Pirates of the Caribbean Ch. 06

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."

"If anyone else were to touch ye, love, they'd spend the short time they had left on this earth regretting it and fearing the vengeance of Jack Sparrow."

Will gazed into Jack's eyes and saw the truth therein, this was no idle threat.

"No one but you has ever touched me, love," Will assured. "Although there are those who look."

"Mr Rider among them?" Jack asked with a deep feral growl. "Never hide anything from me, Treasure. I cannot protect ye if I don't know, savvy? Won't ye tell me, Sweet William?"

Will allowed Jack to manoeuvre them to cradle him at the older man's chest. Will tenderly stroked a small dark nub and the light dusting of hair on his mate's battle-scarred chest.

"I feel foolish being concerned by a look," Will confessed quietly. "Rider made me feel ... uneasy, nothing more. I disliked his eyes on my body. I felt he was trying to see what is for your eyes only. You must think me an idiot." Will buried his face into Jack's neck as strong arms wrapped tightly around him.

"I trust yer instincts, Treasure," Jack assured. "If ye want the man kept in his cabin I'll arrange it."

"No, Jack," Will said decisively. "It's a short voyage, just two more nights and I can avoid the man by working on deck or in my forge. I can deal with this, please let me, Jack."

"As if I could refuse ye, angel. But if he does ought else... a touch, a word... anything at all, I want yer promise ye'll tell me." Jack moved so that his face was level with Will's and he locked gazed with his beloved boy. "Promise," he repeated.

"I promise, Jack," Will smiled. "Now hold me tight and safe in your arms where I belong."

"A Captain commanded by his First Mate," Jack lamented. "What is the world a-coming to?" he asked to Will's musical giggle. He settled with Will's curly head just under his chin, a slim arm around Jack's waist and a smooth honeyed thigh between his own deeper bronzed legs. He felt Will wriggle a little and then warm moistness enveloped his nipple and Jack cradled his lover's head as Will suckled and nuzzled.

"Love you, Jack," Will whispered releasing his prize as lassitude overwhelmed him.

"And I you, Treasure," Jack vowed. But for the pirate captain, sleep was a long time coming.

****

The next day dawned bright and clear and Jack prayed for a good wind to shorten the journey. He invited Rider and his man on deck to enjoy the fair weather and to surreptitiously study them. The servant was the low intelligent brawn that denoted a bodyguard rather than true servant; the type that obeyed without question that Jack had seen many times before. He deeply regretted how easily he had been swayed by the glint of golden coins. Will had excellent instincts and if Rider made him uneasy then Jack was worried. Jack's focus on the pair waned as the wind picked up and he became engrossed in steering his ship. As such, he failed to notice Rider slip away, leaving his servant where he had been placed earlier in the day.

Will wiped at the sweat on his brow as he finished the last of his metal work for the day and banked down his forge. His eyes flicked to the mini-'Pearl' bath and down at his naked, sweat-damp torso. Once Rider was off their ship, Will wondered if Jack might like to bathe under the stars with him. An unrecognised noise had him turning to his door.

Rider stood leering unabashed at the half naked beauty before him. The boy's skin glistened with sweat and glowed with the forge's heat. Some grime streaked the otherwise flawless vision adding a debauched appearance to the earthbound angel. His eyes also saw the mark at the boy's breast and other such marks that were paler and dotted haphazardly over his chest and throat.

"You like your captain to be a little rough, boy?" Rider smirked.

"Whether or not I have any relationship is none of your business, Mr Rider," Will said decisively. "This forge is off-limits to passengers. Please be so good as to leave immediately."

"Not before we've discussed a private transaction, boy," Rider said advancing on Will slowly. He stopped a scant foot away from the younger man and tossed a small bag at Will.

Instinctively Will caught the bag and felt it held coins. He frowned at Rider.

"All for you, boy," Rider said, his voice becoming husky with growing lust. "Captain Sparrow need never know you've earned a little on the side. Just use that pretty mouth and spread those thighs for me and there may be a further reward for you."

Disgust flooded Will and his colour rose. As the younger man reacted to the foul words, Rider moved faster than his appearance suggested was possible and Will was pressed hard against his anvil. Greasy hands pawed at his naked chest and a fetid tongue thrust greedily into his mouth. Employing a trick he had learnt from Jack, Will managed to ram a solid knee into his attacker's crotch.

As Rider clutched at jewels that now throbbed with pain rather than arousal, Will reached for his sword and pointed it at the gasping man. Will threw the coins back to Rider who caught the bag with one hand, the other still holding his groin.

"You will regret that, boy," Rider's threat was a pained wheeze.

"I think not," Will said defiantly.

"Do you think your captain will refuse such a bag for your use?" Rider retaliated.

"I am prepared to let you still walk from this forge," Will replied with a grim smile. "However, I can assure you that if you make such a proposition to Captain Sparrow you would not live long enough to regret your words."

Something of the boy's defiant stance and confident speech unnerved Rider. Part of him still found it impossible to believe a pirate would refuse gold for the boy's body, but at that moment he decided not to pursue it further. A sly idea wormed its way into Rider's tainted mind. He smirked as he stood up straight, pocketed his bag and swept from the room.

Will sagged with relief as he left, but lifted his sword again at another noise. It was lowered almost as quickly as Jack strode into the forge. Will allowed himself to be swept into the strong embrace.

"Ye spoke true, Treasure," Jack growled. "If he offers me coins to lay filthy hands on your body 'twill be his last act on this earth."

"You heard?" Will sighed.

"Aye. Enough to let ye chase him away."

"Take me to our cabin Jack. I want to clean myself and I need your touch upon me."

"Did he touch ye?" Jack asked menacingly. Jack hadn't seen what had transpired, arriving as Will had defended himself. His eyes blazed with fury.

"An attempted kiss for which his more personal jewels paid a heavy price." Will said grimly.

"'S'truth?" Jack persisted, pulling Will tighter and feeling Will's head nestle against his shoulder.

"Aye, my Captain," Will assured nuzzling Jack's bejewelled ear. "He'll feel the imprint of my knee for some time to come."

Jack moved to cover Will's mouth with his own. His tongue plundered the warm wet cavern as he felt Will surrender immediately. He held Will's head at the perfect angle to pillage, the other at the base of the younger man's spine. His groin ground shamelessly into the younger man till he felt their matching hardnesses rub together.

"Let me love ye, Treasure," Jack murmured.

"Yes, Jack," Will begged.

The two men moved as one and Jack was grateful none of his crew happened upon them. Will had forgone replacing his shirt in their mutual eagerness to get to their cabin and he wanted nobody to see his beautiful boy, *his* lover.

Once safely behind the locked door, Jack pinned Will against it, their mouths duelling in a battle neither could lose as his hands undid the lace to his lover's breeches. Jack's mouth dropped random kisses over skin that tasted of fire and of the sea before sucking hungrily at a small nub.

Jack dropped to his knees yanking Will's breeches with him. As his hands completed denuding his boy, his tongue began an erotic assault on the risen shaft that bobbed gracefully before him. He laved at the sensitive underside and gnawed gently on the glans before trying to delve his tongue into the tiny slit devouring Will's intoxicating pre-come. He needed to have Will's essence and sucked insistently at the head of the younger man's engorged sex as Will writhed against the door, his strong hands holding tight to Jack's broader shoulders. Jack slid his hands around Will's buttocks urging the boy to thrust. He hummed his approval as Will panted and cried, his hips thrusting his erection into wet heat. Jack pulled the taut globes apart and rubbed at Will's entrance, the tip of his finger slipping inside. It was more than his lover could stand. Jack devoured every precious drop of his mate's seed as Will pumped helplessly into Jack's rapacious maw.

As Will sagged, Jack surged to his feet and swept his lover into his arms to lay him tenderly in the centre of their bunk. As much as a primal side of Jack's nature wanted to plunder and possess, the more civilised side of him wanted Will to know how treasured and cherished he was. Jack wanted to love his angel.

Will watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Jack stripped, displaying his broad physique and muscles born of the hard life aboard ship and years of swordplay. As Jack removed the last of his clothing, Will spread his legs wide, canting his hips, to offer himself to his dominant mate.

Jack spread himself over Will's body, cradled against Will's pelvis as Will's fingers traced over his back and down to his buttocks. Jack began to ravish Will's nipples, tweaking and rolling with fingers whichever taut teat was bereft of his mouth and teeth. One of Will's hands moved to hold Jack's head as he arched his chest into the erotic assault. Jack began a slow southerly descent of the honey-tinted topography. He explored the ridges of Will's hips, navigated around the small indent at Will's navel, diving in with his tongue to plunder it ruthlessly. His teeth waged a skirmish with prominent hip bones before he finally reached his desired destination.

"Want to taste all of ye, treasure," Jack husked.

"Yes, Jack," Will moaned and rose gracefully to his knees.

Jack watched avidly as the beautiful boy knelt before him. His head pillowed on folded arms and long, smooth legs spread wide. Jack felt pride, possession and protectiveness sweep through him. Nobody but him saw Will naked and spread, vulnerable and needy, sated and sleeping in post-coital bliss. All of this was his and his alone. His eyes devoured the sight of Will's hidden entrance displayed for him. His tongue slid along the downy declivity. Then he circled his objective, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. The guardian muscle was as yet closed to him, but Jack was patient and knew he could breach this defence as he continued to rim the perimeter. His opening salvo was a volley of short jabs from his folded tongue. His reward was an enticing rotation of slender hips from his lover. As Will mindlessly pushed back seeking deeper contact, under a second volley of jabs the rose flowered and Jack furled his tongue and pushed home. Will panted and moaned as strong hands held tight to his buttocks and he pushed back taking the moist invader as deep inside himself as he could. Inside the gates of paradise Jack tasted and teased the smooth velvet walls.

"More, Jack, please more," Will wailed as Jack's tongue wetted and opened him. He ululated as fingers joined tongue and Jack prepared him for boarding. Will gave a sigh of pleasure as the thick head of Jack's primed weapon nudged at his needy entrance.