Disclaimer: I DON'T own Pirates of The Caribbean.
Beckett looked down at his first lieutenant as he writhed in heated pleasure beneath him. He ran a smooth, ardent hand over the twisting, sweaty flesh of his officer. He watched as his muscles flexed under that sweet peachy skin of his. Beckett rocked into him slowly at first and gradually increased his pace until his lieutenant was moaning his name in fervor. He pressed into him as deep as he could go, watching his man's hands curl around the edge of the desk desperately clinging to it as he shivered. Beckett let out a string of moans and incoherent thoughts as he brought himself closer to his end leading his lieutenant into the welcoming sensations of ectasy. The lieutenant was now bucking against him causing Beckett to grope his firm sides and guide him onto his member. Beckett leaned over the sweat slicked back of his lieutenant and pressed his mouth over the delicious skin. The taste of sweat and gun powder was intoxicating. Beckett moved his mouth over to his lieutenant's ear so that he could feel the warm breath on his cheek. Beckett whispered huskily to him as he finally gave in to the flood of rapture, his lieutenant eagerly following.
Beckett snapped back to attention in the real world. Sourly dissapointed to see he was sitting, alone in his cabin. He was painfully reminded of just how 'excited' he was feeling when he chanced a quick glance at his lap. Reaching to the far side of the desk he grabbed a bottle of brandy and poured himself a glass. He gulped it down and his eyes shone with renewed intent. He quickly set aside the glass and bottle calling 1 of his gaurds in.
"Fetch me Lieutenant Groves," Beckett ordered calmly from his seat. The officer nodded respectfully and left in search of the lieutenant. In what was merely 5 minutes but seemed like 5 hours to Lord Beckett, a curt knock reached his ears and his lips twitched upwards momentarily.
"Come in," Beckett called watching the door expectantly as it opened and in stepped Lieutenant Groves.
"You requested to see me, my Lord?" Lieutenant Groves asked looking at Beckett questioningly.
"Indeed Lieutenant. Shut the door would you." Beckett said with a peculiar glint in his eye that didn't go unoticed by Groves. Groves turned to close the door behind him and then turned back. Beckett looked into the shiny surface of his polished desk and quickly adverted his gaze upwards with well disguised earnest.
A/N: This is probably the first ever Beckett/Groves drabble thingy HAHA!