New fanfic: "Accord"
Mar. 31st, 2007 03:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
veronica_richTitle: "Accord"
Pairing: Jack/Will/Tia Dalma, aka TurroDalma
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Post-DMC and AWE; possible spoilers.
Warnings: Don’t flog me for my Tia-speak
Disclaimer: Property of Disney, Buena Vista, Bruckheimer, and all those whose souls are financially held by the preceding. I’m just playing with them.
AN: Completely unbetaed (well, except for spellcheck). All faults are my own. Can be read as a standalone PWP, though if you want to understand some references better, is ostensibly the sequel to LEGERDEMAIN and DEBT.
Quietly, Tia Dalma drew a hewn wooden chair to the diagonal corner of the bed from Jack. She settled herself on the front edge, leaning back and raising a foot to rest on the bed, hands loosely on her thighs.
Jack paid her no attention, though she knew he wasn’t asleep. Will, on the other hand, slumbered noisily against him. He was partly on his side facing Jack, lips parted and soft snores emitting from large nostrils. Amused, she considered he probably wouldn’t be resting so heavily if he was aware his naked back was fully on display to her, even if she had had her hands on it just a couple of hours earlier.
“You still goin’?” she wanted to know, quietly.
There was no response at first. Then, Jack sighed, likely thinking of the problems associated with dredging open the chest of Cortes again, even if it was only to replace one bloody little stray coin. “Aye,” he said, just as softly.
“Even wid him dead-set ‘gainst it?”
“’S not his problem,” Jack murmured. She watched his hand lightly rub Will’s back.
“Aye, ‘m sure him ‘gree wid ye once him hears it.” She intended to mock.
“He’s done enough,” he pronounced. Will stirred slightly, and Jack dropped his hand to caress the subtle swell of hip facing Tia. She watched his beringed fingers flash in the moonlight streaming through her loft window, saw Will’s big muscle tremble lightly beneath his touch.
She, too, recalled the moment when Will had fallen, run through accidentally by Norrington’s sword. The admiral had stopped, expression horrified and dazed at Will’s slick red chest, the way the younger man had coughed bubbles of blood even as Elizabeth propped his head and Jack tried to stem the flow with both hands and what he could grab of his sash. The girl had cried, but silently, face set grimly as she obviously concentrated on stabilizing her fiancé – it had been Jack who surprised them all, briefly panicking, crazily jumping up and shoving past a throng of people to get at the chest and its heart, yelling the entire way. He’d unsheathed Bill’s dagger from Will’s hip, curled it in his son’s hand, and forced it into the oversized, tough, throbbing organ, coaxing and persuading under his breath the entire time. The horror on Jack’s face once Will was on his feet, and the sea calmed, and the fog rolled back just enough to reveal all the ships around them – when he realized what he’d done to Will, chaining his soul to the Dutchman – had told Tia far more than all the pretty declarations any man could make for his beloved.
She said nothing for a moment as she watched Jack rub Will’s skin in light circles and reach around to splay his fingers where backside met torso. Will shifted again, and Jack brushed his lips against the bridge of his nose. Oddly, it quieted the snoring, and Tia smiled. “Ye know one of ye has to go down an’ open de chest.”
“My idea.”
“He might have sometin’ to say ‘bout dat.”
“Not like I’d drown. You’ve a spell, right?”
She shook her head. “Dat’s not gon’ matter to him. You’re his now, an’ him not be lettin’ ye take risks ‘lone no more.”
“Captain Jack Sparrow belongs to nobody,” he rumbled softly. “An’ he learned his lesson ‘bout gettin’ between people an’ what they’ve got to do, I’d hope.”
“Jack, dis involves ‘motions. Will’s proven he’ll protect dose him loves – wid him own life, if necess’ry.”
For the first time, Jack looked at her. “That’s goin’ a bit far, don’t ye think?”
“Perhaps not in de sense you’re tinkin’. Love comes in sev’ral forms.” She watched him intently, eyes picking out in the dim light his limbs wrapped loosely around Will, and recalled the way he’d worried over the cursed man. She’d let Jack suffer a bit before revealing she could lift Will’s immortal imprisonment – but the action was more to watch the girl’s reactions. Elizabeth had suffered pangs of conscience, oh yes she had, and Tia Dalma had lapped up every psychic vibration off of it like sweet milk. Nobody, she was certain, should be allowed to reach such an age without knowing the sharp pain of regret, and Tia was a better teacher than most in that regard – at least better than the girl’s father. She’d finally taken pity on both pirates and released the man they loved back into mortal form – and he had promptly ignored both of them, eschewing Elizabeth’s company and refusing to speak to Jack for a good week. “Dat William,” she told one of her students much later. “Him ent as thick an’ stupid as him credited wid bein’, no.”
“Well, anyway.” Jack looked away from her, resting his forehead against the top of Will’s head again. “I’m goin’, so just tell me what’s involved with plunderin’ the murky depths of the Caribe, eh?” She quietly outlined the potion, and Jack shook his head a couple of times when she asked if he would have a reaction to something or other in it.
At length, she was interrupted by a quiet, sort of slurry, “Do I get a say in this?”
Jack looked surprised as Will moved his head, yawning. “Didn’ mean to wake ye.”
“Yes … I’m sure you didn’t,” Will replied dryly a moment later, once he’d regained a measure of consciousness. “Waiting ‘til I’m asleep to hammer out the details is a slick move, Jack.”
There was annoyance and a small bit of affection mixed into his voice, and Tia noticed he’d made no move to get away from Jack, which made her smother a grin. The pirate might not yet fully understand commitment, Turner-style – but he soon would.
“Now William, nobody waited until-“
“Sure, right-“
“Let me finish-“ To Tia’s surprise, Will cut Jack off with a kiss. He kept at it for some time, presumably understanding that Jack didn’t simply shut up without proper motivation, and eventually Jack returned it. They pressed tighter together, she watched Jack’s fingers curl possessively against Will’s back, the tightening of the younger man’s thigh muscles, and sighed quietly. One simply didn’t get a view like this every day in the bayou.
When the kiss ended, she listened for their mingled breathing to return to normal. Will was still gasping when he spoke again. “If we’re going to retrieve that damn chest, we’ll both do it.”
“There’s no need for both of us t’ go.”
“We’ve both been dead; I don’t think we have much more to lose,” he reasonably pointed out.
“Will-“
“Jack!”
Tia laughed, and they both looked over at her, annoyed and puzzled. “I can concoct ‘nough for bot of ye,” she explained, shaking her head in mirth.
Before Jack might find some other reason to object, Will took advantage of the interruption and was at him again. He engaged his lover in a kiss, then two, until their brief disharmony was forgotten and they were making slow undulations against each other. Tia figured this was how Will would probably end up winning most arguments in the future, while at the same time satisfying his youthful sexual appetite.
Jack rolled him to his back, against the pillows, and as they kissed, wrapped his hand around the lad’s half-hard cock. Tia watched it roll and bounce within Jack’s grip, then become more substantial, firmer, as Will’s hips twitched and writhed on the bed. He withdrew his kisses and dropped his mouth, licking up Will’s throat instead. The man threw his head back, exposing his long neck, and Jack caressed and suckled with his mouth and tongue, eyes closed. Watching Jack’s hand stroke lazily, she stood and unfastened her skirt, sauntering to the side of the bed.
Presently, Jack opened his eyes and looked up at her. A moment later, deprived of Jack’s mouth, Will blinked up at her as well, dark eyes dazed and filled with needy lust. He extended his right hand, and she accepted the invitation by lifting one knee to rest on the bed. He seemed confused at first, then reached for her leg. She scooted closer, letting him wrap his fingers around her inner thigh. An experienced woman, Tia had learned long ago how to either respond to or resist a man’s touch, no matter how compelling. She decided this time to respond, and sighed at the strength in his calloused fingers and palm, gripped her skin and slowly stroking up and down her thigh.
As Jack continued to fondle Will’s cock, dipping down to roll his bollocks every so often, Will’s hand edged higher, until she finally moved forcefully into the touch. She felt a large finger probe her folds, and rocked against it, bearing down. Will withdrew at first, perhaps surprised by the force of her response – to her delight and increasing respect, though, he reached for her again, stroking and exploring and even dipping what felt like that long middle finger up inside her slick, dripping sheath. His eyes flashed as she rode his hand slowly, and she reached up to unfasten the ties of her bodice, letting it fall and expose the rest of her dark skin in the moonlight.
Lightly, Jack licked Will’s jaw, and just like that, he looked from her to him. She saw his gaze shift as it alighted on Jack’s, and though she’d known as much already, Tia understood she would never get that look from Will. Not that she wanted his devotion – he was a young, pretty, clever thing to taste and ride and fuck, but her sort wasn’t really into commitments with these mortals.
Jack leaned in closer to him. “D’ you wan’ fuck her, darling?” Will said nothing, apparently entranced by the pirate’s black eyes. “Feel ‘er quim wettin’ your lovely prick?” He licked into Will’s mouth, and the lad lifted his head, licking back and nodding at the same time.
He glanced up toward Tia, and she tilted her head and smiled at the warning in Jack’s eyes. As if she needed his warning or his permission to fuck the younger man! She said nothing of the outcome of this – that it would change nothing in Will’s burgeoning feelings for Jack, that he was simply a young man with a neglected body up to this point – because she knew Jack understood it, deep down. Even if he wasn’t ready to accept such a relationship would shift the power between him and Will dramatically once back aboard ship.
Jack moved enough to make room as she climbed on the bed, straddling Will’s hips. She curled a hand around his erection as his hands came up to steady her, appreciating how substantial he was, and rubbed until enough moisture had leaked to coat the tips of her fingers. As she positioned herself and sank onto him, she offered her hand to Jack, tracking Will’s eyes as they followed. When she drew his cock up inside herself, he lifted his hips and his eyes narrowed; but while Jack sucked her slick fingers between his lips and closed his eyes in obvious pleasure, he kept his hungry gaze on the pirate the entire time, watching his tongue greedily clean Will from her hand.
She rode slowly, leaning forward to balance on her hands and rub herself in just the right spot on his cock. Will looked up at her, eyes roving her breasts and hair as it fell between them, and his hands tightened into her hips, reaching around to cup her ass. Only their rapid breathing and small grunts were between them as she moved, until she asked, “Tell me what ye want, William.” He didn’t respond. “Tell me ‘bout Jack.”
“I want … to touch him,” Will answered, fixed entirely on her for now. “To touch, and stroke … and taste, and fuck him,” he gasped.
“You wan’ do t’ him what ye do t’ me?” she encouraged, riding a little harder. “Yes?”
“Yeah.” He blinked, then looked over at Jack, jaw set, eyes intent. “Wan’ feel him ‘round me … taking me, tight around me.”
She chanced a look over at the pirate, who’d been watching with something between a pout and ravenousness. When Will said that, Jack’s eyes widened, and she saw the full-blown desire even in the dim light. She wondered how often Jack had ever let himself be on the receiving end, let a man plunder his body to its depths and rattle his emotional core.
Tia moved a little longer for effect – her mortal body could be as responsive as any woman’s, but truth be told, one of the perks of godhood was the ability of autonomic orgasm at any time. That wouldn’t be necessary this time, though, if she could just watch. And poor Will was trying so hard to restrain himself, from the equalizing pressure of his hands on her soft skin, to smaller thrusts than she knew he wanted to exercise.
She finally slowed and paused, and drew off. When Will was about to protest, she shook her head and nodded toward Jack, sitting and watching, enjoying the show. “Him what ye want,” she breathed. “Show him.”
No sooner did she give permission than Will rose up, rolling toward Jack and taking him down, pinning him into the pillows. She nearly laughed – the pirate didn’t have time to gain his arms again before Will was kissing him, roughly and passionately. It didn’t take Jack long to respond, to wrap his arms around Will’s shoulders and reach up into his long, dark curls. She watched Will push Jack’s legs apart as they struggled against one another, and line himself up to ease his cock forward, slick with her juices, into that smaller, tight body beneath him.
Jack arched his neck at the intrusion and moaned, eyes closed. Will growled into his neck and licked it once he was seated inside Jack, then began moving his hips, withdrawing and thrusting. Jack’s hands had moved down to Will’s back, then his hips, flailing, as Will took control and fucked him steadily. “That’s it,” she heard Will say. “Let go, Jack … let me have you, just like this. Let me inside you like I’ve … needed to be.”
The man writhed beneath his younger lover, keeping one foot on the bed to maintain some measure of control. When he finally lifted it, however, and curled it tightly behind Will’s leg, Will growled even deeper and increased his pace. “Yes,” he rumbled. “God, yes … Jack, that’s it-“
“Never knew … ye had this in you,” Jack gasped, holding to him like a line in a storm. “Where ye been hidin’ it?”
“Waiting,” was Will’s only answer. “Waitin’ on you to get a brain … or some eyes …”
“Ye never said a thing, dammit,” Jack argued, arching, undulating into Will.
“My God, I stared at you … all the damn time,” he grunted. “Watched like a hawk, practically, you … fucking exquisite, son of a bitch.” He made it sound like an epithet, but Tia knew better; every emotion, every wish and desire was raw right now, and it didn’t take her abilities to see the messy ache finally bared between the two men who’d alternately tried to thwart and save one another for so long.
Jack’s eyes closed in satisfaction at the admission, and he held tighter to Will, gasping with each thrust. “I’m … fucking gon’ go off, Will … Christ, touch me, dammit!”
Their movement paused, and Will leaned on one strong arm, getting his other hand between them to wrap around Jack’s neglected prick. They groaned and heaved and occasionally kissed as their bodies moved, and she sat on the bed against Will’s abandoned pillows just a couple of feet away, and worked her fingers between her legs as she watched them build to climax. Her head felt dizzy as she came, and she immediately sat up on her knees afterwards, scooting closer. “Here,” she offered, reaching between their sweaty bodies to push Will’s hand away.
He understood, and pushed himself up on his hands against the bed as she grasped Jack’s cock. He braced himself and thrust completely, instead of lopsidedly, as her hand stroked and tugged. With her other hand, she reached under Will and cupped his swaying bollocks, rolling and massaging. It threw him off at first as he glanced in surprise her way, but soon enough he went back to his pace, and she watched their faces as they moved closer to their respective edges.
She rolled Will’s balls against Jack’s ass, and they both groaned. Jack lost it, spurting all over her hand and his and Will’s abdomens. She felt the balls in her other hand tightening, shrinking, and pulled back just as Will sat back on his knees and reached around to get hold of Jack’s legs. Holding both up, he wrapped his hands around the calves and thrust harder, pounding Jack furiously, nearly howling as he lost his own control and spasmed in climax.
Tia stretched out on her side to face the men as Will all but collapsed into Jack, who tightly curled his arms around the lad. Will gasped into Jack’s chest, trying to recover, and the pirate tilted his head back, eyes closed, his own breathing hard. They shifted after a fashion, until Will wasn’t pinning Jack quite so thoroughly, mostly resting on her bed on his far side.
Eventually, it was quiet enough that the men opened their eyes to one another and stared, scrutinizing for a good long while before something was quietly agreed upon enough for Jack to stretch forward and peck Will’s lips. “But I’m leadin’,” he insisted quietly.
Will appeared to think that over. “You’re the captain … Captain,” he lightly mocked, as Jack rolled his eyes. When Tia cleared her throat, both glanced her way.
“Oh,” Will murmured, as if remembering something. “We didn’t get to you!”
This time, her laugh wasn’t calculated, as Jack turned his head and smirked triumphantly at her, where Will couldn’t see it. That’s twice, you sneaky bastard, she thought. Keep it up, and I’ll make YOU watch …
Pairing: Jack/Will/Tia Dalma, aka TurroDalma
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Post-DMC and AWE; possible spoilers.
Warnings: Don’t flog me for my Tia-speak
Disclaimer: Property of Disney, Buena Vista, Bruckheimer, and all those whose souls are financially held by the preceding. I’m just playing with them.
AN: Completely unbetaed (well, except for spellcheck). All faults are my own. Can be read as a standalone PWP, though if you want to understand some references better, is ostensibly the sequel to LEGERDEMAIN and DEBT.
Quietly, Tia Dalma drew a hewn wooden chair to the diagonal corner of the bed from Jack. She settled herself on the front edge, leaning back and raising a foot to rest on the bed, hands loosely on her thighs.
Jack paid her no attention, though she knew he wasn’t asleep. Will, on the other hand, slumbered noisily against him. He was partly on his side facing Jack, lips parted and soft snores emitting from large nostrils. Amused, she considered he probably wouldn’t be resting so heavily if he was aware his naked back was fully on display to her, even if she had had her hands on it just a couple of hours earlier.
“You still goin’?” she wanted to know, quietly.
There was no response at first. Then, Jack sighed, likely thinking of the problems associated with dredging open the chest of Cortes again, even if it was only to replace one bloody little stray coin. “Aye,” he said, just as softly.
“Even wid him dead-set ‘gainst it?”
“’S not his problem,” Jack murmured. She watched his hand lightly rub Will’s back.
“Aye, ‘m sure him ‘gree wid ye once him hears it.” She intended to mock.
“He’s done enough,” he pronounced. Will stirred slightly, and Jack dropped his hand to caress the subtle swell of hip facing Tia. She watched his beringed fingers flash in the moonlight streaming through her loft window, saw Will’s big muscle tremble lightly beneath his touch.
She, too, recalled the moment when Will had fallen, run through accidentally by Norrington’s sword. The admiral had stopped, expression horrified and dazed at Will’s slick red chest, the way the younger man had coughed bubbles of blood even as Elizabeth propped his head and Jack tried to stem the flow with both hands and what he could grab of his sash. The girl had cried, but silently, face set grimly as she obviously concentrated on stabilizing her fiancé – it had been Jack who surprised them all, briefly panicking, crazily jumping up and shoving past a throng of people to get at the chest and its heart, yelling the entire way. He’d unsheathed Bill’s dagger from Will’s hip, curled it in his son’s hand, and forced it into the oversized, tough, throbbing organ, coaxing and persuading under his breath the entire time. The horror on Jack’s face once Will was on his feet, and the sea calmed, and the fog rolled back just enough to reveal all the ships around them – when he realized what he’d done to Will, chaining his soul to the Dutchman – had told Tia far more than all the pretty declarations any man could make for his beloved.
She said nothing for a moment as she watched Jack rub Will’s skin in light circles and reach around to splay his fingers where backside met torso. Will shifted again, and Jack brushed his lips against the bridge of his nose. Oddly, it quieted the snoring, and Tia smiled. “Ye know one of ye has to go down an’ open de chest.”
“My idea.”
“He might have sometin’ to say ‘bout dat.”
“Not like I’d drown. You’ve a spell, right?”
She shook her head. “Dat’s not gon’ matter to him. You’re his now, an’ him not be lettin’ ye take risks ‘lone no more.”
“Captain Jack Sparrow belongs to nobody,” he rumbled softly. “An’ he learned his lesson ‘bout gettin’ between people an’ what they’ve got to do, I’d hope.”
“Jack, dis involves ‘motions. Will’s proven he’ll protect dose him loves – wid him own life, if necess’ry.”
For the first time, Jack looked at her. “That’s goin’ a bit far, don’t ye think?”
“Perhaps not in de sense you’re tinkin’. Love comes in sev’ral forms.” She watched him intently, eyes picking out in the dim light his limbs wrapped loosely around Will, and recalled the way he’d worried over the cursed man. She’d let Jack suffer a bit before revealing she could lift Will’s immortal imprisonment – but the action was more to watch the girl’s reactions. Elizabeth had suffered pangs of conscience, oh yes she had, and Tia Dalma had lapped up every psychic vibration off of it like sweet milk. Nobody, she was certain, should be allowed to reach such an age without knowing the sharp pain of regret, and Tia was a better teacher than most in that regard – at least better than the girl’s father. She’d finally taken pity on both pirates and released the man they loved back into mortal form – and he had promptly ignored both of them, eschewing Elizabeth’s company and refusing to speak to Jack for a good week. “Dat William,” she told one of her students much later. “Him ent as thick an’ stupid as him credited wid bein’, no.”
“Well, anyway.” Jack looked away from her, resting his forehead against the top of Will’s head again. “I’m goin’, so just tell me what’s involved with plunderin’ the murky depths of the Caribe, eh?” She quietly outlined the potion, and Jack shook his head a couple of times when she asked if he would have a reaction to something or other in it.
At length, she was interrupted by a quiet, sort of slurry, “Do I get a say in this?”
Jack looked surprised as Will moved his head, yawning. “Didn’ mean to wake ye.”
“Yes … I’m sure you didn’t,” Will replied dryly a moment later, once he’d regained a measure of consciousness. “Waiting ‘til I’m asleep to hammer out the details is a slick move, Jack.”
There was annoyance and a small bit of affection mixed into his voice, and Tia noticed he’d made no move to get away from Jack, which made her smother a grin. The pirate might not yet fully understand commitment, Turner-style – but he soon would.
“Now William, nobody waited until-“
“Sure, right-“
“Let me finish-“ To Tia’s surprise, Will cut Jack off with a kiss. He kept at it for some time, presumably understanding that Jack didn’t simply shut up without proper motivation, and eventually Jack returned it. They pressed tighter together, she watched Jack’s fingers curl possessively against Will’s back, the tightening of the younger man’s thigh muscles, and sighed quietly. One simply didn’t get a view like this every day in the bayou.
When the kiss ended, she listened for their mingled breathing to return to normal. Will was still gasping when he spoke again. “If we’re going to retrieve that damn chest, we’ll both do it.”
“There’s no need for both of us t’ go.”
“We’ve both been dead; I don’t think we have much more to lose,” he reasonably pointed out.
“Will-“
“Jack!”
Tia laughed, and they both looked over at her, annoyed and puzzled. “I can concoct ‘nough for bot of ye,” she explained, shaking her head in mirth.
Before Jack might find some other reason to object, Will took advantage of the interruption and was at him again. He engaged his lover in a kiss, then two, until their brief disharmony was forgotten and they were making slow undulations against each other. Tia figured this was how Will would probably end up winning most arguments in the future, while at the same time satisfying his youthful sexual appetite.
Jack rolled him to his back, against the pillows, and as they kissed, wrapped his hand around the lad’s half-hard cock. Tia watched it roll and bounce within Jack’s grip, then become more substantial, firmer, as Will’s hips twitched and writhed on the bed. He withdrew his kisses and dropped his mouth, licking up Will’s throat instead. The man threw his head back, exposing his long neck, and Jack caressed and suckled with his mouth and tongue, eyes closed. Watching Jack’s hand stroke lazily, she stood and unfastened her skirt, sauntering to the side of the bed.
Presently, Jack opened his eyes and looked up at her. A moment later, deprived of Jack’s mouth, Will blinked up at her as well, dark eyes dazed and filled with needy lust. He extended his right hand, and she accepted the invitation by lifting one knee to rest on the bed. He seemed confused at first, then reached for her leg. She scooted closer, letting him wrap his fingers around her inner thigh. An experienced woman, Tia had learned long ago how to either respond to or resist a man’s touch, no matter how compelling. She decided this time to respond, and sighed at the strength in his calloused fingers and palm, gripped her skin and slowly stroking up and down her thigh.
As Jack continued to fondle Will’s cock, dipping down to roll his bollocks every so often, Will’s hand edged higher, until she finally moved forcefully into the touch. She felt a large finger probe her folds, and rocked against it, bearing down. Will withdrew at first, perhaps surprised by the force of her response – to her delight and increasing respect, though, he reached for her again, stroking and exploring and even dipping what felt like that long middle finger up inside her slick, dripping sheath. His eyes flashed as she rode his hand slowly, and she reached up to unfasten the ties of her bodice, letting it fall and expose the rest of her dark skin in the moonlight.
Lightly, Jack licked Will’s jaw, and just like that, he looked from her to him. She saw his gaze shift as it alighted on Jack’s, and though she’d known as much already, Tia understood she would never get that look from Will. Not that she wanted his devotion – he was a young, pretty, clever thing to taste and ride and fuck, but her sort wasn’t really into commitments with these mortals.
Jack leaned in closer to him. “D’ you wan’ fuck her, darling?” Will said nothing, apparently entranced by the pirate’s black eyes. “Feel ‘er quim wettin’ your lovely prick?” He licked into Will’s mouth, and the lad lifted his head, licking back and nodding at the same time.
He glanced up toward Tia, and she tilted her head and smiled at the warning in Jack’s eyes. As if she needed his warning or his permission to fuck the younger man! She said nothing of the outcome of this – that it would change nothing in Will’s burgeoning feelings for Jack, that he was simply a young man with a neglected body up to this point – because she knew Jack understood it, deep down. Even if he wasn’t ready to accept such a relationship would shift the power between him and Will dramatically once back aboard ship.
Jack moved enough to make room as she climbed on the bed, straddling Will’s hips. She curled a hand around his erection as his hands came up to steady her, appreciating how substantial he was, and rubbed until enough moisture had leaked to coat the tips of her fingers. As she positioned herself and sank onto him, she offered her hand to Jack, tracking Will’s eyes as they followed. When she drew his cock up inside herself, he lifted his hips and his eyes narrowed; but while Jack sucked her slick fingers between his lips and closed his eyes in obvious pleasure, he kept his hungry gaze on the pirate the entire time, watching his tongue greedily clean Will from her hand.
She rode slowly, leaning forward to balance on her hands and rub herself in just the right spot on his cock. Will looked up at her, eyes roving her breasts and hair as it fell between them, and his hands tightened into her hips, reaching around to cup her ass. Only their rapid breathing and small grunts were between them as she moved, until she asked, “Tell me what ye want, William.” He didn’t respond. “Tell me ‘bout Jack.”
“I want … to touch him,” Will answered, fixed entirely on her for now. “To touch, and stroke … and taste, and fuck him,” he gasped.
“You wan’ do t’ him what ye do t’ me?” she encouraged, riding a little harder. “Yes?”
“Yeah.” He blinked, then looked over at Jack, jaw set, eyes intent. “Wan’ feel him ‘round me … taking me, tight around me.”
She chanced a look over at the pirate, who’d been watching with something between a pout and ravenousness. When Will said that, Jack’s eyes widened, and she saw the full-blown desire even in the dim light. She wondered how often Jack had ever let himself be on the receiving end, let a man plunder his body to its depths and rattle his emotional core.
Tia moved a little longer for effect – her mortal body could be as responsive as any woman’s, but truth be told, one of the perks of godhood was the ability of autonomic orgasm at any time. That wouldn’t be necessary this time, though, if she could just watch. And poor Will was trying so hard to restrain himself, from the equalizing pressure of his hands on her soft skin, to smaller thrusts than she knew he wanted to exercise.
She finally slowed and paused, and drew off. When Will was about to protest, she shook her head and nodded toward Jack, sitting and watching, enjoying the show. “Him what ye want,” she breathed. “Show him.”
No sooner did she give permission than Will rose up, rolling toward Jack and taking him down, pinning him into the pillows. She nearly laughed – the pirate didn’t have time to gain his arms again before Will was kissing him, roughly and passionately. It didn’t take Jack long to respond, to wrap his arms around Will’s shoulders and reach up into his long, dark curls. She watched Will push Jack’s legs apart as they struggled against one another, and line himself up to ease his cock forward, slick with her juices, into that smaller, tight body beneath him.
Jack arched his neck at the intrusion and moaned, eyes closed. Will growled into his neck and licked it once he was seated inside Jack, then began moving his hips, withdrawing and thrusting. Jack’s hands had moved down to Will’s back, then his hips, flailing, as Will took control and fucked him steadily. “That’s it,” she heard Will say. “Let go, Jack … let me have you, just like this. Let me inside you like I’ve … needed to be.”
The man writhed beneath his younger lover, keeping one foot on the bed to maintain some measure of control. When he finally lifted it, however, and curled it tightly behind Will’s leg, Will growled even deeper and increased his pace. “Yes,” he rumbled. “God, yes … Jack, that’s it-“
“Never knew … ye had this in you,” Jack gasped, holding to him like a line in a storm. “Where ye been hidin’ it?”
“Waiting,” was Will’s only answer. “Waitin’ on you to get a brain … or some eyes …”
“Ye never said a thing, dammit,” Jack argued, arching, undulating into Will.
“My God, I stared at you … all the damn time,” he grunted. “Watched like a hawk, practically, you … fucking exquisite, son of a bitch.” He made it sound like an epithet, but Tia knew better; every emotion, every wish and desire was raw right now, and it didn’t take her abilities to see the messy ache finally bared between the two men who’d alternately tried to thwart and save one another for so long.
Jack’s eyes closed in satisfaction at the admission, and he held tighter to Will, gasping with each thrust. “I’m … fucking gon’ go off, Will … Christ, touch me, dammit!”
Their movement paused, and Will leaned on one strong arm, getting his other hand between them to wrap around Jack’s neglected prick. They groaned and heaved and occasionally kissed as their bodies moved, and she sat on the bed against Will’s abandoned pillows just a couple of feet away, and worked her fingers between her legs as she watched them build to climax. Her head felt dizzy as she came, and she immediately sat up on her knees afterwards, scooting closer. “Here,” she offered, reaching between their sweaty bodies to push Will’s hand away.
He understood, and pushed himself up on his hands against the bed as she grasped Jack’s cock. He braced himself and thrust completely, instead of lopsidedly, as her hand stroked and tugged. With her other hand, she reached under Will and cupped his swaying bollocks, rolling and massaging. It threw him off at first as he glanced in surprise her way, but soon enough he went back to his pace, and she watched their faces as they moved closer to their respective edges.
She rolled Will’s balls against Jack’s ass, and they both groaned. Jack lost it, spurting all over her hand and his and Will’s abdomens. She felt the balls in her other hand tightening, shrinking, and pulled back just as Will sat back on his knees and reached around to get hold of Jack’s legs. Holding both up, he wrapped his hands around the calves and thrust harder, pounding Jack furiously, nearly howling as he lost his own control and spasmed in climax.
Tia stretched out on her side to face the men as Will all but collapsed into Jack, who tightly curled his arms around the lad. Will gasped into Jack’s chest, trying to recover, and the pirate tilted his head back, eyes closed, his own breathing hard. They shifted after a fashion, until Will wasn’t pinning Jack quite so thoroughly, mostly resting on her bed on his far side.
Eventually, it was quiet enough that the men opened their eyes to one another and stared, scrutinizing for a good long while before something was quietly agreed upon enough for Jack to stretch forward and peck Will’s lips. “But I’m leadin’,” he insisted quietly.
Will appeared to think that over. “You’re the captain … Captain,” he lightly mocked, as Jack rolled his eyes. When Tia cleared her throat, both glanced her way.
“Oh,” Will murmured, as if remembering something. “We didn’t get to you!”
This time, her laugh wasn’t calculated, as Jack turned his head and smirked triumphantly at her, where Will couldn’t see it. That’s twice, you sneaky bastard, she thought. Keep it up, and I’ll make YOU watch …
