Title: Revealed
Author: Dorian Elizabeth and friends..
Rating: R.
Pairing: Will/Jack, kind of.
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it were, well...I would be wealthy and pleased.
Feedback: Please...it encourages my muse, greatly.
Summary: Jack and Will are thinking about each other. A little bit too much.
Author's Note: This is a tide-over one-shot until I get to the good stuff in my real story. This piece manifested between my friends and I at a local coffeehouse. Me thinks it's called a round robin, but I may be mistaken. M is myself, S is Sarah and W is Warner. Even though it's unedited and a bit strange, I would appreciate reviews. Thanks all. ( And enjoy.
M: Jack stood on the deck of his ship, looking longingly at the ocean.
S: He thought back to the last port he visited. It was a grand memory.
W: And there were goats and trains and goats sexing trains. The trains
were
purple and smelled like cotton candy!!! 3
M: But that was all a dream. A strange one, yet not so strange as the
dreams he
had been having about the boy.
S: Ah, the boy. He had golden locks of gold, and eyes that were green
with
envy.envy for all of the other men that Jack had slept with.
W: But Jack really didn't want to sleep with boys, he wanted goats.
Yes, you read
correctly, GOATS. GOATS! Goats that were soft and fuzzy and
smelt like
lavender. Goats with supple lips that grazed against Jack's ears
and licked all
of the ear canal scum out of them. Goats are hottttt.
M: Jack stood up suddenly and took out his pistol. He pointed it at
the narrator -
the one who was goat-obsessed. "If ye do that one more time,
ye'll regret it,
savvy?" Jack resumed his reverie of his lovely lad, the one he
had to leave
behind at the last port.
S: He thought back to the room, all gilded and such. The sheets made
of fine silk
from China. His last image was of the boy. With his childlike
features and huge
cock. Mmmmmmmm.
W: Lovely. Jack felt the heat rise to his skin. He couldn't control
himself for
much longer.
M: He wanted to go back to him so badly, but he knew he was to marry
his bonny
lass, and Jack was possibly a forgotten memory. He breathed his
name,
"Will." It felt so right on his tongue. Will himself felt right
on his tongue, for
that matter. Yet he assumed their rendez-vous were nothing but
the product of
loneliness and blind arousal. Little did he know what Will
thought of him. In
fact, as Jack freed himself from the confines of his pants and
wrapped an
eager hand around his pulsating manhood, Will was thinking quite
fondly of
him.
S: (Cut back to the sex)
There they were, two animals in heat. Tongues everywhere, lapping
up the
sweet man juices.
(Cut back to masturbation)
Jack satiated his aching man-spear.
W: F this S. I'm done with it. I'm leavin' it up to the experts. (
M: Jack sighed contentedly and returned himself back to his pants. He
liked the
cum off of his fingers. He moaned Will's name and returned to
his cabin.
Meanwhile, Will was pounding iron in the smithy back at Port
Royal, and
thinking of better things he could be pounding. With each hit of
the hammer,
he thought of Jack's surprisingly soft lips on his, his large
hands caressing his
body, his moist tongue licking the supple skin of his inner
thighs, his massive
cock massaging his own. Will let an erotic shudder pass through
his body. His
enormous "sword" was throbbing violently for attention, and
wouldn't be
ignored.
S: A gentle sigh escaped his lips. He through down his hammer and
slowly
unbuttoned his shirt. He removed it from his broad shoulders and
let his hand
run over his smooth chest. He pictured Jack's rippled naked body,
hovering
over him in anticipation. Another sigh escaped his lips. He
removed his
britches and let his hands begin to wander. He let down his hair
as he lay down
on his workman's bench.
M: He reached a tentative hand to his cock and gingerly wrapped his
fingers
around the shaft. He stroked it slowly at first, imagining
Jack's soft touches.
As his need grew, he increased momentum. With each stroke, his
vision
blurred more and more. He came quickly, and shouted Jack's name
in ecstasy.
Hearing a gasp, he looked to the door and saw Elizabeth, a look
of terror on
her face.
"Elizabeth!" he exclaimed, frightened and exposed, "I can
explain!"
"No Will. I understand. I knew you've always wanted Jack. Go to
him. He
wants you as well." With that, she left.
Author: Dorian Elizabeth and friends..
Rating: R.
Pairing: Will/Jack, kind of.
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it were, well...I would be wealthy and pleased.
Feedback: Please...it encourages my muse, greatly.
Summary: Jack and Will are thinking about each other. A little bit too much.
Author's Note: This is a tide-over one-shot until I get to the good stuff in my real story. This piece manifested between my friends and I at a local coffeehouse. Me thinks it's called a round robin, but I may be mistaken. M is myself, S is Sarah and W is Warner. Even though it's unedited and a bit strange, I would appreciate reviews. Thanks all. ( And enjoy.
M: Jack stood on the deck of his ship, looking longingly at the ocean.
S: He thought back to the last port he visited. It was a grand memory.
W: And there were goats and trains and goats sexing trains. The trains
were
purple and smelled like cotton candy!!! 3
M: But that was all a dream. A strange one, yet not so strange as the
dreams he
had been having about the boy.
S: Ah, the boy. He had golden locks of gold, and eyes that were green
with
envy.envy for all of the other men that Jack had slept with.
W: But Jack really didn't want to sleep with boys, he wanted goats.
Yes, you read
correctly, GOATS. GOATS! Goats that were soft and fuzzy and
smelt like
lavender. Goats with supple lips that grazed against Jack's ears
and licked all
of the ear canal scum out of them. Goats are hottttt.
M: Jack stood up suddenly and took out his pistol. He pointed it at
the narrator -
the one who was goat-obsessed. "If ye do that one more time,
ye'll regret it,
savvy?" Jack resumed his reverie of his lovely lad, the one he
had to leave
behind at the last port.
S: He thought back to the room, all gilded and such. The sheets made
of fine silk
from China. His last image was of the boy. With his childlike
features and huge
cock. Mmmmmmmm.
W: Lovely. Jack felt the heat rise to his skin. He couldn't control
himself for
much longer.
M: He wanted to go back to him so badly, but he knew he was to marry
his bonny
lass, and Jack was possibly a forgotten memory. He breathed his
name,
"Will." It felt so right on his tongue. Will himself felt right
on his tongue, for
that matter. Yet he assumed their rendez-vous were nothing but
the product of
loneliness and blind arousal. Little did he know what Will
thought of him. In
fact, as Jack freed himself from the confines of his pants and
wrapped an
eager hand around his pulsating manhood, Will was thinking quite
fondly of
him.
S: (Cut back to the sex)
There they were, two animals in heat. Tongues everywhere, lapping
up the
sweet man juices.
(Cut back to masturbation)
Jack satiated his aching man-spear.
W: F this S. I'm done with it. I'm leavin' it up to the experts. (
M: Jack sighed contentedly and returned himself back to his pants. He
liked the
cum off of his fingers. He moaned Will's name and returned to
his cabin.
Meanwhile, Will was pounding iron in the smithy back at Port
Royal, and
thinking of better things he could be pounding. With each hit of
the hammer,
he thought of Jack's surprisingly soft lips on his, his large
hands caressing his
body, his moist tongue licking the supple skin of his inner
thighs, his massive
cock massaging his own. Will let an erotic shudder pass through
his body. His
enormous "sword" was throbbing violently for attention, and
wouldn't be
ignored.
S: A gentle sigh escaped his lips. He through down his hammer and
slowly
unbuttoned his shirt. He removed it from his broad shoulders and
let his hand
run over his smooth chest. He pictured Jack's rippled naked body,
hovering
over him in anticipation. Another sigh escaped his lips. He
removed his
britches and let his hands begin to wander. He let down his hair
as he lay down
on his workman's bench.
M: He reached a tentative hand to his cock and gingerly wrapped his
fingers
around the shaft. He stroked it slowly at first, imagining
Jack's soft touches.
As his need grew, he increased momentum. With each stroke, his
vision
blurred more and more. He came quickly, and shouted Jack's name
in ecstasy.
Hearing a gasp, he looked to the door and saw Elizabeth, a look
of terror on
her face.
"Elizabeth!" he exclaimed, frightened and exposed, "I can
explain!"
"No Will. I understand. I knew you've always wanted Jack. Go to
him. He
wants you as well." With that, she left.