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Horatio was a large man. He was not as sturdily built as Kennedy, but he had the height, he had the shoulders, and by this age, he had the face for it, as his jaw had become harder, and his lips had thinned somewhat. Even his hands had lost much of their delicacy, and Archie was, as a result, very much aware that he was with a man: he was with Horatio in a corner of their room upstairs. They were pressed against each other, and when Bush came into the room, there was along, awkward moment.
Archie had sprung away the moment that the door had begun to open; Horatio staggered away at much the same moment, and as a result, there was good five feet between the two of them. Five feet of bare board, five feet of air. Five feet of entirely innocent space, and nevertheless, there were incriminating signs all about. Archie had shirt untucked and his shoes off. His breath was hitching in your lungs, and he was somewhat unsure as to whether he was actually breathing while Bush stood and took in the sight of him and Hornblower, standing there -- he thought, again, of how his shirt was hanging around your knees. He could see, out of the corner of his eyes, how Horatio was panting and the color in Horatio's cheeks. It was visible even in the dimness of the room.
So was the shape of Horatio's cock, clearly visible underneath first his breeches, then his shirt, and all things considered, Bush looked very calm as he took stock of htem both. His expression did not much change. In fact, he went over to the table, laid down the coat that he had been carrying over his left arm.
"Mr. Hornblower forgot this downstairs," he said mildly. There was just the faintest hint of emotion in his voice, and it was just possible to pick out the buttons and gold trim on the coat; the job was made easier when Bush began to light more candles from the one that had been lit.
There was a half-box on the table, as well as a candelabra, and the room got much brighter. Archie was able to see that in addition to Horatio's coat, Bush had also brought up a mug of what looked like the port they had been drinking downstairs. The wrong thing to drink port out of, of course, but the tavern lady wouldn't allow Navy men to take one of her precious port glasses upstairs.
Horatio was watching Bush now. His mouth was a little open; Archie did not want to turn his head and look at Horatio, but he could see Horatio's expression from the corner of his eye.
Bush went on lighting the candles, slowly, deliberately, his back almost entirely to Archie and Horatio a good ten feet away from him. It was a large room, and Bush had finished putting lights to all of the candles on the candelabra when. The fire was long gone, so the candles were the main source, and they made the room very light -- Archie could see now that Bush was looking atHoratio, then, an odd expression on his face. He was still wearing all of his uniform, his coat, his shoes. His neckcloth had been loosened, but that was all.
Everything except for his hat, which lay on one of the beds, together with both Archie's and Horatio's.
Bush had turned that odd expression to him now, and Archie watched as Bush cleared his throat. After the thinking time that lighting the candles had given him, Bush had adopted the solution that Navy officers always reacted to a situation with other Navy men where social propriety was uncertain: Bush moved to touch his hat and give his compliments before he caught himself.
"I'll go back downstairs," he said, instead. There were spots of red on Bush's cheeks, but relief nevertheless made Archie dizzy. He could feel his shoulders sagging as he looked at Bush's face, tan and a little lined in the new light from the candles.
Then, when he looked away, to see what Horatio thought, he found that Horatio was standing unexpectedly close by -- Horatio had moved quickly across the five feet in between, and now, he was standing almost directly beside Archie. Archie let out a breath, started to say something; he intended to say something, perhaps push Horatio away, but found himself doing something else, instead.
He was opening his mouth. He was letting Horatio kiss him, and now, he had started to work Horatio's breeches off of him while Horatio tilted his head back and leaned hard against Archie. It made the position more difficult, but there was Horatio's cock rubbing again him through four layers of cloth, there was Horatio's mouth on top of his again, and he heard, through a dense fog, from very away, the sound of Bush moaning, too.
Bush locked the door properly, made sure that the latch was fully closed instead of only half-shut, as Archie had not. Out of the corner of his eye, while managing to run his hand against Horato's bare stomach and hearing Horatio gasp into his ear, Archie saw Bush take off his coat. He undid his neckcloth. He made a movement with his body as though he had taken off his shoes, too, and now, Bush was standing behind Horatio, helping Archie get the shirt out and get those breeches off. Horatio turned his head to kiss Bush; Bush kissed him, and it was Archie's turn to moan.
Much of the rest of it was a blur. Archie was not quite sure how they ended up arrayed on the bed that was closest to the table with the candelabra. Nor did he ever recover, from his memory, how the rest of the undress had occurred. Horatio still had his shirt; Bush still had his breeches, but nothing else, and Archie was completely naked. He would have given a great deal to have been wearing something, anything, but he was naked and sitting on the edge with his legs, with his legs wide apart, Bush a little to the side and behind him.
Archie could see the hands on his arms shining a little in the candlelight. His left leg was looped over Bush's breeched-and-stockinged right, and Bush had somehow gotten a mouthful of the port and had put it against his neck. It was warm where it had come into contact with the skin on the inside of Bush's outh, cool elsewhere; Archie knew that he was panting and licking his own lips while Bush drank the port off his skin. The port hadn't been good to begin with; it would taste completely unpleasant mixed with sweat, Archie thought. And he would be sticky afterwards -- he was about to tell Bush that he didn't think that was a path for pursuit then he saw Horatio drop down to the floor and come close. His mouth was open, and he looked up at Archie.
The breath went out of Archie again. Archie froze, and consequently, Bush was the one to nudge Archie's thighs a little wider apart. Bush was sitting on the edge of the bed, pressed against Archie's side; he reached down, lifted Horatio's hair out of the way and over his shoulder, and his fingers, in fact, were the ones in Horatio's hair for the last inch.
"Ah -- " Archie gasped, and his hand would have replaced Bush's in Horatio's hair except he didn't trust himself to do it, particularly as Horatio's mouth produced an effect beyond what he thought it would. It was so hot that it was almost painful, and then, when Horatio's eyes swept up to look at him every once in a while -- where had he learned to do that? How had he learned to do it?
All Archie could do was grasp Bush's knee and keep himself from arching too far off the bed. Even then, he moved so much that eventually Bush laid him on his back -- Archie was lying partially on top of Bush. They were both sitting up a little, lying down a little, and eventually, Bush reached a hand underneath Archie's knee and drew his leg up, and as a result, Horatio went to work a little underneath where he had been.
Archie gasped when he felt Horatio's tongue touch him there. Horatio alternated, in fact, a little below, a little above, not quite enough at either place so that it was sufficient, and with the position that he was lying, legs against his shoulders, Bush wrapped around half of him, it was impossible for Archie to keep Horatio's mouth in one place. And then, too, there was Bush's mouth at his ear, low and fierce and more steady than what Archie would have guessed from the hard cock that Bush was rubbing against his side -- Bush was telling Archie what Horatio was doing, telling him what he would do Horatio afterwards. That fine mouth. That soft tongue. Both of them were working on Archie now, but soon, he would put Horatio over the table and have him that way, so that Horatio would have been taken in the mouth and the ass on the same night.
"Oh God," Archie said. His hips jerked, and he twisted against Bush. "Do that to him. I want to see you do that to hi --"
The words cut off because Horatio had decided, then, that Archie was ready and put most of a finger into him. It was sudden; it made him gasp, and when Horatio put a second finger into him, Archie heard himself begin to beg, incoherently, blindly, despite the burn when Horatio moved his fingers forward and the ache when Horatio moved them back. Bush even put his own fingers around Archie's wrist and held it so that it was painfully tight -- that still wasn't enough. When Horatio got up from the floor and put his cock into Archie and began to fuck him, body bent over Archie and Bush holding Archie open from underneath and keeping Archie's hands away from himself -- Archie neverthless came so hard that he thought he had gone blind.
He lay on his stomach in the bed afterwards. Horatio and Bush were grappling with each other, and eventually, Archie turned over and watched them.
First, though, he lay on his stomach for a while and listened to his heart thunder. It was strange to feel so content even though his head was spinning and his heart was roaring; he felt strangely disconnected from his body, he thought for a long, strange moment, that when he raised his head, the lights of Kingston were what he saw through the window. In fact, he thought, for a long, strange moment, that he was dead.
romanticalgirl* Horatio was a large man. He was not as sturdily built as Kennedy, but he had the height, he had the shoulders, and by this age, he had the face for it, as his jaw had become harder, and his lips had thinned somewhat. Even his hands had lost much of their delicacy, and Archie was, as a result, very much aware that he was with a man: he was with Horatio in a corner of their room upstairs. They were pressed against each other, and when Bush came into the room, there was along, awkward moment.
Archie had sprung away the moment that the door had begun to open; Horatio staggered away at much the same moment, and as a result, there was good five feet between the two of them. Five feet of bare board, five feet of air. Five feet of entirely innocent space, and nevertheless, there were incriminating signs all about. Archie had shirt untucked and his shoes off. His breath was hitching in your lungs, and he was somewhat unsure as to whether he was actually breathing while Bush stood and took in the sight of him and Hornblower, standing there -- he thought, again, of how his shirt was hanging around your knees. He could see, out of the corner of his eyes, how Horatio was panting and the color in Horatio's cheeks. It was visible even in the dimness of the room.
So was the shape of Horatio's cock, clearly visible underneath first his breeches, then his shirt, and all things considered, Bush looked very calm as he took stock of htem both. His expression did not much change. In fact, he went over to the table, laid down the coat that he had been carrying over his left arm.
"Mr. Hornblower forgot this downstairs," he said mildly. There was just the faintest hint of emotion in his voice, and it was just possible to pick out the buttons and gold trim on the coat; the job was made easier when Bush began to light more candles from the one that had been lit.
There was a half-box on the table, as well as a candelabra, and the room got much brighter. Archie was able to see that in addition to Horatio's coat, Bush had also brought up a mug of what looked like the port they had been drinking downstairs. The wrong thing to drink port out of, of course, but the tavern lady wouldn't allow Navy men to take one of her precious port glasses upstairs.
Horatio was watching Bush now. His mouth was a little open; Archie did not want to turn his head and look at Horatio, but he could see Horatio's expression from the corner of his eye.
Bush went on lighting the candles, slowly, deliberately, his back almost entirely to Archie and Horatio a good ten feet away from him. It was a large room, and Bush had finished putting lights to all of the candles on the candelabra when. The fire was long gone, so the candles were the main source, and they made the room very light -- Archie could see now that Bush was looking atHoratio, then, an odd expression on his face. He was still wearing all of his uniform, his coat, his shoes. His neckcloth had been loosened, but that was all.
Everything except for his hat, which lay on one of the beds, together with both Archie's and Horatio's.
Bush had turned that odd expression to him now, and Archie watched as Bush cleared his throat. After the thinking time that lighting the candles had given him, Bush had adopted the solution that Navy officers always reacted to a situation with other Navy men where social propriety was uncertain: Bush moved to touch his hat and give his compliments before he caught himself.
"I'll go back downstairs," he said, instead. There were spots of red on Bush's cheeks, but relief nevertheless made Archie dizzy. He could feel his shoulders sagging as he looked at Bush's face, tan and a little lined in the new light from the candles.
Then, when he looked away, to see what Horatio thought, he found that Horatio was standing unexpectedly close by -- Horatio had moved quickly across the five feet in between, and now, he was standing almost directly beside Archie. Archie let out a breath, started to say something; he intended to say something, perhaps push Horatio away, but found himself doing something else, instead.
He was opening his mouth. He was letting Horatio kiss him, and now, he had started to work Horatio's breeches off of him while Horatio tilted his head back and leaned hard against Archie. It made the position more difficult, but there was Horatio's cock rubbing again him through four layers of cloth, there was Horatio's mouth on top of his again, and he heard, through a dense fog, from very away, the sound of Bush moaning, too.
Bush locked the door properly, made sure that the latch was fully closed instead of only half-shut, as Archie had not. Out of the corner of his eye, while managing to run his hand against Horato's bare stomach and hearing Horatio gasp into his ear, Archie saw Bush take off his coat. He undid his neckcloth. He made a movement with his body as though he had taken off his shoes, too, and now, Bush was standing behind Horatio, helping Archie get the shirt out and get those breeches off. Horatio turned his head to kiss Bush; Bush kissed him, and it was Archie's turn to moan.
Much of the rest of it was a blur. Archie was not quite sure how they ended up arrayed on the bed that was closest to the table with the candelabra. Nor did he ever recover, from his memory, how the rest of the undress had occurred. Horatio still had his shirt; Bush still had his breeches, but nothing else, and Archie was completely naked. He would have given a great deal to have been wearing something, anything, but he was naked and sitting on the edge with his legs, with his legs wide apart, Bush a little to the side and behind him.
Archie could see the hands on his arms shining a little in the candlelight. His left leg was looped over Bush's breeched-and-stockinged right, and Bush had somehow gotten a mouthful of the port and had put it against his neck. It was warm where it had come into contact with the skin on the inside of Bush's outh, cool elsewhere; Archie knew that he was panting and licking his own lips while Bush drank the port off his skin. The port hadn't been good to begin with; it would taste completely unpleasant mixed with sweat, Archie thought. And he would be sticky afterwards -- he was about to tell Bush that he didn't think that was a path for pursuit then he saw Horatio drop down to the floor and come close. His mouth was open, and he looked up at Archie.
The breath went out of Archie again. Archie froze, and consequently, Bush was the one to nudge Archie's thighs a little wider apart. Bush was sitting on the edge of the bed, pressed against Archie's side; he reached down, lifted Horatio's hair out of the way and over his shoulder, and his fingers, in fact, were the ones in Horatio's hair for the last inch.
"Ah -- " Archie gasped, and his hand would have replaced Bush's in Horatio's hair except he didn't trust himself to do it, particularly as Horatio's mouth produced an effect beyond what he thought it would. It was so hot that it was almost painful, and then, when Horatio's eyes swept up to look at him every once in a while -- where had he learned to do that? How had he learned to do it?
All Archie could do was grasp Bush's knee and keep himself from arching too far off the bed. Even then, he moved so much that eventually Bush laid him on his back -- Archie was lying partially on top of Bush. They were both sitting up a little, lying down a little, and eventually, Bush reached a hand underneath Archie's knee and drew his leg up, and as a result, Horatio went to work a little underneath where he had been.
Archie gasped when he felt Horatio's tongue touch him there. Horatio alternated, in fact, a little below, a little above, not quite enough at either place so that it was sufficient, and with the position that he was lying, legs against his shoulders, Bush wrapped around half of him, it was impossible for Archie to keep Horatio's mouth in one place. And then, too, there was Bush's mouth at his ear, low and fierce and more steady than what Archie would have guessed from the hard cock that Bush was rubbing against his side -- Bush was telling Archie what Horatio was doing, telling him what he would do Horatio afterwards. That fine mouth. That soft tongue. Both of them were working on Archie now, but soon, he would put Horatio over the table and have him that way, so that Horatio would have been taken in the mouth and the ass on the same night.
"Oh God," Archie said. His hips jerked, and he twisted against Bush. "Do that to him. I want to see you do that to hi --"
The words cut off because Horatio had decided, then, that Archie was ready and put most of a finger into him. It was sudden; it made him gasp, and when Horatio put a second finger into him, Archie heard himself begin to beg, incoherently, blindly, despite the burn when Horatio moved his fingers forward and the ache when Horatio moved them back. Bush even put his own fingers around Archie's wrist and held it so that it was painfully tight -- that still wasn't enough. When Horatio got up from the floor and put his cock into Archie and began to fuck him, body bent over Archie and Bush holding Archie open from underneath and keeping Archie's hands away from himself -- Archie neverthless came so hard that he thought he had gone blind.
He lay on his stomach in the bed afterwards. Horatio and Bush were grappling with each other, and eventually, Archie turned over and watched them.
First, though, he lay on his stomach for a while and listened to his heart thunder. It was strange to feel so content even though his head was spinning and his heart was roaring; he felt strangely disconnected from his body, he thought for a long, strange moment, that when he raised his head, the lights of Kingston were what he saw through the window. In fact, he thought, for a long, strange moment, that he was dead.
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Date: 2006-08-15 01:45 am (UTC)I really really like that last paragraph -- REALLY like it. And Bush being so slow and deliberate and omg with the candle lighting.
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Date: 2006-08-15 03:01 am (UTC)And the PMG reference ain't the table.
Never See the Red Light Until It Is On.
Date: 2006-08-15 03:18 am (UTC)Table: could be though. Dealers. Rebecca Demornay on a table and all the vases and tchotchkes on it go CRASH to the floor for teh passssion.
Re: Never See the Red Light Until It Is On.
Date: 2006-08-15 03:34 am (UTC)BTW have you seen Paper Mask?
Date: 2006-08-15 03:40 am (UTC)*gah, wrong icon before*
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Date: 2006-08-15 01:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-08-15 03:36 am (UTC)Having read it, I'm pretty glad I waited because man oh man. That image of Kennedy talking dirty to Bush is just. Well. Dirty.
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Date: 2006-08-15 05:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-15 05:03 pm (UTC)And yeah. Bush talking dirty is an interesting point of characterization. Kennedy gets characterized as the verbal one in the group, yeah, but it very much feels to me as though Bush wouldn't mind a little bit of potty mouth -- it's not like he's against talking. In the movies, after he decides that he likes HH and AK, we hear all about his dislike of turnips, his uncle, etc. And in the books, he's pretty gregarious, and boy oh boy, does he like giving orders. And salty sailor-talk. XD That bit about oaths and savor?
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Date: 2006-08-15 05:10 am (UTC)Mmm Pretty golden Archie being held open and restrained by Bush while Horatio lays it into him? GOD.
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Date: 2006-08-16 02:29 am (UTC)You put it better than I could, yo. Way, way better. *eyes glaze, wonders whether she should be asking YOU for the filthy filthy filthy*
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Date: 2006-08-15 02:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-16 02:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-15 04:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-16 05:20 pm (UTC)(And I'm glad you liked this. Your icon makes me giggle, OMG)
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Date: 2006-08-18 01:21 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-15 08:26 pm (UTC)bush talking dirty is massively hot!
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Date: 2006-08-16 07:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-16 08:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-08-16 07:58 pm (UTC)hornblower
Date: 2013-10-07 11:34 am (UTC)Re: hornblower
Date: 2013-10-07 11:44 am (UTC)Horatio is in the tv series.
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Date: 2006-08-16 01:42 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-16 08:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-16 02:45 am (UTC)Plus ya know, he's a dirty boy. *loves*
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Date: 2006-08-16 08:08 pm (UTC)And yes. Dirty, dirty boy. What do you expect? It's Hornblower and his unusual greeting customs.
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Date: 2006-08-16 05:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-16 08:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-11-24 06:27 am (UTC)The candle-lighting! And..other things, guh.
So I lurk on your lj sometimes...hoping for glimpses of Napoleonic sailors and Jedis. You never disappoint.
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