"You have no idea how much I want you, Mr. Turner." Jack murmured, forcefully pressing the younger man against the ships main mast.
Will's eyes went wide with shock before lowering coyly. Jack growled softly at Will's obvious submission and wrenched his arms above his head. Deft fingers tied a heavy rope around the youth's wrists—ensuring that he had only enough slack to be spun around.
Roughly, Jack unbuttoned Will's shirt and pushed it away from his chest. Bracing himself against the boy he leant forward to lap at each brown nipple in turn until they stood out from his chest pleadingly. Will was writing wantonly beneath his ministrations, his body rolling and twitching restlessly against him. It took all of Jack's restraint to continue his sweet torment instead of taking the boy instantly.
"Jack…" Will moaned softly.
Jack stood back to survey his handiwork. Wills chocolate eyes were black in the moonlight and his mouth hung open. His chest heaved with the force of his pants and his breeches clung obscenely to his erection. Slowly he peeled the stretched fabric from his hips until the fell to the ground in a heap. Will kicked them away irritably before growling.
"Is there something you want, Mr. Turner?" Jack smirked, once again advancing on the boy.
"God yes, Jack please." Will gasped, arching his back until their bodies were pressed flush together. The effect was instaneous—fire coursed through Jack, hot and desperate. With a groan he spun Jack around and kicked his feet apart.
"Careful what you wish for, William."
"Shut up and fuck me." Will gasped.
"More than happy to oblige." Jack spat on his hand and slicked it over his cock.
Gently, belying his rough tone, he pressed into the younger man. Will hissed in pain, but he made no move to get away. Instead he pushed back, eager to feel more of Jack inside him.
"Don't hurt your self, Whelp." Jack warned.
Will's only reply was a strangled cry as Jacks cock scraped roughly over his prostate. Stained fingernails dug into the white skin on Will's hips, forcing him to buck back into Jack's thrusts. A keening wail lodged in his throat as he fought to keep up with the captain's brutal pace.
"God Jack, touch me…" Will begged, twisting his body until he could see his lover.
"Is that how you talk to your captain?" Jack rasped, biting harshly at Will's shoulder.
Please Captain!" Will wailed.
Jack chuckled softly before reaching around to grasp Will's dripping cock. With a sure grip he stroked once, twice—then Will was coming. Spilling over Jack's hand and spattering against the weather battered wood. Jack watched his lover come undone before succumbing to his own orgasm. Then they slumped together against the mast, struggling to regain their normal breathing.
"You're smothering me, Jack." Will grunted, pushing away from the wood. Jack winced as he freed the boy's wrists. Gently he captured one slender arm and kissed the rope burn that ran around it.
"I needed that." Will sighed, letting himself fall limp in the captain's arms.
"Captain Jack Sparrow-- here to fulfill you darkest desires and deepest wishes." Jack smirked before carrying his exhausted lover back to their cabin.
