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Bears no relation to anything owned by anyone else, unless you mean those few borrowed characters from Pirates of the Caribbean. They’re just borrowed, don’t worry.
Warning: Remembrances of not-entirely-consensual past…
The Whole Story
Will Turner pushed a lock of pitch black hair off a sweat-dampened shoulder and kissed the salty skin. “Are you all right?”
Captain Jack Sparrow let out a long sigh. “Mmm, fine now. That was…”
Will kissed him again. “Intense?”
Jack nodded sleepily. Intense indeed. Now he needed to recover.
He still couldn’t believe it. How Will had whipped that knife out of his boot and thrown it into his opponent’s shoulder, in the same instant his sword had been knocked from his other hand. The speed was preternatural. The aim uncanny. The whole move was, Jack had to admit, brilliant. And unbelievably sexy.
Charles had hit the floor in the same instant Nagaraj did.
Then Will, still panting from the exertion, still sweating and straining from the fight, had walked over and hauled Nagaraj up to his feet by the scarlet sash he wore across his chest. Pushed his face into Nagaraj’s.
“I am no one’s toy. And Jack is no one’s toy. And you will walk out of this tavern, and go back to your ship, and sail away from this port forever. In fact, you can sail right out of the Caribbean!”
Jack just stood, stunned, as Nagaraj helped Charles to his feet and yanked the dagger from his flesh. Charles cried out. Nagaraj dropped the dagger at Will’s feet.
By that time, half the crew of the Pearl had become aware of what was happening, and had gathered in and around the tavern to make sure their captain’s foe caused no more trouble.
But that wasn’t the hard part. The hard part was when Will insisted they return to the Pearl, for their own safety. Then he’d insisted on undressing Jack and cleaning all his wounds and holding a cold cloth against his bruised ribs.
Then he’d insisted that Jack tell him the whole story.
Jack tried every evasive manoeuvre he could think of. Oh, my ribs hurt, could you hold that cloth against them again. Look at your hand, I need to clean that scrape there right away. I love to watch you fight, Will. I wish there was some way you could fight without being in danger, you’re so beautiful.
Will just frowned and repeated, “The whole story.”
So Jack told him. The whole truth. The voyage to Singapore, being dumped on the dock, joining up with Nagaraj’s crew. What he did for his captain.
Will listened, nodding, getting Jack a drink when he faltered, gently asking him to continue.
So Jack told him more. About how he became the captain’s boy at night, and how he served his captain well. Nagaraj wasn’t interested in having a lover, but he was skilled, and he taught Jack things he’d never dreamed of, never imagined. And Jack learned to like it. He did like some of it. He liked the actual doing of it. But he never liked feeling of being obligated to do it.
Will stroked his hair. “You have never made me feel obligated, Jack.”
Jack smiled. He had vowed early on to never become like his old captain. He’d concentrated on his swordplay, his sailing, all the useful things he was learning. And he’d seen India, where he learned his captain had earned his name after some rather daring exploits on shore. He sailed the south seas, pillaging and pirating and the like, and rounded the cape and ended up in Patagonia.
That night in the captain’s cabin. The naval officer in his uniform, looking so very proper, demanding Jack go on his knees in front of him. He’d tasted of wool, and fine wine, and everything Jack hated about people who imagined they were proper. Nagaraj bragged about how well he’d trained Jack. He’d petted Jack’s hair while the naval officer ejaculated in Jack’s mouth. And when the officer left, he’d taken Jack on the floor, he was so excited.
So Jack left, in the middle of the night, with nothing but his sword and the clothes on his back. And he was never any captains’ boy again.
He went north, arrived in the Caribbean eventually, slept with as many women as would have him, pirated around a bit to get enough money to get more women to have him, and then took off across the ocean in search of new adventures. Leading to his eventual run in with the East India Trading Company, his eventual return to the Caribbean, his eventual knowledge of the cursed Aztec gold treasure. Will knew the rest.
Will looked out the window at the sky beginning to lighten in the east. That was so very long ago. It seemed like something from another world. Jack was Jack, he had always been Jack. That sounded like a different person.
Jack had rolled over and stared at the pillow.
Will kissed his shoulder.
“Intense?”
Jack nodded. He was drained. He was exposed. He was exhausted.
“You are,” Will then said, his voice soft the way Jack liked it sometimes, “ you are everything that has ever happened to you. Everything has made you what you are. So instead of worrying about who you were then, I’d rather enjoy who you are now.”
Jack raised an eyebrow. What the devil was Will on about now?
Will pushed his shoulder, rolled him over. “Tired?”
Jack nodded.
“Too tired?” Soft and low, the way Jack liked it even more often.
Jack looked up at a vision; it had to be a vision. Will’s hair hung in tight curls about his face, wound tight by the salt of his sweat. His eyes were soft, and warm, and made Jack want to dive into them. His mouth was curved into a gentle smile, inviting, tongue flicking against pink lip.
“Too tired for what, luv?” Jack drawled. Nothing had changed. Nothing at all.
Life was decidedly good.
Will smiled, just enough of a hint of shyness in the smile to shoot a bolt of lightning to Jack’s suddenly awake cock. “Too tired to celebrate winning a dangerous duel?”
Jack snorted. Stalled for time. He couldn’t be caught off guard. Had to regain control of the situation. “It was never dangerous, mate. It was obvious how much better you were from the start.”
Will frowned. “No, it wasn’t. I think I shall have to practice more. Every day. And you shall have to watch. Since you enjoy watching me so much…”
Jack was grinning now. Who needed control when he had this? Ah, yes, Will Turner mock sword fighting on his deck. Now that was something worth getting up for every morning. “I suppose I could do that. I suppose I could even spar with you meself the odd time, if you think it might help.”
Will shook his head. “I think not, Jack. There’s only one thing I want to do when I’m close to you…” he ducked his head and kissed the center of Jack’s chest. “And it’s not fighting.”
Jack wove his fingers through the tight curls and groaned when Will’s lips closed on his nipple. Little gentle nips with careful teeth, circles of fire traced by a pointed tongue, loving sucks and kisses. Who knew a nipple could feel so good?
Will’s mouth was at his again, and Jack gleefully tasted the salt of his own sweat on Will’s tongue. Luckiest man on the seas, he thought to himself as he sucked on Will’s full lower lip.
Will gasped and sucked Jack’s tongue into his mouth. He could never get enough of the pirate. Knowing what he now knew about Jack’s past just made him want more. Jack had learned to survive the hard way. He’d been through it all and come out the other side intact. Will had been through a few rough times as well, but he felt blessed to have this extraordinary man to guide him.
The fight in the tavern had been hard. He’d almost lost. The only thing that gave him the speed and strength he needed was the knowledge that Jack wasn’t giving up, Jack wasn’t going to let anyone take advantage of him ever. He owed it to Jack to win.
He’d felt a rush of excitement when he saw Nagaraj hit the floor. They’d both won their fights at the same time, but he knew in his heart that they’d helped each other win as much as they’d helped themselves.
Now all he wanted was to be so close to his lover that Aocmoilhuicpa himself couldn’t tell them apart.
“Jack, I want you.”
“I want you too, Will.”
“I want you inside me.”
“No, I want you inside me.”
“Jack, please, I need you!”
“Will, I’m not joking here, I want you to fuck me.”
“No!”
Will sat up suddenly, and so did Jack.
“What?”
Will blushed. “Not here.”
Jack looked around his cabin. What could possibly be wrong with here? Will had fucked him that first time here, in this cabin, in this bed. Maybe he hadn’t intended to fuck Jack, but that’s what happened. Jack had rather surprised him with that one. Moreover, after Jack got his brand, he’d lowered himself onto Will’s cock ever so slowly and it made all the pain go away. On this very bed.
“Not when the crew is on board.”
Ah, so that was it. Both those times before there had been no crew to hear them, or interrupt them, or somehow know what was going on. So, that was why Will had been so wildly, incredibly, almost painfully enthusiastic on land, in the tent, with only the randy preacher and his boyfriend to hear. Jack knew that Will practically wanted them to hear.
“I don’t care about the crew,” Jack stated.
Will shook his head, shook his curls, shook Jack’s soul.
“Pirate captains don’t get taken. It’s not right. The crew would see it as a weakness.”
Jack blinked. A weakness? To be fucked by Will Turner? Maybe a privilege…
“I don’t want to be responsible for anyone…”
“I thought that too!” Jack interrupted. “I thought the captain did the taking and the underling served. But it’s not true.”
Will screwed up his face in an almost comical look of disbelief.
Jack laughed. “If that’s what this was about, if you were a member of my crew and I… I never let anyone fuck me again, not until you. I thought it was about being dominant. But I don’t want to be dominant. I want us to be equal.”
Will bit his lip. His lower lip. Perfect white teeth that would feel so good on Jack’s neck. Luscious bottom lip that would feel perfect on Jack’s nipple again.
And that was how Jack Sparrow ended up flat on his back on his bed in his cabin aboard the Black Pearl, with Will Turner buried into him, to the hilt.
Jack shoved his hips up to take more inside, more of that delicious cock. “Jesus, Will, incredible…” he muttered.
The preparation had been hurried, frantic even. Fingers burned, stretched and softened him. Oil drizzled along the crack of his arse and he didn’t care if it tickled. Will was hard, hard and big and everything Jack wanted him to be. Jack’s feet hooked around Will’s waist as Will drove into him.
The way Will’s neck twisted as he strained to one side, eyes clenched tight against the overwhelming pressure of Jack’s arsehole squeezing his cock, was stunning. He groaned and took Jack’s cock in his hand. With his other hand he drizzled oil over it, and spread the oil with his shaking fingers.
“Please, Jack, I’m so close. I want you to be inside me, I’m sorry, I need you…” Will pulled out. Shocking, how empty Jack’s arse felt. Positively bereft. Will pushed Jack’s legs down and crawled, shaking, up Jack’s body.
Jack stared down. Will’s cock was enflamed, so hot and engorged after having been inside Jack. It almost burned when it smacked Jack’s belly. Will wriggled and sat down on Jack’s cock, whimpering a little. Damn, that was with no preparation at all, Jack thought. But he couldn’t move away. Will had him pinned.
Will reached around behind himself and slid two fingers back into Jack’s slippery opening. That was too much. The heat and wet and tightness surrounding his cock and the slick slide of fingers inside him. Breaching and being breached at the same time. Will inside him and being inside Will all at once was breathtaking.
Will couldn’t quite reach deep enough, so he sat up. Then sudden change in angle made Jack see bright white. Will twisted his fingers and probed until he saw Jack’s eyes fly open.
The orgasm hit Jack so hard, tears leaked out of his eyes. Will’s fingers prodded him inside in the exact right place. Will’s arse contracted around him at the same time. And Will purred at the twitch and spurt of his own cock.
Nothing could have happened to make it any better, except for the way Will looked down at him, with his mouth somewhat slack and his eyes glazed enough to give him a look of wantonness that bloody guardian Goddess of Jack’s would kill for it. Will slumped down on top of Jack, sated. Jack wrapped his arms around him and held him there, against him.
The air was still and warm. He could feel the wind slowing. The Black Pearl would soon be stranded if he didn’t act soon. Stuck a few miles from shore with no way to move until the wind decided to pick up again. But then, he couldn’t think of anywhere he would rather be stranded than with Will Turner.
Next: Part X Jack And Will Have Fun
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