Chapter Three: Care


Warning: Graphic m/m kissing, swearing, fingering, oral sex, and penetrative sex.


The flight was tiring and after a short dinner they all headed back to the hotel to get some sleep. Douglas had been arguing with Carolyn for an hour; the CEO had only booked two rooms and while Martin really didn't mind sharing with Douglas, the first officer seemed to have a problem.

It was only after Douglas hissed in his ear, 'She's trying to find out if we're together,' that Martin too began to fight her. Who he was sleeping with was his business, and Carolyn's behaviour was starting to annoy him.

Finally they agreed, only when Carolyn started hissing like a viper, and took the key from her as they reached the small, poorly lit hallway.

She was smiling slightly as she said goodnight and dragged Arthur into her room. Douglas sighed and Martin said, 'Will she ever give up?'

'Hopefully,' Douglas said as he pushed the key into their door. 'I can't survive over night trips without sex.'

Martin chuckled as he followed Douglas into the room. Douglas immediately locked the door and wound his arms around Martin, pulling him in for a kiss.

'Douglas,' he whispered when they broke apart. 'Carolyn's right next door!'

'I know,' Douglas grinned and dragged Martin into the bathroom. He turned the shower on and stripped himself and Martin quickly, the captain barely containing his groan as he was pushed under the hot water.

Douglas' tongue went to work on his ear, making Martin hard in a second. He dropped to kiss and lick the red-head's neck, licking a soft trail down to his right nipple before sucking back.

Martin grabbed at the slippery wall and tried to keep himself up as Douglas' other hand came up to flick and twist his other nipple. Martin did groan this time but it was covered by the water spraying against the tiles around them. Douglas was methodical; nipping and sucking, biting around Martin's nipple and flicking the other hard nub.

He went down further and further, licking through the soft ginger hair that trailed down Martin's flat belly and to his cock. Suddenly Douglas was nudging his weeping prick and Martin bit his bottom lip hard as his cock was engulfed in that warm, wet mouth.

Douglas bobbed up and down the top half of Martin's shaft, cleaning away pre-come and sucking to stimulate the head.

'Uh,' Martin grunted as Douglas swallowed him completely, one hand playing with his testicles, the other rubbing up and down his stomach. Martin reached out to push Douglas' wet hair from his face so he could watch his cock disappear into that lovely mouth. If possible Douglas smirked up at him and Martin rolled his eyes. 'Prat.'

Douglas slid off his cock and shuffled across the slick tiles to grab the bag of toiletries he'd brought. He rustled around before grabbing a small tube of lubricant and turning back to Martin.

Martin let his head tip back as his legs were spread, Douglas squeezing clear gel onto his index and middle fingers. He let out a very loud whine as Douglas' digits pushed past his ring of muscles, quickly swallowed to the knuckle. He closed his eyes as Douglas began to finger him, tongue back on his cock and licking broad strips up and down the heated flesh.

He prepared Martin mercilessly, reducing the proud captain to a begging, quivering mess. He was just about to shout for more when Douglas stood. He wrapped his arms around Martin before kissing him thoroughly, tongue probing and exploring the younger man's mouth.

And then the shower was turned off, the two dripping wet as they stood together in the suddenly quiet bathroom.

'What are you doing?' Martin hissed.

'Shower's free!' Douglas shouted, like he was calling to Martin in the bedroom.

'What?' Martin said, confused.

'Martin,' Douglas tisked softly, 'she's obviously listening, hoping to catch us out.'

'Oh,' Martin breathed and then said loudly, 'Right-o!'

Douglas stiffled his giggles as they waited, pressed against each other wetly. Douglas started rubbing his hard prick against Martin's stomach and the captain bit his lip to stop from shouting.

The first officer reached for the knobs and turned the shower back on, letting the water heat up before grabbing the lube. He slicked his cock up and wrapped his arms around Martin's waist. Martin helped himself be lifted and wounded his legs around the taller man's waist.

Douglas pushed Martin hard against the wall and grabbed his cock, using his body to keep the other pilot pinned as he grabbed his cock. He pushed into Martin's entrance and they both groaned, Martin burying his face in his boyfriend's wet shoulder as he was completely filled.

'Fuck, Douglas,' he grunted as Douglas wiggled to get comfortable.

'Always a phrase I love to hear,' Douglas said and Martin chuckled.

'Shut up and fuck me.'

'With pleasure, Sir.'

He pulled out before thrusting back in, Martin's nails digging into his back as he was penetrated over and over again. Douglas' rhythm was quick and ruthless, stretching Martin's muscles and making him ache and burn for more.

They crushed their lips together to stop from shouting in pleasure, Douglas' cock sliding against Martin's prostate and making the younger man whimper. He clung onto Douglas tightly as the older man's large hand wrapped around his throbbing cock, quickly stroking to bring Martin to his climax.

Martin came suddenly, biting hard into Douglas' shoulder to muffle the string of curses brought on my the pleasure ripping through his body. Douglas thrust a few more times before climaxing, shooting into Martin's tight hole and grunting loudly.

Douglas stood quivering, keeping Martin pinned against the cold wall as water pounded into their sweaty bodies. Slowly Douglas pulled out and lowered Martin to his feet, the captain looking thoroughly debauched.

'I love that look,' Douglas commented as he turned the water off again.

Martin just grinned as they stepped from the shower and towled each other off. They changed into their sleeping clothes and went back into the bedroom.

'Walking a bit funny there, sir,' Douglas said.

'Shut up!' Martin snapped, turning red as he threw his bag into the corner.

Douglas chuckled and watched as Martin flopped onto the bed. The red-head winced and grabbed his foot, sitting again to look at it.

'What's wrong?' Douglas asked.

'Erm... splinter, I think,' Martin said. 'My foot's been hurting all day.'

'Is that why you were complaing and rubbing your foot over-'

'Yes, Douglas,' Martin cut him off. 'Do you have any tweasers?'

Douglas got them from his first aid kit and sat, watching as Martin tried to twist his foot and find the splinter. Finally he huffed and pushed Martin onto the bed, sitting and grabbing the man's foot.

'What are you doing?' Martin demanded.

'Helping my stupid boyfriend find his splinter,' Douglas said, taking the tweasers and inspecting Martin's pale skin.

'Owe!' Martin gasped as Douglas poked his foot.

'Not there?'

'No!' Martin growled and Douglas smirked. Finally the first officer found the little piece of wood and poked it. 'D-Douglas,' Martin practically shouted, face contorting in pain. 'Right there!'

Douglas tutted. 'God, you're such a girl.'

Martin was about to retort when their bedroom door burst open, Douglas now realising the locks didn't work.

What a crappy hotel, he thought as he looked up at stunned Carolyn, raising an eyebrow.

'I heard... shouting,' Carolyn said weakly.

'Yes, Sir is a wuss when it comes to splinters,' Douglas said, bending back down to look at Martin's foot.

'Splinter?' Carolyn asked.

'I have a splinter,' Martin explained, blushing as he sat up. 'Douglas was kind enough to get it out but he keeps stabbing me.'

'I do not,' Douglas said and ripped the tiny piece of wood from Martin's skin.

'Owe!' the captain shouted again.

Douglas smirked and stood to put the splinter in the bin before going to clean the tweezers.

'I... see...' Carolyn said slowly.

Douglas chuckled and came back into the main room as Martin sat up to inspect his foot. 'What did you think was going on, Carolyn?'

'I thought maybe you'd gone insane and finally strangled Martin,' Carolyn lied.

'Oh, really?' Douglas said, leaning against the bathroom doorframe. 'Are you sure that's what you were thinking?'

Carolyn nodded quickly before saying, 'Well... goodnight then.' She slammed the door shut behind her and Douglas grinned broadly.

'Imagine her face if she knew we'd been shagging in the shower,' Martin commented as he looked at his foot.

Douglas chuckled. 'Shall we sleep in the same bed? Give her something to think about in the morning?'

Martin smiled and said, 'Dunno, you did stab me.'

'Stop being such a girl.'

'Well fine, you can spend the night in your own bed,' Martin said and crawled up the one he was on, giving Douglas a nice view of that gorgeous arse.

He groaned and ran across ther oom, flicking the light off on his way. 'I'm sorry, you know I care about you,' he said and dragged Martin down to cuddle him.

Martin giggled as they climbed under the covers. 'You're a sucker for my arse.'

'Shut up,' Douglas huffed as he pulled Martin in. He couldn't help thinking that the man was right.