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If pirates really got up to this sort of thing, Disney wouldn’t be making movies about it.
Wait a minute, I think pirates did get up to this sort of thing.
Hey, maybe it was Disney that got it wrong! I demand a remake!!
Warning: Kink. Boots. The usual.
Experimentation
“I still don’t understand what was wrong with my old boots.”
Will Turner stood in the captain’s cabin on The Black Pearl, staring down at the brand new black boots on his feet. They were really truly beautiful boots, lustrous leather with silver buckles at the top and smooth silver rings at the ankles through which broad straps of thick leather were looped. They fit his feet perfectly but did not hug his ankles quite as snugly as his old brown boots, which stood on the floor beside the table, still warm from his feet being in them all day.
Captain Jack Sparrow knelt at his feet, checking the fit of the new boots again. “They’re beautiful boots, mate.”
That had already been established. They were beautiful. They were practical. They were very piratey. But they were not Will’s old boots.
“The old ones are perfectly fine.”
“These are better ones.”
“They cost an outlandish sum, Jack. I don’t know why you had to spend…”
Will shushed when two sea-roughened fingers pressed against his lips. Salty. Not unpleasantly so. “Not another word about the boots.” Jack picked up the old ones, turned his back to Will and slid a hand into one boot. The heat was palpable. Just a little damp from sweat. Sultry. He made a fist inside the boot and his lips twisted into a smirk.
Will narrowed his eyes. “What are you doing with my old boots?”
Jack pulled his hand out of the boot suddenly and spun around. “Nothing.”
“Is that why you bought me these boots? You want my old ones? Why didn’t you buy new boots for yourself, Jack? You deserve them…” Jack’s boots were looking a tad worn. Scruffy. From fighting and diving into oceans and the like.
Jack tossed Will’s old boots into the corner, bit his lip and looked down at the ground, with his hands pressed together bobbing in a praying motion, which did not suit his attire but somehow looked right. “Shut up about the boots, like. It’s not…” Jack was going to say ‘worth it’, but that didn’t make any sense.
Truth. It had always, inexplicably, worked in the past with Will.
“Will. Luv. You cannot wear those boots in public anymore.”
“They’re perfectly good boots, Jack!”
“A little too perfect.”
Will frowned. There was something he wasn’t quite catching in this conversation.
“And whenever you wear them I picture you in them.”
That would be what Will had been missing.
“Nothing but them…”
Will smiled.
Jack took Will’s hand in his and raised it to his lips. He kissed a bruised knuckle. There was a scrape across the side of Will’s thumb. He kissed that too. He watched Will’s lashes flutter when he turned the hand around and kissed the inside of Will’s wrist. “Indecent,” he whispered against the strong pulse. “Can’t stand the thought of anyone else seeing you like that.”
Will thought about that night, in this very cabin, when he was wearing nothing but the boots. It had been wicked. Wild. Wonderful. He blushed to think of how he’d offered himself up to Jack like that, so very… wanton.
Jack licked a slow path along the inside of Will’s forearm. His tongue grazed over the prominent vein and traced the contours of hard muscle. He paused at the junction of upper arm and forearm. It was tender there, soft, with two lovely dark veins crossing the paler skin. He pursed his lips and sucked gently. The taste was so subtle he could barely discern it.
He also could not discern a reaction from Will. Any reaction.
He lifted his head to see Will smiling at him mildly, with his arm held out as if for inspection.
“Is there something wrong, Jack?” Will asked placidly.
Jack stared down at the inner arm. He touched it with his finger and found it moist, as if he’d just been licking and sucking on it. He hadn’t imagined doing that after all.
“You didn’t like that?”
Will shrugged. “I didn’t dislike it.”
Jack’s eyes shifted from patch of moist skin to Will’s bland expression.
“You liked it the last time I did it.”
Will reflected on the last time Jack sucked the inside of his elbow… ah, yes. Two nights ago. A week after they’d gotten underway again. Here, in the cabin. It was late, he remembered, and there was only one lantern lit, giving a smoky glow to the air. Jack had spent a bit of time suckling here and there before focusing on that particular area.
“It was fine.”
“You acted as if you liked it.”
“I did.”
“But you just said… and you didn’t act as if you liked it just now.”
Jack was getting more perturbed, and Will couldn’t understand what he’d done to get him so riled. It wasn’t as if he’d pretended to like it. He had liked it. He’d liked it very much indeed.
Then he remembered why. Oh.
“Uh, Jack. The last time was different. You had your, um, you had your cock…”
Ah, yes, Jack thought. Buried bollocks-deep.
“It’s a matter of… circumstances.”
Jack stared at the inner elbow. He had always thought Will liked that. He knew Will liked that. But here he was saying he didn’t particularly care for it. Unless he had a cock up his arse. Odd. He cleared his throat. “Is there anything else, Mr. Turner?”
Will’s eyes got a little wider. Jack was being very formal. He’d put on his pirate captain face, and was definitely using his pirate captain voice. It gave Will little goosebumps on the back of his neck, although he would never admit it to anyone, when Jack decided to play captain. He told himself it was because it reminded him of Jack’s strength and skill and… Oh, dear. Jack was looking at him in an entirely too authoritative manner. Now he’d forgotten the question. He tried to keep his face blank.
Jack dropped the hand and swayed to one side, eyeing Will up and down with an appraising gleam. “Well? Anything else you’ve been hiding from me?”
“Hiding? Jack, I’ve never hidden anything from you!”
It was true. To a point. Nothing but the part about liking him being the captain. Oh, but that raised eyebrow gave him another thrill. When Jack looked at him like that, he felt like Jack was looking right through him, could see every wicked thought that had ever crossed Will’s mind. Will took a deep breath to calm himself.
“Well, if it’s all a matter of circumstance, let’s remove the circumstances then, shall we?” Jack strode to the door and twisted the lock shut. “No cock up your arse, no romantic words to put you in a tizzy, no distractions, just the physical sensation, eh?” He walked back to Will. “Strip, Mr. Turner.”
Will blinked. Strip? Just like that?
“You heard me Mr. Turner. I want to see if there are any other places I’ve been led to believe you enjoy having touched but you actually merely ‘don’t dislike’. It’s high time I did a little experimentation, like.”
Jack had to fight hard to keep that little spark of anger alive inside him. It was the only way he could see this through. Will looked confused, dazed even. He didn’t understand what was happening, and how could he? Still so innocent, still so inexperienced.
Jack was feeling confident. So confident, in fact, that he was going to risk this little nudge, to see if his suspicions were right. He’d promised himself so many times, with such well-meant fervour, that he would never, ever push the lad. But this wasn’t a push, just a little nudge. Jack leered. A nudge in a very wicked direction, to be sure.
To do it, he had to act as if he’d been affronted. There had been an insult to his honour. He kept that in the front of his mind as he drummed his fingers on the table. “Now, Mr. Turner.”
The voice was low, and it rumbled through Will’s body. He had no idea what Jack was up to, and prayed there was no way Jack would be able to see what this was doing to him. He watched Jack’s face quirk into a sneer. There was something Will didn’t understand. He cursed his own naiveté. But he was determined to play the game and find out what Jack was after. He pulled his shirt off, up over his head, noticed that Jack held his breath when he brought his hands down still tangled in the shirt. The shirt fluttered to the floor and Will dragged the heavy new boots off his feet. They clunked to one side. Will’s hands stopped at his waist.
“Go on, Mr. Turner, I don’t have all afternoon.”
Right. The trousers would go as well. Will thought about closed spaces below deck and of not being able to escape the water and the grasping hands of the overpainted harlots in Tortuga, so by the time his cock was bared it was mostly soft and not all that big. The sudden exposure to air made it shrink a little more.
“Grasp the beam.”
Will looked up at the beam of the ceiling. How had that happened? Somehow, Jack had manoeuvred him so he was standing below the lowest beam in the cabin. He reached up and felt the worn grain against his fingertips.
“Let’s just see what it is that you really do enjoy,” Jack muttered. He ran one finger from wrist down to the inside of Will’s elbow.
Will stood perfectly still. He sincerely doubted this was an accurate test. He was so excited by Jack’s manner, he was sure his body’s responses would be skewed.
He couldn’t understand what was wrong with liking something more under one set of conditions than he did under another, but the grim set of Jack’s jaw convinced him to stay quiet. Jack’s fingers were cool and sure on his skin, and he could sense Jack measuring every response, every change in his breath or twitch of his skin. Two fingers rolled a nipple between them and Will couldn’t help the whimper.
“So, you like that one under any circumstance…” Jack tugged a little on the hard nipple. He loved that look on Will’s face, the fight to not show any response. He looked down.
Now there was something he hadn’t seen in a while. Will Turner with a soft cock. Not entirely soft, mind you. But not hard either. It looked so delicate and vulnerable, lying there against those lovely bollocks like that. Limp. Ish. Not entirely limp. Jack’s fingers trailed over Will’s ribs and the cock didn’t so much twitch as swell a little. Some of the skin bunched around the head uncrinkled, and the curve of it, the way it was draped over the bollocks, straightened a touch. Jack sucked in some air noisily.
Will gritted his teeth. Fingers rubbed up his sides and under his arms. Twitch. Pressed into his sides, just above his waist. Another twitch. Ran down the sides of his thighs. “What is the point of this?” Will gasped when a single fingernail traced up his inner thigh and his cock gave a little bounce.
“I’m testing, dear William. Testing to see how you respond, so I’ll know what you really like. I don’t want to waste any time doing things you don’t really like…”
Will let out a small groan. Stroking at the backs of his knees always did that to him. “I don’t believe you’ve ever wasted my time, Captain Sparrow.”
Jack slithered along the floor and stood up behind Will. “No,” he breathed over the back of Will’s neck. “I can’t imagine any time I spend with you being a waste. But there is something to be said for efficiency. What about this?” He ran his fingers down Will’s spine, and was pleased to see the shivers follow them. “And this?” He kissed Will’s shoulder.
“Jack.” Quiet. Needy. Fingers gripped the edge of the beam harder. Legs stretched out spread just enough, thighs quaking, arms wide and corded. “Why are you teasing me?”
Jack peeked over Will’s shoulder. Hmm, just what he wanted to see. Much harder and thicker too. Truly the most beautiful cock he’d ever seen. “No, luv, not teasing. I told you. Testing.”
“I like everything, Jack.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“I did... It’s just… I have to… I can’t let you…. Not all the time….” Will fairly shook with frustration.
Jack licked his lips. Dropped a hand down to arse level. Held his breath.
One quick, sharp slap.
One short, sharp gasp.
Jack’s fingers flexed in the air. He tried again, on the same side. The skin of Will’s arse was a little warmer, from the first blow. He slapped a little harder this time. The firm flesh rippled under his hand. He stepped back. Pink spread across gold. Will didn’t move.
Once more. For luck. On the other side this time.
Will gave a little sigh. A sigh with a moan lurking under it.
Jack craned his neck to look at Will’s front. Fully hard, now, and standing straight out, pointing a little bit up actually. And glistening wet at the blunt tip. Jack looked up, to see Will’s eyes shut tight, sweat on his brow, tips of his teeth sinking into his lip.
He could not have wished for a more beautiful reaction, in his estimation.
He rubbed his fingers in gentle circles over the heated skin. Made a little ‘hmmm’ sound.
Will cleared his throat.
Jack’s cock jumped at the sound. The front of his trousers were tented in front of him, but he didn’t dare do anything about it. He just caressed, soothed, comforted.
“I, uh…”
“Hmmm?”
“I’m not sure about that one. You may have to… again… you know?”
Jack felt dizzy. But he obliged. Three fast spanks on the same side. The left cheek.
Will shuddered. “Oh,” he said, not sure of what else to say.
Will had definitely liked that; he kept his hands on the beam. Obeying orders.
Jack dropped down to the floor behind Will. He kissed, let his tongue lap at the reddened skin. “Just a test,” he mumbled against the warmth. “Nothing meant by it, just a test.” He reached around and slid his fingers around the hard cock. Jack would have taken the time to thank whatever Gods were responsible for this outrageously fortuitous turn of events, if it weren’t for Will’s arse in front of his face with Jack’s handprint clearly visible on it, and the trembling in Will’s legs just as visible.
Scared. He was scared. Of course, he was frightened by this. It wouldn’t do to have Will frightened of Jack, or of his own response to what Jack did. Jack stood up and pressed his body against Will, clothing against naked skin, hard cock against hot arse. “I won’t hurt you,” he promised into the chestnut curls against the back of Will’s neck.
“You can do whatever you want,” Will choked out. “Isn’t that the point of all this?”
Jack thought on it. Perhaps it was. Will sagged a little against him, as if giving up. So pliable, so warm and soft and hard and perfect. Jack wrapped his arms around Will. Is this what Will wanted? What Jack wanted? Will let Jack pry his hands off the beam. Jack rewrapped his arms around the naked torso, with Will’s fingers intertwined with his, so Will was hugging himself as Jack hugged him. Passive.
“No, no, no. I just… I was testing,” he whispered, as if that would reduce it to only a test. He found himself wishing he could go back in time, change something to make this feel better. It should have felt better. Cursed himself for pushing too hard.
Will sighed. His eyes were still closed. He was shocked by what had happened. By his response. He wondered if he belonged to Jack. If Jack could do anything to him and it would only make him want Jack more. It didn’t seem right. That wasn’t what he wanted.
Correction: it clearly was what he wanted; it was what his body wanted. One thing his body wanted. And the rest of him wasn’t opposed to it, as long as it was only playing. But he didn’t want this to change anything between the two of them. Jack himself said he wanted equality. Fun is fun, but Will sensed there was something important at stake. Something vital to the way they were together. He pulled away from Jack.
“Testing?” he asked, as low and alluring as he could manage. “I think I understand.”
Jack let his hands drop to his sides. Something had changed. Something about the way they were relating. Will wasn’t sagging anymore, he was standing tall. His cock was still just as hard, wavering in the air in Jack’s direction like a direct challenge, but he hadn’t given up anything. He wasn’t submitting.
Will walked to the corner. His arse still glowed a little. The noise that came out of Jack was needier than anything he’d ever heard from Will. It was all Jack could do to not reach out and touch the hot skin.
And Jack couldn’t quite put his finger on Will’s new mood. Was it defiance? Was it an attempt at dominance?
Will kicked his old boots upright, slipped his feet into them, and turned around, eyes gleaming bright under half-lowered lashes.
Oh, sweet Jesus, it was equality, Jack thought to himself.
Will walked across the cabin slowly, so Jack could get a really good look at him. “Just so you know, Captain Sparrow,” he came to a halt a foot or so from Jack, “that you are not the only one,” he reached up and grabbed the beam again, “who is experimenting.”
Jack stared, gaping.
“Shall we continue?” Will smirked.
Jack could not get onto his knees and ram Will’s cock into his mouth fast enough. The boots scraped his outer thighs as Will pressed against them. His palms burned where they cupped Will’s arse. He dug his fingers in a little. Will hissed and shoved his cock further into Jack’s mouth. This was the kind of test he could grow to enjoy very much indeed.
Sometime in the middle of the night, Will woke up. Slightly dazed, a little sore, it took a moment for him to make sense of it all. His arse was tender. Jack had used his hand on him a few more times, and every time had been better than the last. He flexed his feet. Jack had taken the boots off him at some point in time.
That was fair. Jack really was helpless when Will had those boots on. He wondered what had happened to them. He couldn’t see them anywhere in the cabin.
He wriggled a bit against Jack’s thighs. His arsehole would be sore tomorrow, but that was predictable, after Jack fucked him that hard while he was bent over the chair like that. The back of his thigh smarted. Probably from Jack’s belt buckle smacking into him so many times. Being completely naked while Jack was all but fully dressed really was fraught with danger. They would have to be more careful next time. He fingered the shallow scratches on his hip. Not too careful, he added silently. There was no harm in a few bruises.
Jack pulled Will against his chest snugly. “Back to sleep, mate. You need it.” He was surprised he hadn’t woken the lad earlier when he got up to hide the boots. Couldn’t leave something that dangerous lying around the cabin now, could he?
Will yawned and pulled Jack’s arms tighter around his chest. “Yes, Captain. But next time, can you be the naked one and I do the spanking?”
Jack grinned into Will’s hair. Experimentation was a very good thing indeed.
“Of course, luv. That’s what equality is all about.”
Next: Chapter 79 Tranquility
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