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Sheesh, if Disney had done this I think Mickey would have had a heart attack. But he would have died with a giant boner, so not entirely unhappy. As it is, Mickey can be content that I make no profit from these perverted ramblings.
willandjacknakedinabathtub (getting out)
Jesus. Who could imagine something more erotic than that? Will Turner bent over, grasping the side of the tub with one hand, while his other hand smeared thick white lubricant between his spread arse cheeks. Long fingers danced around the little hole there, and Will hung his head down, panting a little, glossy ringlets hiding his flushed face. Simply marvellous.
Charlotte paused on the path to the bathing area, unsure of how to proceed. To move forward would reveal her presence to the two men in the bath. To retreat would delay her hoped-for meeting with Jack, although this was hardly the time or the place, no matter how much she wanted to talk to the man. But the pirate and the blacksmith were completely wrapped up in what they were doing and wouldn’t notice her waiting quietly in the shadows of the boulder just to the left of the path, yes, that one there.
Now Will had his back arched, strong muscles straining against skin she knew from experience was smooth and firm. His fingers trailed up and down the dark cleft, paused at his puckered entrance. Charlotte bit her lips, remembering the texture and tightness of that opening. And the way Will’s cock had jumped inside her when she touched it.
Charlotte stepped around the boulder and peered through the dark, fragrant foliage of a flowering vine that crept up the side of the rock to the branches of a tree far above her head. Now she could see the expression on the pirate’s face. He was dumbstruck, watching Will’s fingers circle and spread the thick lubricant, like a man in a trance. His hands rested on the sides of the tub, clenching around the top of the wood until his deeply tanned knuckles went pure white.
Charlotte tilted her head and stared at the notorious Captain Jack Sparrow. His black eyes sparkled, his smooth cheeks flushed youthfully, his lips parted to reveal a nervous pink tongue sweeping across them. His ebony hair shone in the morning sun, and when he shifted in the steamy water the wiry muscles in his shoulders and arms flexed enticingly. He was beautiful. No wonder Will was so in love with him. How had she never noticed before?
When Charlotte had been with Will, she’d assumed he was with the captain for his experience. After all, as Will had so deftly, or rather un-deftly, proved, experience counts. And a man like Jack would have plenty of experience, with both men and women. She’d naturally assumed Jack had seduced the boy and done things to him Will couldn’t have even imagined. Which, she was sure, was true.
But looking at Jack now, aroused and naked and obviously aching for the boy, she could see why Will was attracted to the pirate. She imagined her mother being attracted to the Earl of Duncroft. Maybe she put up with his cruel treatment because he was beautiful. She herself would never accept poor treatment from a man, ever again. But she could understand her mother’s actions, to an extent.
Jack gasped when Will slid one long finger inside. Will gasped too. His arm was twisted around his back so the muscles in his forearm stood out, the lovely vein just below the elbow jutted sharply, and his long legs spread wider until they were braced against the sides of the tub. The water was deep, up to mid-thigh, so when Jack rose up on his knees his hair trailed in the water, spreading thick and black on the surface.
Brown hands slithered up golden thighs, with fingertips pulsing against the firm muscles, and came to rest, cupping that gorgeous arse. Will continued to fuck himself, and from this angle Charlotte could see Jack’s eyes widen behind the kohl when a second finger joined the first.
“Bloody hell, Will… I can’t… you are…oh, my…”
He was babbling. Charlotte could understand why. She was scarcely capable of more than a moan even watching at this distance.
Jack leaned in close and Charlotte was stunned to see him lick the back of Will’s hand and then trail his tongue down, over knuckles, following the ridge of index finger until it met the pink, stretched skin. Jack lapped at Will and the boy answered with a violent shudder. Charlotte heard a whispered “please”, although she could not tell from whom it came, and Jack reached for Will’s hand and pulled out the fingers, shining and slick with the coconut oil mixture.
Will purred loudly, a sound Charlotte had never heard before, when Jack nuzzled between his legs. Charlotte couldn’t see the details but she knew his tongue was buried as deep as possible. Charlotte slid behind another rock and emerged to see Jack’s fingers pressing against Will’s flanks, Will with his eyes shut tight, face screwed up in concentration and bliss and need, Will’s cock beginning to drip in earnest and Jack reaching around to grasp it at the base.
Charlotte barely had time to conceal herself in the undergrowth when Jack stood, licking and kissing his way up Will’s back. Will panted, gripping the edge of the tub for dear life. Jack stroked his sides gently, so loving and gentle. Jack was trying to contain himself, willing himself to not thrust into the taut young body splayed out in front of him. He murmured something low and rumbling in Will’s ear, producing a short, harsh laugh from the lad. Jack smiled in such a way; Charlotte knew he was trying to calm himself as much as his lover.
When Jack leaned to the side Charlotte got a clear view of his cock, substantial and rock-hard with anticipation, and Charlotte imagined that Jack might be stalling as he fumbled for the bowl of slippery stuff. Stalling because if he were to fuck the boy now he would explode immediately. Charlotte studied the reddened organ, towering upwards above tightly drawn up sacs covered with fine, black down. The hair around Jack’s cock was even blacker, if possible, than the hair on his head. Thick but soft looking, gathered in rich curls she would have loved to toy with.
Will’s cock visibly throbbed above his heavy bollocks. Charlotte gazed at the long shaft and bulbous head, licked her lips remembering the rich sweet taste in her mouth. He was leaking, profusely, so the velvety skin stretched tight over the head glistened. His hair was not quite as thick as Jack’s, a little longer perhaps, looking as silky as she knew it felt. His thighs quivered a little as Jack rubbed against him.
“Now where did that get to… ah, yes. No worry, luv, I found it.” Jack scooped up three fingers of the slick mixture and brought it to his hard shaft. He hissed as he smeared it around the turgid flesh. Couldn’t help stroking up and down a few times, to take the edge off, Charlotte presumed. Jack pressed his fingers where Will’s had been and Charlotte found herself moving back around the boulder again, because the view from the rear would be so much, God yes, better. Jack’s fingers moved with confidence, breaching the little opening with ease, twisting and sliding and curling inside until Will vibrated with pleasure, whimpered with delight. Purred again.
“Patience, mate, it’s been three weeks. I’ll not be causing you any pain…”
Charlotte fairly dripped with excitement. Beauty was one thing, to be sure, but it was the skill as well that made Will react like this. Jack handled him with a sureness that belied his arousal. Somehow he was able to ignore his own throbbing cock and take this glorious time to stretch the boy and prepare him. If that wasn’t love, Charlotte didn’t know what was.
“…only pleasure for you, luv.”
Will growled and pushed his hips back, impaling himself on Jack’s fingers. Feral. So that was what he was like when he was enthusiastic. How utterly enthralling. Charlotte couldn’t wait to have another go at him. He bent his knees a little to change the angle and threw his head back, curls tumbling across his broad shoulders.
Jack made an approving noise and continued twisting his wrist in the same manner until Will started to shake all over. He pulled his fingers out, leaving the thoroughly stretched hole pulsing in their wake.
He petted Will’s hips and moved them forward a bit before leaning in and guiding his cock to the twitching hole with his slickened fingers. He let out a low “hmmmm”, head bent down and wet hair sticking to the sides of his face and neck, legs planted firmly with thigh muscles straining. He was slighter than his lover, but exuding a wiry power that made him seem the stronger of the two. Will’s narrow hips trembled under Jack’s hands as the thick cock sank inside.
Slowly. Fluently. Drawing deep moans from the recipient, and harsh dry breaths from Jack. Too beautiful.
Jack leaned over Will’s bent back, and for the first time Charlotte noticed the naked pirate’s skin. It was tanned, as she expected, but marred by old white scars, and newer pink ones, and a few recent bruises, and tattoos on his arms and shoulders. The fresh brandings stood out bright pink against older scars. Marked, forever, by his desire to please Will. To Charlotte, that was the most romantic thing she’d ever seen.
Jack turned his head toward Charlotte, but he didn’t see her because his eyes were closed in concentration, memorizing every sensation and movement and inch of Will’s tight body. He rested his head on Will’s shoulder blade, his darkly tanned face and beard stark against the lighter olive. Charlotte had never seen Jack without his scarf before, and was mildly shocked to see the jagged scar marring his forehead.
It was old, predating his time as a pirate, Charlotte knew. The story of that final battle between father and son, the wrecking of the parlour in the process, was something spoken of in hushed whispers in the Duncroft manor by all, even all those years after it occurred. The elderly groom, Myland, had stitched up the cut for the youth, before Jack took off forever into the night. Myland had told her of it when Charlotte was a little girl, back when she still believed the Earl to be her real father, and she was terrified that he might do the same to her.
When the truth had come out, and the Earl discovered he was not actually the father but that his scullery maid had snuck out to be with another man, he’d thrown everything he could lay his hands on at Charlotte’s mother. Charlotte was at the door to the kitchen, pounding on it and begging him to let her mother go. And when he opened the door, towering over her in his rage, the vivid image of Myland sewing up the gash on a frightened fifteen-year old’s forehead years before had paralyzed her. But the Earl didn’t strike her. He called her a few filthy names and ordered her to clean up the mess in the kitchen, including the blood from the gash on her mother’s head.
She never thought she would see the actual scar. And there it was, faded and white and mostly hidden by rich black hair. The world seemed very small to Charlotte, and that revelation was followed by the realization that two of the, she had to admit now, most beautiful men she’d ever seen were fucking in front of her and she was thinking about events from so long ago they no longer mattered, and there had to be something terribly wrong with that.
She refocused and found herself looking straight into the slitted, glittering black eyes of Captain Jack Sparrow.
Jack’s lips curled into a wicked, triumphant smile as he rolled his hips forward and listened to Will purr. Beat that, you voyeuristic harlot. You can’t do that. Nobody can, but me.
The crash of several people pushing through the foliage distracted him from his elation. Three people making far more noise than they needed to, so as to warn the couple in the tub of their impending arrival. Charlotte shrank back into the undergrowth. Will’s head jerked up in panic. Jack pulled Will back and sank gracefully into the still full tub, causing water to slosh over the sides but hiding the place where their bodies were connected.
Will’s weight pushed his body down, impaling him on Jack’s cock. He rolled his head back and let out a moan. Jack chuckled and from the twitching muscles in Jack’s shoulder Charlotte could see that the pirate was manipulating the blacksmith beneath the surface. Will’s mouth dropped open, his head lolled to one side against Jack’s neck. Jack glanced over to where Charlotte used to be, but she’d moved.
Darria, Juni and Elsie stepped into the clearing noisily. Darria stopped suddenly, jaw dropping at the sight of Will’s heaving chest and Jack’s arms wrapped around him and the look of utter abandon on Will’s exquisite face. Juni ran into Darria’s broad back and was almost squashed by Elsie, who didn’t want to stop but run forward to get a closer look at the naked Will. But there was Jack, naked as well, behind Will. And they were sitting altogether too close. Elsie opened her mouth to speak but Juni reached up without even looking, she must have heard the intake of air, and clamped her thin hand over it to stop her from exclaiming.
“I think the spring is occupied,” Darria said, a little too loud.
Jack and Will hadn’t looked over at the three women yet. Will had his eyes closed. Jack stared at the back of Will’s head, imagining the look on Will’s face and adjusting to the fact that he was now buried very deep inside the hottest, tightest arse he’d ever had, and Will’s weight was ever pushing him deeper, and far inside there was a strange rippling occurring, which was massaging the head of his cock in the most maddening fashion.
Will let out a small whimper.
Jack tried to speak, but all that came out was a strangled sob.
Juni said something no one but Darria could understand.
Elsie jumped up, desperate to see over Darria’s shoulder.
Charlotte took a deep breath.
Darria turned around and hustled her friend and her daughter back down the path toward the camp. “That was definitely none of our business. Turn yourself around, girl, and get moving. Now! Oh my, pirates!”
Air rushed out of Will fast. He lifted himself slightly and settled back down on Jack’s cock.
“Marvellous stuff,” Jack hissed. “Stays slippery even under water. Remind me to thank Juni… gah!”
Will sped up his movements, almost bouncing in Jack’s lap, which splashed water over the edges of the tub over the rocks. The water was beginning to cool anyway, Jack didn’t miss it at all.
Charlotte leaned forward, peering through the leaves at the scene before her. The boy was spectacular, writhing with need like that, dripping with water and shimmering in the sun.
Without warning, Will pulled himself up and off Jack. Will ignored the yelp of dismay from Jack and turned around. “Out of the tub now, Jack. I need to see you, and I need you on top of me.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “You’re going to be the death of me…” But he hauled himself out of the tub and followed Will to a grassy patch on the other side of the spring, behind a large shrub he couldn’t have identified if his life depended on it, so barely was he able to think, or, for that matter, to keep himself upright. He listed dangerously to the left, overcompensated and tumbled to the ground, finding himself between Will’s widespread legs. How fortuitous.
Will smiled up at him. “Sorry, Jack. I just didn’t want Charlotte to see everything… like this…” and pulled Jack closer by hooking his ankles against Jack’s lower back.
“You saw her there?”
Will grunted as Jack’s cock pressed against him. “Yes, but I wasn’t able to stop right away. And now, oh yes, Jack, now I want to start again!”
Jack sank back inside Will and groaned. The death of him. And what a way to die.
Next: Chapter 55 jackandwillnakedinabathtub(gettingoff)
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