cabin boy 101

Thierry hadn’t realized it was the middle of the night; in fact, he barely remembered how he made it to his usual cabana on the beach. He wasn’t even properly clothed, wearing nothing more than a pair of boxer shorts. For some reason the night air wasn’t enough to snap him out of current state. Thierry felt an array of emotions with the dominating ones being lost and scared. 

When Jack’s voice sounded against the crashing waves, Thierry was able to lift his head to make out his silhouette. He had been huddled in the cabana in a tight ball, crying his eyes out for quite some time. “Jack…” he managed to reply in a somewhat shaky voice. “How did…?” He blinked his eyes a few times in attempt to focus. “I’m scared…so I ran.” Perhaps a bad dream had sent him into flight. Often times it was difficult for Thierry to pinpoint the cause of his episodes. They just…happened.

Jack immediately noticed the tears on his boyfriend’s face and like clockwork he was taking his sweatshirt off and putting it over Thierry’s head before taking a seat and pulling Thierry into his chest, his hand starting to rub the other’s back in a slow rhythm. “It’s okay. I’m here.” He didn’t understand. He wasn’t sure he would be able to understand but he figured now wasn’t exactly the time to ask questions and if there was someone who was best at acting without thinking too hard it was Jack. 

He tried to keep his breathing as steady as possible even if he was internally freaking out slightly. For once he knew he needed to be the rock here and if there was anyone he could be that for it was the man in his arms right now. “Just breathe for a minute. You’re okay.” He finally murmured softly.

Lorne was just finishing up his shift in the canteen. Dinner was over, so the dining room was mostly empty. Glancing up as he heard the door open, he spotted someone entering the hall. “You just missed out on dinner” he informed the other person. “But if you like I can see if I can find you something” he added. Technically anyone who missed mealtimes was supposed to make do with whatever snacks the cooks left out, but Lorne was feeling generous.

Jack groaned. Missing dinner meant he would have to cook for himself or see if Thierry would but he didn’t want to bother Thierry as soon as he got off work. He knew he shouldn’t have taken a late nap. His eyebrows rose at the offer and it took him barely a second to respond. “Would you really? I would owe you greatly. I’m just such a shit cook most things I make are half unedible.”

      “Do you know what my fucking job is?” the blonde countered with a purse of her lips behind a harsh smile. “Because last time I checked, you weren’t the pirate that inducted me into my service here. Nor my babysitter.” Astrid’s eyes moved away from his, skimming faces as they walked past the pair. “Yes, I’m sure your kind get up to all sorts of mischief. Including kidnapping royals. You can go play by yourself.” 

“Well no, but I could look it up. I also do know what all the jobs are on the island and you’re not currently doing any of them....so it looks like your’e not doing your job.” He stated again, shrugging his shoulders. “Didn’t say I was. Just said you don’t look busy so you probably got time to hang.” The cabin boy offered, chuckling softly. “I mean, yeah. And while I haven’t technically been kidnapped myself, I did get imprisoned as a kid so I kind of know what it’s like. I was in a jail cell though and this island has a lot to enjoy.” He hummed, motioning around himself. “Sure you don’t want to explore the possibilities?” 

“Thierry?” He questioned, his voice slightly raspy from not being used in a long time. “What’s going on love? Is everything alright?”

      The stranger’s shout for attention startled Astrid, drawing a sharp glance from her in his direction. Already, the Norwegian woman regretted wandering outside her room. “I’m busy,” she lied, disinterest highlighting her features. “And why would I want to help you with anything?”

Jack thought he was calling out to a pirate but upon a closer look he quickly realized he was wrong. And that maybe he needed glasses. But there were a few royals he enjoyed the company of, maybe this new one would fall into that category. His eyebrow did quip at his reply. “Busy? You don’t look like you’re doing your job and well, outside of that there can’t be much for you to do.” He shrugged his shoulders at the question. “Why wouldn’t you? Could be fun. Most things I do are.”

Though Hunter was never one to bother someone else, especially when they seemed to be preoccupied with something else and even more especially when they are a pirate; but the prince was at a disadvantage here. He had absolutely no idea where anything is. This is why when the other offered directions, his unhesitating response was, “Actually, that would be great - ya.”

Jack nodded his head and started walking in the direction of the Tulach House. “I’ll walk ya there. It’ll be easier and you’ll be able to pay attention to the surroundings and remember where you’re at instead of worrying that you’re doing a step wrong. I’m Jack by the way.”

“Sounds like a plan!” Leila beamed. She grabbed an empty shot glass and clanked it with Jack’s. “I’m always free. I come here and then I go home, that’s it.” She mused. 

“Oh come on. Pretty girl like you has got to have the occasional plan.” HE teased. “Hell, I pull off having plans and I’m annoying as hell.”

“Sounds like a plan!” Leila said grinning at the idea. “Let me know when and where and I will be there. I’m always up for drinks.” 

“Alright.” Jack held his drink up to that. “You might need to remind me of these plans later when I’m a little more sober but my schedule stays pretty free.”

A dry laugh cursed through Hunter’s lips, shaking his head he looked down at his dirty hands. “A vacation isn’t the word I would describe this.” Clearing his throat, he looked back up at the other. “Perhaps another time - I feel more like washing up, if I can, than pulling pranks on some poor saps.” 

Jack shrugged his shoulders. “To each their own but this is nicer than any vacation I’ve ever been on.” He offered before nodding his head in agreement. “Need help getting to the Tulach House? I can give ya directions.”

Their passionate kiss was very out in the open, but Thierry couldn’t contain himself. When it came to Jack he was always so turned on ever since their first time together. It was insanely difficult not to want him all the time. “Mmm, I believe so,” he smiled and let out a moan at Jack’s teeth grazing his earlobe. As if he weren’t already turned on this only amplified that. “Back to our villa or somewhere more public?” He asked, liking the sound of the latter. Thierry wasn’t buzzed but he didn’t have any qualms about getting it on in a place where they could get caught. “Maybe not where there’s too much sand. Just so you know I get a turn in fucking you too.” His dick was so hard at the thought that it was practically bursting out of his shorts. Jack’s words did little to halt that arousal, but rather making it engorge more. “It’s a first for me too. I’ve never felt a love like this before. What we have is very special, ma moitié,” he admitted, followed by another kiss. His hands now moved under Jack’s shirt to lift if from his frame.

Jack groaned softly at the offer that was just given to him by the other. “Somewhere more public is an option?” He asked, his curiosity piqued to the extreme and that bulge in his pants straining just at the thought. Jack laughed, probably too much, at the comment Thierry made about sand. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll be sure to find a place with little sand. Maybe on the porch of the Tulach House?” There wasn’t likely to be anyone hanging out around there during this time but there would always be the chance that a royal leaving the party early would happen upon them. “You can take all the turns you want, whenever you want.” It was what made their relationship even more amazing. The sexual chemistry definitely hadn’t faltered. As the fabric was removed from his skin, he leaned in more to the other and pulled him closer. “We need to get over there soon though because I’m not going to be able to last much longer.”

Genuinely listening to the other go on about what the island has to offer - Hunter was honestly starting to wonder what kind of kidnappers were they? Who kidnaps someone and offers the amount of things the other was listing? What was the point…the hassle to kidnap royals? Though, the man’s specialty was knowing medicine and the body - not the mind. Which is why he gave up pretending to know that actual answers behind his own questions and said, 

“Or the so-called masterplan you were coming up with? Everything you listed and yet you seem bored of them?”

Jack shrugged his shoulders. “I’m used to being on a boat and seeing the world and I’ve been on this island or an island for like two years now so I’ve gotten quite used to it. But it’s all new for you so it’s kind of like a little vacation right?”

Hearing Jack’s idea - he did have to laugh, just because it’s a prank that’s semi-old but works every damn time. Well, the poppers not so much on putting them on the toilet seat. “That’s actually brilliant.” Gabe started. “Though have you thought out, how we’ll be there to catch their reaction?” Back home, Gabe and his best friend used to always pull pranks on their other friends, their families, and strangers. It was just funny…granted you get a few crabs who didn’t think it was funny. “I’m in - though if you aren’t afraid of heights - I think I found a few other ways to scare…not only the royals.” 

Jack grinned, happy to hear that the other was at least entertained at the thought of his prank. Hell, he was beaming when he was called brilliant. It wasn’t normally a word applied to him. “I haven’t actually.” But that was a great idea. “I’ll have to think of something. You got any ideas?” Jack was grinning from ear to ear that someone he genuinely looked up to wasn’t tearing him down for doing something fun and actually wanted to join in. “I’m not afraid of heights at all.” How could he be with the life he grew up in? Now his grin was eager. “You’ve got to fill me in. I’m all ears.”

Leila pursed her lips forward and nodded. She was relieved to find out that he wasn’t an angry drunk as she hated dealing with those types of guys in the bar. “Nothing wrong with that. I like happy drunks. I am a happy drunk myself! Also, everything is funnier when drunk, so I’m sure others find you funny when they’re drunk.”

Jack nodded his head, his smile basically glued to his face as it normally was even when he was sober. “I wouldn’t go that far but you can get drunk around me some time and let me know.” He offered, shrugging his shoulders playfully.