Well now, that's an interesting development! Let's see where this leads to, shall we...
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"Morning lad! How about you and I getting an early start to the day…"
Tintin's head whipped around to see the bearded older man standing just inside the doorway. Everything came to a complete and screeching halt. He lay there frozen, hips in mid pump, his hands on his genitals – genitals that had suddenly collapsed as if they had never been deep in the throes of passion.
As he stared at the other man, he could feel the heat that had been pleasantly radiating from his lower region sweep upward, turning his already flushed face a brighter red.
And judging from the color that rose up in the Captain's features, the other man was just as embarrassed. Actually, Haddock kept turning a whole range of hues - from deep red, to dark violet, to pale white and finally to slightly flushed.
"Tintin? Tintin! TINTIN! Tintin..." The Captain kept repeating his name, the emotions changing from confusion, to amazement, to shock and then to realization.
"Um…Captain, uhhh…" Tintin didn't have a clue what he should say. He knew what he wanted to do – run for it - but couldn't make his body move.
He could only lay there and watch as the Captain folded his arms and scowled at him, brows furrowing deep, his close set, bright blue eyes blazing.
"Well, just what are we supposed to do about this, now?" Haddock growled.
Feeling an uncharacteristic lump in the back of his throat, Tintin looked back at his best friend with an expression of abject misery.
"I…I'm sorry Captain. I know this is wrong to do, but I…I…couldn't help myself. I gave into base urges. I won't do it again." He apologized profusely.
Haddock tilted his head to one side and regarded him for a long moment.
And then strode over and sat on the bed next to Tintin.
"Pshawww, lad. Nothing wrong with it. Completely natural."
Tintin stared up at the man. He wasn't in trouble?
"I was just caught by surprise my boy. You've never given any indication you knew you had anything between your legs, let alone that there were other purposes." The Captain explained. Once more he tilted his head and gave him a reassuring smile.
Tintin returned a somewhat shaky smile in response, his emotions - not to mention his body - in turmoil.
"Actually lad – I'm a bit glad to see you engaging in such activities, was beginning to wonder. Nice to know you're a red-blooded young man after all. I know you're older than you look, lord, you have to be. But you have to admit it's a bit of an eye opener to find someone you'd thought was a wee bit naïve and inexperienced going at it like gangbusters." Haddock grinned in comradeship.
"Sorry I interrupted you lad, do you want me to leave so you can pick up where you left off?"
"I'm not sure… I can, um, I seem to have… lost the need." Tintin answered softly. It was true. He might as well get up and go about his day as normal. He didn't do this very often, and was disappointed that he hadn't reached fulfillment.
Glancing back up at his friend, he saw the man regarding him with a mixture of regret and contemplation.
"Hmmm, such a shame to waste such efforts. And believe me, lad, I know what it's like to get yourself almost to the point of no return, only to be hauled up short." The Captain spoke, his eyebrows rising and lowering quickly.
Leaning forward, he placed a warm and gentle hand on Tintin's shoulder. The heat seemed to soak into his flesh and the weight of it was comforting and yet oddly stimulating as well. He felt a shiver run through him as the thumb began to rub gently back and forth.
"I was going to ask if you wanted to go to the market with me this morning, but there's no rush. Perhaps we can just spend a lazy morning, just the two of us. Would you like that lad?"
"I…think I'd like that…" Tintin whispered back. For some reason his stomach was doing all sorts of calisthenics and his body was trembling.
"Besides lad, I really do feel sorry about interrupting you. If you'd like, I can make it up to you?" As the older man spoke, he leaned a bit forward and his eyes, so bright and warm, stared intently into his own. At the same time, the hand that had been resting gently on his shoulder began to stroke up and down his arm.
Swallowing hard, Tintin nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
"Good. After all, what are friends for, if you can't give a bit of relief once in a while, right?"
Once more Tintin nodded, licking his dry lips.
Closer still the Captain leaned until his bearded face was just an inch or two above. Tintin could feel the warm moist breath tickling his lips, smelled the faint odor of tobacco and whiskey.
And when that face lowered even more, Tintin fully accepted the lips that pressed against his. His arms went up and around Haddock's neck without thinking. At first the kisses were soft, lips closed. Gradually mouths opened and Tintin didn't pull back when he felt the first, tentative press of a warm, moist tongue against his lips. Opening his mouth fully, he couldn't help the moan as the slick muscle sank into him, probing gently yet thoroughly. His own tongue explored the intrusion and when it slid back out, followed it to its home base.
For several minutes they exchanged tongues, tilting heads back and forth to find the best position. Each one uttered low noises of appreciation.
Tintin still had his arms wrapped around Haddocks shoulders, his hands rubbing up and down the man's thick neck and into the thicker hair. Haddock's hand, the one on his shoulder, squeezed the flesh gently, thumb still rubbing in circles.
The other hand had at first stroked Tintin's cheek, chin and forehead, but then had slid around to cup the back of his head, the fingers moving up and down through the short, lush hair. Every so often the hand would tighten; pull him a bit closer, deepening the kisses they were trading.
Finally parting, more so they could take a full breath than being done with each other, Haddock gazed down at the younger man.
"God, but that mouth of yours is kissable, lad." Pushing himself further up, his eyes ranged all over Tintin's features. "Not to mention every other bit of you."
Tintin sighed as the Captain put actions to words and began to bestow light kisses on every available surface – across his forehead, down his nose (where quite a number of kisses were expended on the round tip), skipping over his lips to land on chin, then up his jaw. Feeling the lips suck at his earlobe, he turned his head to give better access and felt those lips leave a burning trail down his neck. A moment later and he felt his skin being tenderly sucked at the junction where his neck met his shoulder. Teeth nipped gently and then a caressing light swipe of the tongue on the abused spot.
Feeling the Captain shift down and over a bit, he was soon treated to the man kissing along his clavicle from shoulder to hollow of his throat and then across to the other side.
The Captain shifted again, seemed to hesitate and then dropped his lips onto the nearest of Tintin's once more erect nipples. His eyes wide, Tintin couldn't help either the squeak that erupted from his lips or the abrupt lifting of his chest to meet that incredible sensation.
For quite some time Haddock gave exquisite attention to his extremely sensitive nubs, switching between the two of them. And if his mouth wasn't working on them – licking and sucking, teeth nipping lightly or lips' kissing them sweetly, then the Captain's free hand was doing all the things Tintin's hands had been doing earlier. Only this was way better than anything Tintin had experienced.
His chest – his entire body was on fire. Closing his eyes and tilting his head back once more, he relished the incredible sensations that surged over and into him. Small whimpers, soft sighs and outright moans of pleasure escaped from him. He could hear (and feel) Haddock making mumbled sounds of delight as well.
His stomach quivered as the hand moved from his chest and travelled down, stopping a moment to push the tip of one finger into his little innie and move around and around, bringing forth all sorts of amazing sensations fluttering inside him. Once again Haddock shifted and Tintin 'eeped' again, this time when the man's tongue replaced the finger. His belly burned where the hand rested gently.
His own hands had gone from Haddock's back, to fisting into the sheets, to practically flailing up and down and then once again clutching at the Captain's broad back and shoulders. His spine was so arched that only Tintin's shoulders and buttocks touched the bed.
Haddock shifted again, this time moving up. Tintin opened his eyes and regarded the man who lay next to him, propped up on one elbow.
"Enjoying this lad?" the older man asked, his bright blue eyes looking deeply into Tintin's own grey irises, irises that unbeknownst to the younger man were eclipsed by pupils being blown wide open.
Licking dry lips and somehow managing to swallow, Tintin answered, his voice husky. 'Oh, Captain. Ar…Archie. This is…wonderful! I've always wondered how it would be, with someone else. And…" he looked down and then back up at his friend, "And I'm glad that someone else is you…" He whispered shyly.
The Captain's face beamed at him. "Oh lad, you don't know how glad I am to hear that." Leaning in he gave Tintin another kiss, then pulled back just as it started to deepen. Seeing the lad's disappointment, he chuckled. "Don't worry lad, not done with you yet. There's lots more places to explore, things to discover, experience and enjoy."
The older man's eyes twinkled and yet also gazed intently at Tintin, he asked softly. "So lad, ready for an amazing, enlightening and very satisfying adventure?"
Grinning back widely, Tintin turned and placed his hand on the man's chest, trying to feel for the nipple under the man's heavy sweater. He thought he could make out something poking up.
"Absolutely, Mon Capitan. Lead on, I will do my best to follow." And then he kissed his friend fully on the lips. He just knew he was going to love every moment to come.
And that's when Haddock pulled him into a loving embrace.