"So this wench--yannow--she just goes down, and--" Several men erupt into laughter at the look on the sailor's face and his slightly more than obscene gestures; he's probably the youngest there, and definitely not the most experienced. "I thought, I." He hiccups and takes another drink. "Shit, I though' I was gonna die it felt so good, y'know?"
The other men grin at him and Gerard stares, wide-eyed. "Wait, so her mouth--what?" An older, grizzled sailor chuckles, slapping him on the back. "We need ta find ya somebody, lad, show ya a good time. God, ta have some pretty lady's mouth on ya like that--" Mikey's hand tightens almost painfully around Gerard's, and Gerard gives him a reassuring look. It's okay.
The more time they spend, the more drink the sailors down, until they start talking about anything at all. "But--y'know, on the ship, s'bad luck to have ladies," one explains to another, bleary-eyed. "We gotta make do with who we got." Gerard leans forward a tad, listening intently. "But this one, he likes it, when th'others put their fingers up--" and makes a complicated gesture that makes Gerard blush to think about.
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Date: 2008-03-03 06:46 am (UTC)The other men grin at him and Gerard stares, wide-eyed. "Wait, so her mouth--what?" An older, grizzled sailor chuckles, slapping him on the back. "We need ta find ya somebody, lad, show ya a good time. God, ta have some pretty lady's mouth on ya like that--" Mikey's hand tightens almost painfully around Gerard's, and Gerard gives him a reassuring look. It's okay.
The more time they spend, the more drink the sailors down, until they start talking about anything at all. "But--y'know, on the ship, s'bad luck to have ladies," one explains to another, bleary-eyed. "We gotta make do with who we got." Gerard leans forward a tad, listening intently. "But this one, he likes it, when th'others put their fingers up--" and makes a complicated gesture that makes Gerard blush to think about.