Three

Elliot opened the door to a tiny cabin opposite the captain’s and ducked his head as he passed through. Declan crowded in after him. The cabin held a short bunk along the starboard side and a small table bolted to the wall perpendicular to the bunk, a spindly wooden chair pushed under it. A tiny washbasin was in the opposite corner. 

Declan eyed the bunk. “How the hell did you sleep on that?” It was obviously meant for a man much shorter than Elliot’s six-foot-three frame. 

Elliot snorted. “I didn’t. Every time I tried, one leg or the other fell asleep. I finally gave up and read with the book propped against my knees.”

Declan decided to assume that explained the purple shadows under Elliot’s eyes. He worried about Elliot’s nightmares returning while he was away but Elliot hated when he fussed over him. 

The cabin was hardly big enough for the both of them, but Declan didn’t care about that when Elliot perched his ass on the edge of the bunk platform and tugged Declan closer until his crotch was right in front of Elliot’s face. 

He undid Declan’s trousers with quick fingers and drew Declan’s cock out. He licked the tip with little, quick kitten licks, until Declan threaded his fingers in Elliot’s hair. 

“Jesus, Ellie,” he breathed out, and Elliot grinned up at him. Keeping his eyes turned up, meeting Declan’s, and the tip of Declan’s cock between his lips, he braced his hands on the bunk’s edge. 

Declan tightened his grip in Elliot’s hair, and pushed into his mouth, over his tongue, and bumped against the back of his throat. Elliot’s cheeks hollowed as Declan pulled back. His head was heavy in Declan’s hands as he pushed back in.

All the times Elliot had sucked him off and it never failed to tighten something tender and hot in his chest to watch his cock disappear between Elliot’s lips. 

Elliot shifted his ass backwards and leaned forward enough that the head of Declan’s cock slipped into his throat. His face was red and a few tears slid from the corners of his eyes, but he was still gazing up at Declan. Declan used the pad of a thumb to wipe the wetness away. 

Elliot inhaled deeply through his nose and swallowed, his throat closing around Declan’s cock. 

“El,” Declan warned, in a low, gruff tone he barely heard over the pounding of his blood in his ears. Elliot raised his eyebrows and swallowed again. 

That was it. Declan held as still as he could while his orgasm ripped through him, his vision whiting out and his brain shredding in his skull.