Title: The Afterglow
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jack Sparrow / James Norrington, Jack Sparrow / Will Turner, side pairings (FPS)
Warnings: violence, character death
Summary: Let there be insane soap opera plot twists from hell. And buggery. Lots of it. This story resumes after the ending of Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl.
Disclaimer: At no point do I claim any form of ownership of any of the characters depicted in this piece. My representations of them are not necessarily indicative of the intentions of their original creators. The plot in which I place these characters holds no relationship to their original context. I make no profit from borrowed characters. Don't sue me.
Word Count: 3,731

IX. Welcome Home

Jack stumbled to Will's doorstep and jiggled the handle. Locked. He ran around to the side of the house and shoved a window open, which fortuitously led him right into the bedroom where Will was sleeping. Quietly, Jack climbed in and shut the window behind him. He stood for a moment, then stalked over to Will's bedside and touched his face. Will didn't wake until Jack moved his shoulders a bit. Will blinked in the darkness until he could make out Jack's features. He smelled him before he saw him. Will drank in the scent of sea and musk and perfumes, sitting up hastily to pull Jack into an embrace. Will blushed upon remembering his illicit fantasy from earlier. He was glad Jack probably could not see the blush in the dark.

"Where've you been, Jack?" Will asked, feeling nervous and rushed by Jack's demeanor. He pushed Jack to arms length so that he could see his face.

"The Commodore…" Jack's thoughts hinged on the sound of Norrington shouting and whispering his name. Will shook his head.

"You don't have to… Elizabeth told me," Will said and Jack sighed in relief. That saved a lot of explaining. "But how did you get out of the jail?"

"He let me out," Jack replied, deciding not to tell him that Elizabeth had caught them a second time. It could wait at least until morning.

"And you just… left?" Will asked, hope building in his voice. He wanted Jack to want him more than he wanted Norrington.

"Aye," Jack affirmed, sensing Will was hanging on his every word. "I came to Port Royal to find you, but he caught me first. Then, he fell behind." He left the details of his search vague in case he was mistaken about Will's intentions.

"I went to spring you from the jail but you were already gone," Will confessed. "I hoped that if I helped you escape you would take me with you wherever you were going next."

Jack thought about this for a moment. He shed his jacket and effects onto the floor.

"Let me stay the night and we can be gone in the morning," Jack suggested.

"I've only one bed…" Will looked around sheepishly. "Elizabeth won't be home tonight. You can sleep if you like. I won't touch you, Jack." Jack sensed more than saw the flush of Will's blood.

"Aye," Jack whispered, "that's what I'm afraid of."

Jack touched Will's face and slipped a piece of mussed hair behind his ear. Will was rumpled and warm from sleep. The Commodore had been an amusing playmate, but being so close to someone as endearing as Will made Jack very glad he had left. Jack lifted the blanket to climb in beside Will, who moved over quickly and gauchely. Will was nervous, but he couldn't take his eyes away from Jack's. Kicking off his boots and climbing gingerly into the bed, Jack flashed a quick smile – charming, but not intimidating.

He slid into the warm spot on the bed that Will had made with his body and was grateful to have finally realized his intentions in coming to Port Royal. He never should have wasted his time in foolish games with Norrington when he could have been here with Will. Jack waited for Will to make a move. He didn't want to scare the boy away before they had begun. Then, Will sighed and let his eyes close. It was his way of telling Jack that he was ready. Jack pushed himself closer to Will, until he could feel his breath. He inched his lips forward, slowly and cautiously. It felt like hours before they met, and when they did it was a gentle brushing together, like a light breeze. When Will didn't flinch, Jack pressed a bit harder, kissing him fully. Instinctively, Will opened his mouth and Jack pushed out his tongue.

They kissed for long moments before Jack dared to put his hands on Will at all. He started by putting one on Will's neck, eventually running it down his chest to the hem of his breeches and pulling a bit. Will inhaled sharply when the lower halves of their bodies made contact. He extended his leg to touch Jack's and Jack leaned in appreciatively. Jack rested his hand on Will's chest, much the way Will had imagined he would, and Will moaned aloud. He wanted to touch Jack, too, and tugged the bottom of Jack's shirt gently upward. Jack discarded it without a word.

All of Jack's body was hard and unyielding, but his manner was comforting - slow and gentle. Will mustered courage enough to advance and Jack pulled Will by the breeches once more. Then he removed his hand from between them, placing it on the small of Will's back. He applied pressure with his palm and pushed his hips forward, holding their bodies completely flush. Will felt the swell of Jack's hardness against his own and Jack sighed lustily. Will's breath shook gently against Jack's face as his mouth fell open in passion.

"I came looking for you… looking for this…" Jack tripped over his words. Will looked down at the sheets and bit his lip.

"Jack," Will murmured. "We don't have to…"

"It would be far worse not to," Jack replied. "I've been waiting too long to jump ship, now."

Will kissed Jack with urgency, touching his face and shoulders. He dismayed when he felt Jack's mouth pull away, but it was only to place it on Will's collar bone, still naked from his earlier diversions. Jack's breath was so thrilling that Will hardly noticed Jack opening his pants. He slid his hand over Will's length and paused, bracing for the panic that might seize Will's conscience. There was none. Jack's breath expelled quickly as he felt the hardness beneath his hand. Stalling, Jack let go and ran his hands up and down Will's back, around to the front, up to his neck. Using the strength of his hands to add force to their kiss, Jack pulled Will's face closer and held it there. Will, however, threw back his head and moaned when Jack dared to close his hand around Will's length again. The hand squeezed and pushed and pulled, as Jack concentrated his attention to make Will writhe in fevered desperation. It worked.

Will squeezed his eyes shut and let his lips part, seeking to regain Jack's kiss. When he found it, he opened his mouth more and let Jack tease his tongue out. Jack put his lips around the tip of Will's tongue and sucked. Will was not naïve and the insinuation made him painfully hard. Jack kept one hand at work below Will's waist and pushed him over onto his back. Nimbly, Jack climbed over Will's legs and leaned on the hard torso. Will kissed Jack excitedly and wrapped his arms around Jack's neck. He tried to hold Jack still, but Jack pulled away and watched Will's face, the flitting eyes, the reddened cheeks, as he shed his own breeches. He saw Will's eyes sweep over his body.

Sweat shone lightly over Jack's neck and coarse hair tumbled over his shoulders. The sinew of his torso shifted slightly with the movements of his breathing. Jack's body was thin, but tough, escaping gentle-looking elegance only by virtue of the sharp definition of every angle and edge. Will's eyes strayed lower. A tuft of hair began at Jack's navel, matching the color of the hair on his head, but even more coarse-looking if that was possible. The hair began sparsely, then widened and became thicker, finally forming a thatch of unruly black surrounding that piece of anatomy that made Will's skin flush and tingle. Yet, even as his blood ran hotter than a forge, his mind was troubled.

Will didn't quite know what to do with Jack, in spite of his former fantasizing. He wanted to touch Jack, but he was afraid, of what, he could not particularly discern. Still half-righted after removing his pants, Jack shifted his weight from knee to knee, waiting for Will to panic or to regain himself, whichever came first. Then, Will realized Jack was watching him. He wasn't entirely sure how long he'd been staring at Jack's body, but he blushed with the embarrassment of being caught. The pirate in Jack emerged then, and he was unable to resist testing the waters.

Jack raised a hand from his side and rubbed himself with it. Will blinked in astonishment. Jack had absolutely no shame, taking himself in hand, leaning his head back, letting low moans escape his lips. Will finally remembered to breathe, but it came out noisily and alerted Jack, who opened his eyes and grinned. The familiar pattern of gold shined back at Will in the dim light of the moon. Will didn't know all Jack had in mind, but he kept his gaze steady, eyes trusting. Jack steadied himself between Will's knees and sank onto all fours. He brushed his lips over Will's and tilted his head to one side. Jack kissed Will's exposed ear and neck, pulling at the skin with minute suction.

For a few moments, Will laid still, but as Jack reached his chest, Will lifted his hands to Jack's back. He held them there, feeling the undulating of Jack's shoulders. Jack bit delicately at one nipple and Will arched, a wave of goose pimples washing over his body. Jack's caress was hot, almost scalding, as he left a damp trail down Will's body. Will did not feel fully conscious of this steady, downward movement until Jack arrived at his navel.

Jack slipped his tongue into the hollow, lips planted firmly around it. Will's hands slid from Jack's back, down his arms and rested on the sheets. Jack flicked his tongue in and out, imagining other things, wanting to insinuate them, but not being able to tell if Will knew what he meant. Then, Will released a greedy moan, and not wanting to bore him, Jack continued his efforts downwards. Licking until he reached Will's hair, Jack moved his mouth to one side, deliberately teasing at the juncture of groin and thigh. Will tried to hold still and calm himself as Jack repeated the motion on the other side. He thought he knew what Jack intended to do and the anticipation was both thrilling and terrifying.

When Jack touched him, he flattened his tongue on the underside of Will's hardness, licking wetly up. He did this several times before moving to the right side, then the left. Will struggled, but was able to lie still. At last, Jack swirled his tongue around the tip before closing his lips over it. Will groaned and his hips rose until Jack held them down. Jack looked up without moving and caught Will's eyes. Will stared for a moment. There was Jack Sparrow, the infamous pirate captain, in his own bed with his face… Heaven help him. Will was terribly embarrassed and he closed his eyes, letting his head rest fully upon the bed.

Jack grinned, or rather, half-grinned, and then sucked. Will cried out as the lips descended, but Jack still thwarted the movement of his hips. Will could barely stand but minutes of this sort of attention and he knew he had to make Jack stop.

"Oh," Will tried to begin, "Jack…"

Jack hummed a questioning sound at Will, which very nearly made Will lose control. The vibration of Jack's voice, what with the wet tongue and the hollowed cheeks, was maddening.

"Oh!" Will croaked. "Oh, again… Please do that again."

Jack hummed as requested, this time deeper in pitch and for a much longer time.

"Wait, no!" Will tried to protest, "don't… don't, please. I'll be lost if you don't stop! Oh, Jack… wait…"

Jack relaxed his humming and dragged his flattened tongue upward as he lifted his head.

Will gasped. He wanted to speak, but he couldn't form words either in his mind or on his lips. He wanted Jack to do something, but damned if he could figure out what. In fact, Will decided he just wanted Jack indiscriminately and Will shoved his hips up at him insistently. Jack sat back on his haunches to survey Will's position. He seemed ready enough, writhing about as it were. Jack ran his hands over Will's sides, calming him, soothing him, trying to reveal his intentions as unthreatening. He leaned over Will, pushing himself up on an elbow and groaned into Will's ear.

"Let me show you, Will. Let me have you." Jack whispered as though he was begging, but Will could tell it was anything but a request. Jack was a demanding lover, and it made for marvelous contrast to Elizabeth. Will could only whimper in reply.

" I want your permission, whelp," Jack said with a bit more force. "Let me have you."

"Aye, Jack," Will breathed. "I'm yours."

Jack's sigh turned to a growl. Untangling himself from the bed, he went for the little bottle of oil he was glad he hadn't quite exhausted with Norrington. He eyed it critically and decided there was just enough. Jack eased himself back into the bed and sat on his haunches, holding the bottle between his thighs so that he wouldn't have to warm it each time he needed more. He bent his head down and went to work again with his mouth. He hoped it would be enough distraction. Jack uncorked the bottle and dipped a finger in. Then, he put the oiled finger behind Will. Jack didn't push, just allowed Will to become accustomed to being touched in the general area. He continued diligently with his mouth and the other hand, and Will soon accepted the unfamiliar caress without shyness.

Then, Jack gave a push with his finger. Will's movements became slightly tense, but he didn't protest. In fact, Will was contemplating that Jack's finger, though perhaps more embarrassing than his own, felt much more exciting. He tried to keep his thoughts from wandering to anything else, but he didn't have to try for long. After a moment, Jack curled his finger and struck something so sensitive that Will forgot to breathe. Jack bent and unbent his finger several times until Will breathed again, but he held his eyes scrunched shut. Tiring after several long minutes, and needing his vision to determine just how ready Will was, Jack stopped working with his mouth and sat up to watch as his two synchronized hands turned Will's dignity to mush.

Removing the hand from behind, he coated the original finger plus a second in oil. As he replaced the single digit, Will inhaled discordantly, but his eyes still remained closed. Jack took this as a good sign. At first Jack moved his fingers in a scissor motion, building up to the stretch. Then he bent both together, stroking the sensitive flesh with more and more vigor. The third finger arrived quicker than the second. Will groaned. He wasn't sure how long he'd last at this pace, and he knew that the real Jack wasn't about to settle the way his fantasy Jack had.

"More," Will whispered.

Jack thought about bending down to hum another question around Will's cock, but decided against it. He waited to hear if Will would repeat his request. Jack kept moving his hands and eventually Will spoke again.

"Please, more," his voice wavered, barely audible above Jack's heartbeat.

"What do you want?" Jack asked. He knew it was devilish, but he couldn't withstand the temptation.

"I want…" Will had forgotten what he wanted.

There was a long pause and Jack waited.

"You," Will finally finished.

"What's that?" Jack pretended not to hear.

"I want you," Will replied, still quiet but with more energy.

"Are you certain you're prepared to accept me?" Jack was playing, his tone almost comically exaggerated, but his question was a serious one. He didn't want to cause Will any undue pain.

"Aye," Will agreed. It was too quick.

Again Jack waited for the answer to be repeated, this time to be sure it was adequately thought through.

"Oh, Jack," Will pleaded. He wanted to touch Jack's body but he couldn't reach. His hands fell useless and uncoordinated back to the sheets. "I need more of you."

"Tell me once more. Tell me what you said before I began," Jack was testing. He cared too much to ravish Will if his brain was only half working. Will tried to think about what had been said. His mind was hazy, but he retraced his steps. Then the memory hit him. Had he been standing, his knees would've given out. Never had anything sounded more romantic, more erotic.

"Jack…" Will was almost afraid to voice the sentiment a second time. "I'm yours," he whispered.

It was Jack's turn to be bowled over. No sailor nor whore had ever sounded so genuine. Jack remembered not so much all that was said, but instead, all the reasons why he loved Will Turner.

"Good lad," Jack soothed. "Relax, now. I'll take good care of you."

Jack withdrew his hands from Will and used them to smooth a thick coating of oil over himself. Will groaned at their absence, and groaned again as he watched Jack. He put a hand again behind Will with yet more oil, making sure that there would be no shortage. Will breathed deeply and closed his eyes as Jack watched the tan chest rising and falling. Will was perfect. Jack wanted everything to be perfect. He stretched over and put the oil on the modest wooden nightstand. Still slick with oil, he ran his hands over Will's chest and belly, gave him a few last strokes with his closed hand and then reached back to prop up Will's legs. Jack looked around quickly for something soft to put under Will's tailbone and settled for a pillow. When Will was situated, Jack braced himself a bit and let his weight guide the first small thrust.

Will winced a little as he accepted the first of Jack's breadth. He could not tell how far Jack was inside, but he didn't care to check.

"Remember to relax," Jack said, trying to calm him.

Will nodded and breathed deeply. The smell of Jack was both comforting and intoxicating. He felt Jack's hand close around him again and concentrated on that feeling to the best of his ability. It felt amazing, and Will remembered how good it had felt when Jack used the second hand on him. He wanted that sensation again and urged Jack on, placing his palms firmly on Jack's hips and guiding him. Jack pushed as smoothly as he could, using one hand to touch Will and the other to hold himself up. He was glad to have Will guiding him. When Will stopped pulling, Jack allowed him more time to breathe.

It took Will several minutes, but then he realized that he felt Jack's body against his own. Jack moaned, being able to push no further, and Will sighed his relief. He looked up at Jack's eyes, black and rimmed with black in the darkness. They stared at each other, even when Will thought the gaze might prove too intense to weather. Jack continued to watch Will long after his eyes flitted shut again. Eventually, he let go of Will's length and used his hand as leverage to angle his hips up, rubbing the responsive flesh, the sensation of which Will had sorely missed. Jack pulled back slightly until he saw Will's eyes open, glazed over and unfocused, and close once more. Then with quick and shallow thrusts, Jack continued to rub the spot until Will cried out.

"Jack…" Will gasped, but had trouble finishing his thoughts. "I need! Oh, I need…"

"God, Will, tell me!"

"More."

"Am I hurting you?" Jack pushed a little harder.

"No… I mean, yes, but… Don't stop."

Jack most certainly did not need to be told twice. He let his body weight sink down, pushing harder. He slid his hands under Will's back and held their bodies close together as he thrust mercilessly. Will grunted and gave stunted expulsions of breath with every repetition. Jack, however, noticed that Will was not exactly as loud as Jack deemed necessary. So, he pulled back further and arched himself, the angle of which finally made Will shout. Jack balanced himself and used a hand to touch Will's groin. Jack slowed his pace, hips and hand moving sensually synched. Jack's hand was still lightly slick with oil and the feeling of it pried from Will sounds that were almost like sobs. Without Jack's weight to hinder him, Will curved his back up off the bed, hands splaying in the sheets as leverage. He raised his legs and hooked them around Jack's thighs, pulling him closer. Jack had never seen anything so wanton in his life. So much for meek and modest Will.

"Jack," Will's voice emerged hoarsely.

Jack made only guttural noises in reply.

"Jack, I'm going to…" Will's breath caught in his throat and he held it.

"Don't hold back," Jack murmured between thrusts.

And Will did not hold back. He pushed back at Jack with need, grasping at him with his hands. His breath quickened and he heard no sound but his own pulse until Jack's howl drowned out even that. Will twitched in Jack's hand, crying his release. The tensing of Jack's muscles told him that Jack, too, had spent. Jack held himself up for a few moments, gasping and then realized he was ready to collapse. Briefly, he kissed Will's face and then he extricated himself from the boy's limbs. He offered Will the bit of torn shirt he'd salvaged from Norrington's floor and Will cleaned up his belly.

Jack's eyes closed and he did not see the pained look cross Will's face. Will was happy, but confused and concerned. Laying contentedly, Jack pondered that it had been a long time indeed since he'd gotten so much exercise in so few days.

"Rest," Jack sighed, as much to himself as to Will, and then he fell asleep, snoring lightly.

"Welcome home," Will said quietly to the sleeping form, wiping a bit of skewed kohl from Jack's cheek. Tired as he was, Will would have trouble sleeping for thoughts of their flight in the morning.