Sea Longing CH 18/?
Author: GundamNymph
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Rating: R and NC-17
Pairing: Mainly Jack/Will; hint of Colin/Elizabeth; hoping for Groves/Norrington.
Summary: Will STILL has to clean up Jack and the Infamous Captain of the Black Pearl is being difficult. Then, it's time for dinner. And just WHAT is Jack scheming up now?
Who here got the POTC DVD and saw the Bloopers and Alternative/Deleted scenes? Did anyone else squeak at the reference to Benny and Joon?
What IS it with Johnny and eunuchs, though? LOL Oh! And help please? What's a Boson's position? What is his job? This is slowly killing me. And here I thought it was just the brute's name. Darn it.
Jack watched as the razor came closer, dark eyes following its every movement warily, body tense. It moved even closer and when it glinted in the candle lit room, he jumped slightly.
Will sighed. "Jack, you promised you'd do this."
Those dark eyes glanced up at him before looking back at his impending doom. "That, I did. Doesn't mean I have to bloody well like it."
The youth smiled a little, relieved he wouldn't have to fight his lover on this, and straddled those rigid thighs. At a raised eyebrow he answered, "Easier access."
His own facial hair had been shaved off earlier after their quick bath, and it had made his stomach twitch the way Jack had looked mournfully at his chin. Apparently his lover thought it was a nice piratey look for him and missed every little hair as it was cut away. Either that, or Jack saw it as a mirror of what was to happen to him.
One could never tell with Jack Sparrow.
Their skin was still damp, their hair almost completely dry. Jack's hair had been a tangled mess, but after much cursing and a lot of time, most of the dreadlocks were combed out and the braids undone. A lot of trinkets still clinked in his hair when the pirate moved his head, but he promised to himself he'd wait until after they'd dressed before taking them out. His lover was very fond of them.
One long finger raised and tilted Jack's chin up as the sharp blade rasped against the skin, cutting off the soapy dark, rough hair. Will had no idea when the last time Jack had shaved himself, or if anyone had done this for him before.
Snick, snip.
There went the two little braids at the point of the chin and Will bit his lip in sympathy as Jack winced. The pirate would never willingly show how vulnerable this made him feel, or how upsetting it was. And as usual, the wily man was being over dramatic to cover up his discomfort.
As he rinsed the blade in a nearby basin while studying his tense lover, a sharks grin formed on his lips. After wiping and rinsing the leftover soap away on one part of the tan chin, Will leaned in (wiggling his hips just so) and licked the skin there.
Jack jumped, nearly cutting himself when the razor came up again, as his young lover nipped at the sensitized skin there and drew his tongue along where the blade had just vacated. He mapped the skin, sucking it in between his lips from time to time, his hands trailing seductive patterns on the bare torso before him. He kept his fingers always just shy of the commandeered trousers, frustrating Jack when his cock swelled in response and got no attention.
After a few moments Will could feel his lover begin to quiver.
Soon the blade was finishing its run over faint sideburns and Will rinsed it one last time, pulling away again to wipe away any remaining soap foam. He stared in shock.
Jack Sparrow had looked different from the moment both had finished bathing, as he always did. Without the kohl around his eyes they seemed brighter and warmer. The dirt and grime had been finally scrubbed away with careful, playful strokes, leaving only even tan skin, blue tattoos and shiny scars.
Those crow dark eyes had been hopeful while Will stared with hungry fascination at that lithe, soapy body, but the former blacksmith had a promise to keep to his Elizabeth. And Lord knew how long it would take to clean his lover up.
And now that the scraggly, but much adored, beard was gone...
Jack looked at least ten years younger, almost innocent but for the frustrated lust in those eyes. It was such an amazing change and it made Will wonder, for the first time, just how old Jack was. Not that he'd ever ask, as Jack was sure to evade the question anyway.
A glint sparked in those dark depths, causing Will to start from his reverie.
"See something you like, love?" There was a growl to that voice. A very possessive one that he had heard before and one that always got him into trouble...humiliating trouble.
Sure enough, he was soon found on the hardwood floor with his hands held above his head as Jack plundered his mouth. That sinful tongue was coaxing his own out when the door banged open and emitted a worried Elizabeth and Colin.
"Will! Jack! Ar-" The chair had crashed to the floor, apparently, and the muffled protests were sure to pique anyone's attention.
Had Jack not been so distracted by the delicious body below him, he might have looked up at Elizabeth...and smirked at her round eyes and given a snarky comment.
As it was, Will was the first to look up at the couple and squeaked. Well, more like a muffled grunt, really. Those small, full lips were still on his at the time.
After some scrambling, Jack was finally at a 'safe' distance, and Will hunted around for a shirt and held it up to his bare chest, ever the gentleman. His lover, wonderfully sprawled across the floor and not at all daunted by his own bare skin, looked morosely at his lover's covered skin. Elizabeth had turned her head, cheeks a little flushed as she grinned.
Colin gave them both a sheepish glance. "Sorry. It's been a while since I've been at sea. Normally I wouldn't have rushed in here like that."
Will looked at him with a confused frown, but Jack understood the underlying meaning. "It's all right, mate. I'll just have me fun later. Whelp has to answer for a few things yet."
The younger man's face twisted into a grimace, knowing just WHAT was in store for him as his lover leered at him. Elizabeth let out a chuckle, finding the two of them adorable.
Then her face went slack with surprise. "Will?"
Her childhood friend cleared his throat as he switched gazes from his lover to her. "Yes?"
She walked over and knelt on the floor, eyes riveted to a bare patch of skin. Her eyes were once again round. "Is that a tattoo?!"
Will and Jack blinked, bemused at the excitement bubbling up in her eyes.
Will blushed as her dainty fingers traced the sun just below his navel and then followed the sun rays and points. The tattoo was much like the one found on a compass or map. "Yeah, it is. Jack was most insistent that I get one and put it there."
There was a playful leer back on Jack's face as he watched Elizabeth's amazement. "You know, mate, you should show her the other one."
"There's another one?"
"Yes. Got it just the week before. Been giving him hell for it-"
"JACK!" Fierce crimson was staining the boy's cheeks and Jack's grin widened to show his teeth, both pearl and gold.
Elizabeth met her friend's eyes curiously. "There's another?"
"Er."
The young woman wasn't stupid and immediately read the blush for what it was...and blushed herself as she giggled. "William Turner. I never thought I'd see the day when you'd be so corrupted. Even with the infamous Jack Sparrow as your lover."
"Well, not officially." A brown hand fluttered in the air, denying that statement.
Confused, Elizabeth turned to Jack for an answer, and stared. The entire time she had been this close to them she had not looked at the half nude pirate, who lounged on her guest room floor. The change had not gone unnoticed by her, either.
Jack, wary of those studying eyes, looked over to the amused blond still standing near the door. "I imagine you have a few marks of your own, lad. Am I right?"
Colin's lips quirked as his fiancee's head swiveled to look at him. "Of course, Captain."
The pirate pointed a thumb in the sailor's direction. "That's what I like about him. He never forgets to call me by my proper station. The whelp, on the other hand, and his bonny lass, are a different story."
Will waved his hands in surrender. "All right, all right. I get the point, CAPTAIN. I'll remember to call you PROPERLY when on board the Pearl. Elizabeth, I thank you two for your concern, but it's going to take an hour just to finish his hair."
She nodded, rising after pecking him on the cheek. "Understood. Mary will come to collect you for dinner and I'll see you two then. Savvy?"
Jack met her look defiantly, head cocked against one shoulder as he leaned back on his hands. "Savvy."
Then the pirate turned to Will after she had left with Colin. "That bloody wench of yours is stealing all my aphorisms."
Will chuckled and tugged one lock of that dark auburn hair fondly. "Oh, stop sulking. Just think, you're the one who taught her them."
Still amused by the pout on his lover's lips, he leaned over and kissed him. Jack responded immediately, putting them back in the position they had been in when Elizabeth had interrupted.
"Mmph! Jack!" Will tried to sit up, urging his lover to pull away, but Jack was having none of it. He was still hard and wanted his release NOW. "JACK!! We have less than an hour and a half! AND you're going to ruin those pants."
Jack was at least listening to him and quickly solved that problem by throwing off the 'borrowed' cloth. And then Will found himself just as much unclothed and gave up his fight. How could one fight against a willing and demanding Jack Sparrow? He'd just have to try to make this quick.
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There was a small smile of wonder quirking the edges of those full lips, but those dark eyes were alert again. "Fancy that."
Will blinked, unsure what Jack meant.
"Well," the pirate looked around the room, snatching up the discarded rag that Will had been using earlier, "I'm feeling better about this."
The youth rolled his eyes, still recovering and gave a shaky snort. "You would be." The blasted pirate was always so energized after sex, it made him pissed and amused at the same time. At least Jack had stopped brooding over his appearance.
The wet rag cleaned them off and Will watched it dart across their skin, still a bit bewildered. A finger caught his chin and lifted it and he found himself drowning in those eyes again. Curved eyebrows were furrowed in slight worry. "You okay, love?"
Will blinked again, nodding slowly. "Yeah. Sure."
Jack brightened. "Good. Now, there's a party to get ready for and the infamous, CAPTAIN Ja-"
The younger man's focus finally sharpened and he glared at Jack. "We're sweaty," he added on a side note, "and sticky."
Those dark eyes blinked. "One often is after sex."
The glare darkened. "We just finished our bath and we have less than an hour now."
Jack's lips quirked, eyes growing wary at the way his lover's narrowed. Lovely as they were, those liquid browns were dangerous and frightful like that. "Will? Love? What's the matter? It's not like Lizabeth will mind if we're late. Will?"
Jack Sparrow would always deny the 'eep' that escaped his throat when his lover pounced on him.
Commodore Norrington smiled charmingly down at Elizabeth. "Looking lovely as always, Miss Swann."
She smiled fondly at him, offering one hand up for him to kiss. "And it's always great to see you, Commodore. You're such a busy man, it's amazing that you're even here tonight."
Norrington grimaced. "I know. And I'm sorry it's been so long since I've visited."
Elizabeth waved a dismissing hand. "Don't worry about it. I understand perfectly." She rested one hand on Colin's shoulder. "You've met Colin, right?"
The older man smiled and shook hands with the blond. "Yes, I have. And I must say, Mr. Wellington, you are one lucky man."
The blond grinned widely. "Don't I know it."
Elizabeth tugged at her friend's arm, urging him into the parlor. "Come on, sit. Father will be down soon, along with the others. Where are Captain Groves and Lieutenant Gillette?"
"Theodore had to take care of something down at the docks, but will be up shortly. Damian is tied up down on the cell block. There's been some oddities with the prisoners and he'll have to oversee them tonight. The other officers were already busy with other things."
"Oh, that's too bad. Well, there's always tomorrow."
Norrington could see she didn't really meant that and wondered what kind of impression Gillette had left on her. It was pretty obvious when you thought about it. Damian had been an aristocrat before joining Her Majesty's Royal Navy and a lot of those traits had carried over into his new life. Though, Norrington had to admit, Gillette was getting better. More humbled.
They all sat in the dainty English chairs as a servant brought out tea and he wondered where Sparrow and Turner were.
"I don't suppose you have anything a mite stronger than that, do you love?" A familiar drawl asked a passing servant.
Speak of the devil.
He turned in his seat and stared.
There was no way that could be Jack Sparrow, notorious pirate and captain of the Black Pearl. There was just no way. There was no way that scalawag and rogue could pass for a high class citizen and look so good. So CLEAN. So respectable. So attractive. Damn.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Colin and Elizabeth stare with the same shock. The servants hadn't even recognized the pirate, fluttering about with their usual chores. Had they recognized the pirate, most would have screamed and ran away, or grabbed the nearest weapon.
Beside him, Will Turner was easily recognized. His clothing was more finer than when he had been a blacksmith, but was still simple and modest. His dark curls had been tamed and pulled back in a proper ponytail and for once, he didn't shift uneasily in his shoes and stalking.
The man standing beside him looked like he was in his late twenties, early thirties, his dark hair glinting with auburn was pulled back neatly with a ribbon. His clothing was a little fancier than his partner's, the embroidery glinting in the lit room. The smooth face was free of facial hair, revealing sharp cheekbones, small full lips and a pointed chin.
Except for the tan both men had and the holes in each one's ears, they could have passed for near royalty. But he remembered those taunting dark eyes, the knowing grin and the slight sway that made up Jack Sparrow.
It still very nearly made him drop his tea.
The man grinned, revealing gold capped teeth. "So. About that drink, love..."
Groves' reaction, surprisingly enough, wasn't as shocked or bewildered. He had just narrowed his eyes a moment at the shorter man sitting beside Turner, greeted him with a grin, then sat down in his own chair.
It was times like this that Norrington felt childish. Feeling once again like he didn't deserve being a Commodore, but that his friend did. Theodore had always come to his rescue with common sense, patience, a fond smile and a supporting argument. He was someone you could always count on, although his understanding of pirates (and admiration for them) had always alarmed him a little.
Weatherby Swann's reaction had been hilarious. He had chatted away and didn't have a clue that it was Jack until the pirate spoke, asking about the wedding tomorrow. The plump man had stared, paled and nearly fainted as he fanned his sweating face.
Elizabeth had teased her father as she helped him calm down and that annoying smirk on Jack's face nearly made a scowl crack his Naval mask. However, Turner had sent the pirate a look, making the man raise an eyebrow of amusement before finishing his silent assault.
The subtle and unthinking touches between the two of them made his mind spin with realization, and though he was startled and...upset at first, a slow smirk formed on his face as he watched the two across the room. Apparently, Turner had a nice and helpful short leash on the scalawag and he had to applaud the lad.
He glanced around the room, noting that Weatherby had calmed down and that Elizabeth was rejoining Colin, whispering into his ear. Groves caught his eye, raising an amused brow of inquiry at him. Norrington tilted his chin and shifted his eyes towards Will, who was speaking in low tones to his lover, a reproachful expression on his face.
A small smile lit Theodore's face and he had to wonder at the wistful glint in those golden eyes.
A servant arrived, telling Weatherby, "Dinner is ready, Sir."
Dinner was quite interesting. Nearly every other thing reminded Jack of an adventure and of course, he had to tell it. Much to the surprise of everyone, Weatherby Swann was absorbed in these stories, proved only by Jack's word and perhaps a scar or two.
Groves was polite, listening in even though he had already heard most of them. Elizabeth kept grinning widely and Norrington was, surprisingly enough, keeping most comments to himself.
Will watched them all, amused at the same time perplexed at his lover's recollections, that he just KNEW were embellished a little. Those fluttering brown hands were flying low in the air and he had made sure to clear the area of any tall dishes.
"...and so I HAD to jump, because the bloody idiot refused to do so. Knew I shouldn't have trusted him."
Governor Swann leaned forward a bit as he sipped his soup, one bushy eyebrow quirked. "And you survived?!"
A devil may care grin shined at them all. "Had to, mate. Still hadn't gotten my Pearl back. And then, of course, they made me their chief."
Elizabeth shot Jack a sideways glance. "You know, Jack, I heard that the sun god's blessing didn't work. Possibly only caused more trouble than it was worth?"
The pirate, not looking at all like one, frowned at her. "And where did you hear such a thing, lass? My continued good health is proof it worked."
The woman smiled slyly as she dipped her spoon into her bowl. "According to Will, you got a cold just last week. A rather nasty bug that kept you even from leaving the bed. He told me the entire crew thought you were going to die."
Amused eyebrows went up around the table as Jack turned in his seat to look at his lover. Will was sporting a decidedly guilty look as he looked back at him, but lifted his chin and refused to be intimidated by the look sent his way.
"It was a bloody SNIFFLE."
Fire flashed in those liquid browns and Jack felt a tug down south at the protective anger in them. "It was not. Jack, you were asleep for two days straight and were constantly coughing. Gibbs said it sounded like you were on the verge of coughing up one of your lungs! You were white as a sheet and could barely even move your arm. The hell it was!" Then he offered an apologetic glance to the more refined patrons at the table.
There was a delightful pout at those lips, one that said he was ruining things again. "And yet I was back on me feet twenty-four hours later."
"After a bloody nose that almost caused you to faint!"
"It lasted only a few moments!"
"Try very nearly an hour!"
"Fine. But that was it! No need to get your knickers in a twist."
"And what about the sprain? Or the infection? The food poisoning?"
Everyone at the table, save Norrington, had stopped eating entirely to watch the couple fight. The Commodore would take a sip of his soup and cast a glance in their direction, wondering. Sounded like Jack had been cursed again.
Elizabeth had the beginnings of a smirk on her face, one eyebrow raised high. "Sounds to me like more than a sniffle, Jack."
The pirate sent her a look. "Ganging up on me now, love? What next? Going to join forces with him to stay me off my rum?"
"It WOULD be healthier for you." Will barely kept himself from leaning away at his lover's glare. "Not entirely, Jack! Just to go easier on it for a while. You're still recovering."
Jack waved a menacing spoon at him. "From what? I'm healthier than I have been in years!"
Colin grinned. "I wonder why..."
Norrington snorted, biting back a chuckle and everyone looked at him in surprise as he recovered. But there was a fierce look on Jack's face. A searching look. Groves was almost unable to keep from staring at his commanding officer.
Will was blushing rather brightly as he cleared his throat. "Yes, well, sorry about that. We really didn't mean to-"
Jack waved a hand, cutting his lover off. "Of course we did. Remember, William, YOU'RE the honest one. The day you turn is the day I start losing me bets."
Weatherby was looking at them all, a mite confused. "I don't understand, what's the matter?"
Elizabeth shot him a smile that was a little too bright. "Nothing at all, daddy."
The wily pirate rolled his eyes. "Let's just say they walked in on an...intimate moment between Will and myself."
Elizabeth cleared her throat and glared at Jack as the Naval Officers just stared at the two lovers.
Groves was the first to look away, shaking his head and smiling. "I hope it wasn't too traumatizing for you, Miss Swann."
The young woman chuckled. "I'd say it was far more traumatizing for Will than it was for me."
The Governor was looking mystified with his daughter. "Elizabeth, WHAT were you doing, walking in on them dressing?"
Silence ensued at the table as everyone looked at him then each other. In the next moment, laughter could be heard all the way past the gates of the Governor's house.
Weatherby stilled a knowing smile.
"Jack, what are you doing?"
"Don't you mean 'what are WE doing?'"
Will crossed his arms, looking worriedly at his scheming lover. "Jack."
A brown hand fluttered close to his face, shushing him. He had to sit and watch as the pirate stuck his head through the bushes, rear in the air as he spied on the cuddling lovebirds.
Will tilted his head to the side, eyeing the perfect derriere in the satin trousers. Plots formed in his mind, dirty from being around Jack, and he crawled slowly over to the lithe body.
Just as he was coming in from behind, Jack pulled out and grabbed his arm, shoved him down and proceeded to kiss him frantically. Will had NO idea what brought this on, but was more than happy to obligee. When Groves poked his head around the side of the house near the bushes, however, he felt affronted and scowled at Jack when they pulled away.
Jack sent him a sheepish glance. "Terribly sorry. False alarm."
Will refused to speak as an amused Groves wandered over. "False alarm?"
The pirate ushered the younger man over, wondering where his other half was as he pointed to an area in the bushes where they could see Colin and Elizabeth. "Will and I are waiting for the lad to leave and then we'll ambush him."
The officer raised an eyebrow of inquiry as Will squawked his denial.
"The boy deserves a last chance at freedom tonight, don't you agree?"
Groves grinned. "What's the plan? Nothing illegal, I hope. I'd hate to jail you the night before Miss Swann's wedding."
"Nah." Pearl and gold gleamed in the dark twilight as Jack smiled. "Nothing completely outside the law."
If there are any inaccuracies, I'm sorry, but I'm not able to check the other chapters. My computer ate the rest of the story and I my memory has a lot of room for improvement. I usually don't reread my stories very often, so I couldn't recall some things too well. Colin's last name IS Wellington, right? ;;
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