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The Terror - Prompt Post 1
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Fitzjames/Crozier(/Le Vesconte), Accidental Voyeurism, Jealousy(?)
(Anonymous) 2022-10-10 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)Keeping Watch - Fitzier + Dundy Voyeurism
(Anonymous) 2023-01-04 12:34 am (UTC)(link)As First Lieutenant of HMS Erebus Dundy knew all sorts of places one could hide on board the ship. Knew where one could sneak off to have a tumble, alone to take the edge off, or in company when one felt particularly needy, or had formed an attachment to someone that begged consummating.
He also knew where the shadows were so deep, one might sit and see those corners, see those spots that were as good as foolproof for little thrysts, and not be seen himself.
So he sat, silent as a cat, having snuck in just so that his movements were swallowed by the ever present creaking of the ship. Had settled down on a barrel where he had a perfect view on Captain Crozier undoing the waistcoat of Captain Firzjames, the perfect view on how James breathed hard, how he let Crozier move him, let him reach under his clothes and touch his bare skin.
Oh, Dundy knew James would hate him for seeing it. Would hate him for seeing the way his eyes fluttered shut when Crozier bent down to kiss his stomach and tug open his pants to pleasure him with his mouth. Hate how Dundy could see the way his hands twitched, the way he bit his lip and tossed his head and how easy it was for him to relax into such debauchery.
But Dundy was James’ Second, had been since they’d travelled the Indian Ocean on their ship. He would watch, he would observe. There was nothing he could do now, of course, but he would know what Crozier did, and he would know if James needed rescuing from his own bad decisions.
James let out a soft whine, his entire body going taut as his hand clenched in the short fair hair of their Captain. Dundy watched as he threw his head back, chest heaving, his arms shaking from the effort of keeping himself propped up. Whatever Crozier was doing, it drove James into incoherent whimpers. Dundy had never seen his friend fully bared, had only ever touched his waist through a mere layer of nightshirt once. James had blinked at him, drunk and tired and had bid him good night as the heat of his body still prickled against Dundy’s palm.
He saw when the climax shook James, the way he sagged and momentarily could not even gulp in air. He was flushed and beautiful and it took him a few moments to collect himself. He was still breathing hard when Crozier sat back and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and Dundy could barely make out the words when James begged.
Crozier soothed him, ran a hand through his lovely dark hair to push it away from his face. The way they were positioned Dundy could only hear the faint click of a bottle being opened, or a tin perhaps. The motion of Crozier’s arm indicated that he was slicking himself up, getting ready rather than push into James dry, like most other sailors might have made do with. Dundy wasn’t sure what he would have done, in Crozier’s place. Certainly he could not be too desperate, with the sweet time he took getting ready.
Somehow James did not mind. He was still on the ground, out of sight, but he did not beg or tug or do anything at all to speed it up. Dundy would not have any of his friend’s lovers be so slow about this.
Then the Captain was finally done. He grabbed James by the hips, and James rose up to wrap his arms around his shoulders.
As Crozier sank into the body of his Second, Dundy had an unobstructed view on James face. His lips parted as he breathed quickly, eyes fixed on his Captain’s face, his own face so full of naked mindless adoration that this, more than the act witnessed, made Dundy feel like he ought to avert his eyes. He had never seen James look at anything this way, so open and vulnerable, his heart offered up in trembling hands. A man such as Crozier had not shown himself to be worthy of this kind of devotion, had not shown that he would know how to treat the man beneath him right.
Anyone could be cautious and gentle with a body, could make James feel good and satisfied. But Dundy could count on one hand the men he’d deem worthy to hold James’ heart in their fist like this. And half of them were dead or back in England, with wives of their own.
When Crozier looked to be fully nestled within the precious heat below him, James fell back against the rough blanket they had spread on the floor. His hand shook as he reached for Crozier, and at least their Captain needed no instruction as he bent down to cover James’ body with his own, kissing him, clutching him close. Like this Dundy could only see the man’s broad back, and James’ legs, kicking out, tensing up, wrapping around Crozier’s hips in turn.
That and the noises.
The slick slide of skin against skin, the slap of bodies as Crozier fucked into James and the helpless moans that broke from James’ lips, mostly muffled my wet kisses.
Dundy spread his legs wider, ignoring the way his cock was pressing hard against its constraints. He breathed in slow as he watched the way James’ hands shook, ignoring his own arousal. For now he needed to watch, make sure that James was alright.
He’d trust James to lead him to the end of the world, but he did not trust James to know how to protect his own body, his heart. He needed Dundy for that.
He watched as James’s legs shook, as his long fingers scraped over the material of his Captain’s shirt. Were Crozier naked there, Dundy was sure even James’ carefully kept nails would have left long scratches on pale skin.
He heard the way their Captain groaned, barely audible over James’ soft whine, saw that both of them were done.
Dundy remained as they slowly slowly relaxed, rolling over and a little more into view. Crozier pulled James into his arms, kissing his slack face and pulling a discarded coat over them both. A gentleman then, not a man who liked to hurry up and leave. It did not mean anything in particular, only that he liked to relax after copulating.
James’ face was glowing with his smile. He draped his arm over Crozier’s shoulders, shifting close and arching against his body. By the shifting of the coat Dundy noticed that James must have thrown his leg over Crozier’s as well.
He heard the faintest whisper as James said something, and saw the way Crozier smiled and leaned in to kiss him.
They made no sign of getting up, of getting presentable. From the looks of it James fell asleep, and Dundy could only see that Crozier was awake by the lazy way he kept petting James’ hair.
He stayed for a long minute, willing his body to calm down. Dundy wrapped his own coat tighter about himself and glanced back, just in time to see Crozier kiss James’ forehead. Just for the pleasure of doing so, it seemed.
Dundy looked at them, and then turned, leaving as silently as he had arrived. He would make sure to divert any attention from the lowest decks, should anyone inquire about either Captain. It was the least he could do.
Re: Keeping Watch - Fitzier + Dundy Voyeurism
(Anonymous) 2023-01-04 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)