Unwanted Realizations

Chapter Four

Even as he thought it though he knew that he couldn't leave. Reaching back with a shaky hand James found the wall and leaned back against it. His eyes were riveted to the bed as the rocking of Jack’s hips became faster. Just as James was about to let a moan slip of his own Jack suddenly rolled off of his copy. Both James and his duplicate made a sound of protest, but Jack was already gripping his copy gently and turning him to his side. James felt a groan slip past his lips as this inadvertently gave him a direct view of what was happening. Jack spooned up behind his duplicate and started to lift up his nightshirt. As the dark hands moved the material higher up, the pirate gently explored the copy’s neck with his lips.

After only a few moments the material was under the duplicate’s arms and Jack leaned back long enough to yank the fabric over the copy’s head. The material was send behind Jack to be lost among the bed covers. The hand that had been holding the nightshirt now joined the second hand which was already running up and down the duplicate’s body. James was so lost in what he was seeing he didn't realize what his own body was doing until he felt himself cry out in pleasure. Looking down in shock he discovered that not only was he straining against his pants, but that his hand had ventured over his erection to relieve some of the pressure. James quickly yanked his hand away feeling his face heat in embarrassment. A loud moan drew his attention upward once again and he gasped when he saw Jack playing with the copy’s right nipple. The hand was skimming over the little pale pink bud and every now and then Jack would let his nail skim over it’s surface.

James let his eyes fall downward to see Jack’s other hand sliding up and down the duplicate’s left thigh. It was a teasing touch. Just out of reach of what the copy really wanted touched. That thought quickly made something click into place. His eyes darted back up to watch the duplicate arch his back as the tormented piece of flesh was twisted slightly. James found himself hard pressed to believe that such a small part of the body could cause such a reaction. Not quite believing what he was seeing he reached up and gently touched his nipple through the light fabric of his shirt. He gasped in surprise as a shock of pleasure streaked through his body.

Letting his eyes go to the copy’s face he suddenly found it plausible that his duplicate could be finding so much pleasure in the act. As James watched he was unable to stop himself from touching his chest as his copy continued to writhe against Jack. After what felt like an eternity Jack released the gasping duplicate and leaned over him looking in the nightstand for something. James felt a little irritated. He couldn't understand why Jack would stop so suddenly. He also refused to admit that part of the reason for his frustration was currently straining painfully against his pants. It was only a moment though, before Jack returned to his place on the bed with a jar of oil. James was still trying to figure out what the oil was for when Jack uncorked the bottle and then proceeded to lift up his copy’s left leg.

The pirate carefully bent it slightly and then put the duplicate’s foot behind his thigh. James felt his face flame again when he saw how exposed his copy was in this position. Not thinking that his face could get any redder, he was proved wrong when he watched Jack sink one oily finger into an area, that James never would have fathomed venturing into. He was not by any stretch of the imagination ignorant to the fact that some sailors, even his own men, found comfort in one another on a long voyage. He just didn't know the mechanics until this moment. He felt his arousal flagging. He didn't see how that couldn't be painful. So needless to say he was surprised when his duplicate moaned softly.

James let his eyes go to his copy’s face and watched closely as three fingers were added. He did see a slight twinge of pain on the entry of the third finger, but the majority of his expression showed nothing but bliss. James’s eyes were drawn downward again when he saw Jack shifting out of the corner of his eye. He looked down just in time to see the pirate moving his body closer and it only took him a moment to realize that Jack had entered the duplicate’s body. Too aroused and overwhelmed to stand any longer he let himself slide down the wall to the floor. His face was so hot he could feel stands of hair sticking wetly to the back of his neck and his temples. The heat only increased as he watched Jack start to rock against his copy slowly. The pirate had one hand on the pale thigh slung over his own thigh.

No doubt ensuring that his duplicate stay in place and open to his ministrations. The other hand was underneath his copy’s side and was wrapped loosely around the engorged erection. It stroked the heated skin lazily and spread the pre-come dripping from the tip down the length of the erection. His duplicate seemed to be lost in the sensations. The copy’s eyes were closed, one hand grabbing onto Jack’s hand at his thigh, and the other hand gripping the pillow with tearing force. A strangled cry ripping from James’s throat he let his hand dive for the front of his pants. He was beyond feeling embarrassed or ashamed. He was beyond lying to himself that he didn't need to come just as badly as his duplicate on Jack’s bed.


TBC..