A few people commented on the pick-up line Netherlands used, and I have to admit that was one of my main reasons for starting this story. It was the first scene that jumped into my head, and I just had to use it. XD I can see him being a dork like that when he's drunk.
And to the person who suggested "The Flying Dutchman" as the ship's name; the name of the ship isn't mentioned in the fic, but that was the name that was on my mind while writing it. ;)
Chapter 2
The next morning Matthew came out of bed with much reluctance. Being the navigator of the ship meant spending a lot of time with the captain. If he had still been a mere cabin boy, he could have busied himself with what the other crew members needed him to do. As the navigator he had to discuss routes and sailing circumstances with the captain to decide where they would be headed. Normally he wouldn't have that much of a problem with it, but after what happened last night…
But the man had been drunk. Draw him a map because he got lost in his eyes? Seriously, that was the lamest pick-up line he had ever heard. No wonder he had never seen the captain return to the ship with a wench at his side. If he used those lines on everyone, it was only going to make them get away from him faster, Matthew thought angrily. Even if it made him blush a little as he thought back to it. It was mostly from annoyance anyway. Not like he had actually enjoyed being touched and… kissed like that.
Matthew spent the rest of the day trying to forget about last night's happenings. Which wasn't easy when the cause of said happenings was looking over his shoulder all the time, at how Matthew studied the maps and set out possible sailing routes. It was necessary though. They would head out later that day, and the captain needed to talk things through with him. Whenever he spoke to the Canadian, it was in a business-like tone, and his actions betrayed nothing of what he had been doing the previous night. Did the man even remember? He hadn't seemed that drunk to Matthew. Either way, this somehow left Matthew even more insecure, having to suppress shivers from running down his spine every time the other casually touched him, put a hand on his shoulder, and especially at the times when Matthew felt his hot breath in his neck whenever the Dutchman leaned over him to look at the maps.
He was not doing this on purpose. He was just doing his job, Matthew reminded himself. But as he was explaining something on the maps to the captain and their hands accidentally touched, Matthew tensed up and stumbled a bit over his words.
The captain chuckled as he wrapped his large hand around Matthew's smaller one, lifted it to his mouth and placed a small kiss on it. The first thing Matthew did was not pull his hand back, but look around if anyone saw it. Which they didn't, since the captain and he were alone in the room now. "So jumpy." That all to familiar smirk crept onto his face once more. "Did I scare you that much last night?" He asked, feigning a hurt tone.
Crap. So he remembered.
The captain leaned down so his mouth was right next to Matthew's ear. "You shouldn't be thinking about things like that right now, Matthew." He whispered, his voice low. "This is the time for work, not pleasure." With that last word, the captain's tongue darted out and licked the Canadian's earlobe, who quickly bit down on his lip to choke back any sounds that would possibly want to escape his mouth.
He released a muffled whimper when the Dutchman started to suck and nibble at the thing. Then, without a warning, he pulled back and slammed his hands down on the table on either side of Matthew, who jumped in surprise. The captain laughed loudly. "Glad we got that settled. Now lets see that route you were talking about."
Matthew, completely red at this point, not to mention rather confused, quickly scanned the map in front of him and searched for the thoughts that the captain had successfully managed to push out of his mind with just a few simple touches. His discomfort was probably showing clearly. And the captain apparently liked it. He seemed so damn amused whenever he looked at the blond.
Explaining this route would, without a doubt, take about twice as long as it usually would.
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Matthew sighed as he sank down on his bed and buried his head in the pillow. It had been an exhausting day. The first day of a journey was always a bit more stressful for him. And the fact that a certain Dutchman was never far from his side didn't help. Luckily the captain had other duties to attend to once their route had been decided. He needed to give out orders to the other crewmen to get the ship ready for their departure. This gave the Canadian a little more rest, but peace of mind wasn't something that he could regain that easily.
Matthew had just decided he would spend the next few days (or weeks, he wasn't really that picky) here sleeping, when he heard a knock on his door. He sat up as a fellow crewmember opened the door and stuck his head in. "The capt'n wants to see ya." He was told. He held back an annoyed groan as he gave the man a nod.
As Matthew made his way to the captain's quarters his thoughts were racing, just like his heart (from nervousness, not excitement). Why would the captain want to see him? The answer was rather obvious and Matthew was aware of this, though did not want to admit it. If he did, then that would mean he was accepting the captain's advances on him. And that was something he did not want to happen, he kept telling himself.
No, there was most likely something wrong with their route that the captain wanted to discuss with him. Or so he hoped.
He knocked on the door, entering as he got a "Yes?" from the captain. "Ah. Matthew." He said, standing up from behind his desk. "Come here, I want to show you something." He motioned the younger man to come closer, who obliged warily. "I found an old map which you might be interested in." The captain said, which caught Matthew's attention. Yes, he would most likely be interested in that map. Old maps were always fascinating to take a look at. He edged a bit closer to the Dutchman who was looking through a few papers and tried to see what he was doing. The Canadian's eyes were focussed on his captain's hands, so he failed to miss the small, devious smile that played along the Dutchman's lips.
Before Matthew knew it, the captain had stopped looking through the papers, grabbed the Canadian and pretty much threw him on the bed that was standing a few feet away. And thus Matthew found himself pinned to the bed by the captain, his hands a tight grip on the blonde's wrists and his weight leaning on him slightly to keep him down.
Matthew struggled, but in vain. The Dutchman nipped at the other's jawline and looked down at him. "It wasn't very nice to turn down my offer like that. I'm afraid I'll have to teach you some manners."
"Let me go." Matthew tried to free his arms. The captain held on tight though.
"See, that's the first problem." The Dutchman spoke in a calm tone, it sounded almost innocent even. "The first rule is…" He leaned his face close to Matthew's, their noses barely an inch apart. "Obey your captain." With that he closed the remaining distance and captured the other's lips in a kiss that left the poor Canadian breathless when he finally pulled back.
Matthew hadn't even noticed the captain had released his arms until he felt a pair of hands starting to unbutton his shirt. His heart skipped a beat and he renewed his efforts to get away.
"Matthew." The Dutchman's voice was dangerously low, immediately stilling the Canadian's movements. "You can't run. We're out on the open sea. Even if you get out of this room, there is nowhere you can go." He confronted him with the harsh truth. He finished unbuttoning Matthew's shirt and ran his fingers over the newly exposed flesh.
"Why?" Matthew choked out. "Why couldn't you just pick up some woman at a bar, like the rest of the crew does?"
The Dutchman sighed lightly, lazily tracing patterns with his fingers on Matthew's skin. "Let me tell you something, Matthew." He started. Matthew bit back a whimper as the tall man pinched his nipple. The captain just went on as if nothing happened. "Women are fine creatures. They're soft and curvy and nice on the eyes, in most cases. I've been with them before and enjoyed it. Though there are certain needs that a woman cannot satisfy." Smooth fingers continued to innocently search out sensitive spots on Matthew's chest, leaving him squirming under the touches.
"You must know, it's against my policies to hurt a woman, Matthew. But I am a rough man and sometimes a female seems to fragile for what I want. I need someone who can handle me, who's not afraid to talk back." His practically uninterested expression changed into a grin, teeth baring a little as he licked his lips. "With a woman I would have to hold back, but with you…"
Another pinch at the nipple and Matthew let a small sound of pleasure escape from his throat.
"So are you going to play along nicely, or do I have to tie you up?" The Dutchman asked. "You still remember when my men brought you here, right? Hands tied on your back, laying helplessly on the deck. Do you have any idea what I wanted to do to you at that moment?" He asked, nails digging slightly into Matthew's sides. "No, you have no idea."
The captain leaned in. Their lips were nearly touching, but not quite and Matthew's breath got caught in his throat. "What's it going to be?" The captain wanted to know, his lips ghosting over Matthew's own.
Next chapter will be up in a week. Let me know what you think?
