PotC 6: Dangerous Waters
Captain Jack Sparrow sat downing his rum as the flabby, balding man sitting next to him prattled on. Jack absently mused that the adage about silk purses and sows ears was most appropriate. The man might have the money to be finely dressed, but as to personal hygiene, well, even pirates had their standards. Jack had long since stopped even pretending to be paying attention, but it seemed to have gone unnoticed. Once Jack had contracted to take him and his manservant aboard 'Pearl' for a ridiculous sum that Jack was now doubly gratified to have negotiated, he'd lost all interest in him. A hand touching his arm had him frowning at George Rider who now leant towards him and spoke in conspiring tones.
"Now there's a sight to get the juices flowing, Captain." The portly man spoke with a lascivious leer and licked his thick lips.
Jack half turned as one of the tavern's wenches sauntered past, but he barely registered her presence as his eyes riveted on the vision of loveliness heading in their direction. Dark curls restrained at the nape of a slender neck, deep brown eyes which were already locked with Jack's hazel orbs, and a slight smile played about the luscious lips. The slender body moved gracefully, a frilled white shirt tucked into tight breeches were set off by the red sash that so aptly matched Jack's bandana. Jack gave a bright, wide smile.
Had the older man not been so enthralled by the approach of his living treasure Will Turner, he might have seen that it had not been the tavern wench that had caught George Rider's avaricious eyes.
"Come and sit, Mr Turner," Jack said magnanimously. He stood, sketching an exaggerated bow and then indicated the place at his side between himself and his passenger. "Allow me to introduce you to Mr Rider who has purchased a passage on 'Pearl'. He'll be aboard for the next couple of days." Jack's hand fluttered carelessly in Rider's direction. "Mr Rider, here be Master Will Turner, First Mate and 'Pearl's' blacksmith"
Will's eyes followed Jack's hand and he regarded the man indicated, barely able to suppress his shiver of revulsion. The man's skin was covered in an oily sheen and his cheeks were reddened and blemished. His nose bulbous, the kind Will now associated with those who had spent their lives drinking excessively. His lips were like whale blubber, behind which were poorly tended discoloured teeth. However, it was not the physical appearance that had the young man so discomforted. Rather it was the greedy gleam in watery green eyes. Will had been on the receiving end of many such looks, looks of lust, and he felt the man's eyes slowly undressing him to linger pointedly at the young man's groin.
In Rider's mind, he already had the young man naked, on hands and knees begging for more as he ploughed into him. His eyes bored into the cloth covered groin hoping for some glimpse of the endowments hidden beneath without success. His eyes rose to meet Will's and he saw the flicker of apprehension, before the calm, confident façade was back in place.
"A pleasure indeed," he spoke in a nasally whine. As he extended his hand, his eyes again devoured the sight of Will's body.
Will dutifully sat as indicated, realising Jack would not have been able to see the byplay. He contented himself with sitting pressed as close as possible into his lover's side. Oblivious to Will's predicament, Jack dropped a hand to Will's thigh and squeezed gently. Will was grateful for the attention and focused away from Rider. He sighed as he felt the solid body of his older lover. He met Jack's eyes and smiled, silent communication passing between the two men.
Neither saw that Rider's eyes had noted the path of Jack's hand and how it navigated the expanse of toned thigh. Rider gave a mental smile. He had heard the rumours that Sparrow was one more for the men than the women and it seemed as though the young man at their table was one of the pirate's whores. He was certain that a small bag of gold coins would ensure he spent his journey in the company of a pretty boy.
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In their cabin, Will dismissed Rider from his mind. There was no reason to unduly worry his possessive mate. Jack would doubtless go storming, cutlass swinging, dreadlocks flying if Will gave any indication of Rider's behaviour. Instead the young man focussed on the feeling having Jack between his widespread thighs elicited. He gave a low groan as Jack's talented mouth laved at his sac before swallowing one orb then the other. Will panted wetly as Jack nibbled delicately at the base of Will's erect mast. Then Jack's tongue sailed across Will's shaved pubis, pausing occasionally to suck gently and leave a small mark of his passage. Will slid his arms under his knees, lifting and spreading himself as Jack delved deeper, the pirate's calloused hands cupping Will's nether cheeks and spreading him wider.
Jack gazed with pleasure and possession at the tiny pink portal displayed for his delectation. The older man was no fool, although he often acted as one. He'd noticed Will's discomfort in Rider's presence. For now he was going to bring joy to his Treasure and then find out what had disturbed him so. With a feral grin, Jack navigated across the small strait of skin between Will's sac and the entrance to his body. His tongue sailed around the small pucker waiting as it pulsed in silent invitation and then dived inside. He thrust into the velvet walls pressing his face hard against the toned buttocks relishing each and every incoherent plea and mewl Will made at the intimate ravishment. He released one cheek to fumble at his side and then an oil-slickened finger slid deep into Will's molten heat as Jack's tongue continued to lay siege to the stretched port. It took little time for Jack to have three fingers possessing Will's body, stroking expertly over his boy's sweet spot till Will begged to be filled by more.
"You, Jack, ah, ah, God, please, Jack. Take me, claim me, let me feel you."
"Just as ye wish, Treasure," Jack growled.
Jack slid his aching rod inside Will's prepared sheath and groaned as his flesh was enveloped in tight, wet heat. The slender channel grasped tightly at Jack's shaft and the older man pushed until he was fully docked, his sac pressed hard against his lover's.
"Mine, Will," Jack said his voice like dark silk. "Always, ever mine."
"Yours, Jack." Will panted. "Show me how much. Come inside me, love."
Jack's hands and teeth circumnavigated Will's body as his hips thrust hard and fast, pounding Will's hidden jewel without mercy. Will writhed and wailed as Jack assailed every sensual weakness of his lover. Teeth nipped and sucked at succulent, cinnamon nipples. His tongue caressed the large chocolate areola. His hands stroked the golden, silken skin.
Will wrapped his long legs around Jack's waist meeting every advance of Jack's hips with a countermove of his own. One arm held Jack's shoulder, the other anchored in the bigger man's dreadlocks. Each strike to his sweet spot sent dulcet bolts throughout Will's body and he became a creature of pure sensation, aware of nothing other than the man who brought his body to the pinnacle of release again and again. Finally his completion whirled like a maelstrom throughout Will's body. He convulsed in his pleasure, screaming Jack's name over and over as his release anointed their sweat-sheened bodies.
Jack knew he was getting close and refused to reach his zenith without his mate. He delved deeper, harder, faster, hips pistoning ruthlessly until he felt the tightness that heralded Will's imminent release. As Will's screams rent the air, they were harmonised by the roar of the pirate captain in his own climax. Pulse after pulse of wet heat flowed into Will's spasming channel and Jack was dimly aware of the moan of unbridled passion as he filled his young lover's body with liquid passion.
An eternity later Will came to his senses to feel Jack's tongue laving over his groin and chest as his mate cleaned all traces of Will's pearlescent seed. Will reached to stroke Jack's hair and Jack flowed gracefully to loom over the slender form. He leant down and Will moaned softly at the sweet, tender kiss Jack bestowed. Jack moved to hover over Will's left breast. He kissed it before sucking hard and leaving a mark of his possession.
"Ye like to wear my marks, Treasure?" Jack asked huskily.
"Yes, Jack," Will said quietly. "I like knowing I'm yours. I like others to know it, too."
