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If Will Turner and Jack Sparrow ever decided to actually do this, the camera wouldn’t be able to see it because it all takes place in the dark. However, the noises alone would have old Walt spinning in his grave at a dizzying velocity, so I’m sorry if this offends. I in no way intend to take Disney’s most profitable live action film and turn it into a smutfest of epic proportions for my own personal profit.
(Just the profit part there is not intended; I meant the smutfest part wholeheartedly.)
Warning: In spite of the suggestive title and momentous number of this part, there is no actual mutual fellatio occurring within this chapter. I am sorry to disappoint any readers with a fondness for tacky puns, but I believe the (Kink!Alert!) hot foot and anal action will make up for the lack of punning.
How Much Can One Man Take?
Captain Jack Sparrow’s head hit a sharp rock when it fell back on the ground, but he didn’t feel it. He tried his damnedest to figure out where he was, but it was impossible to see with no light. And with his eyes rolled back in his head like that. Tongue in his navel. Fucking his navel. Yes, that’s what he loved to do to Will. And Will was doing it to him.
Will was the one doing the licking tonight.
God yes, and he was licking Jack’s cock from base to tip in long, wide strokes, and then he was sucking on the very head of it and his hands were pushing Jack’s thighs up, up and back and open and over, and soon Jack was splayed out like a Christmas goose or some thing on obscene display. Except Will couldn’t see him. Not with his eyes.
He didn’t know Will could do that! That thing with his tongue on the back of Jack’s… mercy! And then he was nibbling at the loose skin of Jack’s… that wasn’t decent at all… and three cheers for indecent. Will made a muffled sound, a moan perhaps, maybe he was trying to say something. But you couldn’t expect anyone to understand you when you had a bollock sucked into your mouth like that, now, could you?
Will moaned again, in lieu of smiling. Because the noises Jack made were making him want to smile, but you couldn’t very well smile with a bollock in your mouth. They were higher than the noises Jack usually made, and Jack had no control over them whatsoever. He let the bollock slide out from between his lips but held some of the loose skin in his mouth. Worried it with his tongue. The sparse hairs were wiry. He turned his head to the side and licked the tender spot where the long, straight hairs on Jack’s legs stopped, and the even longer, curlier hairs of his groin started. The skin there was pale, and soft. Unmarred by scars or ink or brands.
What was he doing? He just kept licking that spot over and over until Jack thought his head might fall off. Jack was unaware of the erogenous nature of that particular patch of skin until, damn, now the tongue was gone and trailing across inner thigh.
Jack wanted to shout ‘No, wrong direction, go down!’ but his own tongue was curiously thick and ineffective. Will’s tongue was at his knee now, insinuating itself into the crease where Jack’s knee was bent, and then Will was unbending his knee and pulling away from Jack and the tongue was on his calf.
Fancy that, Jack thought. Here I am offering my arse up to the whelp and he’s licking my calf. No, shin. No, ankle. Oh, mercy once more - that’s what Will’s tongue feels like on my ankle!
Will swirled his tongue over the slim ankle. Jack had such lovely ankles, he thought to himself. They were almost delicate looking. He’d noticed them when they were stranded on the island. But he didn’t think then that it was right to pay too much attention to them. It wasn’t until he and Jack were on Alphonse’s boat that he’d learned that feet in general were, indeed, quite nice to pay attention to. Or rather, have Jack pay attention to. But the opportune moment had not presented itself for Will to do the attention paying.
That was interesting - Jack appeared to be quite ticklish on the soles of his feet! Just in front of the heel. There. Jack’s leg jerked and Will had to hold it quite firmly. “Steady, Jack,” he whispered against the twitching foot. “I told you, I’m doing the licking tonight.”
That voice. That low, purring, vibrating, soothing… that tongue. That wet and hot and rasping across the bottom of his foot tongue. Licking straight across the bottom where toes met foot, wriggling between toes, followed or echoed or chased by soft lips. That hot breath washing over him. Jack couldn’t believe it. He wished fervently he’d left the lantern lit, because seeing what Will was doing to his foot would be heaven. But then he realized that if he saw it he would be in danger of passing out from the sheer overload of sensation, so perhaps it was best to be doing this in complete darkness after all.
Will sucked the little toe into his mouth and put just enough pressure on it to make Jack gasp.
“Sweet Jesus!”
“Tsk, Jack, such language…” he sucked the next toe into his mouth.
“Fuck!”
“Later,” Will murmured, and pulled the first toe into his mouth along with the second one, and wriggled his tongue between them while he sucked.
“Will, I can’t take that!” Jack was writhing on the ground, jerking his hips up off the grass in Will’s direction, clutching at the wall of the tent, his shirt on the ground, Will’s knee, anything.
Will opened his mouth wide and took all of the toes into his mouth at once.
Jack bellowed.
Matthew rolled over in Alphonse’s arms and looked in the general direction of the tent. He could barely make out the pale outline of the canvas in the darkness. Their modest campfire did little to penetrate the thick night air.
“What do you suppose he’s doing to him?”
Alphonse smiled and petted Matthew’s bare shoulder. “Does it matter?”
Matthew shrugged. “No, but I’d like to know how to get a man to make a noise like that.” He canted his hips to bring his hard cock into contact with Alphonse’s hip.
“If I were to guess,” Alphonse said as he reached down to grab Matthew’s arse, “I would say that you might have to do something to the man that he had never experienced before.”
“Really?”
“He sounds surprised to me.”
“And what might I do to surprise you?”
Alphonse smiled again. He was enjoying this little adventure very much indeed. Will and Jack’s constant amorous activities were prompting Matthew to try ever new things. Not that Matthew had ever been unadventurous, but since settling on this island they’d spent more than a few nights too tired from all the hard work to do anything but lie in each other’s arms.
Not on this trip. No matter how tired they got, they were never too tired to respond to the delicious noises the pirate and the blacksmith wrought from each other. It was contagious.
And he’d seen Will, watching them in the clearing, so he knew he and his lover had the same effect on Will, and probably Jack by proxy. And on it went. The four of them probably constituted the closest alchemy would ever get to perpetual motion.
But there was no time to contemplate that any of that, because Matthew was licking his way down Alphonse’s chest while reaching into his pants.
Jack was whimpering, and Will couldn’t believe it. There were actual tears around his eyes and he was making these little high-pitched panting noises. Will had abandoned Jack’s quite moist feet, kissed and nipped his way back up his legs and torso, and was now kissing salty wetness from around Jack’s eyes.
“Too much?” he whispered, in an all too innocent tone.
“Much,” Jack babbled. “More… much.”
Will smiled. “So, I’m not the only one with a weak spot in his feet?”
Jack took in a shuddering breath.
“You didn’t even know that about yourself, did you, Jack?”
Jack tried to nod. He did succeed in making his head wobble in approximately the right direction. Not that Will could see him, but it was all he could muster.
“So am I to assume that everything you do to me is something you actually like to have done to yourself?” Will let his fingers wander down Jack’s chest to circle a peaked nipple. He pinched lightly.
“Mmmm.” Jack forced himself to focus on the question. “No,” he whispered. “Some things I do just because you like them.”
Will gave a low chuckle. “You mean the way you look at me.”
“It’s dark. Will, I can’t see you.”
“The way you stare at me so hard I can feel your eyes on me, I can feel you caressing my skin when you’re twenty feet away, I can feel you staring at my legs, my chest, my arse, my hands. You don’t like to be stared at like that.”
Jack could only agree. “True. I don’t. But you don’t do that.”
“No. I like looking at you when you don’t know it.”
Ah, so the whelp wasn’t so innocent as he pretended to be. That would be Jack’s fault, actually. “But you like it,” he managed to say, “when I do it to you.”
“Hmmm, I like it when you do just about anything to me.” Will licked across Jack’s eyebrows.
Now there was something Jack had never even considered. How good it would feel to have Will Turner lick his eyebrows. Astonishing.
“But I’m not finished doing things to you yet.”
I’ll bet, Jack thought in a daze. You mean to have me shed every last shred of dignity I might have. And I’ll happily oblige.
“Because I won’t be finished until I’ve licked your arsehole.”
Holy mother of… he said it. Not the way Jack wanted him to say it, but he said it anyway and Jack would have sworn on a Bible, a Torah, a Qur’an, a holy relic or a chest of cursed Aztec gold pieces, that his cock could not possibly have gotten any harder but there it did.
And Will was back between his legs.
Will kissed lightly around Jack’s cock. He had to be careful not to make him spend right away. He pushed Jack’s thighs back up and tasted the sweat between his bollocks and his groin. He licked down the part Jack had called the root of his cock, and loved the texture of the skin there, the way it seemed to press back against his tongue. Then he drew his tongue back into his mouth and slid his lips down.
If the anticipation didn’t kill Jack, he thought he might come the instant Will licked him. He held his breath.
The skin was soft, the hairs were wiry, the little hole spasmed as soon as Will’s tongue touched it and the purr that came out of Will was feral. He swept his tongue across the puckered opening a few times, savouring the intensity of the taste and the vibrations in the backs of Jack’s thighs where Will gripped them, holding him steady. He needed more, so he stabbed with his tongue and poked at the tiny opening until it started to relax and then he had his tongue in Jack’s arse and it was like nothing he’d imagined.
He could feel the muscle opening up to him, and he knew exactly how that felt, in fact he could feel his own arse clenching in response. He took one hand off Jack’s thigh, trusting Jack to stay open for him, and reached down to push his trousers down because his cock was starting to ache. He jerked on it roughly, squeezed it between his fingers hard, imagining the tightness of Jack’s arse around it.
Jack was floating above the ground, or at least he couldn’t feel it beneath him, and he couldn’t feel anything else either, except for that spectacular tongue inside him. And Will didn’t stop, he just kept going and Jack kept keening and Will kept licking and Jack kept opening up and Will kept tonguefucking and Jack tried to spread his legs more but they couldn’t and he wanted Will’s cock inside him more than anything in the world but not if it meant Will taking his tongue away. How much could one man take? He was just about ready to give up and come when the tongue disappeared and he heard Will spit rather noisily and then a slick cockhead was poised at his wet hole.
In. Yes, in. Don’t ever stop that wonderful slide in. Will was big enough and Jack was tight enough that it took some time for Will to sink into him, but not long enough. He was full then, and Will’s shoulders were pressed against inside of his knees. Insanely good, it felt. Will just hovered above him, somehow, cock fully sheathed but his weight not resting on Jack and Jack wanted to feel his full weight, wanted to be crushed by him.
Will was panting. “I’m sorry, Jack, that wasn’t much preparation and…” He moved as if to pull out but Jack forced his legs out from under Will’s torso and wrapped them around his waist.
“Lie on me, Will, I want to feel you. Come on, luv.”
So Will did, and sank into Jack just that little bit more that Jack needed. He tossed his head to one side, needing desperately to move something. His mouth was open but nothing came out. Will lowered his head, twisting as if he knew where it was even if he couldn’t see it, and his lips closed over the wide-open mouth. Jack sucked Will’s tongue into his mouth, tasting himself, tasting Will, tasting the pure sex of it all and moaned around it when his cock pulsed and his seed released between them. But he kept his legs tight around Will.
“Not yet, Will, not yet.” He threw his arms around his lover and stroked his back, holding perfectly still except for the rhythmic pulsing he had no control over. “Shh, not yet.” He put his lips on Will’s again but kept his tongue out of it. He just needed to buy enough time to take Will down a notch.
Will lay on Jack, wanting to let go, but he didn’t. He made a little grunting noise and moved his lips over Jack’s, not to get him excited, just so he could savour the texture of them. He knew exactly why Jack had reined him in like that, and he didn’t want to disappoint.
After enough time had passed, Jack pulled away from Will’s mouth and took a deep breath. “Fuck me proper now, Will. Don’t hold back.”
So he did. And he didn’t.
And Jack was glad they were so far away from the Pearl, because if his crew ever suspected he wanted to be fucked like that, and to make noises like that while he was being fucked like that, he might have a bit of trouble with the more traditional of the men when it came to maintaining discipline on the ship.
Next: Part IX Jack Is Revealed To Will
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