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Don’t own them. Don’t own it. Don’t own anything worth suing for. Unless you count my 45rpm of
TV Smith’s Explorers’ “Tomahawk Cruise”, but they’ll have to pry that out of my cold dead hands.
(Yes, I own vinyl, and still even listen to it – that’s what I get for being old.)
Perfect Moment
Will Turner burst into his little room behind the blacksmith shop and slammed the door shut. This was simply too embarrassing to be true. How, during the one time in his life he’d ever had the nerve to… could the only person he’d ever… and he didn’t even… but it looked like he did. Now Jack would think he was low and unworthy and common.
His shirt was gaping, where that woman had pulled it open. His hair was tangled and wild. His pants were uncomfortably tight. How had that happened? The whole time the redhead was pawing at him he’d felt nothing. His cock had been as limp as a wet noodle. Now it was raging hard to the point of pain.
It must be all the excitement.
Jack Sparrow rounded the corner and hurled his body at the back door of the blacksmith shop. Unfortunately, Will had been in such a panic he’d forgotten to lock it.
Jack flew through the door, through the air, past a rack of very sharp swords and the anvil and landed with a crash on a stack of metal rods, thankfully not very sharp. He staggered to his feet, accompanied by the sound of falling steel and the smash of a glass bottle on the floor.
So much for making a dignified entrance.
Will rushed out of his room to see the pirate standing amidst the knocked over metal and other detritus. Jack swayed in the dim light, kerchief askew on his head, chest heaving.
Jack staggered forth. “You knew I knew where you were going. Did ya haf’ to bloody run?” Jack took in a deep, shuddering breath and looked at Will from head to toe.
White linen drooped enticingly off one almost bare shoulder. That must be his good shirt. Trust the charming boy to change into his best shirt for a trip to the whorehouse, Jack thought approvingly. Now what’s this? Those pants were way too tight in certain places. In fact, the lad was almost busting out of his britches. Jack couldn’t help staring at the enticing bulge between Will’s legs.
Will shifted nervously. “I’ve never done that before, and I didn’t even do it this time!”
Jack nodded. “Don’t worry, luv. We all need a little fun now and again.”
Will stepped forward, immediately regretting the move as it brought him closer to the heat radiating off the pirate. But he had to make his point. He made eye contact with Jack to press his point home. Another big mistake. The pirate’s black eyes were swimming with lust and Will felt his cock twitch. “No really, it was the first time. I’ve never even, I mean, you were the only one.” Now he just felt foolish. Admitting such a thing to someone like Jack. How childish did he look now?
Jack thought for a moment, never letting his eyes leave Will’s. This was very interesting.
“Just leave me alone!” Will blurted out and turned to run to his room.
Jack caught up easily this time. In fact, not realizing how tiny the room was, he caught up so well he careened into Will when the younger man suddenly stopped, and the two men fell to the narrow bed.
Well that was fortuitous, Jack couldn’t stop himself from thinking. He only hoped he hadn’t said it aloud.
Will struggled beneath him, which only served to enflame the pirate more. He twisted and ended face to face with the pirate. Not good. Way too close.
Jack frantically grabbed Will’s hands. The boy did have a tendency to flail in sexually charged situations. And since it worked so well last time, Jack placed a single, chaste kiss onto the knuckles of Will’s clenched right hand. “Please don’t run away from me again.” Jack whispered.
Will stopped struggling.
“I came here looking for you.”
Will gave a short, sharp laugh. “Really? Then what were you doing in a… at the…”
Jack raised an eyebrow. “You can’t even say it, can you? It was a brothel, Will. A house of ill repute. Dear Will, I do believe you’re telling the truth about never having…”
“How can you doubt me?” Will started struggling again, which unfortunately for him, but fortunately for Jack, happened to bring his highly aroused penis in direct contact with Jack’s equally erect organ.
Jack couldn’t stop the moan from escaping, but he was able to keep himself from pinning Will down and ravaging him senseless. Barely.
“I can’t. Not any more. And I’ll tell you the God’s honest truth, but you’ve got to stop wriggling around like that. It makes it difficult for me to think!”
Will stilled himself.
“I came to find you. You weren’t here but I found your shirt.” Jack pulled the damp garment out from inside his shirt. “And, well, I wanted you, mate. I’ll not lie. But you were not to be had, so I sought, as it were, well, some relief.” Jack took a deep breath and tensed, half expecting Will to punch him in the face and was willing to accept that. Violent contact was better than no contact at all.
“Don’t you mean you wanted my father?” Will spat out.
“No, no, luv. It’s you I want, I know that now.” Jack stuffed the shirt back against his stomach. If the boy threw him out, at least he’d have his scent on the shirt.
“How?”
Jack opened his mouth to speak. The tale of Bootstrap would take too long. He wanted the boy in his arms, preferably unclothed, as soon as possible. If he let slip about Bootstrap he wouldn’t get to feel that hard, lithe body naked against his own until well after they’d made the bloody journey back to the island Jack had just raced here from.
“Will, things are different now. I’ve been thinking about you ever since the last time I saw you. I know it’s you I want.” That would have to do for now.
The furrow between Will’s brows deepened. No one ever looked so lovely, Jack thought. Will stared at his hand, still held in Jack’s hand, frowning and fretting and generally being altogether shy and adorable.
“Me too,” Will spoke at last, in a quiet voice, as he bravely raised his eyes to meet Jack’s.
“I beg your pardon?”
“I went seeking… relief. From my thoughts of you. I shan’t lie either.”
Jack wasn’t sure if he’d heard correctly. Perhaps his ears were full of water. Those sorts of things can happen to pirates. Or maybe there was something in the rum he’d drunk earlier, something altogether more hallucinatory than mere rum. That sort of thing had been known to happen too. Or perhaps his frustrated libido had caused his mind to be taken over by his cock.
He brought the back of Will’s hand to his mouth again and made an experimental kiss. Seemed solid enough. He snaked out his tongue and licked, from wrist to knuckles. Dry, not much taste. Not enough evidence to render a verdict. There was nothing else for it. He leaned down and touched his lips to Will’s.
The taste filled his head immediately. The essence of Will, and a hint of what must have been a fortifying shot of rum. The soft lips gently parted under his, so Jack felt obligated to glide his tongue between them and savour the spicy warmth within. It was stronger than he remembered it, more powerful. His tongue probed deeper and Will’s mouth opened more, inviting him in, urging him in. When their tongues touched, it reminded Jack of the first time he’d been struck by lightening.
The body beneath Jack opened up as well. Will wrenched his hands from Jack’s and grasped Jack’s shoulders, pulling him closer. It burned when their semi-naked chests touched, making Will whimper in delight. He moved one leg to the side and Jack slid into the space created. Their hot arousals pressed against each other, hard.
This was what Jack had been dreaming of for two years. And what Will had tried not to dream of, with little success. It was a perfect moment.
Until there was a loud banging on the front door of the shop.
“Open up, in the name of the King and the Royal Navy!” a loud voice insisted.
Will and Jack broke apart, flustered.
“Open up, Turner! We know you’re harbouring a fugitive!”
“Blast, that madam must have turned me in!”
Will ran to the window. “Quick, Jack, there’s no one at the side, climb out this window, I’ll stall them.”
Jack looked from the window to Will’s frantic face. “No! I’ll not be running away from you again.”
Will looked desperate. “Jack, please,” he hissed, “You’re a wanted man. You’ll hang for sure, and I can’t let that happen.”
“Then come with me. You say I’m wanted – prove it, lad. Join me on the Black Pearl!”
Loud thumps issued from the front door.
“They’re trying to batter the door down, Jack. Get going.”
The pirate didn’t move. Stubborn to the end.
Will was beside himself with worry. He couldn’t bear the thought of Jack being arrested. He had to do something.
“All right, I’ll go. But this is blackmail, and you’ll pay for it. Bloody pirate!” Will was grabbing a few essentials, his coat and the sword he kept by his bed for protection. These he tossed out the window. “I simply cannot believe I am doing this.” He grabbed the sill, twisted his broad shoulders sideways and lifted himself up and out through the window.
Jack had the most delightful five seconds of the last minute when he watched Will’s tightly clad rump wiggle through the narrow opening. If the whole of the Royal Navy came busting through the door at that moment he might have died a somewhat happy man. But why settle for that when there was so infinitely much more to be had?
He leapt out the window.
Next: Part III Jack Enjoys Will
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