"MAN OVERBOARD!"
The cry was heard throughout the ship, everyone looking up in concern. There was a racket as everyone ran to where the yell had come from. Arthur got there just as people were getting in the side boat to get the flailing body.
"No, it will take too long. Give me a line." Arthur said, taking off his hat. He couldn't tell who it was, but it was obvious they couldn't swim.
David looked at him, eyes wide. "Sir, you can't be serious!"
Annoyed with how slow everyone was, England grabbed a line himself. Holding it lightly in his hand, he stepped up onto the railing. "Bring the boat down to get us." And almost before his sentence was finished he had jumped off, holding the rope to slow his decent. Of course, the coarse rope tore his hands, feeling like they were on fire. He hardly even noticed as they started to bleed.
He reached the water with a splash, landing only a few yards from the fallen man. He quickly swam to him, and arrived there just as he slipped under the waves. A steady hand down and he caught him, bringing him to the surface. Once he did, he held the rope tighter so they wouldn't be left behind. The ship was still moving, after all.
"Ah, Edmund! What happened, did you take a straight walk and forget you were on a boat?" Arthur gave a laugh that was almost completely drown out by the sound of the waves crashing around them. The cold salt water made his hands sting more, but he was just glad they hadn't lost a man.
"S-sir?! Oh, I'm so sorry, sir! I-" He slurred, coughing up some water.
"It's fine. It'll be just a minute. They are bringing a boat." He looked to the ship and saw the small boat already in the water. "You'll be fine, lad, just hold on to me."
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Arthur sat in his chair in his cabin, Alfred bandaging his hands. "Why didn't you want the doctor to bandage them? Sir." He added as a second thought. Not that he no longer considered Arthur to be his Captain. After that display today, all doubts had been washed from his mind.
"He's busy with Edmund. He hit his head when he fell, and swallowed a lot of water." He said, leaning back and closing his eyes. The pain had faded to a dull throbbing, and was now more annoying than anything. The doctor had given them something to clean them with so they wouldn't get infected, so that along with the bandages should be fine.
Alfred smiled. The Captain of the French ship he had been on would have never done anything like that for his men. Kirkland must have a lot of loyal followers. Even when he jumped off the boat, there hadn't been a moments hesitation to lower the smaller one, not a thought in anyone's mind to just leave him there. He bent down and laid a small kiss on a raw part of skin just before putting gauze over it.
"Ow, that hurt, imbecile." He said, not really caring. It hadn't hurt, but he could say anything he wanted. After all, not only was he the Captain of the ship, but he was a country. The one all the men on this ship belonged to, in fact. Well, everyone besides the man currently on his knees. "Where are you from, anyway?"
"From what I hear, you don't demand that kind of knowledge from anyone in the crew." He said, and left it at that. He finished with the bandage and tied it off. "If something happens to the bandage, go to the doctor, not me." He stood up. "Anything else?"
"No." Arthur turned his chair back to his desk. He was wondering how he was going to do his work with bandaged hands when he turned back around. "Actually yes, there is something you can do." He smiled when the man turned around obediently. "You can start with undoing my pants. Since I can't."
A knowing smirk on his face, Alfred stepped forward and once again knelt in front of the Captain's chair. "As you wish, sir." Just as last time, he untied the strings, but didn't go any farther. "Anything else?"
"Yes. Take off your own pants." He relaxed back in his chair, using one finger that wasn't bandaged to take himself out of his pants. But that is all he did.
Alfred stood up, slowly undoing his pants as well. He smiled, his eyes half closed, and he moved his hips in a way so they would fall down slowly, revealing his skin inch by inch. When they were pooled on the ground, he stepped out of them easily and kicked them to the side. The way things seemed to be going, he wouldn't be needing them for a while. "Like this, sir?"
"And your shirt too. I want to see all of you."
Looking directly into Arthur's eyes, he lifted the hem of his shirt up, all his movements slow and sensual. He could tell the Captain stared at one of his scars on his stomach longer than the rest of his body, but he ate it all up hungrily. The shirt went over his head, so that the only thing he was wearing was the rough string necklace he never took off. "And now?"
Thinking for a second, Arthur looked in his drawers and pulled out a small bottle of body oil. He handed it to Alfred. "Use this, and prepare yourself for this." He said, pointing to his cock that was already starting to get hard.
"Yes Captain." He went on the ground on all fours, his ass facing Arthur so he would get the best view. He opened the bottle of oil, getting some on his fingers. He looked over his shoulder so he could see his Captain's face as he rubbed his puckered entrance before slipping one finger in. Deciding to give Arthur a show, he let his eyelids fall half over his eyes and let out a low moan as he pushed his finger farther in.
"Add another finger." Arthur said, his voice leaving no room for disobedience.
"Yes," He gasped as he put his second finger in, it not being as much as a show anymore, "Sir." He added when he caught his breath. He scissored his fingers apart a little, stretching himself farther. He lowered himself down to the floor so his cheek was resting on the ground, leaving his other hand free to tug on his hard shaft.
"Don't. Only touch the back." There was a hitch of lust in Arthur's voice now, but he still didn't touch himself.
Pouting slightly, Alfred used his other hand to pull apart his cheeks instead, so that Arthur could clearly see his fingers going in his hole. He added a third finger without being asked. He gave another moan, his fingers brushing a small cluster of nerves that let pleasure explode inside him. He thrust his fingers in and out quicker, trying to find that spot again.
"Alright, take them out. Come sit on me now." Arthur couldn't stand just watching any longer. He wanted friction, pressure, something.
He took his fingers out, whimpering slightly at the loss. He stood up and walked the few steps to where Arthur sat, his cock standing proudly. "Are we going to do it on the chair?"
"Yes. The bed is uncomfortable for these things." He held out his hand and put it on Alfred's hip as he climbed on the chair, facing him, with each knee beside his legs. "It is a big chair. There should be enough room." He sat forward so there would be space for his errand boy.
Moving his knees till his body was pressed against Arthur's, Alfred smiled. "What I would give to find out everything that has happened on this chair." He sat down, but not on Arthur's cock, only on his legs. "Well, I am sitting on you."
"You bloody know what I mean." Arthur thrust his hips slightly, grinding their pricks together. Alfred smiled, lifting himself up again. He took one hand and grabbed a hold of his Captain's cock, positioning it at his entrance. Slowly lowering himself on it, he threw his head back as the thick head went past his tight ring of muscle.
"Ah..." Alfred moved himself lower, being filled more and more. "Mn, Arthur." He sat down, all of England's large size inside him. He bent down slightly, putting his face inches from Arthur's. "Ca-can I kiss you?"
"Call me sir." He said before putting one bandaged hand behind Alfred's head, pulling him forward to crash their lips together in a fierce kiss. He ravished his mouth with his tongue. He sucked a slightly chapped lip into his mouth, biting it slightly. Then he pulled back, "Move, already."
Alfred tensed the muscles in his legs, moving up till Arthur's manhood was almost completely out, and then slammed back down, making his own cock twitch. He opened his mouth, taking in a quick breath. He continued the movements, making it hit his prostate. He let out a moan, his head falling back. "S-sir."
He leaned back, putting his hands on Arthur's legs behind him for support. His cock was bouncing up and down in front of him, but he wasn't told to touch it, and he could only do what the Captain told him to do.
Not even caring anymore about his bandages, Arthur grabbed his crewman's length, running the fabric up and down it. Alfred gave a louder moan than all the others at the different feeling on his cock.
"You dirty errand boy. You like something up your arse, don't you?"
"Ahn, yes, yes sir, I do." He said, using his hands so he could move more, his walls contracting around Arthur's cock. The feel of the gauze on his sensitive skin was exhilarating, and Arthur kept pumping it. "Hn, Captain, ah..." He hardly knew what he was saying anymore. Alfred was amazed the chair didn't break from the force of their movements.
Arthur leaned forward as far as he could, trying to get as much of the man impaling himself on his dick as possible. "Alfred, cum for me." He whispered, mouth just inches away from his ear. He did as was commanded, letting out a scream of ecstasy, and climaxed, covering the bandaged hand with white liquid.
Alfred kept moving his hips, until England filled him up with his seed. The deck swab collapsed forward onto Arthur, lightly holding onto his shoulders. The Englishman put an arm around his back, both of them breathing hard.
After a few minutes, Alfred got up, feeling the now-soft cock slip out of him. Some cum started dripping down his leg. Arthur took his handkerchief and handed it to him.
"Are you sure about that?" Alfred asked, laughing exhaustedly. "You do realize what it will be covered with, right?" He started gathering his clothes that had somehow found their way to corners of the room.
"I am certain that would be easier to clean off than blood." He said, still holding up the piece of cloth. Alfred shrugged and took the offering, wiping the line up. Arthur watched, almost getting turned on again. Then the blond haired boy started putting his clothes back on.
"Well, I should be getting back to work, if there is nothing else you need me for. But you might want to get the doctor to look at your right bandage, now that it has gotten wet." He smiled and left to the sight of his Captain doing up his pants.