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No profit is made from this harmless little story based on some characters owned by the evil large movie-and-entertainment-of-all-sorts corporation.
Warning: Voyeuristic feline. Mention of animal sex, but between animals of the same species, so it’s shouldn’t be a squicky thing.
Tranquility
Captain Jack Sparrow woke up feeling very content. Too content. It was preposterous. It was nigh impossible to feel this content whilst waking at the crack of dawn. He took stock of his situation.
The very hot weather had broken a few days before, so the air was mild and ideal for both sleeping and waking. He was in his comfortable bed with relatively fresh sheets. He had no grave injuries, or even notable flesh wounds. Good supper last night, no hangover this morning. He should feel content.
But not this content.
Well, there was the matter of a warm, lanky body stretched out on the bed in front of him. That would account for a good deal of the contentment.
Oh.
And the fact that he was still inside.
How had that happened?
Jack ran the events of last night through his head. Will on his back with his legs flung over Jack’s shoulders. That had been fun; Jack smiled. Then Will on his knees, Jack draped over him, sweat in Jack’s eyes, Will moaning his name. That had been delightful; Jack grinned. Then they’d settled down, Jack’s front to Will’s back, Jack’s back to the wall, slow, languorous and gentle. Jack with his arm wrapped around Will’s waist, stroking his cock slowly, rubbing against him inside at just the right angle, Will’s choked cry as he spilled on Jack’s hand, then the kittenish licks at Jack’s wet fist while Jack kept fucking at a leisurely pace.
Jack hadn’t so much spilled into Will’s hot body as oozed into it. It was the calmest, most prolonged orgasm he’d ever experienced. It seemed to go on forever, in a good way. Jack’s cock just kept pulsing, and he stayed glued to Will’s back, holding him, kissing his shoulder, throughout. And afterwards, after the feeling that he was flowing into Will had faded, they’d drifted off to sleep.
They must have slept in the same position like that all night. It was a miracle none of Jack’s limbs were asleep when he woke. Now he was hard again, not an unusual event first thing in the morning, and he was still inside.
Bloody hell. There was nothing on earth better than waking up hard and already inside Will!
Jack’s tongue snaked out and took an experimental taste of Will’s shoulder. Salty, tangy, Will-like taste burst across his tongue. He licked again, across and up Will’s neck. Will murmured and shifted in his sleep.
Chocolate brown eyes fluttered open.
He was in bed. In the captain’s cabin on the Pearl. He could see that. It had to be Jack behind him. No one else would be in the captain’s cabin. In the captain’s bed. Yes, that was Jack’s tongue painting little patterns on the side of his neck, caressing his pulse, Jack’s lips nibbling at his ear lobe. He recognized it.
And that was Jack inside him.
Again.
Still.
And now it was morning and Jack was hard, inside Will.
Will purred.
Jack rolled his hips forward, pushed up into Will a tiny bit more, changed the angle, upped the intensity. Will answered by pushing back, a little harder, and purring again, a little louder.
Will was slippery inside, hot and slick and tight and just about the best thing Jack could imagine. Jack was hard, and just as hot, and the way he was moving, shallow thrusts so deliberate Will would swear he could feel the shape of the head as it shifted inside him, made Will want more. Always more.
Will made a fist, gripping the sheet. Too intense, almost. He pressed back, needing Jack to just stay still for a minute. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the fucking. He just wanted to feel the stretch and only the stretch of it, for a minute. He wanted to lie perfectly still and feel his arse filled with Jack’s cock. “Shhh,” he said, knowing he wasn’t talking about the correct sense, but hoping Jack would understand.
Jack did understand. He stopped thrusting, stopped fucking, even stopped breathing. He closed his eyes and held Will tight against him. He could feel everything; the smoothness of the skin of Will’s chest under Jack’s fingers, the tightness of his slick opening around Jack’s cock, the way his bollocks pressed into Jack’s, the backs of his thighs plastered to the fronts of Jack’s thighs and the softness of his hair as it curled under Jack’s lips.
Jack twitched his lips, and a little tuft of hair caught between his lips. He worried the chestnut lock, could feel each individual strand against his lips. When Will made a low, content sigh, Jack raised his lids.
And looked into a pair of glistening black eyes, round eyes that reflected every bit of weak dawn light in the cabin and shone it back at Jack in challenge. Matted dark hair stuck out at odd angles, and a mouth beneath whiskers, opened to show two gleaming fangs.
Jack jumped back with a yell, involuntarily. Will howled as the cock inside him yanked him back painfully. He writhed, twisting his hips in hopes of forcing the cock out, where it could cause no more pain. He yelped and wrenched himself forward, smashing the top of his head against the shelf at the head of the bed.
The black eyes and fangs hopped down, off the table to the floor, to where Jack could no longer see them.
Jack cried out when Will jolted forward, because his cock was still inside, and the distance between their bodies had increased at a rapid enough rate to make him fear he might be permanently separated from it. Then Will’s head hit the shelf and Jack cried out in alarm, not for himself but for Will.
Then it registered how much his cock hurt. He slid forward. Will recoiled, as if to pull away, but somehow through the pain on the top of his head and the pain in his arse and the shock and everything else, he realized that a cock that big and that hard, buried so deep inside at such an acute angle, wasn’t going to slide out easily, and that they were probably both better off if Jack eased back in rather than out, so he lay still.
Sure enough, once Jack was properly seated again, the ache for both of them faded to almost nothing, aside from the intense pain on the top of Will’s head. Jack kissed his neck and shoulder and the wrist of the hand Will pressed against the ache.
“Are you alright, mate?” he asked feebly, feeling foolish.
Will took a deep breath. “I’m…” He didn’t want to answer the question. It didn’t seem very piratey to complain about a little pain, but it did hurt.
“I’m sorry, luv, I didn’t mean for that to happen. There was this giant rat…” Jack shuddered, and it echoed through Will’s body, since Jack was still inside. “Nasty black eyes and pointed teeth and all that. It jumped up at me.”
Will rubbed his head. This was ridiculous. Why was Jack still inside him? His head hurt, his arse felt as if he’d had something thick and hard shoved up it and then wrenched around, which was exactly what had happened, and Jack was babbling about rats.
“It was enormous. A rat the size of a bloody cat.”
Will creaked on eye open and looked down on the floor.
“Jack, it’s the size of a cat because it is a cat.”
“Nonsense, I don’t own a cat. How can it be a cat? There’s no cat.” Jack peeked over Will’s shoulder. “Where the bloody hell did that cat come from?”
Will swatted Jack’s head back, which put Jack in a much more comfortable position inside him. “That’s the cat. The new cat. The one that was in my satchel last night.”
Jack pondered. Satchel. On the table. Jack was complaining to Will about the noise and the smell. The deck was crawling with livestock. Maybe not crawling. There was a cow, though. A great big cow. It was pregnant, and it was huge. And there were some goats, and a few pigs. And then they’d brought on another cow. A boy cow, that one was.
Will had warned him they might bring a few animals back, but as Jack watched them bring all these creatures aboard he’d beat a hasty retreat to his cabin to await Will. He thanked the Heavens he wasn’t flying pirate colours. What would other pirates think? A pirate ship full of animals like that.
At least they took the chickens and ducks down below. Jack couldn’t abide poultry.
Finally, after much strutting to and fro and organizing things all over the deck while Jack watched from the safety of his cabin, Will had joined him. He’d slung the satchel on the table and babbled for a while about the good prices and how wonderful everything would be once they transported all these beasts to the Isla de Muerta. And then the satchel started to move, to undulate as if it was going to give birth. Which it eventually did. To a large, tortoise-shell cat with a prominent orange spot on its forehead and the longest tail Jack had ever seen.
Jack shuddered. He could hear noises out on deck. Shifting noises. Stomping noises. Moos, of all things.
“Honestly, Jack, you don’t remember? How much rum did you drink while I was at market?” Will wriggled his arse a little to get more comfortable.
The friction made Jack see stars. He was still inside. He had to blink a few times before he could focus on the bottle on the table beside the satchel. It was definitely a different shape than the bottle he’d opened when Will, Mr. Gibbs, Mr. Bertram and a few others had gone ashore. And he’d consumed enough of the first bottle by the time they’d returned to the dock that Shimura had been the one to shout the orders and guide the Pearl to the berth. It seems that you can’t get a cow from a dock to a rowboat to the deck of a ship. A gangplank was required. By the time all the manoeuvrings and loading and getting underway were over with, that would be almost two bottles. Not all that much.
Will made a face Jack couldn’t see, but he knew what it looked like anyway. “Hey, it did not have any deleterious effect upon my performance last night…” Jack began to protest.
Will made a little chuckle and jutted his arse back into Jack’s groin. Jack moaned. “Does anything affect your performance?” he sniggered, blatantly ignoring Jack’s little guilt issue in the tent after he’d been with Anamaria.
Jack pulled Will’s shoulders flush against his chest. There was no way he could get any closer. “Not when you’re involved, luv,” he breathed into Will’s ear.
Then the cat jumped up on the edge of the bed.
Will saw her coming, and pressed himself hard against Jack, to avoid the painful cock wrenching of before. Jack stayed his nerves and rocked a little into Will’s arse. “Pretty little thing, isn’t she,” he said, his voice only mildly shaky from the double shock of the cat jumping up and his cock being buried even deeper inside Will.
“She followed me, I had no choice in the matter. Besides, Jack, if you’re so afraid of rats, you should want a cat on board!”
“A cat I can live with,” Jack agreed, ignoring the whole rat-fear remark. He nibbled on the top ridge of Will’s ear. “But the cattle will have to go.” He slid his hand down to Will’s hip. Sinew, muscle and the smoothest skin imaginable. It was sinful, the way Jack’s hand fit over the curve of it so perfectly.
Will shooed the cat away. “Give us some privacy!” he hissed.
Jack inched his hand around the front and down the ridged stomach, encountered thick, wavy hair. “Your hair is so lovely,” he sighed, “everywhere.” He stroked the tight curls until Will’s cock rose to bump against his hand. Jack grunted, “Lovely!” and fisted the cock. “Hmm, this could be my favourite way to wake up, you know. Already inside you, deep in your arse, already fucking you…”
Will gasped. Such language. It was so wicked. So very Jack.
Fingers pulled on his cock, other fingers curled up between them, cupping his arse, kneading the flesh, a hungry mouth, always hungry for him, nipped at his shoulder blades, his neck, his jaw. All the while, Jack rocked in and out of his arse, still a little sore from the roughness of earlier, but so eager to be properly fucked.
“Not so hard,” he managed to rasp. “We don’t have to get up yet, and I want to enjoy this for as long as possible.”
Jack grunted. He never wanted it to end either, but the crew was getting up. He would only be able to delay for so long. He slowed his pace and shallowed his strokes and breathed deep and unhurried.
The cat jumped up on the table, watching the two men with interest. Will huffed. “She’s watching you, Jack.”
“She’s just jealous,” Jack growled.
The cat lay down. Her body was limp, but her eyes stayed wide.
“It’s you she wants, Jack,” Will gave a half laugh when Jack pushed his top leg forward and thrust at a new angle.
“I assure you, Mr. Turner,” Jack rumbled, “you are the one everyone wants. But I shan’t let them have you…” He groaned as he sank even deeper. “Gods, you’re so tight, I can’t believe I was in you all night!”
Will laughed out loud, his laugh cut off by a moan when Jack tightened his grip on his cock. “Not all night.”
Jack gave a hard thrust. “What?” Not all night?
“I had to, ah, Jack! Do that again! Yes, that! I got up in the middle of the night. Oh, no, not that, that’s too maddening. Please, a little deeper there. Just like that, oh! I had to tend the cows… and me... gah, Jack!”
Jack slammed into Will. The time for lasting forever was over. Will’s hot tunnel was spasming around him, gripping him like a fist. He could do this forever theoretically, but reality wasn’t going to last that long.
Will panted, one hand gripping the edge of the bed, the other coming down to close over Jack’s, pulling on his cock. “Ah! When I came back to bed you were… Oh!”
The cows. And the pigs. They were restless. And amorous. The bull had almost fallen overboard trying to mount the cow. They got even more restless when Will approached. They could smell Jack on him. Mr. Bertram had had to deal with them. When Will returned to Jack, he couldn’t help himself. He kept thinking about how everyone probably knew what had been going all night, and how he was the only one who would ever get to do those things with Jack.
Jack sunk his teeth, not hard, into Will’s shoulder to keep from shouting. People were walking around outside. Not that it had ever stopped him before, but he could hear them and he didn’t want them to hear him. “What was I?” he hissed.
“Hard. Ahhh. But so tranquil, I didn’t want to wake you.” Will gritted his teeth. “But I wanted you inside me…”
Well, the idea of that just did Jack right in. Will wriggling his arse and sliding Jack’s cock into him. How on earth had he not woken up? He made a mental note never to drink two bottles of rum at a time in the future. There was no way he wanted to miss something like that again.
But then, he had woken up inside Will. There was something to be said for that in itself.
“And am I tranquil now?” he ground out as he pushed inside one last time. Will shook his head back and forth with the effort of not yelling. Jack sighed very loudly, for a sigh, as his cock throbbed inside Will.
One, two, three more strokes of Will’s cock. He cupped his hand over the round head to catch the hot spray in his palm. “That’s mine, mate,” he whispered and brought it to his mouth.
Will trembled against him.
“Hmm, tranquility…” he sighed. His head didn’t hurt anymore.
Next: Chapter 80 Fertility
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