Chocolatiers of the High Winds
by H.B. Kurtzwilde
ISBN: 978-1-61390-049-9
Word Count: 122,000
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Chapter 3: Salvage
Mayport was deeply into a study of Cully’s rutters when the sound of a
siren whooping high above the warehouse broke his concentration. He
knew what it was from hearing it all over the ports when he was
traveling. This was the first time he’d heard an anchor-line warning in
the still of the countryside.
He put the books away as a high-pitched alarm descended somewhere out
in the fields. The strobe threw crazy patterns against the walls, then
the light and noise ended in an anticlimactic thud. He hurried to the
window. With the anchor strobe cut off, he couldn’t see where the ship
might be beyond the trees.
He opened the window and leaned out as he heard the thrum of the
anchor line drawing taut. A disk like a pale moon slowly descended from
the skies. In its glow, he could just barely make out the shape of a
salvage barge hovering on the edge of the trees.
Mayport grabbed his coat and hurried down to the front door. He was
halted by an arm catching him mid-stride. “Friends of yours?” Cully
asked over the roar of the barge coming in to anchor.
“He might still be, if I’m nice enough to him,” Mayport said. “I
guess we’ll see. It’s only a barge, so they’ll need rooms. I guess
they’ll just have to live with the mess too, while they’re here.”
“Your buddies have scared the daylights out of the farmers, and probably the cows too,” Cully said.
“You ought to be singing praises to Heaven. You’ll be going home, if I
have my way. This little hidey hole might be a treasure trove, but it’s
no good to me out in the middle of nowhere.” Mayport pushed his way to
the door and hurried out ahead of the captain.
He ran to the edge of the trees and climbed atop the stone fence as
the flat-bottomed airship came to rest on the grass. The red and black
bladder of the sail began to lose volume as soon as the barge was on the
ground. A familiar figure leaped over the side and hit the ground
running.
Mayport ran to meet Thiervy halfway, hardly protesting when he was
hugged near to breaking. He had half-expected awkward greetings and
apologies. Instead he had the warmth of a trusted friend in his arms.
“I brought the craftsmen you need,” Thiervy said. “The cost will be
something else again. Father will take that barge back from me if I show
my face in New Amsterdam after this. I’ll have to squeeze you for all
you’re worth, or he’ll beat me to a pulp for taking off with it.”
“I hope you do,” Mayport said, and leaned in tight against his thigh.
“I will, but later,” Thiervy said. “Is that your captain? I thought he would be all tan and… um…”
“He hardly leaves the house,” Mayport said. “No guests or occasions. I
don’t know why he leaves the light on. You’re the first one to visit
since I’ve been here.”
“He must be quite mad, after being alone in this wilderness for so
long,” Thiervy said. “Anyway, it’s too dark to show you my treasures. Is
dinner over already?”
“No,” Cully said before Mayport could answer. “Young Master Titus’
guests will soon be welcomed in style. Would you and your crew like a
beer while we wait, Mister…?”
“Thiervy,” he said. “Joseph Thiervy, pilot first class, but here as a shipwright. It’s an honor to meet you, sir.”
“You’re too young for a pilot,” Cully said. “Where did you certify?”
“Charlottesville,” Thiervy said. “I was at a rustic kind of school
when I met Master Titus, but Father didn’t like me coming home smarter
than him. He brought me out and apprenticed me instead. Either way, I’m
not much younger than most pilots. I’d better be a good one by now, or
Father will have my hide for a coat.”
“Don’t call me Master Titus,” Mayport said, not liking the teasing
tone. “Why don’t you both go ahead and see about beer? I’ll stay and
bring the crew on.”
Thiervy let go of him but reluctantly. Cully turned and marched away
into the shadows, with Thiervy tagging at his coattails and chattering a
mile a minute. Mayport shook his head in amusement over his friend. The
crew came down in good order, and were glad to hear news of beer.
Cully had thrown open his second-floor lounge and had lined the bar
with foamy glasses. Thiervy was leaning against the bar looking quite
satisfied with himself. Mayport went over to get his own beer.
“Victory already?” Mayport asked.
“Within hours at most,” Thiervy said. “Or would be, if I wasn’t
preoccupied. Don’t worry for him. He’ll get his turn if he wants it with
me.”
“He’s much in need of it, I think,” Mayport said. “I have to be as
lonely as he is. I would have taken after the locals by now, but they’re
mostly milkmaids and think too much of me. Where’s the fun in that?”
Thiervy laughed, and slid closer to Mayport’s side. “So. What do you need a shipwright for?”
“I don’t need one,” Mayport said. “I’m a spoiled brat and want one. Who’s going to stop me?”
“You’re fooling nobody,” Thiervy said. “You’ve had me haul out
supplies and craftsmen for a Hollander class vessel. You’ve found your
lost ship somewhere around here. I didn’t see her on my way in.”
“She was never lost,” Mayport said. “She’s been completely
disassembled, or so our captain claims. We’ll have to sort through the
junk Father left behind and get what value we can from it.”
“Then you’re not really just being a spoiled brat,” Thiervy said.
“You’ve got plans. I know you’ll go back to New Amsterdam even if you’re
facing a judge. Cully might not let you go home if he knows the truth
of what you’ve run away from.”
“He’s no more than a merchant, trying to get his cargo and head
home,” Mayport said. “I know he’s as suspicious of the chairman as I am.
I can’t prove I’ve been robbed if I don’t go back to make my case. If I
manage to remain a free man, I’ll need Cully more than ever.”
“I’m sure he’s open to persuasion,” Thiervy said. “Better let him
alone for a while, so he can get curious about what we’re doing.”
“You’re the one that has plans for him, not me,” Mayport said. “Happy hunting.”
Thiervy ambled away to meet up with Cully again. The two of them
stayed close through dinner. When rooms had been prepared, Cully
personally conducted Thiervy to his quarters.
Mayport stayed up to play host to the rest of the crew, glad to make
them feel at home. Cully certainly looked better for the company and the
attention he was getting. Thiervy was sure to be better company than
Cully had been getting in recent weeks.
Mayport made sure all the little details on their guests were
handled, then went back to his own room. Only then did he realize he had
spent all evening with his buttons undone and hair in a mess, with his
pencil and pen shoved in among the tousled locks.
“You look as crazy as you are,” Mayport told his reflection.
“You look delicious,” Thiervy said from the bed.
Mayport tried to hide his surprise. “Finished with Cully already? I thought you had stamina.”
“He only wanted to tuck me in,” Thiervy said. “He’s a gentleman. I shouldn’t have been surprised.”
“Good thing I’m not one,” Mayport said. He pulled his shirt off and
turned to face Thiervy. “I hope you don’t expect me to behave.”
Thiervy lifted the blankets back, revealing his perfectly nude body.
He had gained quite a lot of muscle since the last time Mayport had seen
him like this. He smiled at that familiar invitation and peeled out of
his pants. He dove into his soft bed and wrapped himself in Thiervy’s
embrace.
He leaned in and claimed a deep kiss as he slid his knee between
Thiervy’s legs. Thiervy moaned into their kiss and rode eagerly against
Mayport’s thigh. Thiervy grasped at Mayport’s ass, dragging him closer
until his cock snugged down into the narrow curve of hip.
Thiervy tried to push Mayport over onto his back. By pure strength,
there should have been no contest. Mayport stiffened his spine, then
sucked hard on Thiervy’s lower lip. Thiervy’s whole body relaxed into
Mayport’s arms as he was pushed back against the pillows, letting
Mayport have the control he wanted.
Mayport plunged his tongue into Thiervy’s mouth again and again. He
thrust his cock in a steady tease until Thiervy grasped his ass and
pulled him down harder. Mayport laughed into their kiss and rode faster.
“I’ve never seen you so desperate,” Mayport panted against Thiervy’s
lips. “Should I flip you over and make a proper welcome? You feel like
you’re on fire.”
Thiervy worked a hand between them and clasped their cocks together
in a rough grip. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Do you think of it
often?”
Thiervy’s thumb curved around the head of Mayport’s cock and toyed
with the slit until Mayport yelped and twisted his hips. He leaned down
hard and held still until Thiervy quit messing around, and began to
stroke in earnest. Then he leaned in and caught Thiervy’s ear in his
teeth, holding him still for the ride.
“Do I think of you squirming on my cock?” he growled. “Sweating, just like this? Begging for more? Desperate to satisfy me?”
“Yesssssss,” Thiervy hissed as he arched his hips up and drove harder against Mayport’s shaft.
“It never once crossed my mind,” Mayport lied.
Thiervy gave a surprised laugh, then pushed Mayport off him. He
pulled the blankets down and Mayport stretched out on his back. He got
comfortable against the pillows and tucked his hands behind his head,
watching Thiervy in a rare moment of indecision.
Mayport spread his thighs and rolled his hips, letting his cock wag
this way and that. Thiervy pounced like a starving man, pressing his
wide-open mouth to Mayport’s balls and licking all over. Mayport groaned
and rocked his hips higher, chasing the heat of Thiervy’s lips and
tongue.
Mayport kept his gaze fixed on Thiervy’s mouth as it turned red and
puffy with his suckling. Thiervy lapped at and kissed every inch of
Mayport’s shaft. Then he dabbed his tongue at the head, lapping up the
drops of fluid there.
Mayport reached down and fisted his hand into Thiervy’s thick, dark
hair. He tugged only a little, and Thiervy opened wide to take him in
deeper. He kept steady pressure on Thiervy’s hair while Thiervy bobbed
his head up and down, swallowing and gasping as he licked and sucked.
“Come on, you can take it deeper. You out of practice or something?”
Mayport arched his hips, thrusting his cock in a little deeper into
Thiervy’s mouth. Thiervy yelped in a muffled sort of way, but managed to
take what he was given.
Thiervy wrapped his hand around Mayport’s balls and tugged gently,
easing their tension as Mayport thrust deeper. Mayport held Thiervy’s
head steady and fell into their familiar rhythm. He thrust just deep
enough to feel it was too much, but not so rough as to overwhelm that
generous mouth.
Mayport gasped and moaned as his cock seemed to swell and throb.
Thiervy squeezed less gently at his balls and Mayport yelped. He twisted
them both over onto their sides and hooked his leg over Thiervy’s
shoulder, pinning him easily for the taking.
“Touch yourself,” Mayport said, breathless as he drove faster into the yielding grasp of Thiervy’s throat. “Let me see. Do it!”
He felt Thiervy shift around, then his cock was vibrated by a lusty
groan. He lifted his head and could see Thiervy tugging roughly at his
cock. Thiervy was staring up at him, though his eyes were glazed with
pure and burning need.
Mayport reached down and traced the curve of Thiervy’s lips with his
thumb. The tender flesh stretched and relaxed as Mayport slid in and
out. Thiervy groaned, then somehow managed to smile around Mayport’s
thrusts.
Mayport groaned in answer, whole body going tense as he pushed in
deep, then froze as raw pleasure welled up in him. Thiervy swallowed and
swallowed, throat milking Mayport’s cock. His balls quivered then he
howled out his satisfaction as he came.
Mayport jerked and jolted as he poured all his need and lust down into Thiervy. “Swallow it, oh fuck, so damn good!”
Thiervy groaned as he gulped, then his whole body shivered between
Mayport’s thighs. Thiervy broke out in goose bumps all over as he pumped
his come onto the sheets. He leaned back, releasing Mayport’s cock with
an obscene popping noise.
Thiervy kept his mouth open, and Mayport saw the last of his seed
being swallowed down. Then Thiervy grinned, extremely pleased with
himself. Mayport pulled him up onto the pillows again and dove in to
kiss that swollen smile.
They clung together for long, breathless moments. Then Thiervy sat up
and made to crawl out of the bed. Mayport caught him by the arm and
tried to pull him back down.
“I can’t,” Thiervy said, and pulled away.
“But we were just getting started,” Mayport protested.
“I agree,” Thiervy said. “But for tonight, we’re done. My crew is here. I have to be in my own bed if they need me.”
“What are you so afraid of?” Mayport asked. “Why would they care?”
“They wouldn’t,” Thiervy said. “You’re the one that seems to care so
very much. Don’t be so demanding. You don’t really want me to sleep here
anyway.”
Mayport pulled the blankets up and got comfortable against the pillows. “I wasn’t planning on sleep.”
“I know you’re not, but I am,” Thiervy said. “There’s work tomorrow,
even if you sleep through the whole morning. That wreck of yours will
never fly if you keep me preoccupied.”
“I wish you wouldn’t be so practical,” Mayport said. “You’re more fun when you’re being irresponsible.”
Thiervy finished pulling his clothes on and came over to kiss
Mayport. “I promise to be extremely impractical with you very soon.”
Mayport felt his mouth pull down into a pout. “I can tell I’m going
to have to compete with a boat for your attention again. I should have
remembered that before I had you come out here.”
“Yes, you should have,” Thiervy said. “You’ll understand better once
you have one of your own. Are you sure you’re not interested in telling
me where we’re going?”
“New Amsterdam to start, but I hope it’s only a beginning.”
Mayport rolled over onto his side and propped his head on his hands.
“Apparently, there’s a place called May Port somewhere in the south. I
could show you on a globe, but that’s the most I know about it. There’s
something there that my father knew about, hence my ridiculous name.”
“I never thought your name was ridiculous,” Thiervy said. “It sounds
nice to me. Like a safe haven, someplace I’ll always be welcomed.”
Mayport smiled. “You’ve got that much right. I’m glad you’re here. I
need somebody to be practical for me, even when I fight against it.”
“Don’t count on me for that,” Thiervy said. “If my working hours
weren’t at risk, I’d have you tie me to that bedpost and carry on for
the rest of the night.”
