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I wrote this ages ago, but cannot find it on my journal, so I'm re-posting it here.
Title: A night with Capt’n Jack
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribbean
Pairing: Will/Jack UST
Rating: Adult
Words: 650
Summary: Will gets some alone time with his hand and thoughts of Jack.
After Elizabeth left Will lay down on his bunk. He couldn’t believe she had taken his medallion. The one memory he had left of his father. He had loved her all these years, and she had stolen from him and lied to him… Yet still he loved her and longed to kiss her. He thought of her lips and her hair, and the way her dress clung to her when she was wet, and he felt himself swell at the thought. His hand moved to the waist of his trousers and he reached in to touch himself. With sword in hand however, other thoughts intruded.
He saw Jack, wrists in shackles, long blade in hand, dancing before him. He tried to clear his mind and think again of Elizabeth, and for a moment her face floated before him. As soon as he returned to his rhythm however it was Jack who filled his head. Jack’s sword flashing in the light of the brazier, his own flashing back, as they danced towards and away from each other, back and forth across the smithy. Will’s excitement grew as he recalled the fight in closer and closer detail.
And yet, the closer he examined the memory, the more it began to change. He backed Jack into a corner and managed somehow to use his blade to pin one shackled wrist to the wall. Jack parried and Will’s shirt was torn. Chest heaving, Will used both hands to hold Jack’s sword hand up and away from his vulnerable naked flesh. This brought him so close to Jack that he could feel the heat coming off him. Jack suddenly wrenched his arm free and Will was sure he would be run through. Jack dropped his sword however, and used his free arm to pull Will even closer. Hip to hip, chest to chest, and Will’s lips were crushed against Jack’s own.
Will whimpered in his bunk, hand moving frantically in his trousers, thoughts of Jack’s mouth on his making him dizzy with desire.
Giving in to the fantasy now, Will had Jack naked in the cabin of the Interceptor, holding Will down, hands above his head, naked skin pressed against him, teeth biting and lips teasing him as Will lay there helpless beneath him. Will writhed and moaned and still Jack withheld the touch that would push him over the edge. Will’s own hands were stroking and pinching at his chest, mimicking Jack’s teasing.
Will was up against the captain’s wheel, Jack’s hand in his trousers while the other steered the ship. The wood bit into his back but all he felt was his cock in Jack’s rough hand. Eyes tightly shut Will could see Jack clearly, starlight behind him, moon illuminating his face as he pretended to ignore Will in favour of his compass. Will longed to kiss Jack, but he had been told to keep his back to the wheel and it would never do to disobey a captain’s order.
Jack sat in the captain’s chair, Will on his knees before him, tongue, mouth and hands working to bring Jack to climax. In his bunk Will could feel Jack’s hand in his hair guiding him, could feel Jack’s cock deep in his throat and in his fantasy he allowed his hand to stray to his own cock. It kept rhythm with his hand in his bunk and as Jack came in his head his own orgasm exploded from him.
Will lay spent and stunned. He expected thoughts of Jack to fade in the aftermath of his orgasm, but they clamoured forward and his head was filled with Jack’s smile, Jack’s lithe motion, Jack conniving, charming, cajoling, tricking, lying, manipulating, drinking, dancing, swinging from ropes and rafters, Jack kissing him as though his life depended on it. Will closed his eyes and drifted off to dream of Jack.
Title: A night with Capt’n Jack
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribbean
Pairing: Will/Jack UST
Rating: Adult
Words: 650
Summary: Will gets some alone time with his hand and thoughts of Jack.
After Elizabeth left Will lay down on his bunk. He couldn’t believe she had taken his medallion. The one memory he had left of his father. He had loved her all these years, and she had stolen from him and lied to him… Yet still he loved her and longed to kiss her. He thought of her lips and her hair, and the way her dress clung to her when she was wet, and he felt himself swell at the thought. His hand moved to the waist of his trousers and he reached in to touch himself. With sword in hand however, other thoughts intruded.
He saw Jack, wrists in shackles, long blade in hand, dancing before him. He tried to clear his mind and think again of Elizabeth, and for a moment her face floated before him. As soon as he returned to his rhythm however it was Jack who filled his head. Jack’s sword flashing in the light of the brazier, his own flashing back, as they danced towards and away from each other, back and forth across the smithy. Will’s excitement grew as he recalled the fight in closer and closer detail.
And yet, the closer he examined the memory, the more it began to change. He backed Jack into a corner and managed somehow to use his blade to pin one shackled wrist to the wall. Jack parried and Will’s shirt was torn. Chest heaving, Will used both hands to hold Jack’s sword hand up and away from his vulnerable naked flesh. This brought him so close to Jack that he could feel the heat coming off him. Jack suddenly wrenched his arm free and Will was sure he would be run through. Jack dropped his sword however, and used his free arm to pull Will even closer. Hip to hip, chest to chest, and Will’s lips were crushed against Jack’s own.
Will whimpered in his bunk, hand moving frantically in his trousers, thoughts of Jack’s mouth on his making him dizzy with desire.
Giving in to the fantasy now, Will had Jack naked in the cabin of the Interceptor, holding Will down, hands above his head, naked skin pressed against him, teeth biting and lips teasing him as Will lay there helpless beneath him. Will writhed and moaned and still Jack withheld the touch that would push him over the edge. Will’s own hands were stroking and pinching at his chest, mimicking Jack’s teasing.
Will was up against the captain’s wheel, Jack’s hand in his trousers while the other steered the ship. The wood bit into his back but all he felt was his cock in Jack’s rough hand. Eyes tightly shut Will could see Jack clearly, starlight behind him, moon illuminating his face as he pretended to ignore Will in favour of his compass. Will longed to kiss Jack, but he had been told to keep his back to the wheel and it would never do to disobey a captain’s order.
Jack sat in the captain’s chair, Will on his knees before him, tongue, mouth and hands working to bring Jack to climax. In his bunk Will could feel Jack’s hand in his hair guiding him, could feel Jack’s cock deep in his throat and in his fantasy he allowed his hand to stray to his own cock. It kept rhythm with his hand in his bunk and as Jack came in his head his own orgasm exploded from him.
Will lay spent and stunned. He expected thoughts of Jack to fade in the aftermath of his orgasm, but they clamoured forward and his head was filled with Jack’s smile, Jack’s lithe motion, Jack conniving, charming, cajoling, tricking, lying, manipulating, drinking, dancing, swinging from ropes and rafters, Jack kissing him as though his life depended on it. Will closed his eyes and drifted off to dream of Jack.
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