Authors note: Hello! I know it has been a while. I admit I forgot to update here on Fanfic for a long time, as I have been updating this on Archive. XD I am about 5 chapters behind on here, so I will try to get these up. I know this fic has gotten very smutty so there is a chance it will get taken down, you can find it on Archive of our own under my username there of spiritfox1994.
Enjoy!
If it wasn't for the sound of the whistling wind outside, Jim would never have known it was cold. A long, thick arm was wrapped tightly around his middle, holding him firmly against a velvety chest, covered in thick, dark, curls of hair. His whole body felt hot, yet he still shivered as Silver's lips pressed against his, with an almost bruising force. Jim tilted his head and pressed back against him, his blue eyes fluttering shut as his own arms wrapped up around John's neck, pressing even closer.
The kiss lasted a long while, with Silver holding Jim tightly as they both pressed back against each other, tilting their heads from one side to the other, taking in deep breaths through their noses. When it finally broke, Jim's chest was heaving, and his eyes blinked open to see Silver looking down at him, the false eye gleaming a bright golden color. John's hand slid off of Jim's waist and to his chin, holding it gently with his thumb and index finger.
"Open yer mouth, lad." His voice was deeper than usual, almost a quiet growl from deep in his chest. Jim obeyed without hesitation, parting his lips slightly as Silver leaned back in, this time sliding his hot tongue into Jim's mouth. A small moan coming from Jim's throat surprised them both as the kiss intensified, Silver's hand now firmly on the back of his head, holding him still as he explored. Jim shuddered, sitting up more on his knees as he was held at an awkward position for the kiss, his nails starting to press into Silver's shoulder slightly. Jim was starting to feel a little dizzy as the Ursid's tongue slid to the back of his mouth briefly before he pulled away again, teeth latching on to his bottom lip for a second before letting go. Jim panted, face flushed for a moment as he heard Silver chuckle.
"That's a sweet face yer makin there, Jim." He grunted, running a thumb over Jim's lips. Jim bit his lip and looked away, shifting slightly at the tightness of his trousers. Silver's hand slid down Jim's chest, his fingers spreading out to cover almost the entire width of that thin torso, before sliding around and gently grabbing onto Jim's buttocks, pulling the lad's hips up against his large belly, smirking at the startled expression on Jim's face. He hummed and tilted his head, watching Jim's expression as he dipped two fingers into the waistband of Jim's trousers, and carefully pressing one against his tight entrance.
"Ye want me t' stop Jim?" He asked, noting the subtle widening of Jim's eyes at the intimate touch. As eager as he was to go on, John wasn't about to force this young man to go any farther than he felt comfortable. If Jimbo just wants to sit here and make out like a couple of teenagers, we will. He thought to himself as Jim's hands slid down his own chest, curling into his chest hair. Eventually Jim smiled, almost looking meek, and shook his head, motioning Silver to continue.
"Yer a good lad…" He chuckled, leaning down to gently kiss that thin neck and gently rubbing his finger against that entrance. After a moment, Silver lifted his hand back to his own mouth, wetting his fingers on his tongue, before returning to massage at Jim's backside, all while trailing gentle kisses along his neck and shoulder.
Jim was tense, the sensation of someone touching him there being foreign. Despite being eight-teen, and all of his boasting he did back in school, he had never been touched like that before, and it was both exhilarating, and terrifying. When the tip of a finger gently prodded inside of him, he let out a soft moan, his brows flinching slightly at the strange, but pleasurable feeling, not even aware that his hips rocked at the motion.
Silver slid his finger in and out of the young man, as slowly and gently as possible, aware of the lack of proper lubrication. Slowly, while still humming soft kisses into the crook of his boy's shoulder, he noted Jim's body beginning to relax and adjust to the penetration, so much faster than he had expected. He smiled and tilted his head to the side, kissing Jim's cheek gently.
"Take yer trousers all the way off, Jim." He whispered in his ear, nibbling gently on the lobe. "Let me see ye."
Jim was shaking at his point, his naturally tanned skin flushed pink all over as he nodded, awkwardly trying to work around that hand that continued to massage him. His belt was already loose, so he just worked to push the over-large pants down past his knees, carefully kicking off his boots as well as eventually the cloth was tossed to the side.
Silver leaned back, his eyes scanning over the now bared body of his cabin boy. Jim was feeling self conscious again, hoping he didn't look too scrawny, or too much like a kid, and put Silver off. But the heat in that one green eye never faded, in fact it grew to an almost intimidating level. Silver smiled and jerked his hand harshly, causing his finger to slam deep into Jim. Jim cried out, pressing his hands against Silver's chest at the motion, his previously hazey eyes flashing open.
"Did that hurt, Lad?" He asked, no longer moving as he waited, carefully for Jim's response. Jim swallowed and shuddered, shaking his head. His long, thin legs shook from the strain now, his own proportional cock hard between the two of them, small beads of a milky liquid starting to collect at the tip. John smiled and repeated the motion, slamming his fingers inside again, eliciting another cry, and a moan. As he continued the motion, over and over again now, watching Jim bounce on top of him, those large blue eyes going hazy again from pleasure, he leaned forward, gently biting down on Jim's shoulder, silently wishing he had use of his other arm, so he could touch him more.
"Silver…" Jim gasped out as the hand twisted, hitting a new spot that caused his hips to buck, grinding his manhood against Silver's stomach. Tears were starting to build in his eyes as sweat poured down his back, his hair sticking to his face.
"Yer such a good lad, Jim." The Captain muttered, soothing the spot he bit with gentle kisses. "Keep breathin, and move yer hips. Show me ye want this."
The whimper that rose from Jims throat sent a shiver down Silver's spine, causing his own member to twitch in his trousers. He couldn't help but smile with satisfaction as Jim started working his thighs, rocking back against that hand now, riding the pleasure while still clinging to John for support. He licked his lips, looking over Jim's shoulder to watch his finger slide in and out of Jim, the gleam of the sweat on Jim's body being nearly hypnotic. Silver was finding it hard to fight the urge to bury his own member deep inside Jim, the sound of the soft whimpers and moans in his ear being enough to elicit a small growl from his own throat.
He started getting rough, the finger inside Jim was now being pressed in deep and hard, twisting and bending to find that magical spot. Meanwhile the rest of his hand was clenching Jim fiercely, his short claws leaving light, red scratch marks along his buttock. When all at once Jim let out a sound, almost like a shocked squeak, his hips jerking back violently against his hand, Silver grinned.
"There it is…" He chuckled, hitting that spot again, causing another sharp buck."Wrap yer arms around me neck, and hold on." He hummed, starting to shift. Jim clung to Silver as the Ursid carefully shifted to lay Jim back on the cool stone floor. Silver knelt over him, careful of his balance as he shifted his hand to between Jim's legs, quickly finding that good spot again, and pressing against it, hard. Silver worked steadily, his eyes roaming over Jim's face as the slim body writhed underneath him. Jim's eyes were clouded with lust, brimming with tears. His face was a flushed red and slick with sweat, his lips slightly parted as his moans and whimpers became louder in the small cave. The force with which silver was using his fingers was enough to cause Jim's whole body to move, and eliciting the occasional cry of pleasure.
After one such cry that echoed beautifully in the dark cavern, Jim pressed his hand to his mouth, as if to stifle the sounds, his feet pressing hard into the stone flore as his hips rocked in tandem with Silver's hand. Silver chuckled and nibbled gently on Jim's neck, muttering softly.
"Don't hold it back Jim. Let me hear ye." He chuckled, biting down a little harder for emphasis, sucking on that one spot of skin until it darkened. Jim's hand fell away from his mouth, crying out loudly as both his hands slid up into Silver's hair, grabbing fistfulls as his back arched up against the Ursid.
"John...I…" Jim tried to speak, but didn't need to. Silver could tell he was close, and the desperate sound in Jim's voice, and the use of his first name, just made him want to see it more. His motions became relentless, pounding in hard, never failing to hit that good spot. Jim lost control in the most beautiful way imaginable. His eyes closed and his back arched, his nails dug into Silver's skin wherever they could reach, his voice crying out with each, harsh, slam.
"It's okay Jim." He purred, sitting up to watch this beautiful show, his eyes roaming over the flushed, hot body. "Whenever you're ready you can release."
It didn't take long. Jim was hardly aware of his surroundings by the time he felt his release hit him. He had only been aware of Silver, of his lips and voice, and good heavens his hand. It hit him like a train, the explosion of pleasure deep in his gut, that shocked through his legs and up his spine. His whole body shuddered, his eyes clenched tight as he let out a deep groan that sounded almost forein in his ears, before the sensation of something hot and wet falling onto his stomach came into consciousness. Eventually the rush, the heat, all of it started to slow down again. His breathing was hard, his chest heaving as he carefully opened his eyes, looking up at Silver, who was kneeling over him, smiling. A part of him was embarrassed, seeing Silver looking at him like that, but after what Silver had just done for him, he was able to ignore it.
When Silver slowly pulled his hand away, Jim let out a small whimper, not really wanting it gone. Silver chuckled and layed down next to him, pulling him close against his large chest and brushing Jim's hair away from his face.
"How ye feeling, Jimbo?" He asked, his voice soft and gentle. Jim hummed, leaning into the touch of the hand with a small smile.
"I'm okay." He said, his voice raspy and throat a little sore. "That was…"
"I wasn't too rough with ye was I?"
"No...no it was...amazing." Jim laughed, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against John's chest, snuggling up against his large, warm belly. Silver chuckled and sighed, rubbing his hand up and down Jim's back before grabbing the tattered sail and pulling it over the two of them.
"Well, I'm glad it wasn't disappointin, being yer first time an' all." He chuckled, kissing the Lad on top of the head. Jim chuckled and sighed, wrapping his arms around Silver's torso as best he could. He felt exhausted, his whole body felt a little numb, and the cold was finally starting to come back to him. Silver hummed, watching and listening as Jims breathing started to slow, and deepen. Once Jim was fast asleep John closed his own eyes, and relaxed with him through the duration of the storm.