Ocean Soul

Part 18 of 18

By Clarity Scifiroots

Standard disclaimers apply. This AU plot rules parallel to the first movie but isn’t quite the same. By a fan, for fans.

Rating: Adult/Mature.

Pairing: Jack/Will

Summary: An AU tale that weaves a rather bleak past for one Will Turner. When the young blacksmith apprentice stows away on the Interceptor to get away from abuse, he didn't expect it to be taken over by pirates led by the notorious Jack Sparrow.

Warnings: Sexual harassment, abuse, and recovery from such

January 20, 2008

Eighteen – In which there is no redeeming plot value, only smut.

            The Pearl’s black sails bulged with the ample wind carrying her over the waves after a recent storm. Her dark wood gleamed with the rainwater slicked across her deck reflecting the light of a full moon peeking its way from between the clouds. In the captain’s cabin, moonlight filtered through the windows and competed with candlelight to cast shadows.

            Jack tugged the sheets away from Will’s body and grinned. “Don’t plan on hidin’, luv,” he teased, rolling over to prop himself over the other man. “I ‘appen to like seein’ you this way.”

            “Jack, didn’t that storm wear you out – even a little?” Despite his words, Will reached his fingers into Jack’s hair and shifted so that their bodies aligned.

            “Not me, luv. Exhilarated.” His gold teeth glinted in the dim light as he lowered his head to reach Will’s collarbone. “Now, don’t you feel a might grateful ol’ Jack got you through?”

            Will raised an eyebrow and considered the question. “Blackmail, Captain?”

            “Pirate,” came the reply. Jack nipped the side of Will’s neck and smiled against the pale skin when he moaned softly. “Is why you love me.” He licked his way up the pale column of flesh, then paid careful attention to Will’s lips. When his lover gasped and rocked his hips upward, Jack nipped his way down the opposite site. He twirled strands of chestnut hair around his fingers and tugged gently.

            Will’s hands settled on Jack’s shoulders and pushed insistently. “Jack, just—” he hissed a gasp between his teeth “—do that, that thing... Ah, your mouth.”

            Chuckling, Jack scooted down, taking great care to slide against his lover’s body. “Found somethin’ you like, luv?” The nip he gave Will’s hip was just a tad sharper than the earlier ones; the hands on his shoulders moved to his hair and tugged. “Righ’, you win, mate.”

            “Ja—Jesus!”

            Jack pulled away from his lover’s cock for a moment and snorted inelegantly. “William, is not nice to say the name of someone no’ in yer bed.”

            Will pushed himself up on his elbows and glared at the grinning pirate. The look of irritation quickly washed away when Jack bent back to his task. Groaning, the younger man struggled to keep his eyes open and watch his flesh disappear between dark lips. The image had been burned into his memory the first time Jack had done this but could not compare to the actual experience. As Jack sucked him in further he had to bite his lip to keep from shouting. There was something alluringly filthy about the way Jack’s cheeks hollowed and his tongue glided over turgid flesh.

            Jack hummed and shattered any remnant of Will’s control. His head fell back and he groaned. Sweat slid down his throat and traced straining muscles. He clutched at the sheets and bent his legs, digging his heels into the bedding. Jack slipped his arms under Will’s thighs and pressed down on his hips.

            Breath coming in pants, Will found it more and more difficult to resist the urge to pound into his lover’s mouth. He felt fit to burst, an overwhelming heat surging through his veins until he couldn’t hold back anymore. He clenched his teeth together to stifle his cry of completion.

            Jack relinquished Will’s cock only after a thorough inspection with his tongue. Will gazed at his lover through half-lidded eyes. The captain smiled smugly as he crawled toward the head of the bed.

            “Alrigh’, luv?” He hindered Will’s answer by engaging him in a lengthy open-mouthed kiss. While the action didn’t exactly help the former blacksmith catch his breath, he did manage to shrug off some of the pleasurable lethargy that had melted him. By the time Jack broke away, Will had set to work running his fingers mischievously over Jack’s chest and ass. “No’ nice to tease,” Jack breathed, grunting as Will managed to catch him off-balance and bring their groins together.

            “Maybe if you shut up for a few moments I could take care of you,” Will said, moving one hand between Jack’s shoulders and caressing his spine. He shimmied down so that he could lick Jack’s sternum and aim for the scarred nipple he’d found to be exquisitely sensitive. His lover’s body shivered under his touch.

            A throaty groan-turned-growl escaped Jack’s throat when a questing hand palmed his balls. Will’s fingers circled the base of the cock, stroking long and slow. Jack’s hands fisted in chestnut hair as Will worked up to a faster pace, keeping time by darting his tongue against the nipple bracketed by his lips.

            “Christ, ye’re a quick – hell! – learner.” Jack growled and jerked his hips more insistently. “C’mon, luv... ‘ave some mercy. Righ’... keep doin’—Yes! Tha’s just...” His litany tumbled to a halt as Will experimentally turned his wrist just so and bit the pebbled nipple at the same time. Jack’s wordless yell made it clear that he had no qualms about letting the crew in on his sex life.

            Will’s breath escaped with an oomph as Jack melted on top of him. “Hey,” he said, voice muffled since Jack’s chest blocked his mouth. He prodded Jack’s side and tried speaking again. “Hey, roll over!”

            “Wha’?” Jack turned onto his back and rolled his head towards Will, his lips pursed in a pout. “Am I so ‘eavy you ‘ave to complain?”

            Rolling his eyes tolerantly, Will turned on his side. “I draw the line at flattening me.”

            “You jus’ want me for me body,” Jack accused.

            “My favorite pillow,” Will quipped, proving so as he moved his head onto Jack’s shoulder. He threw an arm across his lover’s chest and tugged himself closer. “Although it seems my pillow’s a little lumpy.” He nuzzled Jack’s neck, laughing as the captain squirmed.

            “Alrigh’, luv,” Jack said graciously; his arm snaked around Will’s waist. His free hand went to Will’s cheek and pushed aside the fall of sweaty hair. “Wha’ever you wan’.”

            Will lifted his head so that their eyes could meet. He kissed Jack’s palm before replying, “You know, some day you might regret saying that.”

            Jack tapped Will’s lips with a finger and shook his head. “No, luv,” he said quite sincerely, “I don’ think I’ll be regrettin’ a thing.”

The End