Ocean Soul
Part 11 of 18
By Clarity Scifiroots
Standard disclaimers apply. This AU plot rules parallel to the first movie but isn't quite the same. By a fan, for fans.
Rating: Ranges from Teen to Adult/Mature.
Pairing: Jack/Will
Summary: An AU tale that weaves a rather bleak past for one Will Turner. When the young blacksmith apprentice stows away on the Interceptor to get away from abuse, he didn't expect it to be taken over by pirates led by the notorious Jack Sparrow.
Warnings: Sexual harassment, abuse, and recovery from such
Edited January 18, 2008
Eleven – in which every three steps forward means two steps back
Will stood alone in the captain's cabin waiting for Jack on the tenth evening since the Interceptor weighed anchor at the Isla de Muerta. He'd lit a lamp on the desk and a few of the candles scattered about upon entering the cabin, but in the long minutes following he just stood, staring out the large windows. His thoughts, however, drifted far from the reason of why the crew sat and waited.
He clasped his hands behind his back in order to reduce fidgeting; so far he had been successful. Unfortunately the lack of outside movement did nothing to pacify his insides. He felt mildly queasy from a mix of a fluttering sensation in his stomach and the intense hammering of his heart.
All his thoughts currently revolved around Jack: memories, echoes of words, thoughts of what might come... Will couldn't resist the strange, delighted shiver that traversed his body and heightened the earlier sensations of anxiety and anticipation. He breathed deeply in hopes of calming himself and succeeded only in filling himself with the scent that he identified with Jack – the spice of rum, salty sea air, sweat, and a trace of something metallic. He sighed, exasperated with himself.
Something had been building between him and Jack, he knew that; he also acknowledged that the relationship was quickly progressing to its peak. That destination was what he wasn't sure about. He didn't quite know what to imagine that point to look like or what exactly it would involve – partly because of his lack in experience (although not knowledge) but mostly because he and Jack hadn't spoken about the obvious connection that bonded them. He had the feeling that Jack had asked for his presence this evening for just such a conversation.
"Unless yer comfortable standin', si'down, luv."
Will started, surprised that he hadn't noticed the pirate's entrance. He turned around to face Jack, catching the typical half-drunk expression covering the pirate's countenance.
A brief smile crossed Jack's lips before he turned away, arranging something on the desk. "Would you mind if I took a look at tha' burn of yers?"
In response, Will undid the buttons of his shirt and let the cloth slip off his shoulders, down to his wrists. He looked up and waited momentarily until Jack turned. He watched the roaming eyes and knew the instant Jack refocused himself on the task at hand.
The pirate came to stand beside him and gently lifted his left arm to inspect the healing burn mark. Will suppressed the urge to giggle, something he could never remember having done, as Jack's calloused fingers slipped around the sensitive skin near his armpit.
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Distracted by the tremor that ran through the lad's body, Jack looked up, worrying that he had done something upsetting; instead he found the trace of discomfort and what looked to be the beginning of a smile. Comprehension quickly sunk in and he chuckled before going back to his critical analysis of the wound.
"Tis not as ugly as it could've been, luv," Jack announced, gently rubbing a thumb near the still-raw skin. He let the arm fall back into place at Will's side. "Yer healin' well, bu' the scar's goin' to be nasty." He pulled up the sleeve of his right arm; above the cloth tied about his wrist and beneath the tattoo of a sparrow flying over waves, a pink patch of skin remained free of hair in the perfect shape of a P. Jack's eyes glittered with a grin when Will met his gaze again. "Boys with the East Indian Company 'ave a 'andy set of tools. Leaves nice, clear marks." He waved towards his own skin for evidence.
A crease crossing Will's forehead signaled pensive concern when he inquired, "Is that all?" Jack slowly shook his head, bemused. Will continued to stare at him with an intense gaze. "May I see?"
Somehow the request didn't throw Jack off-guard as perhaps it should have, so the pirate captain calmly turned slightly as he began to loosen the garments covering his upper body. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Will let his shirt fall to the floor. A small smile tickled the pirate's lips; the lad really had gotten comfortable around him.
With Jack's torso fully bared, Will considered him silently, brow still furrowed. He walked slowly around the pirate, causing Jack a neck-ache as he followed the lad's movements. Finally the look of intensity eased and Will seemed to sag just slightly as his muscles untangled themselves from tight knots. Brown eyes met darker brown momentarily before Will stepped forward and did something unimaginable.
He wrapped his now-tanned fingers loosely around Jack's right hand and lifted the arm; once the appendage was at face level, Will bent his lips to brush the branded "P." Jack's jaw dropped in shock.
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Will trailed up the arm, following the curve of muscle to the shoulder blade and again his lips descended on revealed skin, just below the sharply defined bone. Jack shivered as Will rested his hands on the pirate's hips in order to keep himself balanced. Will moved his lips to caress three, parallel scars running diagonally from low back to below the beltline. Without a moment of hesitation, he moved to nuzzle lovingly another tattoo, in a the pattern of a Celtic cross, at the right of the left shoulder blade.
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Jack's left arm remained unmarked, but the captain sucked his breath in slowly, knowing that not all the marks had been touched.
Will took a lengthy pause, although Jack didn't know whether it was out of hesitation on Will's part or if he was merely calculating the layout of the scars decorating the firm, tanned chest. With graceful reverence Will placed his hands on Jack's shoulders and closed his eyes upon kissing the first mark. Below the collar bone, high on the left pectoral two round marks left dark, puckered scars – bullet wounds. The kiss lasted longer there than any of the other marks, perhaps because of a silent prayer sent to the heavens in thanks. The next scar ran right through Jack's right nipple. As Will dragged his lips innocently down the healed wound, his lips parted and caught on the misshapen nub of flesh. Jack involuntarily groaned, his eyes closing and head tilting back.
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Will jerked in surprise, not having expected the response, and felt his own body tingle with excitement from what he had caused. So delightful had the moan sounded, he parted his teeth and let his tongue give a tentative lick. Jack's hands rose to Will's arms this time and grasped the younger man's shoulders gently.
Shakily, Jack breathed, "If you don' know wha' yer gettin' int', luv, you better stop."
The response came in the form of another lick; Jack's fingers tightened as another, breathy moan escaped his lips. He rocked his hips forward when Will continued, licking slowly at first and then picking up the pace as their breathing turned into pants. Jack silently urged Will away from his chest and towards his mouth; one hand guided from its place behind Will's neck, the other arm wrapped around the lad's waist, bringing their bodies flush.
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Will initially pulled back from the feel of hips and something all too disturbingly familiar pressing against him; he turned his face away so that Jack could only catch the skin of his cheek for a kiss. Although his body remained tense Jack managed to be patient, slowly coaxing Will to relax. As the brunette did so, his breathing picked up again and little mewls sounded in the back of his throat as he began to roll his hips, an answering erection to Jack's own. Slowly he let his head turn to meet Jack's. His eyes heavily lidded, he attempted to make out the features of his companion.
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Desperately Jack's lips sought Will's, gliding haphazardly over skin and toothlessly nibbling as he found his target. Through parted, gasping lips, he slid his tongue into the other mouth, his eyes closing—
"Ouch!"
Jack pulled his head back quickly, shutting his mouth and running his tongue soothingly against the roof of his mouth. He found that his body had stilled, the erection barely diminished, and Will froze, muscles tensing. The expression on the younger man's face, however, only held the hints of fear, the majority of the emotions conveyed embarrassment and guilt.
"I'm so sorry," he murmured, tanned cheeks flushing. "I... it's..." He averted his gaze, a cold look crossing over his eyes. As he tried to pull away, Jack firmly increased his grip.
Around his sorely bitten tongue, he said, "Don' worry, luv. I wasn't thinkin' 'bout how you might've reacted." He smiled and ran his fingers over sweat-slicked hair. He laid a gentle kiss on Will's forehead and prompted, "Wan' to tell me wha' it was about?"
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Will let his body melt against Jack's and wrapped his arms tightly about the other man, grateful beyond words for the support. He buried his face against Jack's neck before he felt safe to speak.
"Jonathon."
"Who was tha', luv?"
Will's voice trembled with anger. "My cousin."
Gently Jack stroked the tensed muscles of the pale back. He paused his movements, asking, "The bruises on yer hips… Did 'e…?"
Nodding shortly, Will pressed his face against Jack's neck, his eyes tightly shut. In a broken whisper, Will continued, "The night I left. I'd been burned a few hours earlier. Jon came back." He shuddered unexpectedly at the memory. "A whore's lip paint still smeared on his skin, but... he threw me down. He always faced me, but I was on my stomach. I was so confused but—" A small cry escaped his lips. "He had my pants down – I didn't understand!" He shuddered, a tear leaking from beneath his eyelids. "I was so desperate and somehow I grabbed hold of one of Uncle's bottles – thank God!" He quieted and let the tears subside, giving in fully to Jack's gentle rocking.
The pirate captain whispered quiet, calming endearments as he continued to stroke slowly relaxing muscles. "It won't happen, Will, I swear it," he murmured. Will nodded against his shoulder, still unable to trust his speech as his throat constricted at the words. "I wan' to try this, though," Jack whispered gently, lips brushing the top of Will's ear. "Jus' tell me wha's not okay."
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Again Will nodded, and this time he spoke softly, "Don't put your... tongue, in my mouth." His head slowly came up and his eyes skidded nervously away from Jack's gaze. "It's..."
"Shh…" Jack understood, and said so silently by placing a comforting kiss to the corner of Will's lips. The former blacksmith smiled shakily. Jack was determined to return Will to the daring explorer he'd been bare minutes before the sudden breakdown.
Another series of kisses followed those thoughts, his lips covering the skin of Will's face until the younger man pressed for their lips to lock. The slick, inside of their lips slid apart, causing continual pressing to seek a better purchase; it seemed to become somewhat of a game as Will began to laugh quietly until it spread to his lips and Jack found himself more often than not kissing teeth instead of lips.
"C'mere," Jack chuckled, rubbing a thumb over Will's lower lip before descending again and sucking gently on spit-slicked lips. Their breaths intermingled and as Jack became aware once again of the rest of his body, he found that their hips had started to grind together. The realization pulled a groan from his throat and he tilted his head back, gasping as he increased the friction that pulled against his aching cock.
"Jack..." Will murmured. Immediately their eyes locked and the pirate caught sight of the twinge of fear. Regretfully he slowed the pace again, smiling slightly when Will looked at him doubtfully. He decided he would have to kiss away all those fears, a job he definitely was looked forward to.
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TBC
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