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Much as I might wish to see this on the big screen, it is not to be so.
I made it up, and at no financial gain to myself.
The One Who Made Will Turner Say Fuck
Captain Jack Sparrow licked the very last unlaved inch of golden skin on Will Turner’s back, revelling in his lover’s deep sigh of contentment. “Every inch, just as I promised,” he murmured, and Will actually shook under his hands, which were spread over Will’s broad shoulders. “And I’m barely a quarter of the way done,” Jack smirked as he swept his tongue down to the dark crevice of Will’s arse. “No, we’ll save that for later.” He kissed and sucked across firm buttocks quickly, not wanting to be distracted from his task.
Will stretched his arms up above his head and groped for the wooden ledge he knew existed at the head of Jack’s bed. He needed something to hold onto while Jack licked his way down the back of his thighs. Jack paused behind his right knee, lapping at the sensitive skin. Ridiculously receptive. Excruciatingly exquisite.
“Jesus.”
Jack paused for a second. Had he really heard that, or did he just imagine it? Will was back to moaning. If he had really said it, he wouldn’t admit to it now. No problem. He continued licking his merry way down Will’s calf.
Neither man could imagine anything on earth he would rather be doing.
The whole bloody family was safely delivered to the Isla de Muerta, and the rest of the Black Pearl’s crew was on shore as well. After a nerve-wracking half-hour journey through a treacherous hidden channel, the Pearl lay anchored safe in a secluded bay, near the other ships of this rebel fleet. Jack and Will were enjoying their first real night alone since picking up the DeMauriers, in their own comfortable bed, with Jack perfectly sober and Will perfectly healthy and everything just perfect.
Jack’s tongue painted intricate patterns around Will’s left ankle, which made Will’s cock press into the mattress in a just barely bearable manner. One warm hand held his foot gently, coaxing Will to bend at the ankle and knee. The other massaged the muscle of his calf. When wet lips closed over his big toe, Will felt a wave of dizziness. Was every night going to be like this? He didn’t know if he could handle it.
He wanted to handle Jack. He’d tried to touch him, but Jack kept pushing his hands away, shaking his head and rattling the jewelry hanging in his rich, black hair. “We have forever for that, I need to taste you all over first.” That had made Will’s heart flutter. Jack intended to be with him forever. That always made his heart flutter. But on top of that, Jack needed to taste him. He didn’t want to taste him. He didn’t think it would be enjoyable to taste him. He needed.
And so he lay down on the bed, after Jack had removed all his clothing, carefully, one piece at a time, and kissed him so thoroughly Will could still feel Jacks’ tongue in his mouth, still taste the decadence. Jack had stripped off his own clothing, revealing inch after inch of his dark beauty to Will. Then Will turned on his stomach, as Jack requested, and felt the first flick of Jack’s tongue on his shoulder. And his comfortably full cock became positively solid and had remained so ever since.
He could tell he was making a huge wet spot on the bedcover. His cock leaked so when he was this aroused. But that wasn’t really important. What really mattered were Jack’s lips caressing his instep. Jack’s tongue swirling between his toes like that, Jack’s mouth taking his foot into it, hot and wet and sucking.
“Fuck.”
Oh, Jack was sure he heard that. He grinned around Will’s left heel, which he was now attempting to cover entirely with his mouth. Simply sinful that a man could have such lickable feet, he thought to himself. So utterly delicious from head to toe, and yes, he had to have that little toe between his lips again. He just loved that particular purr.
And he, Captain Jack Sparrow, was the one who made Will Turner say ‘fuck’.
Will moaned softly as Jack placed his hands on those narrow hips and turned him over. Long, lithe limbs stretched out forever, ridges of muscle stood out on his tensed abdomen and the most heavenly cock on earth jutted out from damp black curls. Just superb. Jack took a moment to ponder his options.
Should he lick back up the legs or head straight for the goods? Heavy bollocks lay between lean thighs, so tempting. The round head of Will’s cock glistened with his excitement. But the stomach, he could spend the rest of the night just exploring that flat, hard plane. The delicious navel he loved so much, the soft curling hairs leading straight down to the thickening shaft. Which was twitching against Will’s hard belly, aching to be touched. And then the chest. Strong and broad, its pink nipples tightening and protruding more with every lick Jack bestowed upon the top of Will’s foot, for though Jack’s mind was pondering the many possibilities, his mouth did not rest.
Will’s head slanted back, eyes tightly closed. His mouth lay open, invitingly so. He kept his grip on the ledge, which stretched out his body prettily, and made Jack think highly inappropriate thoughts. A little bit of rope, or perhaps a scarf… there was a hook on the back of the ledge where one might attach such a wrapping. In fact, Jack had used it on a few occasions. But his tongue brushed over the scar on Will’s ankle, recently abraded skin still healing from the sting of ropes. No, tying him up would never do. Besides, there was no need; Will was offering himself quite willingly.
Jack took extra care in licking the ankle, soothing the newly formed scar. Anger rose in him when he traced the delicate skin with his tongue. How dare anyone try to hurt his Will. The image flashed in his mind of Will, bound and struggling, being pushed over the railing, and it made him feel ill. It was the senselessness of it; if Norrington couldn’t possess the boy he would destroy him, and Jack in the process.
Jack once more felt the cold of the water against his skin, the desperation in his heart, the pressure in his lungs as he swam down, down, following the dim sinking figure. His utter relief when he reached down and managed to grab Will’s ankle, the same one he was licking now. And his struggle to pull the limp figure up to the surface.
He stopped licking and held his cheek against Will’s leg, rubbing against the coarse hairs. Settled the elegant foot on his shoulder. This cherished treasure had come so close to being lost. However could he have survived without him? When they pulled him onto the deck Will was lying deathly still. One of the men, who Jack later learned had been a fisherman back home, had deftly turned Will on his side and pounded on his back, forcing the water out of his lungs. Will coughed up the water and took a deep breath, but his eyes remained closed, his lips pale with the cold, his limbs frighteningly quiet.
Norrington had been under Gillette’s sword by that time, and Jack remembered thinking that he would count to ten, and if Will did not open his eyes by then he would tell Gillette to let the blade do its work.
But, a miracle, chocolate eyes did open and focus on him, and after muttering some nonsense about teeth, which Jack really didn’t care about as long as he could hear the low soft tones, Jack had taken his love in his arms. And somehow they were here, back on the Pearl, alone, healthy and quite naked, and Will was looking at him with a most alarmed expression on his face.
“Jack?”
He must have stopped. And Will was wondering why. He noticed Will’s cock was softening a little. Jack blinked. It felt strange.
“You’re crying.”
So he was.
Will slid down the bed and Jack found himself kneeling on the mattress with his legs bracketed by strong thighs and a lap full of Will, who was kissing his face and cooing.
“Don’t be upset with me, please.”
Jack reached up and held the precious face in his hands to still it. He needed to look into Will’s eyes. “I’m not upset. I’m relieved.”
Will looked so confused. Jack pulled his head down so he could lick the beloved eyebrow crease. “I’m so very very relieved that you are sound, and I am with you, and I am having a bit of a nuisance comprehending how I ever got so bloody lucky.”
A beatific smile broke across Will’s face and Jack was sure he could hear his heart shatter into a million pieces and spontaneously mend stronger than it had ever been before.
“I think,” Will breathed, a little hoarse, a little needy, “that the rest of me is just going to have to wait.” He canted his hips and pressed his re-hardening cock against Jack’s belly.
Jack felt heavy bollocks drag over his own cock. Heated and sweating. His cock stiffened in answer and he lowered his hands to rest on Will’s lean flanks. “Oh really, luv. Feeling a bit impatient then, are you?”
Will nodded, and rubbed his lips across Jack’s cheek, yanked the headscarf off him at the same time with his free hand. “I want you completely naked,” he panted, “and I want to feel you underneath me.”
Jack’s breath hitched. This was the predator, back again to overwhelm him. He could not have hoped for anything more enthralling than this. He spread his knees a bit to gain better leverage, which Will took as a hint to shift and straighten his legs and then bend them again, but this time wrapped around Jack’s waist. The hands on his shoulders squeezed and ran down his wiry arms. He felt a jolt in his cock when Will dragged his hard nipple across Jack’s own, and a deep, almost painful pull in his gut when Will’s teeth clamped down on his neck.
“God, Jack, I could rub against you like this forever.”
And Jack would be rubbed against like this forever, but that would prevent him from fucking Will, so perhaps not.
Their cocks clashed together and they moaned in unison. Jack reached between them to take both organs in his hand. He had to stretch his fingers to encompass them. Will’s whole torso contorted and writhed in front of him. He was sure that the line of Will’s jaw when his head was thrown back like that was the most perfect curve in existence at that moment. Maybe at any moment.
“Can we? I mean, like this?” The words came out rushed and almost embarrassed, but Will still spoke them. Jack nodded, unable to respond with words right away, and reached for the oil on the shelf beside the bed.
“Are you sure?” he asked, as he slid a slick finger down behind Will, tracing the cleft of his arse. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Will wriggled in his lap and brought his opening to the tip of Jack’s questing finger. “Yes, I’m sure,” he choked out as he forced himself onto the digit. “You won’t hurt me.” He flexed his hips and brought the finger deeper inside. “And if it does happen to hurt,” licking clear across Jack’s stunned face, “I know I’ll love what you’ll do to make it feel better.” With that he deliberately and with great lust sucked Jack’s tongue, which had been somewhat hanging out of his mouth, into his own mouth.
This. Was. Too. Much. The world went pure white for a moment as Jack’s brain attempted to assimilate this invitation. More than an invitation. A demand.
Jack jolted back to awareness when Will’s teeth dragged along the length of his tongue. Pull yourself together, Jack. He curled his middle finger and pressed the tip against the hot hole stretching around his index finger. The two fingers slid inside volcanic heat, and Will purred into Jack’s hair.
Now Jack became fully aware of his own cock, and how hard it was, and how much he wanted to be sheathed in that delicious heat. He worked his fingers around a little more until Will, clever boy that he was, reached between them and ran his fingers, slicked with more of the oil, over Jack’s cock.
“Fuck me, Jack.”
Oh, no, fuck me, Jack thought wildly.
“Patience, luv,” he groaned and strained his wrist to plunge his fingers into the oil-slickened tunnel at the right angle. There! Will went stiff all over and keened, loud enough for the sound to carry across the water. Oh, and everyone would know just what was going on in the captain’s cabin tonight. And the little hole softened and opened up like a flower blossoming around Jack’s fingers. Jack nudged Will up, and tight thighs contracted, lifting Will into position. He purred at the first contact of Jack’s cockhead against his opening.
And then he sank down, slowly and steadily; taking in Jack’s hard thick cock inch by inch, a delightful look of concentration on his face, tongue flicking out to moisten full lips. When Jack was fully sheathed, he let out a long sigh.
“I can’t…” Jack’s mind went numb. He couldn’t think of what he couldn’t do.
“Yes, you can. You know you can,” Will purred and began to ride Jack’s cock at an infuriatingly slow pace. He gripped the hard shaft, and the thick length filled him to completion, or as near as was possible. “Oh, Jack, you have no idea.”
But neither did Will. So they were more or less even.
Jack pulled his lover close and rocked back and forth, letting Will’s weight settle him even further down. Each stroke seemed to reach deeper, and every one made Jack brush against Will’s gland. Will began to shake in Jack’s arms, and Jack knew he was very close.
“Yes, Will, let me watch you…” He gasped when dark eyes met his and did not look away. “So astonishing,” he marvelled, “you are my treasure.”
The eyebrow crease went impossibly deep, but Will kept his gaze on Jack.
“I… oh… Jack!” Will’s cock erupted against Jack’s belly, spurting thick ropes of silvery cream. But he kept moving on Jack’s cock, even as he clenched and churned around it, and smeared his hand with the sticky release. He lifted his hand to Jack’s mouth. “Taste,” he urged, “all of me.”
Jack licked greedily, slurping noisily and bucking his hips up so he rammed into Will.
“I want my taste on your lips forever.”
That did it. Jack sucked three fingers into his mouth to muffle his scream as he came deep and fully inside Will. Will squeezed his legs around Jack. “I love you,” he hummed right before he pulled his fingers out and brought his lips to Jack’s mouth.
Jack later found himself on his back with an annoying but perfectly acceptable cold wet spot under his left buttock. He tried to recreate the night in his mind, and then realized it must have come from leakage from Will’s eager cock, when Jack had been sucking on those pretty toes. He smiled and drifted off to sleep with Will curled up against him.
The silence of the cabin was broken by the sound of the door creaking open slowly. A sliver of moonlight crept across the floor and brushed over Jack’s eyelids. The rustle of clothing followed by a faint sniffing sound.
“Who’s there?” Jack was half-sitting in an instant, with a befuddled Will clutching his chest and the knife from beneath the mattress directed toward the intruder.
The door swung open further and a figure walked into the cabin, inhaling deeply. “Hmmm, smells like I missed all the fun.”
Jack dropped the knife. “Charlotte? What the bloody hell?”
Will blinked in the dim light.
“Sorry. I know it’s late, but I couldn’t sleep. Didn’t want to disturb you, but I won’t get any rest until I have an answer.”
Will sat up groggily. “Whatever is the matter, Charlotte?”
The former harlot suddenly looked very innocent, standing fully clothed in the centre of the room in full view of the two naked and thoroughly debauched looking men. She smiled shyly. “I have a favour to ask of you, Will. But I expect Jack will want to hear it too.”
Jack grunted. “Just state you request, Charlotte. That’s quite enough of the innocent act.”
“Yes, Charlotte. I’d love to do whatever I can to help you. We’re practically family. What do you want?”
Charlotte took a deep breath, as if gathering her courage.
“Will, I need you to get me pregnant.”
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