#blacksailskinkmeme

“If I knew you to be an easily intimidated person, yes. But I do know you, and you’re not.”

Silver had honestly though he was being subtle during the council meeting. He should have known that Flint was watching; he’s always watching Silver, just as Silver is always hyper-aware of Flint’s every move. 

He’s quiet perhaps a tad too long, staring down at his hands. When Flint speaks again, it’s almost hesitant. “If you’re not comfortable...”

“No it’s not - I just don’t know where to even start.”

“I didn’t realize it was such a loaded question,” Flint replies, confused.

Silver glances over at Flint, and it’s the genuine concern on the Captain’s face that puts him at ease, that helps the words flow. 

“When I was a boy, people always told me I looked like my mother. I had her coloring, her nose, her mouth, her curls, even her jaw,” he takes a deep, steadying breath. “But my eyes, and the darkness of my hair, she always said came from my father.”

“I thought you said you never knew your mother,” Flint interrupts, and Silver shoots him a half-hearted glare. Flint’s smirking, though, and so his ire fades. 

“Hush. Don’t you want to hear the story?”

“I’m still not quite sure what this has to do with tonight’s meeting, but do go on.”

Silver nods to himself. “She was a whore, my mother. And, for a time, one of her biggest draws was - was that Blackbeard himself had once been a regular of hers.”

There’s silence for far too long, and when Silver finally works up the courage to look at Flint, the other man’s eyes are almost comically wide. He’s fairly gaping at Silver. 

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

Silver shakes his head. “When she heard word of his return to port she hid from him, let him go to someone else. She wouldn’t have been able to hide her bump. She was fond of him, but she worried how he’d react to - well, me.”

“Silver - this is...I can’t believe this. Why didn’t you say something?”

Silver scoffs. “What would I say? He found a son, in the end, and it wasn’t me. And, quite honestly, now having met the man, I’m fine with that. He’s a pompous ass.”

Meeting Blackbeard - his father - had been one of the most nerve inducing moments of Silver’s life. He hadn’t felt so off-kilter, so anxious in years. And then as he’d reached over to shake Teach’s hand, he’d watched as the older man’s eyes trailed down his body to where his stump met his peg, watched his lips purse in distaste. He watched as his own father assessed him, and found him lacking. Found him unworthy. 

Fuck that.

Flint reaches over, running a hand through Silver’s hair soothingly. “John...”

“Fuck Teach. Fuck him, and quite frankly fuck his dead not-son. Vane was a cunt, and if that’s what Teach brought to the table as a father, then I dodged a bullet. I don’t need anyone but myself,” Silver pauses, thoughtful, then leans his forehead against Flint’s. “And maybe you.”

John seemed to come alive in that moment, he pushed James back, "I want to ride you, so I can watch." James nodded, he re-positioned himself to that John would get the best view then held his length still, licking his lips as John climbed onto him. His hand ran down John's spine as he lowered himself, a whimper leaving John's lips as he settled onto James' length.

James pulled John's hair aside and kissed John's neck, "Have you seen yourself? Taking my cock so good."

"Yeah," John's voice was a whisper, he looked at himself in the mirror and rolled his hips, moaning at the sensation, "Fuck, James. You're cock looks great buried in me." He gripped onto James' thighs and began moving, raising and lowering himself onto James' length; groaning at the feeling and the sight of James' cock entering and leaving him. James held John's hips, thrusting himself upwards to match John's pace and when John felt more comfortable, the sound of James' groans urging him on, he rolled his hips quicker, letting James thrust into him.