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Not true, didn’t happen, don’t have specific permission but since I don’t profit from it,
that doesn’t specifically matter. Sort of.
It Was Jack All Along
Just kept rowing. Didn’t think about the harlot and the way she looked good and fucked. Even if she didn’t seem entirely satisfied. He wondered why. After all, Jack was always completed satisfied by Will. Rowed even faster.
Scrambling up the rope ladder onto the deck. Rushing to the cabin and searching frantically for Will. Not finding him. Jack’s nose wrinkled in distaste. The smell of a woman, definitely. Not that Charlotte smelled bad. Or at least, not that the scent she left behind was displeasing. Under it, musky and seductive, the scent of Will. Jack rushed back out to the deck in time to see Will climbing back up on the far side of the ship.
Will always looked so good when he was dripping wet.
He shook his head and water flew off his hair, sparkling like diamonds. Then he looked up at Jack, appearing for all the world like a little, lost boy. A little, lost naked boy, that is. “Jack! I just, um, well…”
Jack tilted his head and pursed his lips. “Having a midnight swim?”
Will shrugged and shivered slightly. Jack considered how hard Will’s nipples got when he was cold. As if they were sitting up and begging to be warmed. “I just thought, well I knew you would be coming back tonight. At least I hoped you would.” He stepped toward Jack tentatively. “I wanted you to. And I was just…”
Wanting to get rid of the scent. So he was standing there, cock soft and frankly a little shrivelled from the cold water. Jack thought about letting Will just stand there on deck, naked and trying to explain.
Perhaps he felt guilty. Maybe he should just stand on deck naked not being able to explain. Because Jack felt betrayed, just a little. But then Will looked at him with pleading eyes, begging Jack to end this uneasiness. And Jack could never turn down Will.
“We’d best get you inside and warmed up, luv. You’ll catch your death.” And Jack would not stand for that. He would stand for nothing that might hurt Will. He took Will’s hand and led him to the cabin.
There was a small pot-bellied stove in one corner, and Jack lit the fire while Will sat on a chair, huddled under the blanket Jack had draped over his shoulders. Then Jack poured himself a shot, no two, of rum. And one for Will also. Will threw it back like a seasoned sailor and Jack knew something was seriously wrong when the lad didn’t choke on it.
He knelt on the floor at Will’s feet. “Are you alright, luv? Was it that bad?”
Will leaned into the touch when Jack stroked his wet hair. “No.” Jack’s hand stilled. “I mean, yes.” He waited for Jack’s hand to move again, which it did, as Will had known it would. “It wasn’t like with you. I didn’t really want to be doing it, but I did because it wasn’t about her, it was about the baby.”
Jack nodded carefully. He’d figured as much. He didn’t like it, but he knew Will was just a decent man doing the decent thing. By fucking his stepsister in law. There was something terribly wrong about that, but then there was something terribly wrong about most things that mattered, and he wasn’t one to be too picky.
Will sniffled a little. In lieu of crying, or had he really caught his death?
“Oh, Jack, I wanted her to be you. I couldn’t even… I wasn’t able to do it at all. And then Charlotte started talking about you, about us, and I thought about last night and then I…”
Jack waited. Patiently. While Will stared at the floor. Then he raised an eyebrow. And then? He waited some more. “And then?”
Will grabbed his shoulders, rough. Strong, work-hardened fingers digging in. Jack liked it. “And then I could do it, but only because I was thinking about you. It was so unfair to her, but it was the only way. She was so soft, and so wet, and I didn’t want that at all, but she kept talking about you and what you do to, um, to me.”
Will was thoroughly flustered now, all blushes and eyes darting around the room and squeezing Jack in a way that would have been painful if it wasn’t so damn arousing.
“So,” he drawled. “She was wet.” Come to think of it, that would be quite a shock for Will.
“Oh, yes, it was so strange. And there was this smell, and it wasn’t bad but it wasn’t you. But I didn’t want it on me, not when you were coming back.”
“And you liked it?”
“Not nearly as much as the way I like you. The only way I could do it was to…” Will ducked his head, as if ashamed. His breath came in harsh rasps and his shoulders shook.
Jack understood though. And he felt quite pleased at what he understood. It wasn’t her after all. She hadn’t made him moan like that. It was Jack all along. He rose, slowly, and moved over to the bed. The scent of the two of them was strong, so he stripped off the sheets and tossed them out on deck. They could be dealt with in the morning.
Will watched him with wary eyes. He couldn’t tell what Jack was thinking. He must think Will was awful for having done that. Will felt awful, in spite of the fact that he’d been thinking about Jack all along. He watched as Jack opened the trunk near the bed and pulled out clean sheets. He had never considered that Jack might know where clean sheets would be. He’d never seen Jack do anything like put clean sheets on the bed. But every night the sheets were clean. Someone had to do it. And it made him feel guilty that he’d never helped do that work, at the same time that it occurred to him that Jack must have been doing that for him.
Jack was standing beside him now, and Will could see the outline of his hard cock through his trousers. It was a comforting sight, and it gave Will the courage to stand up and walk to the bed. Jack threw the damp blanket onto the floor and guided Will into fresh, clean sheets with a dry, warm blanket on top. He hadn’t said a word, and Will worried for a second that Jack might just leave, but then the pirate was taking off his clothes and humming some pirate tune in a contented fashion.
Once Jack was naked he slid under the sheet as well and pulled Will against his hard, hot body. “I can’t say I’m happy about the whole thing,” Jack whispered. Now it was his voice’s turn to be shaky. “But you did what you felt was the right thing. Do you still think it was right?”
Will honestly didn’t know. “It was right to help her, but it didn’t feel right without you. And I think, I’m sure, I wanted you to be there too.”
Jack thought this over. He thought about Charlotte, and Will. And him. Together.
Will’s hand crept down and stroked Jack’s cock, which was alarmingly big.
“You like that idea.”
Jack took a deep breath.
Will took that as permission to continue. He rubbed his thumb over the head, catching the little bit of moisture there and smearing it over smooth skin. “If it ever happens again, you’d like to be there, with me. Because that’s what I was thinking about. I was thinking about you inside me, and how good it would have felt to feel you inside me while I was inside her.”
Will’s cock sprang up as he expressed the thought, as if saying it out loud unloosed something inside him. His thick cockhead bumped against Jack’s, and the two of them moaned.
Jack licked his lips. Will had never really talked about Jack fucking him before. Not like that. He felt he should answer in some way, but he couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t make it sound as if he wanted to be with Will and Charlotte at the same time, when in reality the last thing on earth he wanted was to ever share Will with the harlot again. He closed his fingers around Will’s hard cock.
It was smooth and solid and felt no different than it had been the night before, which was comforting. Then he thought about being inside Will’s hot, tight arse while Will fucked Charlotte. He didn’t wish for it, he just let the thought drift across his mind. He thought about how Will might move, how he would push into her, how he might roll his hips, for he knew Will’s hip-rolling was the key to the act.
He thought about Will Turner doing the fucking. And he groaned.
“And I think it was much better for me than it was for her, and I felt so bad about that. I didn’t know what else to do. It made me feel so useless, but it felt good and I couldn’t help myself.” His voice got ragged again, from his feelings of inadequacy or from Jack stroking his cock like that, but it didn’t matter because he felt them both.
”Nonsense, mate,” Jack mumbled. “She got what she wanted, and she couldn’t get that unless you felt good, savvy? So you did just fine, don’t fret. But you liked it, didn’t you?”
Will nodded, ashamed he’d enjoyed himself with someone else but unable to deny it. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have but I did. It felt good, she was so hot and I liked pushing into her, but only when I was thinking about you doing the same thing to me, honestly!”
Jack tilted his head up. And kissed him, slow and deep. He rolled on top of Will, kneeling with one leg on either side of those endless legs. Will stretched out beneath him was, as always, a wondrous sight. But he couldn’t get away from the image of Will’s cock buried inside her, and the way his arse must have looked as he fucked her. He kept on kissing as he slid one hand down to cup the heavy bollocks in his palm. And his fingers couldn’t help but brush over Will’s hot opening.
Will responded by pushing his arse upward, giving Jack greater access. Such a responsive boy! His cock twitched against the underside of Jack’s forearm. Jack moved his hand to surround the cock again, and Will purred.
Jack knew in his heart that Will didn’t purr for her. She could make him moan and she could make him spill his seed in her, but there was no way she made him purr.
The purr was for Jack and Jack alone.
Will’s thrusts into Jack’s fist became more frenzied. He remembered, just before he spent inside Charlotte, how much he’d yearned for Jack. “Jack, please, I only want you. I don’t want you to ever doubt it. Oh, you know just what to do.”
And Jack knew exactly what to do. He reached above his head for the bottle of oil. Will’s breath caught in his throat and he spread his legs wider. He ached for the slow stretch and slide of Jack’s cock. Jack let go of Will’s cock, eliciting a whimper which he ignored, and poured a little of the slick liquid into his hands.
“I love you, Jack. I love you so much. I never want to be with anyone else.” Will kissed Jack excitedly. He could never get enough of Jack.
Jack lowered his hand and closed it over Will’s cock. The slippery oil warmed instantly and when he slid it down to the very base Will purred louder. He closed his eyes and shivered. The wet heat reminded him of fucking Charlotte and his hips responded involuntarily.
“Like I’ve always said,” Jack murmured. “You’re a natural.”
Will had no time to decipher what Jack meant, because he was busy fucking his cock up into Jack’s fist and he didn’t see what Jack was doing with his other hand, and suddenly his cock was pressing against something highly resistant. His eyes flew open as Jack tilted his hips and lowered himself onto Will’s cock.
“Jack!” Will tried to back away, but Jack held his hip down with one hand. The other hand guided Will’s cock as it pushed into Jack’s tight arse.
Jack winced a little, for a second. It had been a very long time since he’d been breached, and Will was unconscionably wide in the head. That initial stretch, that was the hardest part, as he recalled. Once the head was inside he held still, tried to relax, tried to adjust to the size, the pressure, the fullness.
Will was overcome by the incredible tightness of it all. And the heat. And, when he somehow found the wherewithal to raise his head, the sight of Jack Sparrow impaled on his cock met him.
Jack settled on him, completely full. Almost a whole minute of stillness, the only sound in the room their ragged breaths. And then Jack shifted, the tiniest bit, and rolled his head back in delight. “Jesus, you have a beautiful cock,” he said through gritted teeth.
Will couldn’t, didn’t dare, move. He just stared with huge, shocked eyes, until Jack rolled his head back and looked down with black, glittering eyes. A lazy, blissful smile and a glimmer of gold tooth. “Don’t just lay there, Mr. Turner. I expect a proper fucking from you.”
Will tilted his hips experimentally. Jack’s hot tunnel gripped him tightly.
“Hmmm,” Jack growled.
He rocked his hips and caught the exact right spot inside Jack.
“Fuck, yes,” Jack moaned.
Will rolled his hips this time, and stroked the length of Jack’s cock with his hand.
“More!”
Will grabbed Jack’s hips and pushed him sideways, following so that he landed on top, with Jack’s lean legs wrapped around his hips.
Jack pulled Will close, eager to feel his whole body at once. “That’s it, luv. You know what to do, don’t you? Just do what feels…”
But Jack could speak no longer because Will was pumping into him. Brushing against his sensitive spot and filling him entirely. The stretch, the friction, the angle, the hot breath against his throat, the hands gripping his shoulders, everything was too perfect. It was everything Jack hoped it could be, but hadn’t even admitted to himself that he wanted.
Will was astounded. This was like fucking Charlotte only so much better, because he didn’t have to concentrate on Jack being there, because Jack was there, so very there, surrounding him and holding him and kissing him and moaning his name out loud. Jack’s feet pushed against his arse, urging him to fuck harder and faster. Will pounding into the hard body beneath him. No breasts in the way, no worry about hurting him, just pleasure so intense he would explode in any second now.
Jack’s cock pressed into his belly, reminding him of its presence, so Will reached between them to stroke hard. He wanted Jack to release between them, to feel Jack around him when it happened. He opened his mouth and sucked on Jack’s neck, just where Jack liked to do it. The answering shudder made him thrust harder. Jack grunted and stiffened and spilled over his hand. Normally, Will would slide down Jack’s body and lick up the salty fluid but Jack’s arse gripped him too tight. It pulsed down the length of him and sent him into oblivion. The last thing he remembered was releasing inside the heat of his lover and calling out his name.
“Everything is all right now.” Jack kissed damp curls, calming his shaking lover. Will opened his eyes blearily. There was no longer any stickiness between them, even though they lay side by side, bellies and soft cocks pressed tightly together. Everything was clean again. But everything was different.
“I’ll take care of you, and I’ll make sure you don’t ever have to be with anyone else ever again.”
Will snuggled against Jack’s chest. “But what if Charlotte isn’t pregnant?” he asked, stifling a yawn.
Jack chuckled. “She can find someone else for that. I’m terribly sorry, luv, but you’re just too good at that, and I don’t want you to ever do it to anyone else again.”
Next: Chapter 52 White Hot
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