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This sort of thing never happens in Disney scripts, not even in the first draft. But I can pretend while I’m busy not making a lick of profit.
Yours, Mine, Ours
Captain Jack Sparrow’s hand rested on the front curve of Will Turner’s shoulder, with his index and middle fingers curled over the swell of deltoid, the other two fingers resting in the groove between shoulder and neck, and the thumb stretched around the front so the tip of it was being tickled by the soft hair that grew under Will’s arm.
Will was lying on his back, eyes closed, hands clasped behind his head, enjoying the spaciousness of their new, wide bed. “I can’t believe you got Shimura to widen your bed for me,” he murmured dreamily.
“Us, luv,” Jack corrected him. As much as he loved the way his hand fit the shoulder perfectly, he still felt the desire to explore. Never would he tire of exploring. He trailed his fingers in a rough circle on the head of the prominent shoulder muscle, then dipped down into the dark brown hair.
Will shivered a bit, mildly ticklish under his arms, but more aroused than tickled by the whispery sensation of fingertips barely caressing his sensitive skin. Jack left the patch of hair and followed the line between bulging shoulder and rounded bicep. “He said he would be delighted to enlarge the bed as his last duty aboard the Pearl.”
Will opened his eyes. “Shimura? Quit?”
Jack nodded. “Aye, he’s gone landlubber. Seems he’s got himself hooked up with a lady onshore, and she wants him around more. Ah, they could use a good woodworker over there. Isn’t like I’d stop a man from leaving. It’s his right, savvy?” Jack’s fingers migrated back to the warm thatch of hair. He couldn’t stay away from it for some reason. “S’alright. Juni’ll make him happy like.”
Will’s eyes widened. “Juni? The short little tiny woman? The one who giggles and makes lewd gestures about men?”
Jack grinned. “Oh, you know her then, eh?”
Will nodded. “The one who doesn’t speak a word of English?”
Jack shrugged. “Apparently, that’s not proved an obstacle for the happy couple. But then, I’ve known Shimura for years - shared lodgings with the man, and I can tell you from personal experience that he doesn’t speak a word of English when he gets close and personal with a woman. I think they’ll manage just fine.”
Will blushed. Now he would be dreading it, every time he was ashore, accidentally overhearing the high, staccato tones of Juni’s language and the harsher, forceful sounds of Shimura’s, together, rising in volume. His imagination was getting away with him. Or not. He’d hear a few stories about Shimura from the other pirates. The thought of Jack sharing a room with him, while Shimura’s woman or, if you believed the bulk of the stories, women were present… made him wonder what Jack was doing in the room with Shimura and the ladies. He sat up.
Jack pushed him back down. “Relax, luv, water under the hull. Long long time ago. I only share my bed with you. I’ve only wanted to share myself with you since I met you.” He kissed Will in the center of his chest. Then he licked up the center of Will’s chest. Then he ran his tongue in circles around the hollow at the base of Will’s throat.
Will closed his eyes again. He spread out his arms and stretched until he felt the edges of the mattress curve under his fingers. All this space. They’d been sleeping practically on top of each other every night, and Will had bumped his head a few times trying to get comfortable, or more advantageously situated, during more strenuous activities. They’d joked about needing a larger bed, but Will had been utterly shocked to return to the Pearl that afternoon to find Shimura on his knees making a final adjustment to the headboard.
“Ah, Will, mate, good to see you,” Shimura had said casually. But when he turned his head Will thought he saw him wince. Will was early.
Jack had skidded into the room seconds later. “So much for the element of surprise,” he’d muttered. “I thought you were having dinner with Kay and Franklin tonight.”
Will had just blinked and stared at the huge bed. “I was, but the baby was a little out of sorts and one of the little ones fell and had a skinned knee Kay needed to tend, and I didn’t want to be a bother. What is this?”
Shimura got up and gathered his tools. “It’s your new bed, mate. So, you have fun with it, I’m going ashore. Cheers.” He winked and made a hasty getaway.
Will had stared a moment more, then helped Jack fit the new mattress, thicker than the old one and stuffed with cotton scrounged from various sources. “It’s a tad lumpy, but I’m assured that if you roll it up every morning it’ll sort itself out. Shimura designed it all.”
Will nodded and watched Jack spread a new sheet, made from two old sheets sewn together, over the mattress. “We’ll have to get some more linen, eh, next time we go ashore… Will? What’s wrong?” Jack was concerned because Will was biting his lip and having that watery look he sometimes got. “Will?”
And then Will was on Jack, and there were no more words for a while, except for a few “Oh God”s and a couple of “Jesus! Will!”s.
Tackled, Jack was; tackled and stripped with no more dignity than a duck being plucked before slaughter. But it wasn’t slaughter that followed the stripping, and Jack had arched under the assault of Will’s mouth, gripping his hair when he swallowed Jack’s cock. That was when the first “Jesus! Will!” slipped out.
Jack spread his whole body over Will and spread his arms to grip Will’s wrists firmly at the edges of the bed. “Fits well, doesn’t it?” he leered. “Gives me all sorts of ideas!” He wriggled his cock against Will’s, pleased to feel it harden in response. After all, it must have been an hour or so since they’d spent in each other’s mouths, lying diagonally across the mattress, christening the new bed so to speak. Jack was inclined to give it a more vigorous trial run.
Will caught his mouth in a wet kiss, all tongue and moaning. Jack didn’t resist when the wrists he was supposed to be holding down rose up, followed by hands around his back, and those hands slid down his sides to settle on his arse. “Aye,” Jack muttered against Will’s chin. He licked the scruffy beard there. “Now that’s an idea I can go along with, mate.” He pushed his arse back into Will’s hands. When Will’s long fingers squeezed him, and one hand crept toward the hot crease, he didn’t bother to suppress the shudder. Pleasing each other with their mouths had, as always, been delicious. But having Will take him on the new bed appealed to him in a more visceral manner.
But there was a timid knock on the door. “Who is it?” Jack shouted in his best intimidating pirate captain voice.
Will quivered a little under him. Oh, so the lad wanted to play pirate tonight. Jack could accommodate that. But then a voice answered, “It’s Elsie, Captain Sparrow.”
“Curses. I forgot.” Jack jumped up and pulled on a pair of trousers. “Just, um…” Jack looked down at Will’s body, stretched out across the bed. Naked. Just sweaty enough to give him a soft glow. And hard. Sweet Jesus, he was hard and Jack wanted nothing more than to…
“Captain Sparrow?”
Jack brutally crammed his cock into his trousers and pulled on a shirt. He dragged a quilt out of the trunk next to the bed and threw it over Will. “Stay covered!” he commanded. He didn’t care if the little wench had gone and married that strapping young man. He’d seen the look in her eye plenty of times when she saw Will fully clothed, he wasn’t about to let her take a gander when the man was naked, not to mention hard.
Jack opened the door and stood in front of Elsie, dishevelled as a pirate could be, but at least he was mostly covered up. “Come in, I’ll get your payment.”
Elsie entered the room. She noticed the sturdy table that dominated the room, and the open trunk, almost full of bedding. She saw the wide, strong new bed and the mattress she’d help to make with the other women, and the sheets they’d sewn together. She saw the quilt thrown haphazardly over the stock-still form of Will Turner. “Oh, hello, Will. Lovely night, isn’t it?” she said, a little too casually.
Jack narrowed his eyes.
Will smiled and gave her a little wave, careful not to dislodge the quilt. “Good evening, Elsie.”
Elsie leaned to the side to get a better look at what Jack was doing. He looked back over his shoulder at her. “Imagine my surprise, eh,” he said as he dragged a tin box from the inside the false bottom of the dresser, “when I discovered that Barbossa and his thieving lot never found this?”
Elsie stepped closer to the table and fidgeted at its edge with nervous fingers.
He put the tin on the table with a great flourish. “You’ve never seen any like these before, I’ll warrant.”
She nodded eagerly, urging him to open the box with a gesture.
Jack grinned, waggled his eyebrows, and flipped the lid.
Elsie’s eyes grew as big as saucers. “Ooh, my!”
Will strained to see what was in the tin without losing the quilt.
Jack’s smile showed a good deal of pride. “Been collecting them for years,” he said.
“They’re lovely,” she gushed.
Will slid to the edge of the bed and sat up, desperate to see more, but he couldn’t see inside, so he stood clutching the quilt so it at least covered the most important parts.
“Lovely,” Elsie repeated as she glanced over at the gleaming chest and hard nipples to her right.
Jack side-stepped swiftly to get in between Will and the woman. He gave first Elsie, then Will a warning look.
“I want to see in the box, Jack!”
Jack grabbed the box and held it closer so Will could see inside, shuffling so Elsie could no longer see the box or Will. Will took the box and sat down again. Jack shifted the quilt so Will was mostly covered again. Everything was just so.
Thimbles. Dozens of thimbles. Plain ones, delicately carved ones, shiny new-looking thimbles and old, scratched, tarnished ones, all sorts of sizes and designs. The box was full of them. Will looked up at Jack, who’d lost the look of pride and was now looking a bit sheepish.
“Just put them aside, all these years. Any time I ran across one. Don’t really need them anymore, and I heard Elsie here complaining to her mother when they were making the sheets that they didn’t have any. So, we struck an accord. They sewed the mattress and the sheets for me, and, well, I don’t need to be collecting those sorts of things anymore.”
Jack handed the box to Elsie, but before he closed it, he plucked a tiny black, velvet bag from within. “All but that,” he said. “You can keep the box, too.”
“Well, there’s quite a lot of them. I’d say the work will be much easier now. So, thank you very much, Captain. It is a pleasure doing business with you. And I’ll see you both. Later. Sometime.” She backed out of the room with the box in her hand and her eyes on Will.
“Say ‘hello’ to your husband for me,” Jack said cheerfully, making Elsie turn to go. Jack locked the door after her and sat down beside Will.
“Thimbles?” Will asked.
Jack held up the black bag and pulled out a delicate silver thimble carved with tiny flowers and vines, with a well-worn spot in the center of one flower marking where the user had pushed a needle thousands of times. Will took it between two fingers and held it up to the waning light from the setting sun.
“It’s beautiful.”
Jack put the thimble back in the bag and put it on the shelf. “Don’t need to collect them anymore.” He frowned.
Will nodded and pulled Jack’s shirt up. He didn’t want Jack to get maudlin, and they did have a rather large new bed to break in, so he didn’t think Jack would mind. Jack shucked his trousers and rolled over on top of Will. “Was I in the middle of something?”
“I don’t know, Captain,” Will teased. “Were you?” He writhed under Jack and sighed.
Jack ran his hand over the smooth, hard chest. “So perfect,” he murmured. “Would be a shame to mar it.”
“Mar it how?” Will asked, wondering if he should be getting nervous.
Jack looked up with a look of exaggerated innocence. “Nothing, luv, just one of the lads was mentioning he had some training with tattoos. I was just wondering if you might look good with one.”
Will gulped. “I don’t think I would, Jack.”
Jack smiled. That was one of his favourite configurations of lickable lines waving across Will’s forehead. Perplexed. Wary. A little anxious, but not really frightened.
“Come now, luv, it doesn’t hurt much. You might look nice with a Jolly Roger inked across yer chest.” He sketched a skull with a blunt fingertip and watched Will squirm beneath him. Jack seized an arm and held it out beside Will. “Or a lovely ship, here,” he pinched the bicep lightly, “so it would look like there was a gale when you bent your arm.” Jack traced the vein on the topside of Will’s forearm. “How about a naked woman here, and you could make her dance by making a fist.”
Will laughed nervously. He was fairly certain Jack was joking about most of this, the last one in particular. Jack wriggled down Will’s body and stopped when his eye was level with Will’s navel and flat stomach. He nipped at the taut golden skin, just below the navel to one side. “Right here.” His voice was muffled by the belly under it. He licked a circle on the skin. “Perfect skin for tattooing. Tight, smooth, no flaws. Tastes delicious.”
Will moaned and pressed his stomach up against Jack’s mouth. “Taste is relevant?”
Jack formed an ‘o’ with his lips and sucked gently. Will jerked and his hard cock smacked the side of Jack’s chin. Jack let go. “If you had a tattoo there, I’d want to lick it all the time. So it would be a good thing you taste so good.” He licked the spot, bright pink from his sucking. “You can’t get a tattoo. You’re too flawless. Plus, you’re already perfect.” Too perfect, but he didn’t say it out loud, it would only embarrass Will. “Besides, what picture would you want, anyway?” he mused.
Will gazed down at him with soft eyes. “I don’t know, maybe a sparrow?”
Jack shot up the bed to kiss Will’s mouth. “That’d be marking yourself too close, luv. Tattoos are forever.”
“Forever,” Will repeated. “Yours.” He kissed Jack eagerly, “And not just in your bed.” He licked a stripe down Jack’s cheek and nipped at his chin.
“Your bed, Will, ours. Yours, mine, ours. Everything is ours.”
Will stopped nibbling on Jack’s neck. “What?”
“Ours.”
“What’s ours?”
“Everything, luv.”
“Which everything?”
“Everything. The bed, the cabin, the ship. It’s ours.”
“Don’t be silly, Jack.”
“Don’t be calling me silly.”
“It’s your ship.”
“Bloody right it is, and I’ve fought hard for her. But if she’s mine, she’s yours too.”
Jack didn’t like the way Will was just lying there, perfectly still, staring up at him with those fathomless brown eyes. Like he didn’t believe him.
“Will, luv, you don’t believe me? I’ve spoken to the lads, they all understand. The Pearl is as much yours as she is mine, mate. It’s the Gods’ truth. Plain and simple.”
Will shook his head. No.
“My ship not good enough for you then, eh, whelp?” Jack fixed him with a look more suitable to one of Tessie’s lectures than a pirate captain in bed with his lover.
Will laughed in spite of his own seriousness. “That’s not what I mean, and you know it. You can’t just give me your ship.”
“I haven’t. She’s not yours, she’s ours. There’s a difference, you know. And… I know you want to spend time with your family and all, and I can accept that, but I want you to know for sure that no matter where I end up sailing or where you end up staying, we’ll always be together, the Pearl will always be ours, and this bed will always be ours, and no one else will share it with me.” Jack ended with a kiss to Will’s astonished face. Right on the tip of his nose.
“Ever,” Jack added for good measure.
Will blinked.
He had that watery look again. Jack hated that look. There was nothing for it. Jack would have to fuck him until it was gone. That usually did the trick. He kissed Will thoroughly and pressed against him. “I believe you had a plan earlier?” he growled into Will’s ear.
“Aye, I did, Captain, but it appears my plan has changed.” He spread his long legs and Jack settled between them, with his hard cock nudging the base of Will’s bollocks. “I think you’ll have to be the man doing the breaching tonight.” He rolled his hips up and Jack slipped down.
Jack ground his hips and groaned. “With pleasure, mate.” He bent to take a perfect, brown nipple between his lips and suckled on it while he reached for the oil. His fingers brushed by the velvet bag and the thimble dropped off the shelf, landing directly on Will’s eye.
Will flinched and Jack kissed his closed eye tenderly. “I’m sorry, luv.”
Will grinned and held up the thimble, squinting at it with the unlucky eye. But it hadn’t been heavy enough to do any real damage. “Had to happen, Jack. Unfinished business. Come on, then. Let’s have it.”
The fucking wouldn’t happen until the thimbles had been explained.
“It was my mother’s.”
Will looked at Jack.
“It was her favourite. She gave it to me when I left home. Told me to keep it close to me, and I would return it to her. But I won’t be seeing her again. Don’t look so forlorn, Will. I’m a grown man, I‘ll not be coming apart because my mother passed on. I spoke to Alex about it yesterday and we talked a long time. I feel bad I couldn’t be there for her, but we’re square, my mother and me. Honest.”
“But why a whole box of them?”
Jack shrugged. “I don’t know, I started collecting all sorts of thimbles when I ran across them. I guess I thought I would bring them all to her. I knew she would like the pretty ones, but then I couldn’t let a one of them slip through my fingers. Got to be a bit of an obsession.”
Will just kept looking at him.
“You never know which one is going to fit perfectly, you know,” Jack continued. “It might be one that looks all worn and scarred on the outside, but it fits, perfectly. You never know.”
Will placed the thimble carefully on the shelf, then he pushed Jack down so he lay on his back. He was thrilled the bed was now large enough that they could do all this changing of position without having to shuffle or bump into the wall. He lay on his side and looked down at Jack. Naked. Glistening with a light sheen of sweat. And hard. He trailed his hand over the firm chest, marked with scars and tattoos. He traced around bullet wounds, he ran his fingers down to the scar on Jack’s thigh where the spear had pierced him, and over to his arm where more scars criss-crossed the inside of Jack’s forearm.
“I know exactly what you mean,” he said quietly. He lifted Jack’s other arm to his mouth and licked across the sparrow tattoo and the crinkled skin of the pirate brand. “Sometimes the one that’s all worn and scarred on the outside fits the best.” He pulled Jack up to him and they curved together gracefully. “But Jack, I have some bad news,” he whispered close to his ear.
Jack held Will close. “What is it, luv?”
Will licked the ear gently. “I must confess, I am a terribly inconstant man tonight. The plan’s been changed again, Captain. I think that I’m going to have to be the one fucking you.”
Jack melted back against the new mattress. “Aye, well, I think that’s a change in plan I can manage."”
Next: Chapter 87 A Change In The Wind
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