Idea won't leave me alone, thanks to the many pics of young!Haddock. Also, I saw a pic of Tintin having a "why boner?" moment, but I can't find it anymore.
Things had been rather quiet lately. Tintin hadn't uncovered anything that required travel around the globe, so he was staying at Marlinspike at the behest of the Captain. Tintin didn't mind; although he enjoyed his flat very much, the grounds of the Hall gave Snowy ample room to run about as he pleased without possibly breaking anything, and being near his friends to spend the day with them was always a pleasant experience.
The Captain himself had found several old journals belonging to Sir Francis and other ancestors, and was pouring over them in the library, though he would take breaks to eat, sleep and talk to whomever came into the library to talk to him. Professor Calculus was working on something, though he said it was more of a gift for the Captain letting him stay at the Hall rather than to get his name in yet another scientific journal. Nestor was taking his cues from Tintin on when lunch and dinner should be served, since getting both the Captain and the Professor away from their projects took a bit of cajoling and general promises that they wouldn't make headway with empty stomachs.
The peace lasted an entire week. Tintin had been helping Haddock put brightly colored pins in a large map they'd put up on a length of cork board, tracking the sailing paths of several ancestors at once. Professor Calculus had stormed into the library in a flurry of hand-waving, holding two stoppered vials, and shouting his discovery.
"I've got it, I've got it!" Calculus held up the vials in triumph. "My present to you, dear Captain!"
"What is it, Professor?" Tintin looked at the vials, noting with some concern that the fluid contained within didn't seem to be holding to one color, but rather seemed to swirl about within its confines.
"I've found a way to regenerate damaged tissue!" Calculus brandished the vial, holding it out to Haddock. "All those years of drinking, they aren't good for your innards, Captain. Drink these, and you'll be the Master of Marlinspike for a few extra decades, I guarantee it!"
"You...you did this for me?" Captain said quietly, looking at the vials.
"What? No, I don't have to use the facilities at this time, but thank you for your concern," Calculus gave Haddock the vials. "Take one now, and the second after lunch. By tomorrow morning, you'll feel like a new man!"
"Well, I...thank you, my friend!" Haddock boomed so Calculus could hear him, and clapped him on the shoulder. Unstopping one vial, he tossed it back with the same efficiency he did with his whisky. "Whoo! Quite a kick to it!"
"Professor, did you test this...medicine?" Tintin asked, turning Calculus around so that the older man could read his lips.
"Yes, yes, all the animals have come out just fine, with quite a spring in their step too," Calculus smiled. "I even tested it on myself yesterday; only a quarter-dose, of course, since I have already lived rather healthfully, and I do feel a positive effect. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go run some errands."
The Professor left the library, and Haddock clapped a hand on Tintin's shoulder as the younger man frowned.
"What's wrong, lad? Professor's just handed me a fantastic gift that'll make sure I stick around for more of your adventures in intrigue."
"Did you notice anything different about Professor Calculus?" Tintin asked quietly.
"His hair is darker than it was yesterday," Tintin replied, "and all those wrinkles by his eyes are gone."
"Well, he did say he dosed himself," Haddock looked at the remaining vial before dropping it into his pocket, "and I could do with a few less wrinkles myself. Come on then, let's get the rest of this course charted, and then we'll walk about the grounds with Snowy."
Tintin nodded, and what concern he had about the medicine Calculus had made only spiked once more during lunch when Haddock tossed back the second vial, but after carefully observing the Captain and seeing no immediate ill effects, relaxed. Maybe the Professor had come across something revolutionary; after all, he was trying to help a friend live quite a bit longer, and that couldn't result in anything bad, could it?
Tintin got his answer the next morning, when Haddock decided to rouse everybody up with a colorful tirade.
"Billions of blistering blue barnacles! Calculus, you old goat, what did you do to me?!"
Tintin opened his bedroom door to find Haddock stalking down the hall, only dressed in pants...and looking about twenty years younger; no beard, no wrinkles and only the slightest tinge of red on his nose from drinking. No tattoos yet, though his chest was really well defined...
'Wait, what?' the young reporter thought, deliberately looking away from his friend...then down at himself. His usual morning arousal had waned when he'd heard the shouting, but was back full force again. 'But why? The Captain is a friend.' Tintin looked up at Haddock again, and felt his arousal twitch. 'No no no no no, it's the Captain, he's your friend, stop staring stop starting stop-'
"Tintin! Sorry to wake you," Haddock noticed his friend through the partially opened door. Rubbing his neck and grinning, he took a step towards the young man. "Seems you were right to be worried about whatever blasted concoction Calculus gave me."
"Well, to be fair, Captain, you do look like a new man and will be able to be Master of Marlinspike for a few extra decades, as Professor promised," Tintin felt himself blushing. "I'll help you look for him, just...let me get dressed."
"Why are you looking when I'm right - heavens, Captain, is that you?!" Calculus had opened his bedroom door and took in the sight before him. "That didn't happen with any of the animals."
"Just a second," Tintin looked at Calculus, then put a hand in front of his own mouth and said in a soft tone, "Professor, can you hear me?"
"Of course I can hear you, dear boy," Calculus frowned. "Why are you covering your mouth?"
"So you're no longer 'slightly deaf in one ear'?" Haddock looked at Calculus, then to Tintin. "Covered your mouth so he couldn't read your lips, spoke softly, and now he can hear just fine on a quarter dose. Thundering typhoons, I took a whole dose, no wonder I look like this."
"Didn't you look like this 20 years ago?" Tintin asked.
"It was a double-dose," Calculus corrected.
"WHAT?" Haddock turned back to Calculus. "WHY?!"
"Well, I calculated that by how much you drank, all your organs were practically pickled, and in order to restore them to a better-functioning state, you would need a double dose," Calculus replied. "I double-dosed a few rats and mice, and nothing like this happened."
"Have you checked on them recently?" Tintin couldn't take his eyes off of Haddock. "Also, Captain, where did your tattoos go?"
"There was ink all over my bedsheets and bedclothes this morning," Haddock sighed. "Nestor is going to have a fit when he sees them."
"He may have a fit when he sees you," Tintin couldn't help it, he snickered. "I'm going to get dressed. If Nestor faints, I'll cook breakfast in his stead." Tintin closed the door and leaned against it, sighing. He'd thankfully only been visible from about the waist up because of the door. His stupid, stupid morning erection was still there and calling for attention. 'You are going to get me in trouble if you keep getting up over the Captain,' Tintin thought sternly as he stripped down and walked to his bathroom to conduct his morning ablutions. His cock did nothing but bob against his stomach, waiting for attention, which he finally gave after a moment, wanking quickly and steadfastly trying to ignore the fact that every time he closed his eyes, Haddock's youthful frame popped up to assault his senses. Cleaning up after finding his release and dressing, Tintin made his way to the dining room, finding Calculus and Haddock sitting there, and Haddock was blushing.
"Nestor wants to take me out shopping, says my clothes don't fit my new image anymore," Haddock said by way of greeting. He was wearing his blue sweater, and to be fair, it did look a bit baggy on him.
"Well, you are a multi-millionaire, and now you look young," Calculus smiled. "Think of all the ladies you'll be fighting off the advances of, you lucky man!"
"No thanks," Haddock pulled a face, then winked conspiratorially at Tintin before continuing with Calculus. "I'm not exactly the marrying type...though if you take some more of that medicine you made for me, I could pass off all the women on to you. After all, who wouldn't want an internationally known and respected scientist for a husband?"
"Hmmm, something to consider," Calculus nodded. Tintin had to stifle a chuckle as Haddock winked at him again.
"You breakfast, sirs," Nestor glided in, carrying a large tray with various plates of eggs, sausages and fruits.