Stede opened the door to the flat and gasped in awe. The lights were out and candles were sitting lit on every surface, casting a warm glow on the space.
"Darling?" Stede called out.
Who should be darling?
Ed came out wearing one of Stede's saucier robes holding two wine glasses.
"What's all this for, Dear?"
Stede was running through all the possible occasions in his head. It wasn't one of their birthdays. Not their anniversary. Neither of the days they met.
Ed counted the earlier day when he met a passed out Stede. And Stede counted the latter because of his waking up to Ed's beautiful face.
"Do I need a reason?" Ed asked as he handed Stede one of the glasses.
Stede thought a moment.
"No, of course not, but this is quite a surprise...Feels like an occasion."
Stede took a sip of the offered drink. Champagne, but not one of the bottles from Stede's stash.
Ed took a drink too, then set his glass down.
"Let's get you comfy, huh?" He said, ignoring Stede's questioning expression for now. He unbuttoned Stede's coat and slid it off his shoulders. The he untied Stede's tie and popped open the first couple of buttons of his shirt. Ed couldn't help nosing at Stede's now bare neck.
"Shoes, Dear."
Stede hurried to comply, toeing off his wingtips vigorously and nearly throwing them behind him.
Ed turned and started towards their bedroom. Stede watched as Ed dropped the robe in his wake.
He hadn't expected the leather straps framing his ass nor the delicate chains that glinted in the candle light. Stede's mouth was watering and he was held in place, spellbound by Ed's beauty.
Ed disappeared into their room.
"Come along." Ed's voice called out to him.
Stede shook out of his stupor and practically ran to follow after his partner.
Ed had layed put on their bed, showing off the front of his ensemble. Stede wanted to lick every inch of skin on display. He stalked to the bed and Ed pulled him in for a blistering kiss.
"So you like it?" Ed teasingly asked.
Stede nodded. "Very much."
Ed pulled him in for another kiss.
"Good." Ed grinned cheerily.
Stede reached out to touch, but Ed stopped him.
"Be a dear and go put out all those candles, then you can come back and touch all you want."
"The cruelty!" Stede cried.
"Better safe than sorry. Go on, I'm not going anywhere."
Stede hurried out to do as he'd been told.
He loved him. He loved this silly, beautiful, sexy man. Stede was going to have to do some shopping of his own, soon.
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#noangstnov Day 24: date night #steddyhands
Izzy's turn to pick a date night activity for the trio and he's feeling unsure what to do
It was Izzy's turn to plan date night, and he was...not feeling great about that. They'd gotten into a groove with them. Stede usually picked something cultural like a play or museum. Ed something fun and make-out friendly like the drive-in.
And Izzy usually opted for a night in and a homemade dinner.
Izzy worried it (and he) was too boring for his partners.
He isn't flashy and fancy like Stede. He isn't fun and flirty like Ed. Izzy is just...Izzy.
#noangstnov
Day 22: cozy #ouizzy
Izzy heard some muffled knocking and then the yelling signaling Frenchie was here.
"Babe! Babe! Open up!"
Izzy pulled the door open to Frenchie holding more things than seemed possible.
A blanket fell from the top of the precarious tower onto Izzy's head
"Oops, sorry, but if you could grab some of this I'd appreciate it."
Izzy was weak to Frenchie's shit-eating grin.
"Alright...Give it here."
"Cheers m'dear!" Frenchie replied with a quick kiss to Izzy's cheek.
"What is all of this?"
"Well, first night in your new place so I figured you wouldn't really have unpacked anything, yet. And you're you, so I figured you'd also be stressed about that.
Edward Teach had a lot of regrets. Big ones, small ones and every size in between. He knew he couldn't fix any of those mistakes. And he wouldn't given the choice. His past was set, and all of it led him to Stede.
Finding Stede was worth all the regret, all the torment.
But he could try and make amends. Slowly, carefully he thought through his crimes and he made a list.
First was Fang.
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The puppy was cute; small, pink and piggish. The mother had been one of those hairless beasts and the father a fancy English toy that had sewed its oats all over the island. It was scruffy and more friendly than was smart.
The trip is a disaster from the start. Stede packs two suitcases for the weekend "just in case" and Ed's in a sour mood because "nature is gross."
Izzy had been planning a solo trip, but Stede had asked to go and he'd been too weak to argue. He knew Stede would hate camping the way Izzy liked. And where Stede went, Ed followed these days, and Ed would absolutely hate it.
The plan had been to leave Friday morning by 9, but Ed had slept in and then Stede insisted they needed to eat a full breakfast before hitting the road. So they didn't get in the car until noon.
"Israel, darling, what are you doing?"
Izzy rolled his eyes, but didn't respond.
Stede slapped his cheek.
"I asked you a question."
Izzy started to mumble a response, but Stede slapped him again.
"Don't talk with your mouth full."
Izzy released Stede's cock with an obscene slurp.
"What the fuck does it look like?"
He leaned in to suck Stede's prick back in his mouth, but Stede stopped him.
"I know what it looks like, Darling. You look fantastic on your knees like this. Doesn't he, Sweetness?"
Ed nodded from the chair across from them, eyes wide.
"You two look so hot like that. Could watch you all day."
"Thank you, Dear," Stede responded with a saccharine look to Ed. He looked back down to Izzy with his slack jaw, and flushed cheeks. His expression was utterly fond.
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Day 19: comfort
It's too bloody cold.
Izzy hasn't seen his breathe in the air since he left England, and he hasn't missed it.
Any skin touching the frigid air burns and he can't help shaking, his body reminding him that staying still means death.
Most of the crew has hidden below, huddling together to share their meagre warmth and ample supply of rum. Izzy curses them for hiding and himself for not joining them.
The only person seemingly unaffected is Buttons, and after sailing with the odd man for months, Izzy isn't surprised.
He motions to Izzy, indicating he has the ship handled for now. Izzy heads below, ready to shiver through the night in his cot.