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Yeah right, I wish. Really, I do wish Will and Jack would do this. But they don’t, and I don’t get to make them do this, except in your filthy slashy delicious minds, hence no profit is made by me. Disney makes all the profit. Which is totally unfair, when you think about it,
since I’m the one who’s making them do the *really* fun stuff.
What Will Wants
Will Turner thought about the question. ‘Do you want me to do with you, or do you want to do with me?’
Do to, be done to; these were too specific. Will wanted so badly it was universal. It was all encompassing. He couldn’t distinguish what he wanted to do from what he wanted to feel from what he wanted to taste from what he wanted done to him. He wanted it done!
“Come on, let’s have it,” Jack hissed in his ear.
Will looked at Jack’s face and saw Jack’s eyes. They were glowing. He thought of everything he wanted. He couldn’t say it all. It would take too long, and he would sound terribly greedy. His mouth gaped open, soundlessly.
Jack grinned wickedly, but his hands shook, belying the lechery. “I want to hear you say it, Will.” And it was true. He could have shut up and done just about anything with the lad at that moment, and Will would have been thrilled. But Jack, ever wanting more, ever the pirate, craved the words. He didn’t want this to be another case of Will Turner losing control and doing what felt natural. He wanted Will to take or give or do purposely. Of his own volition. With intent.
Oh, and he also wanted to hear Will beg. But begging was not essential. That could wait for another time, if need be.
Brown eyes darted around, looking for escape? inspiration? Jack ran a hand up Will’s side. So smooth. So golden. Will trembled under his fingers.
But then he was pushing Jack, pushing him up onto his knees. Jack allowed himself to be pushed, straightened, enjoyed the feel of wide, strong hands on his shoulders and thighs and wait a minute, when did he say he wanted to be standing?
Standing was acceptable, however, when Will Turner was kneeling at his feet.
Will looked up at Jack, with his teeth sinking into his lower lip. “I…” his mouth opened. Hot breath jarred Jack’s nerves where is caressed his hip. “I want you to teach me.”
Teach him. What on earth could Jack possibly teach him? The boy was a natural.
“I want to…” The soft voice trailed off and Will was looking down, blushing. His hands gripped Jack’s thighs, and Jack had a thought. He thought he might have gone too far. He might have inadvertently brought back all that timidity and prudery and indignation. Which made his cock twitch and bump Will on the cheek – really not the thing to do to someone when you want him to get over his shyness.
But the memories of Will’s first real kiss, which had been with Jack, and his first orgasm at the hand of another, performed by Jack of course, and his first, well, his first everything… all those memories flooded him and made him harder, which was what made his cock twitch. Blushes and eyes wide with discovery and awkwardness. Unpractised hands and fingers and tongue and lips. Halting words spoken in that maddeningly soft voice.
Fingers stroked the length of Jack’s erection. Gentle but firm, and so very knowing. This was no blushing virgin, not anymore. But Will was still having trouble saying the words. And Jack felt deliciously wicked at how much more aroused that made him.
“I want you to teach me how to…” Will took the head of Jack’s cock into his mouth. His tongue swirled over it; his lips gripped the shaft just below the head just right. Fingers encircled him, squeezed him just so. Just so.
Jack moaned. “Oh, you already know, luv, you already know.”
Will pulled his head back with an unplanned slurping sound. “No, not that. I want to take all of you.”
He looked so much like an eager young pupil. Except Jack had never been that eager for studies. Jack had only ever been that eager the time his riding instructor had taken him out to the… never mind about that, he told himself. Focus on now!
The mouth was back on him, and pulling him deeper. Jack let his fingers wander over Will’s head, through soft, thick curls, and down over his temples. A vein stood out there, as if from the effort of Will’s actions. How delightful. He dropped his fingers down to the place where Will’s jaw opened. He massaged briefly, gently, coaxing the joint open.
“That’s it, luv, you have to open up. Relax, don’t rush it.” Heavens no, don’t rush at all. Jack wished he could do this all night. Just stand here with that incredible wet heat surrounding him, and those incredible curls gliding under his palms, and those hands rubbing nervously up and down his tensed thighs. He felt the jaw drop open under his fingers, and he slid deeper into Will’s mouth, right to the back.
Teeth grazed and he shuddered. Will began to withdraw, but Jack’s fingers tightened on his scalp and kept him from backing off too far. “Not to worry, eh. Just a little teeth, is all.”
But Jack really wanted to feel them again.
Will concentrated on breathing through his nose, on relaxing his jaw so it wouldn’t cramp, on the feel of coarse, wiry hairs under his palms and the smell of musk and sweat and Jack.
This was it. This was as much of Jack’s cock as he had ever been able to take in his mouth. There was, he knew, even though his hands were firmly gripping Jack’s thighs, several fingers worth of cock left to go. He usually kept three fingers and his thumb wrapped snugly around the base, so Jack would at least have friction and pressure on his entire length, even if it did not all come from Will’s mouth.
Will tilted his head and slid his lips along the satiny skin. The vein throbbed against his tongue. When he felt pressure in his throat, when he feared he might gag, he stopped and rested, letting his jaw hang open. Another finger, maybe a finger and a half to go. He slid his hands up to feel the vibrating muscles of Jack’s stomach, and awaited instruction.
Jesus, wasn’t this enough? Jack wasn’t breathing. If he breathed he might explode, spew into the boy’s mouth, and that wouldn’t be very conducive to Will learning now, would it? Will was paused in mid-suck, throat tight against Jack’s cockhead, not moving. Warm air flowed out over the base of Jack’s cock from Will’s nose. How long had they been frozen like this? Jack couldn’t tell. He had half a mind to stop, tell Will that was enough, because if Will learned how to take Jack deep into his throat, well then Jack would be lost. He couldn’t handle that amount of pleasure at once, he was sure of it.
But the thought of Will’s throat opening up for him…
“Tilt your head just a little, that’s it,” Jack grunted. Docile, Will was moving his head, opening his jaw, letting Jack position him. “Can you relax your throat? Let your tongue press down, yes. It’s like letting a drink flow down, you have to –” he felt the jaw open impossibly more, a split second before, “- ahh!” Jack’s fingers gripped hair, his thighs shook and his mouth dropped open.
Will thrilled to the feel of the cockhead pressing and not making him gag. He dropped his shoulders, closed his eyes, just let the hard flesh press into him. And then his lips brushed against soft curls and his nose was touching, actually touching Jack’s belly, and he felt his throat constrict around the bulk inside it and Jack made a noise he’d never heard Jack make before.
Will tried to purr, found it was impossible with a cock wedged in his throat, so he just hummed, and could feel the vibrations around Jack’s cockhead. And heard yet another noise he’d never heard from Jack.
Jesus. The boy would indeed kill him, if he let him keep this up. Jack fought to stay upright, fought to stay conscious, fought to not make that noise but he couldn’t stop it. And he wasn’t even moving. A hot, velvet throat encased him, massaged him, made him want to scream, but he had enough control to keep from doing that.
Or not.
Will’s head moved and Jack thought his cock might not be attached to his body anymore. It seemed a thing apart. A thing of its own. Because Will pulled back, so his lips dragged over slippery hard flesh and Jack’s cockhead left his throat and re-entered his mouth and Jack took a huge, gasping breath. And then he moved again, and Jack’s cock nestled itself even further into Will’s throat, if that was possible. It was only this illusion of detachment that kept Jack from flying into a million pieces.
That and the fact that his cock was now so hard it sent sharp, aching shivers down his thighs. It shouldn’t have been possible to get any harder, for any more blood to flow into his cock and not flow back into his body. But it did. It did because Will was moving now, back and forth along his cock, at a slow enough pace to make Jack hiss. And the strangely exciting pain of it kept him from releasing right then.
“I think…” Jack made one of those noises again. He couldn’t tell which one. “You’ve got it, luv,” he grunted.
But he didn’t. Not yet, at least. Will was frustrated. There was something not right. Oh, he was taking the cock right into his throat, and he’d figured out the precise angle that allowed him to do it without gagging. And it felt so good to have Jack so deep inside him, so intimate, so personal. But still…
Will flexed his fingers on Jack’s thighs. They were hard, unyielding beneath his touch. Every muscle was tense. The hands in his hair pulled, clenched tightly, causing something like pain.
Will got it.
He stopped rocking back and forth on his knees. He stopped dragging his mouth up and down the hot shaft. He stopped holding Jack still. Instead he pushed.
Jack gasped. Will pushed him until his cock slid out of Will’s wide open mouth. And then he pulled, so his cock slid easily back into Will’s throat. Jesus have mercy on him, he would not survive the night. The boy wanted Jack to fuck his mouth.
And, when you thought about it, who was Jack to argue?
He braced his feet on the soft earth. His spreading toes dug into the softness of it. He released his grip on Will’s hair and spread his fingers across his scalp. And he fucked. Not brutally, not like he was using the mouth, no, not like that. He flexed his hips and rolled them forward and tilted them back and it was like riding waves or surviving a storm or walking on a narrow beam. Tightrope. Something you have to do because if you don’t something worse will happen. And it doesn’t matter how much you think you might expire from it and how badly the tension is going to do you in, you just do it.
Will groaned around the thick cock in his mouth. Oh, yes, this was what he wanted. Jack’s cock was sliding in and out of his mouth, all saliva and hardness and perfect rhythm. So very perfect. Every thrust pushed deeper inside, and Will felt his throat open up to take the demanding flesh. He tried to look up, to see Jack, but everything was blurry.
Jack opened his eyes and looked down just in time to see Will’s eyes open. They were wet, from the effort, from something, and it made Jack shudder and clench inside, right before he was lost. Will became a blur as Jack’s final thrust sent him so deep Will’s nose pressed into him painfully, and Jack howled.
Will felt the cock pulse in his mouth, and his throat clenched around the head of it, and he knew Jack’s seed was pumping into him but he couldn’t taste it at all. Jack’s hands were painful against his scalp and he couldn’t breathe, but this wasn’t about breathing. Jack pulled back suddenly, in time for Will to catch the last jet of hot salt on his outstretched tongue.
Jack wavered on the edge of consciousness for what seemed like hours, but it was only the time it took for that last gush of seed to coat Will’s tongue. He blinked hard and forced himself to look. Will’s eyes were closed again, and his mouth was still open as Jack’s cock slipped past his lips. He was kneeling with his legs spread wide, arms hard and shaking as he gripped Jack’s legs. The hands were the only things keeping Jack upright.
It didn’t last long. Jack slithered to the ground, onto his knees, facing Will, who still had his eyes closed, but his lips weren’t open quite so wide anymore. He was panting, out of breath from his efforts. But he was shaking as well, and it didn’t take much effort to see why.
That magnificent cock was pointing straight up at Jack, vibrating and leaking and doing all the things he loved to see Will’s cock doing. But there was one more thing he wanted to see. So he managed to lower himself far enough to reach out with his tongue and touch the very tip of it.
Will growled and shook and erupted. Jack knew it wouldn’t take long, but he wasn’t prepared for the speed and force of it. One simple lick and lovely tasty release sprayed against his lips and he had to open them fast to catch it all. Will’s thighs quavered before they collapsed and Will was lying on his back with his legs bent under him. It couldn’t be comfortable, but that wasn’t the point of it at all, thought Jack.
Jack hovered over Will, lapping at the last bits of spilled seed and the shuddering still-hard cock. He reached under Will’s thighs and pulled them, pushed them up until Will could straighten his exhausted legs. And then he gave Will’s cock one last kiss before sprawling on the ground next to him.
Will’s eyes were unfocussed. His lips were swollen. His throat must be tender as hell, Jack thought, before he lay his head on Will’s chest and fell asleep listening to the pounding of Will’s heart gradually slow to its normal, steady pace.
A few minutes later, Alphonse stepped gingerly over the limp, drained bodies. He’d heard a noise. Actually, he’d heard many noises, but that last one worried him a little. It sounded almost pained, but not distressed. And he had a feeling they wouldn’t be conscious for long after one of them made a noise like that.
He couldn’t exactly tell which one had made it, but he guessed it was Will, because the howl right before it had sounded like Jack. It had woken Matthew, who’d mumbled something about checking on the boy to see if he was all right. Alphonse pulled the blanket up over Matthew and kissed his cheek and told him not to worry. But Alphonse worried, so he crept across the valley to check on the boy and see if he was all right..
Silly men. They should know better than to fall asleep naked in the open like that. There was no telling how cold it might get in the night. His mother would never forgive him if her stepson and his lover succumbed to exposure. He unfolded the light tent and dragged the canvas over the two men, but not before taking a moment to look on their twined bodies.
Will had one leg thrown over one of Jack’s legs, and an arm around his back, with fingers resting lightly on the single exit wound there. Alphonse grimaced. He’d seen the two entrance wounds in the front. The way Will’s fingers rested there, as if they knew even while the rest of Will slept, was sweet. He was protecting him. Jack had his head on Will’s chest, arm curled up so his fingers tangled in Will’s hair. He nuzzled against the chest in his sleep, and he pushed his top leg forward, between Will’s legs, and they met up together in the middle. Alphonse couldn’t see much detail. It was to dark and the hair was too close in colour and texture and the two softened cocks lined up so perfectly, either one of them could have belonged to either of the men.
Alphonse covered them both as best he could and walked silently back to where Matthew waited for him. All was well.
Next: Chapter 65 Brothers
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