Disclaimer: I own none of this, of course. All characters belong to Pirates
of the Carribbean.
Note: I wrote this when I was annoyed. I was sick of numerous reading POTC fanfics that turned out to be sprawling stories where the only objective was to re-iterate chunks of the movie script. No offence, but it annoyed me. So I chose to write something slashy and humorous. Hope you like it. =)
PS: In case you're wondering why I didn't use the usual Jack "pirate" type dialogue - I'm sick of hearing it everywhere. If you have trouble, then just imagine Jack saying the words in his "pirate" voice and everything will feel better. =)
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There was no denying that inside the blacksmith's, the temperature was rising.
Jack Sparrow felt the air rush out of him in a breathy murmur. Sweat had covered his body entirely and he was consumed with the feeling. There was an intense look on his face as he leant forward, and felt the humidity of Will's body, entwined with his own. A mutual silence followed as the two men pressed against each other. Then, with a sudden urgency, Jack thrusted.
Geez, he thought, practising for the sword fight is really tiring.
Conceding defeat, he dropped the wooden pole in his hand.
"I win!" Will roared, exalting.
"Yeah, yeah, you win."
Will turned his deliciously boyish face in the direction of Jack. "What's wrong? Is something troubling you?"
Jack sighed stirringly. "Will," he said, "this is not satisfying me any more. There was a time when activities such as this could bring some fulfilment to me, but that time is past. I yearn for better things. I wish and desire for more. Will: I want to have a physical exchange with you. Do you understand? I want to feel a long, hard, smooth shaft between my fingers!"
"What do you mean?" Will cried, wiping away perspiration with long fingers.
"I mean we should start using swords instead of poles," Jack said.
"Sounds fair enough to me," Will replied, and he picked up a metal blade from the nearest chair. Jack picked up a silver sword, and soon the clash of metal could be heard inside the blacksmith's. ----------------------------------
At three o'clock, Jack had finally come to the end of his tour. He had been showing Will around the ship. Jack was excited - he enjoyed showing Will every nook and cranny.
Will looked out at the waves, rushing in a foamy swell to the side of the boat, and pounding restlessly against the hull. The sea was rough enough, but today it was a striking shade of azure: making it all seem idyllic.
"Are we finished?" Will asked.
"Not yet - last up we have this." Slowly and enticingly, Jack ran his hands over the object before them. "This is something truly thrilling, Will, m'boy - although you may not believe me, this in itself can exhilarate you with its power. For all you have to do is take this big, protruding, stiff part here, and grasp it in your fingers. Once you have done that, you are able to make the seamen come."
"Ah," Will said, "it's a ship's bell."
And he reached over and pulled the rope that Jack was holding out to him. The huge bell clanged out, and the crew of Jack's ship came swarming to the deck.
"All right, let's start moving!" Jack yelled, and the crew got to their posts. They were off - they were sailing.
"Nice day," Will said.
"You know, I think I fancy a shag," Jack said.
"Me too."
"Let's go then."
And then Will and Jack went down to their cabin and shut the door behind them.
Note: I wrote this when I was annoyed. I was sick of numerous reading POTC fanfics that turned out to be sprawling stories where the only objective was to re-iterate chunks of the movie script. No offence, but it annoyed me. So I chose to write something slashy and humorous. Hope you like it. =)
PS: In case you're wondering why I didn't use the usual Jack "pirate" type dialogue - I'm sick of hearing it everywhere. If you have trouble, then just imagine Jack saying the words in his "pirate" voice and everything will feel better. =)
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There was no denying that inside the blacksmith's, the temperature was rising.
Jack Sparrow felt the air rush out of him in a breathy murmur. Sweat had covered his body entirely and he was consumed with the feeling. There was an intense look on his face as he leant forward, and felt the humidity of Will's body, entwined with his own. A mutual silence followed as the two men pressed against each other. Then, with a sudden urgency, Jack thrusted.
Geez, he thought, practising for the sword fight is really tiring.
Conceding defeat, he dropped the wooden pole in his hand.
"I win!" Will roared, exalting.
"Yeah, yeah, you win."
Will turned his deliciously boyish face in the direction of Jack. "What's wrong? Is something troubling you?"
Jack sighed stirringly. "Will," he said, "this is not satisfying me any more. There was a time when activities such as this could bring some fulfilment to me, but that time is past. I yearn for better things. I wish and desire for more. Will: I want to have a physical exchange with you. Do you understand? I want to feel a long, hard, smooth shaft between my fingers!"
"What do you mean?" Will cried, wiping away perspiration with long fingers.
"I mean we should start using swords instead of poles," Jack said.
"Sounds fair enough to me," Will replied, and he picked up a metal blade from the nearest chair. Jack picked up a silver sword, and soon the clash of metal could be heard inside the blacksmith's. ----------------------------------
At three o'clock, Jack had finally come to the end of his tour. He had been showing Will around the ship. Jack was excited - he enjoyed showing Will every nook and cranny.
Will looked out at the waves, rushing in a foamy swell to the side of the boat, and pounding restlessly against the hull. The sea was rough enough, but today it was a striking shade of azure: making it all seem idyllic.
"Are we finished?" Will asked.
"Not yet - last up we have this." Slowly and enticingly, Jack ran his hands over the object before them. "This is something truly thrilling, Will, m'boy - although you may not believe me, this in itself can exhilarate you with its power. For all you have to do is take this big, protruding, stiff part here, and grasp it in your fingers. Once you have done that, you are able to make the seamen come."
"Ah," Will said, "it's a ship's bell."
And he reached over and pulled the rope that Jack was holding out to him. The huge bell clanged out, and the crew of Jack's ship came swarming to the deck.
"All right, let's start moving!" Jack yelled, and the crew got to their posts. They were off - they were sailing.
"Nice day," Will said.
"You know, I think I fancy a shag," Jack said.
"Me too."
"Let's go then."
And then Will and Jack went down to their cabin and shut the door behind them.