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wednesday_whimsy) wrote2011-06-11 10:59 pm
wednesday_whimsy) wrote2011-06-11 10:59 pm
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June Fanfiction Challenge: Day 11 - Hornblower
Title: A Hug is Worth a Thousand Words
Fandom: Hornblower
Pairing: Hornblower/Pellew
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jacqui_hw
Rating: NC17
Inspiration: June 11th is National Hug Day.
Warnings: Fluffy, "sexy" times
Word Count: 500
It’s wasn’t the most comfortable position Horatio had ever woken up in, but he couldn’t deny it was the most comfortable he had ever been.
There was an arm around his waist, holding him secure, protecting him for want of a better word, when the fact remained that if anyone caught them they’d be hanged. Worse still, they’d be disgraced.
He felt a soft murmur against his hair and a groan. He kept his eyes closed, hoping to prolong the moment. They had so few of them after all.
The arm tightened fractionally; Horatio slid his fingertips from wrist to elbow, delighting in the warm skin pressed against him and the Captain’s lips against the nape of his neck.
“Sir,” he breathed and was summarily shushed.
“No, no,” Pellew murmured. “I know. Just a little longer.”
Horatio couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Captain...”
“No,” Pellew said again. “You know the rules.”
Indeed, Horatio knew the rules. The ‘rules’ amounted to both of them using their given names whenever they engaged in … private and intimate activites.
“Edward,” Horatio began again, “there is only half an hour remaining of...”
He was cut short by a firm hand taking hold of his cock.
“Half an hour,” was breathed hotly against his ear and he shivered with anticipation. “That is an age, Horatio. Do not doubt that we can enjoy each other in half an hour.”
The hand, warm and strong, began to stroke him. He moaned, turning his face further into the pillow to muffle the sound. “Sir...”
“Horatio, the rules,” Edward whispered, but Horatio shook his head.
“I like calling you Sir, Captain.”
Horatio’s breath hitched as he heard his own words echo back to him, and he felt the Captain still behind him.
“Good Lord,” Edward sighed. “You do pick the damnedest time to make these declarations.”
Horatio could feel Edward’s cock pressing hard against the curve of his arse. “I had no idea those words would have such an effect on you... Sir.”
“Maybe not,” Edward said, rocking against him slowly as his hand moved over Horatio’s cock. “But that time you knew perfectly well what it would do. That deserves some sort of punishment don’t you think, Hornblower?”
“Oh,” Horatio gasped, letting his head fall back onto Edward’s shoulder. “Indeed, Sir. What sort of punishment did you have in mind?”
“I’m sure I can come up with suitable,” Edward replied, pressing a kiss to Horatio’s neck. “Half an hour, you said?”
“That was at least ten minutes ago,” Horatio protested. “Edward, please.”
He could feel Edward smiling against his skin. “Please hurry up, or please stop.”
Horatio couldn’t prevent the laugh that bubbled up. “You’re incorrigible.”
“That didn’t answer my question.”
“No,” Horatio said, driving his cock up into Edward’s hand. “I think that should answer it sufficiently.”
“Indeed it does, Mr. Hornblower.”
“Edward please,” Horatio said, thrusting again, harder and faster, into Pellew’s hand. “You know the rules.”
Fandom: Hornblower
Pairing: Hornblower/Pellew
Author:
jacqui_hwRating: NC17
Inspiration: June 11th is National Hug Day.
Warnings: Fluffy, "sexy" times
Word Count: 500
It’s wasn’t the most comfortable position Horatio had ever woken up in, but he couldn’t deny it was the most comfortable he had ever been.
There was an arm around his waist, holding him secure, protecting him for want of a better word, when the fact remained that if anyone caught them they’d be hanged. Worse still, they’d be disgraced.
He felt a soft murmur against his hair and a groan. He kept his eyes closed, hoping to prolong the moment. They had so few of them after all.
The arm tightened fractionally; Horatio slid his fingertips from wrist to elbow, delighting in the warm skin pressed against him and the Captain’s lips against the nape of his neck.
“Sir,” he breathed and was summarily shushed.
“No, no,” Pellew murmured. “I know. Just a little longer.”
Horatio couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Captain...”
“No,” Pellew said again. “You know the rules.”
Indeed, Horatio knew the rules. The ‘rules’ amounted to both of them using their given names whenever they engaged in … private and intimate activites.
“Edward,” Horatio began again, “there is only half an hour remaining of...”
He was cut short by a firm hand taking hold of his cock.
“Half an hour,” was breathed hotly against his ear and he shivered with anticipation. “That is an age, Horatio. Do not doubt that we can enjoy each other in half an hour.”
The hand, warm and strong, began to stroke him. He moaned, turning his face further into the pillow to muffle the sound. “Sir...”
“Horatio, the rules,” Edward whispered, but Horatio shook his head.
“I like calling you Sir, Captain.”
Horatio’s breath hitched as he heard his own words echo back to him, and he felt the Captain still behind him.
“Good Lord,” Edward sighed. “You do pick the damnedest time to make these declarations.”
Horatio could feel Edward’s cock pressing hard against the curve of his arse. “I had no idea those words would have such an effect on you... Sir.”
“Maybe not,” Edward said, rocking against him slowly as his hand moved over Horatio’s cock. “But that time you knew perfectly well what it would do. That deserves some sort of punishment don’t you think, Hornblower?”
“Oh,” Horatio gasped, letting his head fall back onto Edward’s shoulder. “Indeed, Sir. What sort of punishment did you have in mind?”
“I’m sure I can come up with suitable,” Edward replied, pressing a kiss to Horatio’s neck. “Half an hour, you said?”
“That was at least ten minutes ago,” Horatio protested. “Edward, please.”
He could feel Edward smiling against his skin. “Please hurry up, or please stop.”
Horatio couldn’t prevent the laugh that bubbled up. “You’re incorrigible.”
“That didn’t answer my question.”
“No,” Horatio said, driving his cock up into Edward’s hand. “I think that should answer it sufficiently.”
“Indeed it does, Mr. Hornblower.”
“Edward please,” Horatio said, thrusting again, harder and faster, into Pellew’s hand. “You know the rules.”