Page 68 of A Flash of Golden Fire

“Christ,” Hillier said, and his cheeks went red. “Get what you need and then come on deck. I’ll tell the others.”

“Thank you, Hillier,” Captain Martin said.

Hillier left and I dragged myself out of bed. My cock was hard as was usual first thing in the morning, and before I could get very far, the captain had gone to his knees and dragged my shirttails up to my waist.

I gazed down at him in surprise.

“Someone mentioned breakfast,” he said, wrapping his fingers around the base of my cock and taking me in his mouth.

“Fuck,” I hissed. “I was talking about cheese or bread. Oh God.”

The captain wasn’t messing about. After a very short amount of time he got rather a good bit of nourishment to settle his stomach. He pulled off me and smacked his lips.

“That’s better,” he said, standing.

His cheeks were flushed and his hair mussed. He looked quite young in this moment.

“Yes,” I agreed, my brain scrambled but my body singing with relief.

He pulled me against him and kissed me with sincere affection. I tasted myself on his tongue. “Go get some coffee and a bite of breakfast in the galley, then find me on deck.”

“Yes, Captain.”

I went to take care of business first in the fancy water closet that was honestly one of the best things about being the captain’s boy. Lovely to be able to shit in peace. I spent altogether too much time there because of the comfort and coziness of the place.

Sure enough, someone knocked.

“Oy, there!”

Guthrie’s voice.

“What’s taking so long? Do you need help?”

“Why? Would you want to?”

“‘Course not, you wanker. But hurry the fuck up.”

I wiped my hands and fixed my breeches, then opened the door. Mr Guthrie stood there in a soiled apron, his hands on his hips. Perhaps a bit more wary than usual, but he’d called me a wanker, so he couldn’t be all that frightened of me.

“Done?” he asked.

“Yes, Mr Guthrie.”

I went to move past him, but he stopped me with a hand to my shoulder. “There’s bacon and fried bread in the galley if you’re looking for breakfast. The captain usually has a morning meal brought to his rooms, but he’s rather busy at the moment.”

I was a bit stunned by Mr Guthrie’s generosity.

“Thank you. Iamhungry. Is there coffee?”

“Of course. Help yourself.”

“Thank you so much,” I said, grinning like a fool. “Enjoy your…” I waved my hand vaguely at the water closet.

Mr Guthrie rolled his eyes and closed the door.

I went to the galley and had a couple of pieces of the fried bread and a mug of coffee. Only then did I feel like I could face chaos on deck, and the preparations for an actual pirate attack. At least, this time, we would be on the offence.

Shouts and directions from Hillier and the captain could be heard as I climbed the steps to the deck. Then the voices of other men giving directions to the men beneath them. TheArrowwas a hive of activity.

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