A Boys Night Out Part 2 - 0110.09

Bullet yawns, and within a minute of him pulling the sheet over himself, the heavy breathing of sleep can be heard. Bullet's a heavy sleeper, and an even heavy breather. You can see his chest rise and fall slowly through the thin silk sheets, very hypnotic. He doesn't toss or turn any, he just lies there on his back, much in a way young kids will lie down in the grass to watch the stars at night.

Crowe looks over at you some time later, the lamplight fading, and rubs at his eyes. Reading archaic runes for hours on end will dull the sharpest of wits. After a long stretch, and a stiff walk to the latrine (i.e. over the rail), Crowe returns to your chamber, and slips out of his remaining clothing, and carefully slides under the covers near you in the bed. He is not chilled yet, so he does not initiate physical contact, yet. You do sound fully asleep, so he feels reasonably sure that 'sleeping with the Captain' will mean just that tonight.

Bullet mumbles something in his sleep. Something about fins, Finns, or fish, or finish, or maybe it's finesse? He shakes his head slightly, obviously very busy in a lucid dream. His arm makes a small twitch as well under the sheets. It's hard to tell exactly what kind of dream he's having, but one thing is for sure, he's deep into it, and is probably handling whatever the situation is in his dream with the same sort of authority he takes on the boat.

Crowe looks over at you, raising a delicate eyebrow as you murmur in your sleep, and he can only wonder what you are dreaming about. As he grows more sleepy, he scoots over, backing his back to press against your side. As he drifts off, he continues to puzzle the secrets of that map, he is so close to figuring it out...

Bullet incoherently mumbles out more f words, "fan.. family.. fine.. fight..". He's not making a terrible lot of sense, but that's how dreams go sometimes. He's not likely to remember what he was dreaming about in the morning anyways. He rolls over against you, his chest now pressed against your back, his left arm underneath his side, his right arm laid across his side, comes across to your stomach. He stops mumbling and readjusts his head on the pillow, you can hear him going back to deep breathing without the chatter.

Crowe listens to what you say, there is not harm in that, right? He blinks wide when you suddenly roll over and spoon up behind him. Mentally face palming, he sighs, and hopes you stop there with your attentions. As you mention family, he thinks of his own. Lost, murdered, him blamed for it. He KNOWS he did not commit those murders, nor the other that put him on the run. He narrows his eyes in the dark, wishing a cold death on those responsible for his misery.

Bullet begins to snore, not quietly either. It sounds very much as if someone was clubbing a retarded seal, loud and very obnoxious. He wraps his arm around you tightly and pulls close to you, much like a child would do for a treasured teddy bear. He doesn't seem to be too aware of what he's doing, but it seems to be comforting to him, but the snoring! So close to your ear too! And then.. quiet. He stops snoring, but goes back to breathing heavily. Now if you could see the captains face, you would notice a smile.

Crowe winces at every roaring snore, and your breath is enough to bring tears to his eyes as well. He tries to block it all out. The embrace is warm and not really so bad. Once the snores cease, he breathes a sigh of relief, and moving a hand to cover the one of yours covering his belly, he closes his eyes and tries to fall asleep before the snoring begins anew.

Bullet begins to mumble in his sleep again, he may be a sound sleeper, but no one else that's ever in the room while he's sleeping can be. It's almost impossible to get to sleep like this. He pulls on your stomach lightly, a snug? He goes back to the f sounds again, but only puts out one coherent word, "Philip." The rest of his speech is garbled up with f's, s's, and m's. He sounds like he has a slow leak. You can feel him pull away from your stomach as he turns back over onto his back.

Crowe is now wide awake again, "Philip?" he mutters aloud, then sitting up he looks over at you, consternation on his face. "Who's Philip?" he asks aloud as he stares at you in the dark, not for a moment expecting you to answer, then... an idea crosses his mind. Slipping down under the covers again, he curls up next to you, draping a slim thigh over your legs, his chest pressed to your side, and a soft hand stroking your chest. He moves his mouth near to your ear. "Philip..." he whispers, then waits.

Bullet giggles softly in his sleep, a big dopey grin on his face. He doesn't even seem to notice the affection being given to him, "ShhShhshs... mom will be mad if we wake her up.. she was working all day." He notes, very matter of factly. He tosses his head about a bit, laughing softly, "I'm gonna be rich when we grow up! Those stupid kids will like me then.. shehshs... heehe... we gotta be quiet stupid." Bullet's definitely off in never never land, seeming to be dreaming about some childhood event.

Crowe cant help but laugh softly, it is quite hard for him to picture you as a child, considering the cruel, hard and stern man you are now. "Right Captain...." he agrees, not wanting the entertainment to end. "Rich and famous we will be..." he says in your ear, then laughs softly.

Bullet nods in agreement, "I'll be so rich I can buy people to do things for me... shehshshhs.. your so loud. I don't want mom yelling at us again. Now I promise when I'm rich that I will keep you with me and buy you some new stuffing and a button shsehshshsh.. now Philip .. shheshs if you get rich, you have to promise to buy me a boat, and sail around with me once in awhile sheshesh..." Bullet stops mumbling again and pulls his arm over you, in his mind, he's giving his Philip a hug.

Crowe urfs as he is hugged, and wiggles slightly as you grip him so tightly. "I am NOT a plushie.." he grumbles. He will be the captains toy, peg boy or bed warmer, but being the Captains Teddy Bear is another matter entirely. "You are such a sad sad man...." he grumbles further.

Bullet eyes' open just slightly, you seem to have woken him from whatever dream he was having with your grumbling and your wiggling. He looks up at you and sees where his arms are, and where your body is, and draws to the obvious conclusion, you were trying to lie down ontop of him for odd reason. How very strange. "Ugh.. wha.. what do you want.. why did you wake me up?" He asks groggily, as he he pulls his arm away from you, to rub the sleep from his eyes.

Crowe pulls back as well, and looks equally annoyed, "Captain... I'm sorry..." he stammers. "I was cold after I fell asleep on the desk, and I just.... wanted to get warm." he says with a quick change of voice and demeanor. Opting for the harmless, apologetic oaf who will hopeful not get flogged again.

Bullet nods as he continues to rub his eyes. He lets out a large yawn, "Well you've woken me up now... I'm glad your sorry, a fat lot of good it does." He says, apparently not very thrilled with the current state of affairs. "Cold eh, you could have just gotten under the damn covers, not lie down ontop of a man while he sleeps." Bullet thinks for a second, "Unless of course you're trying to rouse me in my sleep..." That method of getting warm does work.. full body contact, but couldn't you have at least waited till the poor 'ol captain was awake?

Crowe blushes quite red at you last comment, "Captain... I was not... Not err.. trying for that Sir...." he says emphatically. "I was sleeping Captain, and I must have moved that way in my sleep. Thinking you were a... well..." he stops, knowing NO good will come of finishing the sentence or thought now. He looks down at the covers on the bed, and tosses them off of his legs. "I will go Captain, so I don't disturb you further, I can bunk in the crew's quarters.."

Bullet snickers softly, "There's no need to be so ashamed about it.. we all have needs.." He smiles wryly and says, "You don't have to be ashamed of being caught either... I wouldn't mind helping you 'warm up'" Obviously this is exactly how it happened in his head, he was sleeping soundly when Crowe, feeling the pressures of the cold, and the pressures of his own sex, came down to the captains' quarters for a midnight snack. Diabolical! Even more cunning than he thought the elf was capable of. Thank goodness he woke up then!

Crowe flinches in mid movement, and slowly looks back over his should at you. Yes, that is an 'oh shit' look on his face now. "I.. I didn't mean to suggest I was... Looking for... sex." he says screwing his eyes shut as he says the word. He opens them a moment later, looking over at you for your reaction.

Bullet laughs, "No, of course you weren't" He says mockingly, "and I suppose if you want to go 'not' look for it in the crew's quarters, you can find it there just as well... but I'd at least like to think you've got some taste in you." he notes slyly. << And some sense of command... >> At this point, he's fairly sure that that's what you were after, but it's _possible_ that you were really just trying to warm up some. "Well I suppose you're welcome to do what you want, but if you want to warm up..." he pulls the blanket down making it obvious there's a spot for you there. Of course, right next to that spot is a man only wearing a night shirt, which is not covering up much other than his ribs. How did that get pulled up so far?...

Crowe looks at you with a small bit of defiance, and says, "I would NEVER look to satisfy any needs I may have with the likes of the men on this ship Captain." he pauses, then adds, "Not that because they are MEN they disgust me either..." he continues, on a rant now. "I have become accustomed to our couplings Captain and.." he pauses there, looking down, then continues in a much softer voice. "I have not found it to be unpleasant on most occasions..." he says voice trailing off.

Bullet coughs softly and then notes, "Yes yes.. that's all good and well, you shouldn't find it unpleasant either.. I do try to make it, releasing for you as well.. you should consider yourself honored, there's many people on this ship who would kill to be in your position.." Bullet's a sly man sometimes, but it's hard to tell if it comes from actually being knowledgeable, or just amazingly ignorant. "Now you can have one of two options, you can go off to the crew quarters, or you may get warm here." His feet kick the blanket slightly, like your watching his feet. "Giving me a speech on your feelings towards other men, and coupling is not one of your choices." You options do seem fairly clear. Bullet would let you go if you wanted to, and he may not punish you, but there certainly might be other ramifications later. The other option, well that road is fairly well traveled and known.

Crowe stands there for a long moment, weighing his options, and he is not so quick to run from what waits for him here as to have to deal with what may come later should you find a reason to turn his leaving against him. It always seems to go that way. Crowe drops his clothes back to the floor near the side of your bed, and climbs back up onto the bed next to you. He slips under the covers and lays down on his back, looking up at you. He gives you the ultimate, wide eyed Uke look with his eyes, and awaits your next move, or word.

Bullet pulls his night shirt off of himself, and pulls the blanket up over himself and you. Underneath the comfort of the blanket, he wraps his arms around you in a somewhat tight embrace. He says, "Now the best way to warm someone up who's been in the cold too long, is in fact skin to skin contact. You want to bring them to your body temperature, that's why you don't put them in hot water." Whether or not he is correct doesn't matter, he's the captain. If he showed you a horse and told you it was a rare hornless unicorn, he'd expect you to believe him. He pulls you up so you are lying in fact, ontop of him, very similar to how you were before. "Now, I don't know what sort of position warms someone up the fastest of course..." He grins wryly as he enjoys the feel of your skin sliding across his.

Crowe closes his eyes and sighs, feeling your warm body beneath his. His own body is in fact only chilled a little, his feet being the coldest. He slowly looks up at you, again with the softest and most innocent of faces. "What ever YOU think would warm us both up the fastest would be fine with me Captain..." he offers, then slowly moves the palm of his hand over your chest. He plays with the soft hair in the center of your chest, noticing the texture and thickness of it.

Bullet runs a hand up and down your back, rubbing it slowly, little bits of friction causing your back to feel warm, if only for a second. He slides his hand up your back, up your neck, into your hair. He says, "Now the first parts you loose heat from are your ears, feet, hands, and your nether regions." He says softly, "Loosing any of these would be a terrible thing, because each of them serves such an important purpose. Ears.. well that would be much worse for elves than humans I imagine." He runs his hand gently from your hair up back alongside your ears, "Humans.. it would still be bad, but not as I believe." He makes sure run his hands over both of your ears, as if his hands had some sort of magical way of healing cold.

Crowe closes his eyes, and makes an involuntary sighing sound. Yes, you've hit an erogenous zone on him. Elves' ears are highly sensitive. He hums softly, and moves his slim form from side to side against yours. As you are groin to groin with him now, this will feel good to all involved. "Captain... you are right about.... my ears..." he says softly, eyes still closed. "To loose them is a major hardship for an elf, both physically, and socially..." he says, always one to talk TOO much during sex.

Bullet nods. "Of course..." He seems to be going at this one bit at a time, once he has run his hand up your ears and back down them, he moves both of his hands to grasp yours. He fidgets under you for a second, your weight is not much ontop of him at all, but he does have to account for his own growing arousal. You can feel his stiffening sex rubbing across yours. He begins to rub your hands softly, "Hands are an important thing for a privateer to have of course.. to operate a cannon, or a gun, or carry a dagger well. Hooks will only take you so far, a privateer with both his hands will generally out perform one without.. of course." He rubs your hands gently, being careful not to caress _too_ hard.

Crowe nods as you hands mesh with his, and he frees one of them after a moment and lifting his body up, slides it down to find the hardness pressing against him. He wraps his hand around your shaft and begins to stroke slowly, rubbing the back of his hand against his own shaft. He moans softly, then rests his head against your chest. He does not say a thing, when it's like this, it's easy to just go with it, and not be afraid or ashamed. "Is... this alright, Captain?" he asks after a while.

Bullet seems a bit surprised, but doesn't seem to be minding it all that much. He lets out a small sigh of relief as you begin to stroke him. "Well.. I was going to warm up your feet too... however.. this uhhmmMm, is acceptable." He smiles softly at first, letting his head lull back into the pillow. Oh yes, this is definitely acceptable. His member stiffens more in your hand, it seems to have reached it's full potential. Apparently you've taken notice of his lesson how to 'warm up'. He reaches down and wraps his hand around you and begins to stroke you slowly.

Crowe lets out a little gasp as your hand encircles him, and he moves his hips slightly back and forth into your strokes. "I... I am getting warmer now, Captain, yes." he says softly as he continues to stroke you. He rolls the ball of his thumb over the head of your cock, smearing around the slick fluid around and around.

Bullet moans gently, this seems to be a very well enjoyed activity, but after a second he asks, "Would you mind letting go of me, and sitting upright?" He asks in a quiet voice. Asking is of course something the captain does when he really wants it done. It has the niceties, but is in fact simply a command. He lets go of you so you can sit upright. "Please make yourself so your 'lined up' with me." Ah, the life of a privateer.

Crowe looks up at you, and nods slowly, quick to comply. He moves backwards carefully, letting his hand leave your shaft with a final swirl of his thumb. He sits back on his heels, and leaves his knees spread far apart, his long and slender cock jutting out towards you like a fleshy flag pole. He looks down at your thicker shaft and just sighs. He then looks up at your face, and says, "Like this, Captain?"

Bullet is reaching over into his desk, rubbing his hands full of the slick lilac and glycerine lube. He leans back over and looks at your position. "Yes, very good..." He reaches down and in one hand grasps both you and himself, pushing the two members together. He oil from his hands rubs off onto both you and himself. He slowly begins to rub himself and you, even in the difference in size, the feeling for him is very intense and very pleasurable. He's obviously a fan of hand play. A small moan escapes his mouth as he once again lulls his head back against the pillow. He sputters out, "This of course.. being an alternate way to warm someone up..."

Crowe simply makes a little moan in his throat as you grip both cocks in your large hand and begin to stroke. His breaths become pants and he closes his eyes as he clenches his fists in the covers of the bed. "Oh.... Oh..." he moans softly. "This is quite.... nice..." he says, his small hips moving eagerly forward.

Bullet nods softly. "Aye.. yes it is." He doesn't seem to plan on moving away from this position, he's enjoying it a great deal. The strokes are becoming quicker and quicker, his moans also becoming quicker and quicker. A small drip of precum drops onto his lower stomach. He looks up to you with a smile on his face, his eyes full of lust. "I'm glad you like it..."

Crowe leans forward into your grip, and wraps his arms around your shoulders, looking for a better grip for balance. He pants faster now, and presses his hips tighter to yours, "Oh Captain..." is all he can manage. This is something new, and boy does it feel nice. He falls into the rhythm, and then moves one of his hands down to cover yours as it strokes, following your pace.

Bullet grunts softly, as he rocks his hips. It really doesn't do much other than add to the slide motion, but it's a motion he's used to making. He lets out a small rumble in his chest, almost a purr, definately approval. He can feel himself tensing up as the pressure in his base begins to build. He stops the motion after a quick stroke and sighs. He takes your hand and lets you run the motions. Sometimes it's better to give than recieve. Of course, in this setup, either way doesn't feel too shabby. And of course, he's not going to be the one to make himself go over the edge.

Crowe feels you move your hand away, and he is eager to show that he can do this, for the both of you, and he is eager to cum as well. He jerks his hand up and down the length of your shafte and his. It takes a bit more effort to encircle both cocks with his hand, but with long fingers, he manages nicely. "Hows.... this?" he pants, his own head leaning back, and his mouth open. His hips hitch forward eagerly as he gets closer and closer.

Bullet grunts as you begin taking over, "MmmmMm.. very good Mr. Crowe". Mister Crowe? That's not a name he calls you usually. Perhaps you slowly earning a few 'points' back with the captain. Maybe you just made the right choice not to head down to the crew's quarters. He presses his head back into the pillow with a loud grunt. He reaches down and grabs your legs to stabilize you, as he begins to rock his hips even more. Obviously he's in a good position to be recieving this as well. You can feel his cock pulsating against yours as he teeters on the edge of orgasm. A loud gasp comes from his mouth, it's a fairly easy guess as to what may happen next.

Crowe shivers as he gets closer and closer to cumming, he feels your hands gripping him and as his hands simply flies up and down along the pair of cocks in his hand. His hips rock forward as well, and he presses harder against you. He pants, "Oh.....Captain... are you... sure you don't want to...." he says in a shuddering voice, but it is too late to even think of that, of swapping around and having you take him. "Oh.... God...." he moans low and long as he goes overe the edge, his hand still pumping like mad.

Bullet bucks his hips hard, and with a loud moan he releases "NNNnghhh....". He squeezes your legs tightly as the first volley lands on his chest with a slightly audible sound, the second, third, and fourth cover his stomach fairly nicely. He lets out a groan with each 'volley', the beautiful bliss of orgasm encompassing his entire body. His hips rock ryhtmically, grinding them into your touch, into your rump.

Crowe feels the pulse in his hand from your cock, and he joins you in orgasmic bliss as well. "Oh God.... Oh God...." he cries out as he spurts his own seed to join with yours. "Captain.... captain..." he moans as his hips pump in little quick movements as he rides out the climax. His hand falls away from gripping himself and you, and he lets his body rest against yours, slightly damp from the exertion. So much for the bath now... He relaxes in the warmth of the bed next to you, and slowly opens his eyes to look over at you.

Bullet smiles and looks over to you, he breathes somewhat heavily. He takes his left hand and rubs the mess on his body with a finger. At least he took off his nightshirt, just think, it would be ruined! He sighs softly and looks over to you, a slight grin on his face. "So, are you warm now?" He asks.

Crowe smiles in a lazy, satisfied way, "Oh yes Captain, and you?" he grins moving to lay beside you in the bed again, and rests his head on your shoulder. He pulls the covers up over the both of you, and take in a long slow breath. The scent of sex is heavy in the air once again, and he closes his eyes, feeling his heart beat returning to normal.

Bullet nods softly. "Yes.. very much so." He seems very content with you, and himself. He reaches his right hand and fuzzles your hair in a kinship sort of way. Bullet lets out a long deep sigh, as he closes his eyes, to drift back off into that never never land of sleep.