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This definitely is not part of the working script for the next POTC film. However, some characters and ships are from the POTC movies and not mine and I just I borrow them.
Warning: Gratuitous explicitness, armpit sex and mutual rimmin… oh never mind, just read it, I’m sure you won’t be too too squicked.
Guard Duty
Captain Jack Sparrow sometimes had trouble believing his sheer good fortune.
He was on his hands and knees, on the top of the watch hill in the middle of the night, it was true, not something most people would view as fortunate. But they wouldn’t be taking into account his state of undress, which was complete, and the state of undress of Will Turner, which was almost complete, for Will had kept his stockings on. And the fact that the fine cream coloured silk stockings, pilfered from the captain’s quarters of a ship Jack had taken the last time he’d been away from Will and kept safe by Jack for just such a special occasion, were going to feel wonderful when Will’s legs were finally wrapped around Jack’s waist.
And then there was the fact that Will lay on his back beneath him and was sucking Jack’s cock with a vengeance.
Will moaned around the bulk in his mouth and clutched at Jack’s hips, pulling and urging.
Jack grunted. Will wanted him to fuck his mouth. That was a turn of events that, at one point in time, he would not have predicted. He could still remember the shock on Will’s face when he’d realized Jack wanted him to spend in Jack’s mouth. He could still remember how shocked Will had looked the first time Jack touched his arsehole. He still savoured the look on Will’s face the first time they fucked. Wide eyes, soft and dark, mouth open.
Innocent? Well, innocence is always relative, but Will’s eyes did look innocent sometimes. Probably not now.
He looked down. Will’s eyes were scrunched shut, and his mouth was open as wide as possible because Jack’s cock was in it to the hilt. The fingers dug into Jack’s hips even more. Jack dropped his head down to look further back. Will’s hips were thrusting up into the air, his cock hard and wet at the end, thrusting up into nothing, bobbing in the open air, because Jack’s hands were busy holding his body up and Will’s hands were busy making Jack fuck his mouth. There was something wrong about that.
Jack tried his damnedest to say something, but all that came out was a guttural moan. He pushed back and pulled his cock out of Will’s mouth.
Will didn’t get upset or worried when he did things like that anymore, not like he used to. He used to assume something was wrong, that he’d done something wrong or offended Jack somehow. Now he merely assumed that Jack stopped because he’d thought of something better.
But Jack hadn’t thought of anything necessarily better, he just didn’t like the idea of Will’s cock waving around in the open air unattended, like.
He crawled backwards, hit a sharp stone with his knee, shifted to avoid it and his cock smacked down under Will’s raised arm.
The hair under Will’s arm grew in a thick patch of dense, wiry brown, and it tickled the head of Jack’s cock. Will, always looking for a new experience, twisted and brought his arm down, trapping the cock in the heat of his armpit.
“Not…” Jack choked.
Not what he had in mind, but he had to admit it was excruciatingly wonderful. He hunched his hips and fucked the armpit a few times. “Oh, god,” he cried. The hair added an incredible texture to the pressure, and Will was purring, which meant he was getting some sort of enjoyment from it.
Jack felt the hand on his right hip slide back and tease at his opening. The pad of a finger pressed into him, just slightly. He wriggled on it, which jolted his cock around in the armpit.
Will’s eyes were open now, and they were shining at him. Jack gave in to the tight heat. He arched his back and rubbed his cock back and forth, and was squeezed by Will’s arm, tickled by Will’s hair, pierced by Will’s finger.
Will’s other hand was pushing his hip, urging him to fuck harder.
“Will, no… I….”
“Go ahead, Jack. You’ll get hard again later,” Will panted.
Jack was going to protest he wouldn’t, but that would have been a lie. It was easy to get hard when Will was like this. What would have been difficult would have been to stay soft. Will was wild. He was unhinged. Because they were totally alone.
They were not on the Black Pearl. There was a party on the Pearl, because this was the Pearl’s last night moored in the cove of the Isla de Muerta. At dawn they would sail. Everyone was taking part in the final party. There was music and food and drink and dancing. They could hear bits of it from up here on the hill. Will and Jack did not know how long they would be at sea, surrounded by all the other pirates, so they’d volunteered for guard duty. Up here they had unlimited space, a warm wind, and privacy. It might be the last time they could be truly alone for a long time.
The two navy deserters had seemed a tad put out by the whole thing. Murtogg and Mulwhatever, Jack thought hazily. They usually took guard duty at night. Jack was sure they always volunteered so they could do exactly what Will and Jack were doing.
Maybe not exactly what Will and Jack were doing. But something along the same lines. Jack didn’t care if they were irritated. They could give up the hill for one bloody night, after all. It wouldn’t kill them.
Jack took a quick look around. After all, he was supposed to be on guard duty. The waters around the island were still and empty. Excellent. He shoved one last time into the tight heat under Will’s arm and moaned. Will’s hands caught him, held him up, held him safe, while he released and gasped and felt his cock throb and his toes curl. He didn’t know you could do that from fucking an armpit.
Will eased Jack carefully onto his back, keeping an eye out for stones. This part of the summit was mostly covered with soft green grass and was well away from the edges. Jack sighed. “My God, Will. I didn’t mean for that…”
“I know,” Will said. “But I did.”
Jack did not want to consider that too deeply. The lad was going to turn him inside out one day. Instead, he rolled on his side and pushed Will’s arms up over his head. “Mr. Turner, there seems to be a bit of a mess here.”
Will let out a giggle. “Oh really?” Jack loved the giggle.
Jack bent his head and licked the smear of seed on Will’s bicep. “Hmm, yes I think I can do something about that.” He lapped at his own seed and made his way down to where the thatch of hair was soaked with sticky salty wet. “Hmmm,” he rumbled as he licked, knowing how the vibrations would tickle while his tongue licked.
Will squirmed desperately. He was so sensitive under his arms. The feel of Jack’s thick, hot cock there had almost been enough to bring him to his peak. The tongue, so wet, the lips tugging at his hair, the breath tickling him…
Jack sucked every drop of his cream from the hair, throwing his leg over Will’s hips to hold him still. More still. Somewhat still. Will was, in fact, incapable of actually being still when anything was happening anywhere near his underarms. It was only one of his many charming sexual idiosyncrasies.
Will’s cock bumped against Jack’s thigh. Will’s mouth was gaping open like a fish gasping for water. “Jack, Jack, please!”
Ah, begging Will Turner, now that was something Jack dearly hoped only he would ever hear. He got up on his hands and knees again and licked down Will’s torso, lean and long. He swept his tongue around the lovely navel and followed the trail of thickening hair until his mouth closed over the dripping head.
Was is possible that Will tasted better? Better than what? Jack asked himself. Better than the first time he tasted him? Jack had thought that impossible, because the first time Jack tasted Will was a revelation, and what could taste better than a revelation? But this time, every time, was always better, which was impossible. It had to stop sometime.
But then there was that mathematical proof about how you can never actually get anywhere, because you get halfway from point A to point B, you then go halfway to Point B from there again, and so on and so on and you never really get there, the halfways just get infinitely smaller and Jesus Christ! infinitely better because Point B just squirmed under him and sucked his cock into his mouth!
Ah, things can always get better. Simultaneous cocksucking was one of those things that always seems so very… Oh.
Jack choked on the fat head of Will’s cock as Will’s tongue snaked around his bollocks. He spread his legs wider, a reflexive response to Will’s tongue moving anywhere closer to his… aaahhhhh. His throat constricted around Will’s cock as Will’s tongue prodded his arsehole. Will purred and spread his legs, lifting them off the ground.
Fuck! Jack didn’t know if he could do this. He’d have to be taller, or Will would have to be shorter, or something. But Will’s legs just kept lifting and his hips curled up off the ground and Jack licked down his cock and across his balls and it wasn’t far now. He strained his neck and Will’s legs pulled up so high his thighs were hugging Jack’s ribs. There, he could reach.
And wouldn’t you know it, but simultaneous arselicking was even better than simultaneous cocksucking, at least at this particular moment.
Will thrust his tongue into Jack, Jack responded by doing the same and the thighs gripped him tighter. Blunt fingernails dug into Jack’s flanks. He slid his hands under Will’s arse to steady it and tongue fucked him until Will started to shake all over. Will’s mouth tore away from Jack as he groaned and the seed spurted from his cock. Jack thought about moving up Will’s body so he could catch it in his mouth, but the delicious spasms of the arsehole under his tongue were simply too… delicious.
Will squirmed out from under him and flipped over onto his hands and knees. “Fuck me, Jack.”
Jack, with his tongue still hanging out of his mouth, chest covered in semen, was stunned.
Will arched his back and lowered his forearms to the ground, sticking his arse up in the air in a manner that could only ever be called voluptuous.
Jack was not kidding about having trouble believing his good fortune.
“Come on, Jack. Fuck me!”
Jack could not believe he’d made Will ask twice. He leapt behind Will on his knees and leant against him. “Hang on a minute, luv,” he rasped and scraped the seed from his chest with the side of his finger. He wanted to lick it, but instead he spread it over his cock. He rubbed his wet cockhead in a circle around the hole. Heat. He pushed in, just so the head went past the ring of muscle. Pressure. He let his weight fall forward so he sank all the way in. Purring.
Perfect.
The smell of freshly torn grass as Will’s hands scrabbled in the turf. The taste of fresh sweat and grass on Will’s back. A whimper.
“Yes.”
How beautiful could one word sound?
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”
Apparently, it got better every time Will said it. Especially when he said it like that, breathless and aching.
Jack took his time. He pulled out and slid back in, gliding, stretching, claiming, sinking.
Will pushed back to meet his every stroke. He made low rumbling purring noises every time Jack pulled almost all the way out and the ridge of Jack’s cockhead tugged at the tight ring of muscle. He muttered things under his breath, things he didn’t think should be said too loudly.
Jack moved his hands to Will’s arse. He knelt up and pulled Will’s hips back. Will enthusiastically began to fuck himself on Jack’s cock, rising and pushing back, then falling forward on his elbows.
Of course it got better every time. How could it not get better when Will was involved?
Jack’s hand slipped and landed on a silk-clad calf. He wanted those legs, those stockings, around his waist, but Will was so open underneath him and he kept saying ‘fuck’ over and over again, like some sort of chant, and Jack might have to be satisfied with running his hand up and down the leg.
Will pushed up with his arms, and pushed Jack back. Jack stayed glued to Will’s arse. If he couldn’t have the stockings around his waist, he was at least not letting his cock out of that incredibly scrumptious arse. So when Will straightened up, Jack did to, and soon they were both upright, although on their knees. And while the angle wasn’t actually painful, it was excruciating in its own fashion.
Ah, but with Will upright like this, Jack’s hands were free to roam his chest and belly, still a little sticky from earlier, and Jack could feel how Will’s cock was pointing up and out and was so hot. Jack wanted it inside him, but that was impossible. There was no way he could have Will’s cock inside him when his own cock was up Will’s arse. Damn.
Jack swayed with Will and wrapped his arms around the heaving chest. He pressed his face against Will’s shoulder. They developed a steady rhythm that involved the pumping of hips and some truly impressive writhing on Will’s part. He had his legs spread and Jack’s were between them so the silk caressed the outside of Jack’s calves.
“Ship,” Will gasped.
Jack wasn’t sure he heard him right.
“Ship, Jack, there’s a ship.”
Jack laid one arm across Will’s stomach, and the other he used to bend him and push him down so his hands were on the ground and Jack could see the ocean past Will.
There was a ship. How had he missed it before? It was a ways off, but it was flashing a signal with a lantern. He gritted his teeth and tried to remember how to use the code. It had been a while, and it isn’t exactly easy to remember arcane maritime lore when you’re buried balls-deep in Will Turner, is it?
Will was panting, hips writhing of their own accord. “What do they say?”
Jack tried to hold Will’s hips still so he could concentrate.
“Well?”
Jack groaned. “Oh, bloody hell, we’re under attack!”
Will started to scramble out from under him, but Jack caught him fast and held him down. “Hang on, luv, that’s one of ours. The attack won’t come for another day or two.”
Will looked over his shoulder with a wicked grin. “Oh, good, then we have time to finish fucking properly!”
Jack drew his hips back slowly. “Oh, I’ll fuck you good and proper, Mr. Turner. Fear not.”
Will lowered his head to the grass and wriggled his arse on Jack’s cock. “Then get to it, Captain!”
Dumb fucking luck, Jack thought. He had all the luck on the ocean.
Next: Chapter 90 The Snake
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