M/V Lady Jean Peterson
Chapter 25
By BobbyG
The newlyweds went to every guest in turn and repeated their thanks, the last of which was to their families and spent some time with both sets together, again including Brenda. There was not one handshake but plenty of hugs as both left to go to their room. They went out of the marque with yet more applause following them and made their way to the hall which was ready for the guests. The dining table was a mass of food and drink with the traditional wedding cake taking centre stage, all three tiers of it. They went round shaking hands with the catering staff and thanked them for their great work and after even more photo's, Scott pinched a bottle of champagne in it's ice bucket and two glasses and went up stairs to the bedroom and put the bucket on a table. "Before we get out of uniform we need to pop the cork, but more important, come here, husband."
If you have time to make a coffee, take the dog for a pee, or ring a friend? Then that's roughly the same time that these two cuddled together and just kissed the man he adored beyond all adorable. They spoke softly to one another declaring their love as they undressed the man they could no longer live without.
Jackets, bowtie's, shirts and trousers were removed by a husband which landed in a heap on the floor. That left the pair of them in briefs only, but neither wanted to go down to (yank) them off because both of them knew they could very well miss the celebrations going on down below! Instead they pushed both briefs down which joined the mess on the floor!
They toasted one another, did shit loads of more kissing and promises of "love for life," after which Andrew took his man to the shower and for the next half hour or so both washed his husband from top to tail, then back again, there were no erections, they both wanted to save them for later, silly sods!
They dressed one another for the first time as married men which took some time and most of it focused on tucking a rather lovely man bit into a tight white brief, then Andrew taking it out again for a quick BJ. It had to end.
"Andrew, if you don't stop we will never get to the party let alone London." _________________________________________________
It's been six months now since Kevin past away and I know he would be telling me off for not continuing with the LJP. So, I will try and get back into it and continue to the end. I just hope any readers left will continue to enjoy the story. _________________________________________________
Now dressed In their 501's, pink short sleeved shirts and white trainers, they were ready to go back down, but to complete their dress Scott wore a Stars and Strips bow tie and Andrew the Union Jack. Their reception was as enthusiastic as all other times only this one was much more relaxed and the beginnings of a great party was to be had by all. There was one more official bit that Scott needed to carry out which would take place after he and Andrew had cut the cake. Meantime it was mingling, chatting, dancing and a fair amount of drinking.
"Whiskey Andrew?"
"Piss off." And it's said romance is dying!?
They wandered around together talking to every guest and just having a fun time but Andrew knew that Scott was looking at the time. "Scott?"
"Yes oh lucky one?"
"Shut up. I know you want us to get away."
"How?"
"You keep squeezing my hand."
"Oh, sorry but your right as usual." He led the way to the table and picked up his great grandfathers naval sword and raised it above his head. Everyone got into place and with Andrew's hand on Scott's they made the first cut while guests took a few hundred photos as this beautiful pair smiled back.
Wedding cake and champagne is a great mix and as they eat and drank Scott steered Andrew closer to the stage and after shaking hands with the six gay boy band, "The Mistakes," who were brilliant, Scott took the microphone, the room went quiet.
"I must honestly say I wanted to stay all night but him indoors insists we leave in half an hour, but before we go I need to ask one of you a great favour and it's to you Brenda Dad and I ask that favour. "As most of you know the Ocean Shipping Company is about to take delivery of her thirteenth ship and of course there is no way she will be named Ocean Thirteen, we would never be able to crew her so therefore Dad and I have found the perfect name which we hope will take place in three months time and Brenda, dad and I invite you to carry out the naming when the Lady Jean comes back home after the next sailing. Brenda stood there with a huge smile on her face, not being able to say anything. "We can take that as a yes then Brenda?" He and Andrew went to her and cuddled after which she went to William. "Thank you, thank you both so much." What Brenda would not know then, she would be naming her own ship!
It took quite some time going to parents, brothers, sisters, crew, friends and guests to thank them and say goodbye. They would only be gone for four days, but the break would do the pair of them the world of good, but even then they would not be able to spend their short honeymoon on their own.
Both sons and their families spent the last few minuets all together during which time the Bushman's were invited to come to the launching which was received with their usual enthusiasm. And then one last word with Paul. "All sorted Paul?"
"Yes Skip, I will be digging this lot out of their beds at 7 tomorrow morning and we wont stop until the Jean is ready for when you come back, it's all organised."
"I'm just pleased I won't be there, sounds like hard work." They shook hands and followed the crowd out to be sent off and with cheers ringing in their ears they at last laid back with Andrew settled onto Scott's shoulder with neither of them wanting to say anything for some time. It would take about two hours to get to the flat which would give them both time to relax and enjoy being by themselves at last. The partition was up and they were quite private.
"Love you Andrew." Andrew picked up Scott's hand and kissed it. "Love you too Scott. What a time! But so pleased it's over and just us now. He spoke too soon.
The intercom clicked on. "Gentlemen, sorry to interrupt but I am sure we are being followed. Would you like me to speed up captain?" Scott had become well known to do the opposite to what could be expected. "No Charlie, pull over on the hard shoulder and stop."
"That's him, the black BMW."
"Okay, catch him up and take his registration number then just carry on to the flat and let him waste fuel."
"Aye aye captain." Charlie was ex Royal Navy.
Scott forgot the BMW and helped Andrew to also forget by telling him what he was going to do when they got to the flat, it was quite detailed and Andrew was becoming more than interested until they heard a cough. "Sorry captain but you still have your intercom on!" For the next few miles all Charlie could hear was side splitting laughter coming from behind him!
They thanked Charlie who wished them a very happy honeymoon and would pick them up on the Thursday, "unless you need more time gentlemen? Oh, by the way that's the registration number of that bloke." They waved Charlie off and wished in some ways it could be longer.
Once the door had closed they melted together and there they would be for a very long time but all the while slowly heading towards the bedroom as they undressed one another leaving a trail of laundry behind them! Finally they arrived, naked and ready. Andrew kicked the door closed and for the first time since telling their story, we are left on the other side of it which given recent personal history I am hopeful readers will understand. What we will know is that the scene on their side of the door was one of beauty as our two lovely men made love to one another for the first time as a married couple starting in the shower until an hour and a half later...........they were back in it! Meanwhile the guy in the black BMW had already driven off and would be back early the next day. He was in for a very long wait.
Sunday arrived around midnight and after another shower at 2 o'clock their bodies refused to cooperate further and both fell into an exhausted but happy sleep, still wrapped up together.
On the dot of 11 31 24 am Scott woke up busting for pee, after that he jumped back into bed only to see Andrew fly out of bed to carry out the same procedure. "Good morning husband, how's your cock?"
"Morning husband, it's fine and ready, how's yours?"
On the dot of 14 25 10they had yet another shower then went to the kitchen. "Ok Scotty, you cook anything and I will clean up the mess you made when we got here." Scott did as he was told and began to cook a full English breakfast. Andrew came in wearing his bow tie and loaded the washing machine then went to his husband and put his on.
"Why do we need these?"
"It's Sunday."
"And?"
"It's rude to be completely naked on Sundays, it's the American way."
"How bloody sad are you lot!"
"Sad enough to marry a Limey I guess. Scotty stay quiet while your loosing."
"Okay."
Back in bed they planned the rest of the day, eventually.
"Ok my captain, when your quite finished what are we going to do tonight? That's nice by the way." Fifteen minutes later Scott replied. "Going to book a table at "Bobby's" in Soho for seven. We loved it there when I was a kid and I know you will." Scott got out of bed and went to the window.
"That gives us plenty of time to continue getting to know one another better then big boy."
"Nope, come here please Andrew." They stood together holding one another's bits. "Look down and tell me what you see."
"I could look down at the bed and know we are not in it and wonder why the fuck not!"
"Look down now or I will throw you out."
"Oh lovely, domestic abuse raises it's ugly head already and we aint been married 24 hours yet."
"Please Andrew."
"Oh shit your being serious, ok I'm looking down at the BMW that was following us right?"
"Right and we need to find out why. I will book a table for seven o'clock and we walk out at six, he will of course follow us. Hope he has a nice time sitting at the bar when we get to "Bobby's." Scott looked at the clock. "We have three hours before we have to go out, any ideas?" They took their bow ties off and now naked thought up some really good ones.
Six pm arrived and both now fully dressed left the apartment block and headed towards "Bobby's."
"Ok Senior Captain Peterson what's the routine in these undercover operations, I missed my weeks crash course with the CIA but I expect you taught the MI5 cause your SOOOO Jimmy Bond." Andrew looked at his man and blinked his lashes at Scott who blinked back and smiled in that patronising way most get pissed off about, but this was Andrew on his honeymoon and oblivious to anything negative.
"He will follow us to Bobby's and will wait at the bar and send a note asking us to meet up after our meal. We will meet after our meal and he will tell us he wants to sail with us and film a documentary about the Lady Jean and her crew. He will ask to stay for at least two sailings and will no doubt love being with a mostly gay crew because I know he is. He will be good looking and I guess in his early twenties." They walked on not saying a word but Andrew thinking. "Your just guessing Scotty and your hoping you are right just to try to impress me."
"Bet you a fuck I'm right though Andrex."
"Well that's going to happen anyway, so bet me something less obvious."
"Ok, if I'm right we have a threesome with him."
"Oh, ok that sounds good, hope your right in that case." A slight panic raised it's head.
"I was joking dick head."
"I wasn't meat head!" Scott kept quiet for the rest of the way except to raise Andrew's hand quite a lot to kiss it!
They were recognised by just about everyone when they were shown to their table and for the first time like this heard whispered comments all of which seemed positive. They sat down and tried to ignore the looks many were giving them and the only way to do that was to focus on one another, which they would have done anyway and just talked their heads off going over all that that had happened during the past few days. It was easy and both husbands totally relaxed and able to forget their new found celebrity status.
They had just finished the first course when their waiter came over to pour more champagne and also to give them a note. "A gentleman at the bar asked if you would read this captain."
"Thank you Thomas, um what does he look like?"
"Well captain, according to the head barman he says he is a very polite and fine looking gentleman, he says in his mid twenties or younger. But sir we will get rid of him if you say the word." Thomas left leaving Scott to read the note. Andrew watched and saw a smile come across Scott's face. "Bugger, you got it right haven't you!" Scott handed Andrew the note, "Yep, got it right my lovely man." Andrew read the note.
Hello Scott and Andrew, my name is Barnes Willis and I am a documentary film maker, not that I have made one on my own yet but have been involved in several others. I know this is a cheek but I just thought I would try my luck in the hope you would like to listen to what this good looking 23 year old, gay young man hopes to achieve with your cooperation. As I say, I'm being cheeky, but I'm not sorry. Congratulations about everything. Barney.
"Well, what will you do?"
"Lets meet him if you agree."
"He seems nice and sounds very confident Scott, course I agree but no threesomes, that was just me being silly."
"Lets stop that daft talk and this evening is only about us, not meeting that guy."
"I'm fine about that but I know we both want to meet him because he maybe useful to us and what YOU want to achieve. Lets talk to this guy and afterwards go back and make love until Charlie comes to pick us up on Thursday."
"Good answer, well thought out." Thomas was told to put Barnes's drinks on his tab and offer him snacks and also pen and paper. That was bought to him and he wrote a brief note, folded it and handed it to Andrew. "Only read that when I tell you please my love."
"Yes Captain anything you say Captain. Up your ass Captain!"
"Later my love, but I think it best you don't do it in here."
An hour later they made their way to the bar to meet this guy who had been shown a table with the remains of cucumber sandwiches and other bits plus an unopened bottle of champagne. They shook hands with Barnes and the three sat down and waited for the bottle to be opened and poured out. Scott came straight to the point. "Andrew and I got married, um, shit is this still Sunday Andrew?"
"Yes it is and you know bloody well it is, just get on with it." Scott looked at this guy and knew he had got the first guess right, Barnes was very good looking, shorter than he imagined, but what seemed to be a "fit" body, but looked 18, not 23.
"Ok Barnes we are going to give you 15 minutes of our honeymoon which will be the only one either of us will have and it's for only four days, so Barnes this had better be important. Ok, your turn."
"Thank you so much both of you. I really didn't expect to even get this far and as I have only got 15 minutes I will just blurt it out."
"You have now got 30 minutes, carry on." Barnes took a swig of the bubbly and smiled at the newly weds and at the same time became very confident after weeks of thinking about what he hoped to achieve.
"I hope to be allowed to sail with you and make a documentary about your ship, the captain and all of the crew and their duties and responsibilities. I want to tell your story as an independent journalist and film maker without opinion. I have followed you since the rescue of the Icelanders and have watched and read all I can find out about you captain and what your ship is about. You have received some negative press which is the way they sell copy but I hope to assure you all I want is to tell a story through film and my words and, even though this will not sound too convincing, I will tell it as any situation is filmed without judgment, just let viewers see it as it happens. All I would be doing is voicing a running commentary on what is happening but also film the ordinary running of the ship. You had millions of viewers during the attack on your ship and the O1 and I must say I could not keep my eyes off the telly but also knew you had been hacked. Ok, if I can sail with you there maybe situations when you are engaged with pirates that I would hope to film, but as important tell a story about all those on board. NOT personal stuff, just about them as professional crew members who sail with you captain. And yeah I will be honest, I hope to make shit loads of money making a doco about you. Here is a folder which will tell you all about me and if and when you read it I hope it will go some way to prove I am genuine. That's it, thanks for not chucking me out." Scott thought it through and smiled at Barnes. "Thanks for that and I will read the folder then pass it on to our people who will be carrying out various checks on you including what work you have been involved in. After they get back to me, I will phone you and let you know your future. Thanks for the meeting but now I have to get Andrew back, we have a game of scrabble to finish off."
"Thanks for your time and listening to me." They stood up and shook hands and watched Barnes leave.
"Sounds promising Scott, I like him." Andrew took the note out and read it, "told you!" It said. He kissed his man. "Come on, lets finish that game of scrabble." ____________________________________________________________
winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk It's good to be back, I just hope readers pick it up from the last chapter I sent in. Just to repeat my thanks for the many well wishers during Kevin's illness. I dedicate this story to him. RIP my man