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The Terror - Prompt Post 1
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FILL: An Act of Charity, (Irving/Tozer), E, repression, religious guilt, reckless onomatopoeia
(Anonymous) 2022-10-08 07:00 am (UTC)(link)“In the name of — vile, damned, wretched, stupid fucking things —“
“I say, Lieutenant,” Tozer drawls. “This is a Christian ship.”
Were it any of the men, he’d smirk and continue on his merry way. But finding an officer in such a state of disarray is worth a second glance. Not just any man, but Lieutenant Irving. Holier-than-thou Irving, so rigid in his beliefs, he’d assign any man caught cursing a month’s worth of duty, plus confession.
Now, Irving’s face cheeks are blotchy with agitation; his eyes are a little wild, and he looks delightfully annoyed to have been caught out.
“Sergeant,” he grits. “My apologies, I… did not know anyone else was around.”
Tozer shrugs, unbothered. He doesn’t take his eyes off Irving, and it seems to unnerve him. This, in some perverse way, is a treat. Any of the other officers — Hodgson, decent if a bit loony, or Little, who does his damndest with what little he’s got — and Tozer wouldn’t press… but Irving isn’t popular among the men, and does nothing to endear himself. The chance to see him ruffled is too good to pass up.
“Don’t mind my asking, Lieutenant, but are you —“
“Yes. I’m fine,” Irving says, too fast.
Tozer arches a brow. “You’re certain?”
“Of course.”
“It’s only, you look a bit —“
And that’s the moment Irving does the least expected thing: his entire body jolts with a sudden, sharp hiccup.
You could hear a needle drop between them. Tozer stares; Irving stares back, jaw set, his cheeks bright and agitated.
“Huh,” Tozer finally says.
And this, apparently, is Irving’s cue to flee. “Very well, Sergeant Tozer,” he says, briskly sidestepping him. “But very busy. If you don’t m—“ He cuts himself off with another forceful hICCulp!, and clamps a hand over his mouth a second too late. This close, Tozer can practically feel the heat radiating from his cheeks.
“Apologies,” Irving says softly, and moves to shoulder by. “If you’ll excuse me —“
“You tried a sip of grog for those?” Tozer interjects, before he can get away. “Helps, so I’ve heard.”
He’s sure Irving will pull away. Rather than charge on by, though, something in Tozer’s words stops him. Maybe it’s the shred of empathy; maybe Irving’s just that wound up, and desperate to vent. Whichever it is, he pauses, then steps back against the wall and turns towards Tozer, his shoulders slumped in defeat.
“Or the doctor,” Tozer suggests, tilting his head.
“Tried that,” Irving grits out. “At this point, I’ve tried everything. I’ve had these for… hours, Sergeant. Hours! They subside for a moment, and I dare to think I’m free, unt—“ He jolts forward with a violent hIcC! — and, as soon as he recovers, slams his fist against the wall. “Damn it all!”
Quite a temper, Tozer notes, with a flash of thrill. “Easy there. Wouldn’t want to get hurt, aye?”
“They already h—“ Irving starts… before cutting himself off, face shadowing before he turns away. Tozer doesn’t push; just waits, until the Lieutenant looks up at him once more. “They already hurt,” Irving confesses. “My — hICC! My chest aches like the Devil. And… my throat… I’ve a wretched headache, too.” His face twists in disgust. “All from cursed hiccups.”
It’s an absurd problem, to be sure… but Tozer has a bit of sympathy for a man so out-of-sorts. Even if it’s a man he doesn’t particularly like, and seeing him in this state is interesting, to say the least.
“My mum used to give us sugar and vinegar,” he ventures, crossing his arms. “Don’t suppose that would do it?”
From the way Irving turns faintly green, definitely not. Tozer crosses his arms. Some other idea, then — and as he studies the Lieutenant’s tense-as-a-rod frame, his proud mouth and fine features, all at once, he has one.
Lieutenant’s not going to like it, though.
“There is another cure,” he ventures slowly, “so I’ve heard. If you’re truly desperate enough…”
A fist flies to Irving’s mouth, muffling a gurgled hiCCUrp! He grimaces, rubbing at his chest afterwards. “Believe me, I am.”
Tozer tilts his head, studying the Lieutenant with sharp eyes. He knows the danger of his words, even as he speaks them… and it’s a searing, wild thrill.
“Desperate enough to put your morals aside?”
~~
He looks like a hunted man, trapped within the four walls of his narrow berth, with Tozer taking up space within. Irving sits on the bed, hunched in on himself. It’s a long moment before he can gather enough composure to shake his head.
“It isn’t… I am not…” He looks up then, the beginnings of hellfire in his eyes. “You speak of sin, Sergeant! The greatest of sins!”
Tozer raises his eyebrows, unphased. “Thought that was murder.” He cracks his knuckles idly. “Or theft. Or idolatry, or dogging about with your neighbor’s wife. Doesn’t even make the top tens, if I recall, sir.”
The Lieutenant sputters. His breath comes out in a wheeze. The agitation only makes him hiccup, which looks doubly painful sitting down. Tozer meets his gaze, just to settle him.
“At ease, Lieutenant. I’m a god fearing man myself.” Which means different things to everyone, he’s come to find, and Lieutenant Irving is quite set in his views. Poor bastard’s probably never even known the warmth of his own hand. The thought just strengthens his resolve in what he’s proposing; Tozer bites back a smirk. “I’d never dream of touching another man in the sinful way, of course. But the good book says nothing ‘gainst a bit of charity, does it? Ain’t a sin at all, by my measure. To help a man in his hour of need… deliver him from…”
Irving lurches forward with a forceful hIIC!
“It’s your choice, of course,” Tozer emphasizes, and takes a step back. “Only a suggestion.”
The color is high in Irving’s face, an agitated wildness to his eyes. He glances quick around the room, like he’s expecting Christ himself to jump out condemning him for the prospective sin.
When he speaks, his voice is faint. “There must be other cures.”
“Probably, sir,” agrees Tozer.
“The doctors… they may prescribe something. Coca wine.”
Just what the poor bastard needs. “Possibly,” Tozer concedes.
“Yes,” Irving says after a long pause, nodding to himself with force. “Yes. I’ll try that.”
Something close to disappointment fizzles in his chest, but Tozer forces it away. It was a shot in the dark, anyway; he’s not sure he ever expected the Lieutenant to agree, but it was worthwhile seeing him flustered, at least. “Right, then, Lieutenant,” he concedes, with a respectful nod. “Good luck.”
Tozer turns. His hand is on the doorknob when Irving’s berth mattress creaks behind him.
“Wait,” comes the sudden voice — and an equally sudden hiccup, which seems to come straight from deep inside his chest. He groans afterwards, so pained that Tozer can’t help turning… and he finds the Lieutenant propped up, rubbing at his chest, looking utterly defeated.
Well, thinks Tozer. There’s a surprise.
~~
“You’re too tense,” he muses, allowing his eyes free roam over the lieutenant’s body. Tozer’s lips twitch; his pants are growing tighter. “Look at you… as stiff as an iron rod.”
Irving can’t meet his eyes. He hasn’t undressed, save for shedding his heavy greatcoat. The officer’s uniform is a pretty package, but Tozer hungers to see what’s underneath. (Does his entire body flush as pretty as his cheeks?) Not tonight, though; he’s here with a purpose, a job to do.
Irving’s lips curl back, his hands clenching into fists. He’s wound so tight, he’ll break, this one. What would he sound like if he did? “Can we —“ he begins, then jolts with a powerful hiccup. Outrage flashes in his eyes. “If we must do this, let’s not waste t—“
A sudden movement, and Irving cuts himself off with a very different sort of sound. He stares thunderstruck up at Tozer, suddenly inches from his face; a broad arm against his chest pins him to the wall, and Irving doesn’t fight it.
Tozer smiles with his teeth. “A good scare can solve the problem too.”
Irving hiccups indignantly, flaring up like an exotic lizard. “How dare you?”
“Shh, Lieutenant. Only trying to help, remember?” Something in Tozer’s croon — or maybe the hand massaging up and down Irving’s chest — steals the fight right out of him. Irving slowly relaxes in his grip, gaze going from hostile to uncertain. “You’re thinking too much. Just breathe.” Tozer presses a hand to his sternum, and nods slowly as Irving obeys the order. “In and out — that’s right. Let me feel those breaths.”
Irving makes it through three breaths before jolting with another hICC! The jolt ripples through Tozer’s hand. Tozer rubs along his collar, soothing the ache, and causing Irving’s breath to stutter.
“Easy, now… nothing to fear, sir. I’m only touching you. See?”
Irving’s eyes flutter. His mouth quivers. Tozer feels a shift down below, hips bearing against his own, seeking friction. From the dazed look in Irving’s eye, he probably doesn’t know he’s doing it. Tozer exhales a soft chuckle.
“Right, Lieutenant. Now…”
Irving hiccups again, sharp and painful, and ducks his head into Tozer’s shoulder. Tozer catches him before he can, forcing his gaze up again.
“I want you,” he says, looking hard into his eyes, “to be silent.”
Irving’s face flashes with panic.
“You heard me,” Tozer drawls. “‘Til I tell you too… you do your best to hold them in, yeah? Hold your breath. Count in your head. But don’t let me hear you, if you can help it.”
With Tozer’s hands bearing down against the Lieutenant’s chest, he feels the moment Irving stops breathing. He draws all his breath in tight, freeing his chest like he can turn himself to stone; his eyes are very wide, and he trembles a bit with the force of it. Otherwise, he’s still as a statue… and, for a blissful moment, motionless under Tozer’s hands.
Until the next hicc. He manages to stifle it, swallowing the sound — but his body jerks, and he looks pained. The next one comes faster; he’s not expecting it. His entire frame spasms under Tozer’s hand, and he inhales involuntarily. With the next hiccup, the sound bursts from his mouth like he’s infuriated it.
Tozer clicks his tongue. “What’d I say, hmm?”
“I’m s—“ Irving tries, but he’s interrupted by another powerful hIcC! His eyes squeeze shut… though that might be from Tozer’s hand, bearing down on the bulge in his trousers.
“Try again, hmm?” he suggests lightly.
“I can’t, I really can’t, it hu—“
Tozer cuts him off with a knee between Irving’s legs, pressing just enough against his crotch to make him gasp. At the same time, Tozer’s hand begins a steady rhythm, over the pants, tracing the outline of the Lieutenant’s swell.
Irving swallows his next hiccup with a little whimper. Tozer almost shivers with the thrill of it. Not so haughty now, is he? Not so above-it-all, the righteous lieutenant who looks down his nose at ordinary men, but gets laid low by a simple case of hiccups?
Irving always seemed untouchable. Now, he’s pressed tight between the wall and Tozer’s body, his every quiver and jolt radiating through them both. He ducks his head into Tozer’s shoulder to muffle his next hiccup, and is almost successful… but Tozer feels it.
“Not good enough,” he mutters — and, to emphasize the point, sticks his hand down the Lieutenant’s pants.
Irving gasps. He bucks unwillingly, hips crashing against Tozer’s own. It’s all Tozer can do to hold him steady, like reining in a wild horse. Thankfully, he’s got the reins… and as he wraps his hand around Irving’s cock, the man’s head falls back against the wall with a guttural moan.
“What did we talk about? You stay quiet for me. Stop that,” Tozer scolds, stroking hard, and Irving’s tremulous breaths cut off at once. “Shallow breaths. Hold them if you can. Remember, Lieutenant, the goal is —“
Irving jolts with another hiccup.
“To stay silent.”
He’s got cheeks made for flushing, this one, and bright eyes meant to glaze over with lust. Lieutenant Irving is a handsome man, when he pulls the stick out from his arse. He’s even prettier biting down on his lips, screwed up and trembling as he swallows down the sounds desperate to escape, while Tozer works patiently at his cock.
“There we go,” he soothes, stroking down. The Lieutenant shudders. “‘S what you want, Sir, isn’t it?” He strokes up, high enough that his knuckles hit the throbbing set of stones at the base of Irving’s cock. Irving gives a high keen, and shudders against him. Tozer holds him steady with a single arm, not even bothering to look up. “What you’ve wanted all along. Yes… I see you now, Lieutenant. This is all you needed.”
Irving moans deep in the back of his throat, and eyes rolling wildly in his effort to silence himself. Tozer is not a merciless man; there’s only so much further he can push before the poor lieutenant starts to sob, and that’s not the sort of fun they’re having tonight.
“Right,” he urges, teasing the base of Irving’s cockstand with his thumb. “Let it out, now. Let everything out. No more holding back.”
Irving does sob, then, a guttural wail rising to the rafters. He bucks hard against Tozer’s grip, finding a steady rhythm of fucking Tozer’s hand. Tozer grinds his knee between the Lieutenant’s legs, just to spread him a little wider, and Irving bears down on it like it’s all he can do…
And then he’s spilling, with a startled cry and a shudder which wracks his entire body.
Tozer holds him through the aftershocks, absorbing the tremors as best he can. Irving pants into his chest; he’s leaving sweat stains on Tozer’s crimson coat, but given the state of the Lieutenant’s breeches, Tozer has no right to complain.
“There we go,” Tozer soothes, as Irving fades into silence. They stay like that, then; for a long moment, and then another.
“Well,” Tozer finally says, and Irving’s head jerks up, startled. “That takes care of that.”
“I — you —“ The poor man is still too blown out for words. He blinks up at Tozer, thunderstruck, as Tozer pulls his hand from Irving’s pants, buttons him back up, and props the man against the wall before stepping away. “What?”
“Solved the problem, didn’t we?” Tozer feels the mischief in his own grin. “No more hiccups.”
Irving blinks — then raises a hand to his chest, blinks again, and slumps back, drained. “Oh,” he says brilliantly.
“You’re welcome,” Tozer reminds him. Irving just nods, as if this is the natural response to thanks he hasn’t even offered. Tozer almost judges him for it — but there’s something absolutely unhinged in the man’s wide eyes, a worldview struggling to shift its shattered pieces back together. Tozer can’t condemn him at all.
“Evening then, Lieutenant,” is all he says; and, with a nod, slips out of Irving’s berth, back into the night.
Re: FILL: An Act of Charity, (Irving/Tozer), E, repression, religious guilt, reckless onomatopoeia
(Anonymous) 2022-10-08 12:12 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: An Act of Charity, (Irving/Tozer), E, repression, religious guilt, reckless onomatopoeia
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