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Title: Past the Map's Edge
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Will/Jack
Warnings: Slash.
Disclaimer: These characters are property of the WaltDisney corp, not me. They are used without permission. No money is made from this, no offense is intended.
The sea was a hard mistress, something Will Turner had learned at an early age. But if you were strong, she would give back far more than she took. He looked out at the horizon, adjusting the sail as the wind picked up again.
They would be in Tortuga before nightfall, Jack had promised. Then, he'd headed belowdecks for a midday nap, leaving Will to scan the horizon, waiting for the port to come in view.
Of course, that was assuming that Jack wasn't lying through his shiny gold teeth. Will wasn't holding out much hope of that. Not from the pirate.
Pirates generally were pirates because of a certain disdain for social conventions. Like how he spoke of Miss Swan--scandalous. In the day and night since their escape from Port Royal, Jack had made a point to tell him repeatedly how her body had felt, pressed against his in only her undergarments. How her nipples were dark, hard from the cold shock of the water.
It was indecent.
What was worse, is that secretly, Will enjoyed each retelling, his mind's eye painting the scene as vividly as the pirates coarse words. He closed his eyes, feeling his cock harden as he imagined it, imagined the dusky nubs, standing hard under his gaze.
And his mind went further, imagining the feeling of those hard peaks, pressing into his chest, as his lips would come down on her full ones--the thought stopped abruptly as a pair of dark, kohl-rimmed eyes swam into his view.
"Having a bit of a daydream?" Jack taunted, smile knowing.
"That's none of your concern," Will said quickly, turning away, face flaming. He didn't look back, even as he heard Jack moving behind him.
"About the bonny Elizabeth?"
"Don't call her that! You have no right to," Will snapped.
"Oh, I've hit a bit of a sore spot there, have I?"
Will jumped, feeling Jack's breath brush his cheek. He hadn't even heard the pirate move again. For all his staggering and flailing, Jack could move quickly when he needed to. "It's not proper."
"You're quite right, boy. It's not proper a'tall. Then again, neither is this." At the last word, Jack's arm snaked around Will, his palm landing squarely on his half hard cock, giving it a healthy squeeze.
Will jerked back, eyes wide. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I believe I'm trying to take care of that for you," Jack murmured.
"That's unnatural, vile! It's--"
"Yes, yes. Against the laws of man and God," Jack said dryly, making a wide, sweeping gesture as he stepped forward.
"Exactly," Will said, backing against the mast.
Jack raised one eyebrow. "You're forgetting one thing, boy. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, I don't answer to any laws."
And without a pause, he sank to his knees, right there on the deck, taking Will's breeches down with him.
"Jack," he said desperately, hearing the tremor in his voice.
Rough fingers found him, stroked him to full hardness with a gentle touch. "Yes, luv?"
"I--" Will's voice broke as he was suddenly surrounded by heat and warmth. "Oh God," he gasped, arching unwillingly as Jack sucked hard, tongue sliding along his length. "Jack-"
Jack lifted his head, dark eyes meeting Will's. "Don't be afraid, luv," he purred, wet finger sliding back, brushing over his entrance, teasing. "It feels good. It's okay."
Will closed his eyes, biting his lip hard. It was too good; the slick, wet glide of lips and tongue, the slow tease of those fingers. "Jack, please."
"That's it, Will," he murmured. "Just let old Jack take care of you."
As if he had a choice! Will clutched at the mast, holding himself upright. The finger was sliding into him, slow and easy. It was sinful, wrong. But it felt wonderful, heat running through his body, making it shake, shiver like he was cold.
The heat tightened, and he heard an odd sound coming from his throat, like a cat in heat. Then, it snapped, and he lost himself for a time, his hand buried in Jack's hair, wrapped in pure sensation as Jack's mouth worked his cock.
The world came back in stages, and he realized that Jack's hand was on his hip, holding him upright with surprising ease. A moment later, he heard Jack groan, felt the shudder, and he glanced down, not surprised to find him stroking his own cock.
Those dark eyes met his, roiling with dark heat, and he bit back another groan. Then, Jack stiffened, his bruised lips parting in a syllable that might have been Will's name.
Will turned his head away, looking out at the sea with tear brightened eyes as Jack came to his feet. "There, there, luv," Jack cooed, cupping his cheek.
Will jerked his head away without meeting his eyes. "That should not have happened," he said flatly, refastening his breeches. "It will never happen again."
Jack sighed softly. "You've got to get over these morals of yours, boy. They're going to get us both killed. But don't worry. It's forgotten. Nary a word will your bonny Miss Swan ever hear."
"Your promise?"
"Would I lie to you?" With a winning smile, Jack staggered towards the wheel. "Now, if you would trim the sails, the sooner we'll have your Elizabeth back."
"Miss Swan is not my anything," Will said.
"And that is why you're a fool," Jack said, pointing vaguely in Will's direction. "Mark my words, lad. Life is far too short to waste it on propriety."
"And with that attitude, it will be exceedingly short. Give my regards to the hangman, will you?"
"If you never take a risk, how will you ever know if you're still alive?" the pirate countered. "Some things are worth a hangman's noose, my boy. Some things are worth it." He gestured loosely. "Now, go below, and get yourself a nap. I'll need you when we get to port." With another wave of his hand, he turned back to the wheel, adjusting their course with a steady hand. When he glanced back, Will was gone. A smile touched Jack's face. Bootstrap's boy was going to make a hell of a pirate, he decided.
~*~Finis~*~
nilchance for this. So, yes. Enjoy!Title: Past the Map's Edge
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Will/Jack
Warnings: Slash.
Disclaimer: These characters are property of the WaltDisney corp, not me. They are used without permission. No money is made from this, no offense is intended.
The sea was a hard mistress, something Will Turner had learned at an early age. But if you were strong, she would give back far more than she took. He looked out at the horizon, adjusting the sail as the wind picked up again.
They would be in Tortuga before nightfall, Jack had promised. Then, he'd headed belowdecks for a midday nap, leaving Will to scan the horizon, waiting for the port to come in view.
Of course, that was assuming that Jack wasn't lying through his shiny gold teeth. Will wasn't holding out much hope of that. Not from the pirate.
Pirates generally were pirates because of a certain disdain for social conventions. Like how he spoke of Miss Swan--scandalous. In the day and night since their escape from Port Royal, Jack had made a point to tell him repeatedly how her body had felt, pressed against his in only her undergarments. How her nipples were dark, hard from the cold shock of the water.
It was indecent.
What was worse, is that secretly, Will enjoyed each retelling, his mind's eye painting the scene as vividly as the pirates coarse words. He closed his eyes, feeling his cock harden as he imagined it, imagined the dusky nubs, standing hard under his gaze.
And his mind went further, imagining the feeling of those hard peaks, pressing into his chest, as his lips would come down on her full ones--the thought stopped abruptly as a pair of dark, kohl-rimmed eyes swam into his view.
"Having a bit of a daydream?" Jack taunted, smile knowing.
"That's none of your concern," Will said quickly, turning away, face flaming. He didn't look back, even as he heard Jack moving behind him.
"About the bonny Elizabeth?"
"Don't call her that! You have no right to," Will snapped.
"Oh, I've hit a bit of a sore spot there, have I?"
Will jumped, feeling Jack's breath brush his cheek. He hadn't even heard the pirate move again. For all his staggering and flailing, Jack could move quickly when he needed to. "It's not proper."
"You're quite right, boy. It's not proper a'tall. Then again, neither is this." At the last word, Jack's arm snaked around Will, his palm landing squarely on his half hard cock, giving it a healthy squeeze.
Will jerked back, eyes wide. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I believe I'm trying to take care of that for you," Jack murmured.
"That's unnatural, vile! It's--"
"Yes, yes. Against the laws of man and God," Jack said dryly, making a wide, sweeping gesture as he stepped forward.
"Exactly," Will said, backing against the mast.
Jack raised one eyebrow. "You're forgetting one thing, boy. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, I don't answer to any laws."
And without a pause, he sank to his knees, right there on the deck, taking Will's breeches down with him.
"Jack," he said desperately, hearing the tremor in his voice.
Rough fingers found him, stroked him to full hardness with a gentle touch. "Yes, luv?"
"I--" Will's voice broke as he was suddenly surrounded by heat and warmth. "Oh God," he gasped, arching unwillingly as Jack sucked hard, tongue sliding along his length. "Jack-"
Jack lifted his head, dark eyes meeting Will's. "Don't be afraid, luv," he purred, wet finger sliding back, brushing over his entrance, teasing. "It feels good. It's okay."
Will closed his eyes, biting his lip hard. It was too good; the slick, wet glide of lips and tongue, the slow tease of those fingers. "Jack, please."
"That's it, Will," he murmured. "Just let old Jack take care of you."
As if he had a choice! Will clutched at the mast, holding himself upright. The finger was sliding into him, slow and easy. It was sinful, wrong. But it felt wonderful, heat running through his body, making it shake, shiver like he was cold.
The heat tightened, and he heard an odd sound coming from his throat, like a cat in heat. Then, it snapped, and he lost himself for a time, his hand buried in Jack's hair, wrapped in pure sensation as Jack's mouth worked his cock.
The world came back in stages, and he realized that Jack's hand was on his hip, holding him upright with surprising ease. A moment later, he heard Jack groan, felt the shudder, and he glanced down, not surprised to find him stroking his own cock.
Those dark eyes met his, roiling with dark heat, and he bit back another groan. Then, Jack stiffened, his bruised lips parting in a syllable that might have been Will's name.
Will turned his head away, looking out at the sea with tear brightened eyes as Jack came to his feet. "There, there, luv," Jack cooed, cupping his cheek.
Will jerked his head away without meeting his eyes. "That should not have happened," he said flatly, refastening his breeches. "It will never happen again."
Jack sighed softly. "You've got to get over these morals of yours, boy. They're going to get us both killed. But don't worry. It's forgotten. Nary a word will your bonny Miss Swan ever hear."
"Your promise?"
"Would I lie to you?" With a winning smile, Jack staggered towards the wheel. "Now, if you would trim the sails, the sooner we'll have your Elizabeth back."
"Miss Swan is not my anything," Will said.
"And that is why you're a fool," Jack said, pointing vaguely in Will's direction. "Mark my words, lad. Life is far too short to waste it on propriety."
"And with that attitude, it will be exceedingly short. Give my regards to the hangman, will you?"
"If you never take a risk, how will you ever know if you're still alive?" the pirate countered. "Some things are worth a hangman's noose, my boy. Some things are worth it." He gestured loosely. "Now, go below, and get yourself a nap. I'll need you when we get to port." With another wave of his hand, he turned back to the wheel, adjusting their course with a steady hand. When he glanced back, Will was gone. A smile touched Jack's face. Bootstrap's boy was going to make a hell of a pirate, he decided.
~*~Finis~*~
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Ah, Jack
Date: 2003-07-15 08:39 am (UTC)the bit about how Jack seemed to move swiftly when it was needed despite his apparent inability to stay upright the rest of the time was a very nice touch, because it's so damned true in the film.
Very well done, m'dear, not that I'm surprised in the least to see such fine work from you. Just happy to see it.
Re: Ah, Jack
Date: 2003-07-15 10:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-16 10:55 am (UTC)That said nice fic :-). There's something not quite pleasant about Jack, actually if you think about it exceptionally unpleasant considering that could have been classed as non-cons.
Will on the other hand kinda, I dunno, comes across as a little less innocent than maybe he would like others to believe, he wasn't exactly fighting hard was he? *g*
Anymore of the same floating around?
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Date: 2003-07-17 05:38 am (UTC)Will...Will is nowhere near innocent. And no, he didn't really fight. Didn't really do much protesting, either.
And as for more...we shall see.