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I didn’t invent the story or the characters. That was Disney. However, I made a few minor improvements on the plot, which I must absolutely and categorically refuse any payment for.
Pleasure
“Yesss,” Jack hissed, and bent to lick the leaking slit again. The flavour exploded on his tongue, all salt and spice and maleness. The finest taste on earth he thought. The round head was now slick with saliva, Jack having licked around and around it while savouring the taste and the velvety stretched-smooth texture.
He slid his fingers down the rigid shaft to the nest of thick, glossy, almost black curls it rose from. His fingers toyed with the hair as his tongue toyed with the swollen head of Will’s cock.
Will was beside himself with pleasure. This was remarkably better than his own hand, and infinitely better than anything he’d imagined. But then again, he’d never imagined a mouth being used on him in quite that fashion.
His whole concept of sex was rather vague, wrapped up in romance and frankly immature niceties. He’d used his hand on himself, and knew he was supposed to go inside his female lover somewhere, and he’d seen various different animals, so he had a rough idea of what that place might look like, although he’d never in actuality seen it on a woman. Not like that.
Most often he thought about soft lips and whispered endearments when he was bringing himself to completion. This was different. Very different.
Jack’s fingers were splayed across his lower belly, with Will’s shaft rising between two of them. The fingers pressed against him, holding him down on the bed. Jack’s other hand wandered over his hip and stomach in long, soothing strokes.
With a sudden, impulsive movement Jack took all of Will’s cock into his mouth. Will raised his head dazedly to see his long shaft disappearing into the pirate’s open mouth. Black eyes stared up at him, blazing.
Up on deck, Mr. Cotton pulled with all his might on the lashing holding some barrels to the base of the mast, trying desperately to keep from being thrown overboard in the gale. He stopped in his efforts for a moment to better listen to the low, desperate moan issuing from directly beneath him. He grimaced. He didn’t know what Captain Sparrow was doing to that poor lad, but he would bet it involved the captain’s lovely pink tongue.
Jack sucked the length to the back of his throat. It had been a while since he’d indulged in behaviour of this ilk. He’d been suffering from reduced circumstances for some time, and it wasn’t very often such a beautiful young man presented himself to a notorious rogue such as himself, short on resources and what have you. But out of practice or not, he was determined to take the whole of young Mr. Turner into his mouth at once.
Was this normal? Will didn’t care. He never wanted it to end. He wanted this devastating heat, this exquisite suction, and this delirious pleasure to last forever. He struggled not to buck his hips and choke the handsome pirate.
Had he really thought that? Yes, Captain Jack Sparrow was handsome, Will would have freely admitted it, had he been capable of lucid speech. Problem was he could only babble disjointedly, words randomly escaping his lips, words that he’d never uttered before. He would have been shocked to listen to himself. It was fortunate all he could hear was the pounding of his own heart and the roar of the waves outside.
He felt the pressure rising to unbearable levels and realized he was about to release into Jack’s mouth. Unthinkable!
He pushed his hands against the pirate’s ratted hair and scrabbled backwards on the hard be.
“No,” he whispered, horrified at what he’d been about to do.
Jack was stunned when the delicious and utterly lovely cock pulled away from his lips. Away? That was the wrong direction!
The confusion on Will’s face explained it all. Of course, the boy’d never done this before. He was going to peak, and he didn’t know it was what Jack wanted. He had no clue how much Jack wanted him to explode between his lips, to fill his mouth with his delectable cream. He probably didn’t even realize his cream was delectable.
Will was trembling again and shaking his head, and pushing Jack away. Ashamed again? More like terrified. Silly boy. This was getting tiresome. Even if the virginal demeanor did have its attractive qualities.
Jack, after a bit of fumbling, managed to grab Will’s flailing hands and hold them close together, against his own chest.
“Shh, luv, I know this is all new and a bit disturbing, eh, but trust me, like, savvy?” He tried to calm his lust enough to smile in a reassuring way, with little success. He had to try, though; he had to calm the lad down enough to be able to get that sinfully delicious cock back into his mouth where it belonged.
He raised Will’s captive hands to his mouth and kissed the knuckles lightly. Turned one hand over and placed a chaste, reassuring kiss on the palm. Trailed his lips up the index finger, placing the lightest possible kiss on the roughened tip. Drew the tip between his lips and swirled his tongue over it. Took the digit deeper into his mouth and sucked delicately.
Will gasped as Jack repeated the treatment on each finger, and then on the other hand. The warmth of his tongue, the wetness of his saliva, the softness of his lips, everything brought the pulsing heat back into Will’s groin with a vengeance. Obviously, there was a connection between his fingers and his cock as well.
Jack dropped one hand down between Will’s legs, under his balls, and cupped it around the tightening sac. Definitely not a eunuch. He stroked the lightly furred skin tenderly.
He was rewarded with a new purr, and the sight of Will’s eyelashes shuttering down across swimming chocolate, his mouth opening in surprise, pink tongue sweeping out nervously and thirstily over his parted lips.
Jack needed to taste that mouth again. He rose to capture the rosy lips with his, all the while gently pressing against his new treasure. He grabbed Will’s hardened length with his other hand and began a steady pumping action, not too fast, not too hard.
This time, Will sucked Jack’s tongue into his mouth, and the pirate thought he might come right then without being touched at all. Fast learner, this one.
Then Jack’s hand picked up the pace and Will purred, hummed, moaned around Jack’s extended tongue. The fluid leaking from the engorged tip coated Jack’s fingers, slicking them and easing their way. Jack could smell how close Will was to reaching his climax. He wanted, more than anything, to take the head back in his mouth, to catch the release on his tongue, but he was afraid of how Will might react.
The boy’s breath quickened, his grip on Jack’s shoulders was like iron, he let go of Jack’s tongue and threw his head back, almost keening.
Jack felt the flesh under his hand stiffen even more, go utterly still, and then pulse violently. His hand was coated with hot, sticky semen in an instant. Another pulse, more wetness, a third, fourth and fifth. Jack gently squeezed, milking every drop he could.
Will was staring at him, panting and looking wholly ravished. His eyes narrowed as Jack raised his hand slowly to his mouth and flicked his tongue out. Kohl-lined eyes closed as the pirate savoured the taste.
“William,” he whispered softly.
Will dropped his hand down and tried to untie the sash wrapped around the pirate’s hips. He yanked the fabric away, and his hand bumped against the thick, hard shape of Jack’s desire. His fingers scrabbled at the pants, aching to give at least some of the pleasure he’d received back again.
Jack finished licking the last of Will’s seed from his hand before he realized what the younger man was trying to do. He hastened to aid him in his quest, and was rewarded by the warmth and friction of Will’s hand around his length.
Will wasn’t sure what to do, but judging by Jack’s stiffness he was pretty close to coming, so Will decided the kindest thing was to give him the quickest fulfillment possible. He gave his wrist a sharp twist and ran his hand up the length, a move he’d found himself to enjoy very much.
Jack let out a low rumble. The boy was good with his hands, he’d give him that for free.
The two men were kneeling on the bed, heads grazing a low ceiling beam. Will’s trousers were pushed down still, so Jack had only to pull himself forward a few inched to be able to reach around the boy, slide his hands down over the muscular back and narrow waist, to bring his hands onto that most breathtaking arse.
He kneaded the smooth skin, felt firm flesh give way to his probing fingers, felt muscles jerk when he pushed his hips forward and Will’s fist, still firmly wrapped around Jack, came into contact with his own re-hardening cock.
Their lips came together once more at the moment Jack exploded. Will whimpered at how harshly Jack clutched his arse, but that noise was muffled by Jack’s tongue planted firmly in his mouth.
The thick, warm semen felt familiar on his hand, but he knew it wasn’t his, and the thought made the skin of his hands prickle with excitement. He remembered the look of ecstasy on Jack’s face when he’d tasted Will’s come, so he lifted his hand up to their still-joined mouths.
Two tongues slithered out in tandem to lick the sticky fluid, and they touched each other, making eyes fly open simultaneously. They lapped and sucked together until Will’s hand was clean.
Jack fell to the bed, shuddering. The intensity was overwhelming. Rum never got him this drunk. He craved more, more of the boy’s invigorating kisses, more of his lithe, hard body, more of his delicious, spicy taste, and especially more of his flawless curved arse.
Memories new and old swam though his mind, and he experienced every encounter he’d ever had with a Turner all at once. Will’s purrs, Bootstrap’s moans, the son’s spicy scent, the father’s delicious taste. But nothing compared to the feel of Will’s tongue twisting against his as they lapped up Jack’s release together.
Jack sighed loudly, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smearing the few remaining drops of Will’s seed across his swollen lips.
“Jesus, boy, even better than your father.”
Oh.
No.
He’d said that out loud.
Next: Part II Jack Wins Will
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