Chapter 4: Bathing Beauty
Will Turner knew Jack Sparrow was up to something, but the young man was at a loss to know just what the enigmatic captain and Will's adored lover was doing. They were currently in port and Jack had insisted the two of them spend the day ashore away from the 'Black Pearl'. Will was sitting in the tavern Jack had selected and where now the older man was negotiating an overnight stay with the innkeeper. Replaying the puzzling day in his mind, Will thought of Jack's mysteriously disappearing and reappearing, always ensuring his young love was protected by some of the crew in his absence. Will mentally confessed to enjoying time with two of the newer crew members, Roland and Josh. They had provided some entertaining diversions from Jack's strange behaviour, but to stay away from 'Pearl' and be willing to pay when the ship was just in the harbour had Will more than just puzzled; he was getting worried.
Jack caught the look of his young lover turn from confusion to concern and he gave a growl of discontent. Staying away from his ship overnight had not been a part of Jack's plans. Now the pirate captain would have to find ways and means of distracting Will to stop the serious blacksmith-cum-pirate worrying unnecessarily. Giving the beautiful boy one of his best smiles, Jack held out his hand. Will's more slender hand reached out and Jack clasped it tenderly and pulled the unresisting form close to his bulkier body.
"Let's have an early night," he husked into a small ear.
Despite his confusion, Will could not suppress the shiver of anticipation as the words caressed him like dark silk. Jack's arms slid around his waist and Will felt a familiar tightening in his groin. Although he didn't see any of the 'Pearl's" crew, he was sure there would be two nearby, ready to defend him and Jack if the need arose. He allowed himself to be led to the room he and Jack would share, determined to get some answers from his inscrutable mate before desire clouded his thinking.
As they entered the room, Will heard Jack lock the door behind them and as he turned to speak, he found himself swung easily in strong arms and pinned up against the door. His lover's hard body pressed against him and Jack's mouth plundered his own. The older man's tongue proprietarily invading and pillaging the warm wet cavern until Will was barely able to breathe. He could feel Jack's arousal grinding into his crotch and he moaned at the intimate caress despite the restrictions of two pairs of breeches.
"Need ye, Treasure," Jack's voice was low and husky, further evidencing his arousal as he ground shamelessly against the slighter man.
Their clothes were removed with almost indecent haste and hands and mouths strived to touch skin to skin. Jack laid his young lover on the small cot and knelt between spread legs. He caught hold of each smooth thigh and pressed the honey coloured limbs out and back and displayed the aroused boy to his predatory stare. He licked his lips appreciatively at the sight of the rosy erection and pink portal; the portal that was Jack's personal gateway to paradise. He kissed the inside of each knee and then placed open-mouthed kisses up each leg. His tongue lapped along the crease of each thigh and groin tasting the tang of sweat and musk that were overlaid by the natural sweetness of his lover. He nuzzled against the trimmed curls at the base of Will's alluring shaft. Jack had recently discovered a fetish for shaving his boy intimately and presently, much of Will's pubis was smooth.
He moved to lave at the hairless sac, bathing its velvety texture with his tongue. Dipping lower, he sought to harbour his slick muscle in Will's nether port, probing and delving, testing its defences until his tongue breached its tightness.
Mewling softy at the loss of Jack's wickedly talented tongue in his most private place Will found his lips captured by his older lover. As the kiss ended, Will gasped at the dual sensation of Jack's teeth on a coffee coloured nipple and an oil-slick finger sliding into his body. One of Will's hands fisted in his lover's dreadlocks, the other in the bedding as Will arched and undulated raising his chest to receive more loving attention to his breasts and bearing down on the finger that delved inside him. He moaned as Jack moved to pleasure his other nipple and a second finger entered him, stretching and scissoring, readying his slender channel to accept Jack's long hard length. He gave an impassioned cry of Jack's name before descending into incoherent murmurs as a third finger entered him, stroking his hidden jewel with practiced ease. As the fingers finally withdrew, Will softly cried his loss only to feel the broad head of Jack's sex nudge at his port.
Jack draped the younger man's legs over his shoulders and pressed up against the harbour he wished to enter.
"Love you, Jack," Will's voice whispered. His deep brown eyes, filled with an irresistible mixture of adoration and arousal, locked with Jack's hazel orbs ablaze with passion.
"Love ye, Treasure," Jack growled as he slid into slick, searing heat. "So good, love," he gasped. "So tight."
"Love me, Jack," Will pleaded.
Only Will saw the real Jack Sparrow and not the façade of an amiable, often drunk, pirate. It was a mask Jack wore with ease to hide his true self and it was a disguise that had worked well for him. As such he was able to detect a note of fretfulness in the beloved voice of the beautiful boy writhing beneath him. He cursed himself for worrying Will, knowing that the younger man could still feel insecure in the pirate's world, especially with the reputation for fickleness that Jack had.
"Always, Will," Jack vowed using the younger man's given name. "I will always love ye. Ye are my sun by day and my stars at night. Your love is the harbour that shelters my heart. 'Twould be a dark lonely place, this world, without ye. Never doubt that I love ye."
"Show me," Will moaned, the words dispelling some of the disquiet that had assailed him. He canted his slender hips to ensure his willing portal held fast to Jack's throbbing vessel. "Show me your love."
With a groan, Jack rocked himself in the hot, tight haven. Sinking his length deeper into Will's body, he pressed fervent kisses along the arched expanse of fragile flesh at Will's throat. As he came to rest fully submerged in his mate he sucked, biting down on the succulent morsel to raise a banner to proclaim this boy was his. Heart, body, soul, he knew they each belonged to the other. The greatest treasure Jack would ever have was the love of the man whose arms and legs now gripped him so tightly and whose body seemed to have been made to fit him so perfectly.
Jack felt the evidence of Will's desire between their bellies and wanted to pleasure his boy. He began to undulate slowly, barely moving his shaft in the slender channel. He ducked his head to suckle at a perfect, cinnamon nub. He grazed it carefully, nipping gently as he brought it to an aching pebbled peak. He felt Will's body rise and fall with his own movements, a hand anchored in his dreadlocks, the other caressing his arms and back. His mouth trailed across the smooth chest to latch onto the neglected nipple to love it ardently. He pulled his hips back until just the head of his arousal was in Will's port before thrusting deep inside. He felt Will's muscles ripple around him as he held still and clamp more tightly as he struck the hidden jewel. Using his skill as a lover, Jack brought Will to the edge of ecstasy time and again until the younger man begged for release. Jack sped up his thrusts his hips pistoning hard. He pinned Will's arms above his head, kissing and licking at the sweat sheened face, neck and shoulders.
