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Will and Jack didn’t get out of the tub. They never got in the tub. And for that, I think Disney should be apologizing to ME, dammit. Wishful thinking, here, not for profit.
Warning: Frustrated, nasty Charlotte ahead…
willandjacknakedoutofthebathtub (getting off)
Muscular thighs squeezed Captain Jack Sparrow’s waist and Will Turner’s hot arse completely enveloped his cock. Will’s hands gripped his upper arms, pulling his whole body down to settle between those lasciviously spread legs. Jack would almost give up the sea for this.
“Oh, Jack, I missed you so much.”
Jack mumbled into Will’s curls. “As did I.”
“I thought about you every night.”
Jack sucked Will’s earlobe between his lips. “As did I.”
“I even touched myself, thinking about you. But it was really you who made me spend.”
Jack nibbled on the delicate skin beneath the ear, marvelling at the texture under his lips. “Hmmmm.”
“Promise me you’ll never go away for that long again.” Will dug his fingertips into Jack’s biceps and arched his back.
Jack grunted and rammed hard into Will’s open body, so welcoming, so damn perfect, so damn… promise?
Will whimpered when Jack drew back, pulled out halfway, propped himself up on his extended arms and stared down at Will’s flushed face. “Promise you what?”
Will bit his lower lip but said nothing.
Jack shifted one leg to elude the pointed stone digging into his knee. Will shuddered around his cock when the thick shaft tugged at his tender opening. Jack bit back a moan.
“Promise?” Jack repeated, struggling to concentrate.
Will shrugged and wriggled. Only the head of Jack’s cock was still lodged inside him, and while the stretch of it was heavenly Will wanted the whole thing inside, filling him completely.
“Nothing, Jack. I didn’t mean a promise. I meant I don’t want you to ever be away that long again. You don’t have to promise if you don’t want to.” He bucked his hips up, but Jack pulled away smoothly, still attached but not fully sheathed.
Jack balanced on one arm and brought his fingers up to Will’s panting lips. He traced over the rosy skin there. The wet pink tongue darted out and circled, laving the ragged nail. He let his fingertip run along the sharp edge of an incisor. Will sank the tooth into Jack’s fingertip, just enough to smart, not enough to hurt. Then the tongue swept over the little indent in the skin making everything better.
“Hush, luv. You don’t want to be asking for promises like that from the likes of me.” He slowly, almost painfully, lowered himself, sighing when he was once again encased in the heated wonder that was his lover. “God, you are exquisite, Will.” Jack closed his eyes from the excruciating pressure surrounding his cock. “I can promise you only one thing.” Too very much to cope with at times. “I love you. I want you.”
“That was two things.”
“Very well, I can promise you two things.”
Will deliberately pulsed his arse around the thick cock and made Jack’s eyes fly open again.
“And number three,” Jack choked out, “I will always try to please you to the best of my…”
Will’s eyes were impossibly wide, staring into his, trusting him and desiring him at once. Jack feared he might drown in them. He stopped controlling his hips, stopped trying to influence the trajectory of his throbbing cock. He just let go and did what felt natural.
Will’s arms flew around him and they rocked together on the ground, faces buried in each other’s necks, the trees and rocks and water reverberating with their moans. Jack slid his arms under Will in hopes of keeping the boy tight against his chest, but Will was positively writhing and they were both so slippery from the bath and that damn white stuff, whatever it was. Jack thrust into his lover wildly and was sure it was only luck that kept his cock inside when they both shifted back again.
Charlotte sat with her back against the boulder, unable to see the couple, and listened to their fevered cries. Mounting. They couldn’t last much longer like this. Will was almost keening and Jack was close to roaring. Charlotte wiped the sweat from her brow. Really, it was indecent for two men to be carrying on like that in a semipublic place, but she was willing to forgive since they hadn’t seen each other in three weeks.
Three weeks. That reminded her of why she was there. Will had avoided Charlotte that whole time. Studiously. Until this morning, when she’d cornered him and told him the bad news.
It was two weeks since she’d discovered she was not, in fact, carrying Will’s child. Her child. And two nights from now would be the optimum time for her to make a second attempt. But she would have to convince Jack of the fact.
Will had already said he would do it again, if Jack didn’t mind. The poor boy still didn’t understand why Jack was so rattled by the whole affair. Charlotte grinned as, over the rising sound of Will’s fast approaching orgasm, she remembered the sweet expression on his face when she’d approached him early that morning.
“Well, I could try again, Charlotte, if you’re sure you want me to. I’m afraid I wasn’t all that good at it. I mean, obviously, you aren’t with child yet. But if you really think I can do it…” He’d looked so young and adorable when he said that. Charlotte sighed. Will wasn’t nearly as innocent as he seemed, as evidenced by his sharp cries urging Jack to pound into him harder. But he was inexperienced with women and with love.
He didn’t understand how doing something he didn’t consider erotic could be construed as something erotic by someone else. He didn’t understand at all the effect he had on anyone, except for the effect he had on Jack. And even then, Charlotte doubted he truly understood how unreservedly and desperately in love the pirate was. How long would Will remain so oblivious of Jack’s jealousy?
It really was a wonder that Jack had gone away at all. If Will were Charlotte’s treasure she would never have left him alone. But then, Jack knew he could trust the lad. And the whole time Jack was gone, Will had done nothing but work hard and sleep by himself. So Jack was right that Will wouldn’t betray him. But that wouldn’t make it comfortable for Jack, to know that Will had once again offered his seed to Charlotte.
Will gasped Jack’s name and released a furious purr, bordering on a growl. Charlotte imagined the air filling with his earthy scent. Or maybe she smelled it for real. Jack produced a strangled cry and she could imagine him tumbling down, sprawling across his lover in exhaustion and relief and satisfaction. Oh, to have those arms wrapped around her. Those legs between her thighs. She sighed. If she had to be stuck on an island anywhere, this was definitely the island of choice.
The heavy breathing and sighs from the other side of the clearing subsided, replaced by affectionate whispers and an adorable giggle from Will. Naughty Jack, she thought. Whatever had he suggested? She could hear Will blushing from over here.
Tender endearments, ah, that was sweet. Splashing water, a warning to be careful with the goods, followed by an exclamation of disgust from Jack about the loose, liquidy soap Matthew had invented, and a lovely moan accompanying the next splash of warm water, no doubt cleansing Jack and giving him a little thrill at the same time. More endearments and then several squeaky yelps of distress from Jack. Whatever was going on?
She made her way stealthily around the clearing, to the other side of the spring. Across the steaming water she could see the two men on the grass, still gloriously wet and naked. Jack sat with his legs bent, forehead resting on his knees, wiry arms wrapped around them. She could just see his cock hanging down over heavy bollocks, almost hidden behind his feet. Will knelt behind him and was picking various pieces of jewellery out of Jack’s tangled hair. He deftly unwove a long braid and carded his fingers through the ebony tresses.
“Just try it, Jack. It’s marvellous. It won’t hurt you.” Will’s voice was coaxing, wheedling, with an undercurrent of jesting.
“Seems a bit, I don’t know, womanish, don’t you think?” Jack replied gruffly.
Will laughed brightly. “This is from the man who wears this…” Will plucked a string of silver and jade beads out of a braid.
“That’s different!”
“No it isn’t. You can pretend all you like, Jack, but you do care about how you look.”
“And I look just fine. What the devil are you doing to my…” He ineffectually tugged at Will’s hands.
Will batted him away easily. “Sit still, Jack.” He nudged closer into Jack’s back and pressed his chest up against the curve of his spine.
Jack shuddered, helpless under the assault. Charlotte could imagine the heat of Will’s cock, soft and spent, nestled against Jack’s lower back. Growing as he circled his hips to distract Jack while he untangled another clump of hair. The kohl was smeared around Jack’s eyes even more than usual, which was to be expected after such arduous activity, and she could see where Will had wiped some of it off. Jack was the closest to naked he had ever been in his adult life, bereft of his scarf, his jewellery, his kohl and now even the majority of his braids.
Jack had a look of extreme tolerance on his face as if he were indulging the whim of a favourite child, but Charlotte could see his cock twitching and growing with every crush of Will against his back, and every sweep of Will’s hands in his hair, and every appreciative “hmmm” from Will as he worked his way through the tangled mess.
“Just a little. It will make the tangles come out easier.”
Jack nodded, defeated.
Will got up to get the wooden bowl from beside the tub. His cock swung as he walked, half filled and still flushed from his earlier activities. Charlotte felt a twinge of pure desire, unrelated to having a baby. It would be nice to have that cock again.
Will knelt in front of Jack this time, arse resting on his heels, with his back mostly to Charlotte, and rubbed some of the white gel in his fingers. “Just a little, I promise.” And he ran his fingers through the ebony strands.
Charlotte watched, enthralled, as Will patiently worked his way through every last twist and braid and clump until Jack’s hair streamed over his shoulders in supple waves, kinked from the previous style but softened by the oils Will massaged into it. Will combed it through with his fingers, eyes bright with excitement.
He circled his lover, half-crouching, half-crawling, patting and arranging and caressing the hair.
“Are you quite pleased with yourself, then?” Jack smirked. Will was like a child with a new toy, his whole face lit up so brilliantly.
Will nodded. “Oh, Jack, you should see it! It’s beautiful.” Will came to rest in front of Jack, kneeling on the grass, hands on his own thighs. “Please say you’ll keep it like that, at least for a little while, please?”
Jack tilted his head. “Well, I can’t be certain. I don’t even know what it looks like.”
“Tessie, I mean mum, she has a looking glass. I’ll go get it and you can see for yourself!” With that Will leapt to his feet and raced to his discarded clothes.
Jack hated to see those lithe legs disappear into trousers, but he let Will go off to find the mirror. He lay back on the grass, smiling to himself. It was good to be home. The sun shone down on his naked body, warming him, and he felt deliciously satiated from head to toe. So much so that he barely heard the approaching footsteps until Charlotte stood directly above him.
“Well, you certainly are enjoying yourself today, aren’t you, Captain?”
Jack bolted upright with a start and looked around frantically for something to cover up with. The last thing he needed was that harlot ogling him in the altogether.
Charlotte pushed his shoulder back, rocking him off balance, and squatted down, straddling his legs.
“Nothing I haven’t already seen, so don’t vex yourself, ‘mate’.”
Jack glared up at her, angry and disturbed. It was entirely inappropriate for her to be addressing him as such. He was clearly her superior. “What do you want, then?”
“It’s very simple, Jack. I need the boy for another night. I want a baby, and I’ll not have you getting in the way.” She reached up and ran her fingers delicately up the scar on his forehead. “Or do you want everyone to know how you got this?”
Jack scoffed at her. “Are you really trying to blackmail me, harlot?”
“And how Myland sewed it up for you before you ran away from home?”
Jack froze.
“Leaving your mother and sister behind?”
Jack stopped breathing.
“I don’t think people would understand you leaving two defenceless women alone with that monster.”
No, they wouldn’t. It had turned out they were both all right, but he had left them. Alone.
“One night, Jack. I won’t ask again. I’ll get someone else if I need them, but Jacob is still at sea and your boy already said yes if you say yes, so I need you to agree. Now. Or he’ll come back to find me, on top of you...” Charlotte started to untie the strings at the neck of her blouse.
“Fine, we have an accord. One night only, and there will be further terms, but get off me before he comes back!”
Charlotte rose gracefully. “I’ll speak to you at camp at dinner tonight.” She bent down to pass her hand over his forehead again. “I wouldn’t have told anyone, Jack.” She traced the scar with her index finger. “I’ll never tell.”
Jack pulled away from her hand. “Go.”
Charlotte slipped back into the foliage just as Will rounded the corner, looking glass in hand, as well as a silver-backed brush. He sank onto the grass beside Jack.
Will had already agreed. So, that was what this was all about. Taking care of Jack, the whole show in the tub, was that all meant to get Jack to agree to letting Will get Charlotte pregnant?
“Oh, look, Jack. I love it.” Will held up the heavy frame and Jack stared into Will’s eyes.
He saw no duplicity there, only excitement. Excitement about Jack. About what he’d done to Jack. Will wasn’t thinking about Charlotte, even though he knew she’d been watching them. He was only thinking about Jack. He wasn’t even capable of plotting against Jack. He was only capable of getting excited about Jack. How could Jack say no to someone who loved him so much?
Jack peered into the slightly distorted surface. His own face looked back at him, years since he’d seen it, older than it used to be. Those lines around his eyes were a bit deeper, skin rougher. Teeth, the ones he’d not had to replace, not quite so white as they used to be, perhaps. And the scar was not as noticeable as he remembered it, although it was still quite obvious. But it wasn’t nearly as angry as it used to be, and with his hair loose like this it was mostly covered.
And his hair flowed around him like waves of jet beads on the bodice of a very rich widow’s mourning gown, glittering from the oil and sparkling sunlight. He fingered the two braids in his beard. That wouldn’t do, to keep those when everything else had been removed. He put down the looking glass and began to untwist one of the beads.
Will’s hands came up fast, stilling his fingers. “Not those,” he whispered. “Keep those.”
Jack let his hands be lowered, raised his eyebrows in question.
Will shrugged shyly. “I like the way they feel,” he said so quietly Jack could barely hear him. “When you kiss my body,” he added.
Jack nodded slowly, tilted his head back. Surveyed the suddenly shy young man before him. Will was fiddling with Jack’s fingers where they lay on Will’s knees, not daring to look up. Less than an hour ago he was begging to be fucked harder, now he was bashful. How could one not love that?
“And do you like the way my hair feels?”
Will lifted his hand and twirled a lock around his finger. “I don’t know. I haven’t felt it all over my body.”
Jack felt the air rush out of his lungs, unbidden.
“Yet,” Will smiled.
Next: Chapter 56 Everybody Knows
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