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Pirates of the Caribbean (2003) Norrington/Jack
all usual disclaimers apply
semi in context slash, after Jack's arrest, before the arrival of the Black Pearl
Rated R
Commander Norrington did not appreciate humiliation. Especially in front of Elizabeth. Especially a the hands of a pirate. There was something about Jack Sparrow… Something that did not sit well. He had a way of preying on the mind. Norrington felt perhaps he had better check on Jack. Make sure he was still safely locked away. And there might be some questions the ‘Captain’ could answer.
Norrington made his way to the jail via the back streets, telling himself that he did not want his men to think he was checking up on them. Best they thought he was at home asleep. There was no reason to concern them with this. Jack had manhandled Elizabeth. In her underclothes no less. She had held up bravely under the strain, but a word on the appropriate way to behave around a lady might be in order. A private word.
As Norrington made his way down the stairs into the cells he was relieved to see the prisoners were asleep. Did no harm to provide them with rum… He made his way to the door of Jack’s cell and opened it. He used the barrel of his pistol to prod Jack awake. Keeping the gun pointed at Jack’s head he beckoned him forward. Jack looked suspiciously at the open cell door and questioningly at Norrington. Lowering his gun to Jack’s chest Norrington leaned forward so his lips were next to Jack’s ear. “We need to have a little talk Jack.”
“Captain Jack. What is wrong with you people? It’s Captain Jack Sparrow.”
Norrington used his gun to prod Jack forwards, steering him up the stairs and down a corridor to a disused guards room. Once they were inside he locked the door and pocketed the key. Norrington pointed with the gun to the chair, indicating that Jack should sit, but Jack chose the bed instead. “You may sit on the chair Jack.”
Jack simply lay back and propped his crossed feet on the wall. “So what,” he asked with maddening distain, “are we talking about then?” Norrington’s rage boiled over then and, dropping his pistol on the table, he surged across the room towards Jack. His hands went around Jack’s throat and he shook him. Suddenly Jack’s leg was around his waist and he was tipped forward on top of his prisoner. He struggled but both Jack’s legs were around him now and Jack somehow had Norrington’s wrists pinned at his sides. The more he wriggled to get away the worse it got until he gave up and lay still. He was painfully aware of his erection which only served to deepen his humiliation at this position. Somehow, even with Norrington on top of him, Jack had the upper hand.
By focusing his energy Norrington managed to free one hand and used it to push himself up off of Jack as far as his trapped legs would allow. When he could look Jack in the eye he said, “Let me go.” Jack only raised his eyebrow in response and ran one booted foot up the inside of Norrington’s thigh. Norrington jerked his other hand free and tried to push himself up further. His legs were pinned to the bed between Jack’s however and he only succeeded in grinding his hard on more fully into Jack’s.
“I said, let me go.” But Jack had both hands on his ass now and Norrington gave up and gave in, ripping open Jack’s shirt to get at his chest. His hands explored the muscles there, and over Jack’s shoulders and arms and then Jack had freed one leg and, tipping Norrington onto his side, managed to divest him of his heavy coat and waistcoat. Norrington himself stripped off his shirt and they struggled with the waists of each other’s trousers. They gained access at the same time and each had the other’s cock in his hand. They struggled with and against each other, hands gripping, teeth biting, legs tangling and untangling until first Norrington and then Jack came, each as though against his will.
all usual disclaimers apply
semi in context slash, after Jack's arrest, before the arrival of the Black Pearl
Rated R
Commander Norrington did not appreciate humiliation. Especially in front of Elizabeth. Especially a the hands of a pirate. There was something about Jack Sparrow… Something that did not sit well. He had a way of preying on the mind. Norrington felt perhaps he had better check on Jack. Make sure he was still safely locked away. And there might be some questions the ‘Captain’ could answer.
Norrington made his way to the jail via the back streets, telling himself that he did not want his men to think he was checking up on them. Best they thought he was at home asleep. There was no reason to concern them with this. Jack had manhandled Elizabeth. In her underclothes no less. She had held up bravely under the strain, but a word on the appropriate way to behave around a lady might be in order. A private word.
As Norrington made his way down the stairs into the cells he was relieved to see the prisoners were asleep. Did no harm to provide them with rum… He made his way to the door of Jack’s cell and opened it. He used the barrel of his pistol to prod Jack awake. Keeping the gun pointed at Jack’s head he beckoned him forward. Jack looked suspiciously at the open cell door and questioningly at Norrington. Lowering his gun to Jack’s chest Norrington leaned forward so his lips were next to Jack’s ear. “We need to have a little talk Jack.”
“Captain Jack. What is wrong with you people? It’s Captain Jack Sparrow.”
Norrington used his gun to prod Jack forwards, steering him up the stairs and down a corridor to a disused guards room. Once they were inside he locked the door and pocketed the key. Norrington pointed with the gun to the chair, indicating that Jack should sit, but Jack chose the bed instead. “You may sit on the chair Jack.”
Jack simply lay back and propped his crossed feet on the wall. “So what,” he asked with maddening distain, “are we talking about then?” Norrington’s rage boiled over then and, dropping his pistol on the table, he surged across the room towards Jack. His hands went around Jack’s throat and he shook him. Suddenly Jack’s leg was around his waist and he was tipped forward on top of his prisoner. He struggled but both Jack’s legs were around him now and Jack somehow had Norrington’s wrists pinned at his sides. The more he wriggled to get away the worse it got until he gave up and lay still. He was painfully aware of his erection which only served to deepen his humiliation at this position. Somehow, even with Norrington on top of him, Jack had the upper hand.
By focusing his energy Norrington managed to free one hand and used it to push himself up off of Jack as far as his trapped legs would allow. When he could look Jack in the eye he said, “Let me go.” Jack only raised his eyebrow in response and ran one booted foot up the inside of Norrington’s thigh. Norrington jerked his other hand free and tried to push himself up further. His legs were pinned to the bed between Jack’s however and he only succeeded in grinding his hard on more fully into Jack’s.
“I said, let me go.” But Jack had both hands on his ass now and Norrington gave up and gave in, ripping open Jack’s shirt to get at his chest. His hands explored the muscles there, and over Jack’s shoulders and arms and then Jack had freed one leg and, tipping Norrington onto his side, managed to divest him of his heavy coat and waistcoat. Norrington himself stripped off his shirt and they struggled with the waists of each other’s trousers. They gained access at the same time and each had the other’s cock in his hand. They struggled with and against each other, hands gripping, teeth biting, legs tangling and untangling until first Norrington and then Jack came, each as though against his will.
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