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It's the first shore leave since Mark and Annie joined Hornigold's crew: their prize for a successful six weeks of raids, all of them let loose on the Republic with pockets stuffed with gold.
The night closed in hours ago, and the four of them are in an inn somewhere in the narrow, dark streets by the docks, a low-ceilinged place none of them has been kicked out of yet. They've got a room for the night, and the downstairs bar's got cheap drinks, so they're down there, drinking the night away.
Ed's watching Jack.
Jack's got Annie hanging off him. They're both flirting with the bartender, a dark-skinned woman who reminds Ed of the stone statue of a goddess they'd recently tried to liberate from some fancy fuck's ship.
(When they'd attempted to drag it across the deck, it had crashed through some rotten boards, punched a hole in the side of the hull, and sunk to the bottom of the sea.)
Ed's in a booth, Mark beside him, and he's drunk enough to be horny, but not so drunk that he doesn't care about the Dynamic.
(Ed's careful with alcohol. He'd rather die young than wind up like his dad, radiating the pickled smell that still turns Ed's stomach when he catches a whiff off another old man. But tonight's shore leave, and Jack and Annie and Mark are already fucked up, so Ed's on his way.)
Ed and Jack have been a thing for a couple of months now. A thing where they fuck. Furtively and quickly and one time Jack said something that kind of sounded like Ed's name when he came and called Ed gay for remembering it the next morning.
Then Mark and Annie joined the crew three weeks ago in St Croix and, well. The thing has gotten much more complicated. The thing has evolved into the Dynamic.
Because - Annie and Mark are so very clearly a package deal, but Annie's also got incredible tits that she shows off with every outfit, and is very much the only woman on a pirate ship and, so, of course, Jack's been making comments. And Ed's been hearing Jack make comments. And Annie's been making the comments back, and Ed's been hearing those too.
And now it looks like the comments are leading to something else.
"Wanna know a secret?" Ed asks Mark, watching Jack's hand on Annie's tit, watching the way Mark's watching the waitress, wondering if this is what jealousy feels like, wondering if he should even bother - Jack's Jack, after all, and Ed can no more tame him than tame a hurricane, but he feels like he sort of maybe should try?
(And Jack would laugh so fucking hard if he could hear Ed's thoughts, which Ed also knows, but. That's why they're secret. That's why he's not gonna tell fucking Jack.)
Mark leans against Ed, head canted to the side. He raises his eyebrows. "Yeah, tell me."
"I think you're in love with Annie."
Mark looks away, grinning, says, "Fuck you", before he looks back, does a slow visual swoop from Ed's eyes down to his mouth and, not encountering resistance, leans in and kisses him. It's wet, and sloppy, and prolonged. It's not the first time they've ever kissed, but it's the first time there's ever been intent.
Mark reels back from Ed and takes a long pull of rum. Then Ed takes the bottle and does the same and it hits the way it always does in these kinds of situations: makes him so horny he's practically squirming in his seat. He puts a hand on Mark's thigh, grips it, leans close to his ear, whispers, "I think I might be falling in love with Jack."
Testing it out.
It doesn't feel bad, but it doesn't feel that good either. Probably because of the way Jack's got his hand on Annie's tit.
"Do you?" Mark asks. Hand on Ed's on his own thigh, squeezing.
"Sure," Ed says, losing the thread. He was thinking about jealousy? He sees Jack lift Annie up by the waist, deposit her partway on the counter, where she leans over, tits spilling out of her top, the darker skin of her areolas visible above the lacy corsetry, and kisses the bartender with a lot of visible tongue while Jack holds her up, his front shoved into her backside.
Ed bets Jack is hard as a rail. He bets Annie can feel the shape of him in her ass crack. He knows that feeling - and the knowledge of it now, imagining how it must feel for Annie, makes his own cock throb.
He catches Mark watching them too. Ed's hand is still on Mark's thigh, but Mark's hand has drifted up, to caress the visible hard bulge under his own fall front.
And maybe jealousy feels like - horny? Cause watching Jack manhandle Annie, watching Annie play into it, fuck, somehow most of all watching Mark watch Jack and Annie - Ed's ready to claw the walls, to yowl like a cat, to writhe around on the filthy floor if it would release some of this tension.
Mark takes Ed's hand. Looks him clear in the eye and starts to slide it up to his fall front real slow.
"You wanna know a secret?" Mark asks.
Ed kisses him again. Hopes Jack is looking. Suspects Jack is not. It doesn't really matter - why should he care what Jack's thinking - Mark's a good kisser. Fucking great, actually. Ed's suddenly desperate to know what he can do with that hard prick too.
"Tell me," he says when they've parted, just barely, both their heads leaning back into the booth, Ed slouched low so they're the same height, so low they're close enough that Ed can see how wet Mark's mouth is.
Mark moves Ed's hand up, runs it over his cloth-covered prick - fucking hell, Mark's hard. Ed's so horny his head is floating. (Or maybe that's the alcohol?) He gets his fingers around a button and extracts it from the button hole and then Mark shoves his hand inside his fall front - and Ed feels his prick, but it's cool? - that's - huh -
Mark shoves his hand down further, behind and below his prick, so that Ed's index and middle finger slide inside smooth, wet heat. It takes a second for his brain to figure out what he's touching, but his fingers already know what to do, are already hitching up inside of Mark's unbelievably wet cunt as Mark inhales sharply through his nostrils.
"I'll still fuck you," Mark says into Ed's mouth. "I know you want me to fuck you."
"Wanna eat you out first," Ed says back, and it's true, his mouth is watering not just from kissing but from the want - the need - to get up in that slick, wet heat. Mark's not wearing anything under the trousers and the leather feels like a goddamn mess and Ed wants to rub his face in that too.
"C'mon," Mark says. "Let's go upstairs."
"Lemme close these back up," Ed says, dragging his fingers out of Mark's cunt with what he hopes is agonizing slowness - Mark wriggles - then patting his hard leather prick back into place before doing up the button on the fall front.
Now Jack's turned partway, looking at him from the bar, his cock no doubt still pressed into Annie's backside. She's still kissing the bartender, one hand up and cupping one of the bartender's own magnificent breasts. Ed catches Jack's eye and gives him his best bedroom eyes. Jack grins, winks. Ed gets a little bit of a swoop in his stomach; surely Jack's trying to say, I'll take care of YOU later. He'll take care of Ed later the way he's taking care of Annie now. This is all just a bit of fun.
Yeah, that's what the grin and wink mean, probably.
Mark and Ed go upstairs. Their room smells like it's been cleaned in the last week, which is nice. They'd paid enough gold for it, but gold is easy come, easy go these days.
(It gives Ed anxiety if he's being honest, spending money like this, but Jack and Annie and Mark are doing it, so he's doing it too.)
The room has two beds, and since Ed and Mark, through clear, unspoken agreement, are hoping Jack and Annie will join them soon, they push them together. They giggle at the noise, clumsy with drink.
Mark sits on the edge of the now-bigger bed and lets his legs fall wide, offering Ed the bottle. Ed takes a long drink for courage (fuck you though he's not scared), then drops to his knees and pushes Mark's legs even wider. He undoes Mark's fall front before sliding his hands under Mark's ass, peeling his leather trousers down, struggling to extract one booted foot until they're hanging off one leg and he can access Mark's cunt. He doesn't have a ton of experience with one - with any of this really, yet, though he's beyond eager to learn - and starts sucking on his clit like it's a sucker on a stick. Once Mark moans, he shoves the trousers down further, then puts two fingers inside of him and pumps them in and out, in and out, until Mark is so wet that Ed's short beard is soaked, so wet that Ed makes a joke about pearl diving before diving back in himself.
Mark laughs, then comes, moaning Annie's name.
(Ed makes fun of Mary for that for years, "Can't even get credit for getting you off", and she always takes it because, Ed knows, whatever Mary's doing, somewhere in that fucked up brain of hers, she's doing it for Annie.)
As Mark comes down, Ed rests his head against his soft inner thigh, breathing in the scent of his cunt and listening to the sounds from the bar downstairs - there's Jack's contagious laugh, Annie's voice, she's singing something, more people are laughing - and he remembers: the Dynamic.
"Hey."
Mark sits up. He'd tipped over backwards with the force of his orgasm. "Yeah?"
Ed traces a finger along the inside of Mark's other thigh. Mark shivers. "You worried about anyone else uh, knowing about this?"
"About how fast you got me off, Eddie?" Mark grins. "Or you think Jack's gonna fight me for your virginal honor?"
"Fuck off," Ed says, because no, of course Jack's not. If anything, he'll be pissed Ed didn't tell him immediately, get him up here to join in this new fun. "About." He slides his finger further up, through the drying slick on the inside of Mark's thigh.
Mark looks away out the window, shrugs, then looks back at Ed, face truly serious for the first time all night. "I'm Mary, actually," she says, before she puts two rum-tasting fingers in Ed's mouth and moves his jaw up and down in a handshake. "Pleased to meet you."
Ed sucks on her fingers just to see her shiver again, then gently pushes them out of his mouth and takes another pull off the rum. Just to maintain. He feels like they're in a little pocket of spacetime, like if he keeps the conditions exactly as they have been, they'll get somewhere. He'll get somewhere. Where? No fucking clue. Maybe she'll just fuck his brains out. She had promised, after all. But there's something else here, something tempting and taboo and combustible, and he wants to taste that too.
"Why the disguise?"
"My tits aren't as nice as Annie's."
Ed raises his eyebrows. He'll be the judge of that. He pushes his hand up under Mark's shirt and hits cloth, tightly wrapped, just above Mary's midsection. Mary tilts back, flexes, so he can slither his fingers up and under until he grazes a hard nipple. Mary flexes more, moans low, mutters, "See what I mean?"
"Can't see 'em," Ed says. He tweaks the nipple. "They feel great though."
"Yeah, but they're not parade tits."
Ed pictures the spill of Annie's decolletage, twin perfectly ripe, peeled canteloupes always precarious, on the edge of escaping whatever tiny shirt she's trapped them in like leopards kept in a cage with bent bars - ok maybe this analogy is getting away from him. Point is, Annie's tits are, indeed, tits on parade.
"And it's fun," Mary says, and a candle lights in Ed's head, casting light into a room he didn't even know was there.
"Fun?"
"Yeah. You know. Playing around."
Ed's trying to figure out what exactly this room contains. "Playing around how?"
Mary puts her fingers back at the edge of his mouth and traces it. "You're pretty, you know that?"
Ed does know. It's why he's growing the beard - no one takes him fucking seriously. Doesn't matter if he likes how he looks without it. But - "What do you mean, playing around?"
Mary shrugs. "Being Mark. Having a dick sometimes. It's all fun and games. I'm Mary most of the time, but I can put on Mark, pretend to be him, when I want to. Or when I need to." She cups Ed's cheek. "You know?"
Ed takes another drink of rum. He's feeling real fucking sober all of a sudden and he's desperate to stay here.
He passes Mary the bottle. "You think I'm pretty?"
She takes a long pull and strokes her fingers through his hair, lifting up some of the curls that hang to his shoulders. "Sure do, sweetheart."
Ed's dick throbs. "What do you do to - to people you think are pretty?"
Mary grins. Mouth full of teeth like a fucking shark. "Well if they want me to, I fuck em."
Ed's dick and asshole throb. He takes a little sip of rum - ladylike, his fucking brain supplies - and then he steps into that room in his head. Puts on the costume with a flourish, assumes the persona. Fun and games.
He takes another dainty sip, then puts down the bottle. Says, voice breathy, "I'm gonna make you come again to get me wet."
Mary's fingers drift back into Ed's mouth. "You think you can make me come again?"
Ed gets real close to her cunt, makes sure his breath is hot and wet when he says, "I could suck your dick."
"Yeah," Mary says, and puts her index and middle finger down, spreading open her vulva so her clit is practically on Ed's tongue already. "Suck my dick."
Ed leans in but before he can do anything her fingers land on his tongue - salt-musk tasting - and she says, "And you keep talking like that, gorgeous, you're not gonna have to work too hard."
Ed groans and rubs his leather-covered cock against Mary's leg. She takes her fingers out of his mouth and puts them back in his hair, shoving his mouth into her cunt, and he goes for it, focused just on her clit, on sucking it the way he sucks Jack's dick, pausing to lean back - her hand goes to shove him in by the hair again, but he says, "You get so big when I suck you," and she makes a noise of approval low in her throat, so he sucks more, fingers working inside her the way he works them inside of Jack.
When she comes again - and come she does, thighs shaking around Ed's shoulders, whole cunt pulsing against his face, this time just groaning rather than saying anyone's name - he drags his tongue down into her hole, trying to get as much of her slick in his mouth as he can, until she slaps his shoulder and cries, "Stop, stop, too much!"
He shoves himself to his feet - his dick rubs against his fall front, desperate and oversensitive, so he pops open the buttons, then puts his hands on either side of her shoulders. She falls back onto the bed again, eyes wide as he leans over her, his dick sliding against her slickness but careful to keep it from slipping inside, as he gets close to her mouth and lets her see his intention - sees her eyes go dark when she gets it - and then she opens her mouth so he can spit inside of it, all of her slick that he could get and his own saliva, warm from his mouth into hers. A tiny drop winds up on the corner of her plush lips, so he carefully takes his thumb and uses the nail to wipe it inside. She moans and arches underneath him.
Then he crawls over her, dragging his trousers down around his knees, so he's on all fours on the bed, head hanging down by the headboard. The room spins at its edges, the bed sags under him so he stumbles a little, and his desire is both as constant and mutable as a wildfire.
"See how wet you got me?" he asks, and this time he doesn't try to put on the breathy voice, it just comes out of him.
He hears her spit into her hand and it feels like his whole body shivers with how much he needs her to fuck him. Or him to fuck him. Mark. Mary. This person who's taught him this revelatory game and tacitly invited him to join it.
"What's your name?" she asks.
Ed isn't prepared for that question, is too drunk and horny to come up with anything new, so he just says, "Ed."
"Good name for a lady," she says, and puts one slick finger in his ass. She proceeds to engage in something Ed's whatever Jack is doesn't do - foreplay. She must have added oil or maybe is touching herself more but whatever she does, she gets his asshole wetter than it's ever been for fucking, until he's bent over, near tears with frustration, desperate for her to do something other than tease him with her fingers, at which point she smacks one of his ass cheeks hard.
"Does a lady get fucked with her ass in the air like a drunken pirate?"
Ed's too shocked and turned on by the smack to do anything but roll onto his back. His ass fucking stings and he grinds down into the bed to make it sting more.
Mary's buckling a leather apparatus around her hips, the leather cock jutting out from it. "Well? How does a lady get fucked?"
Ed struggles to get fully out of his trousers, kicking them off the bed, then spreads his legs. His hole is so wet and he feels utterly, deliciously debauched. "I don't know how a lady gets fucked." He looks up at Mary through his eyelashes and tries out, "I've never done it before."
Mary kneels between his legs, leather cock so close to his wet hole that he thinks it could just slip in. He tries wriggling towards it, desperate to be filled, and she grabs his leg.
"Never done it before?" she asks, looking deeply skeptical.
"But please sir, I want to," Ed says in a rush of air.
"Mmhmm," Mary says. "Oh, I can tell. You're making a mess of the sheets and I've barely even touched you."
And then she reaches to the side of the bed, picks up an enormous spliff, and lights it off the bedside candle.
Ed whines as she inhales, then whines more when she bends down and kisses the smoke into his mouth. He sucks it down into his lungs, holds it as long as he can, until he exhales and feels it hit the rum-horny, impact off it like grapeshot off a brick, richocheting off to who knows where, feels himself start to float and oh but he wants to hold onto this - bears down all his concentration on how bad he needs to get fucked - hyperfixates on that one thing and one thing only, the weed heightening everything about it and smoothing out everything else around it -
Mary, mercifully, takes pity on him. She urges him up so his ass is on her thighs, the leather pressing between his cheeks, and gets his legs up in the air. Her torso is the perfect height for him to bend them over her shoulders.
"Don't worry, beautiful," Mary says, reaching under Ed's shirt and tweaking his nipple so sharply that he becomes aware of that part of his body, for just a second, and cries out before he tries to wriggle onto her cock again. "I'm good at fucking virgin cunts."
He thinks he should make a joke about Annie not seeming like a virgin, but then she starts pressing into him with short, sharp thrusts, her leather dick gliding in smoothly, thanks to whatever she did to prep him. His hard cock bounces on his stomach with each thrust, smearing precum into the hair there, but Mary ignores it completely in favor of murmuring, "You're so wet for me, you feel like a dream," before fully ramming her dick home.
Ed's only recently started getting fucked - Jack is the only one who's done it, so far, until right now - and he can't get enough of it, fantasizes about it all the time, loves the feeling of being filled up with cock and filled up with jizz after. He also knows he's not technically supposed to like it, supposed to kind of groan about it and act like he's doing a big favor for Jack but - he's not. He's really fucking not. And, fuck it, but Ed's not gonna feel bad about it.
There's enough things in life to feel bad about.
(Where is Jack? Why don't he and Annie come up?)
Mary's dick hits that elusive spot inside of him that instantly starts shoving him towards orgasm. Ed shouts and the weed haze recedes. He's got his fists gripping the sheets and he can smell the fresh straw in the mattress and he can feel the breeze through the window on his neglected dick cause it's fucking pointed straight up and Mary's not -
"You like that?" Mary asks. "This is just like fucking my girlfriend Annie's cunt. She likes it right there too -"
Ed doesn't hear the rest of it because Mary drives back into him and sets a punishing rhythm. Ed starts to get that natural woozy feeling, that dissociation, where he's getting fucked so hard he can leave his body entirely and see himself getting fucked from the ceiling and it looks so hot that it makes him want to come, and he starts to float up towards that vision when the door bangs open.
"Eddie?" Annie's voice asks.
Ed slams back into his body and manages to rotate his head. His hair gets in his mouth, tangled, so he sees Jack and Annie through a haze of dark curls, Annie's hand inside of Jack's trousers.
Ed makes some kind of noise. Mary fucks him harder and he thinks - it's a game. It's a fucking game. He scoops his hair out of his face with one hand and arches his back, curls his toes against Mary's back, lets himself drool a little, moans, puts on a show. He hopes Jack is feeling what he's missing (Ed's asshole).
"Hiya Annie," Mary says. She sounds fucking smitten.
"You are so fucking hot," Annie says. She climbs onto the bed, one of her aforementioned incredible tits yet again popping free of its cruel constraints, lifting her skirt up as she straddles Ed's stomach to face Mary. She hovers over Ed's hard cock so close that he can feel the heat from her body, but she holds herself just out of reach as she puts her hands on Mary's cheeks and kisses her passionately.
At least Ed assumes she does, based on the noises. He can't really see around her skirt and also Mary's fucking his soul out of his body and also he's watching Jack, who is leaning against the doorway with his eyes narrowed, clearly taking in the Dynamic.
"Eddie?"
Annie says it in the same coquettish voice as she had when they came in the door. It snaps Ed's attention away from Jack.
"Yeah?" he manages.
"Can I sit on your cock?"
"Uh huh."
Annie turns to beam manically at him, then grabs his cock with one cool hand, and fully seats herself on it in one smooth motion. She's unbelievably wet and tight and it takes Ed biting his cheek and telling himself that a lady is only going to come from getting her hole fucked, no other way, to stop himself from coming immediately.
"Ooh, Eddie, you're really big."
"Now wait a minute," Jack says, advancing into the room, shutting the door with a bang behind him and standing beside the bed with his hands on his hips. "I'm the one got you all riled up, little lady."
Ed shudders at the way Jack says "little lady" even though it's not meant for him. Annie twists on top of him and he is holding off his orgasm with his fingernails as she puts her hands on her hips and sasses, "It's called foreplay, maybe you've heard of it?"
"Course I fucking have," Jack says. "I wash my hands before I do anything."
Annie dissolves into giggles and her cunt spasms around Ed's cock. He whines and grabs for her hips.
Mary bends forward and slaps his ass again, mostly hitting the side. "Don't you touch my girl."
Ed could point out that his cock is currently touching her girl rather a lot, but it doesn't matter, because the sting from the slap combined with Mary's cock hitting that spot inside him again when she bent over sends Ed fully over the edge. Without thinking, he reaches for Jack's hand and clings onto it as wave after wave of feeling washes over him, sending him down into the depths where he's just pure physical sensation, no thinking, no hurting.
He drifts back into consciousness as Jack pulls off his trousers in a single swift movement that Ed knows well by now - it really is impressive - then flops back onto the bed, cock erect, and pats his lap. Ed's hand is empty on the bed between them as Jack grabs onto Annie's thighs and helps her shift onto his own cock, reverse cowgirl, Ed's spend dripping out of her and onto Jack's cock and balls as he fucks into her vigorously. She fucks back like they're fighting, head thrown to the sky, hands clenched around his thighs.
Ed catches Mary's eye. She's stood up and is removing the leather harness, making no effort to hide herself from Jack, but he's got his eyes closed and is clearly somewhere else.
(And suddenly Ed would kill to know where that is, maybe will kill to know someday, maybe love's the only thing worth killing for -)
Mary's mouth sets in a hard line as she looks away from the bed, pulls on her trousers, then goes to clean the leather cock in the water basin in the corner of the room.
Ed rolls onto his side and looks at his whatever Jack is to him. His head is full of disparate thoughts, swirling, as dizzying as the swirl of the room around his rum-addled eyes. He thinks about the room Mary illuminated in his head. He thinks about how Jack likes to fuck any hole, and sometimes seems to like fucking Ed's hole the best, but he only talks about fucking women. He looks at Jack's hand on Annie's ass and he thinks about jealousy and he thinks about games and he lets himself wonder, for just one second, if he's really having any fun at all.
Annie calls Mary over, clasps Mary's hands over her breasts so the other woman is holding them while Jack fucks her. Ed watches the two of them gaze into each other's eyes and he suddenly wants what they have so bad he thinks he needs more rum.
"Eddie?"
It's Jack this time. Ed recognizes that tone of need and his heart leaps with it, with being needed, being wanted. He props himself up on his elbow. "Yeah?"
"C'mere," Jack says. He pulls Ed down into a sloppy kiss. Ed tells himself that Jack must have seen Annie and Mary, must have been feeling the same kind of thing Ed is. Then for a little bit it's Jack's hands on Ed, Jack's mouth on Ed's, Jack's attention on Ed's open heart, even though Jack's cock is still inside of Annie.
Ed's who Jack needed, Ed's who Jack reached for, Ed's name was the one on Jack's lips, Ed thinks this like a mantra. It doesn't matter how fucked up Ed is, head a whole fucking densely packed dock district of rooms he ought to be ashamed of, it doesn't matter because Ed's someone who someone needs.
And if someone needs Ed tonight, then, well, maybe, someday, someone could love Ed too.