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No one took a bath in POTC. Sad. However, OB did in Ned Kelly and JD did in From Hell. But back to the disclaimer – I’m not making profit from this, I’m just imagining what would happen if Will and Jack took a bath. Together. There is no law against that of which I am aware.
Note: Shimura is an invention of mine. I was sort of thinking Seiji Miyaguchi from The Seven Samurai. But that’s just me. He could just as easily look like Takeshi Kaneshiro, if you prefer the pretty boy look. Don’t protest too much – you obviously like pretty boys if you’re reading a fic called willandjacknakedinabathtub ;-)
willandjacknakedinabathtub (gettingin)
“What the hell is it?”
“It’s a bathtub, silly.”
Jack eyed the wooden contraption, dubious.
“Where did it come from?”
“Shimura made it.”
Shimura? Shimura was a pirate, not a carpenter. How did he know how to make a bathtub?
“It’s very clever. See, this sluice gate at the bottom empties it, and it’s set here right beside the hot spring so it’s easy to fill.”
“Why not just take a bath in the spring?”
“So the spring doesn’t get too dirty, of course. The best part is the tub is big enough to fit two or three people.”
Jack squinted as the morning sun rose over the mountain to the east. “So you take a bath at the same time in the same water? In each other’s dirt?”
Will pointed to a low bench off to one side. “You clean up over there first. You scrub off and rinse off with the cooler spring water from that pond, and then you get in the tub. It’s the traditional way to do it. Shimura showed me.”
Jack thought about Will scrubbing himself and rinsing off with a bucket of cool water. The image of rosy peaked nipples and gleaming golden skin was enough to set him reeling, until he considered everything Will had just said. “You took a bath with Shimura?” That was just not right.
Will laughed. “Of course. We had to test the tub.”
Three long weeks without Will. However had he been convinced to agree to it? Will couldn’t be spared, he was just too useful, but supplies were running low and Jack, out of the goodness of his heart, or perhaps the need to escape the increasingly hostile glares from certain members of the settlement and the increasing demand that he ‘pull his weight’, had agreed to make a supply run. And now he finds out Shimura took advantage of his absence to take a bath with Will!
Had he even noticed Shimura was missing from the crew? Several men had been missing, but he hadn’t noted that Shimura wasn’t there. Bloody pirates. You can’t trust any of them.
Wait a minute... Shimura didn’t like men, not the way Jack did at any rate. Slow, deep breaths helped Jack calm his mind. Communal bathing. Platonic communal bathing. He’d heard of that before.
Jack had returned barely hours before, and Will had wasted no time in dragging him up the mountainside to this secluded spot, promising a big surprise. Now Will was scooping a tin bucket into the pond formed by the hot spring and dumping the water into the strange looking tub.
Tapered wooden slats formed what looked suspiciously like a large barrel, with metal bands strapped around at three separate heights. There was a thick, shiny tar on the outside joints of the wood, probably some sort of tree sap. It was almost waist deep, and indeed large enough to fit several people at once.
“Come on Jack, grab that other bucket there. The sooner we get the tub filled, the sooner we can bathe. We’ve been working ever so hard since I saw you last. The long shelter is finished with space for everyone to sleep in until we can build houses, and I made an oven out of two smaller wood stoves. You should taste the bread Kay makes! But supplies were so low, you got back with that flour and grain just in time, you know. We’re going to have to find more food sources on the island soon.”
Will chattered on nervously as Jack watched his back muscles strain against his shirt as he hauled the water from spring to tub. There was something Will wasn’t saying, and it had nothing to do with the tub, or Shimura, or the supplies, that was for certain. “Still, we’re accomplishing a lot,” he babbled on. “There’s this tub and Matthew finished the repairs on the hull of the Interceptor. You see, we were all busy while you were gone buying more supplies…” He looked over at Jack, arms falling slack for a moment, realization dawning in his stunning eyes. “You did buy those supplies, didn’t you, Jack?”
Jack fiddled with the handle of his bucket. “You were there when we sailed in. You saw what the lads were unloading, Will. We got everything we needed and more.” He really didn’t want to waste time discussing the cargo. He’d sailed all night without sleep, and navigated that bloody dangerous and shallow passage to reach the bay as soon as possible so he could be with Will as soon as possible. He could not have cared less about the cargo if you paid him in gold.
“Jack,” Will said, suspicion growing in his voice, “you had enough money to buy everything we needed. Please tell me that’s what you did.”
Jack shrugged and suddenly looked very interested in the shape of the bucket he was using to ineffectually move the water from place to place.
“Jack?”
He looked up. “More or less, luv. There might have been an incident.”
Will raised an eyebrow. Jack hated it when he did that. It was really too distracting.
No, wait, he loved it when Will did that. It was stunning.
Jack cleared his throat. “A ship might have happened across our path. No one got hurt. We just collected a few, uh, donations to the cause is all. For old time’s sake, savvy?”
Will dropped the bucket and sat on a large rock, head in hands. “Jack, you can’t be a pirate at this settlement. We can’t risk the law coming here, causing problems…”
Jack dumped his half-bucket of water into the tub. “Don’t you worry about the law. It was another pirate ship we visited, and they weren’t able to follow us at all. Not after what I did to their rudder. Not to mention their compass. Don’t look so dismayed. You knew I was a pirate before you even met me!”
Will got up to get back to work. Not like Will to sit around. “I’m sorry, Jack. It’s just that I missed you, and I worried about you, and I don’t like the idea of you doing dangerous things like that.”
“It’s not dangerous. It’s fun. Besides, haven’t met a blade yet who could best me…”
Will crossed his arms over his chest and gave what could only be described as a disbelieving look.
“’Cept you, of course, luv. But it’s not a fair fight. You are altogether too distracting for me to ever best you.” Jack gave his most winning smile.
Will picked his pail up again. “I don’t want to argue with you. I want to take a bath with you.”
That sounded good to Jack, whose mood turned lighter. “Am I so disgusting, Mr. Turner? Do I need a bath that badly?” he grumbled, and half-heartedly scooped some more water up and sloshed it in the general direction of the tub.
How did Will do that so fast? One second he was bending to fill the bucket, the next he was standing so close to Jack they were sharing air, hard body pressed up against him, lips grazing his cheek. Astounding, when Jack thought about it.
“No, I think not. I love the way you look, and,” deep breath, so fucking sexy it hurt Jack to hear it, “I love the way you smell and taste. But I want to sit back in the hot spring water and feel your naked body against mine. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for three days, ever since we finished the tub.”
Well, when Will put it that way, how could Jack possibly refuse? Jack still didn’t quite trust the tub, knowing Shimura built it. He’d seen Shimura slit a dozen throats without batting an eye, blow up a guardhouse beside the navy shipyard and then take on three harlots at once in a Tortuga bar. The thought of sitting in a bathtub the man had built with his own hands was unnerving.
But since he would be sitting in the tub with Will Turner, he would find a way to overcome his squeamishness.
Soon the tub was steaming full, and Will was stripping off his clothes, always a first-rate occurrence in Jack’s mind, and scrubbing his skin with a handful of wet white sand. He looked thin, as if he’d been working too hard and not sleeping enough, which was likely the case since Jack knew Will never knew when to stop working. In a way, Jack liked to think the lad would have trouble sleeping without him. But he did not like the idea of Will’s health suffering from it. Life was complicated.
Jack was fascinated by the sand seeping out between Will’s long fingers, the way the grains brought a rosy glow to Will’s tanned skin. He was a bit darker than when Jack left. Must have been working outside with no shirt. Gods, his back muscles were positively rippling. Incredible.
Will was squatting and rinsing himself with the cool water. Jack’s eyes followed the trails of water crisscrossing his hairless chest, down his flat stomach, over glossy dark hair and the lovely cock hanging, soft and pretty, between spread legs. Another bucketful and Will stood, tall and shining in the sunlight. Bath, oh yes, that would be good.
Jack stripped off and sighed happily when Will began scrubbing his back with the fine sand. Nothing compared to the feel of those strong hands on his skin. And there was no way a platonic, traditional communal bath was going to happen here. His cock stirred, excited by the rough grains and firm hands.
“You’re hurt!” Will traced a bruise across Jack’s ribcage, long and thin, such as the broad side of a blade might make. “You were in a swordfight!”
Jack shrugged his hands off. Never thought he’d ever push Will’s hands away from his body, but he did anyway. “Naw, that’s from the railing, savvy? There was some rum, like, one night.”
If Will found out about that brawl he’d never let Jack out of his sight again. Not that there was anything wrong with being in Will’s sight, and especially not with Will being in his sight, but the thought of being trapped on this island until Will felt he’d done enough for these people, that was too much. Jack needed to feel the wind in his hair and the salt spray on his face.
He sidled up to Will. “I missed you so much, I’m afraid I got a bit drunk. I’m sorry, luv. Do you forgive me?” He nuzzled Will’s neck in an endearing fashion.
Will clearly didn’t believe him. He ran his hand lightly over the bruise and winced. “Jack, if the blade had been turned just a few degrees…” He shuddered.
Damn. Couldn’t put anything over on this one, not when it came to bruises delivered by swords. “Ah, yes, well, there was that incident on the other pirate ship. Seems those donations weren’t entirely voluntary. But no reason to fret. The blade was not turned, I am very much in one piece and eager to experience this wonder of a bathtub with you, so lead on.”
Will frowned. Lovely, charming worried little frown. Jack kissed the corner of his down-turned lips. “The fact that you worry about me so makes me even more eager to get into that tub…” Here he was, Captain Jack Sparrow reduced to begging a young whelp to bathe with him.
But what a whelp.
Jesus, but that water was cold. Will dumped several buckets over him to rinse off the sand. He shivered and let Will lead him to sit on a rock off to one side.
“Now I’ll wash your hair,” Will said matter-of-factly.
“You’ll do no such thing, mate.” Jack stood up, terribly conscious of the fact that he was freezing cold, wet and entirely naked. And quite certain that his hair did not need washing.
“Don’t be a baby, Jack. Juni made this wonderful stuff.” He held up a bowl of a greenish substance, thick and oozing, and smelling of trees and sun and salt and herbs and maybe some flowers. “It feels wonderful. Just sit back down.”
He had his hands on Jack’s shoulders, pushing down, and Jack became aware for the first time ever, really, that Will was slightly taller and broader than him. And he didn’t know why he’d never seen it before. They’d been naked enough before together, and they’d been standing next to each other often, but somehow, even though Will was looking so thin, he was big. His shoulders and arms were strong and well muscled. And pushing Jack down. That wasn’t right.
Jack pushed Will back.
And immediately regretted it.
The hurt look on Will’s face made Jack forget why he’d pushed back. He couldn’t remember anything other than his desire to make Will look happy again. That, Jack thought, was sort of pathetic in its own right, but he couldn’t help feeling it all the same.
He sat down on the rock, docile and as contrite as a pirate could possibly be. “Sorry. I always hated getting my hair washed. But I’m sure you won’t get any of that, um, concoction in my eyes, eh?”
Will knelt down in front of Jack and grasped the sides of his face. “Jack, are you frightened of me?”
Jack thought about this. Seriously. Wouldn’t do to give the wrong answer to a question like that.
“No,” he drawled, slowly and carefully. “But I am a tad troubled by how much I feel about you, sometimes.” Honesty always worked so well. He would see what it would bring in this situation.
To his surprise, Will let out a long sigh. Of relief. “Me too. I’m so glad it isn’t only me. It’s overwhelming, isn’t it?”
Jack dared to look into Will’s eyes. Shining chocolate, crinkled at the corners with a smile. Absolute acceptance. Astonishing.
“You never cease to surprise me, young William. And I am truly grateful for it. Now, are you going to sit there all day or are you going to wash this rat’s nest we call my hair?”
And the green concoction did feel good, cooling and tingling at the same time. Will’s fingers worked through Jack’s hair carefully, slipping around braids and bits of jewellery. Jack closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being pampered. No one had washed his hair since he was a lad. He normally just dunked it in a rain barrel or the ocean every now and again. He supposed that might make it rather unpleasant to be around, his lack of proper hair washing. Will might be doing this for his own benefit, not Jack’s, but it didn’t matter as long as Jack did benefit. And he knew he would, in the end. He already was.
He leaned back and Will sluiced warm water over and through and around his hair, and fiddled with one of the braids with a sly little smile playing around the corners of his mouth. Oh yes, the boy had got his way, but Jack was perfectly content with it. What was this game about, anyway?
“Bath time,” Will stated suddenly, then climbed into the tub and leaned back against one side, holding out his arms to Jack. “Come here, and let me hold you.”
Not an offer to be refused. Jack sank into the hot water, let it warm him and loosen him and give him an excuse to melt against Will’s chest. Between his spread legs. Heaven. They sat together, with Will’s arms and legs wrapped around Jack, for a few minutes. Then Will pushed Jack up and reached down beside the tub.
“Darria gave me this,” Will said, picking up another carved wooden bowl. This one held a thick, whitish lump. He spread a little of the stuff between his fingers and ran them through his own hair.
Jack nodded dumbly. All these lotions and potions. Everyone had indeed been busy while he was gone. Why on earth had he gone? Oh yes, they needed supplies, and no one else knew where to find them, and Jack was being driven mad by the constant raised eyebrows and giggling.
He’d hated to leave Will with all those staring, groping horrid women; they all watched him so eagerly. But he knew they wouldn’t tempt Will at all. The day Jack sailed he’d seen that pretty young one, Elsie, rub up against him like some cat in heat, and Will had given her a mild smile and carried her water bucket for her as far as the edge of the clearing where Jack stood. Then Will had taken Jack’s hand, a little bashfully since so many people were around, and led him off to the beach for the most intense goodbye kiss Jack had ever experienced. Jack could still feel Will’s tongue in his throat a week later, when that storm hit and Jack was up for two days straight. It was the only thing that kept him from being swept overboard. The thought of getting Will’s tongue back in his throat.
“Don’t forget me,” Will had said. As if that were possible. Jack felt his grumpy mood returning. He’d been back forever now and Will still hadn’t kissed him. And why was he sitting in hot water watching Will smear a nasty concoction on his head when they should by all rights be fucking?
Oh, that was why. There was always a reason. Oh. My. And what a reason.
Will raised himself half out of the water and arched his back so his head hung over the side of the tub, then dumped a bucket of water over his hair, washing the worst of the white stuff onto the rocks below. Smooth, muscled chest and stomach, skin stretched tight over tense muscles. What a lovely view. And when he lifted himself like that, his cock bobbed close to the surface. Soft from the hot water, but so attractive even when flaccid. Simply charming.
Will shook his head and gleaming droplets flew like airborne gems. His curls settled down around his face in shimmering ringlets. When he ran his fingers through them the curls bounced back up, stubborn like Will.
Jack inhaled and took in the smell of coconut and chocolate and something that smelled, somehow, slippery. It wasn’t bad at all.
Will reached for the bowl again and Jack shrank back, halted by the wall of the tub. “I don’t think that’s necessary, Will, really. My hair is just fine…”
Will smirked at Jack. Smirked. And stood up in the tub. And reached behind himself.
Jack couldn’t see just what Will’s slicked fingers were doing, but he could well imagine. Especially when Will made that little whimpering noise and closed his eyes. Will’s torso twisted to one side and he stretched and sighed and Jack’s temperature rose instantly.
“Oh, god, Will, please,” he hissed involuntarily. “Let me see…”
And Will’s lashes lifted to half-mast, eyes dreamy. He smiled lazily. “Very well.”
And then he turned around and gripped the edge of the tub with his free hand.
Next: Chapter 54 jackandwillnakedinabathtub(gettingout)
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