Part Seventeen
When the door opened, he felt as if he were about to enter through the gates of Hell. The day was warm and clear, and some of the crewmembers were lounging around the deck area in boredom. Sparrow wanted desperately to take Will's hand in his, but the younger man made it clear that he had to hold himself up on his own.
"Everything's going to be fine," Will spoke softly. "Are you ready?"
Jack's mind screamed "No," yet he verbally whispered, "Yeah. I'm ready."
"You first."
The pirate's legs felt as if they were attached to canon balls. They were radically heavy as he stepped out the door with Will following behind him. It was as if they moved on their own accord, for he began to shuffle forward without even realizing it. The young man kept up at his side, ready to comfort him if need be.
"Just walk around?" he inquired nervously.
"Yes. And we'll stop every now and then so that maybe you can exchange a 'hello' with a crewman."
Jack looked as if someone had shot him. He started to sweat and tremble from the growing fear. "T-Talk to them?" he asked, his throat suddenly dry.
"Yes. It'll be fine. They won't harm you. They're good men."
"I won't….I won't have to….pleasure them?"
"No. Absolutely not."
The reassurance did nothing to quell his tremendous fear. Will gave him a gentle push, causing him to begin his journey about the deck. His eyes flitted from one face to another on both sides of him. The men stared back, some even providing him a kind smile.
By the time he reached the middle mast, he was breathing shallowly, and his hands fidgeted at his sides from his unspeakable anxiety.
"I-I can't do this," he whispered restlessly. "I can't do this."
"Yes you can, Jack. It's all right. Nothing's happened and nothing will. There's no reason to be afraid. You can do this."
A minute passed before they continued on. A familiar figure came into view as they neared the bow. He grinned and quickened his pace to stand next to the person that always provided him protection. Tia Dalma smiled broadly and stroked his cheek.
"Jack Sparrow, it pleases my heart to see you come out of hiding," she said tenderly.
"I won't deny that I'm scared shitless," he replied with a chuckle. "You can blame William for gettin' me out here."
"He's a wonderful man for doin' so. 'Tis a big accomplishment for you to have agreed."
"He is a wonderful man, isn't he?"
"Aye," she voiced amusedly, drawing out the vowel sound.
Jack recognized the tone; she was on to something. "What?"
"Him be your guardian, and you 'ave come to have feelings for him."
"No I don't." He failed at lying.
"'Ave you told him?"
The pirate sighed, knowing that there was no use refuting anything. "No, I haven't. And I don't plan to."
"Why?"
"It'd be wrong to. Selfish. Lizzy and him are finally on good terms with one another again; I can't do anythin' to ruin that or their engagement. I can't put that on him. Or her."
"Perhaps you'll find it not so wrong to love him."
"How so?"
"Him will do somethin' for you that will make him question everyt'ing he believes in."
Jack eyed her suspiciously. "What? What will he do?"
"The 'ting dat brings two people together in 'de closest way possible."
She gave a nod and a wide grin before walking away. Will had stayed back to allow Jack private conversation; once the enchantress was gone, he strode to the pirate. Sparrow's mouth was open in astonishment and disbelief. He was utterly silent and did not move.
"What is it?" Will asked quietly.
The older man shook his head as if waking from a reverie and gazed at him in awe. "N-Nothin'. It's nothin'."
He slowly started to tread toward the captain's cabin; Will followed him, though left a small distance between them. The terror Jack had felt before had now dissipated almost completely. A giddy smile crept onto his face and remained there as he passed by men of the crew.
"That went well," he said brightly as he entered the quarters.
Will shut the door and went with the pirate to the bedroom. "It did. I'm proud of you, Jack."
Jack's cheeks flushed red. "Thank you, love. I owe it all to you, though. I don't know what I'd do without you," he confessed embarrassedly.
It was the younger man's turn to blush. "I feel the same."
Sparrow exhaled a breath as he fell back onto the bed. Will joined him, and each gazed at the ceiling in silence.
"Will?" the pirate at length said.
"What?"
He was unable to catch himself before blurting, "I love you."
Will laughed and replied, "I love you too, Jack."
"But I mean I…."
Words were not sufficient enough anymore. He was filled with confidence as he moved over Will and kissed him erotically.
To his surprise, Will did not push him away. Instead, the younger man responded eagerly.
For twenty minutes, they knew nothing but the taste of the other's mouth.
The sun had disappeared, and Jack did not feel the need to move from his spot on deck. He sat with his knees to his chest at the port side and observed the men that bustled about. Whenever one would bid him "good evening," he echoed the greeting timidly with a shy smile.
Will took a seat next to him after a while and nudged him playfully, causing him to grin happily.
"How are you doing?" the younger man asked.
"Not bad. It's just….strange not havin' to….you know."
"Yeah. I understand."
"And I'm not….scared anymore. At least, not as much as I used to be."
"That's great, Jack."
Jack was about to respond, but he fell quiet when a chord was strummed on a mandolin. A fiddle was soon to follow, along with a recorder as the small group of musicians began to play. The crew enjoyed the entertainment by beginning to dance; Tia Dalma was even in on the fun with James as her partner, which made Sparrow somewhat surprised. He spotted Elizabeth moving about and laughing with one of the men, and he chuckled at the sight of everyone letting go like there was nothing in the world to worry about. His attention was so immersed in the group's happiness that he did not notice Will stand up until the younger man offered him his hand.
"Care to join me?"
Sparrow beamed with joy and replied, "I'd be honored."
Will pulled the pirate to his feet, placed his right hand on Sparrow's hip, and his other held Jack's right one. They made their way toward the crowd, stepping in time to the quick tempo, and waltzed about in a manner nowhere near the proper and graceful way a rich couple would. Sparrow laughed as Will twirled him around in circles, and his knees went weak whenever the younger man pulled him so close that he could feel his heart beat.
"We're going to do a partner switch," Will said after several minutes. "Ready?"
"Ready."
They broke from each other, taking up with the closest persons. Jack matched Elizabeth's smile with his own as he danced with her. The cheerfulness and relief in her eyes made him kiss her cheek in confirmation that he was indeed feeling better.
He glanced around to locate Will, who now had Groves as his partner. Will met his gaze and winked at him, causing his heart to flutter adoringly. He longed to be the one in the younger man's arms once more.
The song ended, and the assembly stopped to applaud and cheer. Another tune started, and Sparrow found himself moving about the deck with James this time. At first, he did not know who James was. However, when the former Commodore addressed him as he had done in the past, Jack instantly knew and grinned.
After two more songs, Sparrow was delighted to be back with Will. Having the younger man's hands on him again made him hear his own gorgeous music and sent him soaring into a blissful oblivion.
"La la da da dee da da," Jack sang merrily as Will spun him. "Hum hmm do la da…."
Will shut the bedroom door with his foot and led Sparrow about the area as they danced together. He dipped the older man backward, and Jack let his head hang over the young male's arm limply. His neck was deliciously exposed, and Will could not resist savoring the stretched skin. Sparrow giggled as the smooth lips planted kisses along the length of his throat. He closed his eyes, submerging himself in the pleasurable touch.
"Thank you for tonight," he said with a wide grin.
A noise of surprise came from him as Will abruptly lifted him up to stand. His eyes clouded with insecurity as the younger male gazed at him intently.
"Jack?"
"Y-Yes?"
"Can I…."
Will did not finish his thought, for he pressed his lips to Sparrow's fiercely. Jack almost passed out from the intensity of it. He put his arms around the male's neck and allowed Will to dominate his mouth with tongue and lips. Not breaking contact, Will moved Jack to the nearest wall and pushed him against it. The pirate moaned softly; his hips bucked forward when the younger man wrapped strong arms round his waist. His body was becoming hotter by the second, perspiration forming on his tanned skin as his anatomy was woken from its imprisonment of denying such exhilaration.
"Jack," the young man breathed before attacking the pirate's lips again.
Jack grunted to signal him to continue.
"Can I have you?"
Sparrow stared at him with anticipation, apprehension, and approval present in his brown orbs all at once. He stiffened from remembering how much it hurt from having someone inside of him, but he reminded himself that Will would not humiliate or abuse him as Barbossa and his crew had.
"Yes," he whispered faintly. "Take me. I'm yours."
He saw the young male smile before the lips were against his own. Nimbly, he wound his leg around Will's waist and jumped to put his other one about the lean frame. Will carried him to the bed and bent down to lay him on his back. Jack hurriedly ridded the male of his vest, and the shirt joined it on the floor seconds later. His palms roved over the muscular back, causing a small groan from Will that was muffled by his mouth. A tremor bolted through Jack as firm hands started to slide along his torso. He ended the kiss to turn his head and gasp when the fingers began to knead his nipple.
"Ohhh Will…." he forced out. "Please don't stop."
Will removed Jack's shirt and replaced his fingers with his tongue on the tender spot. Jack squirmed and trembled from the touch that sent shots of pleasure through him, making his cock respond by hardening. The singed portions of his side and midsection no longer caused him grief, and Will took advantage by moving his hand up and down the still ruby flesh, squeezing gently on occasion. Sparrow blindly fiddled with the buttons of Will's breeches, and he was rapidly being stripped of his own by more graceful fingers.
The pirate's breath caught in his throat when his garment was speedily taken off of him. A sense of helplessness suddenly washed over him as he lay naked beneath the younger man. Will saw this and stroked the short, black hair to soothe him.
"We can stop if you don't wish to go further."
Jack caressed the male's face and stared at him indecisively. "I want this," he whispered. "I do. But I….Well, what about you? Aren't you nervous? Scared?"
Will nodded. "I am. And I always thought I'd be doing this for the first time with Elizabeth."
"Do you want to stop, love?"
There was a brief period of silence before Will answered, "You need this-"
"But do you want it?"
"I do. I just….I'm so nervous, Jack," he ended with a chuckle, making the pirate smile. "I'm afraid I'll do something wrong or hurt you."
"You'll do fine. You don't need to be afraid. I trust you completely."
Jack raised himself to kiss Will tenderly before tugging lightly on the man's breeches. Will received the hint and took them off to join the other discarded clothing. His beauty was mesmerizing; Sparrow gawked at the flawless being, causing him to feel sheepish because his own was no longer remotely attractive in his mind. As he trailed his hands down the male's torso, guilt flooded him for contaminating the gorgeous skin with his grotesque body.
"Don't cry, Jack," Will said gently.
Sparrow had no idea that he was. "I'm sorry," he spoke glumly. "I just don't understand why you're lettin' me feel you. How can you let such soiled hands touch you?"
"Because your hands aren't soiled. They're stunning, like you."
"You're such a sweet talker," Sparrow replied with a smirk. "But I do appreciate it."
"Are you ready?"
"Yeah. Do you know if James has any….slick substance around? Oil?"
"Let me check."
Will strolled to the other side of the room to search through the table drawers, and Jack grinned from viewing the young man's backside. It was just as exquisite as his front.
After a period Will found a bottle and retreated to the bed. He opened it and poured a bit of the oil onto his palm.
"Do I just…."
Jack pressed his hand to Will's to swipe up the lubricant into his own. "Here," he said as he sat up to coat the young man's erection with it.
Will shuddered and released a tiny sound of enjoyment from having Jack rub him.
"There. Like that."
The pirate rested down on his back, bended his knees to where they were near his head, and crossed his feet on Will's dorsal side. They gazed at each other timidly, but both expressed their approval with their eyes.
"You sure you're all right with this?" Sparrow asked quietly.
"I am. Are you?"
"I am. Can you go slow?"
"Yes, of course. Ready?"
Jack sighed and nodded his head.
It took a moment for Will to discover exactly where he was supposed to enter Jack's body. When he did it was not long before he started pushing himself into the warm orifice. Jack closed his eyes and emitted a shaky whine. He speedily attempted to repress the horrendous memories that rushed through his mind. Though it was painful now, he knew that it would soon change.
Leisurely, Will inched more and more of himself inside of the being until he was completely within Jack. He was motionless to allow Jack time to recover. The pirate was breathing heavily, his expression was fraught with anguish, and soft sounds expelled themselves from his opened mouth. The image beneath him made Will incredibly aroused. Seeing such vulnerability was utterly thrilling.
"Are you ready for me to continue?" he questioned after numerous minutes.
"Yes," Sparrow choked.
Will rocked his hips forward, making the pirate gasp and grab hold of the hands grasping his waist. The sensation of the sensitive muscles tightening and relaxing against his hardened member was nothing like anything Will had ever known; he was wholly consumed with ecstasy. He withdrew from Sparrow's body only to thrust into him quickly again. Sparrow whimpered with rapture. Having evidence that the older man was not hurting, Will began an even pace of moving in and out of the slim frame. Jack moaned, and tears formed in his eyes.
He could not remember a time when he had known such extreme passion and elation.
The way he breathed and called out Will's name made the young man groan freely. Both of their bodies were quaking from the intense gratification. As Will sped his ministrations, he swept his arms under the pirate's knees for him to drive himself even deeper within Jack's orifice. Jack cried and emitted constant noises of bliss. He clasped his fingers around his throbbing cock and massaged it fervently. There would be no punishment for tending to himself, making him work aggressively towards an orgasm.
Will slowed after a lengthy period. His posture became rigid, and he spilt his seed inside of Sparrow with a throaty groan. Jack climaxed seconds later onto his abdomen and hands with a strangled whimper.
At last, Jack opened his eyes and gazed up at Will coyly. There was something about the young man's expression that unsettled him, yet he could not place what it was. He brushed away the damp, brown locks that were covering Will's face before gently pulling him down to kiss him lovingly. They shared several before parting for Will to remove himself from Jack, and the pirate lowered his legs to hang over the side of the bed. The younger male sprawled out beside him, panting and sweating like Sparrow was.
"I forgot how enjoyable that could be," Jack stated quietly. "I forgot how it was supposed to be entirely. Thank you, William."
"You're welcome."
"I'm spent. Do you want to sleep here with me tonight?"
"Sure."
They got up and moved beneath the sheets. Jack compressed himself against Will, placed his hand on the male's chest, and put his leg over Will's. An arm went about his shoulders and held him securely.
"You don't….You don't regret it, do you?" Sparrow inquired worriedly.
"No. No, I don't."
He grinned contently and closed his eyes. "Me neither. Good night, Will."
Will kissed the top of the pirate's head and clutched Jack's hand to him.
For the first time in five months, Jack felt desirable and human again simply because of Will.
The angry disfigurement had healed almost completely, and Will caressed the blade-shaped scar on the pirate's right cheek delicately. Jack was far gone in a slumbering state and provided no acknowledgement of the touch. He was cuddling a pillow to his nude frame that Will had slipped into his arms to substitute as a body. He rubbed his face against it and inhaled deeply; a little smile pried at his lips as he dreamed and cradled it to him. The sight made Will's heart ache from observing such tranquility. He had lied to the recovering man, and he felt utterly terrible for it.
He stood at the bedside, fully clothed, and merely brushed his fingertips against Sparrow's jaw line and hair. A broader grin spread onto the pirate's countenance before he sighed and shifted to his side facing Will. The pillow never left his embrace. The young male brought the covers to Jack's shoulders and ran his fingers over Sparrow's scarred neck.
"I'm sorry, Jack," he whispered remorsefully. "I shouldn't have done that with you. I'm Elizabeth's….And I betrayed her by having you. I won't deny that it was pleasurable, but….You can't expect it to happen again. I'm sorry."
It was not until he had closed the door behind him that he began to weep, and he did not know why.