One day's head start.
A/N This is co-written by me and my friend-- we're exploring new boundaries. Also- this is slash. Don't like it, don't read it... We don't own any of these characters; and we're not profiting. This is starting out Will/Norrington, and will probably end up Jack/Will/Norrington . High PG- 13.. For now.
Commodore Norrington walks into the blacksmith's shop, where Will is hammering out a sword, surrounded by molten sparks. Norrington pauses in the doorway, gaping at Will, which Will cannot see or hear. Norrington begins to purposely sneak up on Will, with a smirk on his face. He stops directly behind Will, very close to him, his cheek opposite to Will's own. He smiles again, then softly blows on Will's neck, stepping back just after. Will feels it, and then he wheels around, dropping his hammer and pointing his scorching sword at the intruder. Will sees it's the Commodore, and he immediately lowers and drops his sword, putting his hands out in front of him, as he apologizes profusely. "Oh I'm so sorry Commodore", Will blurts. Norrington is standing with his hands clutched behind his back, smiling broadly. He begins to walk closer to Will "No worries, I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that", he replies. As he speaks he begins to advance towards Will, closing the distance until they're about a foot apart. "I was wondering if you would make me another sword" Norrington says, I need it for a gift" he adds. Will replies, "Of course, Commodore. I can have it for you in four days". Norrington smiles, reaching into his left jacket pocket, and pulling out a bundle of bills. He slips them into Will's hands. Will examines the money. "I couldn't possibly, it's too much", says Will. Norrington looks at him, smiling yet again. "I know how much it is." Will nods with a small smile. He's a little nervous around the Commodore for reason he can't even explain to himself. Will pockets the money, sliding it into his own pocket. Without warning, Norrington slowly reaches up to Will's neck and straightens out Will's collar, and as he finishes, his hands wander a little lower. Will does nothing, but watch Norrington's hands on his chest.
"Thank you Sir", he stammers.
"You know Will, it's not just your swords that are beautiful", Norrington says with a slightly evil glimmer in his eyes.
Will is shocked, coughing nervously.
"Excuse me Sir?"
Will looks Norrington square in the eyes, but glances away quickly. The glimmer in the Commodore's eyes was unnerving him.
Will's shirt collar flips up again, relieving some of the tension with a little humor.
"Your shirt doesn't appear to be well made. Perhaps you would fare better without its burden", Norrington hinted.
Will just stands there trying to figure out what to do.
"Would you like some help with your shirt", the Commodore asks, the glimmer in his eyes flashing again. He walks up to Will, not bothering to wait for a response. He reaches his fingers up to the first button and undoes it. Will feels like his heart is going to explode out of his chest. His chest begins to heave up and down as his breathing accelerates. He feels extremely nervous, but he isn't actually opposed to what Norrington was doing to him. Norrington's fingers sneak down Will's chest from one button to another. Will watched them as he delicately unclothed him. After Norrington undid the last button, he slides the collar down over Will's shoulders, past his forearms, till it tumbles onto the floor surrounding Will's feet. Norrington appraised Will's flawless chest and stomach. His chest is sprinkled with a few tiny beads of sweat, and his stomach housed a soft arrangement of smooth muscles. Will blushed so hard, he thought his face must be the color of blood.
"that's better eh?"
Will nods, picks up the shirt and hangs it over the chair. Norrington watches his every move, studying him. Will stands up straight again, his hands getting sweatier against his sides, and his pants feeling a little bit..tighter. Norrington boldly removes his own shirt and jacket; they too fall to the ground. Norrington moves even closer to Will, their bodies brushing against each other lightly.
"Have you thought about this before?", Norrington asks.
Will isn't sure how to respond, but he decides honesty is the best course of action.
"Yes."
A/N This is co-written by me and my friend-- we're exploring new boundaries. Also- this is slash. Don't like it, don't read it... We don't own any of these characters; and we're not profiting. This is starting out Will/Norrington, and will probably end up Jack/Will/Norrington . High PG- 13.. For now.
Commodore Norrington walks into the blacksmith's shop, where Will is hammering out a sword, surrounded by molten sparks. Norrington pauses in the doorway, gaping at Will, which Will cannot see or hear. Norrington begins to purposely sneak up on Will, with a smirk on his face. He stops directly behind Will, very close to him, his cheek opposite to Will's own. He smiles again, then softly blows on Will's neck, stepping back just after. Will feels it, and then he wheels around, dropping his hammer and pointing his scorching sword at the intruder. Will sees it's the Commodore, and he immediately lowers and drops his sword, putting his hands out in front of him, as he apologizes profusely. "Oh I'm so sorry Commodore", Will blurts. Norrington is standing with his hands clutched behind his back, smiling broadly. He begins to walk closer to Will "No worries, I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that", he replies. As he speaks he begins to advance towards Will, closing the distance until they're about a foot apart. "I was wondering if you would make me another sword" Norrington says, I need it for a gift" he adds. Will replies, "Of course, Commodore. I can have it for you in four days". Norrington smiles, reaching into his left jacket pocket, and pulling out a bundle of bills. He slips them into Will's hands. Will examines the money. "I couldn't possibly, it's too much", says Will. Norrington looks at him, smiling yet again. "I know how much it is." Will nods with a small smile. He's a little nervous around the Commodore for reason he can't even explain to himself. Will pockets the money, sliding it into his own pocket. Without warning, Norrington slowly reaches up to Will's neck and straightens out Will's collar, and as he finishes, his hands wander a little lower. Will does nothing, but watch Norrington's hands on his chest.
"Thank you Sir", he stammers.
"You know Will, it's not just your swords that are beautiful", Norrington says with a slightly evil glimmer in his eyes.
Will is shocked, coughing nervously.
"Excuse me Sir?"
Will looks Norrington square in the eyes, but glances away quickly. The glimmer in the Commodore's eyes was unnerving him.
Will's shirt collar flips up again, relieving some of the tension with a little humor.
"Your shirt doesn't appear to be well made. Perhaps you would fare better without its burden", Norrington hinted.
Will just stands there trying to figure out what to do.
"Would you like some help with your shirt", the Commodore asks, the glimmer in his eyes flashing again. He walks up to Will, not bothering to wait for a response. He reaches his fingers up to the first button and undoes it. Will feels like his heart is going to explode out of his chest. His chest begins to heave up and down as his breathing accelerates. He feels extremely nervous, but he isn't actually opposed to what Norrington was doing to him. Norrington's fingers sneak down Will's chest from one button to another. Will watched them as he delicately unclothed him. After Norrington undid the last button, he slides the collar down over Will's shoulders, past his forearms, till it tumbles onto the floor surrounding Will's feet. Norrington appraised Will's flawless chest and stomach. His chest is sprinkled with a few tiny beads of sweat, and his stomach housed a soft arrangement of smooth muscles. Will blushed so hard, he thought his face must be the color of blood.
"that's better eh?"
Will nods, picks up the shirt and hangs it over the chair. Norrington watches his every move, studying him. Will stands up straight again, his hands getting sweatier against his sides, and his pants feeling a little bit..tighter. Norrington boldly removes his own shirt and jacket; they too fall to the ground. Norrington moves even closer to Will, their bodies brushing against each other lightly.
"Have you thought about this before?", Norrington asks.
Will isn't sure how to respond, but he decides honesty is the best course of action.
"Yes."