He felt Brett wiggle under his body weight, trying to press harder against him, wordlessly expressing his need. Devon chuckled, kissing and licking across Brett’s tightly wound body, enjoying the way Brett arched into his touch.
Devon moved over Brett, possessing the sweet, addictive mouth thoroughly. Brett opened up to him immediately, both of them moaning as their cocks brushed heatedly together.
Pulling their lips apart, Devon reached for the jar with the oil and slowly coated Brett’s cleft with it. Sliding one finger inside the tiny puckered entrance, he moved it carefully in little circles, until the channel grew used to the intruder. When he thought Brett was ready, Devon added a second digit, smiling as Brett groaned at the strange sensation. Devon gently manipulated his fingers first one way, then another until Brett was writhing helplessly on the bed.
Finally a third finger joined inside the tight channel, and he waited for Brett to loosen up. At last, that moment came, and Devon tenderly caressed Brett’s flank in response, stilling his probing motions.
“It’s time, Brett,” Devon whispered, watching the glazed green eyes shine with approval.
Devon rubbed the oil up and down his shaft, coating it thickly so Brett wouldn’t feel too much pain. His fingers pushed gently at the loosened hole, making sure Brett was prepared. Devon lined up his cock with the entrance to Brett’s body and began to slowly penetrate the tight opening.
Brett tensed up almost immediately, groaning painfully beneath him. He made as if to push Devon away, but Devon grabbed the wandering hands and pressed them firmly to the pillows with his own.
“I know it hurts, Brett. Take a deep breath, let your body get used to me,” Devon gritted out, brushing his lips gently over Brett’s sweat-sheened forehead, while trying desperately to control the impulse to thrust into the virgin heat of Brett’s body.
Finally, after what felt like forever, he felt Brett loosen up around him. Devon remained still for a moment longer, their gasping pants the only sound in the otherwise silent cabin.
“I have to move, Brett,” he said, his control just about gone.
Watery green eyes blinked open and gazed up at him. “Then move,” Brett whispered back, a slight smile grazing his lips.
Slowly Devon began to undulate, his cock sliding gently in and out of the tight passageway. He kept Brett’s hands captive, lacing their fingers together as they began to move in a perfect rhythm.
Devon buried his face in Brett’s neck, nibbling softly. One of his hands slid down and gripped Brett’s wilted cock, bringing it back to full arousal, the other still binding Brett’s wrists tightly. Brett moaned and whimpered in response to Devon’s dual assault, bucking frantically against Devon, their thrusts getting harder and faster as Devon continued to pump Brett’s cock, willing him to come on his hand.
With a loud gasp of completion, Brett finally surrendered to him, his seed flowing hotly over Devon’s hand and their bodies. The clenching of Brett’s inner muscles sent Devon over the edge as well; growling low in his throat he bit sharply on Brett’s throat, filling Brett’s passage with his ejaculate.
They lay together for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms, allowing their heartbeats and breathing to slowly return to normal.
“Devon?” Brett finally said quietly.
“Yes?” Devon asked, his head never leaving its resting place on Brett’s chest.
“It was worth the wait.” Brett’s tone was amused.
Devon chuckled lightly. “I’m so very glad you think so.” He kissed the nipple closest to his lips.
Cuddling Brett close, Devon wrenched the sheet free and drew it up over them before giving in to sleep.
WHEN DEVON woke up, Brett was not on the bed or in the cabin. Dressing quickly, he walked out of what was now their quarters and found Brett staring enthralled at the dawning day. The sky was changing from red into gold and then into a yellow-white brightness, the sun rising over the horizon, giving it the impression it was emerging from the calm sea.
Devon found himself watching Brett instead, loving the way Brett’s white linen shirt brushed over pale skin in the breeze, skin Devon had caressed mere hours before.
Brett wore a black leather, short-sleeved jerkin with a buckle-up front, tight black breeches, and knee-high boots. Brett was also wearing the black leather sword belt that Devon had found for him, with an anchor-shaped buckle. Devon found himself incredibly fortunate with the knowledge that Brett would stay by his side forever.
“All right?” Devon asked softly, wrapping his arms around Brett’s waist from behind.
“Yes. Just enjoying the view. It has been so long since I have been allowed to fully enjoy such a magnificent act of nature.” Brett tilted his head up to look at Devon. “You do realize we are finally liberated, don’t you? No more Captain Blackburn, no more Governor Rupert Campbell. We have been given the chance to start anew. No more ghosts from the past, no more hate.”
Devon smiled, leaning down to kiss the upturned nose. “Yes. We are going to be all right.”
“All of us,” a new voice stated, and they turned to see Elijah and Cody standing behind them.
The four of them remained in comfortable silence, watching the sun shine down on Port Royal while the town slowly came awake. It was the start of a brand-new day for the good people of Jamaica. But it was the start of a brand-new life for the men who, from that day on, would see that the islands in the Caribbean Sea were a safer place to live.
Epilogue
DEVON WATCHED the frenzied activity all around the Campbell plantation. Most of the former slaves had agreed not only to stay and be paid a salary, but also to help rebuild the buildings from scratch. It would take months, but after only three days’ work, the grounds already looked different.
“Are you certain about this?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” Brett said with a smile as they walked side by side. “You don’t belong on dry land, Devon, not anymore. It is the right thing to do.”
“It will be months before Destiny sets anchor at Port Royal again,” Devon said.
“I know. I can wait.”
“Brett—”
“Devon,” Brett interrupted softly. “This is right. It would be wrong to make you stay at the plantation. You would wither and die of boredom here. I couldn’t possibly see you go through that. You have to be Captain Hall to be happy. It is in your blood. Your heart belongs to the sea.”
Devon grabbed Brett by the arms, stopping their advance. “You’re wrong,” he said with a smile. “My heart belongs to you.”
Their gazes met and held for a long time, and then Brett sighed gently. “Which is the reason I’m leaving the plantation in Joseph’s capable hands and joining you aboard the Destiny. I’ll miss seeing this place grow into the shape it once was in, but I would have missed you a lot more.”
Not wanting to insist and upset Brett, Devon simply wrapped his arms around him and hugged him tightly. And Devon suddenly realized he was a truly fortunate man; he had everything his heart desired. A ship to sail the Caribbean Sea, friends who stood by his side through thick and thin, and most importantly, someone who loved him and whom he loved back. Bliss indeed.
ALEX STANDISH lives in Lisbon, Portugal, a beautiful and sunny country in Europe. She loves to read, travel, listen to good music, rock the vacuum cleaner like Freddie Mercury, and hang out with her friends. When she’s not at her day job or trying to win the lottery, she’s typing away at her laptop, Probie, writing homoerotic romance. She’s a multigenre author, striving to create engaging plotlines and characters that could stand on their own and hopefully tug at one’s heartstrings. In the last eight years, Alex has written one short story and three novels.
By Alex Standish
Changing Tides
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