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I don’t own Will and Jack. If I did I would never let them behave like this. Oh, no never – If I owned them they would behave like proper respectable men. NOT.
Kink!Alert - A little bit o’ footsex.
It Was The Kohl, Again
Captain Jack Sparrow sat somewhat dazed on the deck of a ship that was not his own and, for the first time in his life, that didn’t matter at all. It didn’t matter that his ship was out on the ocean somewhere, with someone else in command. It mattered somewhat that the ship he was on belonged to the more than somewhat odd Reverend Alphonse DeMaurier, but Jack had grown rather fond of the good reverend and decided he was a decent enough fellow. It helped that Brother Alphonse was the stepbrother of the decidedly indecent Will Turner. And it was the indecency that had rendered Jack dazed.
This was their third night together on the ship. Every morning Will rowed them back to shore, where he worked in the barn and around the fields with Franklin, his step-brother-in-law. Jack didn’t want to think about the complexities of relationships too closely. He might have to throw Will’s father being his ex-lover in the mix and Will could stop talking to him again. Best to leave the past in the past.
Franklin was a big, handsome man, a few inches taller than Will and much broader. He had longish hair bleached strawberry light by the sun and a ruddy complexion from working outside a lot. They looked good together, and Jack might have worried if he wasn’t sure of how utterly devoted Franklin was to his wife, Kay. He proved his devotion by abandoning his parents, who disapproved of their only son marrying what they called a ‘dark girl’. His father was a cleric, like Alphonse, but he was of the sort of cleric who’d kicked Alphonse out of the church for loving another man, so Franklin didn’t miss him one bit.
Kay, on the other hand, she made Jack nervous. There was no doubt about her devotion to her husband; however, she seemed to take an inordinate interest in the dalliances of her new stepbrother. In fact, she pushed the pirate and blacksmith together at every opportunity, which of course he was grateful for, but he pondered her motives, to the point of asking her that afternoon, as he’d sat on the veranda holding out his hands while she wound spun cotton around them.
Kay just winked at him, sassy girl, and grinned. “I like the look of you together, dearie.”
Good lord, he hoped she didn’t watch!
He rolled on his side and looked into the sleeping face of Will. He loved watching Will sleep. In fact, he spent much of the nights on the boat watching Will sleep after they’d made love. Consequently, he found the need for naps during the day, but Kay didn’t mind.
“Young’un tires you out, hmm, old man?” she giggled that afternoon when he yawned. “Lie down here, Captain, regain your strength.”
When he rose at dusk, refreshed from his nap, he found Kay in the kitchen with Will. He was sitting, stock still, on a high stool and Kay, god love her, Kay was biting her lower lip in concentration as she meticulously applied a thin line of kohl to his closed upper eyelids.
Jack had to grab the doorframe to steady himself.
“Just one more second…”
Jack held his breath.
“Now open…”
Jack felt a terrible but enthralling pressure on his chest as Will raised his lashes and looked over Kay’s shoulder, directly into Jack’s eyes.
Is that how Jack’s eyes looked, surrounded by black? It couldn’t be. He could never look so completely and utterly wanton while fully clothed sitting in his sister’s kitchen. Not that Jack had a sister. At least not one who would let him sit in her kitchen. Definitely not if he looked like that.
This was the same way Kay had lined Jack’s eyes, that night she wanted him to seduce Will. It made the rich chocolate of Will’s eyes softer, creamier. The whites stood out in sharp contrast, which made them look huge. And the lashes, lovely dark lashes, so long and soft. Jack ached to feel them flutter against his cheek.
Will blinked a few times. It took a few tries for his eyes to come into focus. When the curtain of lashes descended and rose Jack got a dark, hot feeling in the pit of his stomach.
“Exquisite,” he whispered, which made Kay jump.
“Jack, dearie, I didn’t know you were there! Trying to scare me to death, honestly.” She bustled around the kitchen tidying things for a minute. “Oh, I think I hear the baby upstairs…” And she was gone.
Jack stepped away from the door, toward Will, who still sat perfectly still on the stool. He held his head stiffly, as if he were afraid the kohl might slide off if he tilted his head too much. Jack locked eyes with him and advanced slowly across the floor.
“That is just, it is so…” Jack began, “I assure you, even I can not do it justice.”
One elegant chestnut eyebrow rose in question.
Jack let out a short sharp breath.
“Kay insisted. I wasn’t sure how you would respond.” Quiet, unsure of himself. Still holding his head just so. Like a statue, like some glorious classical statue.
Jack made a little laugh that died away fast. He was inches away from Will now. He lifted one hand to stroke across a perfect cheekbone. The wide eyes made the cheekbones impossibly high. “It’s lovely,” he drawled. “You’re lovely, how could you even question it?”
Oh, that shy smile. He still had no idea how wholly ravishing he was.
Will’s legs slid apart, and he reached out to hook a finger in the top of Jack’s waist sash, drawing the pirate closer. Will hadn’t shaven in weeks, and dark hair drooped down a little over his upper lip. Jack was torn between staring at wide kohl-lined eyes and soft, lickable moustache. Will solved the dispute by pulling him so close he could focus on neither. A hot tongue swept over Jack’s lips.
“I’m pleased you approve,” Will purred, “Kay thought you might.”
Jack groaned out loud at the memory, causing Will to stir in his sleep in the cool night air. Those eyes opened, kohl now smudged, missing in a few spots. He peered through the dim night. “Jack?”
“Hmm, the one and only, luv. How are you feeling, mate?” He lowered himself to the deck beside his young lover. “Rested?”
Will nodded, and wriggled a naked leg between Jack’s, running his dry, warm palm down a slim thigh. “And you?” He nuzzled Jacks neck and caught the bead at the end of one braid of beard between his teeth. Gentle tug. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
Jack grinned. “I find myself capable of remarkably little sleep when you are near, young Mr. Turner. And I ponder the solution to the problem nightly. Alas, I’ve yet to solve the conundrum.”
“Conundrum?”
“Indeed,” he kissed Will’s forehead sweetly. “It is a paradox. The more time I spend with you, the more energy I expend. Yet, once said energy is spent, I find myself unable to achieve a state of unconsciousness, for I feel a powerful desire to gaze upon your resting form for all the night long.”
Will’s cheek heated against the side of his neck. It wasn’t bright enough to see him blush, therefore it was fortuitous that Will was positioned so Jack could feel it. Jack would hate to miss a single flush of bashfulness.
“You flatter me...” Will giggled a little.
“So I can take advantage of you!” Jack drew Will up to kiss his soft lips. He would have been happy doing just this for the rest of the night, but Will’s cock twitched and grew against his answering organ. They kissed and ground hips and cocks against each together for a few minutes until Will pulled away.
He pushed Jack’s messed hair away from his face. “You’re insatiable,” he laughed.
“No, you are the insatiable one, no question about it.” It was so easy to smile and mean it.
“Then you’re the demanding one,” Will countered.
Jack pushed him back down, onto the folded sail that served as their mattress. “I would beg to differ, but you wouldn’t listen, impudent whelp.” He kissed the long, smooth column of throat, nibbled a little at the tender skin, just enough to elicit a moan. “I shall have to prove it to you.”
Will wriggled under him, laughing brightly. Water on stones. Leaves in a warm breeze. “And how do you propose to do that?”
Jack silenced him with two fingers against his lips. “I shall show you, dear William, that I am perfectly capable of paying adequate attention to you.” Lips on a taut nipple. “To you and your exquisite body.” Splayed fingers on tight abdominal muscles. “For quite some time.” Tongue swirling across ribs. “Without any need for reciprocation.” Fingernail dipping lightly into a dark navel. “Yet you, my dear impatient boy, will be begging for more.” Wet kiss above the solar plexus. “And I won’t even touch,” One finger drawn up the vein running up a hard cock. “This.”
Will released a choked laugh. “Oh, really? Ahhh…”
Jack’s hands swept up and down Will’s sensitive inner thighs. He loved the skin here. It was a bit softer, paler. When the muscles tensed Jack’s fingers tingled, and kept stroking until Will dug his heels into the sail and bent the knees. Jack’s fingers crept behind the knees, where Will was just the slightest bit ticklish, but not enough to laugh, only enough to squirm.
Jack smiled, smug. He’d make the boy howl tonight. Nothing better than that, not that he’d ever heard. But, he mused as he traced well-defined calves and slightly scraped knees, purring was nice too. On consideration, a low, satisfied purr might be nicer than a desperate howl. Really only one way to find out, was there? He’d simply have to sample both before the night was through.
Will groaned when Jack’s wet tongue touched his thigh, just below the juncture with the hip. So close Jack’s hair brushed over his stiff cock. The tongue lapped at his inner thigh in long flat downward strokes. His breath came quicker, drying his lips. “Oh, Jack.”
Jack swirled around a kneecap and down the very center of one shin. He left a trail of saliva slicking down the longer, straighter hairs that grew there. He paused at the slim ankle, and kissed it.
Will purred.
“As I suspected,” Jack murmured as he shuffled lower, settling on his knees between Will’s spread legs. “Just lie back, luv, and enjoy.”
He slipped his hands around an elegant foot. He loved the way his touch made Will’s whole body shiver. Long, graceful toes. Jack kissed the instep, then licked the pad of the big toe, and waited for the moan. Music. He took the tip of the toe between his lips. And waited.
“Jesus!”
Better than music, that was. Knowing how Will reacted when he sucked his fingers, Jack wrapped an arm around Will’s left leg and shifted his own left knee so it was braced against Will’s other leg before he slid his lips down to suck on the toe.
Will’s whole torso rose up off the deck.
Jack set to business, licking between and sucking each toe into his mouth. He lavished copious attention on every joint, every bit of tender skin, every spot that seemed ticklish at first, but was really connected by some mysterious force to the pulsing organ between Will’s legs. Will’s hands clenched at the sail, his hips drove wildly upwards, his cock started leaking from the moment Jack licked down the sole of his foot and nipped at his heel from below. This was better than even Jack anticipated.
By the time Jack started on the second foot he had his howl. Loud and unfettered, accompanied by a pleading “Jack, please, I can’t, it’s too…” words were hard enough without sentences.
Jack regretted having to leave three toes unsucked, but the shuddering and whimpering were really too much to bear. He licked a path up a quivering thigh and nestled between Will’s spread legs.
“Do you acquiesce?” he growled.
Will was panting so hard he couldn’t speak. He could only nod, nod and thrust his cock toward Jack’s mouth. The pirate’s fingers danced across the back of Will’s thighs. So tight, so hard, so tense. They skated up, toying with the tender crease between leg and arse.
It would be easy. Too easy. Will was so needy and aching, he would do anything Jack wanted. Jack’s fingers drifted, of their own volition. Drifted across smooth, rounded flesh. Crept toward the hot, sweaty crease.
Then stopped.
Jack was shocked. He willed his hands to move, but they refused him. He simply could not do it. Must be some sort of paralysis, he thought vaguely. The blood’s cut off, or he must be ill.
If the Black Pearl bore down on them, ploughing the little ship under the water, or the Interceptor II showed up and demanded his immediate arrest, or Alphonse leapt over the side of the ship, all those he could have handled with aplomb, and even wit. But this, this was mortifying.
It was almost as if he panicked. Meanwhile, Will was writhing beneath him, completely unaware of the moral dilemma. He’d reduced the boy to a liquid mass of quivering desire. Did that have any impact on the issue of consent?
He thought back to the first time, the first time he ever kissed the lad. Wait, it was Will who kissed Jack.
And the first time Will came in his mouth; he’d spent in Will’s mouth first.
And so… Will would be ready, one day. But it wasn’t necessary today. He slid his hands apart, so they cupped the perfect arse, and lifted suddenly.
Jack swallowed Will’s cock and in a few short seconds was swallowing Will’s salty release.
Will’s purr was low and rumbling. Jack could feel it vibrate in his mouth, where Will’s cock still pulsed erratically. That was enough.
For now.
Next: Chapter 31 Far From the Devil
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