There were some odd things the army came across sometimes, and the random furniture Lucas had found were just that. It didn't matter too much when there was that particular room on the ship where said furniture could be placed, and Pecola who insisted this was a great idea. She was right, of course - it wasn't really that bad an idea to have such a room around the ship, for relaxing, sitting around, idle chatting or such. Lucas had wandered in today with the idea of some private time to empty his mind off all the war-related things for at least a moment. The fact that certain pirate followed him around didn't make much difference.

Of course, for having any "private time" in a room like this one, Hervey had completely different ideas than the young army leader. Lucas tried to appear as uninterested as he could about the idea about 'testing' the nice seat that was in there. Staying away from said sofa didn't help much, and he voiced his disagreement, telling the pirate that Pecola would be furious if she heard what they had been doing in there.

"Anyone could come here," he told Hervey, attempting to sound as stern and disagreeing as possible. His protests, as reasonable as they were, had not managed to make a difference so far. Not with the other man having him pinned against the fancy table, kissing him and advancing down to his neck, nibbling on him. The pirate's left hand was under Lucas' shirt, and his right hand advanced lower on an attempt to get the younger man's pants open. It was quite obvious the reasoning made no difference. "Are you listening to me at all?"

"Nah don't worry about that, Sigurd's around out there in the corridor," the pirate replied. "He'd figure to keep anyone from entering while we're here! Come on, don't claim you're not interested when you're all like this..." The man managed to get past the belt and slipped a hand into this young lover's pants. Lucas gasped, unable to keep himself from pressing against the other man's touch just a little. He then took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a few seconds, still determined to get his point through.

It was of course quite hard to do so with Hervey's fingers working on his erection already. "That's not my point! This isn't a private room, this is the Ornament Room, and other people use this! We can't start doing this here! Besides," he suddenly figured another good excuse why to refuse his over-enthusiastic lover. "There's nothing here available to use as lubricant, and you know we can't do anything without some. Didn't Sigurd give you a lecture about this?"

Hervey grinned and pulled a small bottle of oil from his pocket, and Lucas kicked himself mentally. Sigurd had indeed given the other pirate such a lecture, and it seemed he had actually managed to hammer it into Hervey's thick skull to carry something at all times. It was quite practical, considering how often Hervey got bad ideas like this one, but right now it worked against the young army leader. "Not a problem!" The pirate exclaimed. "I've got that covered! What did you think, that I'd get ideas like this without being prepared?" He opened the bottle and spread some oil on his fingers then pulled Lucas' pants off.

"It wouldn't be the first time," the younger man replied sarcastically. It was getting even harder to keep up his calm and determined act with Hervey's caresses, and he leaned against the table for support. The older man made things a lot worse by kneeling down and starting to suck him. "That one time back in- You..." Lucas tried. "You, ah, really aren't listening to me... at all, are you, you..."

Hervey was never a man of patience, and with the younger man's responses being favorable, he was already stumbling to get his pants open and to add more oil where it was needed. "Listening to what? Of course I'm listening," the pirate replied, not obviously paying attention. "Come on! Spread your legs a bit, yep just like that. Okay now relax a bit, argh what the hell did Sigurd tell me about this again..."

The older man rambled on as he tried made his attempt to get down into business, and Lucas found himself shutting up and just doing as requested. He didn't really want to do it here, but Hervey was a hopeless case, and sometimes it was just easier to agree to it even if he was about to end up on his back on the table of all things. It wasn't like the young army leader didn't enjoy what his lover was doing, either. Besides, there was one thing that could have easily gotten the pirate to get away from him and to stop - a simple definite word of denial.

It just happened that whatever Lucas kept saying and convincing himself about the wrong location, he just couldn't bring himself to say "no".