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Helmeppo slumped over the table with a breathy groan, smashing his cheek against the worn cool wood of the dining table, exhausted from chores and Haki drills. Garp was a slave driver even after two years. He whined, pitifully looking up at Coby. “Co,” he started and froze, entranced as his superior stretched, his uniform rising up showing a thing strip of toned abs, sweat sliding down toward a thatch of coarse pink hair.
He felt his mouth dry up, faintly wondering how far down that trail of pink went and curled his hands into fist to restrain the urge to touch. What the hell brain, you know, you have taken showers and bath with him when they were chore boys. Stoppp. He closed his mouth, hard.
“You okay, Helmeppo?” Coby questioned, concerned as he leaned down to press his hand against Helmeppo’s brow. “You didn’t get sick, did you?”
“No, no I’m fine,” Helmeppo wheezed out, carefully grabbing Coby’s wrist and swallowed hard as he touched the warm slightly chapped skin. He couldn’t feel the knobs of Coby’s wrists any more. His fingers could no longer fully wrap around it like he could two years back.
“You sure? You are getting rather red,” Coby said doubtfully before tugging at him. “At the very least, let’s get in line and get some food and drink in you. After a hard day of training, you need to refuel and hydrate. Maybe you’ll feel better then.”
“Unhnn,” Helmeppo muttered, peeling himself off the table shakily. ““Yeah, that probably help.” He stood, looking down at Coby a the other cheerfully dragged him to the mess hall. Why, why was he suddenly having thoughts about this dweeb?
Not, not that Coby was really a dweeb anymore and that was what the old him thought and he was better then that. He really was trying. Helmeppo nodded along as Coby chattered not really listening to him as he followed him into the mess line.
But when had Coby gotten this tall? Like he knew Coby had gotten taller, it had been two years, and he had shot up in height and Coby was still shorter than him. But it somehow was more noticeable now? Like how he could reach out and rest his chin on Coby’s head, or how easy it would be to hold him but even though Coby was short he still had a commanding presence.
And his hair, it had always been noticeable. It was bright pink, but now it looked shiny and soft and smelled of Helmeppo’s favorite shampoo that he had bullied Coby into trying because his hair had been atrocious. He smelled good.
Get yourself together, he scolded, trying to pay attention to what meals were being offered and not how Coby shoulders actually were filling out his suit jacket or how the baby fat was gone and his face was no longer round and childish but leaner and he no longer had his glasses obstructing his face anymore. Were his eyes always that intense and shit, he was looking at him. Say something, what had he been saying?
“Ummmmn,” He started. Not that you idiot.
“You really aren’t feeling well,” Coby frowned, concerned. “Well, we can’t have that. We’ll eat in my office; it is more private there.”
“I, yes Captain,” He managed to force out, following Coby out of the mess and through the ship’s halls into the small private quarters that certainly weren’t going to make his inability not to stare and daydream about his Captain any better. Really brain, any time now, we can act normal. Like please.
Coby busy himself, cleaning off the desk and motioning Helmeppo to sit. “Sit, I know it not the most comfortable but it will do.” He smiled. “At the very least it is private, just you and me.”
“Yeah, just you and me…” Helmeppo said, wishing he could sink into the floor. He picked at his meal, uneasy.
“Perhaps a massage would help,” Coby suggested, setting his plate aside to look in the drawers of his desk. “Might perk up your appetite if you aren’t as sore. Off with the shirt.”
“What..I… yeah, maybe?” Helmeppo stuttered, slowly unbuttoning his uniform jacket, and shrugged out of his under shirt. He was flushed from his cheeks down his neck and shoulders, and felt a bit clammy. Coby. Coby wasn’t going to let this go unless he did something. He could stand a few touches. It wasn’t going to take that long, right. Just long enough that Coby didn’t think anything was wrong. This was a totally normal thing.
Just bro’s being bros, right.
He twitched slightly at the first touch. No, come on body, just relax. It was Coby, dweeby Coby. Everything was going to be fine. Perfectly okay. Helmeppo pressed his cheek against the desk, breathing slowly, muscles twitching as he attempted to focus on anything but the hands on his back, pressing against his muscles.
That felt rather good.
“That’s it. Just relax. Everyone needs a bit of help to unwind once and a while.” Coby said, digging into a tough knot right between Helmeppo’s shoulders. “Just let me take care of you.”
Helmeppo groaned as his back cracked and slumped boneless. Ooh, ooh that was between painful and pleasurable and perhaps he really, really needed this. At the very least he couldn’t think about Coby when he was to focus on the pain and relief the hands were working. He sighed, eyes shut, limp as his mind calmed.
“Am I interrupting something.”
Helmeppo shot straight up, smacking his head hard into Coby as he frantically flailed around to find his shirt and uniform at the sound of Vice Admiral Garp. “Nothing! Admiral, sir,” he attempted to salute and put his arm into his shirt and nearly tripped over his feet and over the desk. “Just leaving, don’t mind me. You didn’t see anything.”
He fumbled down to do his buttons, noticed that he had put on his jacket backwards and flushed harder. “Have a good day. BYE,” He shouted and booked it out the office, as he frantically tried to wrench the jacket back around.
“Sooo, you making progress on that front, Sonny?” Garp asked, lifting a brow in amusement at his trainee’s less then stellar exit.
Coby groaned, rubbing his nose and smearing massage oil on his face. “I was sure,” he said tightly, breathing out slowly to keep controlled. “Until someone interrupted.”
“Gonna have to take it slow with that one. He’s flighty, too many daddy issues to really know what he wants.”
“Thank you sure, I wouldn’t know what to do without your guidance,” Coby gritted out. “Now, could you please tell me why you are here, sir?”
“Just wanted to make sure you weren’t going to rush into something. And make sure you had some lube, now massage oil might work in a pinch, but that not going to replacing having proper lubricant, sonny.”
“Sir… please just stop,” Coby groaned.
“Does that mean you do not want it.”
“No, thank you sir,” Coby said, snatching the bottle and tucking it away into a pocket. “I’m sure it will be very useful but if that is all. Please get out of my office so I can die of embarrassment in peace.”
“Really lad, going to have to pull yourself together better then that.” Garp shook his head and reached down, sliding Coby bandana and googles over his face. “But I’ll leave you whipper snappers alone for now on. You know where to find me when you decide you need some help.”
“I do appreciate the help, and the thought, Sir. I just need to do this myself.” Coby declared. “How else can I prove myself. “
“Ahh kiddo, you don’t have to prove yourself to be loved. You’ll figure it out.” Garp slapped him hard on the back, making Coby windmill slightly from the strength of the blow. “I’ll leave you to figuring things out on your own.”
“Thank you,” Coby called, carefully pushing Garp out the door. “Bye!” He pressed his back against the door, slumping slightly and groaned. “Damn it. Get it together Coby.”
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Coby stretched out as he left the ships ramp onto the docks. He dodged people till he found the docks foreman, paying the fee to dock the ship and getting the layout of the city for another fee. They had arrived during the Festival of Lovers. Coby had actually planned for them to arrive at the island during the festival in order to ask Helmeppo out on their first date.
He had a plan. Coby had done his research and the island was friendly towards couples of any gender pairing and affordable. Coby had a few ideas of where to go for the best food and drinks, and a few ideas of where to get a room at an inn by hitting up his fellow marines for suggestions. He wanted this date to go well.
He wanted Helmeppo to be able to relax, and enjoy himself without the eyes of the crew on him. To many get him to take off his shirt and let Coby touch him again. To maybe kiss. Or do even more then kissing.
Coby made his way back to the ship, walking up the gang plank as he heard Helmeppo voice soar over the crowd calling the crew to attention. “At ease men!” He called. “Leave is going to be rotated by days of three so everyone has a chance for some down time. Squads 1 through 4 are dismissed to gather their effects to take their leave. Squads 5 and 6 you are on repair. Squad 7 and 8 are in charge of the ships day to day running. Azusa! You are in charge of the men. Switch places with Peters when he returns from leave. Helmeppo and I will be spending our leave in the city. I will send a message so our whereabouts are known.”
Coby looked over his crew. “Dismissed! To your duties!” He called out. He moved over to Helmeppo. “Care to go out for dinner? I have some information on some good steak place. My treat.”
“Yeah?” Helmeppo questioned, perking up slightly. “Sounds like a good time. I was surprise that you are leaving the ship to Azusa and Peters.”
“A test for them. They both want more responsibility and I think they are ready for it. Besides if they manage, that frees us both up to take some time together.” Coby glanced up at the sky. “Grab your stuff and meet me at the top deck in fifteen minutes?”
“Sure, you better have the funds though.” Helmeppo teased.
“Yeah, yeah, I got you covered.” Coby watched him go and breathed a sigh of relief. Plan one was a go. Okay, okay, time to get his gear, he had packed everything two nights back and doubled checked it last night to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything. Last thing he wanted to do was forget the lubricant if they got that far.
He gathered his stuff, doubled check to make sure he had his wad of berri and line of credit chip. Last thing Coby wanted to do was have to return to the ship because he forgot the cash. Nothing was going to go wrong today.
Coby hurried up on the dock, dodging his crew as they gathered up their gear for shore leave. He shouldered his bag, running over to Helmeppo. “You were faster than expected.”
“It’s not like I have much to bring.” Helmeppo drawled, amused. “You seem excited to be parted from your money.”
“How much do you think you can eat?” Coby questioned, leading Helmeppo in the crowd as they headed to the heart of the town.
“I am going to make up for lost meals.”
“Surely not as much as Vice Admiral Garp.”
“No, no one can eat as much as Vice Admiral Garp,” Helmeppo proclaimed, giving a small shudder at the amount of meat the man could put away. “He doesn’t savor it. Ugh, it’s wasted on that man.”
Coby lips pressed in attempt to smoother the laughter before letting it out. “Ooh, I could name a few that would make Garp seem like the saint of table manners.”
“Nope, we are not including pirates in this. Marines or nothing,” Helmeppo declared. “Name a Marine with worst… no, that too easy.” Helmeppo frowned. “Okay, name a Marine who can out eat Vice Admiral Garp.”
“Hmm, John Giant.”
“I would say that is cheating, but I did not say they had to be human.” Helmeppo admitted. “So, there is at least one, and he is four times Garp’s size.”
“It was a low bar to cross, but we crossed it,” Coby said, leading Helmeppo through the crowded streets and to a busy restaurant and gave his name to the hostess. He smiled at Helmeppo’s raised brow and motioned him ahead as she led them back to a seclude table on a balcony overlooking the city central.
“Well, this just seems to be planned.”
“Maybe a bit… if you are okay with this being a date?” Coby questioned, nervous as he took his seat and the offered menu from the unphased waitress.
“A…a date?” Helmeppo questioned, slowly taking his seat stiffly, nodding to the waitress as he attempted to sink into the chair.
“I’ll give you both a moment.”
“Thank you,” Coby called to the waitress and reached over to snag Helmeppo’s hand. “It doesn’t have to be… but they don’t care here about us being men, or marines. I thought it might be nice, to try it out? Together?” He trailed off, uncertain.
“I… just…” Helmeppo stuttered, flushing red but tightened his grip on Coby’s hand before he could pull away. He took a deep breath, eyes shutting long enough that Coby nearly climbed out of his seat in worry. “You could do worst for a crush. I will magnanimously accept your dinner date… and we will discuss this at a later date.”
“Thank you,” Coby proclaimed. “I promise you won’t regret this. I want everything to be perfect.” He beamed, leaning close
“I… don’t do that,” Helmeppo groaned, sinking in his seat, flushed up to the tip of his ears.
“What?”
“Be… so damn adorable. You just smile and then it hard to be mad at you,” Helmeppo grumbled.
Coby grinned brighter. “Thank you.” Helmeppo liked him, he knew Helmeppo liked him but he now really sure that it was also physical attractions. Probably, maybe, he just really wanted this to go well so he could kiss him.
“Would you care to start with some wine?” The waitress questioned, returning quietly before Helmeppo could work himself up. “We have a lovely house red, or perhaps some water?”
“The red please,” Helmeppo replied, tapping a finger nervously. “If you could leave the bottle.”
“And some water, please.” Coby added, glancing at Helmeppo a bit concern but he was a big boy. Surely, he wouldn’t get completely wasted.
“Wonderful, I’ll be back with your drinks in a moment,” she said chipperly, passing Helmeppo a menu and turned on her feet.
Helmeppo held the menu in front of his face, hiding in the pages.
Coby sighed and started to debate on what he wanted to order. Perhaps just something simple, he knew Helmeppo was likely to order some sort of steak, but they had a very good selection of soups and sandwiches. Possibly the broccoli cheese soup and grilled ham and cheddar with a side of sweet potato fries. Simple, and shareable if Helmeppo might want a taste.
Ooh, that could be so nice. What if he could feed him. What if Coby could brush his finger against Helmeppo’s soft lip, maybe even feel a brush of those white teeth against the tip as he hand fed him his fries. That… that would be nice. Sort of like a kiss.
Coby looked over, shoulders slumping as he noticed Helmeppo had sunk even more in his seat, nearly hiding. Coby want to kill Ax Hand Morgan. He glanced up hearing the waitresses’ heels and smiled brightly at her as she came out with a tray. She set down the glasses of water first, then the wine glasses. “Have you decided on your entreees?” She questioned, pouring for them.
“Could I get the broccoli cheese soup, with a grilled ham and cheddar and a side of sweet potato fries?” Coby asked, offering the menu as she smiled.
“Sure thing hun, and you?”
“The ribeye steak with the roasted potatoes and broccoli,” Helmeppo said, a bit more controlled as he shut the menu offering it back.
“How would you like your steak?”
“Medium,” he said, more sure of himself as he picked up his glass of wine.
“Pink in the middle?” She questioned.
“Yes, please.” He said and swirled the wine before taking a mouthful.
“Wonderful, I’ll get those right out for you and your complementary bread rolls. We also make a very mean cheesecake if you get a hankering for some dessert.”
“Thank you, I’ll let you know after our dinner,” Coby said cheerfully. Ooh what if they could share a slice of cheesecake, that would be romantic wouldn’t it? He turned to Helmeppo, about to ask and stopped pausing as the blonde began to pour himself more wine.
“So, do you think you would like a slice of cheesecake?” Coby asked, deciding that Helmeppo knew his limits. So, he needed a bit of liquid courage. “We could perhaps share it?”
Helmeppo swallowed, setting his glass down a bit harsh as he coughed. “What?” He squeaked out, eyes huge.
“Share a slice of cheesecake, Helms it not that big of deal. We have done this before in the mess,” Coby sighed, playing with his wine glass. “Would you rather leave?”
“It… I… No,” Helmeppo said finally. “I don’t want to leave; it just feels different.” He rubbed over his wrist. “It isn’t like I can just turn it off, Coby. I’ll calm down eventually.” He pulled his wine glass back towards him.
“I didn’t…. yeah, I, just get it to go then,” Coby said. He was going to get the cheesecake, the fridge in the hotel room he had rented would keep it cold. Perhaps it could be breakfast.
This wasn’t going anywhere how Coby had envisioned it. The food was delicious but Coby wasn’t enjoying it and Helmeppo was getting progressively tipsier. This date was a complete and utter failure. He sighed, rubbing his brow, motioning to the waitress, talking to her to get the meal to go and a slice of cheesecake.
“Something wrong with your food?” Helmeppo questioned, flushed with wine and waved his steak knife around, nearly stabbing the table with the end and blinked at it before turning back to his empty plate.
“Getting it to go, Helms. Think we should start heading towards the inn while you are still on your own feet,” Coby said, lips pursing slightly.
“I am not drunk… I am very pleasantly buzzed, buzzed I say,” Helmeppo replied, fiddling with his silverware. “Wait? There is an inn?”
“You are more then buzzed,” Coby replied, giving a slight laugh and nodded. “I got a room rented already.” He paid for the bill and tipped the waitress well before standing up. “Come on, I think you need to sleep your buzz off.”
“I can walk back to the shiiip,” Helmeppo wobbled slightly using the table for leverage and blinked. “Oooh.”
“Yeah, you are drunk,” Coby said taking his package and looped an arm around Helmeppo’s waist, leading him out of the restaurant and to the cozy little inn. “It’s a bed and breakfast, they are supposed to have fantastic French toast,” he chatted as he steered, holding tight to Helmeppo’s belt loop to keep him upright.
“Mmhm, your hair is so silky now,” Helmeppo muttered, gently pulling away the bandana so he could sink his fingers in the pink strands.
Coby breathed slow, trying to keep from swallowing his tongue as Helmeppo started to just pet him. “Unhun, I been using the shampoo and conditioner you suggested,” he managed to get out. “Helms, come on, work with me here. The inn is just a little bit aways.” He took a step, gently tugging Helmeppo along and into the cozy little bed and breakfast.
It was a white washed building with bright red trimming and neatly trimmed hedges and power beds. It was very cute. Coby understood was Tashigi recommended it. He stepped inside, depositing Helmeppo into a chair and went to the counter to check in and get the key to the room.
He turned back getting an eyeful of Helmeppo chest as he unbuttoned his uniform jacket, fanning himself lazily. Coby flushed, hearing the woman giggle behind him. “Okay, enough of that,” he said, reaching over to capture Helmeppo’s hands before he could shrug out of the jacket. “Come on now.” He said, tugging him towards the stairs. “You can take that off when we get in our room.”
“But I’m hot,” Helmeppo complained as they went up the steps.
“Just a little be longer,” Coby said, voice strained as he tugged the taller men up the steps to their door. He let go long enough to get the key in the lock and push it open. “Okay, inside the room, Helms.”
Coby breath a sigh of relief, following him inside. He fumbled to turn on the switch and flushed, seeing Helmeppo’s muscular naked back as he tugged of his under shirt and started to fumble at his pants. “Coby… I can’t get my pants unbutton.”
“Helms just, just go and sit on the bed.” Coby pointed at the bed, swinging his pack down and hurried picking up the jacket and the shirt, draping them over the back of one of the chairs. “What has gotten into you.” Outside of an entire bottle of red wine.
“Hot… and I want to shut up my father.” Helmeppo declared, sprawling out on the bed, holding a finger up in the air. “Cobbbyyyy my boots are still on and they are heavy,” he whined.
“I got them, I got them,” Coby soothed, sitting down on the bed and pulled one boot up, unraveling the knot with practice and loosening the laces. “Just give me a few minutes.” He tugged off one and then worked on the other, setting them down on the hard wood.
“Better?” He questioned, looking at Helmeppo with concern. “What was that about your dad?” He asked, peering down at the blonde. “He isn’t here. He hasn’t been around for two years, Helms.” Coby frowned. “You still need help with your pants?”
“Yesss,” Helmeppo stressed, flapping a hand around. “Not, not physically Coby. Mentally, he’s just all up in here. Telling me I’m a disappointment. That I shouldn’t like you… or be excited you wanted to take me on a date… You could have anyone Coby, anyone.” He proclaimed and whimpered slightly, eyes closing tightly as he brought his hand to his mouth.
“Easy, easy.” Coby carefully bundled Helmepoo’s hair into a pony tail, tying it back. “Do you want to go to the bathroom?” He asked, getting a weak nod, and slowly helped Helmeppo stand and make his way to the bathroom so he could hunker down by the toilet.
“Just let it all up,” Coby said, gently rubbing Helmeppo’s back. “You’ll feel better once you get rid of it.” He stood for a moment to run cold water over a wash cloth, wringed it out and folded it to set over Helmeppo’s straining neck. “Not like this is the first time.”
“Don’t… don’t make me laugh,” Helmeppo wheezed and burped, giving a groan as he rested against the cool lid. “Fuck. I’m a mess,” he moaned and shifted with a fury of activity, tossing the lid up as he retched into the bowl.
“It okay, Helms,” Coby gently pat him, waiting till he was finished before flushing it and helping him to the sink. “Do you want a shower or a bath?” He asked, letting Helmeppo fumble with the faucet as he looked at the facilities.
“Bath,” he said tiredly, rinsing out his mouth as he rested heavily against the counter of the sink.
“Alright, just relax.” Coby turned on the water, testing it till it was lukewarm and raided the shelves for towels and a container of bath salts. He hummed, dumping two scoops in and then added a third. It smelled of lavender and something sweeter floral he couldn’t name. He wrangled himself out of his own boots, stripping out of his clothes till he was in his boxers.
Helmeppo forehead was resting against the mirror, dozing slightly as Coby approached him. “Come on, lets get you in the bath.” Coby gently took his arm, leading him to the bath and had him hold up as he helped Helmeppo out of his pants and boxers and into the bath. “There we go,” Coby muttered and swung himself in, making sure to settle behind the blonde to make sure he didn’t drown.
“I ruin everything,” Helmeppo muttered.
“I shouldn’t have sprung a date on you,” Coby replied, slowly washing Helmeppo’s hair. “Your dad is a complete dick and you shouldn’t listen to him.”
“Mmhm.”
“I mean it Helms. This isn’t ruined, and I still want to go on a date. A proper date, maybe tomorrow or the day after when you aren’t drunk and having a possible anxiety attack at me being a dick and springing stuff on you in public.”
“Wasn’t having an anxiety attack,” Helmeppo grumbled, opening a blurry eye. “Just… a mess.”
“Well, you’re my mess.” Coby declared, giving him a chaste kiss in his hair. “Feeling any better?”
“Quite a bit,” Helmeppo admitted, giving a tired noise. “I was going to try and seduce you in the room. Just go for it. But that was probably a bad idea with all the wine.”
“Yeah, lets wait on that for when you are sober,” Coby said, licking his lips and sighed. Behave Coby, Behave. “Are you ready to get out and get ready for bed?”
“Yeah… want to brush my teeth though.”
“Go do that,” Coby muttered, watching Helmeppo carefully as he stood and stepped out of the bath, covering himself too soon in fluffy towels and stumbled to the other room to get his stuff. Coby rubbed his eyes, breathing slowly. Fuck.
He shifted, relaxing his thighs and slowly reached down in the water to stroke over his erection. The idea of Helmeppo planning to kiss him, attempt to seduce him just was soo hot. Coby squirmed, being quick about it, giving little shuddering breaths as he managed an unsatisfying climax. Ugh, at least it worked. He pulled the plug, getting out of the cooling bath and into the overlarge towels.
Coby could faintly hear Helmeppo going about his usual routine if a bit clumsily. “Hey, Helms? Drink some water before you sleep,” he called, toweling his hair dry enough. He gathered his clothes, heading towards the bedroom to lay them out as Helmeppo garbled something in reply. Coby tidy up the space, before digging out his own personal hygiene kit
He hummed, going through the motions of his nightly routine before joining Helmeppo in the bed, snuggling against him.
“Coby?” Helmeppo questioned sleepily.
“Go to sleep Helms,” Coby muttered, falling easily asleep.
~ ~ ~
Helmeppo woke fuzzily, wincing at the light and shielded his eyes giving a groan. What had hit… ooh, ooh no. He covered his face, the night before slowly coming back. He hadn’t met to get that drunk. He had just wanted enough to get up the courage to kiss Coby after the date despite the insistent little voice in his head telling him that he was going to ruin Coby’s career that sounded a lot like his father.
He licked his dry lips, wincing. Fuck, that, that had been too much wine. His head was aching and his stomach was touchy, rolling slightly. What had happened though after the restaurant…he remembered something about Coby’s hair, was rather sure he threw up, and then there was a bath and Coby had been in the bath with him. Like he was a toddler who couldn’t be trusted on their own.
“Morning Helms, do you feel up to breakfast?”
“Nooooo, let me die,” Helmeppo groaned, wincing at the soft voice. His stomach flipped at the thought of food and he just wanted to lie there and disappear.
“Black Coffee?” Coby suggested gently. “Going to leave you some water and some pain pills. You are going to take them before I get back.”
“Mmhm.” Helmeppo opened an eye, getting a view of Coby’s back before the door closed again. He lazed there for awhile longer, gathering up the will to move before reaching over to take the pills and chugged the glass of water. He flopped on his stomach, face planting into the pillow with a groan.
Stupid, stupid, stupid. He had to make it up to him. At the very least he could kiss him? That would work right? How did sex work between two men? It wasn’t like he had needed to know. Helmeppo tangled a hand in his hair, trying to ignore the vicious little voice telling him he was a disappointment. Fucking dad. He pushed himself out of the bed, wandering into the bathroom to take a shower. Got to wake up.
Helmeppo left the bathroom feeling a bit more human. Enough to get dressed without wincing every time he bent down. He finished buttoning up his pants as Coby walked in with a plate of French toast and a strong black coffee.
“Give me,” Helmeppo said, holding his hands out eagerly for the cup. He moaned, eyes closing in bliss as he took a moment to just inhale the wonderful aroma before sipping it the coffee. “Thanks,” he said, slowly savoring the coffee as he sat down on the bed.
“Got you some French toast for later.” Coby set the plate down on the tray. “I’m going to give the crew on the ship a call. Take your time.”
Helmeppo finished his coffee and debated on the dry French toast before taking a slice, slowly snacking on it. Ooh that was good. He finished nearly the entire stack while Coby walked back in, tucking the mini snail back into the case. “Thank you.”
“No problem,” Coby said, beaming up at him. “You look better.”
“I… feel a bit better.” Helmeppo admitted, looking at Coby. He licked his lips and leaned in close, fingers trembling as he went in for a kiss. “I want…”
Coby captured his hand, shaking his head. “Helms, no.”
“You don’t?”
“Not that. I want to. I want too a lot, but I’m not going to let you force yourself to make a move. You aren’t comfortable. I want this to be wanted not because you feel like you need to make up for something. You trust me, don’t you?”
“Of course,” Helmeppo said, confused but genuine. He frowned slightly, looking at Coby’s earnest bright face. “I’m not a child, Coby.”
“I’m not treating you like one,” Coby said simply. “I’m asking you to trust me. I’m asking you to let me take you dates and enjoy yourself. I want you; I’m going to want you even if it takes a few days till we are back at our usual banter.”
“What if I want you now?” Helmeppo asked, shifting to fall into the bed and take Coby with him. He twisted sliding the smaller man on top of him, shifting so Coby was in reach of his mouth. He needed to prove himself.
“I said no,” Coby snapped.
Helmeppo whimpered in surprise, eyes going dark and dilated as Coby pinned him into the bed. He shifted his wrist and shuddered as Coby pressed down more, keeping him beneath him and fuck. This… this was rather hot. Why the fuck was this hot.
“Helms? You, okay?” Coby questioned above him.
“I… this is just weirdly hot?” He said faintly, squirming slightly and gave a breath little oooh noise as Coby weight pushed down, flattening him completely into the mattress. Fuck. It was just so quiet in his head, just the warm weight of Coby above him and the softness of the bed surrounding him.
“Going to trust me?” Coby asked. “Helms?”
“Mmhm?” Helmeppo blinked, focusing on Coby. “Sorry.”
“Trust me?” Coby asked.
Helmeppo swallowed down saliva as Coby let him go, shifting his weight up. “Yeah.” He trusted Coby.
“Good.” Coby sat up, looking down at him. “Finish getting dress. I think I know somewhere quiet you might like to explore for a bit.”
“K.” Helmeppo said, still wheeling slightly at the sudden forcefulness of Coby. Could he always do that? Would he do that more? He absent-mindedly picked up his coat, fingers expertly tying up his hair from his nape. Could he make him do that? Helmeppo eyes went half lidded at the thought. That… that could be fun?
He blinked, surprised as Coby tangled their fingers together. “Ooh, did you say something?”
“No, you ready?”
“Yeah, some where quiet?” Helmeppo questioned, letting Coby lead them out the room and idly swung their hands as he waited for him to lock the door.
“Yeah. I asked the proprietress for some ideas when I was getting breakfast. She suggested a few places, one which I think you are going to really like.”
“Okay.” Helmeppo muttered.
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Coby watched Helmeppo lean forward, the way the muscles in his arm flexed as he tossed the metal rings at the milk bottles in the fair game, face flushed slightly from the heat of the crowd and the beer they split earlier. He looked good, finally relaxed and fully comfortable and being a bit of a teasing brat. Coby had a faint idea of what might had happened that morning after when he had completely pinned Helmeppo down but he really, really needed to talk to Garp before he did anything else.
Helmeppo wasn’t helping, pushing in ways that made Coby want to snap and push him down and spank him like the brat he was acting. He wasn’t going to. Not yet. He needed to research first to make sure he didn’t hurt Helms. And he really could hurt him. Helmeppo had been drifty… during and a while after. It would have been too easy to take it too far and that had just been from pinning him down.
Coby really hadn’t expected things to turn kinky, he had expected to kiss him, some passionate making out easing to exploring each other, and mutual hand jobs maybe easing into oral. Now he really wanted to just make Helmeppo take everything he offered till he was a shivery moaning mess to snuggle and care for.
Coby sighed, licking his lips, watching Helmeppo laugh sheepish, looking back at him. He really wanted to kiss him. He just was going to have to be gentle and controlled. Helmeppo walked over, relaxed as he rejoined him. “Did you want to play anything else?” Coby asked, looking up at him.
“Nah, think I spent enough of my berri,” Helmeppo admitted, rocking on his feet. “What is next on your itinerary?”
“Thinking going back to our room,” Coby replied and motioned Helmeppo to bend down. He reached up, tucking back a loose strand of hair behind Helmeppo’s ear and stood up on his tip toes to press a firm soft kiss against his mouth. “Told you to trust me. Do you?” He questioned against the other’s lips, looking into the dazed eyes.
“Ye..yeah, please.” Helmeppo said, surprised as he touched his mouth, eyes wide and dark. He licked his lips. “I, yes.”
Coby smiled, lacing their fingers together and gently tugged Helmeppo into motion, leading him through the crowds and back to their room at the inn. He kicked off his shoes, eager as he pushed Helmeppo to the bed, driving him down on the mattress to see his eyes become dark, soft, and wide. “I love you,” Coby muttered, straddling Helmeppo’s thighs and kissed him again. He groaned, gently leading Helmeppo in the kiss, fingers tangling in his soft smooth hair.
He pulled back, breathing a bit hard and checked on Helmeppo. Coby groaned softly at the flushed face, and looked down grinning at the bulged in Helmeppo’s pants. He reached down, carefully cupping it. “Can I?”
“Ooh fuck yes,” Helmeppo exclaimed, pushing into the hand and eagerly seeking another kiss.
Coby kissed backed, hands busy unbuttoning Helmeppo’s pants till he could get them into the tight fabric. He pressed a bit of tongue, giving a pleased noise as Helmeppo eagerly opened his mouth and tasted him. Coby worked his fingers down his partner’s boxers, gripping the hot pulsing length in his hand and groaned. Fuck, that was so hot and he needed to get Helmeppo out of these pants like three minutes ago. “Get out of your pants,” he breath, scooting back on the bed to give Helmeppo room to squirm out of his damn tight pants.
He grinned watching him stumbled slightly, pants down over his knees and trapped because of his boots and the view. Ooh. Coby closed his eyes, letting out a slow breath to keep from ravishing the blonde. Come on, just a bit longer. He chuckled slightly, hearing a crash as Helmeppo got impatient, cursing as he flung away his boots and pants.
Coby shifted as Helmeppo flopped back on the mattress, it dipping under his weight and looked at the feast before him. Helms’ was so pretty, blushing up to his ears and painting a bit of his neck and Coby just wanted to bite the hollow of his throat where it was soft and pink. His shirt was mused, pulled up showing off the proud eager dick in a thatch of neat blonde hair. “You are so pretty,” Coby muttered, straddling Helm’s chest, grinding his still clothed dick against the blonde’s chest as he bent down to get a closer look at his prize.
“You are wearing too many clothes,” Helmeppo grumbled, tugging on his pants.
“No, this is about you right now,” Coby scolded and fished out the lube out of his pockets, squirting a good amount in his palms before grabbing the hot taunt flesh. He shivered, hearing Helmeppo’s hiss of pleasure and slowly stroked over it, tracing the heavy vein on the bottom, rubbing over the head of the glands. “You are so very pretty,” he said again, closing his fingers around the staff and started to jerk, playing around till he got a motion that made Helmeppo moan sweetly behind him.
Coby kept licked his lips, stroking till the flesh jumped and pulsed in his hand, and Helmeppo’s voice became urgent and needy. “So good for me,” he muttered, eyes dark as he moved his wrist, once, twice, and made Helmeppo cry out in climax. He dipped his fingers in his spend, lifting it up curious and tasted it. “Ugh. It’s salty.”
Coby wrinkled his nose, ignoring Helmeppo’s sudden wheezing laughter behind him. “Why, did you do that?” Helmeppo wheezed.
“I thought it would taste better!” Coby said, sliding off Helmeppo’s chest to look at him, pouting slightly. “Though I don’t know what I thought it would taste like,” he admitted, fumbling to tug open his own pants and free his confine cock.
“Ooh,” Helmeppo muttered, eyes focusing down on Coby’s cock.
“Not like you haven’t seen it before,” Coby muttered, gripping his own erection as he pumped, looking at Helmeppo’s tits, nipples pink and pebbles and the soft hollow of his throat, and those kiss swollen lips. He wanted to bite him. “Can I bite you?” He asked, quickly.
“Yess,” Helmeppo said, pausing for a second before nodding, moving his hair away to bare more of his neck and Coby groaned, leaning forward eagerly to nip the milky skin as he rocked against the warm bare fresh. He kissed and nibbled, sucking a dark hickie over Helmeppo’s pulse point till he crested, climaxing all over the milky white skin and groaned.
“Fuck,” Coby muttered and laughed softly. “I um… did you?”
“Fuck,” Helmeppo agreed reaching out to grasp Coby’s hand, beaming brightly. “I… we could do it again?”
“Of course! Just… not now.” Coby flushed slightly. “I don’t know if we are going to have enough time to wash and pack before we have to check out.”
“Pffhs, in the shower?” Helmeppo questioned, glancing towards it.
“Maybe…just enough time to make out some more?” Coby muttered, considering it. He grinned and kissed Helmeppo again. “Or we can just make out some more here?”
“Matters if you are going to finally get rid of your pants…I think we ruined them,” Helmeppo muttered, reaching out to tug on the fabric.
“What.. ooh fuck. And these were my good pair,” Coby moaned, flushing as he scrambled off the bed, to Helmeppo’s laughter.