Part 1 here.

We quickly hide in a locker, holding our breath as someone enters, unaware of our secret encounter. The metal door clangs shut behind us, the sound echoing through the cramped space. I can barely see John's face in the dim light filtering through the small ventilation slats, but I can feel his body pressed tightly against mine, our chests heaving with each shallow breath we take.

The footsteps grow louder, approaching the row of lockers where we're hiding. My heart pounds in my ears, drowning out the distant hum of the ship's engines. I can smell the faint scent of sweat and soap on John's skin, mingling with the metallic tang of fear. His hand finds mine, squeezing it reassuringly, and I squeeze back, trying to steady my racing thoughts.

"Hey, have you seen Jack or John around?" a voice calls out, muffled by the thick metal walls of the locker. It's one of our crewmates, Mike. He's always been nosy, and I can only imagine the trouble he'd cause if he found us like this.

John shakes his head slightly, his eyes wide with panic. I nod, understanding his silent plea for silence. We both hold our breath as Mike's footsteps stop just a few lockers down from ours. The seconds drag on, each one feeling like an eternity.

"Nah, haven't seen them," another voice replies. It's Tom, another sailor. "They probably went to grab some food or something."

Mike grunts in response, his footsteps moving away from our hiding spot. "Alright, well, let me know if you see them. We need to get this report done before the captain finds out we haven't finished it yet."

Tom chuckles. "Yeah, good luck with that. Those two are always up to something."

The footsteps fade, and the locker room falls silent once more. John and I exhale simultaneously, our breaths coming out in ragged gasps. I can feel the tension in his body easing, and I relax a little too, though my heart is still pounding in my chest.

"That was close," John whispers, his voice trembling slightly.

I nod, my throat dry. "Too close."

He shifts slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position in the cramped space. Our bodies are still pressed together, our legs tangled, and I can feel the heat radiating off him. The air in the locker is thick with our mingled scents, and I can hear the faint sound of our breathing, loud in the confined space.

"Do you think they bought it?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

John shrugs, his shoulder brushing against mine. "I don't know. But we should stay hidden until we're sure they're gone."

I nod again, my mind racing with thoughts of what could have happened if we'd been caught. The consequences would have been severe, not just for us, but for the entire crew. But despite the danger, there's a part of me that feels exhilarated, alive in a way I never have before.

John's hand moves from mine, sliding up my arm to rest on my shoulder. His touch is warm, sending a shiver down my spine. I turn my head slightly, meeting his gaze, and see the same mix of fear and excitement in his eyes that I'm feeling.

"Jack," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "I... I don't want this to end."

My breath catches in my throat at his words. I feel a surge of emotion, a longing that I can't quite put into words. "Neither do I," I whisper back, my voice thick with unspoken feelings.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, tentative kiss. It's different from the passionate kisses we shared earlier, more tender, more intimate. I can taste the salt on his lips, feel the roughness of his stubble against my skin. His tongue slips between my lips, exploring my mouth with a gentle urgency that sends a jolt of electricity through me.

Our hands roam over each other's bodies, seeking out the familiar curves and planes, mapping out the territory that has become so familiar in such a short time. John's fingers trace the line of my jaw, then slide down to cup my neck, pulling me closer. I can feel the pulse in his wrist, matching the rhythm of my own heartbeat.

His other hand slides down my back, pressing me tighter against him. I can feel his erection, hard and insistent against my thigh, and I press back, grinding against him slowly. He groans into my mouth, his hips bucking slightly in response.

"Fuck, Jack," he mutters, breaking the kiss to bury his face in the crook of my neck. "You feel so good."

I tilt my head to give him better access, my hands running through his damp hair. "So do you," I breathe, my voice shaky.

He nuzzles against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin lightly before he starts to kiss and lick his way down to my collarbone. The sensation is almost unbearable, a mix of pleasure and pain that makes my toes curl. I can feel my own erection straining against my pants, desperate for release.

John's hand slips down to my waist, fumbling with the button on my jeans. I lift one leg, giving him better access as he yanks my pants down, freeing my aching cock. The cool air hits my skin, making me shiver, but the sensation quickly gives way to the warmth of John's hand wrapping around my shaft.

"Jesus, you're so hard," he murmurs, his fingers stroking me slowly.

I bite back a moan, my head falling forward as I struggle to stay upright. "John, please..."

He releases me, stepping back for a moment to strip off his own pants. I watch in rapt fascination as he kicks them aside, revealing his own throbbing erection. He's bigger than I remembered, and I feel a surge of nervous excitement as he approaches me again.

"Ready?" he asks, his voice hoarse.

I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes."

He positions himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he guides the tip of his cock to my entrance. I clench my fists, bracing myself for the sensation, but when he finally pushes inside, it's almost too much. I cry out, my knees buckling slightly as he fills me completely.

"Shit, you're tight," he groans, his voice strained.

I can only manage a strangled noise in response, my body trembling as he begins to move. His thrusts are slow and deliberate at first, giving me time to adjust to the overwhelming fullness. But as the seconds tick by, he picks up the pace, driving into me with increasing urgency.

The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the small space, punctuated by our ragged breaths and the occasional grunt of effort. I can feel my orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter inside me with each thrust. My vision blurs, and I can barely think straight as John pounds into me, his hands roaming over my body, squeezing my nipples, pinching my skin.

"John, I'm gonna... I'm gonna come," I gasp, my voice breaking.

He grunts in response, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release. "Me too," he panted, his voice strained. "Come with me, babe."

That was all it took. With a final, desperate thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, and I came hard, my entire body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I could feel his hot seed filling me, spilling out around his cock as he emptied himself inside me.

We stayed like that for a moment, both of us panting heavily as we tried to catch our breath. Finally, John pulled out, staggering slightly as he did. I turned to face him, my legs shaky, and saw the satisfied grin on his face.

"Damn, that was... incredible," he said, his voice still rough.

I smiled, reaching out to touch his cheek. "Yeah, it really was."

Part 3 perhaps? let me know.