Pirates of the Caribbean: The Prequel
The real ending of PotC, Curse of the Black Pearl and the start of Jack and Will's erotic adventures.
Pelaam: August 2007
Will Turner stood firm and determined in front of Norrington, effectively protecting the flamboyant pirate behind him. At his side stood Elizabeth, equally firm and determined for which Will was grateful. Will knew the adventure had changed him and, although she was still the same beautiful young woman on the outside, Elizabeth also had altered visions of the future. One of those unseen changes within the young man was the fact that the rock-solid feelings he'd had for Elizabeth were now on much more unstable ground. In fact he could say they were more akin to a ship sailing on storm-tossed seas. He'd found himself with hitherto unknown feelings when in the company of one Captain Jack Sparrow. Feelings Will had never experienced for another man and which left the young blacksmith confused. With Jack, Will had felt more alive, more...more everything. He could scarcely believe that he would seek out the exotic and enigmatic man over the beautiful woman he'd tried to woo, yet that was now the truth. Jack made him feel ...different ...alive... animated in ways Will had never known and could not comprehend. He knew Jack and Elizabeth had each cast glances at the other when Will was in one's company. But he hadn't understood those looks any more than he understood what it was he felt for Jack. Sometimes Will thought he saw Jack looking at him, yet if he turned, Jack's expression was always neutral and his hazel eyes elsewhere. Once or twice Will had been certain Jack was about to lay claim to his lips and then the moment passed, the fire in Jack's eyes vanishing as quickly as it had come. In his bed Will had begun to wonder what the darkly tanned skin of the older man would taste like, how Jack's dreadlocks would feel against his own smooth chest, what Jack's lips would feel like possessing him......Will pulled himself sharply back to the present. He was more confused than ever and now had the stirrings of arousal low in his belly. He was peripherally aware of Elizabeth's glance behind at Jack and then she seemed to move. Will could hear Jack's speech still going on, but before he could contemplate things further, a strong arm wrapped around his waist and both Jack and he were tumbling into the ocean.
"Jack? What..?" Will spluttered indignantly.
"Save yer breath for swimmin', whelp," Jack commanded, half dragging the younger man with him and towards his ship. He grinned, 'Pearl' looked magnificent as he swam, still pulling Will with him.
Aboard Jack's beloved ship, Will glared balefully at the equally bedraggled pirate as the crew welcomed their captain and immediately put out to sea. He stood as an island, isolated from those around him, whilst Jack sailed to and fro on the deck. Finally Jack came to lead Will aside.
"Jack, I must insist you tell me the meaning of this. I cannot be here. I should be...mmphh." The rest of Will's tirade was lost for eternity as Jack's lips closed over his. Will now had one answer to his questions. Jack's lips were soft and firm and tasted of rum and the sea.
Jack wasn't the fool that he often acted. It was a performance that usually ensured he was able to take his enemies by surprise. In this instance, not only had he taken a friend by surprise, but he also knew he had to play this situation very, very carefully. Too much, too quickly and the reserved young man would be lost to him. He'd been given an opportunity to make a dream reality and Jack had no intentions of failing.
"The greatest treasure I have ever found, Will Turner," Jack said, allowing honesty and truth to shine from his hazel eyes, "is ye." He took the unresisting lithe form in his arms and as Will's lips parted on a sigh, Jack immediately plundered the dark, wet depths. His tongue swept inside the virgin territory, tasting, teasing, learning every nuance of Will's mouth and only ceased its occupation when breathing became essential to both men. They leant together, panting heavily. Will was as sweet as Jack knew he'd be and the pirate was instantly addicted.
"Come with me, Treasure," he instructed, taking Will's hand and leading him below.
In Jack's cabin, Will's natural shyness and the reality of the situation both hit him simultaneously. He couldn't do this...not with a man...could he? He shuffled his feet, uncertain of what to do and how he felt.
"Will ye feel better if I lead ye, Treasure?" Jack asked, reaching to stroke Will's smooth, damp cheek with his knuckles. He smiled at the shy nod. "We need to get out of these wet things, luv. Savvy?" Jack encouraged. "There's nothing to be afeared of, Treasure. I swear I will not hurt ye."
Jack knew his skin lacked the perfection of that of the smooth, caramel coloured young man in his cabin, but his body still looked good. Subtly, Jack performed a striptease. He flexed his muscles, turning as he slowly divested himself of his wet clothing. He smiled as he turned away to unlace his breeches. Will was watching entranced and Jack wanted to keep it that way. He turned back allowing Will sight of the opulent fur at the base of his sex, and removed boots and stockings. Once again he turned away as he slowly pushed the breeches down his legs to the floor, bending in the process and giving Will an eyeful of his naked arse. His grin was wolfish at the soft gasp from behind him and he turned to present Will with sight of his semi-erect penis.
Will stood wide-eyed, open-mouthed and slack-jawed. He had barely time to truly register the fact that Jack had indeed presented his naked buttocks to him when he was faced with the sight of Jack's sex, slowly rising to greet him. His eyes became as wide as saucers as he took his first look at a penis that was not his own.
"'Twon't bite ye, Treasure," Jack said huskily. "'Tis no different from yer own." Jack closed the gap between them slowly so as not to unduly startle his young lover-to-be.
"'Tis very different," Will murmured unable to take his eyes from the lightly burnished rod that now stood proud from Jack's groin. "So big, so magnificent," he whispered innocently.
Jack frowned slightly. He knew the boy had little in the way of experience, but the reaction he was getting...He reached to caress Will's cheek.
"What knowledge of love-making have ye, Treasure?" he asked nuzzling into damp curls and starting to undo the buttons of Will's wet clothing. The crimson flush told Jack all he needed to know. He framed Will's flaming cheeks with large, calloused hands. "Shh, shh, soft, luv. 'Tis no shame to be untouched. Have ye any idea of the magnitude of the gift ye offer me, Treasure? How careful I must be with ye? Let me see ye, luv," he cajoled, working at revealing Will's skin to his gaze.
He worked with Will to denude the body he never expected to have in his arms. He'd seen Will's naked chest before but this was different. He bent to pay homage with his mouth to one coffee-hued disc and tiny nub and then the other to a gasp of delight from Will.
"Sweet," Jack breathed.
"Feels so good, Jack," Will moaned softly.
"May I?" Jack asked, reaching for the laces on the young man's breeches. At the shy nod, he guided Will to the bed and sat him down. He removed boots and stockings, sucking on each big toe...slowly...deliberately... to a low groan from the slender man. He lay Will down and encouraged trim hips to rise as he finally revealed the full splendour of the naked young man. The boy's jewels were as beautiful as the rest of his body; slim, slender and smooth and presently rosy-hued, hard and dripping.
"Jack," Will mewled the older man's name, wanting...needing...but unable to articulate.
