Bound, Unbound, Undress
When Alan Baringer lost the duel Sven Jiordson had challenged him to, it meant staying aboard the Merry Swallow without any further escape attempts. The wound from Sven's sword was minor and had left a small scar. Whenever the tiny voice in the back of Alan's head told him to break his promise and leave, the scar itched and Alan kept his word.
One night Sven pressed his lips to Alan's scar, perhaps as a silent apology for leaving the mark. Alan knew that kiss would keep him bound to Sven more surely than the wound he'd inflicted ever had.
Alan wondered if Sven had ever heard that old saying about loving things and letting them go and having them come back.
When Alan was given his freedom, the first thing he'd done was run back to the
Merry Swallow. He'd claimed he needed a place to stay, but he suspected the only person who bought that excuse was Sven. Ian had the most annoying smirk on his face when he welcomed Alan back. "I'll let the captain show you to his quarters," he said. Alan felt his face turn red with embarrassment and Ian couldn't quite contain his laughter.
The
Merry Swallow was in port and Sven had a planetside meeting with Admiral Jiordson that afternoon. Alan and Ian sat back and watched him fuss with his uniform.
"I do love a man in uniform," Alan said.
"Really?" Ian said, crushing out his cigarette. "I love a man
out of uniform."
They exchanged looks with each other and then turned their gazes to Sven.
"Huh?" Sven looked like the proverbial deer in the headlights.
Sven was over an hour late for his meeting with the admiral, but even his father's yelling couldn't wipe the dreamy grin off his face.
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