The Chronicles of Narnia, Caspian/Edmund, keeping quiet on the boat
Edmund rolled over in his bunk. He knew he should keep his eyes closed, but his curiosity got the better of him. The small glimpse of his surrounding showed him he wasn’t the only one awake. The whites of Caspian’s eyes glowed at him through the darkness first, then the whites of his teeth followed as a smile formed just for him.
They sneaked silently through the ship. The bunks were tiny but more comfortable. However, the Dawn Treader cabin was crowded with Eustace, Lord Drinian, and Lord Bern. It wouldn’t do for any one of them to hear and realize or wake up and see.
The boats they used to go from the ship to the island were mounted on each side of the deck. If they were quiet, in stocking feet and nightshirts, they could get in and have their own little space. The men on watch duty wouldn’t even be able to see them if they kept the boat covered with the canvas tarp. They all probably knew, of course. But even Eustace would not say anything to them about it. It was essential, however, to remain discrete.
In the boat, under the tarp, was warm and musty, hard and awkward. But Edmund had Caspian’s cock to caress and Caspian had Edmund’s body to kiss. They barely noticed any discomfort. There they were just two kings full of desire, two men full of needs, two who had found each other across time, across worlds. It was about the rush of flesh and the sensuality of closeness. They lost themselves to the movement of the ship and the movements of their bodies. Tongues on nipples. Lips on neck. Thighs on thighs. And, sometimes, hands on mouths. They had to be quiet. Edmund slipped inside first, came magnificently, and then rolled over onto his stomach for Caspian to do likewise.
When they were done, they climbed out as silently as they had climbed in. They went to the prow, where the large dragon head cut through the ocean sky. The sail was full and their progress steady. Caspian looked out at into the darkness of the ocean, searching for life, for islands, for anything that would indicate another leg in their voyage. Though the longer it lasted, the less he wanted to find all the missing lords.
Suddenly, Caspian felt Edmund’s arms wrap around his waist from behind. He felt hot breath on the back of his neck, countering the cool, salty breeze coming off the ocean. It was perhaps too close, too intimate, but Edmund was high king and could to do as he liked. And it put a smile on Caspian’s face, which hadn’t had one since Goldwater Island.