Guess who's back, friends?!
Welcome to my newest project, Consummate! If you've read my other work, Complement, it's basically that, i.e. TeLink oneshots. Except smuttier now.
If you think it's the same canon as Complement, then great! If you think they shouldn't be anywhere near each other, then great!
Enjoy! And… I'm sorry!
One Hot Day
Link grunted as he and Gonzo heaved their way-too-heavy crate up onto the stack of crates they'd already set aside. It was always the same routine whenever they left port with new supplies: load everything onto (and crucially, into) the ship, leave town, and be on their way to the next sweeping adventure or wherever they happened to be going. But today, Tetra had opted for some bizarre new strategy: load everything onto (but crucially, not into) the ship, leave town, and then work on moving everything down to the cargo hold. Link knew it wasn't the most practical way to load supplies, but also knew his beloved captain positively hated staying anywhere longer than she needed to, and today seemed to be one of her antsier days. So this was just the way things worked today.
He cast a glance across the deck at the two remaining crates and sighed as he and Gonzo went back for the next one. Normally this part wasn't too bad; they would simply open the hatch and lower the crates straight into the hold. However, things were working a bit differently today, given the circumstances. Namely, how unbelievably hot it was.
Perhaps it was the just the local area, but the last couple of days had been nearly unbearable for working in. Tetra had agreed to simply stack the supplies against the quarter deck for bracing and tie them down, and to hold off until the evening to finish putting everything below. That plan came with a bit of risk, given how quickly their luck could turn on the open ocean, but the captain had consented to staying within the vicinity of the island until everything was squared away and they could safely depart.
Link wasn't entirely sure how that was better than simply remaining in port, but he knew better by now than to ask.
Regardless, the first part of the job was almost done, much to everyone's relief. Most of the men had long since abandoned their shirts in the baking heat, and even Tetra had traded her usual shirt/vest combo for a light sleeveless top he was sure he'd never seen before. He wouldn't have given it too much thought except for how damn distracting she was turning out to be. There was nothing covering the top of her body; her tanned arms and shoulders were completely bare, the fabric of her shirt apparently holding itself up by wrapping tightly under her arms. Of course, this meant that the entire shirt was gripping tightly around her body and accentuating certain features of her figure, seemingly unbeknownst to the captain.
Link cast a quick glance to the woman across the deck, who was busy tying down what he and Gonzo were moving to her. Things had changed between them over the years, and they had spent some time now in what most people would probably call a 'relationship'. That being said, there was still a physical component to their relationship that had eluded them thus far, and that fact made things like today even harder to bear.
Tetra bent over to grab a rope off the deck, and his eyes drank in the sight of her before quickly snapping back to the task at hand before anyone took notice. Their relationship wasn't all that had changed over the years: Tetra had definitely grown up, in a sense – particularly in a couple key areas he was finding increasingly difficult not to stare at. The pirate had been cute enough when they'd first met, and he'd always considered her to be an attractive girl, but the words that came to mind now about the woman would likely earn him a punch from the men if he ever voiced them. Tetra had gotten… Well, hotter.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, those deep-seated feelings weren't unreciprocated. Across the deck, Tetra wiped her forehead with an increasingly-damp rag before shoving it back into her pocket and stretching out her back. She turned to survey the scene, rolling her arms to loosen up her shoulders as she took in what remained to be done. She had long since acknowledged – privately, of course – that her on-the-fly decisions today weren't entirely enough to justify her desire to depart. Had they just stayed in port another hour, they likely would've had everything loaded below by now with the assistance of a dock crew. But she wasn't one to stay at land for longer than was necessary, and everyone on board knew that well. That being said… This was becoming a pain in the ass.
Although it isn't that bad, she mused with a smirk as she watched Link and Gonzo prepare the next crate. The sight of her shirtless hero sweating and grunting as he moved what could only be called the heaviest food in the world wasn't making her feel the way she would expect to feel. Instead of being grossed out by the thought of how dirty he likely was (not that she could talk), she was rather… aroused by it. The sight of her half-naked boyfriend working hard, watching the way his toned muscles tensed as they lifted and heaved, was doing funny things to her. Absently she glanced back at the growing stack of secured supplies and briefly wondered if anyone would notice if she slipped away to her cabin.
Her thoughts were cut short as Link and Gonzo staggered by, heaving their box between them until they carefully maneuvered it down to the deck. Tetra, with much less caution than her partner, let her eyes roam all over Link, taking in as much as she could before his attention turned back to her. Yeah, maybe something couldn't wait until tonight. Good thing being the captain had its perks.
"Good, almost there," she said with a reassuring smile, grabbing a rope and attaching the crate to its neighbour. "When you grab the last one, tell Nudge to tie it off? I gotta go take care of something," she added, motioning with her head to the door. Gonzo nodded and headed back to the last box. Link lingered for a moment, pretending to stretch his arms overhead before stepping close and speaking in a low tone.
"Maybe next time, we just stay in port so this gets done faster?" he asked lightly, brows half-raised innocently, though she knew him too well to be fooled. "Less work, in the end."
"Yeah, shut up, I know," she retorted flatly, spinning him around and pushing him back to his task. She heard his chuckle as he moved away, but didn't stay to shoot off a remark at him. Instead she made sure her knots were secure and then, with a casual side-eye to see if anyone was looking, cracked open the door and disappeared down the stairs.
Link's smile disappeared as he and Gonzo prepared their last job, though his thoughts lingered on the captain. He wasn't sure why she couldn't get out of his head today, but that moment between them just now hadn't done anything to help matters. She was sweaty and grimy, her hair was dishevelled, and her shirt had begun slipping down her chest when she'd grabbed him. By all accounts she'd consider herself gross, and yet she was driving him almost crazy.
He realized how true that was as he felt a tightening in his pants, and quickly glanced at Gonzo before stepping behind the cover of the crate. He looked down at the bulge beginning to tent in his pants and quietly groaned. Hopefully it passed soon enough; this was hardly the time or place. Though experience had taught him that it was usually better to just take care of it, he couldn't really come up with a way to suddenly get out of working without causing either suspicion or concern. So that just left hiding it.
Although if Tetra happened to notice what he was trying to hide, he would probably die of embarrassment. He turned his gaze as casually as he could to the stern before stopping, confused, as he failed to spot her. Then her last order floated through his mind and he sighed, relieved. She was gone already, so that at least wasn't a problem.
"Ready?"
Gonzo's voice behind him cut through his thoughts, and he jumped in surprise. Glancing back down at his pants and still seeing his bulge, he slipped his hands under his clothes and quickly grabbed his traitorous member, flipping it upward against his stomach. There – a little more comfortable and a little less visible. He'd just keep the crate between Gonzo and him and he'd be fine.
Spinning around and finding a grip on the box, Gonzo barked an order and they both lifted, straining to keep the weight balanced between them. He was glad this was the last one – his arms might give out if they had to do any more lifting. Within moments they were across the deck and setting the crate onto their previous one, both heaving a large sigh of relief as they finished.
"Good work," Gonzo nodded as he looked around for Nudge. Link grunted in acknowledgement and took the opportunity to step to the door and slip below. As soon as the door closed behind him, he sighed and rested his back against the wood, letting the cooler air of the interior tickle his skin. He was sticky, hot, and exhausted. And somehow he still had a bigger concern pressing on him. Literally.
He sighed again and let a hand wander to his groin, gently feeling the form pressing against the fabric of his pants. It hadn't gone away; if anything, it had gotten worse. He could tell that it wasn't going anywhere, so he glanced back at the door before descending the stairs. Everyone else still had work to finish, so the bunks would be deserted. He could probably find a few quiet minutes to handle it.
He passed Tetra's door as he reached the next staircase, pausing for a moment as he did. The fact that the door was closed wasn't strange; what he did find odd was her reason for disappearing. The only thing they'd done today was leave port; technically, they were still to actually leave the vicinity of the island. He shrugged to himself as he stepped down the stairs, choosing to leave in case the door suddenly flew open. He didn't really care what she was doing; it just wasn't like her to leave a job half-finished.
He made his way to the bunks, which were, as predicted, unoccupied. He hoisted himself up onto his bunk, in the corner above Senza's, and sighed as he flopped back onto the bed, letting his muscles relax as he sank into the sheet. Maybe he'd just take a nap for a while, since his chores were finished. He'd run the risk of sleeping through supper, but right now rest sounded more appealing than food. Before anything, though, he needed to give something else his attention.
Without bothering to sit up, he fumbled with his belt before loosening the pressure around his waist. He sighed in relief at the new space in his pants, then grabbed his clothes and pulled them off, leaving him nude.
Immediately his penis flew up to point at him, as if begging to be touched. He grabbed at the sheet under him, then hesitated. If he stayed on top of his bunk, anyone walking in would catch him working on himself in full view. On the other hand, the thought of covering himself, even with a thin sheet, didn't sit well with how hot he still felt. Besides, he was the only one with free time right now. Might as well put it to good use.
He wrapped an arm behind his head to rest against, his other hand slipping down to his swollen member. As his fingers caressed his shaft he shuddered, the sensation sending a chill down his spine. Okay, maybe he needed this more than he thought.
He lightly traced his fingers up the skin until they met the swollen head of his penis, the skin twitching at the contact. He sighed and closed his eyes as he traced his fingers back down the shaft to the bottom, before wrapping his fingers around himself and loosely running his hand up and down the skin, just lightly enough to touch.
He was already taking a big risk with not covering up, but now he was taking it slow instead of just knocking out a quick one to get it out of his system. But it had admittedly been a while since he had treated himself, and it wasn't like the opportunities came often on a ship full of pirates. And his mind was way too hazy to think straight right now. Looking back, it was impressive he'd even managed to get away unnoticed, given how hard he'd been. Now, he didn't have a care in the world about consequences. Hell, Tetra could walk through the door and he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop himself.
The thought of his sexy captain caused his cock to twitch in his hand, and he grinned as he let his imagination fill with thoughts of her. He began to increase his speed, giving his member slow, but strong strokes as his hand pumped. Tetra had been almost unbearable today. Seeing her bare upper body had left his imagination reeling about what she was covering just below – what her top kept slipping down to almost reveal. It wasn't the first time he'd envisioned her chest, certainly, but his conjured imagination could hardly compare to the real thing. Though he wasn't entirely sure his dick really cared, in the end. He hummed happily as his hand begun pumping faster, lifting his cock in the air and pointing it up as he stroked. This was the worst thing he could be doing; he was basically guaranteeing that he'd get caught. But fuck, did it feel good.
The memory of Tetra bending over a crate popped into his thoughts, and he groaned as his hips twitched under his touch. He loved her dearly, and respected whatever pace she wanted their relationship to move at. But honestly, part of him was going crazy that they hadn't crossed that line. He cracked open an eye to glance down his body, only to groan at the sight of his hand pumping his dick. Fuck, he was so hard. His head was red and swollen, twitching every time his hand brushed against it. All he wanted was to finish, and he had a feeling it was going to be messy. He closed his eyes and sank back into his arm, gripping himself tighter and working with fresh conviction.
He supposed he could at least broach the topic with Tetra, and see how she felt. The worst she could say was that she wasn't comfortable with it yet, and he had some credible evidence to believe that wasn't the case. A small voice in the back of his mind whispered how amazing it would be to join Tetra as she was bent over her crate, to slide in behind her, to guide her down over the box, to slip inside her, to pump against her as they both groaned in pleasure…
Link grunted as his feelings exploded all at once, his hand furiously pumping his cock as it spurted thickly all over his chest. He groaned as he sank back into the bed, still stroking his dick as he rode out the waves of his pleasure until they finally began to die down. With a long sigh, he finally let his soaked member fall against his stomach, trying to steady his breathing as his heart raced. That had been more intense than he'd felt in ages.
His body felt heavier than it ever had, but he slowly raised his head to glance down at his chest – and groaned. Apparently he'd had a lot to work out of his system, considering how far he'd managed to shoot. He quickly surveyed just how much he had managed to spray all over himself before fumbling under the blanket. He kept a bunch of old rags hidden by his feet for exactly this purpose. Tonight he'd wait till it was dark and pitch it over the railing, and no one would be the wiser.
Carefully, he began cleaning up his evidence and threw his sheet over himself the moment he was dry. Somehow, against all odds, he'd managed to enjoy some much-needed self-indulgence without interruption or being caught. As far as he knew, at least, given that he'd had his eyes closed most of the time. At any rate, until confronted otherwise, he'd enjoy his moment of quiet and make the most out of his tranquil cool-down.
His eyes had already fluttered shut when Tetra returned to his thoughts, and he smiled softly as the darkness enveloped him.
As soon as she'd reached her room and locked the door behind her, Tetra let out a frustrated groan, her hand immediately moving to her groin and pressing against her pants. She wasn't sure what had come over her in the last few minutes, but she really needed some alone time. Resting her hand against her door for support, she began massaging herself gently, letting the sensations between her legs trickle outwards throughout her body. She supposed that it had also been a few days since she'd last done this, which probably didn't help her situation.
With a low sigh, she closed her eyes and simply rubbed against the fabric of her pants, enjoying the feeling of the friction under her fingers. She wasn't a terribly spiritual person – certainly compared to Link – but she was thankful to whatever higher power that may or may not exist that she had her own room to retreat to when she needed it. Here she could fulfill whatever fantasy popped into her head without any worry of being walked in on. Of course, that didn't mean she enjoyed being interrupted with a loud knock during her 'private time'; it did happen from time to time and never failed to put her in a bad mood. But such was the burden of leadership. The room couldn't provide everything.
She exhaled slowly as she removed her hand, her toes curling in her boots. Yeah, she definitely wasn't waiting till tonight. Depending on how this went, maybe again tonight…?
Well, her attention would likely be better served on this one, first.
She strode towards her bed, undoing her belt as she roughly kicked off her boots. She glanced down at her top, only to snort at the sight of her boobs, once again, trying to escape upwards. Honestly, this had been the stupidest piece of clothing she'd ever bought. The idea of a sleeveless, strapless top seemed both stylish and a little sexy for her noble hero, but the damn thing barely stayed up. At least twice today she'd glanced down at her chest only to be greeted with a deep cleavage shot, and could only wonder if Link had taken notice before her.
She grabbed at the fabric and lightly pulled, and the shirt easily slipped down over her breasts, leaving them exposed. Granted, she also hadn't wrapped them like usual today, given how frickin' hot it was, so it was possible that that may have helped keep her shirt up. Or at least prevent her from just accidentally flashing her tits to her boyfriend and all-male crew. She pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it aside, followed by her pants. She didn't have to get naked, but she was in a mood today. Evidently so, she realized, as her fingers had already wandered to her clit and begun massaging gently. Honestly, she couldn't even make it to her bed before starting. Although perhaps the sooner the better, given the moistness she was already feeling below her fingers. She was worked up.
She climbed up onto the bed and sank back into her sheets, letting her free hand trace up and down her leg as she began working herself more intently. This was Link's fault, she knew it. The bastard just had to take off his shirt today – of course she was going to get riled up! Him and his stupid muscles, and broad chest, and toned stomach, and what she could only imagine was below that…
She exhaled slowly as her hand wandered up to her chest, lightly caressing one of her breasts while her thumb lightly traced over her nipple. It was a testament to how she felt, she figured, as they'd perked up the moment she'd taken them out. The downside of not wrapping her boobs hadn't even crossed her mind at the time; the rough fabric of the shirt was constantly rubbing against them as it moved and slid. It might help to explain why they felt so fucking sensitive right now.
She moaned softly as her thumb gently played around her swollen nipple, her other hand moving faster as her damp fingers rubbed against her core. She was glad to have the privacy of her room, given how wildly her thoughts could wander during moments like this. At times she was tempted to climb the crow's nest and relieve herself under the clouds, and a couple of quiet exhilarating nights she'd actually succeeded. But it was much safer in here, with no chance of being caught. She was free to imagine whatever she desired.
And right now, as her hand slid between her swollen lips while her speed increased, all she wanted was one thing. Or rather, to know the identity of one thing.
She was approaching her wit's end at having to do this alone. She had a perfectly good boyfriend living on the ship with her, and she had an idea that he'd do whatever she was willing to ask of him. So if she asked him in here, where they couldn't be interrupted, and offered him a chance to see her, perhaps he'd be willing to agree to show her what she wanted. The idea of bringing Link in here and just surprising him with her naked body was enticing, and she giggled as her hand gently pinched her nipple. It would certainly move things forward between them. And the thought of just exposing herself to him, here in the privacy of her room, was getting her excited.
She moaned as her hand began rubbing aggressively against her clit, her fingers stroking across the button as she pressed deeper into the wet folds of her lips. Without thinking, she resumed caressing her chest, her nipples ticking against her fingers as she rubbed and pinched, her mind full of images of Link, kneeling over top of her, admiring her body, fondling her tits, pinching her nipples, flicking them, kissing them…
She exhaled sharply as she continued massaging, her pussy aching for the release she was desperate to attain. Link was standing here, in her thoughts. He was shirtless, like earlier, except now he was removing his pants, allowing her to finally see what she longed to see. His imaginary cock called to her, and she pictured him crawling up into bed with her, joining her near her legs, positioning himself near her entrance, moving closer, letting her feel the heat of him as they closed together, whispering her name in her ear…
"Oh, fuck!" she gasped loudly as she felt herself suddenly crashing with release. She groaned and ground her fingers into her pussy as she rocked her hips, grinding against herself as she rode out the most intense orgasm she'd had in months. Her head was spinning under the waves as they slowly receded in intensity. She released her muscles and sank into her bed, panting as she struggled to piece together a coherent thought.
That was insane. She placed a hand on her forehead, finding comfort in its coolness while trying to steady herself as she came off her high. Her imaginary Link left her feeling exhausted, so she could only wonder how she'd feel with the real thing. If she just asked him about it, she was sure he'd say yes. Or least say 'soon'. She couldn't prove it, but she was positive he was holding off until she made the first move. It wasn't the first time he'd done something like this, and she did appreciate the thought, but part of her was getting frustrated he wasn't even broaching the topic. Although neither was she…
Well, no more. She'd find an excuse to talk privately with him in the next few days and find a way to mention the possibility of moving forward, ideally without both of them getting too embarrassed. The idea sounded terrifying, and yet it felt exhilarating. But whatever it was, he'd be there too. She had a feeling it would work out.
She sighed, exhausted, realizing her eyes were already closed. No chance she was staying awake now; she needed a rest just to recover from that, never mind the back-breaking hours of work. She considered grabbing the blanket to cover herself, then decided against it. Not moving was easier. Besides, her door was locked. No one could catch her like this.
Her mind created Link lying beside her, also nude and holding her close as his breathing tickled her ear. Her last thought before slipping from the world was how happy the image made her feel.