Thanks to Redkitty for the title and all her hard work! *lots of hugs and kisses*
Okay, so don’t ask me how I ended up on the Jack/Will bandwagon. I started out bitching about the two of them being together, saying there was no way possible Will could be interested in Jack and then it dawned on me. . .well Will didn’t necessarily have to like Jack. . .it would just be more seduction on Jack’s part! So. . .here’s my contribution to the Jack/Will ‘shippers.
And then I got stuck on it, so I conned my good friend into helping me write it! Yay for friends that love us!
Enjoy!
Oh, PS, there is a mini-poster that accompanies this. . .it can be viewed at www.geocities.com/ibonekoen/JackWillposter.htm
Where There’s A Will, There’s A Way
By Ibonekoen (with assistance from Redkitty)
“We pillage and plunder and don’t give a hoot. Drink up me hearties, yo ho!” Captain Jack Sparrow sang drunkenly as he staggered through the streets of Tortuga. He clutched an empty bottle of rum in one hand while he used his other to gesture like a drunk with palsy as he sang.
It had been a good week for the crew of the Black Pearl. They’d raided several merchant ships in five days and had even looted a ship of the British Navy.
All in all, the crew was feeling pretty damn pleased with themselves, and Jack had given them the night off upon their arrival to Tortuga. He knew not where they were nor what they were doing, but neither did he care. He had his bottle of rum. . .well. . .actually, he needed a new one. Some companionship would be nice as well. . .but he had no doubt that he could find a willing bedmate.
He made his way to his favorite inn, the Skull and Dagger. Entering the establishment, he immediately moved to his usual table, which was in the back of the room in a barely lit corner.
“‘Ello, Jack,” called out the innkeeper, a tall muscular brute who went by the name of Porter.
“Hey Porter,” Jack called back. “I’ll have me usual.”
“A kid was here earlier, lookin’ for ya, Jack,” Porter said as he brought over a tankard of rum.
“Is that so?” Jack said disinterestedly as he tossed Porter a coin.
“Pretty little thing, he was. Real desperate ta see ya,” Porter said.
“Did this kid have a name?” Jack asked.
“Turner,” Porter replied before heading back toward the bar.
Jack paused in mid-sip, his eyes widening. He set his tankard down on the table with a thunk. “Will? Will Turner?” he said.
“‘Less you know of another who’s the spittin’ image of ol’ Bootstrap,” Porter called over his shoulder.
“Well, where’s he stayin’?” Jack demanded, waving Porter back over and flashing two more coins. “Was anybody with him?”
“He was alone,” Porter said, pocketing the coins. “Don’t know where he’s stayin’ though. Ain’t here.”
“Thanks, Porter,” Jack muttered, wrapping his hand around his tankard and staring thoughtfully at the table.
“So, young William Turner’s in Tortuga, lookin’ for me,” he mumbled, lifting his tankard from the table as Porter made his way back to the bar. “And he’s all alone. . .” He raised his tankard to his lips. “That’s int’restin’.” He took a swig of rum from the tankard and set it back down on the table. “That’s very int’restin’.”
******
Anamaria rolled her eyes as she walked down the Pearl’s gangplank. She was headed into Tortuga, intending to stop by and see her family before the Pearl left port. The reason she was rolling her eyes was the young drunk staggering down the dock. She could see he held an almost empty bottle of rum in one hand and he appeared to be mumbling under his breath as he stared at the Pearl.
“Hey!” she called out to him. “There’s nothin’ to see, whelp! Go home!”
He squinted at her in the darkness, his face bathed in moonlight. “Anam’ria?” he slurred.
She frowned, narrowing her eyes. There was something strangely familiar about this boy.
Suddenly it hit her. “Will Turner?” she said in disbelief. “Shouldn’t you be in Port Royal?”
“Left,” he said simply. “Lookin’ fer Jack.”
Anamaria raised an eyebrow. “Jack’s around somewhere. Have ya tried the taverns?”
Will giggled drunkenly.
“Gave th’ tavernsh a good. . . oncshe over,” he slurred. “He washn’t in the bottom of any of the mugsh.”
Anamaria couldn’t help but smile. “Well, I see you’re nearly at the bottom of that bottle of yours,” she said, amused. “Why don’t you come with me? We’ll see if we can’t find Jack.”
Will’s bleary eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“No funny shtuff,” he warned her, shaking a finger at her wildly. “I’m vuln. . . vuln. . . shenshetive right now.”
Anamaria burst out laughing. “Don’t worry, whelp, your virtue is safe with me,” she said. She eyed him critically for a moment. “Though you’d best stick close to me. There’re all sorts in Tortuga who would like a piece or two of you.”
She took him by the arm, gently steering him away from the docks. “So why look for Jack?” she asked. “Shouldn’t you be plannin’ a weddin’ to your bonny lass?”
Will drained the rest of the bottle, and smashed it against the cobblestones of the street.
“That’sh the weddin’,” he explained. “She’sh off t’ marry that Norring. . .”
His head drooped forward a little, then snapped up again. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them slowly.
“Norrington.”
“Oh,” Anamaria said. “Sorry t’ hear that, Will.”
She shrugged. “Eh, you’re better off without her. Even I could tell she weren’t right for you.”
“Shaddup!” Will spat defensively. “Whaddayou know? You don’t know her! Nobody knowsh her like I do!”
He turned toward the dark night waters of the sea.
“ELISHABETH!” he bellowed, then fell over.
Anamaria blinked, staring down at his fallen body for a moment. She had the urge to laugh but didn’t want to hurt the boy’s feelings.
“Sorry, Will,” she said softly, kneeling beside him. “C’mon. Let’s get you back on your feet. Didja try the Skull and Dagger? Jack seems to favor ol’ Porter’s tavern when we’re in port.”
“Mlergh,” Will responded, then threw up. He somehow managed to get himself to his knees, hair plastered against his sweaty face.
Anamaria made a face, sighing. Why was she always the one stuck caring for the drunks? Whether it be Jack or Gibbs, she was always looking out for them. . . Now it seemed she could add Will to the list.
“I think you’ve had mor’n enough to drink, young Will,” she muttered. “Think ya can stand? The S&D ain’t too far away. We can get you cleaned up there.”
“‘m fine,” Will mumbled, then wiped at his mouth. He climbed up Anamaria’s arm, leaned against her, and promptly passed out.
******
“Wake up lad! Step lively!”
Jack’s voice cut through Will’s stupor just before something slapped his cheek, and his head was plunged into a bucket of icy water. Judging by the state of his clothes, it wasn’t the first time.
He gasped at the shocking coldness of the water and nearly inhaled the entire bucket. He shot upward, pulling his head out of the water as he coughed and hacked, aware of a tremendous ache in his head.
“Jack?” he groaned, still hacking up water. “Where ‘m I?”
He faintly remembered rum. . .and Anamaria. . .but beyond that. . .
“Back on the Pearl,” Jack grumbled, pouting because his own drinking had been so rudely interrupted. “Hopefully it’ll keep you out of any more trouble, stop you acting like a lovesick idiot, even though you ARE a lovesick idiot.”
He dropped down to a crouch in the corner.
“So she left you, did she?” he asked. “About bloody time.”
Will glared at him. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” he demanded. “Elizabeth and I were very much in love.”
He frowned. “Or. . .at least. . .I thought we were.” He sighed, feeling miserable. He sank down to the floor, brushing his wet hair out of his face. “She left me for Norrington.”
“Well, that just shows what kind of taste she has, doesn’t it?” Jack snarled, then got to his feet and spread his arms wide. “She was holding you back, Will. Pirates don’t get married!”
“‘m not a pirate,” Will insisted. “‘m a blacksmith. . .who just happens. . .to miss the sea.”
Jack just looked at him.
“Are we going to have this conversation again or do I have to remind you of that ridiculous hat you wore to my execution?” he asked flatly. “Blacksmiths don’t stick their nose in those situations, lad.”
Will looked hurt for a moment. “I thought you liked my hat.”
“No, I said I liked you IN the hat,” Jack responded with a grin.
“Oh,” Will said, nodding. He winced as the movement caused a sharp pain in his head. He rubbed his temple. “Ugh, I don’t see how you drink rum, Jack. I’ve got an awful headache.”
“That’s because you stopped drinkin’ lad, not because you started,” Jack said with a grin.
Will raised an eyebrow, trying to understand the logic in that. “So I suppose you’re wondering why I came to Tortuga,” he said.
“I was assuming it was to find me,” Jack said, his head bobbling in its trademark way. “Am I wrong?”
“No,” Will said, watching Jack. “You’re right.”
He cleared his throat. “I want to join the crew.”
“I thought you were a blacksmith,” Jack said cheekily, then winked at Will.
Will blushed. “I’ve decided a change in profession is in order,” he said. “With Elizabeth marrying Norrington, there’s nothing left for me in Port Royal. And I miss the excitement, Jack. I miss the sea. I guess you were right when you said I had pirate in my blood.”
Jack grinned, flashing his gold teeth.
“Knew you’d come around!” he said, clapping Will on the shoulder. “How about a drink to celebrate?!”
Will hesitated a moment. His head still ached. . .but one couldn’t hurt. . .could it?
“Maybe just one,” he said reluctantly.
Jack spun around happily, then shoved a bottle of rum into Will’s hand. The next hour was spent drinking.
Staggering into the corner, Jack grabbed a mop, yanked the top off, plopped it on his head, then turned around and started prancing toward Will.
“Oh Will!” he breathed femininely. “I’m far too rich to ever marry you!”
He then threw his hands up and shrieked.
“Ahhhh! Pirates! Parley! Parley!”
Will glared at Jack. “Stop,” he said. “That’s not funny, Jack.”
“What are you talking about, whelp? It’s hyshterical,” Jake slurred, spitting a little bit. “Ooh, no wait, this is the best part.”
He cleared his throat, then screwed himself up tall.
“Try wearing a corset,” he said, then burst out laughing.
Will rose to his feet, staggering over to Jack. “I’ll not have you makin’ fun of Elishabeth,” he slurred. He threw a punch aimed. . .or so he thought. . .at Jack’s nose.
Jack looked perplexed as Will’s fist swatted the air in front of him.
“Why not?!” he protested. “It’sh funny!”
“Ish not!” Will hissed, taking another swing at Jack.
This one connected, albeit lightly, and Jack stumbled back. He growled angrily, then rushed back at Will, tackling him clumsily to the deck.
“Gerofme!” Will mumbled as he fell to the deck, Jack’s weight pressing down on him. “You big, smelly pirate!”
He wriggled and squirmed, trying to push Jack off him.
“No, you whiny, pathetic blackSMITH!” Jack responded, spraying Will’s face with spittle.
Will blinked, staring up at Jack. “I am not whiny!” he yelled. Then he cringed as he realized that, in fact, had sounded a bit whiny.
“You’re. . .crushing me,” he groaned, still wriggling. “AND you spit on me!”
“Oooooh, I’m crushing you!” Jack mocked. “Waaaa!”
Will glared up at him. “Would it help if I asked nicely?” he snapped. He was all too quickly becoming aware of how closely their lower bodies were pressed and it was making him uncomfortable.
Jack didn’t seem to be so bothered by it. . .or had he not noticed?
Jack took a moment to rearrange Will’s arms on the floor. When he got them where he wanted them, he patted them decisively.
“A man gets lonely on the high seas, lad,” he said, waxing dramatic. “Things. . . happen. Your father. Now THERE was a pirate!”
He grinned privately, almost leering.
Will blinked, staring up at Jack with a shocked expression on his face. “My. . .father?” he squeaked. He cleared his throat, dropping his voice back down to its normal pitch. “Wha. . .what do you mean, things. . .happen?”
“You really are the spitting image of him,” Jack said, ignoring Will. He brushed the young man’s hair out of his face where it was sticking to his skin.
Will froze, his eyes widening. “Jack. . .” he said nervously, trying to ignore the tingle he’d felt when Jack’s fingertips had brushed his skin. “What are you talking about?”
“You’re so cute when you play coy, Will,” Jack said with an affectionate grin.
Will blinked. “Jack. . .really. . .I’ve no idea what you’re talking about,” he said. “C’mon. Let me up.”
Jack sighed. His breath reeked of rum.
“Alright fine,” he grumbled, then rolled off of the younger man.
Will sat up, very confused. He frowned, turning over in his mind what Jack had said. Men got lonely on the sea. . . Things happen. . .
Will’s eyes widened. Jack didn’t mean. . .he wasn’t. . . Those tales weren’t true. . .were they?
“Jack,” he said slowly. He licked his lips, unsure how to phrase his question.
“Mmm?” Jack grunted. “Bugger off Will. I’m sulking.”
Will frowned. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to make you sulk. . .but I didn’t think the tales about pirates I’d heard were true. I mean, that isn’t physically possible. It can’t be.”
Jack blinked at him, then chuckled.
“What makes you say that, oh worldly expert?” he asked.
Will blushed. “It would hurt. . .wouldn’t it?”
“Not if you’re drunk enough,” Jack said seriously.
Will blinked. He hadn’t been expecting that for an answer. He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but it hadn’t been that. “Oh,” was all he could say.
“So. . .uh. . .you’ve done this before then?” he asked nervously. “With my father. . .”
He shuddered, deciding he’d much rather not think about that.
“Well, no. Not THAT,” Jack admitted, then shrugged. “I wanted to though.”
“Oh,” Will said. Well. . .that made it a little more tolerable.
He chewed his lower lip awkwardly, not sure what to say or do.
“But he was all tangled up with your mother, and now you’re making the exact same mistakes,” Jack continued.
Will frowned. “Well, I don’t think you have to worry about me,” he muttered. “Elizabeth chose Norrington, remember?”
“Don’t tease me Will, I’m fragile,” Jack muttered, looking at his hands.
Will raised an eyebrow. “Sorry,” he mumbled. He frowned, wondering what Jack’s problem was. . .and then his eyes widened.
“Oh. . .” he muttered as he realized what Jack had been going on about. “Ohhhhhh.”
“On deck now, lad?” Jack asked flatly.
“I think so,” Will said, nodding.
He shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other, licking his lips. He wasn’t sure what to say. . .
“I’ve never. . .” he said softly, his face turning red.
“Oh for. . . I KNOW that!” Jack exclaimed, waving frantically.
Will’s blush deepened. “I mean, aside from that kiss with Elizabeth, I’ve never. . .anything,” he muttered.
At that, Jack looked surprised.
“You mean you two never. . .” He wiggled his hand back and forth.
Will shook his head. “She wanted to wait until we were properly married.”
“Like anyone really does THAT,” Jack sniffed.
Will raised an eyebrow. “Well, I abided by her wishes. So I come to you a virgin.”
Jack blinked.
“Does that mean you’re coming to me?” he asked hopefully.
Will blushed. “Yes,” he said nervously. “If you still want me.”
“Whoo!” Jack exclaimed, then gestured wildly toward himself. “Come here lad! Step lively! Quick quick quick!”
Will shyly moved closer to Jack. “I’m not sure where to start,” he said. “I’m assuming with a kiss?”
“Good start!” Jack said, then sprang at Will, tumbling to the deck with him, giggling giddily. He grabbed Will by the sides of the face and kissed him loudly, comically.
Will landed on his back on the deck, stunned more than hurt. He was beginning to think Jack rather liked tackling him. . . He had been about to say just that when Jack kissed him.
He froze for a moment, still unsure. . .this was Jack, for crying out loud! Then he shyly returned the kiss.
Jack giggled against Will’s lips. Weeeee reciprocation! Excellent!
He squeezed the other man’s arms reassuringly, then rolled over, pulling Will on top of him. He liked being on the bottom. Eheheheheheheh!
Will was confused by this sudden reversal of positions, but shrugged it away for the moment. Instead he focused on kissing Jack. It wasn’t so bad. Actually, it was quite nice. The pirate's lips were softer than he’d expected.
Boldly, he ran the tip of his tongue across Jack’s lower lip.
Jack squealed and wriggled eagerly.
“You’re a natural, Will!” he praised gleefully, grabbing at Will’s wet shirt. “But I think you’re overdressed.”
Will smiled, blushing a bit at Jack’s praise. “Care to remedy that?” he asked breathlessly, feeling their lower bodies pressing together. It was an interesting sensation, one that he decided he liked.
“Well I fancy I do,” Jack said, then practically ripped Will’s shirt from his body, cheering triumphantly.
Will grinned, Jack’s silliness quite infectious. He wondered if Jack was always this silly during foreplay. . .
“Now you’re overdressed,” he pointed out. He realized he’d never seen Jack shirtless and suddenly was very intrigued at the idea of seeing the pirate’s naked torso.
“Well do something about it then!” Jack exclaimed, then held his arms up over his head.
Will grinned and eagerly pulled Jack’s shirt over his head. He tossed it aside and then let his eyes roam over Jack’s chest, taking in every inch of the tanned flesh.
“You’re handsome,” he whispered.
“Well, you’re not so bad yourself,” Jack minced, chuckling lustily. He ran his hands up Will’s sides, exploring his body eagerly.
Will shivered, unconsciously pressing his hips into Jack’s as his body responded to his touch. “Jack. . .” he whispered. “Show me what to do.”
“Well you’ve got to get your pants off first,” Jack said, blinking at him. “Otherwise it might chafe a little.”
“Oh. . .right,” Will said, blushing. He fumbled with the laces of his pants, his nervousness making his fingers unsteady.
“You alright there lad? Need a hand?” Jack asked, eyeing Will greedily.
“Yeah, sure,” Will said, licking his lips.
Jack grinned wickedly, then assisted Will out of his remaining clothes. He whistled lowly, looking obviously impressed.
“Very nice,” he said, mainly to himself. “Very, very nice.”
Will cleared his throat, trying not to feel so self-conscious about being naked in front of Jack.
“Your turn,” he said, nodding toward Jack’s pants. He didn’t think he trusted his hands to be steady enough.
Jack had his pants off in the blink of an eye, and was almost immediately greedily sucking on Will’s earlobe. . . just to make sure he didn't lose his will of course. . . and because the boy was nummy.
Will moaned softly, a shiver racing through his body. “Jack,” he groaned, running his hands up the pirate’s arms.
“Will,” Jack echoed in a lusty whisper. His hands crept down the young man’s torso to his groin and started stroking him gently.
Will’s hand tightened on Jack’s shoulder as he thrust forward to meet the older man’s hand. “Jack, oh god,” he moaned. It felt good to have someone other than himself touching him.
He might’ve been naive when it came to sexual relations between men, but he did know a thing or two about relieving pent-up frustrations. . .especially when your pretty fiance refused you.
Jack grinned at him, then rolled him over again onto his back and darted down his body. The next thing Will knew, his manhood was being enveloped by the wet warmth of Jack’s mouth.
Will’s eyes widened and a moan escaped his lips. This was certainly a new sensation! Not that he was complaining, mind you. . .
“Ohhhh,” was all he could manage to say.
Jack grinned as much as he was able. He wasn’t pining for that silly girl now, was he? No one beat Captain Jack Sparrow. Nobody.
But he should be paying more attention to Will’s sparrow. Whoopee!
Will moaned, writhing beneath Jack as he cupped his hand around the back of the pirate’s head, tightening his fingers in his hair. “Jack, Christ!” he groaned.
He shivered. Lord, if he’d known Jack could do THAT, he might’ve left what’s-her-name sooner! Egad!
Jack had so many witty comebacks to that! But his mouth was full! What a pity!
Oh well, back to loading the cannon. Slurp.
Will moaned again, his hips starting to move of their own accord, thrusting upward into Jack’s mouth. “Ohhhh yes,” he panted, feeling a familiar tightening in his lower body. “Jack!”
Jack started humming merrily, adding vibrations to the sensations. The tune was familiar too.
Yo ho yo ho a pirate’s life for me. . .
The vibrations proved to be Will’s undoing. He cried loudly, his body jerking spasmodically as his orgasm overtook his. His eyes rolled back into his head as he moaned ecstatically.
Jack swallowed Will’s seed triumphantly. Bet Elizabeth never did THAT! Eh?! EH?!
. . .
This competition might be becoming a tad unhealthy.
Will collapsed to the deck, panting. “Mmm, Jack,” he sighed, sounding sated. “That was amazin’.”
He was floating blissfully above the rest of the world, having just experienced the best orgasm of his life. He wondered fleetingly if Jack wanted him to return the favor. . .
He blushed, not even knowing where to begin. And what if he messed up?
Jack grinned, then got up on his knees and bowed melodramatically. He then scooped up their clothes, threw them over his shoulder, and offered Will a hand up.
“Let’s take this somewhere with a bed, shall we?” he suggested.
Will took Jack’s hand, smiling as the pirate helped him to his feet. He gave Jack a tender kiss.
“I think that sounds like a good idea,” he said.
Jack grinned, then tugged him toward his quarters. He accidentally stumbled over a bucket, but quickly recovered.
“I meant to do that,” he insisted as he straightened up.
Will giggled, following along after Jack. “Of course you did.”
His face turned red as he realized they were completely naked and he hoped none of the crew members paid them any attention. Then again. . .he supposed there wasn’t much privacy to be had on a ship anyway. Most of them probably already knew what was going on between them.
He wasn’t so sure he found that thought comforting. . .
“Relax, the crew’s on shore leave,” Jack told him. “They’re all good and drunk, and probably whoring. On land.”
Will breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh good,” he said.
Okay, he felt better now. And he did have to admit, walking around naked was kind of liberating. . .
Jack grinned, then opened the door to his cabin.
“After you,” he said chivalrously.
Will smiled, inclining his head at Jack. “Thank you, kind sir,” he said, entering the cabin.
He looked around, smirking at the empty bottles scattered around the room. It was practical, furnished with a bed, a small table and a chest.
“I like it,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at Jack.
Jack responded by smacking Will’s butt, then giving it a greedy squeeze. No point being coy anymore.
“I like it,” he explained with a shrug.
Will gave a startled gasp, blushing slightly, then cleared his throat.
“Jack. . .” he said softly. He had no idea where to start or what was expected of him. . .so he leaned in and gave Jack a kiss. At least he knew he could get that much right.
Jack grinned against Will’s lips, backed him up a little, and closed the door behind them.
“Does that mean you’re game, lad?” he asked eagerly.
“Aye Cap’n,” Will responded, grinning.
“Huzzah!” Jack cheered goofily, then shoved Will down on the bed.
Will fell back onto the bed, grinning up at his captain. “Are you always like this in bed?” he asked.
Jack nodded slowly, greedily feasting his eyes on Will.
He felt a little self-conscious, lying naked on Jack’s bed, but he shivered as he felt Jack’s eyes roaming over his body. “Like what you see, Captain?” he whispered, licking his lips nervously.
“It’s right up there with rum,” Jack said, then tried to wriggle onto the remaining space on the bed next to Will. When he determined he was fighting a losing battle, he gave up and rolled on top of the young man.
Will groaned, feeling his body rub against Jack’s. “Jack. . .” he whispered. “Show me. Teach me how to please you.”
He slid his hands up Jack’s arms and over his shoulders before gliding his fingertips down his back.
Jack closed his eyes and inhaled sharply, reveling in Will’s touch.
“That’s not a bad start,” he murmured quickly.
Feeling pleased with himself, Will continued his exploration, trailing his fingertips along Jack’s spine. He smoothed his hands over Jack’s butt, kneading the flesh as he lightly kissed underneath Jack’s chin.
“Aye, that’s nice Will,” Jack breathed, then ran a hand up Will’s arm. If he didn’t know better, he’d say Will was lying about never doing this before, but it was Will, so the likelihood of him lying was zero.
Will cheered silently as he shivered. He was doing it right! He was relying on his instincts and so far they’d led him right.
Pleased with himself, he continued kneading Jack’s butt as he thrust his hips upward, moaning softly against Jack’s neck.
Jack groaned loudly, hiding his face in the pillow.
“This is killing me, Will,” he panted. “I want you now.”
“What do I have to do?” Will asked, shivering at Jack’s words.
“Well, there’s a few options,” Jack said breathlessly. “It all depends on what you want to do.”
God, if he could think, he might be able to explain this better.
“I’m open to suggestions,” Will said, licking his lips. He was perfectly willing to let Jack have his way with him and tried to convey that to him in a passionate kiss.
“Rull uver,” Jack mumbled against his lips. Fine! He was choosing!
Will gave him another kiss and then did as he said, rolling onto his stomach. He threw a curious glance back over his shoulder, watching Jack. Now what?
Jack grabbed the pillow and stuffed it under Will’s hips, then looked around, found nothing, spit in his palm and rubbed it between Will’s cheeks.
Will raised an eyebrow. Was Jack rubbing his spit into his ass? Um. . .okay. . .
“Is this supposed to feel good?” he mumbled, feeling quite silly.
“No, I’m surprised you’re not shrieking in horrible pain,” Jack said sarcastically.
“Sorry,” Will mumbled, embarrassed. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to be patient and trust Jack.
He hesitated a moment before asking, “Will it hurt a lot?”
“If you have to ask that, lad, you’re not drunk enough,” Jack quipped. He wasn’t really good about setting the mood.
“Oh,” Will said, blushing. He nervously licked his lips.
Jack sighed, then sat back on his heels, putting a hand on Will’s backside. . .well, that was distracting, wasn’t it?
“All right, this is different than I’m accustomed to,” he admitted. “I’m sensing you’re not enjoying yourself anymore.”
“I’m sorry,” Will mumbled. “I’m just. . .nervous.”
Although Jack’s hand did feel nice on his bum. . .
“Change of plan,” Jack announced, then flopped down next to Will, running his hand up Will’s back and into his hair.
“So lad,” he inquired, studying Will intently. “What can we do for those nerves, hmm?”
Will felt a shiver travel down his spine. “That’s a good start,” he said.
“Is it now, Mr. Turner?” Jack asked slyly, grinning. He ran his fingertips along Will’s jaw slowly gauging the other man’s reactions.
“The thing about this sort of thing,” he said, realizing that was probably overuse of the word ‘thing’, but calling it ‘buggery’ would probably make the young man bolt, “is that you really have to want it. That’s rather important.”
“Is it?” Will whispered, his skin tingling. “I do, Jack. Honestly.”
“Kissing might help the nerves.” He blushed. Had he actually said that aloud?
“If you want something, come and take it,” Jack said as his grin widened. “That’s the pirate way, lad. Don’t worry. I promise to bite.”
He clacked his teeth together, the gold glinting dully in the darkened room.
Will licked his lips, then closed the distance between him and Jack. He pressed his lips against Jack’s hesitantly at first, then with growing confidence. He raised a hand to the back of Jack’s head, holding him in place as he kissed him passionately.
Jack’s eyes widened at Will’s eagerness, but he most certainly wasn’t complaining. He was just further convinced that the boy was a natural.
And what an ass! Aieeeeeeee!
Will continued to kiss Jack, thankful the older pirate wasn’t pulling away. That meant he was doing something right! Whoo!
He ran his free hand down Jack’s arm as he flicked his tongue against Jack’s lower lip. This was nice, very nice.
Jack let out a soft, slow chuckle, his thoughts very similar to Will’s, although most certainly more vulgar.
“I’ve wanted to do this since I set eyes on you,” he murmured, then brushed his tongue decadently against Will’s. “Even when you were still claiming to be just a lowly blacksmith. You’re damned sexy with a sword.”
Will shivered, moaning softly. “When I rescued you from hanging in Port Royal, I wanted to go with you,” he confessed. “If Elizabeth hadn’t stepped forward when she did, I would’ve.”
But they weren’t going to talk about Elizabeth. It would spoil the mood.
He slid his tongue against Jack’s, letting his hands roam over the pirate’s body.
“You’re here now, aren’t you?” Jack responded breathily. “You can’t escape me, Will.”
He slid his tongue all the way into Will’s mouth, grasping the younger man by the sides of his face.
Will moaned, pressing closer to Jack as he slid his tongue against Jack’s. There was no way he was going to even try to escape Jack. . .
Jack moaned into Will’s mouth urgently and grabbed both sides of the younger man’s ass, squeezing firmly. His, damn it! Governors’ daughters be damned!
Will moaned again, his tongue engaging Jack’s in a duel. He could feel his ardor rising and silently willed Jack to do something. Anything! Whatever he wanted!
Their bodies began matching the combative nature of their mouths, and Jack grabbed Will’s wrists and pinned him down onto the bed. He half-groaned, half-gasped in spite of himself. Now THAT was a picture.
Will groaned, arching up against Jack. “Please. . .Jack,” he begged.
Their bodies began matching the combative nature of their mouths, and Jack grabbed Will's wrists and pinned him down onto the bed. He half-groaned, half-gasped in spite of himself. Now THAT was a picture.
Will groaned, arching up against Jack. “Please. . .Jack,” he begged.
“Please what?” Jack asked with a grin, then lowered himself to run his tongue up Will’s stomach.
Will moaned, shivering. “Please. . .”
He had no idea what to ask Jack to do. . .sodomize him? That didn’t sound very romantic.
“Do something,” he begged. “Anything.”
Jack chuckled in spite of himself. It’d do.
He shoved the pillow back under Will’s hips, then spread the other man’s legs so he could move in between them. A little spit later and he was beginning to penetrate him.
“You okay, lad?” he asked, genuinely concerned.
“I think so,” Will mumbled, wincing a little. It was a strange sensation. There was pain, that much was true. . .but there was also a slight bit of pleasure too. . .
“Don’t stop,” he whispered.
“I’m really not planning to,” Jack admitted. “It helps if you roll your hips a little, in a circle. Eases things in a might better.”
“All right,” Will said, nodding. He did as Jack suggested and his eyes widened slightly. Oh yes, that did help.
He rolled his hips again, adjusting to this new sensation.
“Better?” Jack asked with a grin. It was pretty obvious, judging by Will’s expression.
Will nodded enthusiastically. “Much better,” he said breathlessly.
“Good,” Jack said, nodding. “Goo. . .oh God!”
His eyes crossed comically. He was obviously enjoying himself.
“Jack,” Will moaned, his own vision going out of focus. Ye gods, he hadn’t known it could feel this good!
“Will!” Jack groaned loudly, lowering his head to rest against Will’s chest as he sunk further into him. “Oh Lord, why didn’t we do this before?!”
Because of Governors’ daughters. Damn them all to the deep!
“I don’t know,” Will moaned, tightening his hand in Jack’s hair as he continued moving his hips. “Oh God, Jack!”
Hell, if this was a perk of being a pirate, then sign him on as a member of the crew!
Jack winced a bit at the hair pulling, but put up with it for the sake of those last few inches. He sighed decadently as he buried himself to the hilt inside Will.
“Oh God in heaven,” Will groaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “Jack. . .Christ. . .”
“Oh no lad, him and I aren’t speaking,” Jack insisted cheekily, shifting his position a little to get more comfortable.
“Jack,” Will groaned, rolling his eyes for entirely different reasons. He drew in a breath as Jack shifted. “Ohhh.”
“Fuck, Jack, please,” he moaned, squirming.
“Are you enjoying this then, my lovely boy?” Jack asked slyly as he withdrew about half way, then eased back in. GoodBYE Elizabeth! Will was walking HIS plank now!
“Yes,” Will gasped breathlessly. “Oh Jack, more! Please!”
He was very quickly getting over Elizabeth. Why, he couldn’t even remember what color her eyes were.
Jack pushed into him again, then pulled Will’s legs up onto his shoulders. Mmm mmm mmm he was a good looking boy.
Will moaned loudly, not caring if anybody heard him. All that mattered was what happened here, between him and Jack.
“Oh yes,” he moaned, forcing his eyes open so that he could stare into Jack’s kohl-lined orbs. “Please.”
Jack growled a little in frustration. Why was Will begging so much? He was starting to feel a nasty bout of conscience.
He moved his hips faster, harder, trying to block that out.
A slight frown creased Will’s forehead as he heard Jack growl, but then the movement of Jack’s hips picked up, leaving Will incapable of doing more than gasping Jack’s name and begging for more.
He could feel it, his passion, his desire, welling up in his body. He needed release. He let his eyes drift closed, his hand unconsciously moving to his erection.
“Allow me,” Jack purred, then moved Will’s hand away and replaced it with his own. “Just relax, lad. Let ol’ Cap’n Jack take care of everything.”
“Ohhhh,” Will moaned, nodding enthusiastically. That had been what he’d wanted. He really had to learn how to ask for these things. . .
Jack chuckled, congratulating himself. He’d won! He’d won! La la lalaaaaaaaaaa la!
He began pumping Will hard, not trusting his own stamina too much. He was a little wound up.
Will moaned loudly, thrusting up against Jack’s hand. “Oh Lord, Jack.”
He arched his back, feeling his climax approaching.
Jack grunted in response, His attention focused on the feeling of being inside Will. His body moved on its own, pounding Will’s hips upward into his hand with every greedy thrust.
Will moved with Jack, rolling his hips as he panted and gasped Jack’s name. He would probably be sore later, but for the moment, he was rapturous.
All too quickly, his pleasure came to a head and he thrashed wildly on the bed, crying out in ecstasy.
Jack allowed his own release to take him, succumbing to a wave of pleasure and relief. He shuddered as his fluids filled Will’s insides, then collapsed on top of the other man, spent.
Will panted heavily, exhausted but completely sated. “Jack, that was. . .incredible.” He wrapped his arms loosely around Jack, resting his hands on the middle of the older pirate’s back.
“Mmm. That it was,” Jack mumbled in response, then promptly passed out. A little too much rum there!
Snore.
Will blinked. Well, that had been abrupt. Though he was feeling a bit tired himself. . .
His eyelids drooped, then closed. He fell asleep, the comforting weight of Jack pressing him down into the mattress. A pirate’s life wasn’t so bad after all. . .
The End