Fair Trade
Erotic short. A passenger on a sail ship makes an unwitting trade with a sailor on watch.
1.6k, cis M/M, age difference, oral sex, facefucking, teasing, hair-pulling!
The lad is no sailor, and that’s plain enough to Terry.
Lucas Laidlaw is a young man of twenty-something, the nephew of a friend of one of the fancy officers, but he isn’t fancy himself — Terry gets the impression, although he hasn’t asked, that the boy is being dispatched to the continent that he can’t disgrace the family, fruity little prick as he is.
He makes no attempt to hide it, doesn’t bother to: some of the lads have tried to tease him about it, have made sly digs and comments, but he responds with such bland and unintimidated confidence that they back off with immediacy, no sport or satisfaction to be found in it.
“You mooning over the sailor boys at work, are you, Mr Laidlaw?”
“I hope you weren’t hoping I was mooning over you, sir. My tastes are more exacting than you might satisfy.”
He isn’t cruel about it, doesn’t dig in with his insults — he delivers them smiling and winking, teasing back and meeting any mockery with some of his own, and in such a pleasant and friendly manner that no one takes offence. He might not be a sailor himself…
