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Will doesn’t act like this in the movies. It would be nice if he did, but this just isn’t Disney’s vision, it’s mine, using some of Disney’s characters and stuff. No profit sought, no foul committed.
A Change in the Wind
Captain Jack Sparrow stood in the shade of a palm tree watching Will, Matthew and Shimura fit a door to the barn, which meant the island now had a barn to house the cow, which was now pregnant. And it would house the bull, which still seemed to hate Jack, and a few goats.
The poultry, unfortunately, seemed quite happy to be allowed to roam as they fancied. Jack had to spend a good deal of time avoiding the free-ranging chickens.
Will laughed at something Matthew said, and Jack could feel how happy he was from across the clearing. He glowed, he was so bloody happy. He and Matthew were best friends it seemed. They spent hours together at the forge, and Matthew was proud to have helped fashion the hinges for the barn door. They sometimes ate dinner together and talked late into the night, and Jack knew he should be jealous but he couldn’t bring himself to it, because Will seemed so damn happy. Jack couldn’t bring himself to feel anything but gratefulness for someone who made Will so happy.
Will spent his days working hard, which was what Will liked to do, building the village and fashioning swords and knives and whatever else was needed. He spent many of his breaks with the various children, who all adored him. And the women fawned over him constantly.
Jack figured all this should be causing him endless concern, for Will seemed to be getting everything he needed from other people. However, whenever the work or the talks with Matthew or the times when the women fawned over him or the games with the children were done, Will made a beeline for Jack.
After working hard at the forge, he always looked around to see if Jack was about. Whenever Jack was about, he would make his way across the clearing to wherever the pirate lurked, and he would get as close to Jack as he dared with everyone watching and the smile on his face was always one of invitation. Sometimes he even interrupted his hard work to smile at Jack, or spend a moment just looking into Jack’s eyes, which, as it usually turned out, was a ridiculously intimate thing to do in public and should have caused Will far more discomfiture than kissing or embracing, but he did it anyway.
And when the day was over, dinner eaten and talks finished, Will always retired to the captain’s cabin aboard the Black Pearl. There the village was left behind. Matthew and the women and the children and the work and the barn and the bloody cows didn’t exist anymore.
In their new bed, or on the table, or up on the forecastle if the boat was deserted enough, Will gave himself to Jack fully. And Jack gave himself back, more than he had ever given to anyone in his life.
Jack smiled. That was enough.
Well, truth be told, it would never actually be enough. Jack would never get enough of that beautiful mouth, and those exquisite eyes, and that perfect arse, and that delicious chest, and those long, long legs. Or was that his exquisite mouth, perfect eyes, delicious arse and beautiful chest? However you said it, those legs were long. Deliciously, exquisitely, perfectly and beautifully long. And Jack would never be able to get enough.
Jack always tried to get more. If no one seemed to be looking, he would touch, kiss, lick, suck, rub against – whatever he thought he could get away with. Sometimes Will pushed him away with a harsh look. Not really a harsh look. Will never looked at him harshly. He would try to give a harsh look, and the harshness would usually turn to pleading.
Sometimes Jack would relent. He didn’t want Will overly embarrassed. Sometimes Jack would persist, and Will would melt under him, unable to resist the tenacious and talented mouth and hands of Captain Jack Sparrow. Jack couldn’t help himself. Will was simply too delicious. And exquisite. And perfect.
Whenever Will and Jack were caught in some compromising position, Jack was always assigned the blame. The person who ran across them would smile at Will and wait for him to blush and then send him on his way, and then she would turn on Jack with a fury. It was always a she. Jack suspected the women of the village kept close tabs on his whereabouts, and that the instant both Jack and Will were out of sight, the women had some sort of wager going as to who would locate them first.
Bloody women. Jack could vaguely remember a time when he sought out women, desired them night and day. That past was so distant it was another lifetime.
Jack watched Will walk back to the forge with Matthew. On the way, they met Alphonse. Matthew wrapped his arm around the preacher’s waist and kissed his cheek. There was no mistaking the strong bond between those two. That was one reason Jack could feel no jealously about Will’s friendship with Matthew. Jack watched Alphonse nuzzle Matthew neck. Matthew leaned into him, and Jack would have sworn Alphonse was rubbing his cock up against Matthew’s hip.
No one ever took issue with Matthew and Alphonse showing affection toward each other. But then, Matthew and Alphonse weren’t pirates.
Jack sighed. This was no place for a pirate. He missed the open sea. He missed the sun and the ocean and the wind and the peace and quiet. Pirating was hard work, but only on one day out of ten. The rest was moving from place to place, enjoying the fruits of one’s labours and not doing much of anything. Will would hate that, he knew.
Bootstrap placed his hand on Jack’s shoulder. “I recognize that look in yer eye, Captain.”
Jack shrugged the hand off. “Oh really, William. How perceptive of you. And what, pray tell, is this look?”
“You miss her.”
Jack thought about denying it. He considered pretending he didn’t understand what Bootstrap was talking about. But it would have been too great a lie. Whether Bootstrap was referring to the open sea, or the Black Pearl, or the Pearl on the open sea, he was right. Jack could only nod.
Bootstrap put his hand on Jack’s shoulder again. “You’ve got to talk to him sometime, Jack. You can’t just leave in the night.”
Jack nodded again.
“And if you do just leave in the night without talking to him, it won’t matter that the Black Pearl’s the fastest ship on the ocean; I will hunt you down and cut your bollocks off, because that’s my son’s heart you’re holding in your hand.”
Jack had never been frightened of Bootstrap Bill Turner in all the years he’d known him. Until that moment. He nodded again.
“It’s fine to feel a change in the wind, Jack, but don’t you hurt him.”
Will put his tools away for the night and brushed some dirt off his arms. He smiled as Jack approached. “Jack! I was planning to go up to the springs to bathe before dinner. I thought,” he looked to the left and the right, then lowered his voice, “you might like to join me.”
Now, there was an invitation Jack would be hard pressed to refuse. He nodded, perhaps a bit too eagerly, and in no time at all was hauling buckets of hot water from spring to bathtub while Will scrubbed at his skin with a handful of white sand.
“Feels good to be clean,” Will said as he stood up. He dumped a bucket of cool water over his body.
Jack dropped his bucket into the bathtub.
Wet was always a good look on Will.
“Tub’s a bit hot, don’t you think?” Will said.
“Whatever you think,” Jack said. He chose not to admit that he’d let the water get a touch too hot because the cold spring was on Will’s side of the tub. He stripped off layers of pirate wear while gazing at the lovely sight of naked Will Turner bending, with his back to Jack, to fill the buckets, then carrying them to the tub, one after the other, until the temperature in the tub met with his approval.
“Lovely,” Will said.
“Hmm,” Jack had to agree. He dumped a bucket of cold water over his body to rinse off any dirt, but it wasn’t cold enough to do a thing to tame his cock. When he turned around, Will was staring right at it.
Please, Jack pleaded soundlessly.
And Will licked his lips.
I love it when he does that, Jack thought.
Will’s hand trailed down his torso and curled around his semi-hard cock.
But I love it when he does that even more, Jack silently added.
Will gave him a wicked grin. He tightened the grip on his cock and stroked it a few times.
Jack made a small moan.
Will stepped into the tub. Long, wet, shiny limbs spread in the water, invitingly. Jack took his place immediately, nestled between Will’s legs with his back against Will’s chest. Closest thing to paradise on earth, he thought. The only thing that could have made it better is if one of them was inside the other.
“Have you got any of that slippery hair stuff,” Jack asked, trying to sound innocent but failing miserably.
Will chuckled and nuzzled his hair. “Not today.” He snaked his arm around Jack and cupped his hand under Jack’s bollocks. “We’ll have to make do without.”
Jack pressed back against Will and wriggled, trying to get the hand to slide up to his avid cock. “Fine, luv, whatever you say.”
Will obliged him by sliding his hand up to take hold of the thick shaft. “Besides, I might be tempted to straighten your hair out again, and that wouldn’t do would it? I mean, a pirate on the open sea with combed out hair?” He flicked his thumb over the head of Jack’s cock. “That wouldn’t be very pirate-like, would it?”
Jack laughed nervously. The thumb on his cockhead was making him dizzy. He didn’t like the way Will was talking. As if he knew Jack was going to leave, when Jack had not even decided for sure. Almost for sure. He had to leave sooner or later, but he hadn’t decided when. Not yet.
The water in the tub might have been a bit too hot after all, because he felt himself go weak. Pirate on the open sea. “What do you mean?” he rasped.
“You’re planning on leaving. The Pearl is shipshape, the sails repaired, the hull scraped clean as a whistle, the crew is restless, and you,” Will ran his fingernails up the hard shaft, “you miss the sea.”
“Bloody… Will, I can’t talk about that when…”
“What?” Low and rumbling in his ear.
Jack gritted his teeth.
Will reached around with his other hand and ran his index finger between Jack’s left bollock and his groin. “So don’t talk.” The finger slipped down and rested against the puckered entrance. “Or I could stop and we could talk.” He circled the entrance with the pad of his finger, pressing gently. “So you decide, Jack. How do you want me to use my tongue?”
Jack gave a tremendous shudder. “Oh, Gods, Will, are you trying to kill me?”
“No,” Will said, and rested his lips just beneath Jack’s ear. “But I know you’re planning to leave, and I want to make sure you remember me.” He sucked Jack’s earlobe and teased the end of it with the tip of his tongue. “Whenever you sail,” he whispered.
Jack went liquid. He took the deepest breath possible and plunged under the water, turning over as he went, and wrapped his arms around Will’s hips.
Will had no idea how long Jack could hold his breath. That was his last thought before lips clamped around the head of his cock. He dropped his head back on the edge of the tub and moaned. It was loud enough to make Shimura, who had been heading to the spring for his own bath, turn around on the path and head back to the village. He’d much rather bathe later, by moonlight, anyway.
Jack was ecstatic. Will’s cock in his mouth made it easier to stay under water. The bulk of it stopped his urge to take a breath, and the taste filled his mouth, better than air any day. He pushed his lips down the shaft and felt his mouth fill. He had to stop when the head nudged the back of his throat. He couldn’t figure out how to get the right angle, how to make the muscles relax without breathing through his nose, how to… it didn’t matter, because his lungs were starting to burn and the way Will’s legs were moving, squeezing his shoulders with hard thighs and calves rubbing against his hips, made him ache to have the cock somewhere else.
Jack burst out of the water and took a gulp of fresh air. Will had his head thrown back, lovely long throat exposed, hands gripping the edge of the tub so tightly the veins on his arms stood out in sharp relief. The water lapped at his nipples, hiding them first, then flowing back so the hard tips were exposed, the round, brown discs wrinkled and begging for Jack’s tongue to soothe them, then hiding them again.
“Jesus, Will,” Jack gasped.
Will rolled his head up and looked at Jack with hazy eyes. “Shouldn’t I be saying that?”
Jack flashed gold teeth at him. “You,” he said after another deep breath.
Will lifted one hand and ran his fingers through his long hair. “Me?”
Jack nodded, speech lost for the time being. He slid forward, legs tucked up at his sides, took Will’s cock in his hand and floated above it. He rubbed the wide head around his tight hole. “Mmm, you,” he hummed.
“Jack, no!” Will pushed him off in alarm.
Jack flailed in the water for a second, until he felt Will’s hands on his hips, turning him, lifting him. His arms were flung over the side of the tub, his arse was pushed up above the water line, and the next thing he knew there was a hot mouth on his hip.
“Preparation, my dear captain,” Will murmured against his smooth flank. “I’ll not be hurting you.”
Jack shivered and waiting for the first hot lap of Will’s tongue against his opening. Heaven, that was, pure and simple. There was no way he could give that up, not for the Pearl or the open sea or any treasure on earth. Will licked at him, soaking him with spit, waking every nerve in his arse, making him spread his legs shamelessly.
Then Will speared his tongue and jabbed at the tight hole, and felt Jack open up to him.
Jack’s legs thrashed in the water. Will ignored them, tightened his arms around Jack’s writhing hips, held him as steady as possible. He plunged his tongue inside, wriggled it as much as he could, sealed his lips against the hot crinkled skin.
Jack didn’t think this would be the last time, but it might be the last time for a while.
Will knew Jack wanted to leave and also that Jack wanted this so very much. He fucked the hole as deeply as he could with only a tongue, moved his lips over the sensitive flesh, it was as much kissing as fucking until Jack made that noise he loved so much, the noise he only ever made when Will’s tongue was up his arsehole as far as possible.
“I love the way you taste,” he said as he pulled back. And he did. Hot and sour and spice and musk on Will’s tongue. It made Will’s cock yearn.
Jack could only groan in answer.
Will gave one last, lingering lick and rose out of the water. His cock slid in with minimal resistance from Jack, who pushed back so hard he ended up sitting on Will’s lap in the water with a loud splash.
“Don’t move,” Will whispered in his ear. “I want to enjoy this for as long as I’m able.”
Jack moaned.
“I love being inside you,” Will said.
Jack whimpered.
“Almost as much as I love you being inside me.”
Whimpered like a puppy.
Will rocked his hips once, which was enough to bring tears to Jack’s eyes.
“Stop, I… don’t stop… move…. I… Jesus, Will!”
“You already said that.”
“Well, fuck. I’m not going anywhere, Will. Not without you. The lads can take the Pearl, for all I care.”
Will thrust up once. Twice. Thrice.
Jack gasped.
“You’re giving away our ship?”
Jack nodded. Then he shook his head. Then his head fell forward as he gripped the edges of the tub, because Will’s cock was splitting him in two, yet it wasn’t in deep enough. Never enough. Frustrating, that was.
“Then I guess I’ll have to go with you.”
Jack rolled his head back up, unsure of what he’d heard.
“Can’t have you giving away that nice big bed, can we?”
“What? But this is your home.”
Will moved his hips, somehow, in a circle that made Jack’s cock throb.
“You can always visit home, Jack.”
Will was being maddeningly calm.
“Your work,” Jack said. “The village.”
“Well, why do you think I’ve been spending so much time with Matthew?” There was a hitch in his breath, proving he was human after all, but this amount of control was absurd. “I’ve been training him to be a blacksmith.”
Ah. Training him. To take Will’s place. So Will could feel free to…
“I’m all packed and ready to leave whenever you are, Captain Sparrow.”
And Jack’s cock exploded, sending thick white cream into the clear water.
Next: Chapter 88 Resemblance
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