In The Hearts of Men and Pirates (Part 5)
By Vejgeta22
Notes: Smut, Slash, PWP with romantic interludes. Last Chapter in 'Fall' as it were. Leads to 'Winter', the second of the four part Series.
Summary: 'The heart of a man, this man, is no longer my own. It belongs to a pirate.' Jack has Will now, but what next?
Chapter Warnings: SEX!!! SLASH!!!
Pairings: Will/Jack
Time Frame: Set after the movie.
Disclaimer: You keep rubbing it in!!! I don't own it! I don't own POTC... This is why I drink so much...
Chapter 5: Rum Kisses
The kiss was simple. One kiss. One searing kiss that sent heat and blood rushing to Will's nether regions. Jack pulled away, and Will sighed. The kiss was too real for it to be a dream.
"Let's take a look at th' damage." Jack looked at Will's face first, then at his wrists. "Well, nothing's broken. But they did a number on ye. What happened, luv?"
Will opened his mouth to speak, but the words would not come out. Instead, a sob that had been trapped in the confines of his throat since the kiss came out, followed by tears. Jack looked at Will.
"Alright, luv. Come here." He held Will in his arms as sobs racked his body. The pain of his face had begun to resurface, causing him to sob harder.
Jack was beside himself with grief. It pained him to see his Will hurt so. Slowly he began rocking him, whispering sweet nonsense in his ear. He wished there was some way to end his pain, but there was not. His anger began to resurface, and dealing with Fiji became as important to him as the younger man he now held in his arms. 'I'll cut off his head', he thought. 'Nay, too quick. Hmm, tie 'im to a barrel and gut 'im and let his corpse float in th' waters behind th' boat. No... Too messy. And me Pearl won't like all th' blood on her deck. Dismember him... slowly... yeah... I'll make 'im a eunuch, before I carve up his carcass up.' His torturous thoughts were interrupted by light snoring. Jack looked down at Will, who was now a sleeping bundle in his arms. There was no time to think of the many ways to kill the man who had caused his love so much pain. He decided he would deal with Fiji after he awoke.
The next day, Jack awoke with a stiff neck. This was unusual for him, as he slept on his stomach. He then felt something shifting on his chest. Slowly he looked down. The chestnut hair blocked a face out of view, but it mattered not. That angelic hair could only belong to one person.
"Will."
He shivered at saying the name, like it was taboo.
"Will."
He spoke louder, still unbelieving what lay in his arms. The body moved slightly, hugging him closer as though he was about to disappear into thin air.
"Will."
He spoke this time loud and clear, now sure it was no dream that became a nightmare once he awoke and found his arms empty. The body moaned slightly, and the head lifted, eyes opening slowly.
"Jack."
He winced, as the swelling in his face had gone stiff during his sleep. Jack winced too, as though he felt what Will felt.
"How was yer sleep, luv?" he asked.
"Don't know. Too tired to remember. Head hurts."
Jack was puzzled. Surely a few punches to the face would not have you so tired. He reached up and started to stroke the back of his head. It felt warm and wet, and the hair felt matted. Jack lifted his hand to see blood. He sat up, almost knocking Will to the floor.
"Just be still, darling. Let me see."
He placed the young man's head in his lap, and began his search. There was so much blood; a lot of it had dried on his hair, making it difficult to find where the bleeding was coming from. He panicked, running out his cabin to find someone, anyone that could help.
Anamarie was at the helm. She watched the wily captain run around the deck. 'Now what the fuck is wrong with him?' As thought he heard her thought, Jack ran over to her, tears in his eyes.
"Will... He's... "
He couldn't complete his sentence. Then panic struck him again. He had left Will alone in his cabin.
"Please!! You have to help 'im..."
Anamarie had no clue what Jack was talking about, but piecing what he managed to get out, coupled with the fact that he had said please (a word he NEVER used), it was about Will.
She motioned to Gibbs, and left him the helm. She then started the walk to the Captain's Quarters, Jack following. Will was still on the bed when they entered. She walked over towards him and saw the large dark spot on the back o his head. She had little knowledge of medicines, but she would try to help him in any way she could.
"Jack, I need ye to clean th' back of his head. Thar are some things I must get from below."
Jack didn't move. All he could do was stare at the thin form in his bed.
'He's gonna die... no... he can't die... I just got 'im back... I haven't even told 'im...
"JACK!!! Clean his head! We need to see where the bleeding's coming from. NOW!!! "
He snapped from his trance and ran towards the wash bowl.
When Anamarie returned five minutes later, Jack was holding Will in his arms. She placed the small crate down by the bed and looked at Will's head. With all the dried blood gone, it was much easier to see the gash in the back of his head. Thought it wasn't bleeding badly, it still oozed blood. Taking a clean cloth and the bottle of rum, she sat them on the table.
"I'll need ye to hold 'im down. I have to clean it before it can be stitched."
Jack nodded. Changing positions so that Will lay flat, he gripped his arms to prevent him from thrashing around. He knew just how much pain rum caused an open wound, and this would be no different.
It took all of two hours to finish the entire job. Will proved to be stronger, even in his present state, than was perceived, and it took two more pirates to help Jack hold him still. As the rum was poured on the wound, Will howled in pain. Jack felt his own heart breaking at the sound of his love's grief. He tried to comfort him as best he could, but it was to no avail. As Anamarie began the task of stitching the gash, Will passed out, which made her job easier. Although she was no seamstress, she had stitched up enough pirates to know what she was doing.
"Right, then. He should be right as rain in a few days," she said, as she gathered up the items she brought with her. "I'll send up a drought to help him rest."
She looked in Jack's eyes. "You better take care of 'im. I should hate to find out that he died thanks to yr carelessness, and that I wasted two hours of me life."
Though her face was contorted in an angry expression, her tone stated otherwise.
"Thank ye, wench. Ye maybe useful after all," he said with a smile.
Will slept for two days straight, and awaken off and on for another three and the whole time, Jack stayed at his side, moving only to relieve himself and to eat. He held Will as he fought nightmares, cried in his sleep, tossed and fretted, and when he called out for him. The eve of the second night, Will opened his eyes. His surroundings were blurry, and his head throbbed lightly. He heard a sigh to his left. There lay the object of his affection.
"Jack," he whispered.
He sat up, well tried to, as Jack had him in a death grip. There was the sigh again. Will soon realized that the sigh was in fact light snoring. He shifted slightly in Jack's arms. He really had to go to the head, but didn't want to wake Jack.
Will lie still a little longer. The rhythmic heartbeat of Jack thumped in his ear, the rise and fall of his chest, the smell of rum, leather, and sea air made an intoxicating mix that he could not ignore. He found himself lost in the mix that was Jack, and despite the pressing of his bladder, he snuggled deeper into the embrace. His thoughts turned to the past, and how fate played a part of him being in the arms of the one he desired above all else. But how was it possible? How was it that a blacksmith – turned - pirate could know that the arms he lay in had wanted this as well?
The pirate in question opened his eyes at that moment and looked down at the face staring up at him. Their eyes locked and words that were once needed to express the unbridled passions lurking beneath the surface were no longer needed.
"Jack."
"Yes, luv?"
"I love this and all, but..."
"But what?"
"I have to use the head. Now."
Jack chuckled as he got out of bed, lifting Will into his arms.
"I think that can be arranged, luv."
"How long was I out?"
"About five days."
"Five days? Wow... guess I was sleepier than I thought, huh?"
"Aye, but ye did wake a few times."
"Did I, now?"
"Aye, ye did. Said some interesting things, too."
"Oh? Like what?"
"Well," said Jack, pulling Will back into his arms, "First ye were crying out for me."
"Aye. I tended to do that a lot over the past few months."
"And ye had nightmares. And there was the nights that ye begged me to ravish you, and it took all me resolve not to."
"Ravish me? I said that?"
"Aye, you did."
There was a pause. The Pearl rocked them gently, and the waves lapped softly at the sides of the ship.
"So... do you want to?"
"Want to what?"
"Ravish me."
Jack was at a lost for words. But the loss was even more promenade when he heard, "Because I want you to."
Hell, he didn't have to be told twice. He began careful ministrations on Will's chest, inciting a soft moan. The calloused fingers on the soft skin below him were exquisite. He became needy in finding out what else would make Will's soft moans become loud with want and passion.
Turning so that the blacksmith was on his back and he was lying on top of him, Jack finished what he had started almost six days ago. He kissed Will softly, wanting to enjoy the flavor that was Will. Will slid his hands up Jack's back, intent on deepening the kiss. Although this was all virgin territory for him, Will didn't let his experience, or lack thereof, from stopping him in indulging himself.
The kiss was even more powerful than the first one he had received. Stars and blinding lights flashed behind his closed eyes; the feeling from it alone threatened to send him over the edge. Tongues swirled, caressed and danced, lips were nibbled and bitten softly. Hair was pulled and bodies grinded together effortlessly. After kissing for what seemed like forever, they drew apart, gasping for air.
Will looked at Jack. The need to be closer and the desire to feel naked flesh overtook him, and he began to rip Jack's shirt off. Jack chuckled at this, but quickly stopped him, fearing the loss of his shirt.
"Anxious, aren't we luv," he mused.
"I need to feel you, Jack. All of you."
"Well then, these clothes need to be removed, right luv?"
"That's what I'm trying to do!"
Jack sat up, pulling up his shirt as he did. Will's breath hitched in his chest as he saw Jack's skin. With the shirt now out of the way, he began on his breeches, stopping only once to look back at Will.
"You're wearing far too many clothes for this to work properly, luv."
Will, lost in thoughts of what was to come, snapped to.
"Oh... right."
He made short work of own shirt, wincing as the fabric made contact with his head and face. That didn't stop him, as he jumped up to make short work of his own breeches.
"Ahhh, much better. Now turn around, luv. I want to take a proper look at you."
Will turned slowly, letting his image burn into the memory of Jack. When Will faced him, he was met with two surprises. The first was Jack, or his expression. His eyes were filled with want, a need... Will smiled, knowing that he was the one that made him look that way. The second was Jack's hard cock. He had never seen another man's penis before, besides his own, and Jack's rather large member incited a small gasp from his lips.
Jack was met by his own surprise – a totally naked Will. He had seen this image in many dreams, but the form in front of him was much better looking. He looked Will up and down, noting both similarities and differences. Mainly, cocks.
Jack was well aware that he was larger than most, but Will wasn't lacking for much, either. His cock was longer, with a thinner head, growing thicker as the shaft got closer to the soft pubic hair that surrounded it. Jack also noticed the lack of pre-cum; he himself always made a mess because of it. That was fine by him, though. Then there was something else. At first, he couldn't quite figure out what the biggest difference was, but now he knew.
"Dear William! You're circumcised!!"
Will blushed at the declaration; he had assumed that every man's willy was like his in that way.
"Yes. Guess my mum did it when I was younger."
"I would imagine so. Now," said Jack, pulling Will close to him, "Less talking, more kissing luv."
Will pulled Jack into a lip bruising kiss. As they continued to taste one another, the kisses got more and more insistent. Jack reached down and brushed his fingertips across Will's cock, running it from shaft to head. That won him a throaty groan, so he decided to see what his full hand would win him. That got him a load moan.
"You can touch me, luv."
Jack understood that this was all new to Will, and decided that he would not pressure him to do anything he was not ready for. However, he was about to receive his own surprise.
Will pulled back suddenly. Jack's smile encouraged him, and he started kissing his neck. That won him his own groan. He bit and sucked Jack's neck pulled back and blew on the red spot before moving downwards.
Will knew his own body, how sensitive his nipples were, especially the left one. He wondered if Jack's were too. He started with the right one, sucking it in his mouth while pinching the left one. Jack moaned low, so Will decided to nibble it – just a little. He received the same low moan, so he switched sides.
"OHHHHH!!!" was the response that he got. Grinning to himself, he nibbled, a little harder this time. That made Jack buck his hips forward, grabbing his head.
"Yes, luv," he moaned out. "Suck it harder!" In which Will complied. He then moved lower down Jack's stomach, running his tongue down to his navel.
"You like that, Jack?"
Jack was so gone in the feeling that he couldn't speak. He sort of nodded his head in a yes – no fashion. The fact that this was Will, wound-up-too-tight-proper-speaking-stick-up-the-arse-I-don't-want-to-be-a-pirate-like-my-father Will blew him away. How or when did he loosen up? He didn't have time to contemplate when the change too place because Will was tongue kissing his navel.
Suddenly, Will stopped. He was at the point of no return. Jack's cock jutted up under his chin, throbbing violently. He dropped down to his knees and looked up. The expression on Jack's face was priceless. Jack's eyes got large as realization dawned on him. Will winked at him and then he felt wetness and heat.
Pure bliss. Pure heaven. Pure Hell. Sweet torture was Will's mouth. The things he was doing with his tongue, where in the hell did he learn to do that? But Jack couldn't ask. His mouth seemed to have forgotten how to work. But his legs didn't. They began to wobble under the stress of his impending orgasm. He tried to pull Will's head from his cock, but that seemed to make Will latch on more.
Will felt Jack's cock swelling in his mouth, signaling he was going to cum soon. He decided that he hadn't come this far to just let Jack cum. Oh, he wanted Jack to cum, but hard. He increased the pressure of his tongue on the underside of Jack's cock.
That did it. With a shout, Jack exploded in his mouth, nearly gagging him in the process. It was so thick, but tasted interesting. Salty, but sweet. A taste all unique to Jack.
Jack fell to the floor, spent for the moment and out of breath. He had blowjobs from many whores and sailors he met in different ports he'd visited, but Will topped then all.
"Where... how..."
He was tongue tied. Will smiled at him. For the first time since he'd know Jack, he was lost for words.
"Let's just say that it was a matter of practice."
Jack looked at him. He hoped that he didn't mean he had done this with someone else. Will chuckled. Jack's expression asked the question when his mouth couldn't.
"No, Jack. You are my first – in that way. I have no desire for no one else but you. I used a banana for my practice sessions," he said, a slight blush present on his face.
"Well, that was quite a lucky banana. Don't know whether I should be happy or jealous."
"There's no need to be jealous of the banana, Jack. I used it for the sole purpose of teaching myself. I..."
He stopped himself. Should he tell Jack?
"You what, luv?"
"I..."
"I know, Will. I love you too."
"How did you know that was what I wanted to say?"
"Simple. No one would sail from the safety of their home and leave their wife to a town that has nothing to offer one but rum, whores and crew members. But," Jack said, while pointing down at Will's still hard cock, "now is not the opportune moment to discuss this."
And with one swift motion, he engulfed Will's entire cock down his throat. It was Will's turn to have a temporary lapse in speech. Not that Jack minded, after all, oral pleasure was one of his strong points. In a matter of minutes, Will was shooting in Jack's mouth, and reduced to a quivering mass on the floor. He had never experienced such a mind-shattering orgasm before, by himself or with Elizabeth.
After many minutes, Will finally dared to speak.
"I love you, my pirate."
Jack pulled Will in his arms.
"And I love you, my blacksmith."
Will looked at his left hand. There was one thing that still connected him to his life back in Port Royal – his wedding ring. Jack saw this and said nothing. He would approach that topic later. Right now he had two pressing matters on his mind. His Will and Fiji. He had his Will. His Will loved him. The thought that his love had suffered at the hands of this vile man caused his blood to boil.
Will never noticed this change in Jack, for he had drifted off to sleep, dreaming peacefully of the things they would do in that cabin and the places they would sail together. Right now, lying in the arms of the man that he loved above all else was all that mattered.