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Stolen Moments
The dreaded Isla de Muerte.
Captain Jack Sparrow was at a loss as to what he had done to deserve being sent back to that place, but there he was, compass in hand, steering the Black Pearl back to the island which could not be found except by someone who already knew where it was.
Which begged the question, how the hell had Alphonse DeMaurier ever found it in the bloody first place? But that was beside the point.
According to the good preacher, the island was a paradise once one climbed over the razor sharp cliffs and waded through the salt-water swamps of the shores. Jack sincerely doubted it was anything but bad luck. Not only did the island’s caves contain the cursed Aztec gold, but a vast treasure trove to which he’s returned two years ago, only to find the bloody caves had been collapsed in some sort of earthquake before he could retrieve any of the riches, and without access to all that plunder he was sure there was nothing worth going back for. Alphonse disagreed. And he’d taken the Interceptor II, the Dauntless and a good portion of the DeMauriers there. So Jack had no choice but to rendezvous with them as planned.
Well, he did have a choice. He could turn away and sail off, never to set eyes on that horrid place again. Except for the fact that he seemed to have acquired the rest of the DeMauriers, who insisted on going to the cursed island.
And that horde of DeMauriers included the heads of the family, Tessie and Bootstrap themselves, who’d taken up residence in the captain’s quarters. At Will’s insistence, no less.
By some bizarre quirk of fate, Anamaria had taken them for their little social call just as Tessie’s employees had made an offer to buy out her business. So the whole family was going to live together. At, it seemed to Jack, Jack’s expense.
So now, not only was he on a fairly crowded ship with precious little privacy, but he was put out of his own quarters and surrounded by nosy family. It was impossible to get even a moment alone with Will!
Just a few hours earlier he’d grabbed Will’s arm and dragged him into a corner away from prying eyes.
Will was absolutely delectable. His hair was wind-tossed, curling around his face in a frenzy of nutmeg delight, and his eyes were bright and smiling. He loved to sail, and his whole body was coiled energy waiting to be asked to perform some task, to contribute in some fashion to the operation of the ship. Born to be on the ocean, and it agreed with him in the most delightful way.
“Isn’t it a glorious day, Jack?”
Yes, yes, the sky was clear, the ocean was inviting, the air was crisp and alive. It all paled beside the lithe young man Jack pulled into his arms. “Hmm, glorious,” He ran his hand down Will’s back. Jack loved the feel of strength under Will’s skin, the slabs of muscle eager to be taxed. His hands lingered at the curve of Will’s waist, a little ticklish but Jack wasn’t tickling. He just wanted a reminder of the graceful bow of it, the way Will would arch and offer himself to Jack with such ease. He let his hand drift down, over the swell of Will’s arse. God, he loved that arse. So firm and round and perfect.
Will shuddered. “Jack, I don’t think this is the place…” Then he purred, just under his breath, when Jack trailed his fingers down across the backs of his thighs. Lovely hamstrings, really. The shape of them, the way they quivered when Will spent in Jack’s mouth, the way they hardened when Will rubbed his whole body over Jack’s. “Jack…” And he couldn’t help rubbing back against Jack, just a little.
Jack bent one leg up, between Will’s thighs, and growled when Will wriggled to get the best friction against his hardening cock. “I missed you last night,” Jack growled some more. “I’m not partial to sleeping without you.”
Will tangled one hand in Jack’s hair.
“Tell me you’ll spend the night with me.”
“I’m on watch at midnight. I’ll be in the…” He swallowed his words in a gasp when Jack dropped to his knees and pushed Will’s shirt up, exposing his tight belly. Ah, Will’s lovely navel. Jack hadn’t licked it properly in ages, it seemed. Jack pressed his lips against the dark hollow, tongue flicking out, marvelling at the texture of the fine hairs beneath it. The hand tightened to a fist in Jack’s hair. Jack hummed a little and plunged his tongue into the…
That was when they both noticed Anamaria, arms folded over her chest. “You’re wanted on the bridge, Captain.”
Jack looked up to see her smirking down at him. He gave Will one more, long deliberate swipe with his flattened tongue and rose with as much grace and dignity as was possible under the circumstances. “Thank you, I’ll be there in a moment.”
She turned on her heel so Jack had time to kiss Will once, but only once, before she yelled for him to hurry.
Bloody relatives.
Jack grumbled and eyed Gibbs as the sailor surreptitiously took a swig of rum from his flask. Tessie frowned on the rum. Jack was surprised to find he didn’t dare drink in front of her. Was this what Bootstrap had been dealing with the last two years? Bloody hell, how could the man stand it?
Jack’s dark eyes scanned the crowd on deck. There was Will, sitting with that cute kid Jack had promised to brand himself for. Must be going soft to promise that, he mused. Will was working with some sort of tool, shaping some metal. Perhaps he was even making the brand. Jack shivered. He recalled all too clearly the searing pain of the pirate brand. Really did not want to go through that again.
At least this time he would have Will to make him feel better afterwards. Couldn’t contain the self-satisfied smirk that thought produced now, could he?
Then he found himself looking into the scowling face of Tessie DeMaurier.
“What are you leering at, you ruffian?”
Jack straightened his spine, and his expression. “Nothing at all, not of your concern at any rate. And how might I be of service to you?” As if giving up his bed wasn’t enough.
“I believe it is my concern. We need to have a talk, you and I.”
That sounded ominous.
“I know all about you.”
Now that was a surprise. No one knew ALL about Jack. Not even Jack. And he never would. Some of the, he suspected, more salacious details were long lost in a haze of rum.
“And if you think you can use that boy for your… purposes, just to satisfy whatever urges you might feel for my husband… well, all I can say is, you got another thing coming, Captain!”
Jack’s mouth dropped open.
“So you had better just watch yourself.”
He nodded, mute.
Tessie turned to go and he found himself again, and caught her arm. “Mrs. DeMaurier, I mean, Mrs. Turner.”
She stared hard enough at his hand on her sleeve to scald it, so Jack let go.
“Tessie, luv, listen. The past is in the past, savvy? And the present is, well, I hope it’s the future too. Because I will not lie to you. I love that boy. And nothing you can say or believe will change that.” Jack was pleased with himself. He felt he’d defended his honour quite nicely.
Tessie’s frown transformed into a grin. “I didn’t believe it from Charlotte, but I will believe it from you. Very well, Captain Sparrow. It you love the boy then I expect you to prove it every day. But if you ever….”
Jack held up his hand. “I’ve received this speech before. From Kay, and Alphonse.”
Bloody hell, this family would be the death of him. If they were so damned concerned about his love for Will, then why wouldn’t they let the two of them alone?
Jack made his way through the crowded hold. It had been hours since he tasted Will, which made his mouth ache slightly, as if it were in withdrawal. Especially his tongue. He craved the sweet taste of Will’s mouth and the spicy taste of his skin and the salty taste of his release. All those tastes were imprinted on his tongue, ghosts waiting to be revived by the real thing.
People were spread out below deck, sleeping in hammocks and lying on makeshift mattresses all over the hold. He did not begrudge them an inch of space, knowing the conditions they’d endured on the slave vessel. But he wished he didn’t have to worm his way past quite so many people and such a huge store of supplies merely to get a little privacy. He inched past the barrels of nails and tools, flour and other rations, Tessie’s loom and the other equipment stacked against the hull. When he squeezed between a huge bolt of linen and the parts for constructing a bellows, Will was waiting for him.
Jack grinned. “Ah, finally.” He took the final step across the floor and wrapped his arms around the only treasure he really cared about any more. “I’ve missed you all day long.”
“And I you,” Will purred. “But we’re here now. Is everything all right above?”
“I have full confidence in Mr. Gibbs’ abilities. We have several hours before I shall be needed again. Do you have any suggestions as to how we should spend our time, or would you allow me to choose…”
Jack had to sigh when Will let out a giggle.
“Whatever you suggest. You are the captain, after all.”
“Indeed.” Jack started to unbuckle the various belts he and Will wore. “It’s been far too long since I gazed on you,” he muttered and unhooked and untied, increasingly frantic in his movements.
“Jack,” Will whispered. His hands came down on top of Jack’s, calming them. “Slow down, we have enough time.”
“No, never enough. Not for what I want to do…” He gripped the bottom of Will’s shirt and pulled it up. The ceiling was low, and it was hard to get the shirt off since Will could not raise his arms very high without smacking his hand against the beam above his head. He wriggled loose and soon stood half-naked in front of Jack.
“This is what you wanted?”
“Not all, but it’s a decent start.” Jack pressed against his lover, soaking in the heat. He let his fingers wander over smooth skin, plucking at Will’s pebbled nipples. “An excellent start, I might add.” He nipped at Will’s ear lobe, eliciting a throaty sigh. So very responsive.
He licked Will’s throat, swirled his tongue around the prominent Adam’s apple, down to the little hollow at the base. When Will moaned, Jack felt the vibration against his cheek. He licked his way down the sculpted torso. “I believe I was rudely interrupted earlier,” Jack whispered against the golden skin that quivered under his touch. “I shall have to make it up to you…”
Will’s head rolled back when Jack resumed his thorough tonguing of his navel and cupped his hand over the growing bulge in his pants. Jack rubbed his palm up and down the hard ridge. The scent of desire engulfed him. Will bucked against his hand and purred loudly.
“Oh, um, excuse me.”
Jack pulled his tongue back into his mouth and rested his forehead against Will’s hard abdominal muscles. Of all the people to stumble upon them. Will made a disappointed noise before rolling his head back upright and opening his eyes.
“Father!”
“Sorry, son, but Tessie was looking for you.”
Will snatched his shirt up off the floor hurriedly and stumbled back toward the stairs.
Bootstrap shifted back and forth for a moment. Jack remained on his knees staring hard at the floor. It took a concentrated effort to slow his breathing.
“Well,” Bootstrap tried to smile, “this is a bit awkward, innit? I really am sorry, Jack.”
Jack ran a hand over his face. This was just too much. He had to get these people off his ship.
Far too much later, well after midnight, Captain Jack Sparrow climbed lithely up the rigging to the largest crow’s nest. The moon shone brilliantly in a clear sky, and the mild night air, a tad cooler than ideal yet still pleasant, cleansed him as he scaled the ropes with ease. When he reached the platform he climbed over the solid wood railing and slid down to the floor.
Will was already there, sitting with his chin resting on his bent knees. “You’re late.”
Jack shrugged off his coat. “Sorry, luv, it was your bloody stepsister who delayed me.”
Will opened his eyes. “Anamaria?”
“I wish,” Jack scoffed. “It was bloody Charlotte. She was babbling something about us staying a while when we reach the island, and would we be coming ashore. I don’t really know what she was on about. Don’t care either.” He inched his way closer to Will. “Now that I find myself with you, I find myself incapable of giving a care about anything else.” He grinned wickedly.
Will answered with a smile of his own. “I doubt we’ll be interrupted here, but one can never tell.”
“Your family is rather enterprising.”
“So let’s not waste any time.”
The two men joined at the lips and struggled to bring their bodies into alignment. Not an easy task, with a bloody great mast rising up in the middle of a far too small platform. Will had his body curved around the mast with his torso draped over Jack’s. But Jack’s knees kept getting in the way, and Will couldn’t get his hands to where he wanted them. But they kept their mouths on each other at all times, desperate for a proper taste.
Jack plunged his tongue into Will’s mouth with abandon. Sweet sweet Will, all wet and warm and delicious. Will sucked gently on the tongue, then a little harder. Jack’s cock strained to escape his trousers, decidedly unhappy with the cramped state of affairs. Jack broke off the kiss in frustration. “Not that I’m not enjoying you, but it’s a tad maddening, savvy? I want nothing more than to stretch out with you proper like. I want to feel your body against me, all of it.”
Will nodded. “I know, but we’ll be there soon, and once everyone is off the ship we’ll have your cabin all to ourselves. And I promise, you can feel my whole body, all over you, all you like. You’ll be sick of me.”
“Never.”
Will pulled Jack’s legs toward him, pushing his upper body over so Jack lay on his side, like Will, but in the opposite direction.
“Bloody what are you… I can’t kiss you when I’m like this… ooooohhh!” Nimble fingers pulled Jack’s thoroughly engorged cock into the night air.
“You can kiss my lips later,” Will murmured. He licked the swollen head delicately. “I have something else in mind.” With that he lowered his mouth over the hard cock and Jack could only groan in answer.
Jack let his torso fall and realized within seconds that he was facing the wonderfully stretched-tight front of Will’s trousers. The mast rose up between them, but by curving his torso just so he could reach it with his mouth. In no time he had Will’s leaking member between his lips.
It had been a painfully frustrating day, but this more than made up for it. In fact, Jack mused happily as he licked around the rigid staff, he would put up with a surprising amount of hardship for the chance to do this.
Will whimpered and began thrusting his cock deeper into Jack’s mouth. Jack responded by relaxing his throat and taking more of Will in. The mast pressed uncomfortably into Jack’s ribs but he didn’t notice. All he could focus on was the hot mouth on his cock and the indescribably rich taste of his lover growing in intensity as Will’s cock leaked over Jack’s tongue. Jack sucked hard on the member, knowing that after the many false starts of the day it would not take Will long to reach his summit.
Will erupted suddenly in his mouth, and the rush of flavour made Jack jerk in Will’s mouth as well. Will swallowed as best he could, and sat up, licking gleaming smears from around his lips.
Jack reluctantly let go of Will and raised himself up so the two men could kiss and taste themselves in each other. “Soon,” he whispered against Will’s mouth. “Very soon.”
Next: Chapter 49 The One Who Made Will Turner Say Fuck
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