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Title: A Change of Course 6/?
Author: ElizabethGreenleaf
Rating: R (on ff.n only! NC-17 everywhere else
Pairings: JS/WT, WT/ES (friendship, post-failed relationship)
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Summary: Post PotC, Jack/Will. Life for Will, and even Elizabeth will never be the same as for the first time they each take their lives into their own hands and Will comes to terms with who he is and who he loves.
Feedback: ::Holds up a sign that says "Feed the Starving Writer" and a big red arrow pointing to REVIEW:: R any feedback is greatly appreciated. I hope I have Jack IC, any suggestions welcome!
Archive: sure, just tell me where so I can come and visit! ff.n, aff.n, Savvy? (http://evolutionsx.net/savvy/), Debauchery (http://debauchery.deep-ice.com/), And Cat's stick-figure fan-comic will be posted on her site, http://home.graffiti.net/cocfansite/coc.htm There's a little paint picture of Stick figure Jack up there now ^^;;;
Genre: Drama/Romance/and a touch of Adventure
Disclaimer: Still not mine ::sigh::
Warnings: Spoilers, Lemony goodness, SLASH, if two pretty boys going at it in the bedroom isn't your cup o' tea, get out now me hearties, YE HAVE BEEN WARNED!! Oh, I should probably add an angst warning here too…
Author's notes: Thank you Cat for making me write this, oh, and of course, thank you for the challenge, which I'll mention in AN at the very end of the fic; after the last chapter that is ^^
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Chapter 6: Of Actions and Mutiny
The door to Captain Jack Sparrow's quarters was barely shut when Will found himself roughly pushed back into said door. The gentle kisses they had shared on the beach were morphing into demanding, passionate lip-locks that cried out for more. Jack pressed his body full against Will's, then roughly rubbed their groins together. Will gasped. The fact that Jack was just as hard as he made him groan into Jack's mouth.
It wasn't enough to just be pinned to a wall with Jack pressed against him; Will needed to feel Jack's naked flesh. Will's hands pawed at Jack's clothes, uncertain where to begin in the process of undressing his companion. Jack seemed to sense Will's frustration as well as his desire. Jack trailed kisses along Will's jawbone and to his ear. Jack's warm tongue lightly traced the shell of Will's ear and the younger man groaned.
Jack's voice was little more than hot air caressing Will's ear. "How 'bout we move this to the bed?" A pleasurable shutter ran down Will's spine.
"Aye." Will managed as a shaky reply.
"Good." Jack stepped away from Will, much to Will's displeasure, and divested himself of his vest, belt, boots and effects. Will's eyes were riveted to Jack's fingers as he worked. Jack was now clad only in well-worn shirt and pants that did little to conceal his arousal. Will licked his lips and swallowed repeatedly. He longed to kiss and lick every inch of the pirate, particularly that bit of flesh exposed by this untied shirt.
"You like what you see, whelp?" Jack teased. Will could not move, could not even manage a tiny 'yes,' and replied with only nods that spoke volumes. They told of desire and longing, and an insatiable hunger.
Jack chuckled at Will's sudden inability to move or speak. Jack took pity on Will and approached him again. Jack met Will's hot gaze and grabbed Will by his belt, pulling Will towards his bed.
Will was so absorbed in the depths of Jack's hazel-brown eyes that he was surprised to suddenly feel a bed pressing against the backs of his legs. Jack pushed him playfully and Will fell backwards.
Jack stood back and watched as a surprised Will sat up and glared at him. Jack just smiled mischievously, leaned over, and kissed Will lightly. Will put his hand at the back of Jacks head and pulled him down into a deeper kiss, tongues sliding across each other in an elegant battle where there was no victor or conquest.
Without breaking the kiss, Jack maneuvered them both onto the bed fully and straddled Will's hips.
They broke for air and Jack began deftly unbuttoning Will's quilted jerkin. Jack lightly pushed Will's hands away as they moved to help. Will tried to meet Jack's eyes, but Jack appeared to be preoccupied with his task of disrobing Will.
Will loved the feeling of Jack's weight on top of him, undressing him. With marginal effort on Jack's part, he removed Will's jerkin, belt, and shoes, all of which were now haphazardly piled on the floor next to the bed.
Will took the advantage of Jack being slightly distracted and off balance from removing Will's shoes to reverse their positions, pinning Jack's wrists to the bed beside his head with a grin.
"Do as you like, whelp. I'll not break." Jack's twinkling eyes met Will's, and Will saw the naked desire in them. While Jack seemed to be at his usual, carefree but in control, his eyes spoke differently. Will could feel the fire in them slowly burning off the façade that was normally in place. Will grinned recklessly. He would make Jack forget everything, and he would see the naked, unguarded emotions play across the pirate's face, and he would make him scream.
Jack noticed the almost calculating look on Will's face and raised an eyebrow in question, but the question died there because Will brought his lips down to tease Jack's. Will lay his body down on Jack's and gently rolled his hips into the pirate's. Jack growled and Will brought their hips together once more.
While his hips set an excruciatingly slow rhythm of near torturous friction, Will's hands un-tucked Jack's shirt and brought it up over the pirate's head. Will bit his lip to keep from moaning at the sight of the half-naked man before him. Jack's tan and well-defined muscled torso was smooth beneath Will's roaming hands.
Will was almost drooling over the possibilities before him. He started by kissing down from Jack's mouth, suckling at the hollow of his throat, before moving further down, teasing with feather light kisses, gentle nips at Jack's skin, and soothing laps of his tongue against abused flesh. Will pinched one of Jack's nipples, making the pirate squirm beneath him. Will teased Jack's other nipple to harness before gently lapping at each pert nub in turn. Short, barely there caresses, long, languid strokes, every action teasing Jack, making the pirate wonder just what else Will could do with that tongue.
Jack groaned as Will's hand dipped between his thighs and slid up until it rested on the cloth covered bulge in Jack's pants. Jack seemed to be holding his breath, waiting for Will's next move. Will's hand firmly grabbed Jack through his clothes.
Will could feel Jack becoming harder in his hand and he grinned.
Will apparently wasn't moving fast enough for Jack's tastes, and soon found himself on his back on the bed again. Jack grinned down at Will, his wild hair a bit more mussed than usual, hung down around Jack's face, giving him a darker, more mysterious look. Will gulped. Jack's weight on top of him was comforting in the way no woman was. Will had paid for a whore's services on occasion, and had bedded a few of the local girls as well, but nothing compared to Jack. Jack was all muscle and tanned skin. He was firm and - /i - Jack's thrust reminded him.
Jack's hands seemed to be able to be everywhere at once – caressing Will's skin, teasing brown nipples, depriving him of his shirt… Not that Will would have complained. He was in heaven, pure and simple. Jack's hands and tongue were almost tormenting in their incessant assault on Will's writhing body.
When Jack's hand slipped to the buttons of Will's breeches, intent on following the light trail of hair on his abdomen to its still hidden source, Will froze. Jack, fearful that he had gone too far too fast, froze as well.
"Do you want this, Will?" Jack asked, his voice husky, his words seeming to take longer to pronounce. Will, breathing in short, shallow breathes, nodded.
"Yes." The croaked reply was full of the painful need for release. Will looked at Jack as if to say 'if you stop now I will run you through with your shiny new sword and baptize it with your blood.' The verbal and nonverbal responses clear, Jack proceeded to unbutton Will's breeches and slip his hand beneath Will's linen underpants (1).
Will gasped. Jack's hand, Jack's hot, calloused, and slightly rough hand was gently stroking him -- /i was more like it. Will grew painfully hard at Jack's feather light touch. Will growled at Jack, his verbal skills apparently limited to muttered and growled obscenities in a variety of languages.
Edited for content Start It was Jack, not some whore or drunken sailor, or even himself who was pleasured him. It was the handsome and devilish pirate who was dragging him over the edge. Edited for content End
Will could not hold on any longer and let himself go with a strangled cry. Warm, sticky liquid covered Jack's hand and Will's stomach. Will's breathing was coming in shallow, shaky gasps, which wasn't addled by the fact that Jack was idly drawing patterns in the sticky mess on Will's stomach while waiting for the young man to recover.
Will loved the feeling of Jack's fingers idly dancing across his abdomen, occasionally tickling his sides. With a satisfied smirk, Will sat up and brought his lips together with Jack's. Things were just beginning to heat up again when something crashed above them.
Jack pulled away from Will reluctantly, and put a hand to Will's lips, warning him to be quiet. Jack listened intently to be sure that the noise they'd heard had been naught but an intoxicated brawl. Silence. Jack waited another minute, just to be sure, and then returned to kissing Will thoroughly.
The crack of breaking wood, the smash of some sort of pottery or glass, and the faint noise of scuffle above decks caused Jack to break their kiss again. Jack growled, "I'll kill 'em," and pulled away from Will again, annoyance and anger flared in his eyes. Jack stood up and hastily searched for his shirt on the floor of the cabin in the dim room. Swearing a bit, Jack found his flint and steel and lit a candle to see by.
This was not the wisest choice fore the captain to make if he actually intended to leave the cabin any time in the near future. Will's relaxed form was now lit by the gentle candlelight, extenuating and highlighting Will's entire body, making Jack long to explore and memorize every inch of light and shadow. The fact that Will lay there open and exposed did not help him any. All Jack wanted to do was saunter back over to Will, strip them both of every stitch of clothing and then take him! Jack's erection strained against his pants once again, and it was a supreme effort on his part to make his body obey his commands of /i and i*Not now!*/i.
Jack straightened his shirt and was strapping his belt and effects on when the barely muffled noise of a gunshot blast came through from the deck above. "Bloody hell! What are those drunken bastards doing?" Jack was stuffing his feet into his boots when a hasty knock began on his door.
Jack glanced over at Will, who was trying to button his pants and pull on his shirt at the same time. Jack smirked faintly and moved towards the door, opening it without pause. He caught AnaMaria's fist in his hand when she made to continue knocking on the now open door.
"This had best be good, Ana," Jack warned her in a dark tone Will had never heard before from the pirate.
"Are you deaf Jack? Or just stupid?" AnaMaria obviously did not like the tone Jack had taken with her. "I'm not daft enough to disturb you w' out reason, /i." She glared at Jack and glanced into the room. She arched an eyebrow at Will, but held her tongue for the time being. She returned her sharp gaze to Jack and met his eyes squarely. "It seems that Crimp has tried to stage a mutiny."
Jack was livid. His mouth was set in a grim line and his nostrils flared. "No one will take iThe Pearl/i from me again." Jack's hands went to the hilt of his new sword and to the butt of his pistol. He glanced over his shoulder to see that Will was behind him, buckling his belt.
Jack pushed ahead of AnaMaria and made his way to the upper deck where the ruckus was occurring. Jack muttered curses about his mutinous midget crewman. Will caught things like: "bootless, foot-licking urchin-snouted barnacle!" and "lumpish half-faced maggot pie!"(2) between threats of decapitation, disembowelment, and other equally pleasant means of death.
When the three emerged on deck, there was chaos everywhere. Will noticed that Cotton and Gibbs were tied to the main mast and gagged. Moises was keeping a sword pointed at them, but he was being relentlessly attacked by Cotton's parrot, who squawked "Polly want a cracker?" as he flew at Moises aiming to scratch his eyes out with his claws. Kursar and Matelot were struggling to fend off Tearlach, Duncan, and three others Will did not recognize as being crew members. Ladbroc lay in a pool of his own blood at the bottom of the stairs. Crimp and Quartetto, as well as another five scoundrels Jack recognized only as hired thugs with swords, stood back, watching the scene from a ways back.
Jack was livid, to say the least. No hint of his usual personality remained. Will, with his sword unsheathed, made for the outnumbered Kursar and Matelot. Jack made directly for the mutineer Crimp and AnaMaria went to free cotton and Gibbs.
Will killed the first man quickly. They were so absorbed with their fight and their taunts that they did not even notice Will's approach. Will dispatched Tearlach with a dagger to the heart. Kursar subdued another of his attackers and when the third unknown attacker died at AnaMaria's knife blade, Duncan surrendered.
Will turned. Jack was deftly fighting two rather large opponents, whose size and brute strength made up for their simple swordsmanship. Will hurried to Jack's side. They fell in time with each other and it was as though they could anticipate each other's moves. It had been like that in Port Royal when Jack escaped the second time. It was a unique feeling. Will knew that if he moved left, Jack could move right, keeping their backs to each other.
Will was suddenly caught in a situation he could not remedy fast enough. One of the brute's had brought his cutlass down against Will's blade and pressed down until their blades were crossed uselessly at the hilt. The brute pushed all of his weight onto Will and despite his years as a blacksmith, the other man was taller by half a foot and at least fifty pounds heavier. Will could feel his muscles straining. Sweat poured down his reddened face as he fought to stay alive. If he gave in, the brute's sword would crash down into his collar bone, most likely shattering it, forcing Will to die a very slow and painful death if the blade did not kill him initially.
Will could feel himself using the very last of his strength. His knees were locking and his arms were trembling from the strain. Will was resigning himself to his fate when the weight he was pressing against was suddenly gone.
Will stumbled forward, barely have enough time to drop his sword and catch his weight on his hands as he fell. Panting, Will looked up to see Jack fighting with the brute that had nearly killed Will. The large man's right arm hung uselessly by his side, shirt stained crimson with large amounts of blood. Other cuts on his chest poured forth crimson liquid. A deep cut to the brute's side, sent him howling. He dropped his sword and clutched his side. Jack was on the man quickly, killing him before he man even knew what was happening.
Jack's head turned quickly to Will, beads clinking together at the fast movement. Jack was plainly worried about Will's condition as he moved away from the dead man and towards Will.
"Heart still pumpin' there, luv?" Jack's grin was back in place, but Will was touched by the obvious worry he had caused Jack. Jack's hands were gentle as helped Will to his feet.
"Yes." Will said, though it was only somewhat convincing, causing Jack to look at him dubiously, eyes searching the younger man's body for any not-so obvious injuries. "You saved my life, Jack." Will said seriously. Jack, brushed it off.
"You saved my life, I saved yours. We're square." He winkled at Will. "In that respect at least." Will blushed at the obvious innuendo.
A barrage of insults broke the gaze that was steadily heating up between Will and Jack.
They turned to see AnaMaria kick Crimp who was lying on the deck, hands bound behind his back. She spat at him, and hit him squarely in the eye. Jack, falling into his role as captain, strode towards what was left of the mutineers.
"Crimp, lad, I'm disappointed. You really though you could take my ship with naught but a few hired thugs? Twenty or so and you would have at least had a fighting chance!" Jack bent down low and spoke to Crimp alone. "You should have thought twice about goin' against your Captain. 'Twas not a smart idea. Now you'll get a chance to see what I do to mutineers; I'm sure you're just going to love every minute of it." Jack stood back up, anger clearly painted on his face.
Jack signaled to some of his remaining crewmen, Cotton, Kursar and Matelot, to take Crimp and Quartetto, who was suffering from a gunshot wound to the shoulder, bellow decks and put them in the brig.
"What do ye want us t' do wit' the rest of them?" Gibbs asked Jack.
Jack grimaced at the sight of dead bodies all over his deck. "Throw all but Ladbroc overboard, the Tortugans deal with the stench of bloated dead corpses come morning; I'll not have their stench aboard my ship! Wrap Ladbric up and we'll burry him at sea." Gibbs nodded and turned to go. "And see if you can find us a few more trustworthy crewmen. We leave with the tides tomorrow."
Jack walked over to where Will was standing, looking off into space. "Distraction handled. Simple as that!" Will looked up and smiled at Jack.
"How about we head back in and pick up from where we were?" Will said quietly. Jack gave Will a look that made him blush and made his heart beat faster.
"Go back inside, I'll join you in a moment." Will, his weariness forgotten, made his way to Jack's cabin, swaying his hips in an inviting move as he did so. Jack cursed the effect Will was having on him and went in search of his quarry.
Amazingly, Jack found the bottle of rum he and Will had been sharing earlier, still where they'd left it. Jack picked it up and grind mischievously and began to whistle.
"AnaMaria," Jack called to his first mate, who was helping Gibbs throw a corpse over the side, "iThe Pearl/i is yours." And with that a wink, and a smirk, Jack followed Will into the captain's cabin.
Jack was pleasantly surprised to find Will lying naked on the bed. Will was propped up on his elbows and one leg was bent, showing off the faint curve of his ass. As bold as he appeared, Will's face was a deep shade of scarlet and one of his hands fidgeted.
Jack closed the door and walked over to Will, his eyes eating up the site before him as he did so. He sat lightly on the edge of the bed, his clothed leg gently resting against Will's naked one.
Jack lifted the bottle of Rum to Will's lips and Will swallowed greedily, a tiny trickle slipping out of the corner of his mouth. Jack pulled the bottle away and let his tongue catch the errant droplet of rum as it slid down the salty skin of Will's neck. He followed the droplet's path with his tongue until he was at the corner of Will's mouth. Will turned his head ever so slightly and sucked Jack's tongue into his mouth.
"I'm beginning to fall in love with that mouth." Jack said as he pulled away from Will's demanding kiss. Will just grinned.
"Is that all your falling in love with?" His voice was as calm as he could make it. Will's hand began to undo Jack's belt, 'accidentally' rubbing his crotch along the way.
"Mmm." Jack moaned. "Oh, and the language that came out of the pretty little mouth." Jack grinned. "So dirty, so unrefined." Jack lightly ran his fingernails over Will's bare chest. "And. Oh. So. Very. Hot." Jack punctuated each word with a kiss to some part of Will's face.
"We'll have to see what else you can teach me to do with my 'pretty little mouth'." Will's eyes sparkled in the candlelight. "I'm a /i quick study."
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(1) I would like to give Quinn a huge thank you for info on male undergarments…I was having quite an interesting time tying to find out about them… for some reason, whenever I searched for things like history+"male underwear" or "underwear 17th century," or any other similar search, google seemed convinced that I wanted to see hot stars naked or in their underwear...and I'm pretty damn sure I found a site selling an Asian male underwear model o.O lol. And after all that, I had the oddest image stuck in my head - a chibi-Jack holding up a sign with an arrow pointing down at chibi-Will, who is hog tied and gagged and wearing naught but his underpants. The sign reads "Will Work for RUM" ^^()
(2) I used these two web sites to come up with good insults. http://www.renfaire.com/Language/insults.html and http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Aegean/7384/insults.html
TBC…
Author's Note: I hope this chapter came out alright….Its been hard trying to find time to write without distraction…for some reason screaming is not conducive to writing smut *shrug* more smuttiness and ACTION in the next chapter…Which won't be up until Monday at the earliest (I'm going to NYC for the weekend). I know, I left off in a good spot again. Apparently I'm reprising my title of "literary whore" – which was my best friend's nickname in High School because right in the middle of a sex scene, make out session, or sometimes even just in the middle of a sentence, I would stop writing and she would get to the end of what I wrote and demand that I finish. Well, I'm absolutely exhausted. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Leave me feedback for when I get home! Thank you all!
NOTE!!! THIS CHAPTER HAS BEEN EDITED FOR CONTENT!!!!! THE NC-17 VESRION IS AVALIBLE ON AFF.N: http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/story.php?no=7840&chapter=6
Title: A Change of Course 6/?
Author: ElizabethGreenleaf
Rating: R (on ff.n only! NC-17 everywhere else
Pairings: JS/WT, WT/ES (friendship, post-failed relationship)
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Summary: Post PotC, Jack/Will. Life for Will, and even Elizabeth will never be the same as for the first time they each take their lives into their own hands and Will comes to terms with who he is and who he loves.
Feedback: ::Holds up a sign that says "Feed the Starving Writer" and a big red arrow pointing to REVIEW:: R any feedback is greatly appreciated. I hope I have Jack IC, any suggestions welcome!
Archive: sure, just tell me where so I can come and visit! ff.n, aff.n, Savvy? (http://evolutionsx.net/savvy/), Debauchery (http://debauchery.deep-ice.com/), And Cat's stick-figure fan-comic will be posted on her site, http://home.graffiti.net/cocfansite/coc.htm There's a little paint picture of Stick figure Jack up there now ^^;;;
Genre: Drama/Romance/and a touch of Adventure
Disclaimer: Still not mine ::sigh::
Warnings: Spoilers, Lemony goodness, SLASH, if two pretty boys going at it in the bedroom isn't your cup o' tea, get out now me hearties, YE HAVE BEEN WARNED!! Oh, I should probably add an angst warning here too…
Author's notes: Thank you Cat for making me write this, oh, and of course, thank you for the challenge, which I'll mention in AN at the very end of the fic; after the last chapter that is ^^
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Chapter 6: Of Actions and Mutiny
The door to Captain Jack Sparrow's quarters was barely shut when Will found himself roughly pushed back into said door. The gentle kisses they had shared on the beach were morphing into demanding, passionate lip-locks that cried out for more. Jack pressed his body full against Will's, then roughly rubbed their groins together. Will gasped. The fact that Jack was just as hard as he made him groan into Jack's mouth.
It wasn't enough to just be pinned to a wall with Jack pressed against him; Will needed to feel Jack's naked flesh. Will's hands pawed at Jack's clothes, uncertain where to begin in the process of undressing his companion. Jack seemed to sense Will's frustration as well as his desire. Jack trailed kisses along Will's jawbone and to his ear. Jack's warm tongue lightly traced the shell of Will's ear and the younger man groaned.
Jack's voice was little more than hot air caressing Will's ear. "How 'bout we move this to the bed?" A pleasurable shutter ran down Will's spine.
"Aye." Will managed as a shaky reply.
"Good." Jack stepped away from Will, much to Will's displeasure, and divested himself of his vest, belt, boots and effects. Will's eyes were riveted to Jack's fingers as he worked. Jack was now clad only in well-worn shirt and pants that did little to conceal his arousal. Will licked his lips and swallowed repeatedly. He longed to kiss and lick every inch of the pirate, particularly that bit of flesh exposed by this untied shirt.
"You like what you see, whelp?" Jack teased. Will could not move, could not even manage a tiny 'yes,' and replied with only nods that spoke volumes. They told of desire and longing, and an insatiable hunger.
Jack chuckled at Will's sudden inability to move or speak. Jack took pity on Will and approached him again. Jack met Will's hot gaze and grabbed Will by his belt, pulling Will towards his bed.
Will was so absorbed in the depths of Jack's hazel-brown eyes that he was surprised to suddenly feel a bed pressing against the backs of his legs. Jack pushed him playfully and Will fell backwards.
Jack stood back and watched as a surprised Will sat up and glared at him. Jack just smiled mischievously, leaned over, and kissed Will lightly. Will put his hand at the back of Jacks head and pulled him down into a deeper kiss, tongues sliding across each other in an elegant battle where there was no victor or conquest.
Without breaking the kiss, Jack maneuvered them both onto the bed fully and straddled Will's hips.
They broke for air and Jack began deftly unbuttoning Will's quilted jerkin. Jack lightly pushed Will's hands away as they moved to help. Will tried to meet Jack's eyes, but Jack appeared to be preoccupied with his task of disrobing Will.
Will loved the feeling of Jack's weight on top of him, undressing him. With marginal effort on Jack's part, he removed Will's jerkin, belt, and shoes, all of which were now haphazardly piled on the floor next to the bed.
Will took the advantage of Jack being slightly distracted and off balance from removing Will's shoes to reverse their positions, pinning Jack's wrists to the bed beside his head with a grin.
"Do as you like, whelp. I'll not break." Jack's twinkling eyes met Will's, and Will saw the naked desire in them. While Jack seemed to be at his usual, carefree but in control, his eyes spoke differently. Will could feel the fire in them slowly burning off the façade that was normally in place. Will grinned recklessly. He would make Jack forget everything, and he would see the naked, unguarded emotions play across the pirate's face, and he would make him scream.
Jack noticed the almost calculating look on Will's face and raised an eyebrow in question, but the question died there because Will brought his lips down to tease Jack's. Will lay his body down on Jack's and gently rolled his hips into the pirate's. Jack growled and Will brought their hips together once more.
While his hips set an excruciatingly slow rhythm of near torturous friction, Will's hands un-tucked Jack's shirt and brought it up over the pirate's head. Will bit his lip to keep from moaning at the sight of the half-naked man before him. Jack's tan and well-defined muscled torso was smooth beneath Will's roaming hands.
Will was almost drooling over the possibilities before him. He started by kissing down from Jack's mouth, suckling at the hollow of his throat, before moving further down, teasing with feather light kisses, gentle nips at Jack's skin, and soothing laps of his tongue against abused flesh. Will pinched one of Jack's nipples, making the pirate squirm beneath him. Will teased Jack's other nipple to harness before gently lapping at each pert nub in turn. Short, barely there caresses, long, languid strokes, every action teasing Jack, making the pirate wonder just what else Will could do with that tongue.
Jack groaned as Will's hand dipped between his thighs and slid up until it rested on the cloth covered bulge in Jack's pants. Jack seemed to be holding his breath, waiting for Will's next move. Will's hand firmly grabbed Jack through his clothes.
Will could feel Jack becoming harder in his hand and he grinned.
Will apparently wasn't moving fast enough for Jack's tastes, and soon found himself on his back on the bed again. Jack grinned down at Will, his wild hair a bit more mussed than usual, hung down around Jack's face, giving him a darker, more mysterious look. Will gulped. Jack's weight on top of him was comforting in the way no woman was. Will had paid for a whore's services on occasion, and had bedded a few of the local girls as well, but nothing compared to Jack. Jack was all muscle and tanned skin. He was firm and - /i - Jack's thrust reminded him.
Jack's hands seemed to be able to be everywhere at once – caressing Will's skin, teasing brown nipples, depriving him of his shirt… Not that Will would have complained. He was in heaven, pure and simple. Jack's hands and tongue were almost tormenting in their incessant assault on Will's writhing body.
When Jack's hand slipped to the buttons of Will's breeches, intent on following the light trail of hair on his abdomen to its still hidden source, Will froze. Jack, fearful that he had gone too far too fast, froze as well.
"Do you want this, Will?" Jack asked, his voice husky, his words seeming to take longer to pronounce. Will, breathing in short, shallow breathes, nodded.
"Yes." The croaked reply was full of the painful need for release. Will looked at Jack as if to say 'if you stop now I will run you through with your shiny new sword and baptize it with your blood.' The verbal and nonverbal responses clear, Jack proceeded to unbutton Will's breeches and slip his hand beneath Will's linen underpants (1).
Will gasped. Jack's hand, Jack's hot, calloused, and slightly rough hand was gently stroking him -- /i was more like it. Will grew painfully hard at Jack's feather light touch. Will growled at Jack, his verbal skills apparently limited to muttered and growled obscenities in a variety of languages.
Edited for content Start It was Jack, not some whore or drunken sailor, or even himself who was pleasured him. It was the handsome and devilish pirate who was dragging him over the edge. Edited for content End
Will could not hold on any longer and let himself go with a strangled cry. Warm, sticky liquid covered Jack's hand and Will's stomach. Will's breathing was coming in shallow, shaky gasps, which wasn't addled by the fact that Jack was idly drawing patterns in the sticky mess on Will's stomach while waiting for the young man to recover.
Will loved the feeling of Jack's fingers idly dancing across his abdomen, occasionally tickling his sides. With a satisfied smirk, Will sat up and brought his lips together with Jack's. Things were just beginning to heat up again when something crashed above them.
Jack pulled away from Will reluctantly, and put a hand to Will's lips, warning him to be quiet. Jack listened intently to be sure that the noise they'd heard had been naught but an intoxicated brawl. Silence. Jack waited another minute, just to be sure, and then returned to kissing Will thoroughly.
The crack of breaking wood, the smash of some sort of pottery or glass, and the faint noise of scuffle above decks caused Jack to break their kiss again. Jack growled, "I'll kill 'em," and pulled away from Will again, annoyance and anger flared in his eyes. Jack stood up and hastily searched for his shirt on the floor of the cabin in the dim room. Swearing a bit, Jack found his flint and steel and lit a candle to see by.
This was not the wisest choice fore the captain to make if he actually intended to leave the cabin any time in the near future. Will's relaxed form was now lit by the gentle candlelight, extenuating and highlighting Will's entire body, making Jack long to explore and memorize every inch of light and shadow. The fact that Will lay there open and exposed did not help him any. All Jack wanted to do was saunter back over to Will, strip them both of every stitch of clothing and then take him! Jack's erection strained against his pants once again, and it was a supreme effort on his part to make his body obey his commands of /i and i*Not now!*/i.
Jack straightened his shirt and was strapping his belt and effects on when the barely muffled noise of a gunshot blast came through from the deck above. "Bloody hell! What are those drunken bastards doing?" Jack was stuffing his feet into his boots when a hasty knock began on his door.
Jack glanced over at Will, who was trying to button his pants and pull on his shirt at the same time. Jack smirked faintly and moved towards the door, opening it without pause. He caught AnaMaria's fist in his hand when she made to continue knocking on the now open door.
"This had best be good, Ana," Jack warned her in a dark tone Will had never heard before from the pirate.
"Are you deaf Jack? Or just stupid?" AnaMaria obviously did not like the tone Jack had taken with her. "I'm not daft enough to disturb you w' out reason, /i." She glared at Jack and glanced into the room. She arched an eyebrow at Will, but held her tongue for the time being. She returned her sharp gaze to Jack and met his eyes squarely. "It seems that Crimp has tried to stage a mutiny."
Jack was livid. His mouth was set in a grim line and his nostrils flared. "No one will take iThe Pearl/i from me again." Jack's hands went to the hilt of his new sword and to the butt of his pistol. He glanced over his shoulder to see that Will was behind him, buckling his belt.
Jack pushed ahead of AnaMaria and made his way to the upper deck where the ruckus was occurring. Jack muttered curses about his mutinous midget crewman. Will caught things like: "bootless, foot-licking urchin-snouted barnacle!" and "lumpish half-faced maggot pie!"(2) between threats of decapitation, disembowelment, and other equally pleasant means of death.
When the three emerged on deck, there was chaos everywhere. Will noticed that Cotton and Gibbs were tied to the main mast and gagged. Moises was keeping a sword pointed at them, but he was being relentlessly attacked by Cotton's parrot, who squawked "Polly want a cracker?" as he flew at Moises aiming to scratch his eyes out with his claws. Kursar and Matelot were struggling to fend off Tearlach, Duncan, and three others Will did not recognize as being crew members. Ladbroc lay in a pool of his own blood at the bottom of the stairs. Crimp and Quartetto, as well as another five scoundrels Jack recognized only as hired thugs with swords, stood back, watching the scene from a ways back.
Jack was livid, to say the least. No hint of his usual personality remained. Will, with his sword unsheathed, made for the outnumbered Kursar and Matelot. Jack made directly for the mutineer Crimp and AnaMaria went to free cotton and Gibbs.
Will killed the first man quickly. They were so absorbed with their fight and their taunts that they did not even notice Will's approach. Will dispatched Tearlach with a dagger to the heart. Kursar subdued another of his attackers and when the third unknown attacker died at AnaMaria's knife blade, Duncan surrendered.
Will turned. Jack was deftly fighting two rather large opponents, whose size and brute strength made up for their simple swordsmanship. Will hurried to Jack's side. They fell in time with each other and it was as though they could anticipate each other's moves. It had been like that in Port Royal when Jack escaped the second time. It was a unique feeling. Will knew that if he moved left, Jack could move right, keeping their backs to each other.
Will was suddenly caught in a situation he could not remedy fast enough. One of the brute's had brought his cutlass down against Will's blade and pressed down until their blades were crossed uselessly at the hilt. The brute pushed all of his weight onto Will and despite his years as a blacksmith, the other man was taller by half a foot and at least fifty pounds heavier. Will could feel his muscles straining. Sweat poured down his reddened face as he fought to stay alive. If he gave in, the brute's sword would crash down into his collar bone, most likely shattering it, forcing Will to die a very slow and painful death if the blade did not kill him initially.
Will could feel himself using the very last of his strength. His knees were locking and his arms were trembling from the strain. Will was resigning himself to his fate when the weight he was pressing against was suddenly gone.
Will stumbled forward, barely have enough time to drop his sword and catch his weight on his hands as he fell. Panting, Will looked up to see Jack fighting with the brute that had nearly killed Will. The large man's right arm hung uselessly by his side, shirt stained crimson with large amounts of blood. Other cuts on his chest poured forth crimson liquid. A deep cut to the brute's side, sent him howling. He dropped his sword and clutched his side. Jack was on the man quickly, killing him before he man even knew what was happening.
Jack's head turned quickly to Will, beads clinking together at the fast movement. Jack was plainly worried about Will's condition as he moved away from the dead man and towards Will.
"Heart still pumpin' there, luv?" Jack's grin was back in place, but Will was touched by the obvious worry he had caused Jack. Jack's hands were gentle as helped Will to his feet.
"Yes." Will said, though it was only somewhat convincing, causing Jack to look at him dubiously, eyes searching the younger man's body for any not-so obvious injuries. "You saved my life, Jack." Will said seriously. Jack, brushed it off.
"You saved my life, I saved yours. We're square." He winkled at Will. "In that respect at least." Will blushed at the obvious innuendo.
A barrage of insults broke the gaze that was steadily heating up between Will and Jack.
They turned to see AnaMaria kick Crimp who was lying on the deck, hands bound behind his back. She spat at him, and hit him squarely in the eye. Jack, falling into his role as captain, strode towards what was left of the mutineers.
"Crimp, lad, I'm disappointed. You really though you could take my ship with naught but a few hired thugs? Twenty or so and you would have at least had a fighting chance!" Jack bent down low and spoke to Crimp alone. "You should have thought twice about goin' against your Captain. 'Twas not a smart idea. Now you'll get a chance to see what I do to mutineers; I'm sure you're just going to love every minute of it." Jack stood back up, anger clearly painted on his face.
Jack signaled to some of his remaining crewmen, Cotton, Kursar and Matelot, to take Crimp and Quartetto, who was suffering from a gunshot wound to the shoulder, bellow decks and put them in the brig.
"What do ye want us t' do wit' the rest of them?" Gibbs asked Jack.
Jack grimaced at the sight of dead bodies all over his deck. "Throw all but Ladbroc overboard, the Tortugans deal with the stench of bloated dead corpses come morning; I'll not have their stench aboard my ship! Wrap Ladbric up and we'll burry him at sea." Gibbs nodded and turned to go. "And see if you can find us a few more trustworthy crewmen. We leave with the tides tomorrow."
Jack walked over to where Will was standing, looking off into space. "Distraction handled. Simple as that!" Will looked up and smiled at Jack.
"How about we head back in and pick up from where we were?" Will said quietly. Jack gave Will a look that made him blush and made his heart beat faster.
"Go back inside, I'll join you in a moment." Will, his weariness forgotten, made his way to Jack's cabin, swaying his hips in an inviting move as he did so. Jack cursed the effect Will was having on him and went in search of his quarry.
Amazingly, Jack found the bottle of rum he and Will had been sharing earlier, still where they'd left it. Jack picked it up and grind mischievously and began to whistle.
"AnaMaria," Jack called to his first mate, who was helping Gibbs throw a corpse over the side, "iThe Pearl/i is yours." And with that a wink, and a smirk, Jack followed Will into the captain's cabin.
Jack was pleasantly surprised to find Will lying naked on the bed. Will was propped up on his elbows and one leg was bent, showing off the faint curve of his ass. As bold as he appeared, Will's face was a deep shade of scarlet and one of his hands fidgeted.
Jack closed the door and walked over to Will, his eyes eating up the site before him as he did so. He sat lightly on the edge of the bed, his clothed leg gently resting against Will's naked one.
Jack lifted the bottle of Rum to Will's lips and Will swallowed greedily, a tiny trickle slipping out of the corner of his mouth. Jack pulled the bottle away and let his tongue catch the errant droplet of rum as it slid down the salty skin of Will's neck. He followed the droplet's path with his tongue until he was at the corner of Will's mouth. Will turned his head ever so slightly and sucked Jack's tongue into his mouth.
"I'm beginning to fall in love with that mouth." Jack said as he pulled away from Will's demanding kiss. Will just grinned.
"Is that all your falling in love with?" His voice was as calm as he could make it. Will's hand began to undo Jack's belt, 'accidentally' rubbing his crotch along the way.
"Mmm." Jack moaned. "Oh, and the language that came out of the pretty little mouth." Jack grinned. "So dirty, so unrefined." Jack lightly ran his fingernails over Will's bare chest. "And. Oh. So. Very. Hot." Jack punctuated each word with a kiss to some part of Will's face.
"We'll have to see what else you can teach me to do with my 'pretty little mouth'." Will's eyes sparkled in the candlelight. "I'm a /i quick study."
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(1) I would like to give Quinn a huge thank you for info on male undergarments…I was having quite an interesting time tying to find out about them… for some reason, whenever I searched for things like history+"male underwear" or "underwear 17th century," or any other similar search, google seemed convinced that I wanted to see hot stars naked or in their underwear...and I'm pretty damn sure I found a site selling an Asian male underwear model o.O lol. And after all that, I had the oddest image stuck in my head - a chibi-Jack holding up a sign with an arrow pointing down at chibi-Will, who is hog tied and gagged and wearing naught but his underpants. The sign reads "Will Work for RUM" ^^()
(2) I used these two web sites to come up with good insults. http://www.renfaire.com/Language/insults.html and http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Aegean/7384/insults.html
TBC…
Author's Note: I hope this chapter came out alright….Its been hard trying to find time to write without distraction…for some reason screaming is not conducive to writing smut *shrug* more smuttiness and ACTION in the next chapter…Which won't be up until Monday at the earliest (I'm going to NYC for the weekend). I know, I left off in a good spot again. Apparently I'm reprising my title of "literary whore" – which was my best friend's nickname in High School because right in the middle of a sex scene, make out session, or sometimes even just in the middle of a sentence, I would stop writing and she would get to the end of what I wrote and demand that I finish. Well, I'm absolutely exhausted. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Leave me feedback for when I get home! Thank you all!