Between a rock and a hard place

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It was not often that the fleet turned its gaze upon vessels belonging to the Navy – preferring to harass merchants and especially the EITC rather than risk directly assaulting military vessels where captains were as likely to fight for the sake of the fight than they were to surrender.

The only time they did targelt a vessel belonging to his majesty was when the cargo aboard that ship outweighed the consequences of attacking her – generally speaking a bit of intelligence Thomas himself was rarely privy to as the essential equivalent to a midshipman. It was for the quartermasters to determine how much the gun crews were entitled to know and today, they had determined it best the crew knew only that this ship would serve well as a replacement for the Brigade while she was under repairs in Port Royal.

As ever, Thomas feared the sight of familiar faces when boarding, and his stomach had dropped down to his toes when he had seen the young lord Blakeney among the captured survivors that would be released when they next made port. He had not meant to make himself known to the boy – had almost missed him when he had come down to check the tally – but now not only had he been seen, he had been just as recognized.

Stilling in the midst of his hard beaten retreat, Thomas considered his options. One way or another, the captain would hear of this – and he would rather she hear it from him than any other. Sighing, he turned and tucked down so that he could approach the brig and speak quietly with the boy.

“There are times when we must favor subtlety, Mister Blakeney – and I do think you’ll agree that this is one of them.” Pressing his forearm against the bars, he leaned his forehead against it in order to keep his back to his own crew and his words private with the younger man. “I’ve no intention of leaving you here for long – but it would be best if you held our old association private. I doubt my friends here would take kindly to it.”

The fact he was ex-Navy was in fact no secret at all, but the boy didn’t know that. What mattered was Blakeney’s companions – they were the ones Thomas could not protect, and therefore were the ones most likely to cause him trouble later. So if they thought they had no hope, it would be better than letting them know there was a chance – and it was not being taken.

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips | TF’s Joji to Tom P cause apparently we’re here right off the bat jfc

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He’d fallen away again – lost in the memories of a life that was no longer his own. It was the sensation of a firm – and now familiar – grip upon his hips that dragged him back as surely as he was drawn forward. The ghosts of long ago fell away for a time as he looped his arms around Joji’s middle, leaning forward to press his forehead against the other’s shoulder.

“Was I gone so long?” He wondered, worried that he had allowed himself to wither in a dangerous way – he liked to think he had not drifted to a point he could be caught unawares when he found himself torn between what he used to be, and who he had become, but something told him Joji would have something else to say about that – without saying anything at all. And wasn’t that a gift?

@tidefated

💦 from jack to thomas ( !!!! )

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Head thrown back in wanton abandon, Thomas failed to contain himself properly as a groan tore itself from his throat. One hand anchored itself in Jack’s hair, fingers threading through the strands to take a firm and steadying grip – careful not to yank, but holding sure enough to cause no doubt to the pleasure that was racing through him as his lover’s tongue pressed firmly along his length, sinful in its familiarity with his form and all the ways to twist him directly toward the purest bliss.

Thankfully, matters such as this tended to be – generally overlooked – amid pirate crews. That most were ashore at any rate admittedly lowered his inhibitions further, which was perhaps not the politest thing in the world, but he was well past caring as his other hand had to twist into the soft cotton of his lover’s shirt, if only to keep himself from shifting too violently and upending them both from the fucking cot.

It was hardly his fault of course – if Jack would just be a little more accommodating this wouldn’t be nearly so difficult, but the bastard did love his sense of control. With his arm braced around the man’s middle he was able to angle up enough to begin returning administrations, though the jolt of Jack’s hips damn near undid him, he managed to maintain matters a moment before falling back onto the cot and laughing at the ridiculousness of this.

“Fuck, Jack, this isn’t working,” He smacked the man’s back, trying to encourage him to move from his singular focus, “Jack!” This was an accident waiting to happen, christ!

Tribulations Of Lizards And Boys

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Thomas’ lips twitched somewhat at young Blakeney’s indignation, and the stomping of his feet – admittedly thinking it the dawning of a bloody tantrum rather than the sheer insanity it truly was. The iguana ( which Thomas was fair sure was a friend of the doctor’s ) was a large enough creature that even he would be hesitant to wrestle with it, so to see the young, one armed middie launch himself to pin the beast against the wall admittedly left him speechless.

The lizard was twisting in an unhappy fashion with considerable force when Blakeney’s pleas jolted Thomas into action, hardly wishing to see the boy hurt ( or to have to be the one to explain to the captain how he had been wounded to begin with ) Darting over, he considered matters before him before deciding to do what he might have if the lizard were a dog. Animals were animals after all.

Leaning down, he set his arm underneath a cool belly and pressed his stomach against the rough spinal ridges, quietly hoping he was not about to cause damage to his uniform as he hauled back and lifted the fellow up. There was a great and mighty wriggling in protest, and Thomas stumbled back before reacting on instinct, treating the beast more like a cat and turning it to face himself. This proved potentially foolish when claws flashed so near his face he froze, but once the lizard had its front half over his shoulder, it seemed to calm considerably.

“Is there a reason we are harassing the doctor’s pet demon?” Thomas asked lightly, keeping a weather eye on the scales alongside his face and wincing slightly as he felt pinpricks of claws in his back and front – less for the pain, and more out of lament for his coat.

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