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Talk it through (as a crew)

Chapter 2: Ed x original male character

Summary:

Ed buys a favor from the night watchman in the washhouse.

ft. a minor appearance from one of our favorite twins.

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He and Stede had only been at that camp for a few days, but Ed read the room on day one. His ever-persistent habit of analyzing those around him had saved his life more than once, and even after conceding to this new reality on the first day, that unconscious pattern recognition never turned off. 

He’d clocked the man on guard tonight, Basil, by dinner the first night. He had an ease about him, carried himself loosely, spoke with an inflection he’d grown accustomed to from Lucius. He had little doubt in his mind, that man was gay. This part being crucial to the success of the coming fuckery. 

The dinghy was secured, bags packed, and night was falling fast. An hour before the rounds changed, Ed tracked Basil to the washhouse, where the younger man was shaving. Ed peered through the window on the shack. Basil stood in front of one of two small basins set on a table in front of hand-sized round mirrors, tacked to the wall. As he shaved he flicked the shaving cream off of his straight razor into the tub of water. He rinsed his face after finishing, and dumped the water down the drain in the center of the metal floor. As Basil continued his grooming, Ed quietly sidestepped into the space. Basil glanced up at a moment, before turning back to cleaning his nails. 

“So, you been here long, Basil?” Ed asked. 

Basil paused for a moment, “Got ‘ere last month. S’why I’m charged with looking over yer lot a few hours fer watch each night.” 

 

“Would ya say the ones running this place are fair? Should I be expecting anything unusual or the typical bullshit from the officers?” Ed sidled up next to Basil, taking a fresh towel from his shoulder to wipe down his face and neck. 

 

Basil stopped and turned. “Yer a queer one aren’t ya? Most of the newbies won’t look at anyone o’s been ‘ere longer than ‘em,“ he said looking Ed over. 

 

Ed faced Basil, leaning on the counter. “More than a few things queer about me mate,” he chided, winking.  

 

Basil’s eyebrows raised. Ed stepped forward. 

 

“Ballsy move from someone who just met a man,” Basil chided, not backing up. 

 

“That’s a thing about me mate, I’m good at reading folks,” Ed reached a hand to place on Basil’s chest, trailing it over the unbuttoned shirt and down his chest, letting his eyes fall lower, “Based on my read, you may be amicable to an agreement of a certain type.” 

 

Basil exhaled deeply, not breaking his gaze at Ed’s face, “What’d’ya have in mind?”

 

Ed smirked, “A friend of mine, Bonnet, and I, have a past. Been trying to get some alone time, if you catch my drift. Just need  you to wake him up towards the end of your watch, and escort him outside, so’s not to raise suspicion.” He rested a hand on Basil’s hip, digging his thumb into the crease between Basil’s thigh and stomach. 

 

Basil swallowed hard. “If you’s get caught, I had nothin’ to do with it?”  

 

“Precisely,” chuckled Ed. 

 

Ed leaned forward and planted a small kiss on Basil’s lips, to which the man responded by reaching a hand up and tangling his fist in Ed’s hair, wrenching the man’s head back. Ed let himself whine.

 

Basil exhaled deeply, and Ed felt the hot air on his neck. “This’d better be quick, someone could walk in,”  he growled, and smashed his lips against Ed’s. It was messy, Basil shoving his tongue into Ed’s mouth. Ed tried to reciprocate, and Basil cut the kiss short by pushing Ed back, and reaching down to fumble with the buttons on his trousers. Ed took over and deftly unfastened the man’s fly, dropping the front of the pants. Basil was already half-hard, and Ed palmed his cock through the fabric of his shirt. Basil leaned into the touch, groaning. Puling the bunched shirt from between Basil’s legs, Ed freed the other man’s dick, continuing to stroke him until he stood fully erect.

 

Ed smiled. This was simpler than he’d thought. He sank a gentle bite into Basil’s neck before he sank down, trailing his hands down Basil’s body.

 

Basil was more slender than Stede, flushed bright pink. The head of his cock was red, already glistening at the tip. 

 

“Been a while since you’ve had any?” 

 

Basil nodded. 

 

Ed gave Basil a few more gentle strokes, running his fingers over the tip of his dick. Basil shuddered and stifled a groan. 

 

Ed worked quickly, licking up Basil’s length from base to tip, pressing his tongue flat across the head, tasting the saltiness and musk on the man. He made his eyes wide, and looked up at Basil, who was watching with intent as Ed worked his tongue up, around, and back down. 

 

Basil balled Ed’s hair in his fist again, and groaned loudly. 

“Shh,” Ed hushed, licking once more up the other man’s length before downing his length in one go. 

 

Basil cursed as he bucked his hips forward. Ed kept his teeth covered, and relaxed his throat as he bobbed his head up and down, taking all of Basil on each descent. 

 

The fist tightened in his hair, as Basil thrusted into his mouth, picking up pace rapidly. Blackbeard steadied himself by wrapping his arms around the other man’s legs, and let himself be roughly handled. Basil lost himself, grunting and moaning loudly, biting on the collar of his shirt to quiet himself as he fucked Ed’s face. 

 

Ed let himself groan, letting the vibration reverberate along the dick in his mouth, eliciting further obscene sounds from Basil. It wasn’t long before Basil’s movements picked dup and eventually became erratic as he spilled down Ed’s throat. As he pulled back, Ed made a show of licking his lips and swallowing. Basil stood, panting for a moment, before refastening his pants. 

 

Ed stood, and winked at Basil. “Much obliged mate.” He turned to leave, Basil stopped him, “Make sure to let your mate know I’ll wake him, don’t want to get swung on.” 

 

“Of course,” Ed said. 

 

“And, uh, if the two’s of you are ever interested in spending some time together, let me know,” Basil stammered out, his face blushing.

 

Ed nodded, “Sure mate.” He slipped out of the washhouse, intent on scouting out the docks, before noticing Chauncey Badminton, standing, pale-faced, a dozen steps from the washhouse. 

 

Ed winked at him, ‘Anything goes at sea mate.” 

 

Chauncy opened and shut his mouth wordlessly a few times before Ed walked past him, on to his next task.