“Mr. Flint, how could you possibly think such a thing? After I went to such lengths to have you join us this evening, do you really believe I’d simply kill you?”
Us?
Hamilton smiles, seeing the question in his eyes.
“Oh, you didn’t know? I have a guest, one who’s been telling me the most interesting stories. I believe you two have met?”
Hamilton turns to pull back the curtain surrounding the bed, and Flint finds himself suddenly short on breath.
Speaking of vastly underdressed.
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(blacksailskinkmeme (Prompt 316) — Silverflinthamilton: Thomas f---s Silver with Flint watching, restrained.)
there was a prompt on the kinkmeme about blackbeard being silver's dad...you game?
“I hadn’t realized you were such an admirer of Teach’s,” Flint says when they return to their quarters, a small hut shared between the two of them on the edge of the Maroon camp.
“Pardon?” Silver asks, thrown by the question. He sits heavily at the table, taking off his peg as carefully as he can. It doesn’t do much to ease the pain, but he’ll take what he can get.
“Teach. You hardly took your eyes off him.”
“Jealous, are we?” Silver jokes, moving to where Flint’s sitting on the bed and straddling the Captain. He drapes his arms over Flint’s shoulders, smirking. “Don’t like sharing my attention?”
Silver can feel Flint frown as he kisses him; he isn’t surprised to feel hands on his chest, pushing him away gently. “Your attempts at deflection aren’t as sophisticated as I’m used to. Is it truly so difficult for you to talk about Teach?”
Silver sighs, rolling off Flint to sit next to him. “Would you believe me if I said I was just taken aback, meeting a living legend? It’s fucking Blackbeard.”
“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.”
This time, when Flint kisses him, he can feel the smile against his lips.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary: John couldn't keep his eyes away from the guy with beautiful green eyes and fiery red hair; he wanted to know everything about him, yet all his attempts failed.
Rating: General
@blacksailskinkmeme Prompt, #258: Deaf Flint meeting Silver for the first time in a non-cliche way ;)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Explicit
Summary: John surprises James with something new to try.
Prompt Fill for #123, SilverFlint Mirror sex. @blacksailskinkmeme :)
A little NSFW preview below the cut!
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.
James took a glimpse at the mirror too; John's mouth was ajar, letting his groans leave freely, his eyes were blown, the excitement of what was happening evident on his face. James thrust hard and John's head threw back onto James' shoulder, making James gasp out, "Oh God." John rolled his hips with more vigour, wanting to feel every inch of James; getting to see the way James fucked him was already beginning to make him leak. He felt like he was on fire, his hands gripped harder at James' thighs, his stare unwavering even as the pleasure built up within him, he didn't want to miss a moment.
