The Pirate Way 100B

The Pirate Way

Part 100B

Posted: September 2004
Title: The Pirate Way
Author: Haleth

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The (Obligatory) Happy Ending Part 2

"Aye, aye, Captain," Will said.

The dizzying rush of blood to Jack's groin almost upended him. It was the voice. Soft, but with a growl lurking beneath it. 'Captain', he'd said. Aye.

Will stood stark naked by the side of the bed, hands twitching at his sides, cock bobbing in the air as it filled and swelled, and really was the loveliest cock Jack had ever seen. Tension showed in every part of Will's body, from trying to anticipate Jack's next move but being unable to: it rose until Jack could see the muscles ripple under the smooth skin of Will's stomach.

Jack eyed the bundle on the table. None of that was really necessary, was it? He could just toss Will on the bed and they could fuck the way they always did, and they would both be most satisfied. No real need to complicate matters.

But then Will took a single step forward and reached up, gripped the beam above his head. His eyes were bright. He licked his lips deliberately. "Captain?" he asked, voice scarcely betraying his apprehension. Will shifted, spread his legs as wide as he could without having to go up on his toes. "Is this... acceptable?"

Well.

Fuck me, Jack thought.

Will spread his arms a bit wider as well, and the resultant striation of chest muscles was almost enough to make Jack whimper. Except that wouldn't be very captain-like now, would it?

"Quite acceptable, Mr. Turner," Jack murmured.

Under normal circumstances he might have barked it out so it sounded authoritarian, commanding-ish. But naked Will Turner splayed out and on display, like some sacrificial offering, did not, under any interpretation of the term, count as 'ordinary' circumstances. In fact, were this to occur every single night for the rest of Jack's life - and he hoped it would be a very long life - it could never become even remotely ordinary.

"More than acceptable," he added, steeping close enough for their breath to mingle. "In fact, it could be the most stunning thing I've ever seen." And he waited for the blush to travel up Will's cheeks.

But it didn't.

Will gave a cheeky smile, instead, and let out a short sigh. Relief.

"You had me worried. I thought, maybe... the thing with Elizabeth..."

Ah, now there was the blush. A delicate hint of pink on the upper curve of his cheek. So, the wench could make Will blush but Jack couldn't. Jack would have to do something about that, now, wouldn't he?

"Mr. Turner, the 'thing' with Elizabeth is over and done with. It is the 'thing' with me to which you should direct your full attention."

A quick, light but sharp tap on his erect penis closed Will's eyes and made him bite his lip to stop a moan.

There was the blush. No mistaking it - the blush of a man who knows he's been caught out. That had nothing to do with Elizabeth. That was for Jack, and Jack alone.

Jack reached blindly behind his back, unwilling to take his eyes off the glorious, golden flesh stretched out in front of him. The first item he clasped was a length of soft, cotton rope. Very expensive it had been, and difficult to procure. But he couldn't have rough hemp scratching at Will's delicate wrists and ankles.

He looked up at Will's wrists. Not delicate. The skin was delicate, as all skin was. But the wrists themselves were as strong as steel. Something Jack was counting on.

He held the rope in one hand and groped back with the other. Perfect. A length of silk fabric. All reservations about the need for such accoutrements were overcome by his desire to see Will Turner trussed up and writhing on the bed, helpless and so very, very beautiful.

Jack watched Will's eyes open wide when the twisted red silk slid between his parted lips.

"Do you trust me, luv?"

Will nodded, eyes still wide.

"Here's another bit of silk." Jack pushed the scrap of blue into Will's hand. "If you can't breathe, or if you need me to stop..." Jack hated the idea of that happening, but he needed things to be fair. "Just drop it, you understand?"

Will closed his fist around the blue silk. Tightly. Knuckles pressed against the beam, both hands high over his head.

"I need to keep you quiet, like. Can't have the whole ship know what's going on. We were too loud the other night, you see..." Jack ran his fingers down Will's side. Trembling flesh under his fingertips.

"You were too loud. Enjoying yourself too much, luv. I thought for a moment that was what you wanted all the time..." It's such fun to tease, Jack thought to himself. A thumb brushes there, juncture of thigh and groin, where the hair is sparser, where his skin is oh-so-delicate, and his hips twist, shimmy, despair when the thumb moves away again.

"I thought I'd have to go ashore every night and find you a woman to fuck..."

Will was shaking his head furiously.

"A nice warm cunt for you to tuck yourself into every night."

Will's fingers began to unclench, threatening to drop the blue silk before things had even begun.

"But then I realized that Elizabeth was just a little extra, nothing more. Extra taste, not the main course."

Will nodded. Profusely. Sweat on his forehead, eyebrow crease dark and deep, blinking the anxiety back.

"And now I know that what you really liked about it was..."

Will was holding his breath, grasping the silk again, veering toward Jack with or without permission.

Jack ducked his head down and took a brown nipple between his lips. He nipped lightly, enjoying the stifled grunt from above, and trailed his lips up firm chest to neck, up the side of the neck to the straining jaw line. Up close, he could see Will's teeth sinking into the red silk. The gag was for his own good - he'd be doing himself some damage without the cushioning. Jack licked the corner of Will's mouth, across his cheek and breathed lightly into Will's ear.

"... my tongue fucking your arse," he finished his sentence in a rasping voice.

Will's whole body shuddered. Delightful.

Jack let the rope dangle and tickle Will's thigh. "And now, dear Mr. Turner, I must complete a task I have attempted on numerous occasions, a task which your delightful squirming," flick of the fingertip against dripping cockhead, "and wicked words have distracted me from too often to count, thus I feel compelled to immobilize and silence you, so as not to be interrupted..." He dragged the rope up Will's side, across his shoulders, up to one wrist. "Do I make myself clear?"

Will nodded. Then shook his head. Then thrust his hips forward so his cock butted against Jack's hip in answer.

Good enough for Jack.

Jack fed the rope under the mattress, grabbed more rope from the table, and repeated the exercise twice more. Will allowed himself to be led to the bed, laid out on his stomach with his legs and arms spread, ankles and wrists extended to the edges of the bed. Jack tied the ankles and wrists, double-checked to make sure the soft cotton wouldn't cause any harm.

Will stayed perfectly still, moving only when Jack told him to lift a limb or turn his head. The third rope coiled around Will's waist twice and was tied securely. Will tensed a bit for that one.

"It's the hip-bucking, luv. It distracts me, like. Can't get me work done, savvy? Have to keep you still, even if it does complicate matters, what with those bits of skin covered by the rope. But I aim to complete the task tonight, Will. And this time I'm really going to do it.

"I'm going to lick every single succulent inch of your body..."

Will pulled at the ropes, but his hand still clenched the blue silk. Jack sat back and studied sweat-glistened muscles dance in the lamplight. "Tsk, tsk, all that struggling won't do. You'll distract me." Jack raised his hand, hesitantly at first but not for more than a second. Even though Will wasn't looking at him, Jack could tell he knew what was coming, so that made it all right. He let his hand fly, and the smack of his palm against Will's rump sounded oddly loud in the cabin, because he and Will weren't making any other noise, seeing as they'd both stopped breathing at the same time.

Jack watched the imprint of his hand glow white, then bloom fresh pink, in contrast to the pale but still golden skin around it. Bloody hell. That made Jack's cock ache. Seriously ache, as if he was a hair's breadth away from spending. He took a deep breath to calm himself.

Will was perfectly still for a few seconds, and then he strained against the ropes so hard he lifted the mattress a few inches off the bed.

More? I'd be delighted, Jack mused. Very well. And he let loose a flurry of blows against Will's arse and the backs of hard thighs until Will was gasping for air around the gag and delicious sweat streamed down his back, across his reddened arsecheeks, into the dark crease between.

Lick it up, a voice in Jack's head told him. So he did. It would complicate his plans. Obviously, the best way to complete a task is systematically. He'd planned to start at the top and work his way down, so he would be sure not to miss anything. But he could start in the middle; adaptability is the key to being a successful captain.

He swept his tongue over heated skin, tasted salt and Will and everything good. Licked beneath the pink globes of his arse first, the crease between thigh and arse, around the luscious curves, up over hips, down the middle. Jesus, but he loved the feel of those hairs under his tongue, coarse and straight, musky taste increasing the further down he went.

He stopped short of the hole. That he would save for last. He continued south, licked down Will's tender thighs, nipped at the backs of his knees. Normally, that would have Will thrashing and giggling and begging to be fucked, but now he lay still, panting, sweating, completely passive. Jack worked his way to the first ankle and laved the bony protrusions. Out of the corner of one eye, he saw Will's toes curl.

So sweet. So helpless. So fucking perfect.

He took his time, licking in slow, steady strokes from heel to toe. Ending each stroke by sucking a toe between his lips and swirling his tongue around the tip of it. Worming his tongue between the toes, enjoying every hitched breath and twitch of muscle.

By the time he'd finished both feet, Will was making slow, circular motions with his hips, as best he could with the rope tight around his waist, humping his cock between his body and the mattress.

That was permissible. In fact, Jack found he fancied it quite a bit. The way Will's arse muscles contracted when he pressed his groin down, and the way he was trying to do it surreptitiously, which was absurd - it was all so heavenly. Maybe Will wasn't aware he was doing it. Maybe it was happening of its own accord, and Will wasn't resisting the desire to grind because he, Jack knew, just wanted to survive the licking of his whole body intact, and if humping the bed mindlessly was required to do that, well, he'd surrender his dignity for however long it was necessary.

Jack moved back to the waist and worked his way up. Will went still, even at the groin, by the time Jack was licking his way across broad shoulders. Jack had to stop for a water break. He offered some to Will, who shook his head and whimpered. Back to the shoulders, then. Bronzed from the sun. Hardened from work. Sculpted to perfection.

Jack felt compelled to lick around Will's left shoulder and dip his tongue down into the thatch of dark hair under his arm, knowing full well what the result would be. As expected, Will thrashed, if the few inches he could move here and there could be called thrashing. Always so sensitive there, he was.

"I could fuck you, under your arm..." Jack teased and gave another lick. "...again."

Will turned his head so he was facing Jack. His eyes were wild, wide, witless.

But Jack noticed how tightly he held the blue silk in the hand on the other side of the bed.

He tongued his way back, away from Will's face, along the length of sinuous arm, paying close attention to the inside of his elbow, the veins standing out sharply under Jack's probing tongue. Sucked the tender skin. Hmm, Will liked that when he was tied up on the bed, it seemed. Jack nibbled his way along the cords of Will's forearm and licked his wrist. Palm. Knuckles. Sucked the index finger into his mouth.

Will closed his eyes, and his whole face went slack. The thrusting of his hips started up again. Jack could almost hear a storm outside, even though the sea was a calm as a looking glass. No, he *could* hear the storm, and smell Will's fresh vanilla and nutmeg scent from a night years before, over three years before, and hear Will's anxious panting, and feel Will's body calm as he kissed and sucked each digit, painstakingly, lovingly. He didn't dare dream, back then in the hold of the Interceptor, that he would ever have this magnificent man willingly bound to his bed. But he remembered calming Will by kissing his hands, the way Will leaned into him, so passive, so perfect.

It had the opposite effect now. Will humped against the bed frantically.

"Now, Mr. Turner, no spilling on the bed without permission..."

One finger straightened from the fist holding the silk.

"I have to maintain discipline on my ship."

A second finger straightened.

"Mr. Turner, this is mutiny..."

A third.

Jack bit his lip. Will was not cooperating.

The thumb wavered, and the blue silk was being held in place by a pinkie.

"Very well," Jack announced, making up his mind. If there was no way to stop Will from peaking, he might as well make it special. "If you insist..." He turned abruptly and dove down between Will's legs, nose pressed against fragrant bollocks, tongue plunged as far as he could toward the damp, dark opening. Will vibrated beneath him, legs straining to spread wider.

Jack planted his hands on firm arse cheeks and spread them, opening up the musky hole even more. Will grunted. Jack ran his tongue in circles around the puckered skin, wriggled his tongue inside the tightness, flattened his tongue and licked across the opening. Will made high-pitched noises. They might have been shrieks, if it weren't for the gag. Jack went back to fucking, over and over, until Will went tense and slack all at once.

There truly was nothing on earth or ocean quite like this, Jack thought to himself. Nothing like the feel and taste and smell and sheer ecstasy of Will Turner's arse squeezing your tongue while he's reaching his peak. Something he was infinitely thankful that no one else had ever experienced... nor would they.

The groan that forced its way out around the gag was one of extreme relief. Jack chose to ignore it, and lapped his way up the far side of Will's torso, under his arm, across to the opposite wrist, with his body resting across Will's. Will sank into the bed, accepting Jack's weight without resisting.

Jack used his tongue to stuff the loose rag back into Will's hand, licked around knuckles insistently until the fingers tightened around the cloth again. That was better.

Now, what was left on this side? Jack lapped at Will's damp cheek. Was that the taste of tears or sweat? He wasn't sure; Will's eyes were closed, mouth lax. He took advantage of Will's weakened state to untie him and flip him over. Jack was fairly sure he'd finished the backside. He pulled off his own shirt and spread it over the warm, wet spot on the sheet before gently settling Will's still-pink rump on it. He retied the ropes carefully, and tested them. Slipped his trousers off.

He couldn't tell if the air on his cock was a good thing or a bad thing. The freedom of movement was a welcome change to the tight confines of his clothes. But the way, no matter how he sat, that his cock gravitated toward Will, begged to touch him, yearned for contact... it was more than distracting. He dragged the head across Will's forearm, just to see what sort of response he would get.

Will moaned, and opened his eyes. Dazed. Lust-filled but dazed. Perfect.

"Time for the front," Jack grinned.

Will shook his head weakly.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Turner. Every," he kissed Will's forehead, "last," he kissed Will's chin. "inch." Jack nibbled down Will's neck.

The fore was as exquisite as the aft, Jack already knew, but he had his reasons for choosing this order. Time to be methodical. If he were not methodical, he would miss something and fail, once again, at his task. Jack distracted himself by trying to remember every detail of the first time he'd attempted an all-body lick. Ah, yes, the first night Will ever sat on his cock. He hadn't got nearly this far that time.

It was refreshing, to discover things like that anew. Jack hadn't thought of the act of someone sitting on his cock as novel in years. But for Will it had been a revelation: a new way one could be fucked. Made Jack feel young again whenever they tried something new like that. Didn't matter how many times he'd done it or it had been done to him before, it was so different when he did it with Will. So much better.

Jack was back at his task, licking his way past knees to shins, alternating from leg to leg, a few inches on one side then switch, down to ankles, across the browned tops of feet. He'd already done the rest of the feet. He skipped back up to knees and firm inner thighs and quivering quadriceps and flat hips. Up the sides, back and forth following the contours of ribs.

Stopping at nipples. Stopping for *some time* at nipples.

Will was so incredibly sensitive in the nipples, Jack thought. Some men weren't. Will was. How very fortunate.

Jack finished off the top of the chest and the neck, with a few minutes spent tracing the exquisite lines of his collarbones in loving detail. That left the stomach and groin. Excellent planning, he thought, congratulating himself on his delicious strategy.

Will was starting to buck again, thrusting his hips mindlessly. With his waist tied down to the bed, he had to roll his hips up, which gave shape to every muscle in his belly, made every contour stand out in outrageously sharp relief. Jack was rendered motionless for a moment.

Will's cock was thickening once more, his bollocks tightening. He looked as if wanted another release, and soon. Jack pressed him to the mattress with hands splayed over hipbones.

Time for the stomach. A treasure of its own category. Hard muscles. Long lean lines. Delectable navel. Soft, teasing hairs. Jack kissed reverently. He licked hungrily. He lapped at the taste of sweat and Will and Will's semen from earlier. Lovely combination, Jack thought. But not quite as good as fresh from the source, but a delicacy nonetheless. And such a challenge, to lick at all that perfect belly skin without touching the cock. The cock that was bumping against the side of Jack's face insistently, and leaving a trail of clear, sticky moisture tingling on Jack's cheek.

Jack straddled Will's thighs and sat upright. Danced his fingers over Will's tight belly.

"Did I get everything?" he asked.

Will shook his head.

"I missed something?"

Will nodded rapidly.

Jack scratched lightly over Will's stomach, considering. Pondering. Having a thought.

"I've lost my patience," Jack concluded.

Will's eyes grew huge.

Jack raised up on his knees. He reached for the shelf, above Will's head. There sat a perfectly innocent-looking bottle of oil. Jack popped the cork out easily with his thumb, aimed above Will's cock. He let the oil drizzle down.

Will hissed through the gag.

Jack shifted forward, so fast Will didn't have more than a second to prepare for the heat. Or the pressure. Or the sight of Jack's eyes closing tight as he impaled himself on Will's cock.

"Missed a spot..." Jack groaned.

Will took in a harsh breath.

"...with my tongue, anyway..."

Will made a high-pitched whine.

"Failed again. Guess I'll have to try again another time..."

Will trembled. Just trembled, all over.

Jack leaned back, stretched his arms, and pulled on the ropes, expertly. There was something to be said for long hours spent practicing knots. One could learn to tie exquisitely firm knots, from which none could escape, yet which could be untied with a flick of the wrist.

Once Will's ankles were free, he bent his legs up, pushing Jack back to an upright position. Fine, Jack could understand that. He'd leaned back pretty far, and the angle must have been infuriating.

Jack reached down to untie the rope from Will's waist. Will tilted his pelvis up, so Jack could unwrap the coils, but that put him inside Jack at such an angle that Jack's hands fumbled and he couldn't concentrate. He lifted himself up a bit by tensing his thighs, easing the pressure a mite, and managed to untie Will's middle. He rested back down on Will's cock.

The thighs nudged him forward; Jack flicked the wrist ropes open.

Two large, strong, calloused hands gripped his hips instantly. Lifted him. Lowered him. Jack's head rolled back. "Fuck, yes," he growled. Will inside him, Will filling him, Will fucking him - that was what was perfect.

He rocked forward and untied the gag, pulled the sodden cloth from Will's mouth, clasped his hands behind Will's head, fingers tangled in damp, soft hair.

Will curled up.

They were face to face.

Jack's cock was painfully hard, pressed between their abdomens, rubbing on sweat-slicked skin and maddening hair, Will's hard muscles pressing it against Jack's. Will's hands kept Jack moving up and down, a punishing pace. Jack let himself be lifted and slammed down, let his head roll back, let his fingers entwine in curls, felt hot lips and an even hotter tongue sweep across his collarbones, up his neck. He swung his head forward and met them with his open mouth.

Why had he not allowed himself to be fucked for all those long years? No wonder he'd been lonely, never finding what he really wanted. No wonder he was always searching every port, every ship and crew, for something new. He'd found entertainment and amusement and distractions. He'd been relaxed and pleasured and delighted. He'd been drunk, debauched and decadent. He might have been temporarily satisfied a few times. But he'd always been looking for more. More treasure. Something that would make him feel complete. Someone who would make him forget the bad things and only want the good.

And he'd found him.

In a smithy.

And he'd yearned for him, over years. Wooed him for what felt like centuries. Never regretting a moment spent, not feeling as if a second of it had been wasted in any way... except for the two years between falling in love and finally finding that love again. In a smithy. Well, a brothel, to be highly accurate. But Jack preferred to think he'd rediscovered his love in the smithy, when he kissed Will and tasted him and found he tasted just the same after two years, only better. And now he tasted just the same but infinitely better, because he was Jack's.

Will gasped for breath. "Only you," he panted. "Only you, Jack."

Jack tried to make a coherent noise of agreement.

"I love fucking you. I love you fucking me. I want you to be mine forever."

That made total sense. It was, in fact, exactly what Jack would have said, if he'd been capable of speech.

Then Will stopped fucking him, stopped moving him up and down, stopped thrusting his own hips in time. Sat perfectly still, staring into Jack's eyes, swirling chocolate framed by perfect lashes. Jack stared back, black eyes huge, kohl smudged beyond repair or care.

They stared forever.

"I love you," Will whispered.

Jack couldn't answer, because he was too busy exploding. His cock gave a mighty pulse and his seed jetted out over Will's belly. His arsehole, stretched and filled so perfectly by Will's cock, clenched tight enough to make Will's breath stop, and he fell forward with his face buried in Will's hair.

Will groaned and throbbed and spilled deep inside Jack.

But he was not so far gone that he didn't hear Jack, whispering frantically next to his ear. "I love you, Will, I love you."

* * *

Jack opened his eyes and saw Will's cock, just a few inches away from his chin. How the hell? Oh, yes, after that first, incredible fuck, they'd had a bit of a rest, and then... he looked down at his wrists. The red marks were fading already, but he could still feel the ropes. Lord, what a memory. Will riding him, tugging on the ropes, taking him so deep inside... and then, on the table. Why had Jack been on the table? Oh, yes, Will put fresh sheets on the bed. They'd soaked them thoroughly. On the table, with the quill. And the mango... that took a while to clean up. Lick up. And then back on the bed and... oh. So that's why he was lying the wrong way around. Every muscle ached deliciously, Jack thought.

A movement caught his eye - Will's cock getting hard. Impossible. What was that boy thinking of now? And, of course, Will's cock getting hard made Jack's cock get hard.

He shifted down to the foot of the bed and laid a chaste kiss on the top of Will's right foot. It jumped under his lips. A hot tongue curled around his own big toe. Then he felt hands on his hips, turning him around. Face to face. Cock to cock.

"Good morning," Will said in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Indeed."

* * *

Jack stepped up to the railing and looked out at the sea, sparkling blue and endless. He looked over the Black Pearl, shipshape and ready to sail as far as he wanted, as long as he needed her to. He smelled the freedom in the fresh salt air. He saw Will standing on the deck beside him, with the wind in his hair, eyes squinting just slightly in the sun. Just enough to bring out a hint of the brow crease Jack had fallen in love with first, right before he fell in love with the rest of him. Whether he was concentrating or worried or squinting into the sun, it made Will even more beautiful. But perhaps not as beautiful as he was when the crease was gone and Will was sleeping peacefully in Jack's arms.

Crease or no crease. It was a tough call, but Jack would be happy to spend the rest of his life debating the question.

The wind blew Will's hair back, and the salt air made it curl. Jack wanted to play with the ringlets, pull them straight between his fingers and watch them bounce back. He wanted to rub his face in the softness. He wanted to revel in Will forever.

Will looked relaxed and healthy and, Jesus, but the lad looked good all over. Strong and fit. Shirt open, showing a lickable chest; sleeves rolled up, showing kissable forearms; trousers fitting snugly, showing the finest arse on the ocean. All Jack's, to savour and fondle and treasure.

But the important thing was that Will looked happy.

Will turned to look at Jack. "And what has you in such a fine mood this evening, Jack?"

"I was just pondering. What would a fine, upstanding young man such as yourself be wanting with an old, dissolute pirate like me, eh?"

Will grinned. "I think you answered that question last night, 'Captain'."

Jack didn't even try to wipe the stupid smile from his face.

"And this morning..."

Jack licked his lips. He let his hand wander to Will's hip, across his back to the other hip, pulling his lover close.

"But you failed, Jack."

Jack froze.

"Every square inch, you said. You missed a few."

Jack tightened his fingers around the curve of Will's waist.

"A few crucial inches."

"I'll have to try again."

"I don't think you'll ever manage."

"Don't you mean, you won't let me manage?"

Will shrugged. "I can't help it if I distract you so much."

No, he couldn't, could he?

"What do you say to sailing the oceans for a life time, pirating swag from rich people, freeing as many slaves as possible, taking shore leave, having a few tavern brawls, scaring the odd upright citizen, visiting the family when the opportunity presents itself, corrupting whatever soldiers or sailors we can entice to join the crew, and spending every single night with me in my cabin, naked and sweating, and every now and then I'll try to lick every inch of your body without interruption... how does that sound for a plan, eh?"

Will wrapped an arm around Jack's shoulder. "Sounds like the pirate way."

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