by Newfyjohn
by Newfyjohn
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"Hog MANNY?" Edward Pellew glanced over his shoulder at his companion,
grinning mischievously.
"HOG manay," Captain Charles Foster corrected him, coming to stand so
near Pellew that he could feel the other captain's breathing. "And why
are you so worried? A Sassenach like yersel'" He wrapped his arms around
Pellew's waist, pulled Pellew back against him and buried his face in the
taller man's shoulder, inhaling the warm scent of him. "I'll gie ye
something tae celebrate." He laughed noiselessly, pressed his burgeoning
erection into Pellew's firm buttocks. "Start the new year off right."
Pellew turned quickly, cupped the Scotsman's face in his hands and kissed
him - chastely at first, a mere brushing of lips - and then more deeply,
his artful tongue delving into the other captain's mouth. Foster gave a
wordless groan and pressed against him, gathering great handfuls of
Pellew's rich, dark hair between his fingers. "Ah duiu love you, Ned," he
whispered, when he was released at last, and he was pleased to see
Pellew's dark eyes kindle in response to this endearment.
"So it is called Hogmanay," Pellew whispered, tracing the path of
Foster's scar with the ball of his thumb. "And it's the biggest night of
the year for your folk." He swayed close, pressed his opened mouth to the
warm flesh underneath Foster's ear, swirled the tip of his tongue against
the other captain's skin. Foster gasped as Pellew's teeth caught his
earlobe, Pellew's hands squeezing his shoulders. "And what do you plan
to do?" He leaned back a little, so as to gaze into Foster's eyes. "To
celebrate, I mean."
Foster's voice, husky with desire, was barely a whisper. "Ah God's ma
witness, Ned Pellew - take me to bed right now."
He fell upon his back on Pellew's broad, soft four-poster, instinctively
spread his arms wide as Pellew crawled up his body, removing articles of
clothing with a languidness that made Foster writhe in frustrated
anticipation. Pellew leaned over him, breathing against the Scotsman's
naked chest, and quickly slicked each of Foster's nipples with his
tongue. Foster bucked, arched his back and hissed between his teeth. He
felt Pellew clutch his hips, drag him forward on the bed, and Pellew was
kneeling between his legs, kneeling on the blanket box at the foot, his
palms sweeping warm arcs against Foster's skin. His opened mouth drew
wet circles on the Scotsman's straining flesh, before Pellew leaned and
took Foster's throbbing cock into his mouth. Pellew's long fingers
kneaded Foster's thighs, held him down against the bed as Foster grunted
and writhed, his skin sheened with sweat, rutting into Pellew's mouth.
With a great cry, he spent himself, shouting hoarsely as Pellew worked
him, drawing more and ever more ripples of sensation from him, until he
felt as though he'd been emptied of all life.
He opened himself to Pellew, grunted with half-opened eyes as the
Englishman seated himself inside of him. He watched as Pellew's face
grew slack, his sculpted mouth falling open, his body trembling ever so
faintly as the primal rhythm of the dance took him. He shivered,
sweating copiously, as the climax took him, and he released his seed in
deep, ragged bursts. His long thighs slid over Foster's naked body as
Pellew withdrew, moved to pull the eiderdown over both of them, the
Scotsman snuggled in his arms.
Happy New Year. :)
THE END
