Page 12 of Hooked By a Hero
“It’s me, Caspian,” Caspian answered with a smile.
There was a short pause, a scramble of some sort, then Elias called out, “Come in.”
Caspian let himself into the tiny cabin and was immediately only inches away from a mostly undressed Elias. The cabin’s ceiling was only barely high enough for them to stand upright, but the swinging lamp hung on a hook in the center of the space meant that they had to dodge and duck to avoid having their heads smashed. That meant they ended up nearly plastered together at the far side of the room, near the tiny porthole.
“Good morning,” Caspian said, enjoying their proximity in the close cabin immensely.
“Good morning,” Elias repeated, his voice hoarse.
The two of them stood there, a breath away from falling into each other’s arms as the ship rocked gently on the waves. It would have been an easy thing for Caspian to pretend to fall against Elias, pinning him to the wall. He could just as easily pretend their lips accidentally?—
The fantasy had not even finished playing itself out in his head when Elias reached for him, hooked a hand behind Caspian’s neck, and yanked him into an embrace, smashing his mouth against Caspian’s.
The kiss was sudden and surprisingly brutal at first. Caspian braced his hands on either side of Elias’s shoulders and kissed him back with as much ferocity as Elias had come at him. It was raw and scintillating, and had Caspian more aroused than he could remember being in no time.
Then Elias laughed. The sound was muffled at first, but it quickly turned free and light as Elias’s tense body relaxed into their closeness.
“I did not mean to kiss you like that,” Elias said with his laugh as Caspian leaned into him, pinning him harder against the wall. “I just wanted to kiss you, but the ship pitched and it was far more aggressive than I intended.”
Caspian smiled, shifting the way he balanced on his arms while leaning into Elias. “I did not mind,” he said, angling hiships into Elias’s so that the man could see just how much he didn’t. “You can take me this time, and next time I’ll take you.”
Elias gasped, and his playfulness shifted to smoldering heat. He still had his hand around the back of Caspian’s neck and pulled him in for another searing kiss.
The man was perfect in so many ways. His body was fit and an ideal match for Caspian’s in terms of size and proportion. Caspian regretted the need to balance on his arms, especially when Elias stroked his free hand up under the loose hem of his shirt to touch his skin.
Of course, there was no reason they needed to stay balanced the way they were. As the thought occurred to Caspian, he smiled into Elias’s kiss. Elias was dressed in nothing but his nightshirt, after all. Caspian had disturbed his sleep by knocking.
It was well past time that he disturbed other things. As the ship rocked again, pulling him back from the wall slightly, Caspian used the motion to let go of the wall and sink to his knees in front of Elias. Elias only had time to gasp as Caspian lifted the hem of his nightshirt and ducked his head underneath.
Elias jolted slightly, pushing his feet wider until they braced against the edge of the bed on one side and the wall on the other. It wasn’t much space to work with, but Caspian nuzzled his cheek against the top of Elias’s thigh all the same, gripping his thighs, then sought out one of Elias’s balls so that he could close his mouth around it.
Elias made a sound and grabbed the edge of the shelf above his narrow bed as Caspian sucked. The humid heat of Elias’s body, particularly his cock as it grew rigid against Caspian’s cheek was glorious. Caspian let go of Elias’s ball and adjusted to run his nose and lips up the underside of his cock until he was able to lick his tip, then to use his lips to push back his foreskin so he could suckle Elias’s tip.
The groan that escaped Elias’s throat was louder than his first sound. As it happened, it was entirely too loud. Just as Caspian really began to enjoy himself by taking Elias’s cock deeper into his throat, there was a thump from the cabin beside Elias’s, followed by Mr. Cartwright’s groggy voice asking, “I say, Pettigrew, are you quite alright? Did you fall out of bed?”
Caspian froze, Elias’s cock half-filling his mouth. Elias squeaked, then somehow managed to say, “I am quite alright, thank you. I only lost my balance for a moment and struck my toe,” in as close to a normal voice as possible.
“Good, good,” Cartwright said sleepily.
Caspian and Elias stayed perfectly still for several seconds. Elias deflated a little in his mouth, and when he was certain Cartwright had either gone back to sleep or was busy with something else, Caspian pulled back all the way.
“This is intolerable,” Elias hissed as quietly as he could as Caspian reluctantly rose to his feet. “Is there no place on this ship where we might be alone?”
Caspian sighed, kissed Elias’s lips gently, then laid a hand on the side of his face. “No,” he said, aching with disappointment, not to mention unspent lust. “There is no privacy on a ship at all.”
Elias made a sound that encompassed all the frustration Caspian felt, then kissed him quickly. “We must pray to reach Australia as swiftly as possible, then,” he whispered.
For some reason, the mention of Australia reminded Caspian of what he’d heard on his swim and his reasons for seeking Elias out in the first place. He could not very well share his concerns now, though. Not when Cartwright might have been aware that Elias was not alone and that the sound he had made was not one of a stubbed toe.
Caspian leaned close to Elias’s ear and whispered, “Meet me up on the forecastle deck as quickly as you can.”
He stepped back and Elias nodded to him. Caspian nodded back, then backed out of the cramped cabin as stealthily as he could.
The skies were beginning to cloud over slightly from their initial brightness by the time Caspian made it back abovedeck and strode toward the front of the ship. More people were up and about, but only the crew. They seemed more intent on going about their morning work than disturbing him.
Elias joined Caspian at their favorite spot on the forecastle less than ten minutes later, but once he looked around at their exposed position, his eager expression turned puzzled.
“This does not seem like a particularly discreet spot,” he said.
