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Since the day he met Marty, he always reminded him of his wife. Maybe it was his bulging musles, or his light hair, or his love for alcohol.
He knew it wasn't love, he just loved him as his friend, the same way he loves the other Kestrels. Even if the face that appeared on his wet dream was his Marty, and not her wife.
Maybe it was just lust, after all the time without seeing his wife, it was kind of normal. But Marty was younger than him, probably by a lot -He didn't know for how much, though-
And he would be lying if he said he didn't want to push him to a bed -or even the main couch of the Kestrel house, and let everybody hear him-, and fuck him, fuck him hard and let him know how much lust love he has for him.
Even if Marty was quite flirty, he always backed off. Always just some light touches, some words, but nothing else. And it was annoying as fuck, because it was just sex, and they're pirates, which mades sex even less intimate.
So, what was the problem?
Marty seemed to like Sausage and Kyle more than he liked him, which was also annoying, because he was the first one to put his eyes on the boy -"Creepy eyes" Sausage said, for some reason-, the one to invite him to the Kestrels, and the one who offered him a comfy bed.
So, with all of that, how could be him to blame if one night, after giving him somealcohol, he took advantage of Marty? He gived him everything, EVERYTHING, how could he be so ungrateful to call him a rapist?
Worst of all, Shep and Shelby, the new Kestrels, seemed to be disgusted by that! It didn't make sense, because both Kyle and Sausage seemed to be okay with it. Maybe they were just jealous of him for being Martyn's first on the island, surely, why else could it be?