Uncovering a Hidden Treasure

"Where the bloody hell did you get that?"

Drake plopped down beside Timothy, passing him a bottle and half of the crusty bread. Timothy bit into it with relish, savoring the stale taste. He grabbed up the dried meat and cheese from the Captain's hand and gobbled them down too. The big mouthful threatened to choke him. Drake quickly thumped Timothy's back, almost sending him into the fire. Shoving Drake's hand away, Timothy quickly uncorked his bottle with his teeth and took a gulp. Instantly regretting it, he spluttered as the fiery liquid struggled down his parched throat.

"This tastes like horse piss!" he choked out. He took another swig, making Drake laugh.

"This island is a pirate's cache and that is the finest rum on this side of the ocean," Drake mumbled around a mouthful of bread and rum.

"A cache? Is that why you were knocking on the trees? Looking for some sort of symbol?" Drake nodded, leaning back on his elbows in a half reclining position. Hesitating for only a few minutes, Timothy copied his pose. A warm glow suffused his body and it wasn't from the fire. Chasing that feeling down with another mouthful of the rum, he watched the flicker of the fire licking up at the graying sky.

xxxxx

Drake glanced over at Timothy in amusement. The boy couldn't hold his liquor worth a damn. Only a quarter of his bottle was depleted and Timothy was already garbling out a verse of "Oh, My Plump Maiden".

"Yo, ho kiss a foolish lad, a sailor to behold ... got meself a plump gal, jumping on me rod!"

Drake stifled a chuckle at the grossly incorrect lyrics. It's was a bit cute the way he sang off key an hit the high notes with an ear shattering tenor.

He reached over and plucked the bottle from his loose grasp. "I think you've had enough, Timmy."

"Nooooo...I need that...its making my rod rise!" Timothy reached over his body, draping himself half over him in his quest to get the bottle. Drake grinned and hid the bottle behind his back. Timothy looked down at him, bright glassy eyes that couldn't decide whether they were green or blue blinking rapidly. "Where'd it go?"

Drake couldn't answer because Timothy had turned his body so that he was fully lying on top of his body, his hands stacked under his chin as he gazed down at him. Moving carefully, Drake slid his arms around the boy's hips but Timothy merely snuggled further into his body.

"My rod's still hard," Timothy stated, making Drake groan. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to give such a novice hardcore liquor.

"I can feel it," Drake choked out. Timothy's "rod" was pressing quite insistently right against his own rising cock. He groaned when Timothy swiveled his hips, rubbing his length up against his. Drake gripped the boy's hips hard, momentarily stopping his sensuous movements. He didn't think he'd ever been this hard for someone in his life, both men and women included.

"Do you like it?" Timothy asked innocently. "I've seen the other men go in and out of your room and you seem to like theirs a lot. I've certainly cleaned up after you a lot," he grumbled despondently.

A hot blush crept up Drake's face even though he'd never been particularly shamed by his blatant proclivities.

Timothy patted his cheek, although they felt more like slaps. "It's okay, you don't have to blush. I bet it feels good, yeah?"

Drake could nod dumbly. "Damn good, you want to know how it feels?" He had never claimed to be a good man, and he wouldn't be a very good pirate if he passed up a prime piece of virgin ass. He had watched and lusted after the boy ever since he'd seen him. He pushed and prodded at his very proper sensibilities, trying to get any opening he could exploit but at this very moment however, Timothy himself was tying himself up in a pretty bow and handing himself on a platter.

"I've only ever kissed a girl but I've seen men...you know" Timothy's voice dropped down to a whisper.

Drake stifled a laugh, fighting hard not to smile. "Fucked, screwed, boinked, buggered?"

"Shush!" Timothy placed a hand over his mouth, looking around at the darkened beach like a stately matron might come upon them at any moment and wave a fan at them in shock. "Someone might hear."

"Then we'll just have to be quiet won't we?" Grinning devilishly, Drake flipped Timothy over until the boy was underneath him. Before he could utter a protest, Drake swooped down and took the boy's lips.

Timothy gasped, unwittingly allowing him entry into his mouth. Drake snaked his tongue inside his mouth, sliding his tongue against Timothy's. The boy shyly kissed him back, chasing Drake's tongue back into his mouth. Drake bit his plump lower lip, eliciting a keening moan. Grinning, he made his way down Timothy's neck, licking up the salty and sweet taste. He flicked his tongue against a tense area, slowly coaxing him back to relaxation.

His hands were taking a journey of their own, mapping the sharp angles of the younger man's hips to his flat stomach, rubbing at his prominent ribs. Timothy sighed, giving himself up to his Captain. Drake impatiently pushed up his shirt, exposing that pale chest and pink nipple to this gaze. They puckered tight in the night air. Drake flicked at a protruding nub, then caught just the tip and lapped at it.

Timothy's hands flew to his head; his finger's tangling in the black strands. He alternately fisted and released his fingers, as if he couldn't decide whether to press him closer or to pull him away. He finally kept his hands fisted in the silky strands but didn't pull Drake away from his throbbing nipple, which seemed to send shockwaves across his whole body.

Drake grinned around the small nub and continued to suck. Timmy keened, his moans growing louder and louder. The cries were so sweet, Drake decided to reward him. Moving his mouth down and leaving wet, biting kisses down Timothy's smooth and hairless torso, Drake moved ever closer to his straining length. It took only a few tugs and pulls to release Timothy's penis from his trousers and Drake gripped the hot length. His mouth was just above Timothy's pelvis when he heard one sound he never should hear at a time like this.

A snore. A small, barely there snore, but a snore never the less.

Incredulous, Drake looked up and saw that Timothy had fallen asleep, a smile tipping his pink lips into an enticing curve. His penis began to soften in the Captain's hand, too. Groaning in unfulfilled desire, Drake tucked the beautiful cock back into the boy's dirty trousers and tugged down his shirt.

His own cock on the other hand was throbbing like mad, threatening to burst out of his breeches. Briefly considering bringing his own hands to relive the ache, he shook his head to clear the urge. Even if he climaxed, the desire to take Timothy wouldn't go away. If he came, it would be buried deep inside of his cabin boy's ass.

Sighing in resignation, he turned Timothy on his side to face the fire. Then he curved his own body behind his slighter body, wrapping his arms around him. If Timothy woke in the morning and didn't remember his advances, then he'd just say it was for warmth.

Timothy mumbled something before turning abruptly and shoving his face under Drake's chin. He threw a leg over Drake's hips, using his chest as a pillow and fell into a contented sleep. The only thing left to do for Drake was to hold him tight and go to sleep himself. Even so, he went to sleep with a calculating smile, dreaming of ways to seduce his boy into actual sex without him falling asleep.

xxxxx

There was a wet puddle beneath his cheek.

Still groggy with sleep, Timothy carefully lifted his head. A line of saliva connected his lips to the small puddle of spittle on his pillow. Timothy blinked. A pillow that was clothed, moving up and down and wafting soothing warmth. Gulping hard, he lifted his head and saw the captain-no, Drake-smirking down at him.

"I slept on you," he said obviously.

"You also drooled on me but I'll overlook that little fact."

"I'll be getting off you now," Timothy mumbled as he frantically scrambled away from Drake to put a safe distance between the two. He wracked his brain, trying to think of a reason why he should be waking up in the captain's embrace when...

Oh, god, he'd kissed him. He'd actually gone and kissed the pirate. His face must have given away his thoughts because the cursed man started laughing.

"Oh, don't look like an outraged little girl. Your virtue is still intact," Drake teased.

The embarrassing heat suffusing his cheeks made it hard to lift his head; Timothy had to make sure nothing like the shameful thing last night happened again. "It's not that!" he said hotly "It's that you kissed me! A man! I-I don't-men don't k-kiss each other. It's wrong!"

Suddenly, Drake's hand shot out and pulled Timothy close by his shirt until they were nose to nose.

"Wrong?" Drake snarled, scowling at the delusional boy. "Why is it wrong? Because some religious prick told you kissing men is wrong? What gave them the authority to dictate how you live, hmm? Who you kiss has nothing to do with anyone other than the people doing the kissing, or anything else. I say it's right. But don't listen to me, or those other people. Listen to yourself."

Drake shoved him back, and Timothy fell on his ass in the sand. Drake got up, sending him one last look of disgust before walking into the forest.

"Wait, where are you going?" Timothy called out but the other man ignored him. Biting his lips, Timothy figured he was probably going to find a place to take care of his morning business. Speaking of morning business...

Timothy found a secluded spot not far from their camp and whipped his cock out. He blushed, the hazy memory of the captain's hands gripping his length and him lying there like a wanton, immoral slut begging for more. But as he pissed a long stream of yellow liquid, he thought about the captain words. He didn't want to like men, had been told from a young age it was wrong. But what if it wasn't? He was so tired of feeling guilty every time he jerked off to the thought of two men having sex. It wasn't like he hadn't tried to think of a woman's breasts when he jerked off but that had just resulted in a withered cock.

Shaking the tip of his cock, he tucked it back into his pants. Walking back onto the beach and to the edge of the shore, she washed his hands in the cool water. Drake was already sitting by the dead fire, looking out to the sea.

Kicking sand as he walked towards Drake, he thought out anything he could say to get back the camaraderie they'd shared last night. He'd just say that he hadn't meant any insult and that he'd... To hell with it, he'd just make it up as he talked.

"Um, I didn't think- I-Its-shit, I mean-"

Drake laughed as Timothy continued to splutter for something to say. "Shut up before you knot your tongue, boy."

Timothy frowned but did as the captain told him, just a little bit grateful for his intervention. "So, uh, is there more food?" His belly rumbled in hunger.

Drake nodded to a small bundle beside him. Taking the seat next to him, Timothy grabbed up the cloth and rooted round for whatever stale and musty food he could find. If anything the hard bread and cheese tasted better than last night. When a dirty bottle of rum was shoved under his nose, he looked at warily. Looking at Drake with suspicious eyes, he gingerly took the bottle by its neck and tried to avoid touching the other man's fingers. Last time he'd drank, he'd been kissing other men.

And he did not want that to happen.

Of course not.

Even if his pulse did beat a bit faster at the thought and his palms grew sweaty...no, no, no he definitely did not want to kiss the captain again.

"I'm not going to jump you if you get drunk again. If I remember correctly, it was you who kissed me," Drake smirked.

Blushing furiously, Timothy took a large gulp of the rum, momentary forgetting the burn that accompanied. Spluttering as the liquid went down the wrong pipe, he coughed and gagged. Drake thumped his back, almost dislocating his shoulder. Slapping the captain's hands away, Timothy gasped in the clean ocean air. After he'd gotten his wind back in his sails, he peered back at Drake to see if he'd be teased again. But Drake just looked at him curiously.

"Did you at least enjoy the kiss?"

That was a really stupid question; of course he'd enjoyed Drake's kisses even knowing he shouldn't. If he dared to admit it to himself, he'd even felt regretful in the morning that it hadn't gone farther. Drake must have seen the conflicting emotions because he smiled gently.

"You know, it is okay to enjoy them," Drake whispered huskily against his ear, his arm now around Timothy's narrow shoulder.

"We're all alone here on this island, no one has to know," Drake's hot breath wafted sensuously against Timothy's neck, making his shiver despite the bright sun high in the sky.

Telling himself he was trying to push Drake away, Timothy brought up his hands against Drake's solid chest and pushed. But the bigger man wouldn't be bulged he began to nuzzle in to Timothy's neck. Stifling a helpless moan, Timothy bit his lip and unconsciously tipped his head back to allow the captain greater access to his neck.

"Ugh," Timothy moaned, and then moaned again because he'd meant to say no.

"Just think," Drake continued his hot kisses up his jaw and across his cheek "You...under me...or your dick in my mouth."

Timothy yelped, his cock jumping in a happy dance at the thought of the captain's thin pink lips wrapped around his cock, his chocolate brown eyes looking up at Timothy.

"Yes," Timothy moaned. Oh, no there went another word out of his mouth that had originally started out as a no in his brain. What was wrong with him?

But then no one would know. For once he'd get to experience all those things he always fantasized about.

"Damn, Captain, you sure don't waste time."

Gasping, Timothy shoved Drake away from him and looked up to see the ship's gunner and first mate grinning down at them. It was the gunner Blair who'd spoken.

"Thought you fucked him last night for sure," Jason snickered.

Drake got up on his feet, brushing sand away from his clothes absently as he scowled at his men. He turned back to Timothy and held a hand out to him. Refusing to look into the other man's eye, Timothy got up without help and turned a glare on the other smiling men.

"Son of a bitch, Blair, I told you not to bother me until you flagged down a ship!" Drake looked like he was about to punch the tall, dark haired man. The gunner stood a few inches taller than Drake, although he was packed with muscle.

"We saw a ship, Captain. Sent out a signal and it's on its way. I suggest we get ready for the men coming," Jason informed all business now.

Timothy tuned it all out as he realized that the captain had lied to him. He must have seen his men the night before, and he hadn't told Timothy. Just a few minutes away he'd insinuated that they were the only ones here on this island, partly while he'd been worrying about these very men, the captain had been bragging to them about how he was fucking the naive and gullible Timothy.

Without thought, Timothy pushed at the captain's broad back. "Fuck you!"

The charming lover of a few minutes was gone as the Drake turned to him with cold eyes. Gulping back further words with great effort, Timothy took a step back and glared daggers at the taller man.

"As of now, I am your Captain and you will show me the due respect of my position, cabin boy. Any complaints, talk to me in private once I'm back on a ship. Understand?" Drake's barely leashed growl reminded Timothy why this man was the scourge of the sea.

He was a low down, no good pirate who'd sent numerous men to their watery grave. For one moment, Timothy had thought to touch a gentler, more vulnerable side of him but that just been a dream. A delusion he created from the captain's seductive lies. Stiffening up his spine, Timothy nodded.

Jason and Blair led them to the other side of the island where a few men were waiting on the shore, looking off to a small boat slowly rowing out to them. Timothy took stock of the surviving men and saw more than half of the crew alive, bedraggled and tired looking, but alive all the same. They greeted their captain with a jolly welcome, sending Timothy sly glances. The fat old cook leered and even reached out a hand to pinch Timothy's butt cheek. Yelping, he'd made to punch the fat bastard but Drake stopped his fist midair.

He frowned but said nothing. Then he went about directing his men and Timothy saw that more than a few of them were hiding anything that could be used as a weapon. A piece of driftwood, clubs, and some even had knives. Jason handed the captain a pair of pistols, holstering another identical pair in the back of his trousers.

Drake took him aside and told him to stay out of the way, behind the wall of his men. Timothy gave him a stiff nod and like the good little boy he was, he stayed at the back. The plan was fairly simple. Get aboard the ship, go all guns ho and take the small merchant's ship. They needed a few men so Drake decided to give them a chance to either join his crew or take their chances on the island. The island saw a lot of traffic so it wouldn't be like he was sending them to their deaths.

Four men came off the small row boat. Timothy looked on with resentment as Drake turned on his charm on the suspicious men. Soon they were laughing and offering the captain a drink to drown his woes at losing his ship. Drake took a few of his officers and Timothy on the first row boat, then waiting on the deck of the ship talking to the captain while two more row boats were sent out to retrieve the rest of his men.

Timothy found out that the portly captain laughing jovially with Drake wasn't a respectable merchant like he'd thought but a smuggler. The greedy glint in Drake's eyes could be seen a mile away when he was told of the smuggled silk and poppy in the cargo.

As soon as the other pirates were on the ship, Timothy saw them taking strategic positions across the deck of the ship. Though they were outnumbered two to one, they had the element of surprise. Drake jerked his head at him and Timothy fell back.

All in all, it didn't them too long to capture the ship. With one subtle wave signal from Drake's hand, the deck was swarmed by battling men. One of the smugglers spotted Timothy and came at him with a small knife. Snarling, Timothy used the man's momentum and slammed him against the ship's hold. Battling the knife away from the man, he brought the wooden handle down on the man's bald head viscously. He looked up just in time to see Drake fighting with three men. He seemed to be holding his own, using his bare hands against the weapon yielding smugglers.

A vicious punch brought one of the smugglers down but another jumped on Drake's back and tried to choke him while another took the opportunity to stab Drake in the chest. Grunting, Drake punched the man right in the face but another took the smuggler's place and charged at Drake. Drake was too busy swinging the man hanging from his neck and punching him to notice the smuggler.

Fear pulsed through his veins; Timothy ran at the smuggler and tackled him to the deck. He jumped away just in time to avoid getting his jugular cut. Kicking the man in the ribs, he yelped when his bare feet met with the smuggler's hard ribs. The smuggler's hand swiped out and brought him down hard on his back, his head hitting the hard wood with a sickening crunch.

The smuggler was on him in second, delivering a hard punch to his face. His lip split under the pressure and blood spurted across the deck. Seeing stars, Timothy blinked, and held his hands over his head in a protective motion. The knife was knocked out of his hand, flying a few feet away from him. Kicking the smuggler off of him, he turned on his stomach and scrabbled to get the knife back. Looking back frantically, he saw the smuggler grin evilly and advance towards him with a wickedly sharp knife. Timothy scrunched his eyes closed and waited for the death blow, berating himself for coming to the Captain's rescue. The man had lied to him, almost seduced him but he still had to go and care if the man lived or not. No matter what Drake had done, Timothy replayed those sweet, hot kisses in his mind; he braced himself for the killing blow.