By JJ
"Why does it always have to be about Hornblower?"
Jonathan Riley demanded. "I just don'tunderstand it!"
Hornblower? Peter Crittenden raised his dark eyebrows
at the name. Jonathan had dragged him down here to the
dark privacy of the cable tier, and all he wanted to
do was talk about Horatio Hornblower?
"My hair is just as long AND it curls more. My eyes
are just as dreamy." Jonathan blinked a couple of
times as if to prove the point. "What's he got that I
haven't?"
Well his prick is far bigger, Peter thought to
himself, but he was not about to voice that
observation. No, it would not do for Jonathan at this
particular time to know that he, Peter, was intimately
familiar with the size, shape and expertise of
Hornblower's prick. No, that story could wait for
another time and place especially as he hoped that
Jonathan's own small offering would very soon be
buried deep within his...
"Peter, you are not listening to me!"
"I am, I am," Peter assured, wondering once again why
Jonathan had chosen this precise moment to air his
tirade against Horatio Hornblower. After all, here
they were, naked and dripping wet and well soaped up;
couldn't Jonathan think of anything better to do?
"It was always the same with Archie too." Jonathan
moaned, oblivious to Peter's prompting. "Hortaio this,
Horatio that...Why half the time I felt as if Bloody
Hornblower was in the same bed with us."
"I know what you mean." Peter sympathised. He could
almost picture Hornblower beside them now, puppy dog
eyes all serious and solemn, muttering something under
his breath about being out of uniform and the cable
tier being no place to conduct social intercourse.
"Was he like that with you too Peter?" Jonathan asked,
his attention finally settling on the slim figure he
had pinned against the bulkhead.
Peter nodded, and wriggled a little bit. "Oh yes, all
the time." Both of them actually. If it wasn't Archie
going on and on about Horatio, it was Horatio going on
and on about Archie. And now here was Jonathan, doing
exactly the same thing. Peter shook his head. What did
a man have to do to get a little bit of action around
here?
"Then why in God's name do you have to do the same
thing, Peter?" Jonathan asked. He stepped back,
breaking the deiclious contact of fleash on flesh and
folded his arms. "Why did you have strip off all of
your clothes and dance under the water pump just
because Hornblower did?"
Peter blinked. "I...I...is this about me?" Perhaps it
HAD been a mistake to mention Horatio on deck; but it
was the only excuse he could think of at the time and
he DID so want to join in all the fun.
"NO! Aren't you listening...It's about Hornblower!"
Peter sighed in exasperation. "You really don't like
him, do you Jonathan?" Already the seed of a plan
forming in his mind.
Jonathan shook his head. "If I hear his name one more
time I think I will scream!"
"Well you need to exercise his demon, Jonathan. You
can't allow him to spoil all of your fun. You need to
take action and do something to settle the score and
drive all thoughts of Hornblower from your head."
Peter leaned closer allowing their bodies to come
together again. "Do you know what I mean?" Peter poked
his prick at Jonathan's stomach.
"Yes! I know just the thing." Jonathan sprang away,
heading towards the ladder. "I'll write him a really
nasty letter and tell him just what I think of him."
He flashed Peter one last dazzling smile. "OH thank
you so much for the suggestion. You really are a good
friend Peter."
Peter Crittenden watched the final flash of round
smooth arse and long strong legs disappear up the
ladder, and shook his head, wondering how Jonathan
could be so dim.
Still, the day was young and it was pointless to let
all this soap go to waste. Perhaps he should go and
find the Captain? Robert Bell would surely understand.
JJ Feb 2003