Jim was really playing it up, and Frank still wasn't sure that he believed him, that he was a captain. That still sounded like fucking shit or something. He had a good voice for command, but so did Frank. And a lot of experience, too. Maybe they both did. Frank was much more likely to believe that Jim was thirty than he was that he was a captain.

"Aren't you just a horny fucker," he teased. He didn't mind. He'd been screwing around with a lot of teenagers recently, and honestly, he wasn't far behind when it came down to the wire.

Frank brought his hands up to grab Jim's. It was gentle, but firm. He pulled him off, and pinned his wrists to the bed. Captain or not, Frank liked the look of Jim pinned down like that, especially when he squirmed his hips.