Parts 76-80

Posted: March-April 2004
Author: Haleth

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Chapter 76 - The Whole Story

Will Turner pushed a lock of pitch black hair off a sweat-dampened shoulder and kissed the salty skin. "Are you all right?"

Captain Jack Sparrow let out a long sigh. "Mmm, fine now. That was…"

Will kissed him again. "Intense?"

Jack nodded sleepily. Intense indeed. Now he needed to recover.

He still couldn't believe it. How Will had whipped that knife out of his boot and thrown it into his opponent's shoulder, in the same instant his sword had been knocked from his other hand. The speed was preternatural. The aim uncanny. The whole move was, Jack had to admit, brilliant. And unbelievably sexy.

Charles had hit the floor in the same instant Nagaraj did.

Then Will, still panting from the exertion, still sweating and straining from the fight, had walked over and hauled Nagaraj up to his feet by the scarlet sash he wore across his chest. Pushed his face into Nagaraj's.

"I am no one's toy. And Jack is no one's toy. And you will walk out of this tavern, and go back to your ship, and sail away from this port forever. In fact, you can sail right out of the Caribbean!"

Jack just stood, stunned, as Nagaraj helped Charles to his feet and yanked the dagger from his flesh. Charles cried out. Nagaraj dropped the dagger at Will's feet.

By that time, half the crew of the Pearl had become aware of what was happening, and had gathered in and around the tavern to make sure their captain's foe caused no more trouble.

But that wasn't the hard part. The hard part was when Will insisted they return to the Pearl, for their own safety. Then he insisted on undressing Jack and cleaning all his wounds and holding a cold cloth against his bruised ribs.

Then he insisted Jack tell him the whole story.

Jack tried every evasive manoeuvre he could think of. Oh, my ribs hurt, could you hold that cloth against them again. Look at your hand, I need to clean that scrape there right away. I love to watch you fight, Will. I wish there was some way you could fight without being in danger, you're so beautiful.

Will just frowned and repeated, "The whole story."

So Jack told him. The whole truth. The voyage to Singapore, being dumped on the dock, joining up with Nagaraj's crew. What he did for his captain.

Will listened, nodding, getting Jack a drink when he faltered, gently asking him to continue.

So Jack told him more. About how he became the captain's boy at night, and how he served his captain well. Nagaraj wasn't interested in having a lover, but he was skilled, and he taught Jack things he'd never dreamed of, never imagined. And Jack learned to like it. He did like some of it. He liked the actual doing of it. But he never liked feeling of being obligated to do it.

Will stroked his hair. "You have never made me feel obligated, Jack."

Jack smiled. He had vowed early on to never become like his old captain. He'd concentrated on his swordplay, his sailing, all the useful things he was learning. And he'd seen India, where he learned his captain had earned his name after some rather daring exploits on shore. He sailed the south seas, pillaging and pirating and the like, and rounded the cape and ended up in Patagonia.

That night in the captain's cabin. The naval officer in his uniform, looking so very proper, demanding Jack go on his knees in front of him. He'd tasted of wool, and fine wine, and everything Jack hated about people who imagined they were proper. Nagaraj bragged about how well he'd trained Jack. He'd petted Jack's hair while the naval officer ejaculated in Jack's mouth. And when the officer left, he'd taken Jack on the floor, he was so excited.

So Jack left, in the middle of the night, with nothing but his sword and the clothes on his back. And he was never any captains' boy again.

He went north, arrived in the Caribbean eventually, slept with as many women as would have him, pirated around a bit to get enough money to get more women to have him, and then took off across the ocean in search of new adventures. Leading to his eventual run in with the East India Trading Company, his eventual return to the Caribbean, his eventual knowledge of the cursed Aztec gold treasure. Will knew the rest.

Will looked out the window at the sky beginning to lighten in the east. That was so very long ago. It seemed like something from another world. Jack was Jack, he had always been Jack. That sounded like a different person.

Jack had rolled over and stared at the pillow.

Will kissed his shoulder.

"Intense?"

Jack nodded. He was drained. He was exposed. He was exhausted.

"You are," Will then said, his voice soft the way Jack liked it sometimes, "everything that has ever happened to you. Everything has made you what you are. So instead of worrying about who you were then, I'd rather enjoy who you are now."

Jack raised an eyebrow. What the devil was Will on about now?

Will pushed his shoulder, rolled him over. "Tired?"

Jack nodded.

"Too tired?" Soft *and* low, the way Jack liked it even more often.

Jack looked up at a vision; it had to be a vision. Will's hair hung in tight curls about his face, wound tight by the salt of his sweat. His eyes were soft, and warm, and made Jack want to dive into them. His mouth was curved into a gentle smile, inviting, tongue flicking against pink lip.

"Too tired for what, luv?" Jack drawled. Nothing had changed. Nothing at all.

Life was decidedly good.

Will smiled, just enough of a hint of shyness in the smile to shoot a bolt of lightning to Jack's suddenly awake cock. "Too tired to celebrate winning a dangerous duel?"

Jack snorted. Stalled for time. He couldn't be caught off guard. Had to regain control of the situation. "It was never dangerous, mate. It was obvious how much better you were from the start."

Will frowned. "No, it wasn't. I think I shall have to practice more. Everyday. And you shall have to watch. Since you enjoy watching me so much…"

Jack was grinning now. Who needed control when they had this? Ah, yes, Will Turner mock sword fighting on his deck. Now that was something worth getting up for every morning. "I suppose I could do that. I suppose I could even spar with you meself the odd time, if you think it might help."

Will shook his head. "I think not, Jack. There's only one thing I want to do when I'm close to you…" he ducked his head and kissed the centre of Jack's chest. "And it's not fighting."

Jack wove his fingers through the tight curls and groaned when Will's lips closed on his nipple. Little gentle nips with careful teeth, circles of fire traced by a pointed tongue, loving sucks and kisses. Who knew a nipple could feel so good?

Will's mouth was at his again, and Jack gleefully tasted the salt of his own sweat on Will's tongue. Luckiest man on the seas, he thought to himself as he sucked on Will's full lower lip.

Will gasped and sucked Jack's tongue into his mouth. He could never get enough of the pirate. Knowing what he now knew about Jack's past just made him want more. Jack had learned to survive the hard way. He'd been through it all and come out the other side intact. Will had been through a few rough times as well, but he felt blessed to have this extraordinary man to guide him.

The fight in the tavern had been hard. He'd almost lost. The only thing that gave him the speed and strength he needed was the knowledge that Jack wasn't giving up, Jack wasn't going to let anyone take advantage of him ever. He owed it to Jack to win.

He'd felt a rush of excitement when he saw Nagaraj hit the floor. They'd both won their fights at the same time, but he knew in his heart that they'd helped each other win as much as they'd helped themselves.

Now all he wanted was to be so close to his lover that Aocmoilhuicpa himself couldn't tell them apart.

"Jack, I want you."

"I want you too, Will."

"I want you inside me."

"No, I want you inside me."

"Jack, please, I need you!"

"Will, I'm not joking here, I want you to fuck me."

"No!"

Will sat up suddenly, and so did Jack.

"What?"

Will blushed. "Not here."

Jack looked around his cabin. What could possibly be wrong with here? Will had fucked him that first time here, in this cabin, in this bed. Maybe he hadn't intended to fuck Jack. Jack had rather surprised him with that one. Moreover, after Jack got his brand, he'd lowered himself onto Will's cock ever so slowly and it made all the pain go away. On this very bed.

"Not when the crew is on board."

Ah, so that was it. Both those times before there had been no crew to hear them, or interrupt them, or somehow know what was going on. So, that was why Will had been so wildly, incredibly, almost painfully enthusiastic on land, in the tent, with only the randy preacher and his boyfriend to hear. Jack knew that Will practically wanted them to hear.

"I don't care about the crew," Jack stated.

Will shook his head, shook his curls, shook Jack's soul.

"Pirate captains don't get taken. It's not right. The crew would see it as a weakness."

Jack blinked. A weakness? To be fucked by Will Turner? Maybe a privilege…

"I don't want to be responsible for anyone…"

"I thought that too!" Jack interrupted. "I thought the captain did the taking and the underling served. But it's not true."

Will screwed up his face in an almost comical look of disbelief.

Jack laughed. "If that's what this was about, if you were a member of my crew and I… I never let anyone fuck me again, not until you. I thought it was about being dominant. But I don't want to be dominant. I want us to be equal."

Will bit his lip. His lower lip. Perfect white teeth that would feel so good on Jack's neck. Luscious bottom lip that would feel perfect on Jack's nipple again.

And that was how Jack Sparrow ended up flat on his back on his bed in his cabin aboard the Black Pearl, with Will Turner buried into him, to the hilt.

Jack shoved his hips up to take more inside, more of that delicious cock. "Jesus, Will, incredible…" he muttered.

The preparation had been hurried, frantic even. Fingers burned, stretched and softened him. Oil drizzled along the crack of his arse and he didn't care if it tickled. Will was hard, hard and big and everything Jack wanted him to be. Jack's feet hooked around Will's waist as Will drove into him.

The way Will's neck twisted as he strained to one side, eyes clenched tight against the overwhelming pressure of Jack's arsehole squeezing his cock, was stunning. He groaned and took Jack's cock in his hand. With his other hand he drizzled oil over it, and spread the oil with his shaking fingers.

"Please, Jack, I'm so close. I want you to be inside me, I'm sorry, I need you…" Will pulled out. Shocking, how empty Jack's arse felt. Positively bereft. Will pushed Jack's legs down and crawled, shaking, up Jack's body.

Jack stared down. Will's cock was enflamed, so hot and engorged after having been inside Jack. It almost burned when it smacked Jack's belly. Will wriggled and sat down on Jack's cock, whimpering a little. Damn, that was with no preparation at all, Jack thought. But he couldn't move away. Will had him pinned.

Will reached around behind himself and slid two fingers back into Jack's slippery opening. That was too much. The heat and wet and tightness surrounding his cock and the slick slide of fingers inside him. Breaching and being breached at the same time. Will inside him and being inside Will all at once was breathtaking.

Will couldn't quite reach deep enough, so he sat up. Then sudden change in angle made Jack see bright white. Will twisted his fingers and probed until he saw Jack's eyes fly open.

The orgasm hit Jack so hard, tears leaked out of his eyes. Will's fingers prodded him inside in the exact right place. Will's arse contracted around him at the same time. And Will purred at the twitch and spurt of his own cock.

Nothing could have happened to make it any better, except for the way Will looked down at him, with his mouth somewhat slack and his eyes glazed enough to give him a look of wantonness that bloody guardian Goddess of his would kill for it. Will slumped down on top of Jack, sated. Jack wrapped his arms around him and held him there, against him.

The air was still and warm. He could feel the wind slowing. The Black Pearl would soon be stranded if he didn't act soon. Stuck a few miles from shore with no way to move until the wind decided to pick up again. But then, he couldn't think of anywhere he would rather be stranded than with Will Turner.

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Chapter 77 - Toes

Three days and nights of oppressive heat. Three long days of the sun beating down on the Black Pearl. Three long nights of stifling heat. The heavy, humid air had not stirred, the ship could not move. It was beginning to wear down all and sundry.

Now it was raining. Raining with no wind whatsoever. Jack had never seen a windless spell quite like it. Everyone poured out and up onto the deck when the sky opened. The fresh water was lukewarm, but still refreshing. Soon it grew to be as tedious as the previous lack of rain, and delivered precious little relief from the heat. So everyone found shelter to avoid the water that seemed to steam on whatever surface it hit, including human skin.

Jack had a map, and was making the sort of calculations Will did not have the energy to decipher. There were a few odd looking navigational instruments spread out on the table, and Jack was using a dowel notched at regular intervals to measure distances. Will sat on a chest of drawers by the window and watched the rain disrupt the surface of the perfectly still ocean.

Both pirate and blacksmith were bare-chested, clad in trousers alone. It was too hot for boots. It was too hot for shirts. They hadn't even had sex for the past two nights. They'd just lain on top of the covers and breathed as shallowly as possible to conserve energy. It was too hot for anything.

Will tilted his head back and pretended that the rain had brought a breeze with it.

Jack tried to concentrate on the task at hand, but Will Turner naked from the waist up and knees down, his head pitched so his long throat was exposed in such an evocative fashion, was hard to ignore under the best of circumstances. Under these particular circumstances, in which there was positively nothing else to do other than plot hypothetical courses across seas he could not reach without a wind, it was a ridiculously distracting sight. Jack's hand juddered and knocked the dowel to the floor.

Will turned his head to look at the source of the noise. Any variation on the utter lethargy of the last three days was welcome.

Jack frowned, and tried his damnedest to look like a cat does when it trips and then pretends it meant to do that all along. He reached out to his right with one foot, calmly grasped the dowel between his big toe and the toe next to it, bent his knee, lifted his leg at the hip, and plucked the dowel from between his toes. Settling his foot back on the floor, he continued his measuring and calculating. Very smooth.

By the time Jack's foot hit the floor, Will's eyebrows were raised to somewhere in the vicinity of his hairline. He slid down from the dresser, with the soft thud of a cat that has just woken and is off in search of food, and crossed the room. He drew near the table, flicked his the tip of his forefinger against the pad of his thumb, and struck the dowel, which Jack was holding loosely between his thumb and forefinger. It clattered to the floor.

"Pick it up," Will said softly.

Jack was surprised by this, but he didn't let it show. He shrugged and bent at the waist to retrieve the dowel. Will stopped him with a hand, hard on his shoulder.

"Not that way."

Jack straightened in the chair, curious as to where this might lead. He stretched out his leg and smirked as he saw the familiar gleam in Will's eye when his toes curled around the wood. He raised high up and waved the dowel in front of Will's face. "You like that then, eh?"

Will batted the dowel out from between the toes and grabbed Jack's ankle. "What else can you do?" It came out all in one breath, panted instead of spoken.

Jack felt his trousers tighten. He shifted in the chair so he could stretch out his foot to meet Will's chest.

Will gasped when toes closed over his nipple. It was like having fingers tugging on the hardening nub, yet not. Because he knew it was toes, and toes were different from fingers, somehow. His head rolled back, exposing the long column of his throat once more. As much as Jack was enjoying the feel of tense chest muscles and pebbled nipple under his toes, and the little cooing noises Will made so delightfully, the throat was too much to resist. He leapt from the chair and licked from collar bone to chin. Salty.

"Hey…" Will tilted his head back down, so his chin came crashing down on Jack's nose. Jack whimpered, but only slightly. There was no reason to get upset about a little collision, not when Will was holding his face in his hands and kissing him all over and apologizing.

"No worry, luv, I must have taken you by surprise, eh?" He accepted a final kiss on the tip of his nose.

Will rested his forehead against Jack's. "My fault. I didn't want the toes to ever stop."

Jack grinned and slid his hands down Will's waist. His trousers were still clammy from earlier, when Will had stood out on the deck in the rain with his head thrown back and mouth open wide. Jack had come close to singing a hallelujah to the rain as he watched. There was nothing quite like the sight of dripping wet Will Turner to make a pirate lusty. Will had returned to the cabin and sat on the dresser for ages though, morose and silent, until Jack had all but given up all hope of amorous activity. Until now.

Will's skin was so very soft. Must be some trick of the rainwater, Jack thought. He trailed his fingers up and down the curve between ribs and trousers, slid his hands around the back to feel the strong muscles there, and to bring Will's body closer to his. "I'm not exactly sure what else I can do for you, but I'm willing to try anything," he drawled.

That shiver was not from the cold. Definitely not. Jack smiled against Will's neck, where he was nuzzling. Will backed up toward the bed, and Jack followed, licking and nibbling the briny skin of Will's shoulder. Will stopped when the backs of his legs met solid bed.

Damp trousers stick to skin, Jack soon discovered. He had to drop to his knees to peel the cloth down, exposing golden skin inch by inch. Smooth curved hips. Faintly jutting pelvic bones. The pretty trail of dark hair that led from navel down to thicker curls. Will wriggled his hips impatiently, and Jack realized it was because Will was growing harder while his cock was bent uncomfortably, trapped under the sodden cloth. Jack pulled the material down, winced at that new, even more awkward angle and the little whimper that escaped Will's lips, pulled the cloth away from his body and carefully pulled out the cock. A sigh of relief followed, as did Will's hands, pushing the trousers down and off.

Much better. Fully naked Will with his cock pointing straight at Jack's face. Jack took a moment to savour the view, and to run his hands up and down taut thighs a few times, skin cool where the wet cloth had been. Will jerked his hips, waggling his cock at Jack insistently. Jack gave it a single, tender kiss on the tip and stood up.

Will's face contorted with frustration.

"Calm yourself, luv, you wanted to see what I could do, savvy? Up on the bed with you, mate." Jack watched Will clamour onto the bed as he peeled his own trousers off. What a relief. The damp cloth was beginning to chafe where his cock pressed against it so adamantly.

Long legs bent under Will, all lean and hard and glowing a little from the dampness on them, the air too hot to hold any more moisture so it settled on every available surface. It made the sheets distastefully clammy, but Jack forgave that because the sheen on Will's golden skin more than made up for minor discomfort.

Jack sat at one end of the bed and nudged Will to spread his legs wider. He trailed one foot up an inner thigh. The coarse, dark hairs tickled his toes, and Will's thighs shook enough for Jack to notice. Jack concentrated on the beautiful member rising up from glossy curls, and the heavy, loose sacs below. He brushed the ball of his foot over bollocks, and was rewarded with a low purr. He rubbed the tip of his big toe along the vein that pulsed along the length of Will's cock, then across the ridge under the wide head, and Will moaned, "Please."

That was enough to encourage Jack to be more creative. He stretched his other foot out and gripped the other side of Will's cock, and then began a steady rhythm, left foot up and right foot down, then switching, all the while kneading the hard shaft with his limber toes. Much thicker than the dowel, much hotter, but the same principle.

Will leaned back on his hands and tried not to make noises that would prove overly embarrassing. Jack's toes were sublimely nimble, and he wondered how it was possible he'd never noticed that before. Why Jack hadn't told him before. "You never told me you could…" he panted and whimpered. The knowledge that he had just leaked all over Jack's big toe made him dizzy. As did the pressure of Jack's heel on his balls, then dragging down until a slippery big toe nudged at his tight opening.

Will saw Jack staring right at him as he worked his toe in little circles around the puckered flesh. One eyebrow was raised in question. The left foot worked up and down, squeezing, tugging the loose skin of his testicles and then the less loose skin of the shaft, while the right toe pressed lightly, massaged, encouraged. Will took a uneven breath and nodded hard enough to bounce a few curls over his eyes. Jack bit his lip in concentration and curled the rest of his toes against the ball of his foot. He pushed harder, not too hard, and felt the tight muscle give just a little. He slid his left foot up Will's cock and teased the slit with the pad of his big toe. Will shut his eyes. He pressed his arse down onto Jack's toe.

Not like a finger at all. Wider than a finger, more agile than a cock. Jack kept flexing his toe rhythmically, so it worked into the clenched ring slowly. Will took deep breaths, trying to relax, to let him in. His hole stretched wider, not nearly as wide as it had to stretch to accommodate Jack's cock, but this wasn't a cock was it? Something about it being a toe made the stretch seem more intimate. Debauched. Deliciously dirty. The tension was almost unbearable. He hadn't felt this nervous since the first time they'd fucked.

Then he purred. And once Will felt the purr rising up from his chest, he knew this was all right. When Jack heard the purr he beamed and twisted his ankle a little so his toe screwed up into Will, and then Will gasped and rumbled and bore down hard until it couldn't go in any further.

"Jesus, Will," Jack groaned.

"Oh, fuck," Will answered and churned his hips. "Fuck!"

Jack increased the pressure on Will's cock, working the hardened flesh soundly. His other toes were cramping, the big one from straining to get up into Will as far as it could and the others from bending down so far. The underside of Will's arse pressed against them, and Jack just knew there would be the impression of four small toenails in the tender flesh there. He flexed his foot and the toe moved inside Will, rubbing the sensitive skin stretched around it under the pad. Will made a frenzied, high pitched choking sound and Jack felt the ring tighten.

Finally, just when his left calf began to smart from the angle and repetition, he slid his left foot up in time to catch the first spout of seed against the bottoms of his toes. Hot and slick. He kept rubbing over the head as Will ejaculated, massaging and coaxing and bringing forth whimpers along with the thick cream. The round head pulsed slower under his toes. Will trembled from head to toe.

Jack blinked. Shocking. He barely registered it when Will's fingers wrapped around his ankle, and Will struggled to kneel upright. It bent Jack's foot past a right angle, a little to fast. He lifted Jack's foot up to his mouth and began to lick the rich white cream off, sucking each toe carefully.

"Will, you can't… don't… I can't…." And it was true. Jack couldn't stand it, couldn't take it for long. Will, of course knew that. He well knew Jack's weakness for having his toes sucked. Will knew the toe-sucking would drive Jack into a frenzy, and he knew Jack wouldn't come from it. And he was not letting up. All this time they'd been together, and Jack had never even hinted at the prehensile skills. Remarkably dextrous, for toes. It was unconscionable. He had to be taught some sort of lesson. A lesson about sharing.

And, after all, there was nothing else to do.

Jack writhed and tried in vain to pull his foot away from Will's insatiable mouth, but he couldn't get much purchase. His other foot was trapped, big toe still wedged inside Will's arse, and Will was starting to rock on it, to fuck his hole on it, and Jack was powerless to stop him. He gave up, flopped back on the bed. A loud thud announced the meeting of the back of his head and the shelf, but Will didn't seem to notice so Jack ignored it too. He twisted to one side so he lay diagonally on the bed, and let out a stream of barely comprehensible syllables, mostly having to do with "no", "too much" and colourful curses in several languages Will didn't even know Jack spoke. He probably only knew how to curse in most of them, anyway.

Once Will was satisfied he'd completely cleaned Jack's foot, and that he'd reduced Jack to not much more than a quivering mass, he kissed his ankle and slid his hand up Jack's thigh in the direction of but not all the way to his cock. It stood up in the air, vibrating.

"I love your cock, Jack," Will murmured. "It's so beautiful."

Jack raised his head a few inches. Had he just heard what he thought he heard? Will Turner would never say such a thing… but then there was Will, writhing around on Jack's right big toe, and Jack knew it was really happening because the stretch in his calf would have been enough to make an ordinary man cry. The thing was, he couldn't find it within himself to be ordinary when something this extraordinary was happening.

Will was rubbing his cheek against Jack's ankle, indulgent and catlike. He grunted a little when Jack managed to bend his toe just so. Nails raked across Jack's thigh. Eyes dark with lust flickered between Jack's cock and face.

"I wonder…." Will said slowly, voice heavier than the air around them.

Jack felt a nervous twitch beside his left eye.

"… if I could…" Will extended his tongue and licked Jack's calf, flattening black hairs against skin. "Without even touching your cock."

Oh. My.

Jack slid his foot down and pinched a sharp nipple with his toes. Will gave him a smile he'd never seen before. And hoped he would see many times more. It was nasty in the nicest possible way. Will was hard again, already, as if he'd never come all over Jack's foot. It prompted Jack to think of his own shocking lack of release. Will bounced a few times. Dangerously close to breaking Jack's toe, and Jack knew he should care but all he could do was let out a huff of hot air.

Will lifted himself carefully. Jack sighed in disappointment when his toe was wrenched from the tight warmth of Will's arse. The contraction of the bottom of his foot when his toes straightened made him gasp. Will pushed Jack's left foot down and bent his right leg up. He shuffled forward and to the side, so he was straddling Jack's straight leg. He settled, on Jack's knee. Jack closed his eyes.

Well. That was something he'd never even thought of. Will wriggled until his hole was right over the bony part of Jack's knee. Open. Hot. What the hell? He was rubbing it over Jack's knee, and knees were not supposed to feel like that. Maybe the back of a knee, when it was nibbled or kissed, but the front of a knee? It was possibly the least sexual body part imaginable. If you'd never had Will Turner rubbing his heated arsehole over it, Jack supposed. He could only moan and look up through slitted eyes.

Will sighed, lashes all fluttery and dark, and turned his head. God, no, Jack thought, not the toe. Not the same toe I just had in your… fuck!

Will sucked and tasted himself, sharp and unrefined and a little sour. He wished Jack could do that thing with his toes on his nipples again, but he had the one foot in his mouth and the other leg was quite occupied. He dragged his arsehole over the bumps of Jack's knee. It was enflamed, desperate for more contact, the sensitive puckered skin begged for friction.

Jack's moans were getting higher. That only happened when Will took absolute control like this. It was a heady feeling. Power. The power to give Jack so much pleasure he couldn't think. A dangerous power, but Will trusted himself to not abuse it.

The pressure was excruciating. Jack needed something. A hand on his cock. Yes, that would do the trick. But his own hands clenched the sheets so tightly he couldn't move them. He opened his mouth to beg Will to touch his cock. The words got slurred, jumbled somehow. He must have said the wrong thing, because Will wasn't touching Jack's cock. He was touching his own cock. He was rocking on Jack's knee, and stroking his cock. At the same time, he was still sucking Jack's toe, and his other hand was gripping Jack's hip. Close, but not close enough. Jack tried again to ask, beg, plead, entreat… it was no good. It only served to speed Will's hand.

Will was consumed by an idea. He couldn't articulate it, but he felt it nonetheless. He needed to spend, he needed to explode. He jerked forward. Jack's foot slid from his mouth and over his shoulder. The air, still hot enough to be humid, felt relatively cool against his overworked arsehole. He worked his cock harder, faster, and his forearm slapped wetly against the sweaty back of Jack's thigh. Repeatedly.

Jack managed to free one hand from its death grip on the bedding, and was shocked when it rose to clasp Will's wrist by his hip, rather than his own cock. That wasn't what he intended. Will purred harshly, like a growl, and stroked his cock one last time before holding it steady, and aiming it.

The first splash of wet heat hit the underside of Jack's cock, just below the head. Jack reared up in shock as his cock stiffened under the assault. Another spatter of lava and Jack was spilling onto his stomach, gritting his teeth from the ache of his long-awaited release. It was far too intense to call a mere orgasm. Perhaps a revelation. Maybe some sort of apocalypse.

The next thing he knew, Will was on him, all over him. A hot tongue lapped at him, hungry kitten licks, lapping up their seed, rasping across his sensitive cock, swirling over his belly, nipping at his chest. Licking his lips.

"Lethal," Jack muttered against Will's mouth. "That was almost mutiny."

‘You never told me you could do that."

"Was I supposed to?"

"That will teach you to hide things from me," Will sighed.

"I didn't hide anything!" Jack protested. "I was merely waiting for the opportune moment to reveal my prodigiously skilled toes. Don't say you didn't enjoy them, luv."

Will plastered his body across Jack's. The sweat between them made him slide a little to one side. The ship had listed slightly, the result of a mild breeze.

The Pearl would move again soon.

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Chapter 78 - Experimentation

"I still don't understand what was wrong with my old boots."

Will Turner stood in the captain's cabin on The Black Pearl, staring down at the brand new black boots on his feet. They were really truly beautiful boots, lustrous leather with silver buckles at the top and smooth silver rings at the ankles through which broad straps of thick leather were looped. They fit his feet perfectly but did not hug his ankles quite as snugly as his old brown boots, which stood on the floor beside the table, still warm from his feet being in them all day.

Captain Jack Sparrow knelt at his feet, checking the fit of the new boots again. "They're beautiful boots, mate."

That had already been established. They were beautiful. They were practical. They were very piratey. But they weren't Will's old boots.

"The old ones are perfectly fine."

"These are better ones."

"They cost an outlandish sum, Jack. I don't know why you had to spend…"

Will shushed when two sea-roughened fingers pressed against his lips. Salty. Not unpleasantly so. "Not another word about the boots." Jack picked up the old ones, turned his back to Will and slid a hand into one boot. The heat was palpable. Just a little damp from sweat. Sultry. He made a fist inside the boot and his lips twisted into a smirk.

Will narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing with my old boots?"

Jack pulled his hand out of the boot suddenly and spun around. "Nothing."

"Is that why you bought me these boots? You want my old ones? Why didn't you buy new boots for yourself, Jack? You deserve them…" Jack's boots were looking a tad worn. Scruffy. From fighting and diving into oceans and the like.

Jack tossed the boots into the corner, bit his lip and looked down at the ground, with his hands pressed together bobbing in a praying motion that did not suit his attire but somehow looked right. "Shut up about the boots, like. It's not…" Jack was going to say ‘worth it', but that didn't make any sense.

Truth. It had always, inexplicably, worked in the past with Will.

"Will. Luv. You can not wear those boots in public anymore."

"They're perfectly good boots, Jack!"

"A little too perfect."

Will frowned. There was something he wasn't quite catching in this conversation.

"And whenever you wear them I picture you in them."

That would be what Will was missing.

"Nothing but them…"

Will smiled.

Jack took Will's hand in his and raised it to his lips. He kissed a bruised knuckle. There was a scrape across the side of Will's thumb. He kissed that too. He watched Will's lashes flutter when he turned the hand around and kissed the inside of Will's wrist. "Indecent," he whispered against the strong pulse. "Can't stand the thought of anyone else seeing you like that."

Will thought about that night, in this very cabin, when he was wearing nothing but the boots. It had been wicked. Wild. Wonderful. He blushed to think of how he'd offered himself up to Jack like that, so very… wanton.

Jack licked a slow path along the inside of Will's forearm. His tongue grazed over the prominent vein and traced the contours of hard muscle. He paused at the junction of upper arm and forearm. It was tender there, soft, with two lovely dark veins crossing the paler skin. He pursed his lips and sucked gently. The taste was so subtle he could barely discern it.

He also could not discern a reaction from Will. Any reaction.

He lifted his head to see Will smiling at him mildly, with his arm held out as if for inspection.

"Is there something wrong, Jack?" Will asked placidly.

Jack stared down at the inner arm. He touched it with his finger and found it moist, as if he'd just been licking and sucking on it. He hadn't imagined it, after all.

"You didn't like that?"

Will shrugged. "I didn't dislike it."

Jack's eyes shifted from patch of moist skin to Will's bland expression.

"You liked it the last time I did it."

Will reflected on the last time Jack sucked the inside of his elbow… ah, yes. Two nights ago. A week after they'd gotten underway again. Here, in the cabin. It was late, he remembered, and there was only one lantern lit, giving a smoky glow to the air. Jack had spent a bit of time suckling here and there before focusing on that particular area.

"It was fine."

"You acted as if you liked it."

"I did."

"But you just said… and you didn't act as if you liked it just now."

Jack was getting more perturbed, and Will couldn't understand what he'd done to get him so riled. It wasn't as if he'd pretended to like it. He had liked it. He'd liked it very much indeed.

Then he remembered why. Oh.

"Uh, Jack. The last time was different. You had your, um, cock…"

Ah, yes, Jack thought. Buried bollocks-deep.

"It's a matter of… circumstances."

Jack stared at the inner elbow. He thought Will liked that. He knew Will like that. But here he was saying he didn't particularly care for it. Unless he had a cock up his arse. Odd. He cleared his throat. "Is there anything else, Mr. Turner?"

Will's eyes got a little wider. Jack was being very formal. He'd put on his pirate captain face, and was definitely using his pirate captain voice. It gave Will little goosebumps on the back of his neck, although he would never admit it to anyone, when Jack decided to play captain. He told himself it was because it reminded him of Jack's strength and skill and, oh dear, Jack was looking at him in an entirely too authoritative manner. Now he'd forgotten the question. He tried to keep his face blank.

Jack dropped the hand and swayed to one side, eyeing Will up and down with an appraising gleam. "Well? Anything else you've been hiding from me?"

"Hiding? Jack, I've never hidden anything from you!" It was true. To a point. Nothing but the part about liking him being the captain. Oh, but that raised eyebrow gave him another thrill. When Jack looked at him like that, he felt like Jack was looking right through him, could see every wicked thought that had ever crossed Will's mind. Will took a deep breath to calm himself.

"Well, if it's all a matter of circumstance, let's remove the circumstances then, shall we?" Jack strode to the door and twisted the lock shut. "No cock up your arse, no romantic words to put you in a tizzy, no distractions, just the physical sensation, eh?" He walked back to Will. "Strip, Mr. Turner."

Will blinked. Strip? Just like that?

"You heard me Mr. Turner. I want to see if there are any other places I've been led to believe you enjoy having touched but you actually merely ‘don't dislike'. It's high time I did a little experimentation, like."

Jack had to fight hard to keep that little spark of anger alive inside him. It was the only way he could see this through. Will looked confused, dazed even. He didn't understand what was happening, and how could he? Still innocent, still inexperienced.

Jack was feeling confident. So confident, in fact, that he was going to risk this little nudge, to see if his suspicions were right. He'd promised himself so many times, with such well-meant fervour, that he would never, ever push the lad. But this wasn't a push, just a little nudge. Jack leered. A nudge in a very wicked direction, to be sure.

To do it, he had to act as if he'd been affronted. There had been an insult to his honour. He kept that in the front of his mind as he drummed his fingers on the table. "Now, Mr. Turner."

The voice was low, and it rumbled through Will's body. He had no idea what Jack was up to, and prayed there was no way Jack would be able to see what this was doing to him. He watched Jack's face quirk into a sneer. There was something Will didn't understand. He cursed his own naiveté. But he was determined to play the game and find out what Jack was after. He pulled his shirt off, up over his head, noticed that Jack held his breath when he brought his hands down still tangled in the shirt. The shirt fluttered to the floor and Will dragged the heavy new boots off his feet. They clunked to one side. Will's hands stopped at his waist.

"Go on, Mr. Turner, I don't have all afternoon."

Right. The trousers would go as well. Will thought about closed spaces below deck and not being able to escape the water and the grasping hands of the overpainted harlots in Tortuga, so by the time his cock was bared it was mostly soft and not all that big. The sudden exposure to air made it shrink a little more.

"Grasp the beam."

Will looked up at the beam of the ceiling. How had that happened? Somehow, Jack had manoeuvred him so he was standing below the lowest beam in the cabin. He reached up and felt the worn grain under his fingertips.

"Let's just see what it is that you really do enjoy," Jack muttered. He ran one finger from wrist down to the inside of Will's elbow.

Will stood perfectly still. He sincerely doubted this was an accurate test. He was so excited by Jack's manner, he was sure his body's responses would be skewed.

He couldn't understand what was wrong with liking something more under one circumstance than he did under another, but the grim set of Jack's jaw convinced him to stay quiet. Jack's fingers were cool and sure on his skin, and he could sense Jack measuring every response, every change in his breath or twitch of his skin. Two fingers rolled a nipple between them and Will couldn't help the whimper.

"So, you like that one under any circumstance…" Jack tugged a little on the hard nipple. He loved that look on Will's face, the fight to not show any response. He looked down.

Now there was something he hadn't seen in a while. Will Turner with a soft cock. Not entirely soft, mind you. But not hard either. It looked so delicate and vulnerable, lying there against those lovely bollocks like that. Limp. Ish. Not entirely limp. Jack's fingers trailed over Will's ribs and the cock didn't so much twitch as swell a little. Some of the skin bunched around the head uncrinkled, and the curve of it, the way it was draped over the bollocks, straightened a touch. Jack sucked in some air noisily.

Will gritted his teeth. Fingers rubbed up his sides and under his arms. Twitch. Pressed into his sides, just above his waist. Another twitch. Ran down the sides of his thighs. "What is the point of this?" Will gasped when a single fingernail traced up his inner thigh and his cock gave a little bounce.

"I'm testing, dear William. Testing to see how you respond, so I'll know what you really like. I don't want to waste any time doing things you don't really like…"

Will let out a small groan. Stroking at the backs of his knees always did that to him. "I don't believe you've ever wasted my time, Captain Sparrow."

Jack slithered along the floor and stood up behind Will. "No," he breathed over the back of Will's neck. "I can't imagine any time I spend with you being a waste. But there is something to be said for efficiency. What about this?" He ran his fingers down Will's spine, and was pleased to see the shivers follow them. "And this?" He kissed Will's shoulder.

"Jack." Quiet. Needy. Fingers gripped the edge of the beam harder. Stretched out with his legs spread just enough, thighs quaking, arms wide and corded. "Why are you teasing me?"

Jack peeked over Will's shoulder. Hmm, just what he wanted to see. Much harder and thicker too. Truly the most beautiful cock he'd ever seen. "No, luv, not teasing. I told you. Testing."

"I like everything, Jack."

"No, you didn't."

"I did... It's just… I have to… I can't let you…. Not all the time…." Will fairly shook with frustration.

Jack licked his lips. Dropped a hand down to arse level. Held his breath.

One quick, sharp slap.

One short, sharp gasp.

Jack's fingers flexed in the air. He tried again, on the same side. The skin of Will's arse was a little warmer this time, from the first blow. He slapped a little harder this time. The firm flesh rippled under his hand. He stepped back. Pink spread across gold. Will didn't move.

Once more. For luck. On the other side this time.

Will gave a little sigh. A sigh with a moan lurking under it.

Jack craned his neck to look at Will's front. Fully hard, now, and standing straight out, pointing a little bit up actually. And glistening wet at the blunt tip. Jack looked up, to see Will's eyes shut tight, sweat on his brow, tips of his teeth sinking into his lip.

He could not have wished for a more beautiful reaction, in his estimation.

He rubbed his fingers in gentle circles over the heated skin. Made a little ‘hmmm' sound.

Will cleared his throat.

Jack's cock jumped at the sound. The front of his trousers were tented in front of him, but he didn't dare do anything about it. He just caressed, soothed, comforted.

"I, uh…"

"Hmmm?"

"I'm not sure about that one. You may have to… again… you know?"

Jack felt dizzy. But he obliged. Three fast spanks on the same side. The left cheek.

Will shuddered. "Oh," he said, not sure of what else to say.

Will had definitely liked that; he kept his hands on the beam. Obeying orders.

Jack dropped down to the floor behind Will. He kissed, let his tongue lap at the reddened skin. "Just a test," he mumbled against the warmth. "Nothing meant by it, just a test." He reached around and slid his fingers around the hard cock. Jack would have taken the time to thank whatever Gods were responsible for this outrageously fortuitous turn of events, if it weren't for Will's arse in front of his face with Jack's handprint clearly visible on it, and the trembling in Will's legs just as visible.

Scared. He was scared. Of course, he was frightened by this. It wouldn't do to have Will frightened of Jack, or of his own response to what Jack did. Jack stood up and pressed his body against Will, clothing against naked skin, hard cock against hot arse. "I won't hurt you," he promised into the chestnut curls against the back of Will's neck.

"You can do whatever you want," Will choked out. "Isn't that the point of all this?"

Jack thought on it. Perhaps it was. Will sagged a little against him, as if giving up. So pliable, so warm and soft and hard and perfect. Jack wrapped his arms around Will. Is this what Will wanted? What Jack wanted? Will let Jack pry his hands off the beam. Jack rewrapped his arms around the naked torso, with Will's fingers intertwined with his, so Will was hugging himself just as Jack hugged him. Passive.

"No, no, no. I just… I was testing," he whispered, as if that would reduce it to only a test. He found himself wishing he could go back in time, change something to make this feel better. It should have felt better. Cursed himself for pushing too hard.

Will sighed. His eyes were still closed. He was shocked by what had happened. By his response. He wondered if he belonged to Jack. If Jack could do anything to him and it would only make him want Jack more. It didn't seem right. That wasn't what he wanted.

Correction: it was clearly what he wanted, what his body wanted. One thing he wanted. And he wasn't opposed to it, as long as it was only playing. But he didn't want this to change anything between the two of them. Jack himself said he wanted equality. Fun is fun, but Will sensed there was something important at stake. Something vital to the way they were together. He pulled away from Jack.

"Testing?" he asked, as low and alluring as he could manage. "I think I understand."

Jack let his hands drop to his sides. Something had changed. Something about the way they were relating. Will wasn't sagging anymore, he was standing tall. His cock was still just as hard, wavering in the air in Jack's direction like a direct challenge, but he hadn't given up anything. He wasn't submitting.

Will walked to the corner. His arse still glowed a little. The noise that came out of Jack was needier than anything he'd ever heard from Will. It was all Jack could do to not reach out and touch the hot skin.

And Jack couldn't quite put his finger on Will's new mood. Was it defiance? Was it an attempt at dominance?

Will kicked his old boots upright, slipped his feet into them, and turned around, eyes gleaming bright under half-lowered lashes.

Oh, sweet Jesus, it was equality, Jack thought to himself.

Will walked across the cabin slowly, so Jack could get a really good look at him. "Just so you know, Captain Sparrow," he came to a halt a foot or so from Jack, "that you are not the only one," he reached up and grabbed the beam again, "who is experimenting."

Jack stared, gaping.

"Shall we continue?" Will smirked.

Jack could not get onto his knees and ram Will's cock into his mouth fast enough. The boots scraped his outer thighs as Will pressed against them. His palms burned where they cupped Will's arse. He dug his fingers in a little. Will hissed and shoved his cock further into Jack's mouth. This was the kind of test he could grow to enjoy very much indeed.

* * *

Sometime in the middle of the night, Will woke up. Slightly dazed, a little sore, it took a moment for him to make sense of it all. His arse was tender. Jack had used his hand on him a few more times, and every time had been better than the last. He flexed his feet. Jack had taken the boots off him at some point in time. That was fair. Jack really was helpless when Will had those boots on. He wondered what had happened to them. He couldn't see them anywhere in the cabin.

He wriggled a bit against Jack's thighs. His arsehole would be sore tomorrow, but that was predictable, after Jack fucked him that hard while he was bent over the chair like that. The back of his thigh smarted. Probably from Jack's belt buckle smacking into him so many times. Being completely naked while Jack was all but fully dressed really was fraught with danger. They would have to be more careful next time. He fingered the shallow scratches on his hip. Not too careful, he added silently. There was no harm in a few bruises.

Jack pulled Will against his chest snugly. "Back to sleep, mate. You need it." He was surprised he hadn't woken the lad earlier when he got up to hide the boots. Couldn't leave something that dangerous lying around the cabin now, could he?

Will yawned and pulled Jack's arms tighter around his chest. "Yes, Captain. But next time, can you be the naked one and I do the spanking?"

Jack grinned into Will's hair. Experimentation was a very good thing indeed.

"Of course, luv. That's what equality is all about."

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Chapter 79 - Tranquility

Captain Jack Sparrow woke up feeling very content. Too content. It was preposterous. It was nigh impossible to feel this content whilst waking up at the crack of dawn. He took stock of his situation.

The very hot weather had broken a few days before, so the air was mild and ideal for both sleeping and waking. He was in his comfortable bed with relatively fresh sheets. He had no grave injuries, or even notable flesh wounds. Good supper last night, no hangover this morning. He should feel content. But not this content.

Well, there was the matter of a warm, lanky body stretched out on the bed in front of him. That would account for a good deal of the contentment.

Oh.

And the fact that he was still inside.

How did that happen?

Jack ran the events of last night through his head. Will on his back with his legs flung over Jack's shoulders. That was fun; Jack smiled. Then Will on his knees, Jack draped over him, sweat in Jack's eyes, Will moaning his name. That was delightful; Jack grinned. Then they'd settled down, Jack's front to Will's back, Jack's back to the wall, slow, languorous and gentle. Jack with his arm wrapped around Will's waist, stroking his cock slowly, rubbing against him inside at just the right angle, Will's choked cry as he spilled on Jack's hand, then the kittenish licks at Jack's wet fist while Jack kept fucking at a leisurely pace.

Jack hadn't so much spilled into Will's hot body as oozed into it. It was the calmest, most prolonged orgasm he'd ever experienced. It seemed to go on forever, in a good way. Jack's cock just kept pulsing, and he stayed glued to Will's back, holding him, kissing his shoulder, throughout. And afterwards, after the feeling that he was flowing into Will had faded, they'd drifted off to sleep.

They must have slept in the same position like that all night. It was a miracle none of Jack's limbs were asleep when he woke. Now he was hard again, not an unusual event first thing in the morning, and he was still inside.

Bloody hell. There was nothing on earth better than waking up hard and already inside Will.

Jack's tongue snaked out and took an experimental taste of Will's shoulder. Salty, tangy, Will-like taste burst across his tongue. He licked again, across and up Will's neck. Will murmured and shifted in his sleep.

Chocolate brown eyes fluttered open.

He was in bed. In the captain's cabin on the Pearl. He could see that. It had to be Jack behind him. No one else would be in the captain's cabin. In the captain's bed. Yes, that was Jack's tongue painting little patterns on the side of his neck, caressing his pulse, Jack's lips nibbling at his ear lobe. He recognized it.

And that was Jack inside him.

Again.

Still.

And now it was morning and he was hard, inside Will.

Will purred.

Jack rolled his hips forward, pushed up into Will a tiny bit more, changed the angle, upped the intensity. Will answered by pushing back, a little harder, and purring again, a little louder.

Will was slippery inside, hot and slick and tight and just about the best thing Jack could imagine. Jack was hard, and just as hot, and the way he was moving, shallow thrusts so deliberate Will would swear he could feel the shape of the head as it shifted inside him, made Will want more. Always more.

Will made a fist, gripping the sheet. Too intense, almost. He pressed back, needing Jack to just stay still for a minute. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate the fucking. He just wanted to feel the stretch and only the stretch of it, for a minute. He wanted to lie perfectly still and feel his arse filled with Jack's cock. "Shhh," he said, knowing he wasn't talking about the correct sense, but hoping Jack would understand.

Jack did understand. He stopped thrusting, stopped fucking, even stopped breathing. He closed his eyes and held Will tight against him. He could feel everything; the smoothness of the skin of Will's chest under Jack's fingers, the tightness of his slick opening around Jack's cock, the way his bollocks pressed into Jack's, the backs of his thighs plastered to the fronts of Jack's thighs and the softness of his hair as it curled under Jack's lips.

Jack twitched his lips, and a little tuft of hair caught between his lips. He worried the chestnut lock, could feel each individual strand against his lips. When Will made a low, content sigh, Jack raised his lids.

And looked into a pair of glistening black eyes, round eyes that reflected every bit of weak dawn light in the cabin and shone it back at Jack in challenge. Matted dark hair stuck out at odd angles, and a mouth beneath whiskers opened to show two gleaming fangs.

Jack jumped back with a yell, involuntarily. Will howled as the cock inside him yanked him back painfully. He writhed, twisting his hips in hopes of forcing the cock out, where it could cause no more pain. He yelped and wrenched himself forward, smashing the top of his head against the shelf at the head of the bed.

The black eyes and fangs hopped down, off the table to the floor to where Jack could no longer see them.

Jack cried out when Will jolted forward, because his cock was still inside, and the distance between their bodies had increased at a rapid enough rate to make him fear he might be permanently separated from it. Then Will's head hit the shelf and Jack cried out in alarm, not for himself but for his lover.

Then it registered how much his cock hurt. He slid forward. Will recoiled, as if to pull away, but somehow through the pain on the top of his head and the pain in his arse and the shock and everything else, he realized that a cock that big and that hard, buried so deep inside at such an acute angle, wasn't going to slide out easily, and that they were probably both better off if Jack eased back in rather than out, so he lay still.

Sure enough, once Jack was properly seated again, the ache for both of them faded to almost nothing, aside from the intense pain on the top of Will's head. Jack kissed his neck and shoulder and the wrist of the hand Will pressed against the ache.

"Are you alright, mate?" he asked feebly, feeling foolish.

Will took a deep breath. "I'm…" He didn't want to answer the question. It didn't seem very piratey to complain about a little pain, but it did hurt.

"I'm sorry, luv, I didn't mean for that to happen. There was this giant rat…" Jack shuddered, and it echoed through Will's body, since Jack was still inside. "Nasty black eyes and pointed teeth and all that. It jumped up at me."

Will rubbed his head. This was ridiculous. Why was Jack still inside him? His head hurt, his arse felt as if he'd had something thick and hard shoved up it and then wrenched around, which was exactly what had happened, and Jack was babbling about rats.

"It was enormous. A rat the size of a bloody cat."

Will creaked on eye open and looked down on the floor.

"Jack, it's the size of a cat because it is a cat."

"Nonsense, I don't own a cat. How can it be a cat? There's no cat." Jack peeked over Will's shoulder. "Where the bloody hell did that cat come from?"

Will swatted Jack's head back, which put Jack in a much more comfortable position inside him. "That's the cat. The new cat. The one that was in my satchel last night."

Jack pondered. Satchel. On the table. Jack was complaining to Will about the noise and the smell. The deck was crawling with livestock. Maybe not crawling. There was a cow, though. A great big cow. It was pregnant, and it was huge. And there were some goats, and a few pigs. And then they'd brought on another cow. A boy cow, that one was.

Will had warned him they might bring a few animals back, but as Jack watched them bring all these creatures aboard he'd beat a hasty retreat to his cabin to await Will. He thanked the Heavens he wasn't flying pirate colours. What would others think? A pirate ship full of animals like that.

At least they took the chickens and ducks down below. Jack couldn't abide poultry.

Finally, after much strutting to and fro and organizing things all over the deck while Jack watched from the safety of his cabin, Will had joined him. He'd slung the satchel on the table and babbled for a while about the good prices and how wonderful everything would be once they transported all these beasts to the Isla de Muerte. And then the satchel started to move, to undulate as if it was going to give birth. Which it eventually did. To a large, tortoise-shell cat with a prominent orange spot on its forehead and the longest tail Jack had ever seen.

Jack shuddered. He could hear noises out on deck. Shifting noises. Stomping noises. Moos, of all things.

"Honestly, Jack, you don't remember? How much rum did you drink while I was at market?" Will wriggled his arse a little to get more comfortable.

The friction made Jack see stars. He was still inside. He had to blink a few times before he could focus on the bottle on the table beside the satchel. It was definitely a different shape than the bottle he'd opened when Will, Mr. Gibbs, Mr. Bertram and a few others went ashore. And he'd consumed enough of the first bottle by the time they'd returned to the dock that Shimura had been the one to shout the orders and guide the Pearl to the berth. It seems that you can't get a cow from a dock to a rowboat to the deck of a ship. A gangplank was required. By the time all the manoeuvrings and loading and getting underway were over with, that would be almost two bottles. Not all that much.

Will made a face Jack couldn't see, but he knew what it looked like anyway. "Hey, it didn't affect my performance last night…" Jack began to protest.

Will made a little chuckle and jutted his arse back into Jack's groin. Jack moaned. "Does anything affect your performance?" he sniggered, blatantly ignoring Jack's little guilt issue in the tent after he'd been with Anamaria.

Jack pulled Will's shoulders flush against his chest. There was no way he could get any closer. "Not when you're involved, luv," he breathed into Will's ear.

Then the cat jumped up on the edge of the bed.

Will saw her coming, and pressed himself hard against Jack, to avoid the painful cock wrenching of before. Jack stayed his nerves and rocked a little into Will's arse. "Pretty little thing, isn't she," he said, his voice only mildly shaky from the double shock of the cat jumping up and his cock being buried even deeper inside Will.

"She followed me, I had no choice in the matter. Besides, Jack, if you're so afraid of rats, you should want a cat on board!"

"A cat I can live with," Jack agreed, ignoring the whole rat-fear remark. He nibbled on the top ridge of Will's ear. "But the cattle will have to go." He slid his hand down to Will's hip. Sinew, muscle and the smoothest skin imaginable. It was sinful, the way Jack's hand fit over the curve of it so perfectly.

Will shooed the cat away. "Give us some privacy!" he hissed.

Jack inched his hand around the front and down the ridged stomach, encountered thick, wavy hair. "Your hair is so lovely," he sighed, "everywhere." He stroked the tight curls until Will's cock rose to bump against his hand. Jack grunted, "Lovely!" and fisted the cock. "Hmm, this could be my favourite way to wake up, you know. Already inside you, deep in your arse, already fucking you…"

Will gasped. Such language. It was so wicked. So very Jack.

Fingers pulled on his cock, other fingers curled up between them, cupping his arse, kneading the flesh, a hungry mouth, always hungry for him, nipped at his shoulder blades, his neck, his jaw. All the while, Jack rocked in and out of his arse, still a little sore from the roughness of earlier, but so eager to be properly fucked.

"Not so hard," he managed to rasp. "We don't have to get up yet, and I want to enjoy this for as long as possible."

Jack grunted. He never wanted it to end either, but the crew was getting up. He would only be able to delay for so long. He slowed his pace and shallowed his strokes and breathed, deep and unhurried.

The cat jumped up on the table, watching the two men with interest. Will huffed. "She's watching you, Jack."

"She's just jealous," Jack growled.

The cat lay down. Her body was limp, but her eyes stayed wide.

"It's you she wants, Jack," Will gave a half laugh when Jack pushed his top leg forward and thrust at a new angle.

"I assure you, Mr. Turner," Jack rumbled, "you are the one everyone wants. But I shan't let them have you…" He groaned as he sank even deeper. "Gods, you're so tight, I can't believe I was in you all night!"

Will laughed out loud, his laugh cut off by a moan when Jack tightened his grip on his cock. "Not all night."

Jack gave a hard thrust. "What?" Not all night?

"I had to, ah, Jack! Do that again! Yes, that! I got up in the middle of the night. Oh, no, not that, that's too maddening. Please, a little deeper there. Just like that, oh! I had to tend the cows… gah, Jack!"

Jack slammed into Will. The time for lasting forever was over. Will's hot tunnel was spasming around him, gripping him like a fist. He could do this forever theoretically, but reality wasn't going to last that long.

Will panted, one hand gripping the edge of the bed, the other coming down to close over Jack's, pulling on his cock. "Ah! When I came back to bed you were… Oh!"

The cows. And the pigs. They were restless. And amorous. The bull had almost fallen overboard trying to mount the cow. They got even more restless when Will approached. They could smell Jack on him. Mr. Bertram had had to deal with them. When Will returned to Jack, he couldn't help himself. He kept thinking about how everyone probably knew what had been going all night, and how he was the only one who would ever get to do those things with Jack.

Jack sunk his teeth, not hard, into Will's shoulder to keep from shouting. People were walking around outside. Not that it had ever stopped him before, but he could hear them and he didn't want them to hear him. "What was I?" he hissed.

"Hard. Ahhh. But so tranquil, I didn't want to wake you." Will gritted his teeth. "But I wanted you inside me…"

Well, the idea of that just did Jack right in. Will wriggling his arse and sliding Jack's cock into him. How on earth had he not woken up? He made a mental note never to drink two bottles of rum at a time in the future. There was no way he wanted to miss something like that again.

But then, he had woken up inside Will. There was something to be said for that in itself.

"And am I tranquil now?" he ground out as he pushed inside one last time. Will shook his head back and forth with the effort of not yelling. Jack sighed very loudly, for a sigh, as his cock throbbed inside Will.

One, two, three more strokes of Will's cock. He cupped his hand over the round head to catch the hot spray in his palm. "That's mine, mate," he whispered and brought it to his mouth.

Will trembled against him.

"Hmm, tranquility…" he sighed. His head didn't hurt anymore.

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Chapter 80 - Fertility

Captain Jack Sparrow squinted with one eye open and gauged the distance from deck to makeshift raft with a practiced eye. Then he looked at the cow.

"Y'think this'll work then, eh?" he asked Will.

Will glared at him. He tightened the harness around the cow's shoulders, and looked underneath again to make sure the ropes wouldn't harm her udders. He'd emptied the cow earlier in the day, much to Jack's amusement.

"Mind you don't let Charlotte see you do that," Jack had cackled as he watched Will tug on the full teats. "Send her into a lather, it would."

Ever since then, Will had been less than cordial. Apparently, Jack was supposed to be happy with the fact that his ship had been degraded, soiled and otherwise disrespected by the transport of farm animals, both on deck and below. Well, Jack was having none of that. He wanted the beasts off the ship, and the sooner the better. There was no reason to be polite about it.

He eyed the jury rigged raft, and the two men standing at opposite ends of it. Bootstrap and a young lad, about twenty, tall and lanky. They were supposed to keep the cow from toppling into the brine. Rough planks lashed to barrels, no rail, not even a post to tie the cow to, it was destined to sink.

Ah well, he thought to himself, Bootstrap always did look good dripping wet. He'd throw a rope down to him when he fell in, and the cow could drown. Jack hated the thing. It kept giving him looks, sniffing at his clothes, snuffling at his chest as if she knew him him. Making low, gargling sounds at him. Hideous beasts, bovines were.

Bertram scaled the rigging to inspect the boom. "Looks good, Will. Are you ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," Will muttered. "If you would, Mr. Shimura."

"Man the capstan!" Shimura shouted for the men to take their places. They began to slowly pace at his command.

Shimura's men turned the crank and the harness tightened around the cow. She mooed plaintively. Will and Gibbs took up positions on either side of the cow and steadied her as she was slowly lifted off the boards. When she dangled a foot above the deck, Will shouted for the men to drop the pauls. One of the lads hauled on the line at the end of the beam, to swing the cow over to the place where Bertram and Will had removed the railing.

Jack peered over the rail again. "Long way down," he whistled. "Make a mistake and she'll be ready for knacker's yard…"

"Mother's love, Jack, stop swinging the lead and get your arse over here to help! You want the bloody thing off yer ship, don't ya?" Gibbs snarled.

Jack stepped close enough to reach out and grab one of the ropes steadying the by now bellowing cow. He made a decent show of helping to swing her over the edge. As soon as she dangled free of the deck he scurried out of the way. Will and Gibbs held the safety ropes, as if they would be able to stop her from falling if the beam broke.

It was worth the bravado, though, because of the way Will braced himself for possible impact with his legs spread like that, feet planted firmly on the deck, muscles tensed, seat of his trousers clinging to him, with all aspects of his fine arse clearly outlined. Jack said a little prayer to the gods, whoever they might be, responsible for the invention of manual labour.

The cow was lowered to the raft without mishap, and a half dozen men began to tow the raft to shore using the longboat. Will looked very smug about the whole thing.

"Fine show, lad," Jack slapped him on the shoulder. "And I'm sure it will work just as well with the gentleman." He gestured toward the bull, which stared back at Jack with a menacing gleam in his black eyes.

The bull snorted and pawed at the deck.

"I don't think he likes you, Jack," Gibbs said. "Maybe you should go wait in your cabin until all this is done, savvy?"

So Jack went to his cabin, and did not come out, not when he heard the group on shore yelling and fussing as they led the cow off the raft and onto the beach, nor when he heard the bull snort and roar, not when he heard the shouts of the men, nor when he heard the splintering of wood, and definitely not when he heard the splash that was too small to be a bull, but too big to be a dropped rope. He threw back a fourth or so shot of rum and headed to the window. The bull was on the raft, being towed to shore where the cow waited placidly. There were more shouts on deck, some raucous laughter, and then the door of his cabin swung open.

Will stood in the doorway, dripping wet.

"Mind you don't drip on Monkey," Jack warned.

"Monkey?"

"The cat."

Will frowned. "I thought you said you didn't want to name the cat."

"I didn't, but you were busy on deck." Jack shrugged and reached out to scratch Monkey's chin. "I felt silly, sitting here all by my onesie talking to a cat with no name."

"But, 'Monkey?"

"Barbossa named his monkey 'Jack', eh? So I named our cat 'Monkey'."

Will's eyes narrowed. "Have you been at the rum already?"

The cat, sitting on the chest of drawers near the bed, meowed.

"Only a little. No more than you've been at the water." Jack turned his back on Will.

Will grimaced. Jack was not being helpful. In fact, Jack was being an arrogant bastard. Bloody pirate. He hated it when Jack was in a testy mood. But it was all too easy for Will to change that.

He closed the door behind him and peeled his sopping shirt off his body.

At the sound of wet shirt smacking on the floor, Jack put down his pewter mug.

Will kicked off his soaking wet boots. One clunked across the floor into Jack's line of vision. Jack licked his lips.

Next came the trousers, dripping onto the floor, sticking to Will's long legs. Jack peeked over his shoulder.

One hem caught on Will's ankle and he had to shake it loose. The movement caused an almost comical shaking of the goods, which Jack would have laughed at if he wasn't so flabbergasted by the sudden revelation of all that sleek golden flesh.

Naked Will always had that effect on Jack. And Will knew it.

Will grabbed a rag from the back of a chair and began to wring out his dripping hair. "Chilly in here. Think I'll go dry off in the sunshine up top."

Jack bounded across the room. There was no way he was letting that perfect arse go out there like this, bared for all to see. He wedged himself between the door and naked Will. "I think you can dry off in here, mate. I'll help you meself."

Will Tried to walk around him, but Jack swayed and shifted to match every move he made.

Jack wagged his finger in the air. "Will, put some trousers on. Please." Jack's hands fell into the familiar praying/begging motion he always assumed when he'd run out of tactics. "I'm sorry I made the comment about the harlot. I mean, Charlotte. Your sister-in law. Step sister-in-law. Not really in law, in fact, is she? I meant no disrespect. Apparently, it was distasteful of me. And I assure you, I won't do it again. Just don't… I don't want them to see you like this."

Will raised just one eyebrow. The ensuing crooked crease between his brows was the most lickable thing Jack had seen all day. That is, until he looked down to see Will's cock slowly filing and growing and rising. Now that was definitely more lickable, if only for the considerably larger surface area.

"I only want me to see you like this."

The other eyebrow rose as well.

"And as much as I want everyone in the world to be jealous of me, they'll be more than jealous enough if they see you in trousers, eh? No need to flaunt it, like. Savvy?"

Will's mouth turned up at the corners. "Oh, Jack, I was just teasing." He pressed his lean body up against Jack's. "Only you see me like this."

Jack grinned with relief, and felt free to do what he'd wanted to do all along. He pushed Will against the door and dropped to the floor. Gorgeous, succulent, simply delicious cock in his mouth, high round arse under his hands, long fingers tangled in his hair; Jack was doing precisely as he pleased, indeed. Will grunted and thudded his head against the door.

The cat jumped from the dresser to the table for a closer look. Jack ignored it.

There was a huge cry from the crowd on the beach as the bull broke loose from his bonds and charged across the sand. Jack utterly ignored it. He worked his mouth up and down Will's cock in a steady rhythm, savouring every moan and purr.

He was sorry. He was sorry he had a boat full of bloody pirates and couldn't drag Will outside and do this to him in the sunlight. They would have to find some place they could be alone together in the sun again. This island was too full of people now. People and nosey bloody heathen gods. Jack determined to shut them all out. Right now, it was just him and Will.

And that cursed pounding on the door. It wouldn't stop.

Will moaned when Jack pulled his mouth, agonizing inch after agonizing inch, off his cock. Jack hauled himself to his feet. He grabbed the rag from Will's hand and draped it over the erect cock, where it hung like some perverted signal flag. Will giggled. Giggled, lord help Jack. "Don't go anywhere," he instructed, and pushed Will to the side so he could open the door a crack.

Tessie. Bloody Tessie. What was she doing on his ship?

"We came to clean up after the animals. Where's Will?"

Jack winced. "He'll be out in a minute. He took a bit of a bath earlier, and he's just getting dried off."

"That was quite some time ago, Jack. The bull's already on the island and we've come back in the longboat. How long does it take you to dress the lad in dry clothes?" Tessie sounded irritated.

Not nearly as irritated as Jack was. "In a minute!" he shouted.

The signal flag waved in the air. Will had to grit his teeth to not moan.

"I'll be out in a moment," he managed.

Tessie sat on a barrel just outside Jack's door. She crossed her arms over her chest and squinted in the bright sunlight. Bootstrap and the lad were shovelling the animal waste into a barrel, to be used for fertilizer. The soil on this island needed work, but it would grow crops soon enough.

There was a loud thud against the door frame, and a low groan. The door creaked under someone's weight. Rhythmically. She turned her head to see the handle of the door turning randomly. The curtains slung across the windows were pressed up against the window panes, and moving from side to side in time with the creaking. There were a few muttered curses, and shuffling on the floor.

Tessie shook her head. Bloody pirates. They had no self-control to speak of. She looked over at Bootstrap. Not that that was a bad thing, the lack of self-control. Looking at Bootstrap wasn't such a bad thing either.

A hand appeared in the window, grasping at the edge of the curtain. She could see it out of the corner of her eye. Jack's voice came through the door, urgent. "Jesus, Will!" It was abruptly muffled and then came a sound she wasn't entirely expecting, although she wasn't surprised either. It was quiet but clear.

Will was purring.

Phenomenal. The boy purred just like his father did. Tessie shifted uncomfortably on the barrel. Low groans, muted moans, another thud, presumably from Will's head hitting the door frame again. What the hell was Jack doing to the poor lad?

She could tell from the sound of body on door that he was sliding down to the floor. Tessie couldn't blame him. Then they moved away from the door and she could hear nothing but a few grunts from Jack and indistinct mumbles, until Jack hollered a cuss word Tessie wouldn't dream of saying aloud, and there was a contented humming from Will. Or that's what it sounded like.

Tessie recrossed her legs and pressed her thighs together. Tight.

After a minute or so, Will tumbled out the door wearing nothing but a pair of damp trousers and some soggy boots. "Hello, Tessie," he muttered, "I mean, mum."

She watched him walk over to where Bootstrap and the lad were picking pieces of straw out of the scuppers.

Jack sidled out of the door moments later, half-dressed but not obscene, dragging a chair with him. He sank down in the shadow of the quarter deck, slumped in the chair exhausted and scowled at the sunlight.

They sat in silence.

Finally, when the three men were swabbing the deck where the cows had been, bared backs and chest gleaming with sweat, muscles bulging in arms and shoulders, Tessie cleared her throat.

"Fine looking man you have there," she said.

Will tossed his hair out of his eyes. Jack loved it when he did that.

"Yours too," he replied. Bootstrap was hauling a full bucket of water up from the bay, forearms flexing nicely.

Tessie nodded.

They watched a while longer.

"Who's the kid?"

The kid was taller than Will or Bootstrap, leaner, with long corded muscles, smooth dark skin and a lovely, cleanshaven face. Strong cheekbones, sharply defined jaw, almond black eyes.

"He's from the last group Jacob brought on shore. He's Elsie's husband."

Elsie? The one who plastered herself all over Will at every available opportunity?

"Alphonse married them last week."

"Married?" Jack stuttered, "But she's just a kid."

"Kid? Twenty is plenty old enough for marrying. I had two children by the time I was twenty," Tessie huffed.

Jack stared at Tessie in disbelief.

"Jack, you're not much of a judge of age. We darker women age much better than your pale girls do. How old do you think I am, anyway?"

Jack swallowed. Of all the questions. Fraught. Fraught it was. If he guessed too low it would be seen as pandering. It he guessed too high… he spread his hands in defencelessness. "I, uh, I don't…" Think, Jack. He fiddled frantically with his chin beads. "I…"

Tessie laughed. "Smarter than you look, Captain Sparrow! I have all of forty-nine years."

Jack stared dumbly. Forty-nine. That was impossible. She looked forty, maybe. Which would have made it nigh impossible for her to be the mother of Anamaria, and Kay and Alphonse and Jacob. And the madam, whose name Jack couldn't remember.

"Which makes it an extra miracle, wouldn't you say?" she added, cryptically.

Jack raised his eyebrows expectantly. Tessie was looking admiringly at Bootstrap as he helped Will reconstruct the railing he'd dismantled earlier. Surely, she would tell him what was a miracle eventually.

Tessie turned to look at Jack. "The baby."

The baby. Ah, yes, Tessie would be a grandmother again. That would count as a miracle, he supposed. "And how is Anamaria?" he asked, politely.

"She's having a much worse time of it than me," Tessie said. "Sick as a dog. Not me. So far, this is my easiest time of it yet. Okonkwo says we'll both deliver around the same time, too."

Jack gaped. "Oh, really?"

Tessie nodded. "Oh, yes. It was quite a surprise, I must say. But Bill and I are very much looking forward to the baby." She patted her stomach lightly.

Another baby. Tessie's baby, which was Bootstrap's, and she was going to have it around the same time Anamaria would have hers, which was Jack's… so one baby would be the son of the other's father's ex-lover, and the other would be the half-brother or sister of the of the ex-lover's son, who is the lover of the father of the baby the daughter would have…

Will glanced over at his lover and stepmother in time to see Jack keel over onto the deck.

The cat slid out from the captain's cabin and rubbed her cheek against the heel of Jack's prone boot.

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