Parts 51-55

Posted: December 2003
Author: Haleth

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The Pirate Way 51 – It Was Jack All Along

Just kept rowing. Didn't think about the harlot and the way she looked good and fucked. Even if she didn't seem entirely satisfied. He wondered why. After all, Jack was always completed satisfied with Will. Rowed even faster.

Scrambling up the rope ladder onto the deck. Rushing to the cabin and searching frantically for Will. Not finding him. Jack's nose wrinkled in distaste. The smell of a woman, definitely. Not that Charlotte smelled bad. Or at least, not that the scent she left behind was displeasing. Under it, musky and seductive, the scent of Will. Jack rushed back out to the deck in time to see Will climbing back up on the far side of the ship.

Will always looked so good when he was dripping wet.

He shook his head and water flew off his hair, sparkling like diamonds. Then he looked up at Jack, appearing for all the world like a little, lost boy. A little, lost naked boy, that is. "Jack! I just, um, well…"

Jack tilted his head and pursed his lips. "Having a midnight swim?"

Will shrugged and shivered slightly. Jack pondered how hard Will's nipples got when he was cold. As if they were sitting up and begging to be warmed. "I just thought, well I knew you would be coming back tonight. At least I hoped you would." He stepped toward Jack tentatively. "I wanted you to. And I was just…"

Wanting to get rid of the scent. So he was standing there, cock soft and frankly a little shrivelled from the cold water. Jack thought about letting Will just stand there on deck, naked and trying to explain. Maybe he felt guilty. Maybe he should just stand on deck naked not being able to explain. Because Jack felt betrayed, just a little. But then Will looked at him with pleading eyes, begging Jack to end this uneasiness. And Jack could never turn down Will.

"We'd best get you inside and warmed up, luv. You'll catch your death." And Jack would not stand for that. He would stand for nothing that might hurt Will. He took Will's hand and led him to the cabin.

There was a small pot-bellied stove in one corner, and Jack lit the fire while Will sat on a chair, huddled under the blanket Jack had draped over his shoulders. Then Jack poured himself a shot, no two, of rum. And one for Will also. Will threw it back like a seasoned sailor and jack knew something was seriously wrong when the lad didn't choke on it.

He knelt on the floor at Will's feet. "Are you alright, luv? Was it that bad?"

"No," Will leaned into the touch when Jack stroked his wet hair. Jack's hand stilled. "I mean, yes." He waited for Jack's hand to move again, which it did, as Will knew it would. "It wasn't like with you. I didn't really want to be doing it, but I did because it wasn't about her, it was about the baby."

Jack nodded carefully. He'd figured as much. He didn't like it, but he knew Will was just a decent man doing the decent thing. By fucking his stepsister in law. There was something terribly wrong about that, but then there was something terribly wrong about most things that mattered, and he wasn't one to be too picky.

Will sniffled a little. In lieu of crying, or had he really caught his death?

"Oh, Jack, I wanted her to be you. I couldn't even… I wasn't able to do it at all. And then Charlotte started talking about you, about us, and I thought about last night and then I…"

Jack waited. Patiently. While Will stared at the floor. Then he raised an eyebrow. And then? He waited some more. "And then?"

Will grabbed his shoulders, rough. Strong, work-hardened fingers digging in. Jack liked it. "And then I could do it, but only because I was thinking about you. It was so unfair to her, but it was the only way. She was so soft, and so wet, and I didn't want that at all, but she kept talking about you and what you do to, um, to me."

Will was thoroughly flustered now, all blushes and eyes darting around the room and squeezing Jack in a way that would have been painful if it wasn't so damn arousing.

"So," he drawled, "She was wet." Come to think of it, that would be quite a shock for someone like Will.

"Oh, yes, it was so strange. And there was this smell, and it wasn't bad but it wasn't you. But I didn't want it on me, not when you were coming back."

"And you liked it?"

"Not nearly as much as the way I like you. The only way I could do it was to…" Will ducked his head, as if ashamed. His breath came in harsh rasps and his shoulder shook.

Jack understood though. And he felt quite pleased at what he understood. It wasn't her after all. She hadn't made him moan like that. It was Jack all along. He rose, slowly, and moved over to the bed. The scent of the two of them was strong, so he stripped off the sheets and tossed them out on deck. They could be dealt with in the morning.

Will watched him with wary eyes. He couldn't tell what Jack was thinking. He must think Will was awful for having done that. Will felt awful, in spite of the fact that he'd been thinking about Jack all along. He watched as Jack opened the trunk near the bed and pulled out clean sheets. He had never considered that Jack might know where clean sheets would be. He'd never seen Jack do anything like put clean sheets on the bed. But every night the sheets were clean. Someone had to do it. And it made him feel guilty that he'd never helped do that work, at the same time that it occurred to him that Jack must do that for him.

Jack was standing beside him now, and Will could see the outline of his hard cock through his trousers. It was a comforting sight, and it gave him the courage to stand up and walk to the bed. Jack threw the damp blanket onto the floor and guided Will into fresh, clean sheets with a dry, warm blanket on top. He hadn't said a word, and Will worried for a second that Jack might just leave, but the pirate was taking off his clothes and humming some pirate tune in a contented fashion.

Once Jack was naked he slid under the sheet as well and pulled Will against his hard, hot body. "I can't say I'm happy about the whole thing," Jack whispered. Now it was his voice's turn to be shaky. "But you did what you felt was the right thing. Do you still think it was right?"

Will honestly didn't know. "It was right to help her, but it didn't feel right without you. And I think, I'm sure I wanted you to be there too."

Jack thought this over. He thought about Charlotte, and Will. And him. Together.

Will's hand crept down and stroked Jack's cock, which was alarmingly big.

"You like that idea."

Jack took a deep breath.

Will took that as permission to continue. He rubbed his thumb over the head, catching the little bit of moisture there and smearing it over smooth skin. "If it ever happens again, you'd like to be there, with me. Because that's what I was thinking about. I was thinking about you inside me, and how good it would have felt to feel you inside me while I was inside her." Will's cock sprang up as he expressed the thought, as if saying it out loud unloosed something inside him. His thick cockhead bumped against Jack's, and the two of them moaned.

Jack licked his lips. Will had never really talked about Jack fucking him before. Not like that. He felt he should answer in some way, but he couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't make it sound as if he wanted to be with Will and Charlotte at the same time, when in reality the last thing on earth he wanted was to ever share Will with the harlot again. He closed his fingers around Will's hard cock.

It was smooth and solid and felt no different than it had the night before, which was comforting. Then he thought about being inside Will's hot, tight arse while Will fucked Charlotte. He didn't wish for it, he just let the thought drift across his mind. He thought about how Will might move, how he would push into her, how he might roll his hips, for he knew Will's hip-rolling was the key to the act. He thought about Will Turner doing the fucking. And he groaned.

"And I think it was much better for me that it was for her, and I felt so bad about that. I didn't know what else to do. It made me feel so useless, but it felt good and I couldn't help myself." His voice got ragged again, from his feelings of inadequacy or from Jack stroking his cock like that, but it didn't matter because he felt them both.

"Nonsense, mate," Jack mumbled, "She got what she wanted, and she couldn't get that unless you felt good, savvy? So you did just fine, don't fret. But you liked it, didn't you?"

Will nodded, ashamed he'd enjoyed himself with someone else but unable to deny it. "I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't have but I did. It felt good, it was so hot and I liked pushing into her, but only when I was thinking about you doing the same thing to me, honestly!"

Jack tilted his head up. And kissed him, slow and deep. He rolled on top of Will, Kneeling with one leg on either side of those endless legs. Will stretched out beneath him was, as always, a wondrous sight. But he couldn't get the image of Will's cock buried inside her, and the way his arse must have looked as he fucked her. He kept on kissing as he slid one hand down to cup the heavy bollocks in his palm. And his fingers couldn't help but brush over Will's hot opening.

Will responded by pushing his arse upward, giving Jack greater access. Such a responsive boy. His cock twitched against the underside of Jack's forearm. Jack moved his hand to surround the cock again, and Will purred. Jack knew in his heart that Will didn't purr for her. She could make him moan and she could make him spill his seed in her, but there was no way she made him purr.

The purr was for Jack and Jack alone.

Will's thrusts into Jack's fist became more frenzied. He remembered, just before he spent inside Charlotte, how much he'd yearned for Jack. "Jack, please, I only want you. I don't want you to ever doubt it. Oh, you know just what to do."

And Jack knew exactly what to do. He reached above his head for the bottle of oil. Will's breath caught in his throat and he spread his legs wider. He ached for the slow stretch and slide of Jack's cock. Jack let go of Will's cock, eliciting a whimper which he ignored, and poured a little of the slick liquid into his hands.

"I love you, Jack. I love you so much. I never want to be with anyone else." Will kissed Jack excitedly. He could never get enough of Jack.

Jack lowered his hand and closed it over Will's cock. The slippery oil warmed instantly and when he slid it down to the very base Will purred louder. He closed his eyes and shivered. The wet heat reminded him of fucking Charlotte and his hips responded involuntarily.

"Like I've always said," Jack murmured. "You're a natural."

Will had no time to decipher what Jack meant, because he was busy fucking his cock up into Jack's fist and he didn't see what Jack was doing with his other hand, and suddenly his cock was pressing against something highly resistant. His eyes flew open as Jack tilted his hips and lowered himself onto Will's cock.

"Jack!" Will tried to back away, but Jack held his hip down with one hand. The other hand guided Will's cock as it pushed into Jack's tight arse.

Jack winced a little, for a second. It had been a very long time since he'd been breached, and Will was unconscionably wide in the head. That initial stretch, that was the hardest part, as he recalled. Once the head was inside he held still, tried to relax, tried to adjust to the size, the pressure, the fullness.

Will was overcome by the incredible tightness of it all. And the heat. And, when he somehow found the wherewithal to raise his head, the sight of Jack Sparrow impaled on his cock.

Jack settled on him, completely full. Almost a whole minute of stillness, the only sound in the room their ragged breaths. And then Jack shifted, the tiniest bit, and rolled his head back in delight. "Jesus, you have a beautiful cock," he said through gritted teeth.

Will couldn't, didn't dare, move. He just stared with huge, shocked eyes, until Jack rolled his head back and looked down with black, glittering eyes. A lazy, blissful smile and a glimmer of gold tooth. "Don't just lay there, Mr. Turner. I expect a proper fucking from you."

Will tilted his hips experimentally. Jack's hot tunnel gripped him tightly. "Hmmm," Jack growled. He rocked his hips and caught the exact right spot inside Jack. "Fuck, yes," Jack moaned. Will rolled his hips this time and stroked the length of Jack's cock with his hand. "More!" Will grabbed Jack's hips and pushed him sideways, following so that he landed on top, with Jack's lean legs wrapped around his hips.

Jack pulled Will close, eager to feel his whole body at once. "That's it, luv. You know what to do, don't you? Just do what feels…"

But Jack could speak no longer because Will was pumping into him. Brushing against his sensitive gland and filling him entirely. The stretch, the friction, the angle, the hot breath against his throat, the hands gripping his shoulders, everything was too perfect. It was everything Jack hoped it could be, but hadn't even admitted to himself that he wanted.

Will was astounded. This was like fucking Charlotte only so much better, because he didn't have to concentrate on Jack being there because Jack was there, surrounding him and holding him and kissing him and moaning his name out loud. Jack's feet pushed against his arse, urging him to fuck harder and faster. Will pounding into the hard body beneath him. No breasts in the way, so worry about hurting him, just pleasure so intense he would explode in any second now.

Jack's cock pressed into his belly, reminding him of its presence, so Will reached between them and stroked hard. He wanted Jack to release between them, to feel Jack around him when it happened. He opened his mouth and sucked on Jack's neck, just where Jack liked to do it. The answering shudder made him thrust harder. Jack grunted and stiffened and spilled over his hand. Normally Will would slide down Jack's body and lick up the salty fluid but Jack's arse gripped him too tight. It pulsed down the length of him and sent him into oblivion. The last thing he remembered was releasing inside the heat of his lover and calling out his name.

"Everything is all right now." Jack kissed damp curls, calming his shaking lover. Will opened his eyes blearily. There was no longer any stickiness between them, even though they lay side by side, bellied and soft cocks pressed tightly together. Everything was clean again. But everything was different.

"I'll take care of you, and I'll make sure you don't ever have to be with anyone else ever again."

Will snuggled against Jack's chest. "But what if Charlotte isn't pregnant?" he asked, stifling a yawn.

Jack chuckled. "She can find someone else for that. I'm terribly sorry, luv, but you're just too good at that, and I don't want you to ever do it to anyone else again."

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The Pirate Way 52 – White Hot

The brand glowed white hot. The very sight of it made Captain Jack Sparrow's left eye twitch uncontrollably. Just a nervous reaction, didn't affect his functioning at all. Only a little tic.

"Jack you don't have to do this." Will's voice was low, pitched to reach Jack's ears alone. Everyone, and Jack could see this mean everyone, stood or sat around the main clearing within eyesight of the little forge Will had set up. Everyone waiting for the first branding. And everyone expected it to happen to Jack.

Jack considered the blistering heat of the metal shape, crafted by Will to turn the brand of one plantation owner into a new symbol. A second brand rested beside it in the fire, the one that would change a slave trader's brand into that same new symbol. Currently possessing neither of the brandings on his body, Jack would have to endure both of them. He had not counted on that.

He tossed back a fortifying shot of rum.

Will frowned. He hadn't wanted to do any of the branding at all. He hated the idea of hurting anyone. But it seemed as if he was the only person present who had any experience at all, even though he'd only branded cattle. He would have to do it, but the last person he wanted to hurt was Jack.

Well, perhaps not. Jack was tough; he could take care of himself. Maybe Kay was the last person he wanted to hurt. They'd grown very close. And Tessie, she'd accepted him as her son and was a wonderful woman. Then there was Alphonse, who he hated the idea of hurting. Alphonse was a wonderful brother to him, and was such a kind, giving soul. And he could not leave Charlotte off the list, especially since she might be carrying his child.

But none of them was due to have his or her flesh seared in a hideous manner. So Jack was at this moment the last person he wanted to hurt. Except for Okonkwo's young son, Louis, who stood to one side watching with wide eyes and fingering the pale, raised skin on his shoulder, which showed the mark of the plantation owner, with his mother standing by his side.

Jack stared into the deep, brown eyes of his lover. He could tell Will was hoping Jack would back out. Jack was, he had to admit, hoping the same thing. Then Jack stared into the deep brown eyes of the boy. He saw fear but he also saw trust.

"Do it," he ordered, and pulled his loose shirt down off his shoulder.

Will could only stare at the scars there, from when they had been cast away together. He remembered cleaning the wounds so carefully and binding them with his own shirt, and cradling Jack in his arms. And falling in love. How could he add another scar on top of all that? This was ridiculous. There was no need. The child would understand.

"Someone has to test this theory of yours. Do it, and we'll see if the two brands match up." Jack steeled himself for the shock and pain that didn't come.

Will shrugged. "We tested them on the leather scrap, and on the coconut. They work."

"I said, do it, Will. That's an order." He straddled the wooden chair someone had placed next to the fire and shrugged his shoulders so the shirt slipped down even further. Will raised the brand from the fire.

"Wait. That's not fair to make him do it." A tall, black pirate stepped forward.

"What business is this of yours, Mr. Bertram? Leave it off!" Jack growled.

"Captain, I beg your pardon, but when you asked for men with experience I stayed quiet. That was wrong. I had a long hard history before you took me on, and I've tried to forget it, but I can't. I used to do this for my master. I'll be much… better at it than him."

Will dropped the brand back into the fire, shocked. He'd known Bertram since he came aboard the Pearl in Tortuga years before, and Will never suspected he was a former slave. And to be forced to brand his fellow captives was unthinkable.

Jack knew, of course, but had kept quiet about it. After all, he had his own history to hide. He looked over at Will, who was starting to look very relieved. "Very well, Mr. Bertram, proceed. Will, I think you should go somewhere else for this."

"No Jack, I'll stay with you. I don't want you to be alone."

Jack shook his head. "I'm afraid I shall have to insist. Kay," he called out. "Please take William, um, somewhere out of range."

Kay nodded and pulled Will away, whispering, "You think it'll help him but he'd rather not have you watch. You'll have plenty of time to comfort him later."

Will went along peacefully. Kay would never lie to him.

Jack steeled himself again, and this time the iron descended on his skin. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth and tried to think of something not painful, the opposite of pain. Lying in bed that morning with Will in his arms, watching the sun rise over the mountains, breathing in the scent of Will and running his fingers through silken locks. The feel of Will's lips brushing across his nipple, the puff of breath over his smooth chest. A hot tongue rasping on his throat.

But the searing metal bit through his defences and he let out a short noise, not a shriek, thankfully, but somewhat more strident than a manly grunt. He had a minute to catch his breath and Mr. Bertram was back with the second brand.

"Sorry, Jack," he whispered, the first time he had ever addressed his captain by his first name. "It'll be better if we get this over with as fast as possible, you understand."

Jack nodded. "By all means, Mr. Bertram, fire at will." This time Jack made sure he did not think of anything too not-painful. Instead he focused on the most intense feeling he could recall. A feeling with its own element of pain to it, but also something so pleasurable it could wipe out any other sensation.

The slow, inescapable slide of cock into arse. The incredible stretch of a wide, round head as it pushed inside him. The sting of his opening expanding, the undulation hidden inside when the head pushed through the guardian muscle, and the exquisite friction of the shaft sliding in deep. So full and so shocking he becomes immobilized, and he waits for Will to stop sliding, to sink into him fully. Hands grip his hips, fingers digging in painfully. His own cock is straining to relieve itself, his bollocks are drawn up tight, and the sweat breaks out across his forehead, soaking his headscarf.

"All done, mate. You hearing me, Captain?"

Jack opens his eyes to the bright sunlight, and the crowd of people watching him. Watching him while he slid himself down over Will's cock. And he didn't care. He just wanted to find where Kay had taken Will.

But he didn't. He allowed Matthew to spread a foul-smelling ointment across the burnt skin. Then he stood up, and helped the boy onto the chair, and offered his arms for support. And let the boy dig his fingers into his forearms. They were strong, they could take it. And the boy became the fictitious former property of Charlotte the harlot, by virtue of her having been brought up in the household of the Earl of Duncroft. And because she was probably the only white person on the island who wasn't actively wanted by the authorities. Except for Bootstrap, who was supposedly dead. And Franklin, who was married to a black woman, which was probably against the laws of whatever country or empire that would attempt to claim this island as their own.

Jack was struck by how utterly ridiculous laws and countries and empires are. Tight before he was struck by how bloody much his shoulder hurt, and how much he wanted Will. So he left the others to their business and went in search of his pleasure and his pain and his whole world.

He found Will on the beach, and Kay went back to the clearing to help the people who were getting branded, and Will rowed Jack out to the Black Pearl where he belonged.

* * *

"Why did you do that?"

Jack mumbled and nosed deeper into Will's curls.

"You didn't have to go through with it. It was an idle promise, Jack. You could have reneged."

Jack propped himself up on one elbow. "Bloody hell, it's the middle of the night and, frankly, I've had a difficult day. Me shoulder's aching, I'm exhausted, and by rights I should be getting at least another half dozen shots of rum, but you won't let me. You say the rum will be bad for me, I'm too fragile to fuck and now you won't even let me bloody sleep!"

Tirade over, Jack flopped back down on the bed.

Will tried to hold his hand, but Jack pulled it away. This was definitely one of the worst days of his life. Will checked his branding, and made him dinner, and kissed him gently, and denied him the one thing that would make the pain go away, and Jack could not understand why. Where had his Will gone? This Will was as uptight as his stepmother.

"Tessie is not uptight!"

Blast! Jack really had to start making a clearer distinction between speaking and thinking.

Will sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Long, naked, glorious legs. The loose shirt he wore covered him to just the tops of his thighs. Jack craned his neck to see if there was anything to see at the hemline between those luscious thighs.

"I just want to know why you had to cause yourself damage."

Jack thought about it for a while. There must have been some reason, although he couldn't think of it off the top of his head. Oh yes, it had to do with trust and honour, but Will wouldn't buy that, would he?

"Protecting what's mine," he said slowly. "I have to be part of this community, so when I find a way into that treasure chamber I'll get my share."

Will shook his head. "No. I believe that's part of it, but why won't you tell me the rest?"

"Can't I have at least one more little shot of rum? It'll be medicinal, I swear!"

No deal. More uptight than his stepmother. He'd have to tell the truth.

"I did it for the men. For my men." Jack hung his head in a very unpirate-like fashion. "I see the way the others look at them. They don't trust us and I don't blame them. After all, we're pirates."

"But everyone here is an outcast!"

"Not like us. These people, they were kidnapped, or born as slaves. It's an injustice and this settlement corrects a wrong. Alphonse and Matthew, they're two decent upstanding men in love. They're persecuted for it. Even Charlotte, she didn't grow up dreaming of being the best harlot on the Spanish Main. Circumstances, my boy, they force people into things. But me, and the rest of the lads, we chose our lot."

"Mr. Bertram didn't."

"True, being a pirate was the only way he could be free. But I don't want to argue this, Will. Fact is, we're rogues, we're scallywags, and we're wanted. People here could just as easily tell us all to be gone. It's unsafe having pirates around. The navy could come looking for us. We might rob you in the night. Or disappear and leave everyone else in the lurch. One can never tell. Some of the lads are planning on retirement. This is as good a place as any. Maybe they'll be a little more welcome now."

Will's brow furrowed. "So you mutilated yourself to prove your loyalty to us?"

"See? You think of yourself as one of them, not with me. I had to prove I would sacrifice for you. For us. I can't pretend I want to stay here forever, Will. I can't stay on land for long. But, to be perfectly honest, I'm a bit fed up of being an outcast. If these people will let me belong, then a least I'll always have a place to come home to." Jack reached up to toy with a lock of Will's hair.

Ah, yes, arms full of Will, that's what he wanted. This honesty thing works pretty well.

"You scallywag. Of course being honest works! Especially if you being honest means you being so noble. But you didn't have to do it to be accepted, you know. My family loves you just the way you are, or were. Nothing's changed." He was careful to avoid Jack's shoulder as he wrapped his limbs around him. All that practice when Jack first
hurt his shoulder paid off. He was able to avoid the injury expertly, yet still maintain maximum body contact.

Jack hugged him back. "I know, luv, but tell that to Okonkwo's wife. That's the one I really had to impress. The one thing I learned in my fancy upbringing is that you want the doctor's wife on your side. You'll always get good medical care, and she'll spread gossip in your favour, not against you." He hummed happily. "But that's water under the ship. It's done, I can't undo it, and right now I need one of two things."

Will cocked his head in confusion. "What can I do for you?"

"Either give me a bottle of rum to kill this ache in my shoulder, or fuck me good and rotten, because that's the only way I'm going to get any sleep tonight."

Will grinned. "Aye aye, Captain Sparrow. But I regret to inform you
that the rum is out of the question…"

Jack grinned back. "I thought that might be the case."

Now this is the life. The slow, inexorable slide of cock into arse. The incredible stretch of a wide, round head as it pushes inside him. The sting of his opening expanding, the rippling muscles inside when the head pushes through his opening, and the exquisite friction of the shaft sliding in deep. So full and so shocking he becomes immobilized, and he waits for Will to stop sliding, to sink into him fully. Hands grip his hips, fingers digging in painfully. His own cock is straining, ready to burst, his bollocks are drawn up tight, and the sweat breaks out, soaking his bare forehead. Almost exactly what he wanted all along.

"I love you, Jack," Will whispers in his ear. "I love you, my pirate."

Jack just sighs. Exactly what he wanted. And he's enjoying being home.

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Part 53 – willandjacknakedinabathtub (gettingin)

"What the hell is it?"

"It's a bathtub, silly."

Jack eyed the wooden contraption dubiously.

"Where did it come from?"

"Shimura made it."

Shimura. Shimura was a pirate, not a carpenter. How did he know how to make a bathtub?

"It's very clever. See, this sluice gate at the bottom empties it, and it's set here right beside the hot spring so it's easy to fill."

"Why not just take a bath in the spring?"

"So the spring doesn't get too dirty, of course. The best part is the tub is big enough to fit two or three people."

Jack squinted as the morning sun rose over the mountain to the east. "So you take a bath at the same time in the same water? In each other's dirt?"

Will pointed to a low bench off to one side. "You clean up over there first. You scrub off and rinse off with the cooler spring water from that pond, and then you get in the tub. It's the traditional way to do it. Shimura showed me."

Jack thought about Will scrubbing himself and rinsing off with a bucket of cool water. The image of rosy peaked nipples and gleaming golden skin was enough to set him reeling, until he considered everything Will had just said. "You took a bath with Shimura?" That was just not right.

Will laughed. "Of course. We had to test the tub."

Three long weeks without Will. However had he been convinced to agree to it? Will couldn't be spared, he was just too useful, but supplies were running low and Jack, out of the goodness of his heart, or perhaps the need to escape the increasingly hostile glares from certain members of the settlement and the increasing demand that he ‘pull his weight', had agreed to make a run. And now he finds out Shimura took advantage of his absence to take a bath with Will.

Had he noticed Shimura was missing from the crew? Several men were missing, but he hadn't noted that Shimura wasn't there. Wait a minute, Shimura didn't like men, not the way Jack did at any rate. Slow, deep breaths helped Jack calm his mind. Communal bathing. Platonic communal bathing. He'd heard of that before.

Jack had returned barely hours before, and Will had wasted no time in dragging him up the mountainside to this secluded spot, promising a big surprise. Now Will was scooping a tin bucket into the pond formed by the hot spring and dumping the water into the strange looking tub.

Tapered wooden slats formed what looked suspiciously like a large barrel, with metal bands strapped around at three separate heights. There was a thick, shiny tar on the outside joints of the wood, probably some sort of tree sap. It was almost waist deep, and indeed large enough to fit several people at once.

"Come on Jack, grab that other bucket there. The sooner we get the tub filled, the sooner we can bathe. We've been working ever so hard since I saw you last. The long shelter is finished with space for everyone to sleep in until we can build houses, and I made an oven out of two smaller wood stoves. You should taste the bread Kay makes! But supplies were so low, you got back with that flour and grain just in time, you know. We're going to have to find more food sources on the island soon."

Will chattered on nervously as Jack watched his back muscles strain against his shirt as he hauled the water from spring to tub. There was something Will wasn't saying, and it had nothing to do with the tub, or Shimura, or the supplies, that was for certain. "Still, we're accomplishing a lot, he babbled on. "There's this tub and Matthew finished the repairs on the hull of the Interceptor. You see, we were all busy while you were gone buying more supplies…" He looked over at Jack, arms falling slack for a moment, realization dawning in his stunning eyes. "You did *buy* those supplies, didn't you, Jack?"

Jack fiddled with the handle of his bucket. "You were there when we sailed in. You saw what the lads were unloading, Will. We got everything we needed and more." He really didn't want to waste time discussing the cargo. He'd sailed all night without sleep, and navigated that bloody dangerous and shallow passage to reach the bay as soon as possible so he could be with Will as soon as possible. He could not have cared less about the cargo if you paid him in gold.

"Jack," Will said, suspicion growing in his voice, "You had enough money to buy everything we needed. Please tell me that's what you did."

Jack shrugged and suddenly looked very interested in the shape of the bucket he was using to ineffectually move the water from place to place.

"Jack?"

He looked up. "More or less, luv. There might have been an incident."

Will raised an eyebrow. Jack hated it when he did that. It was really too distracting. No, wait, he loved it when Will did that. It was stunning.

Jack cleared his throat. "A ship might have happened across our path. No one got hurt. We just collected a few, uh, donations to the cause is all. For old time's sake, savvy?"

Will dropped the bucket and sat on a large rock, head in hands. "Jack, you can't be a pirate at this settlement. We can't risk the law coming here, causing problems…"

Jack dumped his half-bucket of water into the tub. "Don't you worry about the law. It was another pirate ship we visited, and they weren't able to follow us at all. Not after what I did to their rudder. Not to mention their compass. Don't look so dismayed. You knew I was a pirate before you even met me!"

Will got up and to get back to work. Not like Will to sit around. "I'm sorry, Jack. It's just that I missed you, and I worried about you, and I don't like the idea of you doing dangerous things like that."

"It's not dangerous. It's fun. Besides, haven't met a blade yet who could best me…"

Will crossed his arms over his chest and gave what could only be described as a disbelieving look.

"'Cept you, of course, luv. But it's not a fair fight. You are altogether too distracting for me to ever best." Jack gave his most winning smile.

Will picked his pail up again. "I don't want to argue with you. I want to take a bath with you."

That sounded good to Jack, whose mood turned lighter. "Am I so disgusting, Mr. Turner? Do I need a bath that badly?" he grumbled, and half-heartedly scooped some more water up and sloshed it in the general direction of the tub.

How did Will do that so fast? One second he was bending to fill the bucket, the next he was standing so close to Jack they were sharing air, hard body pressed up against him, lips grazing his cheek. Astounding, when Jack thought about it.

"No, I think not. I love the way you look, and," deep breath, so fucking sexy it hurt Jack to hear it, "I love the way you smell and taste. But I want to sit back in the hot spring water and feel your naked body against mine. It's all I've been thinking about for three days, since we finished the tub."

Well, when he put it that way, how could Jack possibly refuse? Jack still didn't quite trust the tub, knowing Shimura built it. He'd seen Shimura slit a dozen throats without batting an eye, blow up a guardhouse beside the navy shipyard and then take on three harlots at once in a Tortuga bar. The thought of sitting in a bathtub the man had built with his own hands was unnerving.

But since he would be sitting in the tub with Will Turner, he would find a way to overcome his squeamishness.

Soon the tub was steaming full, and Will was stripping off his clothes, always a first-rate occurrence in Jack's mind, and scrubbing his skin with a handful of wet white sand. He looked thin, as if he'd been working too hard and not sleeping enough, which was likely the case since Jack knew Will never knew when to stop working. And Jack liked to think the lad would have trouble sleeping without him.

Jack was fascinated by the sand seeping out between Will's long fingers, the way the grains of sand brought out a rosy glow to Will's tanned skin. He was a bit darker than when Jack left. Must have been working outside with no shirt. Gods, his back muscles were positively rippling. Incredible.

Will was squatting and rinsing himself with the cool water. Jack's eyes followed the trails of water crisscrossing his hairless chest, down his flat stomach, over glossy dark hair and the lovely cock hanging, soft and pretty, between spread legs. Another bucketful and Will stood, tall and shining in the sunlight. Bath, oh yes, that would be good.

Jack stripped off and sighed happily when Will began scrubbing his back with the fine sand. Nothing compared to the feel of those strong hands on his skin. And there was no way a platonic, traditional communal bath was going to happen here. His cock stirred, excited by the rough grains and firm hands.

"You're hurt!" Will traced a bruise across Jack's ribcage, long and thin, such as the broad side of a blade might make. "You were in a swordfight!"

Jack shrugged his hands off. Never thought he'd ever push Will's hands away from his body, but he did anyway. "Naw, that's from the railing, savvy? There was some rum, like, one night." If Will found out about that brawl he'd never let Jack out of his sight again. Not that there was anything wrong with being in Will's sight, and especially not with Will being in his sight, but the thought of being trapped on this island until Will felt he'd done enough for these people, that was too much. He needed to feel the wind in his hair and the salt spray on his face. He sidled up to Will. "I missed you so much, I'm afraid I got a bit drunk. I'm sorry, luv. Do you forgive me?" He nuzzled Will's neck in an endearing fashion.

Will clearly didn't believe him. He ran his hand lightly over the bruise and winced. "Jack, if the blade had been turned just a few degrees…" He shuddered.

Damn. Couldn't put anything over on this one, not when it came to bruises delivered by swords. "Ah, yes, well, there was that incident on the other pirate ship. Seems those donations weren't entirely voluntary. But not reason to fret. The blade was not turned, I am very much in one piece and eager to experience this wonder of a bathtub with you, so lead on."

Will frowned. Lovely, charming worried little frown. Jack kissed the corner of his downturned lips. "The fact that you worry about me so makes me even more eager to get into that tub…" Here he was, Captain Jack Sparrow reduced to begging a young whelp to bathe with him. But what a whelp.

Jesus, but that water was cold. Will dumped several buckets over him to rinse off the sand. He shivered and let Will lead him to sit on a rock off to one side.

"Now I'll wash your hair," Will said matter-of-factly.

"You'll do no such thing, mate." Jack stood up, terribly conscious of the fact that he was freezing cold, wet and entirely naked. And quite certain that his hair did not need washing.

"Don't be a baby, Jack. Juni made this wonderful stuff." He held up a bowl of a greenish substance, thick and oozing, and smelling of trees and sun and salt and herbs and maybe some flowers. "It feels wonderful. Just sit back down."

He had his hands on Jack's shoulders, pushing down, and Jack became aware for the first time ever, really, that Will was slightly taller and broader than him. And he didn't know why he'd never seen it before. They'd been naked enough before together, and they'd been standing next to each other often, but somehow, even though Will was looking so thin, he was big. His shoulders and arms were strong and well muscled. And pushing Jack down. That wasn't right.

Jack pushed Will back.

And immediately regretted it.

The hurt look on Will's face made Jack forget why he'd pushed back. He couldn't remember anything other than his desire to make Will look happy again. That, Jack thought, was sort of pathetic in its own right, but he couldn't help feeling it all the same.

He sat down on the rock, docile and as contrite as a pirate could possibly be. "Sorry. I always hated getting my hair washed. But I'm sure you won't get any of that, um, concoction in my eyes, eh?"

Will knelt down in front of Jack and grasped the sides of his face. "Jack, are you frightened of me?"

Jack thought about this. Seriously. Wouldn't do to give the wrong answer to a question like that.

"No," he drawled, slowly and carefully. "But I am a tad troubled by how I feel about you, sometimes." Honesty always worked so well. He would see what it would bring in this situation.

To his surprise, Will let out a long sigh. Of relief. "Me too. I'm so glad it isn't only me. It's overwhelming, isn't it?"

Jack dared to look into Will's eyes. Shining chocolate, crinkled at the corners with a smile. Absolute acceptance. Astonishing.

"You never cease to surprise me, young William. And I am truly grateful for it. Now, are you going to sit there all day or are you going to wash this rat's nest we call my hair?"

And the green concoction did feel good, cooling and tingling at the same time. Will's fingers worked through Jack's hair carefully, slipping around braids and bits of jewellery. Jack closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of being pampered. No one had washed his hair since he was a lad. He normally just dunked it in a rain barrel or the ocean every now and again. He supposed that might make it rather unpleasant to be around, his lack of proper hair washing. Will might be doing this for his own benefit, not Jack's, but it didn't matter as long as Jack did benefit. And he did.

He leaned back and Will sluiced warm water over and through and around his hair, and fiddled with one of the braids with a sly little smile playing around the corners of his mouth. Oh yes, the boy had got his way, but Jack was perfectly content with it. What was this game about, anyway?

"Bath time," Will stated suddenly, then climbed into the tub and leaned back against one side, holding out his arms to Jack. "Come here, and let me hold you."

Not an offer to be refused. Jack sank into the hot water, let it warm him and loosen him and give him an excuse to melt against Will's chest. Between his spread legs. Heaven. They sat together, with Will's arms and legs wrapped around Jack, for a few minutes. Then Will pushed Jack up and reached down beside the tub.

"Darria gave me this," Will said, picking up another carved wooden bowl. This one held a thick, whitish lump. He spread a little of the stuff between his fingers and ran them through his own hair.

Jack nodded dumbly. All these lotions and potions. Everyone had indeed been busy while he was gone. Why on earth had he gone? Oh yes, they needed supplies, and no one else knew where to find them, and Jack was being driven mad by the constant raised eyebrows and giggling.

He hated to leave Will with all those staring, groping horrid women; they all watched him so eagerly. But he knew they wouldn't tempt Will at all. The day Jack sailed he'd seen that pretty young one, Elsie, rub up against him like some cat in heat, and Will had given her a mild smile and carried her water bucket for her as far as the edge of the clearing where Jack stood. Then Will had taken Jack's hand, a little bashfully since so many people were around, and led him off to the beach for the most intense goodbye kiss Jack had ever experienced. Jack could still feel Will's tongue in his throat a week later, when that storm hit and Jack was up for two days straight. It was the only thing that kept him from being swept overboard. The thought of getting Will's tongue back in his throat.

"Don't forget me," he'd said. As if that were possible. Jack felt his grumpy mood returning. He'd been back forever now and Will still hadn't kissed him. And why was he sitting in hot water watching Will smear a nasty concoction on his head when they should by all rights be fucking?

Oh, that was why. There was always a reason. Oh. My. And what a reason.

Will raised himself half out of the water and arched his back so his head hung over the side of the tub, then dumped a bucket of water over his hair, washing the worst of the white stuff onto the rocks below. Smooth, muscled chest and stomach, skin stretched tight over tense muscles. What a lovely view. And when he lifted himself like that his cock bobbed close to the surface. Soft from the hot water, but so attractive even when flaccid. Simply charming.

Will shook his head and gleaming droplets flew like airborne gems. His curls settled down around his face in shimmering ringlets. When he ran his fingers through them the curls bounced back up, stubborn like Will.

Jack inhaled and took in the smell of coconut and chocolate and something that smelled, somehow, slippery. It wasn't bad at all.

Will reached for the bowl again and Jack shrank back, halted by the wall of the tub. "I don't think that's necessary, Will, really. My hair is just fine…"

Will smirked at Jack. Smirked. And stood up in the tub. And reached behind himself.

Jack couldn't see just what Will's slicked fingers were doing, but he could well imagine. Especially when Will made that little whimpering noise and closed his eyes. Will's torso twisted to one side and he stretched and sighed and Jack's temperature rose instantly.

"Oh, god, Will, please," he hissed involuntarily. "Let me see…"

And Will's lashes lifted to half-mast, eyes dreamy. He smiled lazily. "Very well."

And then he turned around and gripped the edge of the tub with his free hand.

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Part 54 – willandjacknakedinabathtub (getting out)

Jesus. Who could imagine something more erotic than that. Will Turner bent over, grasping the side of the tub with one hand, while his other hand smeared thick white lubricant between his spread arse cheeks. Long fingers danced around the little hole there, and Will hung his head down, panting a little, glossy ringlets hiding his flushed face. Simply marvellous.

Charlotte paused on the path to the bathing area, unsure of how to proceed. To move forward would reveal her presence to the two men in the bath. To retreat would delay her hoped-for meeting with Jack, although this was hardly the time or the place no matter how much she wanted to talk to the man. But the pirate and the blacksmith were completely wrapped up in what they were doing and wouldn't notice her waiting quietly in the shadows of the boulder just to the left of the path, yes, that one there.

Now Will had his back arched, strong muscles straining against skin she knew from experience was smooth and firm. His fingers trailed up and down the dark cleft, paused at his puckered entrance. Charlotte bit her lips, remembering the texture and tightness of that opening. And the way Will's cock had jumped inside her when she touched it.

Charlotte stepped around the boulder and peered through the dark, fragrant foliage of a flowering vine that crept up the side of the rock to the branches of a tree far above her head. Now she could see the expression on the pirate's face. He was dumbstruck, watching Will's fingers circle and spread the thick lubricant like a man in a trance. His hands rested on the sides of the tub, clenching around the top of the wood until his deeply tanned knuckles went pure white.

Charlotte tilted her head and stared at the notorious Captain Jack Sparrow. His black eyes sparkled, his smooth cheeks flushed youthfully, his lips parted to reveal a nervous pink tongue sweeping across them. His ebony hair shone in the morning sun, and when he shifted in the steamy water the wiry muscles in his shoulders and arms flexed enticingly. He was beautiful. No wonder Will was so in love with him. How had she never noticed before?

When Charlotte had been with Will, she'd assumed he was with the captain for his experience. After all, as Will had so deftly, or rather un-deftly, proved, experience counts. And a man like Jack would have plenty of experience, with both men and women. She'd naturally assumed jack had seduced the boy and done things to him Will couldn't have even imagined. Which, she was sure, was true.

But looking at Jack now, aroused and naked and obviously aching for the boy, she could see why Will was attracted to the pirate. She imagined her mother being attracted to the Earl of Duncroft. Maybe she put up with his cruel treatment because he was beautiful. She herself would never accept poor treatment from a man, ever again. But she could understand her mother's actions, to an extent.

Jack gasped when Will slid one long finger inside. Will gasped too. His arm was twisted around his back so the muscles in his forearm stood out, the lovely vein just below the elbow jutted sharply, and his long legs spread wider until they were braced against the sides of the tub. The water was deep, up to mid-thigh, so when Jack rose up on his knees his hair trailed in the water, spreading thick and black on the surface.

Brown hands slithered up golden thighs, with fingertips pulsing against the firm muscles, and came to rest, cupping that gorgeous arse. Will continued to fuck himself, and from this angle Charlotte could see Jack's eyes widen behind the kohl when a second finger joined the first.

"Bloody hell, Will… I can't… you are…oh, my…"

He was babbling. Charlotte could understand why. She was scarcely capable of more than a moan even watching at this distance.

Jack leaned in close and Charlotte was stunned to see him lick the back of Will's hand and then trail his tongue down, over knuckles, following the ridge of index finger until it met the pink, stretched skin. Jack lapped at Will and the boy answered with a violent shudder. Charlotte heard a whispered "please", although she could not tell who it came from, and Jack reached for Will's hand and pulled out the fingers, shining and slick with the coconut oil mixture.

Will purred loudly, a sound Charlotte had never heard before, when Jack nuzzled between his legs. Charlotte couldn't see the details but she knew his tongue was buried as deep as possible. Charlotte slid behind another rock and emerged to see Jack's fingers pressing against Will's flanks, Will with his eyes shut tight, face screwed up in concentration and bliss and need, Will's cock beginning to drip in earnest and Jack reaching around to grasp it at the base.

Charlotte barely had time to conceal herself in the undergrowth when Jack stood, licking and kissing his way up Will's back. Will panted, gripping the edge of the tub for dear life. Jack stroked his sides gently, so loving and gentle. Jack was trying to contain himself, willing himself to not thrust into the taut young body splayed out in front of him. He murmured something low and rumbling in Will's ear, producing a short, harsh laugh from the lad. Jack smiled in such a way; Charlotte knew he was trying to calm himself as much as his lover.

When Jack leaned to the side Charlotte got a clear view of his cock, substantial and rock-hard with anticipation, and Charlotte imagined that Jack might be stalling as he fumbled for the bowl of slippery stuff. Stalling because if he were to fuck the boy now he would explode immediately. Charlotte studied the reddened organ, towering upwards above tightly drawn up sacs covered with fine, black down. The hair around Jack's cock was even blacker, if possible, than the hair on his head. Thick but soft looking, gathered in rich curls she would have loved to toy with.

Will's cock visibly throbbed above his heavy bollocks. Charlotte gazed at the long shaft and bulbous head, licked her lips remembering the rich sweet taste in her mouth. He was leaking, profusely, so the velvety skin stretched tight over the head glistened. His hair was not quite as thick as Jack's a little longer perhaps, looking as silky as she knew it felt. His thighs quivered a little as Jack rubbed against him.

"Now where did that get to… ah, yes. No worry, luv, I found it." Jack scooped up three fingers of the slick mixture and brought it to his hard shaft. He hissed as he smeared it around the turgid flesh. Couldn't help stroke up and down a few times, to take the edge off, Charlotte thought. Jack pressed his fingers where Will's had been and Charlotte found herself moving back around the boulder again, because the view from the rear would be so much, god yes, better. Jack's fingers moved with confidence, breaching the little opening with ease, twisting and sliding and curling inside until Will vibrated with pleasure, whimpered with delight. Purred again.

"Patience, mate, it's been three weeks. I'll not be causing you any pain…"

Charlotte fairly dripped with excitement. Beauty was one thing, to be sure, but it was the skill as well that made Will react like this. Jack handled him with a sureness that belied his arousal. Somehow he was able to ignore his own throbbing cock and take this glorious time to stretch the boy and prepare him. If that wasn't love, Charlotte didn't know what was.

"…only pleasure for you, luv."

Will growled and pushed his hips back, impaling himself on Jack's fingers. Feral. So that was what he was like when he was enthusiastic. How utterly enthralling. Charlotte couldn't wait to have another go at him. He bent his knees a little to change the angle and threw his head back, curls tumbling across his broad shoulders.

Jack made an approving noise and continued twisting his wrist in the same manner until Will started to shake all over. He pulled his fingers out, leaving the thoroughly stretched hole pulsing in their wake.

He petted Will's hips and moved them forward a bit before leaning in and guiding his cock to the twitching hole with his slickened fingers. He let out a low "hmmmm, head bent down and wet hair sticking to the sides of his face and neck, legs planted firmly with thigh muscles straining. He was slighter than his lover, but exuding a wiry power that made him seem the stronger of the two. Will's narrow hips trembled under Jack's hands as the thick cock sank inside.

Slowly. Fluently. Drawing deep moans from the recipient, and harsh dry breaths from Jack. Too beautiful.

Jack leaned over Will's bent back, and for the first time Charlotte noticed the naked pirate's skin. It was tanned, as she expected, but marred by old white scars, and newer pink ones, and a few recent bruises, and tattoos on his arms and shoulders. The fresh brands stood out bright pink against older scars. Marked, forever, by his desire to please Will. To Charlotte, that was the most romantic thing she'd ever seen.

Jack turned his head toward Charlotte, but he didn't see her as his eyes were closed in concentration, memorizing every sensation and movement and inch of Will's tight body. He rested his head on Will's shoulder blade, his darkly tanned face and beard stark against the lighter olive. Charlotte had never seen Jack without his scarf before, and was mildly shocked to see the jagged scar marring his forehead.

It was old, predating his time as a pirate, Charlotte knew. The story of that final battle between father and son, the wrecking of the parlour in the process, was something spoken of in hushed whispers in the Duncroft manor by all, even all those years after it occurred. The elderly groom, Myland, had stitched up the cut for the youth, before Jack took off forever into the night. Myland had told her of it when Charlotte was a little girl, back when she still believed the Earl to be her real father, and she was terrified that he might do the same to her.

When the truth had come out, and the Earl discovered he was not actually the father but that his scullery maid had snuck out to be with another man, he'd thrown everything he could lay his hands on at Charlotte's mother. Charlotte was at the door to the kitchen, pounding on it and begging him to let her mother go. And when he opened the door, towering over her in his rage, the vivid image of Myland sewing up the gash on a frightened fifteen-year old's forehead years before had paralysed her. But the Earl didn't strike her. He called her a few filthy names and ordered her to clean up the mess in the kitchen, including the blood from the gash on her mother's head.

She never thought she would see the actual scar. And there it was, faded and white and mostly hidden by rich black hair. The world seemed very small to Charlotte, and that revelation was followed by the realization that two of the, she had to admit now, most beautiful men she'd ever seen were fucking in front of her and she was thinking about events from so long ago they no longer mattered, and there had to be something terribly wrong with that.

She refocused and found herself looking straight into the slitted, glittering black eyes of Captain Jack Sparrow.

Jack's lips curled into a wicked, triumphant smile as he rolled his hips forward and listened to Will purr. Beat that, you voyeuristic harlot. You can't do that. Nobody can, but me.

The crash of several people pushing through the foliage distracted him from his elation. Three people making far more noise than they needed to, so as to warn the couple in the tub of their impending arrival. Charlotte shrank back into the undergrowth. Will's head jerked up in panic. Jack pulled Will back and sank gracefully into the still full tub, causing water to slosh over the sides but hiding the place where their bodies were connected.

Will's weight pushed his body down, impaling him on Jack's cock. He rolled his head back and let out a moan. Jack chuckled and from the twitching muscles in Jack's shoulder Charlotte could see that the pirate was manipulating the blacksmith beneath the surface. Will's mouth dropped open, his head lolled to one side against Jack's neck. Jack glanced over to where Charlotte used to be, but she'd moved.

Darria, Juni and Elsie stepped into the clearing noisily. Darria stopped suddenly, jaw dropping at the sight of Will's heaving chest and Jack's arms wrapped around him and the look of utter abandon on Will's exquisite face. Juni ran into Darria's broad back and was almost squashed by Elsie, who didn't want to stop but run forward to get a closer look at the naked Will. But there was Jack, naked as well, behind Will. And they were sitting altogether too close. Elsie opened her mouth to speak but Juni reached up without even looking, she must have heard the intake of air, and clamped her thin hand over it to stop her from exclaiming.

"I think the spring is occupied," Darria said, a little too loud.

Jack and Will hadn't looked over at the three women yet. Will had his eyes closed. Jack stared at the back of Will's head, imagining the look on Will's face and adjusting to the fact that he was now buried very deep inside the hottest, tightest arse he'd ever had, and Will's weight was ever pushing him deeper, and far inside there was a strange rippling occurring that was massaging the head of his cock in the most maddening fashion.

Will let out a small whimper.

Jack tried to speak, but all that came out was a strangled sob.

Juni said something no one but Darria could understand.

Elsie jumped up, desperate to see over Darria's shoulder.

Charlotte took a deep breath.

Darria turned around and hustled her friend and her daughter back down the path toward the camp. "That was definitely none of our business. Turn yourself around, girl, and get moving. Now! Oh my, pirates!"

Air rushed out of Will fast. He lifted himself slightly and settled back down on Jack's cock.

"Marvelous stuff," Jack hissed. "Stays slippery even under water. Remind me to thank Juni… gah!"

Will sped up his movements, almost bouncing in Jack's lap, which splashed water over the edges of the tub over the rocks. The water was cooling anyway, Jack didn't miss it at all.

Charlotte leaned forward, peering through the leaves at the scene before her. The boy was spectacular, writhing with need like that, dripping with water and shimmering in the sun.

Without warning, Will pulled himself up and off Jack. Will ignored the yelp of dismay from Jack and turned around. "Out of the tub now, Jack. I need to see you, and I need you on top of me."

Jack rolled his eyes. "You're going to be the death of me…" But he hauled himself out of the tub and followed Will to a grassy patch on the other side of the spring, behind a large shrub he couldn't have identified if his life depended on it, so barely was he able to keep himself upright. He listed dangerously to the left, overcompensated and tumbled to the ground, finding himself between Will's widespread legs. How fortuitous.

Will smiled up at him. "Sorry, Jack. I just didn't want Charlotte to see everything… like this…" and pulled Jack closer by hooking his ankles against Jack's lower back.

"You saw her there?"

Will grunted as Jack's cock pressed against him. "Yes, but I wasn't able to stop right away. And now, oh yes, Jack, now I want to start again!"

Jack sank back inside Will and groaned. The death of him. And what a way to die.

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Part 55 – willandjacknakedoutofthebathtub (getting off)

Muscular thighs squeezed Captain Jack Sparrow's waist and Will Turner's hot arse completely enveloped his cock. Will's hands gripped his upper arms, pulling his whole body down to settle between those lasciviously spread legs. Jack would almost give up the sea for this.

"Oh, Jack, I missed you so much."

Jack mumbled into Will's curls. "As did I."

"I thought about you every night."

Jack sucked Will's earlobe between his lips. "As did I."

"I even touched myself, thinking about you. But it was really you who made me spend."

Jack nibbled on the delicate skin beneath the ear, marvelling at the texture under his lips. "Hmmmm."

"Promise me you'll never go away for that long again." Will dug his fingertips into Jack's biceps and arched his back.

Jack grunted and rammed hard into Will's open body, so welcoming, so damn perfect, so… promise?

Will whimpered when Jack drew back, pulled out halfway, propped himself up on his extended arms and stared down at Will's flushed face. "Promise you what?"

Will bit his lower lip but said nothing.

Jack shifted one leg to elude the pointed stone digging into his knee. Will shuddered around his cock when the thick shaft tugged at his tender opening. Jack bit back a moan.

"Promise?" Jack repeated, struggling to concentrate.

Will shrugged and wriggled. Only the head of Jack's cock was still lodged inside him, and while the stretch of it was heavenly Will wanted the whole thing inside, filling him completely.

"Nothing, Jack. I didn't mean a promise. I meant I don't want you to ever be away that long again. You don't have to promise if you don't want to." He bucked his hips up, but Jack pulled away smoothly, still attached but not fully sheathed.

Jack balanced on one arm and brought his fingers up to Will's panting lips. He traced over the rosy skin there. The wet pink tongue darted out and circled, laving the ragged nail. He let his fingertip run along the sharp edge of an incisor. Will sank the tooth into Jack's fingertip, just enough to smart, not enough to hurt. Then the tongue swept over the little indent in the skin making everything better.

"Hush, luv. You don't want to be asking for promises like that from the likes of me." He slowly, almost painfully, lowered himself, sighing when he was once again encased in the heated wonder that was his lover. "God, you are exquisite, Will." Jack closed his eyes from the excruciating pressure surrounding his cock. "I can promise you only one thing." Too very much to cope with at times. "I love you. I want you."

"That was two things."

"Very well, I can promise you two things."

Will deliberately pulsed his arse around the thick cock and made Jack's eyes fly open again.

"And number three," Jack choked out, "I will always try to please you to the best of my…"

Will's eyes were impossibly wide, staring into his, trusting him and desiring him at once. Jack feared he might drown in them. He stopped controlling his hips, stopped trying to influence the trajectory of his throbbing cock. He just let go and did what felt natural.

Will's arms flew around him and they rocked together on the ground, faces buried in each other's necks, the trees and rocks and water reverberating with their moans. Jack slid his arms under Will in hopes of keeping the boy tight against his chest, but Will was positively writhing and they were both so slippery from the bath and that damn white stuff, whatever it was. Jack thrust into his lover wildly and was sure it was only luck that kept his cock inside when they both shifted back again.

Charlotte sat with her back against the boulder, unable to see the couple, and listened to their fevered cries. Mounting. They couldn't last much longer like this. Will was almost keening and Jack was close to roaring. Charlotte wiped the sweat from her brow. Really, it was indecent for two men to be carrying on like that in a semipublic place, but she was willing to forgive since they hadn't seen each other in three weeks.

Three weeks. That reminded her of why she was there. Will had avoided Charlotte that whole time. Studiously. Until this morning, when she'd cornered him and told him the bad news.

It was two weeks since she'd discovered she was not, in fact, carrying Will's child. Her child. And two nights from now would be the optimum time for her to make a second attempt. But she would have to convince Jack of the fact.

Will had already said he would do it again, if Jack didn't mind. The poor boy still didn't understand why Jack was so rattled by the whole affair. Charlotte grinned as, over the rising sound of Will's fast approaching orgasm, she remembered the sweet expression on his face when she'd approached him early that morning.

"Well, I could try again, Charlotte, if you're sure you want me to. I'm afraid I wasn't all that good at it. I mean, obviously, you aren't with child yet. But if you really think I can do it…" He looked so young and adorable when he said that. Charlotte sighed. Will wasn't nearly as innocent as he seemed, as evidenced by his sharp cries urging Jack to pound into him harder. But he was inexperienced with women and with love.

He didn't understand how doing something he didn't consider erotic could be construed as something erotic by someone else. He didn't understand at all the effect he had on anyone except for Jack. And even then, Charlotte doubted he truly understood how unreservedly and desperately in love the pirate was. How long would Will remain so oblivious of Jack's jealously?

It really was a wonder that Jack had gone away at all. If Will were Charlotte's treasure she would never have left him alone. But then, Jack knew he could trust the lad. And the whole time Jack was gone, Will had done nothing but work hard and sleep by himself. So Jack was right that Will wouldn't betray him. But that wouldn't make it comfortable for Jack, to know that Will had once again offered his seed to Charlotte.

Will gasped Jack's name and released a furious purr, bordering on a growl. Charlotte imagined the air filling with his earthy scent. Or maybe she smelled it for real. Jack produced a strangled cry and she could imagine him tumbling down, sprawling across his lover in exhaustion and relief and satisfaction. Oh, to have those arms wrapped around her. Those legs between her thighs. She sighed. If she had to be stuck on an island anywhere, this was definitely the island of choice.

The heavy breathing and sighs from the other side of the clearing subsided, replaced by affectionate whispers and an adorable giggle from Will. Naughty Jack, she thought. Whatever had he suggested? She could hear Will blushing from over here.

Tender endearments, ah, that was sweet. Splashing water, a warning to be careful with the goods, followed by an exclamation of disgust from Jack about the loose, liquidy soap Matthew had invented, and a lovely moan accompanying the next splash of warm water, no doubt cleansing Jack and giving him a little thrill at the same time. More endearments and then a several squeaky yelps of distress from Jack. Whatever was going on?

She made her way stealthily around the clearing, to the other side of the spring. Across the steaming water she could see the two men on the grass, still gloriously wet and naked. Jack sat with his legs bent, forehead resting on his knees, wiry arms wrapped around them. She could just see his cock hanging down over heavy bollocks, almost hidden behind his feet. Will knelt behind him and was picking various pieces of jewellery out of Jack's tangled hair. He deftly unwove a long braid and carded his fingers through the ebony tresses.

"Just try it, Jack. It's marvellous. It won't hurt you." Will's voice was coaxing, wheedling, with an undercurrent of jesting.

"Seems a bit, I don't know, womanish, don't you think?" Jack replied gruffly.

Will laughed brightly. "This is from the man who wears this…" Will plucked a string of silver and jade beads out of a braid.

"That's different!"

"No it isn't. You can pretend all you like, Jack, but you do care about how you look."

"And I look just fine. What the devil are you doing to my…" He ineffectually tugged at Will's hands.

Will batted him away easily. "Sit still, Jack." He nudged closer into Jack's back and pressed his chest up against the curve of his spine.

Jack shuddered, helpless under the assault. Charlotte could imagine the heat of Will's cock, soft and spent, nestled against Jack's lower back. Growing as he circled his hips to distract Jack while he untangled another clump of hair. The kohl was smeared around Jack's eyes even more than usual, which was to be expected after such arduous activity, and she could see where Will had wiped some of it off. Jack was the closest to naked he had ever been in his adult life, bereft of his scarf, his jewellery, his kohl and now even the majority of his braids.

Jack had a look of extreme tolerance on his face as if he were indulging the whim of a favourite child, but Charlotte could see his cock twitching and growing with ever crush of Will against his back, and every sweep of Will's hands in his hair, and every appreciative "hmmm" from Will as he worked his way through the tangled mess.

"Just a little. It will make the tangles come out easier."

Jack nodded, defeated.

Will got up to get the wooden bowl from beside the tub. His cock swung as he walked, half filled and still flushed from his earlier activities. Charlotte felt a twinge of pure desire, unrelated to having a baby. It would be nice to have that cock again.

Will knelt in front of Jack this time, arse resting on his heels, with his back mostly to Charlotte, and rubbed some of the white gel in his fingers. "Just a little, I promise." And he ran his fingers through the ebony strands.

Charlotte watched, enthralled, as Will patiently worked his way through every last twist and braid and clump until Jack's hair streamed over his shoulders in supple waves, kinked from the previous style but softened by the oils Will massaged into it. Will combed it through with his fingers, eyes bright with excitement.

He circled his lover, half-crouching, half-crawling, patting and arranging and caressing the hair.

"Are you quite pleased with yourself, then?" Jack smirked. Will was like a child with a new toy, his whole face lit up so brilliantly.

Will nodded. "Oh, Jack, you should see it! It's beautiful." Will came to rest in front of Jack, kneeling on the grass, hands on his own thighs. "Please say you'll keep it like that, at least for a little while, please?"

Jack tilted his head. "Well, I can't be certain. I don't even know what it looks like."

"Tessie, I mean mum, she has a looking glass. I'll go get it and you can see for yourself!" With that Will leapt to his feet and raced to his discarded clothes.

Jack hated to see those lithe legs disappear into trousers, but he let Will go off to find the mirror. He lay back on the grass, smiling to himself. It was good to be home. The sun shone down on his naked body, warming him, and he felt deliciously satiated from head to toe. So much so that he barely heard the approaching footsteps until Charlotte stood directly above him.

"Well, you certainly are enjoying yourself today, aren't you, Captain?"

Jack bolted upright with a start and looked around frantically for something to cover up with. The last thing he needed was that harlot ogling him in the altogether.

Charlotte pushed his shoulder back, rocking him off balance, and squatted down, straddling his legs.

"Nothing I haven't already seen so don't vex yourself, ‘mate'."

Jack glared up at her, angry and disturbed. It was entirely inappropriate for her to be addressing him as such. He was clearly her superior. "What do you want, then?"

"It's very simple, Jack. I need the boy for another night. I want a baby, and I'll not have you getting in the way." She reached up and ran her fingers delicately up the scar on his forehead. "Or do you want everyone to know how you got this?"

Jack scoffed at her. "Are you really trying to blackmail me, harlot?"

"And how Myland sewed it up for you before you ran away from home?"

Jack froze.

"Leaving your mother and sister behind?"

Jack stopped breathing.

"One night, Jack. I won't ask again. I'll get someone else if I need them, but Jacob is still at sea and your boy already said yes if you say yes, so I need you to agree. Now. Or he'll come back to find me, on top of you..." Charlotte started to untie the strings at the neck of her blouse.

"Fine, we have an accord. One night only, and there will be further terms, but get off me before he comes back!"

Charlotte rose gracefully. "I'll speak to you at camp at dinner tonight." She bent down to pass her hand over his forehead again. "I wouldn't have told anyone, Jack." She traced the scar with her index finger. "I'll never tell."

Jack pulled away from her hand. "Go."

Charlotte slipped back into the foliage just as Will rounded the corner, looking glass in hand, as well as a silver-backed brush. He sank onto the grass beside Jack.

Will had already agreed. So that was what this was all about. Taking care of Jack, the whole show in the tub, was that all meant to get Jack to agree to letting Will get Charlotte pregnant?

"Oh, look, Jack. I love it." Will held up the heavy frame and Jack stared into Will's eyes.

He saw no duplicity there, only excitement. Excitement about Jack. About what he'd done to Jack. Will wasn't thinking about Charlotte, even though he knew she'd been watching them. He was only thinking about Jack. He wasn't even capable of plotting against Jack. He was only capable of getting excited about Jack. How could he say no to someone who loved him so much?

Jack peered into the slightly distorted surface. His own face looked back at him, years since he'd seen it, older than it used to be. Those lines around his eyes were a bit deeper, skin rougher. Teeth not quite so white as they used to be, perhaps. And the scar was not as noticeable as he remembered it, although it was still quite obvious. But it wasn't nearly as angry as it used to be, and with his hair loose like this it was mostly covered.

And his hair flowed around him like waves of jet beads on the bodice of a very rich widow's mourning gown, glittering from the oil and sparkling sunlight. He fingered the two braids in his beard. That wouldn't do, to keep those when everything else had been removed. He put down the looking glass and began to untwist one of the beads.

Will's hands came up fast, stilling his fingers. "Not those," he whispered. "Keep those."

Jack let his hands be lowered, eyebrows raised in question.

Will shrugged shyly. "I like the way they feel," he said so quietly Jack could barely hear him. "When you kiss my body," he added.

Jack nodded slowly, tilted his head back. Surveyed the suddenly shy young man before him. Will was fiddling with Jack's fingers where they lay on Will's knees, not daring to look up. Not twenty minutes ago he was begging to be fucked harder, now he was bashful. How could one not love that?

"And do you like the way my hair feels?"

Will lifted his hand and twirled a lock around his finger. "I don't know. I haven't felt it all over my body."

Jack felt the air rush out of his lungs, unbidden.

"Yet," Will smiled.

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