MV Lady Jean Peterson
Scott and Andrew woke at the same time on the first morning still cuddled together and just looked and smiled at one another. Scott lent the six inches that separated their lips and kissed Andrew good morning and both with a glorious hard on. Andrew looked at Scott and stroked his face.
“Scott?” Scott knew by the tone of his voice he was being serious and not the time for some smart assed remark. He looked back into Andrew’s eyes and kissed him, again.
“I need private time in the bathroom.”
“And I need the same after you please, I don’t have condoms and I know I don’t need them, I promise.”
“I don’t have any either and I promise I don’t need them either.”
Half hour later Andrew got out of bed and went for his “private” time and when he came back they kissed for another half hour before Scott went for his.
Scott got back into bed and laid on top of Andrew and, again we will have to excuse the long delay due to them having a high priority in the kissing department. They had both found love after that first kiss in Dalvik and at the same time realised that kissing was actually the most profound physical way of expressing it. Most certainly after that first kiss both of them knew that whatever had happened before with anyone else, that kiss was like no other and was the most beautiful way of expressing that love to one another. Much of the week would be spent locked together like they are right now and it will no surprise that when they eventually went out three days later, the first shop they went into was a chemist to buy lip cream because both of them were getting a little soar around that area.
Neither of them was about to take the lead and both content to stay as they were until one of them did, eventually it was Andrew who made up both of their minds when he turned Scott onto his back, put his arms over his head and straddled him while looking down smiling at the most beautiful men in the entire world. Scott of course would disagree and that would only ever be the one thing they ever disagreed about, although it must be said that Andrew on a number of occasions allowed himself to let Scott “win” the disagreement which always resulted in a fight and was the point of the disagreement in the first place, they loved it.
Andrew went down to Scott’s face and kissed him, then raised his own and smiled at Scott. “Neither of us has or needs condoms and I’m guessing no lube either?” Scott nodded in reply. “Good job I found this then.” He reached under his pillow and bought out a bottle of body gel he had found in the bathroom during his “private” time and sneaked it back to the bedroom and while Scott went off, gelled himself up. He knelt across Scott’s body and applied a liberal dose onto Scott’s 7 inches with Scott laying there with his eyes closed and having the time of his life.
“Right, here goes.” Andrew lined up Scott’s rod with his button and began to lower himself onto it. It was slow and very painful, but Andrew was on a mission and no amount of discomfort was going to put him off.
“Scott, I love you so much.” It was similar to a statement before going into battle, a sort of farewell as a warrior prepared for the final assault. Well, maybe not, but certainly an ass assault. He took a deep breath and held it then sat down and his door opened and he was in, or rather Scott was.
“SHIT!” Andrew cried out and then took another deep breath and sat on the whole lot. He called out “SHIT” again and leaned down and kissed Scott. Scott wrapped his arms around Andrew and told him he loved him, which was rather nice of him.
They stayed as they were for some time and then, feeling a lot more comfortable Andrew began to stroke himself onto Scott and as he did it became much less painful and as he continued to fuck himself on Scott the closer he was bringing him to the top of Mount Cock and an eruption.
Andrew stopped and just straddled Scott allowing him to now thrust into Andrew himself and as he did, they both knew they had arrived and with one more push into Andrew he called out and exploded into him time and time again and as he did Andrew also shot onto Scott’s face and chest with his own massive loads.
With Scott still inside Andrew they just looked into one another’s eyes and no words were needed but both knew this was not just a sexual act, it was an act of love between two most beautiful men.
For the rest of that day and the following two they only separated for “private” time and were never further than arm’s length from one another for the entire time. They kissed, made love in every room in the flat, managed to cook and eat, washed each other in the shower time and time again and by the time they woke up on the fourth day were even more in love than they were after the first kiss in Dalvik.
“Nope.” It was 7am and they were in their favourite position with both of them laying on their left sides and Scott behind Andrew with his arms wrapped around his body as they were when they had, at last, fallen asleep a few hours before. Scott turned Andrew to face him and very gently, kissed him, gently because by now their lips and surrounding areas had become very tender due to kissing overload.
“I need to take you out, dad will be asking you lots of questions about London and all you can tell him is about the inside of the flat and us fucking all over it.” As a reply Andrew turned into a 69 and they blew one another, again. Afterwards he turned back up and, again gently kissed Scott.
Ok, it will be nice to get into clothes again, where are you taking me?”
Six hours later Scott paid the taxi off and he took Andrew on a slow walk along Compton Street in Soho, one of the gayest areas in London. It was a lovely warm day and all they had on was shorts and a top and both looked bloody wonderful.
“Hold my hand and don’t let go, I’m not going to lose you with this lot around. There were hundreds of others about and many beautiful young men as well as these two. They began to comment on the “talent” and Scott decided on a challenge just to pass the time.
“Right my handsome Yank, we will now see how many guys we can stop and chat to us just by saying hi to them, one point if a guy stops and one point off if he just fucks off. Let me show you how it’s done.” He spotted a really good looking guy and steered Andrew towards him.
“Hi, how are you today?” The really good looking guy smiled and went on his way. Andrew was creased up. “Oh master of chat ups, minus 1 me thinks. Scott swore at his love and swore again when Andrew said hi to two guys and they stopped to say hello.
“Three nil to me then my Limey lover.” Scott being the epitome of the English sporting gentleman told Andrew to “fuck off” and led him into the Admiral Duncan pub for a pint. Andrew, being the epitome of American good manners told Scott to “shove the beer up his ass” and ordered a coffee.
Scott was now becoming worried as by the time they had walked to Ballards restaurant to eat the score was 5 nil and Andrew laughing his head off. “You have no idea how much I love London and I have so much to tell William when we get there.” What made it worse was the last two that stopped to chat suggested they all go back to their flat for a foursome. Andrew declined the offer telling them Scott could hardly keep up with him let alone two more.
As they walked and shopped around the whole of Soho and despite Scott loosing big time, he could not be happier and knew very well it was all down to Andrew and Andrew’s love for him. It actually made this so called “challenge” even more enjoyable and was more than happy that Andrew was winning. BUT… Scott was lying, he just had to win otherwise the Yank would never let him forget. But he only had a half hour more as it was soon time to go to the Prince Edward to watch the ABBA show he had booked a box for them while Andrew was doing his “private” bits.
They were slowly walking towards the theatre when Scott spotted what could be his salvation as six very good looking lads were coming towards them. They walked with the confidence of youth and not a care in the world and all enjoying being together and laughing their heads off about something, they were having a great day.
“Bet you couldn’t.” Scott smiled at Andrew.
“Why bother, I have already won, you will just have to get used to being second best.”
“Bet you couldn’t.” Scott repeated and at the same time drawing Andrew into his evil web of deceit. Andrew sighed and shook his head at Scott.
“Ok, watch and learn. Eleven zero coming up.” Scott grinned and watched as Andrew learnt.
“Hi guys. You all look great, are you having a fun day?” Andrew’s smile was about to be wiped off of his face.
“Fuck off you ponce or get this!” The biggest and most handsome of the group put his fist under Andrew’s nose and was only saved by Scott as he grabbed hold of Andrew and took him away from the fist and the bloke who owned it, laughing his head off at the same time.
“I fucking hate you Peterson.” They were sitting in their box holding hands waiting for the show to start and as soon as Andrew said that, Scott creased up again.
“I thought this was a gay only area, how did you know those guys weren’t?”
“The West Ham supporters’ football kit gave me a clue, all they were doing was taking a short cut to wherever they were going. They are good guys, but not that gay orientated I guess. Anyway looser, I won and you have to sleep with me forever as my prize.” Andrew squeezed Scott’s hand which told Scott they had both won. Scott certainly did, he maybe still mourning the loss of his mother and William’s life changing injuries, but with Andrew back in his life he had the support of someone who loved him and would always be there to pick up the bits if any fell off.
It had been a wonderful day and they would have the rest of the week to have even more wonderful days as Scott took them all over London. William did not have to be told what his son and boyfriend got up to most of the week and indeed would have been surprised if “it” didn’t. William had his own memories of when he and Jean went there and what they got up to in every room in the flat. Scott was conceived in one of them, but they had no idea which one!
They got back to the flat after a lovely meal and a walk along the Southbank near Waterloo Bridge. It was their last night and both of their thoughts were turning towards what was to come, but right now, they were too busy undressing one another, but although it would become serious later, they had become used to being silly at the same time. It was all part of their love for one another.
“Christ you are beautiful.” They had just come out of the shower and were standing in front of the full length mirror in Scott’s bedroom with Andrew in front of him and Scott holding him close with one arm while a hand was playing with Andrew’s beautiful shaft.
“Who are you looking at, me or talking to yourself?” Andrew arched back harder into Scott’s chest.
“Oh shit! Sorry I didn’t see you there.”
The fight between the United Kingdom and the United States was intense and would be fought all over the room and would only be bought to an end when one gay lover managed to get another gay lover’s cock in his mouth and bring the whole thing to a peaceful conclusion.
“I won Limey.”
“Shut up and don’t talk with your mouth full.”
They were in their favourite position with Andrew in front of Scott and Scott’s arms around Andrew’s body. Scott listened to Andrew’s steady breathing as he slept, but he was far from it himself as he thought about his happiness as it was now compared to what it was after the attack.
Scott had never thought he should show his own emotion as he felt he had to stay strong for his father to help him go through the process of loss and grief. Yes, Scott had cried in private but those private times were short as he had to get back to his father to be strong for him and also take on what he could do for the businesses and make it up as he went along.
Scott had no control over what was about to happen. He laid there holding on to Andrew and even tightened his grip on him as he struggled to keep himself under control and not break down. He buried his head into the back of Andrew’s and held his breath as he tried to block out all the trauma and sadness which he thought he should keep under wraps . It was not fair to Andrew to become all emotional, it was his sadness alone and should not be Andrew’s.
Scott did not cry, instead the flood gates opened and all control was lost and he had no choice but to let it all out and only afterwards did he realised that he could at last cry for his mother and only because Andrew was there for him as he had been for his father.
As soon as the first tear drop landed on Andrew’s shoulder he was instantly awake and knew why it was there. He turned and took Scott into his arms and held on to him and silently cried with him as the love of anyone’s life sobbed his heart out.
After a long time and totally exhausted Scott turned and for the first and only time it would be Scott laying with Andrew behind him with his arms around his body giving him all the comfort he needed and from the only person in his life that could give it anyway.
“Say anything and your dead.” It was morning and Scott was facing Andrew with their arms around one another.
“I love you. Am I dead now?” Scott asked.
“I will let you off this time. I love you too, hang on a minute.” Andrew lifted Scott’s head and got his “dead” arm free. “That’s been there all night. God knows what’s in your head Scott, but its sure heavy.”
“I keep all my love in there for you, so of course it’s heavy.”
“That is so…, SO fucking awful. Vomit is the word to describe that shit.”
“Fuck off, you are American and you lot lap up all the sentimental shit. We British don’t go in for that, we just take it all on the chin and hope an Andrew comes our way so we can live again.”
“That’s even worse!”
They kissed for a long time, which will be of no surprise and while they kissed Andrew was happy about Scott getting back to normal and at the same time planning his next move.
“Let’s get back to normal.” He said. “Whose turn is it to fuck who?” Andrew had indeed got them back to normal and although he bloody well knew it was Scott’s turn he took advantage of the situation and he fucked Scott. Some days later he owned up to his deception and allowed Scott to fuck him for a whole two days just to make up for it. So who lost? No fucking idea, but they certainly both won!
Scott turned off the main road and drove towards the village and just before they got to it stopped at the gates waiting for them to open.
Andrew sat next to him staring at the house and wondering what was happening to him. He was looking at a huge Elizabethan house built in 1585 in all its original splendour. Little did Andrew know then that the house he was looking at was over 400 years old and the beams that held the whole structure up was at least 100 years older. Just before the gates were fully opened for Scott to drive through, Andrew made his first comment about what was before him in the way many American’s would.
“Geeze man, that’s fucking awesome!” Scott stalled the awesome Mustang as he was laughing so much.
“Welcome Andrew, it is so nice to see you again.” Andrew took William’s hand and tried to remember the fit and good looking man he had first met in Dalvik. William had changed so much and it was hard not to show his shock at seeing him as he was now. William knew he would have a problem and tried to relax things a bit.
“Andrew I maybe in a wheel chair and a bit useless physically but I am here because of Scott and he is here because of you. I know Jean would say the same thing and tell you not to be upset and she would add that you two behave and don’t make too much noise when you go to bed.”
“Thank you William, it’s great to see you again and we won’t, Scott promises.”
They were in bed with Andrew laying on Scott’s shoulder with Andrew in deep thought and for the first time like this neither of them had a hardon even though both of them held each other’s cock. Scott waited knowing Andrew needed to think things through but also knowing he may need help.
“Andrew, say what you are thinking. I know you are having lots of thoughts and possibly doubts, just tell me please.”
“Can I think some more Scott? It’s got nothing to do with us or my love for you, I just need to work all this out in my head before I tell you what I’m thinking, ok?”
“Course its ok, but while you’re thinking, don’t let go.”
“Shut up, I’m a man and men can’t do two things at the same time.” Scott waited as he assumed Andrew was thinking but was getting hard as Andrew continued to stroke him. He was now at full erection and Andrew turned his back to Scott and fed the whole lot into him. Scott was putty and just went along with Andrew’s need to “think.”
“I’m cumming Andrew.”
Scott pulled him in tight as his entire body froze and once again ejaculated into his man time and time again. That bought Andrew to his own end and afterwards yet another set of sheets would need to visit the washing machine.
“I love the way you need to think Andrew. You can think as much as you want if it means we keep doing this.” They had turned to face one another kissing gently and Scott waiting for Andrew’s thoughts to come out. “Say what you need to love please, but I’m guessing some of it, I’m beginning to know you much better now and you should know if there is something on your mind, don’t keep it to yourself, please.” Andrew kissed Scott for some time and then pulled Scott up so they were sitting facing one another two feet apart. Andrew held both of Scott’s hands, lent forward and kissed him again.
“When the news came through about the attack, mom and I stayed up all night waiting for more news. Eventually it was confirmed that it wasn’t crew but your mom and dad. Scott we were all very upset and it took ages for us to even imagine how you were dealing with it all. It won’t surprise you to know my family thought so highly of you and your parents and I know even more because of us. Mom already knew of my feelings and she said the same to me as I guess your mother would have said and that was “give it time.” I didn’t need time, I already knew how I felt and when the attack happened I just assumed it would all finish between us and that sounds so selfish. Scott I have to admit I was as upset at the possibility of losing you as you were about losing your mother and having a very sick father.
When we got back in contact and you told me about your plans for the ship and me having the chance of being part of her I could not be happier just knowing I would be with you, apart from that I am ashamed to say now I really had not thought too much about what the role of the ship would be and what my role would be either. All I could think about, I was going be with you and that’s all I wanted. That was until we had our week together that has turned out to be the best week of my entire life, but then coming to your home and meeting William it’s been a life changing time. I am now much closer to what you have been through, and are still going through and why you need to do something about safeguarding other lives and your ships. Scott, I just want to say I want to be with you, not just because I love you, but as important to be a part of what you and William want to achieve in stopping anyone else’s family having to go through what you two are going through.” There was a long pause and Scott knew there was more to come. He kissed Andrew and waited. “Don’t just take me on because you love me Scott, take me on because I want to be a part, no matter how small, of what you want to achieve and know I am more than 100% behind you.”
“Finished?” Scott kissed Andrew.
“Yes.” Andrew kissed Scott.
“Thanks Andrew. There is some way to go before we are ready and I want us to be able to sail within a year, but knowing we are together will mean I have you and dad to make it all work and it will, I promise you. Once we are at sea and escorting good ships and men, I will have the means to stop anyone taking another life. We will go to the yard tomorrow and I can show you exactly how the conversion will be done, but don’t expect much as she is still a shell, but the plans are ahead of time and once they are complete the work starts in overdrive. But the thing I want to say and I hope you want to hear, me old ship mate, you will become the second engineer and train to become a seaman as we go, mainly by me and I will be teaching you navigation as well. You are going to be very busy.”
“You have a lot of faith in me and you don’t even know if I’m any good. I am, but you don’t know that.”
“Oh trust me Andrew, I know alright.”
“Any idea who the first engineer will be?”
“No, nor the rest of the crew, but I have the advert ready and will be sending it out very soon. Do you want to know which publications?”
“Every gay magazine and journal in the country and I’m hoping many gay men and women from the Royal Navy, Merchant Navy and experienced private sailors who are also gay read it. Mum said some time ago when we were thinking about converting the Hauksson into a research ship it would be great to have an all gay crew and that’s what I want.”
“Right, in that case I will be keeping an eye on you Captain Fuck believe me.”
On the same day as the advert appeared the phones in the personnel department did not stop ringing and of the 850 who rang, 250 application forms were sent out.
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