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This fic takes characters from a famous successful movie and twists them almost beyond recognition, so it isn’t really stealing. There is also a shameless classic Star Trek reference, just for fun. Obviously, the intent of all this borrowing is not personal profit, but rather an homage. Snerk.
Day One
Captain Jack Sparrow woke with a splitting headache, the result of the hot morning sun shining directly on his head as he slept. He hazily recalled a storm in the night, and huddling underneath one of the ladies’ gowns from the trunk on the beach. It was amazing how much material was in one of those dresses once you let out all the gathers and pleats.
He realized that a sleeping Will Turner lay with his head on Jack’s right shoulder, and that warm puffs of air issuing from Will’s mouth tickled his neck. Will’s top arm was flung over Jack’s stomach, and that hand curved around his waist snugly. His leg rested on top of Jack’s as well. Interesting.
Jack’s left shoulder throbbed and he realized that his left arm was bound to the side of his torso by the same cloth that held a wad of bandage against his torn shoulder. The cloth was white, quite fine of weave. Thinner than canvas, fairly clean, frayed at the ripped edges. Ah yes, now he remembered. Will had torn his shirt into strips to use as bandages, and thus was lying naked from the waist up. Very interesting.
The more Jack realized, the better things got.
With the fingers on his right hand he could stroke Will’s lower back, which he did to the best of his ability. He bent his left elbow and attempted to do likewise to Will’s chest, but the damnable bandage wouldn’t let him reach. He got his straining fingers within an inch of smooth, soft skin he could feel the heat from.
Blast this bandage. He remembered Will saying his shoulder should be immobilized to prevent the tear from opening any more. Jack was tempted to remind Will he was a blacksmith, not a doctor, damn it, but the feeling of being tended was, he was forced to admit, enjoyable. Especially when Will kissed the uninjured top of his shoulder tenderly.
He stretched further, causing a great deal of pain to course through his injured shoulder, which made him grunt, thus causing Will to shift in his sleep.
Fortunately, he shifted even closer. He nuzzled his nose against Jack’s neck, snuggled into Jack’s chest, and brought his elusive right nipple within touching distance. Perfect.
Jack brushed his fingertips over the little rise of brown skin. It pebbled under his touch and grew. Jack’s fingers itched terribly. He wanted so much more.
Will made a little sighing noise, of contentment or perhaps satisfaction or maybe that was just the noise he made when he was waking up. Jack didn’t care. He just wanted to hear the noise. He stroked the nipple again, and Will’s eyelashes flew up, revealing the eyes Jack wanted to drown in.
“’morning, luv. Feeling any better?”
“Hmmm,” Will yawned, a charming kittenish yawn that made Jack wish both his arms were free so he could hold this beautiful man in his arms properly. “Much, thank you. I’ve never...” Will looked embarrassed, “...slept with anyone before. I mean, beside someone like that, all night long.”
Jack felt privileged. And wanted to be the person Will did so very many things with for the first time. Then he wanted to scream when Will moved away to sit up.
Jack sat up too, and followed Will’s gaze to the white sand nearby. The beach was littered with broken crates and barrels, debris strewn about randomly.
“I, uh, I was a tad frantic when I was searching for you last night,” Jack admitted. “Gave me quite a scare, you did.”
Will nodded. “So I see. I’m sorry to have caused you any bother.” He fingered the wound on his temple, already healing over but still tender. He got up, a little unsteadily at first but he found his legs soon enough. “Let’s find some breakfast.”
Now where did that boy get to? Jack just went into the underbrush away from the clearing where they’d made their camp for a minute, only long enough to relieve himself, and Will was gone. There, Jack spotted him, along the beach, naked back and arms straining to drag the sodden canvas toward their makeshift camp. Bloody hell, the boy had a head injury and he wasn’t going to get any better if he wouldn’t sit down and rest.
He was full of nervous energy, making a fire pit, dragging any food and drink and useful items he could find away from the shore to a clearing among the densest palms where there was maximum cover from sun and wind. There was a stack of firewood and the beginnings of a shelter already. It was almost as if the boy was keeping himself busy to avoid Jack.
“Will, just leave the canvas there on the beach; it’s too heavy to drag up all the way… here... I’ll help you straighten it out, now it’ll dry faster, we can move it when it’s dry and not so bloody… Will!”
Will swayed a bit and held one hand to his injured temple. Jack rushed to his side and threw his good arm around Will’s waist. “Steady, mate. Just a bit woozy, eh? We’ll just get you up here into the shade.” He led him into the shaded grove.
Will sat heavily on the spread-out dress, leaning his back against a tree. Sweat beaded on his forehead, trickling across his creased brow. Jack handed him a cup of water. “Little too much rushing around, eh? Have a rest, lad, drink this. Can’t have you drying out now.” Indeed we couldn’t. Needed him nice and moist and supple. “Better?”
Will tilted his head back, exposing his lovely long throat. Jack felt suddenly thirsty.
“How long will we be here?”
“Days, weeks. Who knows? Don’t fret, we’ll be fine.” Jack crept closer to Will, until he was kneeling next to him, facing him, with the sides of their thighs touching, Jack’s right hand on Will’s right arm. Nicely worked muscles, with all that hauling of things. Forearms flexed in a way that made Jack want to lean down and lick from wrist to elbow, to feel those bulging veins under his tongue, to taste Will’s sweat. He had not had the chance to do that.
Yet.
Jack had an abrupt thought. What if Will didn’t want to be alone with him? What if he was wrong, what if he’d imagined the whole thing? Was that possible?
Will rolled his head forward lazily and leaned toward Jack with a slight smile playing around his water-moistened lips. Glistening pink lips, with that lovely soft moustache above and that wispy beard below. Jack’s tongue had memorized the texture of that silky dark hair, and the taste of Will’s tongue, which flicked out teasingly. “All alone?”
Jack gave a little whimper and nodded. He couldn’t have imagined that, could he? Please, God, don’t let that have been imaginary!
Will smiled more, eyes glinting in the dappled sunlight. “Now that we have our camp made and provisions gathered, I find that prospect most pleasing, Captain Sparrow.”
I’ve died, Jack thought. I’ve died and gone to heaven. All that rushing around was preparation.
His thoughts were interrupted by a hot, wet tongue thrusting between his lips. Jack had to admit that was the best way he’d ever been distracted from anything in his life.
Jack rose up, swung one leg over Will’s so he was sitting on the boy’s lean, strong thighs. This he did without interrupting the kiss, a feat of which he felt inordinately proud. Anything that got his tongue into Will Turner’s mouth and kept it there was something to be proud of, as far as Jack was concerned.
They separated, panting, and Will rested his head back against the trunk of the tree again, eyes closed, mouth open. The thought occurred that this was the way Jack liked him best, breathless and vulnerable. Until Will opened his eyes again. That was even better.
Jack reached up to stroke Will’s cheek lightly. “I have never,” he said in a hoarse whisper, “never enjoyed looking into anyone’s eyes as much as I do yours.”
Will blushed a little, pink rising on his cheeks delicately. “Jack, I’m not entirely sure what is happening between us.” He trailed one finger from the opening of Jack’s shirt, up the center of his chest and let it rest on Jack’s Adam’s apple.
“Don’t fret. Just do what feels good.” Jack said gently, one hand on Will’s cheek, the other flattened against his chest. Hard nipple in the very center of his palm. Two inches forward and his fast-hardening cock would be pressed up against Will, but he wouldn’t move until Will made known it was welcome.
Will enjoyed the feeling of Jack’s voice vibrating under his finger. He found he wanted to explore every inch of this man, in spite of the very proper and terrified voice in his head screaming at him to let things go no further. He wanted to tell Jack how scared he was but he didn’t want that to stop the pirate from having his way with him.
He turned his head and pressed his lips against Jack’s fingertips.
Jack just stared, unable to move. It had to be some magical spell, anything could break it. An enchantment, that’s what it was. He could never be so lucky, could he?
But then, he thought, he was Captain Jack Sparrow.
In an instant he and Will were lying on ground, tongues dancing together, hands exploring. Jack was at a loss as to how to support his body weight and keep touching Will when he only had one hand available. Will solved the problem by flipping Jack over on his back. Jack gazed up at Will’s hungry eyes while Will gingerly slid the remains of Jack’s shirt up over his head.
Will moved over him carefully and settled his weight on his knees on either side of Jack’s thighs, lowering his chest to press fully against Jack’s, lowering his hips until their erections lined up against each other, a perfect fit. Simultaneous groans.
Will rested his forehead against the other man’s. “Jack,” he whispered, toying with the two little braids in Jack’s beard, “I don’t know what to do.” Will sat back, pressing his hard cock against Jack’s, loving the look and feel of bronzed chest under his hand. He followed the lines of tattoos with his fingertips, traced scars old and new, bent down to take a reddish brown nipple between his lips.
Jack was again unable to respond to that immediately, unless one would call those little mewling sounds he was making a response. It was a good thing he was lying flat on his back or else he would have fallen over for sure.
Strong, gentle hands swept over Jack’s chest. He groaned when fingers plucked at his nipples, fingernails raked down his sides, a flat, warm palm soothed his quivering stomach.
“For someone who doesn’t know what he’s doing, you’re succeeding admirably.” Jack rested his hand on Will’s naked waist, felt the boy shiver. “However, if you require some guidance…” He deftly unfastened Will’s trousers, and Will, quick learner that he was, did the same for Jack.
Ah, yes, that was what Jack wanted. Will’s hand wrapped around his shaft, his hand similarly on Will, setting a lazy pace. No need to hurry. He explored Will’s cock as he might explore an uncharted island, paying attention to every inch of it, slipping his fingers over the engorged head, tugging on the foreskin gently, savouring every moan and purr he wrought. Maybe not so much like exploring an island.
With his head thrown back in the most delightfully wanton way, waves of chestnut hair falling back, Will let out a long growl and tensed. Jack changed the angle of his hand so that when Will spent, he splashed over that deliciously hard stomach. Will’s hand tightened on Jack’s cock and lost it’s rhythm, so Jack put his hand on top to guide it, sending his release in the same direction.
Far too good to be true, yet so deliciously verifiable. As Will fell to one side, and Jack scrambled to move beside him. He attacked Will’s stomach like a starving man, lapping up the musky liquid with long, cat-like strokes.
Will did not protest. The feel of Jack’s tongue pressed wide and flat on his belly sent additional shivers through his whole body. Jack moaned, drinking in their combined tastes, and Will answered with a satisfied purr. Only when Will’s smooth skin was licked completely clean did Jack roll onto his side.
Forgetting the injury to his shoulder.
He howled and rolled back, cursing himself for his carelessness. Will leapt up to help Jack ease the pressure on his shoulder. He knelt to Jack’s right side, cradling Jack in his arms.
“Let me take care of you, Jack.”
Jack smiled ruefully. “Looks like we’ve traded places,” he said, resting in the crook of Will’s arm comfortably. “You know, I think I could become rather fond of this.”
Next: Chapter 24 Day Three (Happy)
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