Fic: "Contradictions 5: Admit" (Part 6)
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veronica_richThis is a continuation of a POTC fic. See Part 1 for disclaimers, etc.
He didn’t fall asleep for hours. He sat cross-legged on his bed, a couple of candles and dim moonlight his only illumination as he watched Will sleep. The young man rested on his back as mild sedatives coursed through his system; those and the bandage binding his midsection were courtesy of the Martenses’ doctor, who’d also examined Elizabeth and Ivy and found both physically unhurt.
He looks so thin. Jack’s frown etched in deeper as he noted how the covers hugged Will’s legs and hips. His captors hadn’t fed him, in addition to tenderizing some internal organs and ribs – when Jack saw the bruises, he resisted the urge to try to pull Will close. He wouldn’t have appreciated it, and he doesn’t need protecting, Jack reminded himself. Do you know how ridiculous that would make him feel if he knew?
But I do want to protect him. I know he’s a grown man; I know he’s capable of taking care of himself. But if I’d been there to fight with him, I’d have never let this happen to him; never let him be taken. Him or Ivy. Jack dropped his head, shaking it.
Leave her out of this, just this once.
What’s that supposed to mean? It wasn’t Pearl reprimanding him this time; it was some renegade part of his own mind.
You always pull her into this, try to pretend you see them both the same way, as children. Guess what? You haven’t seen Will as a child in, oh ... never. From the moment you met, he was giving you a rough time, and certainly not in the way a little boy can.
All I was thinking is how they both worried me because they were kidnapped. They didn’t do anything to deserve it.
And Elizabeth did? The Mind smirked at Jack’s hypocrisy. She just keeps getting in your way, between the two of you, doesn’t she?
He sighed. Nothing to get between. Be nice if there were. Surprisingly, The Mind kept its counsel this time. Good God ... I love him. Worse than that, I’m in love with him. I shouldn’t do this ...
There’s a reason for everything.
... But I want it. I want him more than I could ever express; I admit that. Jack straightened his neck to crack the vertebrae, pausing his head in a tilt as he took in Will’s appearance for once without the burden of having to remember he was a friend’s son. One hand rested on his stomach, fingers curled in; the other, the one closest to Jack, on the bed itself. He snored softly, almost inaudibly, his lips parted beneath his broad nose, his head turned the barest few degrees toward Jack, pillowed in a cap of short mahogany curls. Beneath the blanket, his injured leg was crooked up at the knee; Jack had doubled a large pillow to slide beneath it for support before pulling the covers up around the man’s waist. “Thanks,” he’d whispered.
“No problem, mate. Get some sleep, and we’ll be back at th’ swords once you’ve gotten rid o’ these bandages.” He’d kept his tone light despite worry about the blood still seeping lightly into his leg bandage from the gash; walking around today hadn’t helped. The doctor had explained as long as it remained free of discoloration from pus, it would eventually scab completely and heal.
“Need to get back in practice, I guess.” Will had licked his dry lips, prompting Jack to pour a glass of water at the nightstand and slide a hand beneath his back to help him sit up. Once he was finished, he’d settled back into his pillow, a steadying hand gripping Jack’s arm. “Thank you ... again.” He’d fallen asleep then, very shortly after, obviously exhausted and weakened.
Jack felt his eyelids wavering, heavy for sleep, so he gave in to the urge to lean over on his side into his own pillow and stretch out his body, daydreaming and still watching Will. Will ... my Will ...
He blinked as he shifted and felt another warm body against his; breathing drew in a familiar scent, that of smoke and wood and leather. Jack blew out briefly and inhaled deeper, taking in the same, this time overlaid with the tangy salt of Will’s perspiration. Again; the same scent.
He opened his eyes into another pair of dark, warm orbs. “Good morning,” Will murmured. This one wasn’t wearing a bandage, and his hair had grown back out to its normal length.
“Is it?”
Will grinned, and Jack noticed the moustache and goatee framing his broad lips as he shifted on his side to face the pirate. “Well, only in the strictest sense of the word; it is after midnight.”
Jack’s eyes searched his face for signs of remaining injury or trauma. “You look better.”
“Better than what?” Jack chuckled, as did Will, at that. “Sore ribs and blood don’t belong in this kind of experience, really,” the smith added.
“What kind?”
Will covered the few inches separating them and slid his nose along Jack’s, pressing his lips to the pirate’s. Jack blinked and waited for the momentary shock to pass, until feeling returned to his face so he could part his lips and deepen the kiss. It seemed his own bushy moustache had grown back, as well as his hair, which Will was clutching, stroking in the midst of this caress..
“Will ... love.” Jack murmured to him as they stopped for breath. He pressed his palm to the small of Will’s bare back, just at the swell of his backside, rubbing in tiny circles.
Will’s teeth gently worried at Jack’s lower lip. “Fuck me, Jack,” he commanded in a low moan, tilting his hips forward.
“The bruises ....” No surprise in dreams at such requests, Jack noted.
“Don’t have any.” Will smiled into Jack’s ruddy lips. “Yet.”
Their bodies pressed together as Jack instigated the next kiss, more involved and warmer than the last, and Will gasped as Jack’s cock brushed his. “You like that,” the pirate accused softly.
“Do it again,” was all the smith could manage, breath hot on Jack’s damp lips.
Jack deliberately lifted his hips into Will’s, rocking against him. They continued kissing, each moaning as their pricks caressed, slid together, finding little purchase. Will clutched at Jack’s shoulder as he moved, small, helpless noises pressed into Jack’s tongue as their mouths collided. “More,” he encouraged the pirate.
At that, Jack used his lower knee to brace himself and turn Will to his back, pushing up on his hands to hover over the smith. Will gazed up at him, eyes dark and delicately lined in shadows, his fingers stroking at the subtle curves in Jack’s hard chest and stomach. Jack silently answered the tilt of his chin with another kiss, this one airy and slow and unlike in nature either of them individually. He ruffled Will’s moustache with the tip of his tongue and felt his partner nip at the small braids in his beard, laving the beads threaded through. “What’re you doing t’ me?” Jack finally managed to whisper.
“I could ask the same of you.” Will angled his head back into the pillow again, and Jack traced the line of his jaw to the bristly skin of the man’s long, warm, fragrant throat, where he licked at the pulse, up to Will’s earlobe and around it. “Oh, God.” Will trembled and nearly sobbed.
“Sensitive ears?”
“You don’t know ... the half of it,” Will panted.
“Hmm ... really?” Jack snaked his tongue out and traced the shell once, twice, three times before plunging into the canal itself, fucking it. The man arched hard into him and wrapped his arms tightly about Jack’s torso, pulling him down as they undulated against each other. Jack withdrew, wanting to savor more of the body beneath him, and slid lower in Will’s embrace, licking into the pool of his clavicle. He trailed kisses across the center of that chest, breathing hotly and peaking each nipple, Will’s cock trapped against his stomach and leaking on it the entire time. Reaching down, Jack took hold of the stiff shaft, squeezing gingerly as he stroked, while laving the line of light hair that led through the man’s navel straight to his pelvis.
“Jack, yes ... ah .... there, that, ohhhh.” Will’s hips lifted, twisted, his weeping prick gliding effortlessly through the grip of Jack’s dark fingers, slick with himself. “Oh, please?”
Beginning at the root of the scrotum, Jack licked the delicate vein on the underside of the shaft to its head, and swirled the tip of his tongue in the tiny slit on top. This drew an agonized groan from its owner, whose hands were balling into the sheets. Jack grinned and swallowed half the cock rapidly, then patiently released it. “Want more?” he rumbled.
“Uh-huh,” came the rapid-fire, pained answer.
Poising himself for work, Jack descended again and began massaging the organ with his tongue and roof of his mouth. Eventually, he felt fingers in his thick hair, stroking, messing, tugging in short, gentle bursts; when he got a hand beneath the scrotum and began squeezing in time, Will came halfway off the bed and shot quickly, unexpectedly, down his throat, a strangled moan Jack’s only warning as he choked it down.
He was leaning back on his knees, licking his lips and swiping at his mouth with a nearby sheet when he felt the hands on his face, pulling it up. “I’m sorry,” Will apologized, looking truly upset. “I’m so sorry, Jack; I ... had no idea I’d-“
“It’s all right,” Jack reassured him, shaking his head and pushing Will back into the bed. “I should’ve known m’self and seen it comin’.” He grinned around the deliberate pun, earning a relieved expression and eye-roll from his partner. “Mind if I kiss you?”
Will glanced at Jack’s mouth. “Does it ...?”
“Yes. But I don’ think it’ll matter.” With that, the pirate leaned in and brushed once, twice at Will’s lips, rewarded with a firmer kiss in return and a tongue tentatively seeking to part his mouth. They kissed deeply, hotly, Will sliding each foot down the back of Jack’s thighs as he straddled his hips.
“Inside me,” he whispered between kisses. “I want to feel you, now.”
“This soon?” Jack murmured.
“Uh-huh.” This time, it was said slowly, certainly. Jack blinked his eyes open to find the younger man watching him, deep, dark eyes framed by thick eyelashes of smoky honey. “I want you.”
Jack couldn’t speak at first. Then, all he could say was, “Oh.”
“I want you, Jack. Is that hard to believe?” Now it was Will’s hands on his back, bearing him down again. “I want you to fuck me, possess me. I want a claim on you that can’t be taken back, Captain.”
Every time Will gave his head that little shake, his curls tossed; Jack’s eyes were drawn to them.. He reached up and ran his fingertips through the fine, sweaty hair, hypnotized by the steady, even rhythm of Will’s breathing. “Wanted you since-“
“If you say ‘the first time you saw me,’ I’ll know you’re lying.” Jack frowned; Will smiled. “Even I’m not that naive; I annoyed the hell out of you, our first meeting, mainly because I beat you.”
“I wasn’ gon’ say that.” Jack shook his head, beads tinkling, to soft laughter from Will. “I was going to say, since we first parted ways. I saw you goin’ off with ‘Lizbeth, and I couldn’ help thinkin’ she jus’ wasn’t for you.”
“And now?”
Jack answered with his kisses, passionate and earnest and filled with lots of tongue and spice. Hearing Will eventually moan, he smiled against the man’s lips and spoke. “That’s what I think.”
A chuckle. “You’re an astute man, Jack.” He lifted his hips, writhing. “Get that?”
“Well, mate, I think you’re ‘bout to, least.” He hadn’t even gotten off once, and already, Will was hard for the second time; Jack silently lamented his lost youth. Through another long, languid kiss, he murmured, “You didn’ beat me, y’ know.”
Will shifted as Jack insinuated a hand down between their bodies, leading a kiss south to nip sharply at a beard braid at that. “Yes, I did.”
“Un-unh.” Jack licked the underside of Will’s nose, up around the broad-edged tip. Ginger squeezes around both their swollen lances produced copious fluid used to stroke the perimeter of Will’s tight back entrance. He loved the way the smith kept one heel stubbornly pressed against the back of Jack’s leg, even as he’d had to set the other foot flat on the bed, knee up and wide to allow the man access to his arse. Finally, Jack eased his middle finger into the tight hole, tongue tracing the rim of Will’s lips. “Relax,” he whispered, eyes open to witness Will’s expression of discomfort. “Just let me ....”
Will nodded quickly, eyes still screwed shut, and Jack rocked his hand, pressing deeper and searching. He knew he’d found the proper spot when Will’s eyes flew open and he went perfectly still. “Jack.” He gripped the pirate’s arm and clenched, then. “There – oh, there.”
“Aye, ‘tis.” He kept touching, stroking, gently ramming with the tip of his finger, pausing only long enough to add another on a downstroke. They glided back and forth, their owner lost in amber eyes of deep pleasure that blinked every so often out of time with Will’s erratic panting. They were speechless, but not quiet. When Jack dipped his head to kiss Will, the smith parted his lips and snaked his tongue between Jack’s, flicking at first, then thrusting in and out, much like he was being fucked. His hand clutched Jack’s bicep, fingers digging in, his other hand splayed on the curve of Jack’s arse.
Jack withdrew his fingers, milked more fluid, and caressed himself firmly with it as he put an end to Will’s tongue with a powerful kiss that drew the young man’s head up off the pillow. Dazed by Will’s moan, Jack abandoned his mouth to breathe up along the side of his face and lave at his temple as he shifted his hips and poked the head of his shaft into Will. Muscle resisted, Will twisted a bit in initial discomfort, but Jack sallied forth, easing the rest of it inside, hand pressed firmly to the man’s smooth inner thigh to hold him in place.
Once buried, Jack trailed his fingertips past the edge of the entrance and up over the base of his cock, joined, catching Will’s wide eyes with his own lustful gaze. He stroked his own sac and rolled it side to side across Will’s arse, stroking the taut, sensitive skin with the fuzzed looseness, making his hips twitch. They inhaled each other’s breath, both trembling as Jack’s fingers slowly worked. “You .... do that too well,” Will muttered thickly, licking at visibly dry lips. “Practice?”
“All instinct with you,” Jack shook his head lazily. “Never spent this much time before chasin’ someone.”
“Why?” As Jack withdrew a few inches and eased back in equally slowly, Will’s eyes drew closed and he cried out, softly. “Why, Jack? Others would’ve been easier ...”
“Others are not you.” Jack withdrew again, hesitated, and buried himself once more. And again. And again, and again, until he was withdrawing and thrusting instead of easing. “I wanted you, m’ Will, an’ no one else here.” He paused on a thrust and ran his fingertips once again along their joined, sheathed skin. “This is th’ way we ought t’ be.”
“Yes.” Will nodded, lifting his hips on the next thrust to meet Jack. “Oh, yeah ....”
Several thrusts later, Jack reached up to wrap his fingers around the base of Will’s staff and hold for a moment as their bodies continued to move. His fist slid up, then down, establishing the same rhythm as his thrusts, until Will was jerking up on his own, ragged grunts revealing his pleasure. Warm ribbons of moisture exploded over Jack’s wrist and abdomen, and he increased his pressure, rocking hard up into Will as he unclenched, releasing deep inside his lover with only a few loud gasps.
Neither spoke for two minutes, and Will broke it with, “I did beat you.” His voice was raspy and cracked, the humorous intent of his speech at odds with the emotion in the tone.
“Not possible.” Jack lifted up and kissed his sweaty forehead.
“Wasn’t the one who ended up on the floor ‘tween my feet.” Will’s hands didn’t leave Jack’s arm or back, still clutching, still needy.
“Hmm. Guess I’ll jus’ have t’ shoot you next time.” Jack tilted his forehead against Will’s, and their eyes caught ... held.
Will studied him for an endless time, then swallowed and licked his lips. “I love you.”
Jack’s eyes snapped open and he shivered violently. The outside temperature had taken a dip at some point, and the night was chilly. He sat up and looked around, noticed Will was shivering somewhat, too. Landing silently on his feet, he padded to the window and pulled it shut, tugging the curtains in place as if they could help keep out the draft. He paused by Will’s bed and lifted his covers, tugging them higher and settling them against his collarbone. The smith shifted a bit, actually snuggling into the warm blanket, an unconscious smile Jack’s reward.
Able to watch only a moment before feeling cold himself, Jack turned and slid back into his own bed, this time beneath the covers and on his side facing away from Will. He couldn’t afford to be in love, let alone with Will Turner, who would likely regard the entire matter with disgust.
And yet, he didn’t have much choice but to admit as much after all this time – and deal with the consequences.
He didn’t fall asleep for hours. He sat cross-legged on his bed, a couple of candles and dim moonlight his only illumination as he watched Will sleep. The young man rested on his back as mild sedatives coursed through his system; those and the bandage binding his midsection were courtesy of the Martenses’ doctor, who’d also examined Elizabeth and Ivy and found both physically unhurt.
He looks so thin. Jack’s frown etched in deeper as he noted how the covers hugged Will’s legs and hips. His captors hadn’t fed him, in addition to tenderizing some internal organs and ribs – when Jack saw the bruises, he resisted the urge to try to pull Will close. He wouldn’t have appreciated it, and he doesn’t need protecting, Jack reminded himself. Do you know how ridiculous that would make him feel if he knew?
But I do want to protect him. I know he’s a grown man; I know he’s capable of taking care of himself. But if I’d been there to fight with him, I’d have never let this happen to him; never let him be taken. Him or Ivy. Jack dropped his head, shaking it.
Leave her out of this, just this once.
What’s that supposed to mean? It wasn’t Pearl reprimanding him this time; it was some renegade part of his own mind.
You always pull her into this, try to pretend you see them both the same way, as children. Guess what? You haven’t seen Will as a child in, oh ... never. From the moment you met, he was giving you a rough time, and certainly not in the way a little boy can.
All I was thinking is how they both worried me because they were kidnapped. They didn’t do anything to deserve it.
And Elizabeth did? The Mind smirked at Jack’s hypocrisy. She just keeps getting in your way, between the two of you, doesn’t she?
He sighed. Nothing to get between. Be nice if there were. Surprisingly, The Mind kept its counsel this time. Good God ... I love him. Worse than that, I’m in love with him. I shouldn’t do this ...
There’s a reason for everything.
... But I want it. I want him more than I could ever express; I admit that. Jack straightened his neck to crack the vertebrae, pausing his head in a tilt as he took in Will’s appearance for once without the burden of having to remember he was a friend’s son. One hand rested on his stomach, fingers curled in; the other, the one closest to Jack, on the bed itself. He snored softly, almost inaudibly, his lips parted beneath his broad nose, his head turned the barest few degrees toward Jack, pillowed in a cap of short mahogany curls. Beneath the blanket, his injured leg was crooked up at the knee; Jack had doubled a large pillow to slide beneath it for support before pulling the covers up around the man’s waist. “Thanks,” he’d whispered.
“No problem, mate. Get some sleep, and we’ll be back at th’ swords once you’ve gotten rid o’ these bandages.” He’d kept his tone light despite worry about the blood still seeping lightly into his leg bandage from the gash; walking around today hadn’t helped. The doctor had explained as long as it remained free of discoloration from pus, it would eventually scab completely and heal.
“Need to get back in practice, I guess.” Will had licked his dry lips, prompting Jack to pour a glass of water at the nightstand and slide a hand beneath his back to help him sit up. Once he was finished, he’d settled back into his pillow, a steadying hand gripping Jack’s arm. “Thank you ... again.” He’d fallen asleep then, very shortly after, obviously exhausted and weakened.
Jack felt his eyelids wavering, heavy for sleep, so he gave in to the urge to lean over on his side into his own pillow and stretch out his body, daydreaming and still watching Will. Will ... my Will ...
He blinked as he shifted and felt another warm body against his; breathing drew in a familiar scent, that of smoke and wood and leather. Jack blew out briefly and inhaled deeper, taking in the same, this time overlaid with the tangy salt of Will’s perspiration. Again; the same scent.
He opened his eyes into another pair of dark, warm orbs. “Good morning,” Will murmured. This one wasn’t wearing a bandage, and his hair had grown back out to its normal length.
“Is it?”
Will grinned, and Jack noticed the moustache and goatee framing his broad lips as he shifted on his side to face the pirate. “Well, only in the strictest sense of the word; it is after midnight.”
Jack’s eyes searched his face for signs of remaining injury or trauma. “You look better.”
“Better than what?” Jack chuckled, as did Will, at that. “Sore ribs and blood don’t belong in this kind of experience, really,” the smith added.
“What kind?”
Will covered the few inches separating them and slid his nose along Jack’s, pressing his lips to the pirate’s. Jack blinked and waited for the momentary shock to pass, until feeling returned to his face so he could part his lips and deepen the kiss. It seemed his own bushy moustache had grown back, as well as his hair, which Will was clutching, stroking in the midst of this caress..
“Will ... love.” Jack murmured to him as they stopped for breath. He pressed his palm to the small of Will’s bare back, just at the swell of his backside, rubbing in tiny circles.
Will’s teeth gently worried at Jack’s lower lip. “Fuck me, Jack,” he commanded in a low moan, tilting his hips forward.
“The bruises ....” No surprise in dreams at such requests, Jack noted.
“Don’t have any.” Will smiled into Jack’s ruddy lips. “Yet.”
Their bodies pressed together as Jack instigated the next kiss, more involved and warmer than the last, and Will gasped as Jack’s cock brushed his. “You like that,” the pirate accused softly.
“Do it again,” was all the smith could manage, breath hot on Jack’s damp lips.
Jack deliberately lifted his hips into Will’s, rocking against him. They continued kissing, each moaning as their pricks caressed, slid together, finding little purchase. Will clutched at Jack’s shoulder as he moved, small, helpless noises pressed into Jack’s tongue as their mouths collided. “More,” he encouraged the pirate.
At that, Jack used his lower knee to brace himself and turn Will to his back, pushing up on his hands to hover over the smith. Will gazed up at him, eyes dark and delicately lined in shadows, his fingers stroking at the subtle curves in Jack’s hard chest and stomach. Jack silently answered the tilt of his chin with another kiss, this one airy and slow and unlike in nature either of them individually. He ruffled Will’s moustache with the tip of his tongue and felt his partner nip at the small braids in his beard, laving the beads threaded through. “What’re you doing t’ me?” Jack finally managed to whisper.
“I could ask the same of you.” Will angled his head back into the pillow again, and Jack traced the line of his jaw to the bristly skin of the man’s long, warm, fragrant throat, where he licked at the pulse, up to Will’s earlobe and around it. “Oh, God.” Will trembled and nearly sobbed.
“Sensitive ears?”
“You don’t know ... the half of it,” Will panted.
“Hmm ... really?” Jack snaked his tongue out and traced the shell once, twice, three times before plunging into the canal itself, fucking it. The man arched hard into him and wrapped his arms tightly about Jack’s torso, pulling him down as they undulated against each other. Jack withdrew, wanting to savor more of the body beneath him, and slid lower in Will’s embrace, licking into the pool of his clavicle. He trailed kisses across the center of that chest, breathing hotly and peaking each nipple, Will’s cock trapped against his stomach and leaking on it the entire time. Reaching down, Jack took hold of the stiff shaft, squeezing gingerly as he stroked, while laving the line of light hair that led through the man’s navel straight to his pelvis.
“Jack, yes ... ah .... there, that, ohhhh.” Will’s hips lifted, twisted, his weeping prick gliding effortlessly through the grip of Jack’s dark fingers, slick with himself. “Oh, please?”
Beginning at the root of the scrotum, Jack licked the delicate vein on the underside of the shaft to its head, and swirled the tip of his tongue in the tiny slit on top. This drew an agonized groan from its owner, whose hands were balling into the sheets. Jack grinned and swallowed half the cock rapidly, then patiently released it. “Want more?” he rumbled.
“Uh-huh,” came the rapid-fire, pained answer.
Poising himself for work, Jack descended again and began massaging the organ with his tongue and roof of his mouth. Eventually, he felt fingers in his thick hair, stroking, messing, tugging in short, gentle bursts; when he got a hand beneath the scrotum and began squeezing in time, Will came halfway off the bed and shot quickly, unexpectedly, down his throat, a strangled moan Jack’s only warning as he choked it down.
He was leaning back on his knees, licking his lips and swiping at his mouth with a nearby sheet when he felt the hands on his face, pulling it up. “I’m sorry,” Will apologized, looking truly upset. “I’m so sorry, Jack; I ... had no idea I’d-“
“It’s all right,” Jack reassured him, shaking his head and pushing Will back into the bed. “I should’ve known m’self and seen it comin’.” He grinned around the deliberate pun, earning a relieved expression and eye-roll from his partner. “Mind if I kiss you?”
Will glanced at Jack’s mouth. “Does it ...?”
“Yes. But I don’ think it’ll matter.” With that, the pirate leaned in and brushed once, twice at Will’s lips, rewarded with a firmer kiss in return and a tongue tentatively seeking to part his mouth. They kissed deeply, hotly, Will sliding each foot down the back of Jack’s thighs as he straddled his hips.
“Inside me,” he whispered between kisses. “I want to feel you, now.”
“This soon?” Jack murmured.
“Uh-huh.” This time, it was said slowly, certainly. Jack blinked his eyes open to find the younger man watching him, deep, dark eyes framed by thick eyelashes of smoky honey. “I want you.”
Jack couldn’t speak at first. Then, all he could say was, “Oh.”
“I want you, Jack. Is that hard to believe?” Now it was Will’s hands on his back, bearing him down again. “I want you to fuck me, possess me. I want a claim on you that can’t be taken back, Captain.”
Every time Will gave his head that little shake, his curls tossed; Jack’s eyes were drawn to them.. He reached up and ran his fingertips through the fine, sweaty hair, hypnotized by the steady, even rhythm of Will’s breathing. “Wanted you since-“
“If you say ‘the first time you saw me,’ I’ll know you’re lying.” Jack frowned; Will smiled. “Even I’m not that naive; I annoyed the hell out of you, our first meeting, mainly because I beat you.”
“I wasn’ gon’ say that.” Jack shook his head, beads tinkling, to soft laughter from Will. “I was going to say, since we first parted ways. I saw you goin’ off with ‘Lizbeth, and I couldn’ help thinkin’ she jus’ wasn’t for you.”
“And now?”
Jack answered with his kisses, passionate and earnest and filled with lots of tongue and spice. Hearing Will eventually moan, he smiled against the man’s lips and spoke. “That’s what I think.”
A chuckle. “You’re an astute man, Jack.” He lifted his hips, writhing. “Get that?”
“Well, mate, I think you’re ‘bout to, least.” He hadn’t even gotten off once, and already, Will was hard for the second time; Jack silently lamented his lost youth. Through another long, languid kiss, he murmured, “You didn’ beat me, y’ know.”
Will shifted as Jack insinuated a hand down between their bodies, leading a kiss south to nip sharply at a beard braid at that. “Yes, I did.”
“Un-unh.” Jack licked the underside of Will’s nose, up around the broad-edged tip. Ginger squeezes around both their swollen lances produced copious fluid used to stroke the perimeter of Will’s tight back entrance. He loved the way the smith kept one heel stubbornly pressed against the back of Jack’s leg, even as he’d had to set the other foot flat on the bed, knee up and wide to allow the man access to his arse. Finally, Jack eased his middle finger into the tight hole, tongue tracing the rim of Will’s lips. “Relax,” he whispered, eyes open to witness Will’s expression of discomfort. “Just let me ....”
Will nodded quickly, eyes still screwed shut, and Jack rocked his hand, pressing deeper and searching. He knew he’d found the proper spot when Will’s eyes flew open and he went perfectly still. “Jack.” He gripped the pirate’s arm and clenched, then. “There – oh, there.”
“Aye, ‘tis.” He kept touching, stroking, gently ramming with the tip of his finger, pausing only long enough to add another on a downstroke. They glided back and forth, their owner lost in amber eyes of deep pleasure that blinked every so often out of time with Will’s erratic panting. They were speechless, but not quiet. When Jack dipped his head to kiss Will, the smith parted his lips and snaked his tongue between Jack’s, flicking at first, then thrusting in and out, much like he was being fucked. His hand clutched Jack’s bicep, fingers digging in, his other hand splayed on the curve of Jack’s arse.
Jack withdrew his fingers, milked more fluid, and caressed himself firmly with it as he put an end to Will’s tongue with a powerful kiss that drew the young man’s head up off the pillow. Dazed by Will’s moan, Jack abandoned his mouth to breathe up along the side of his face and lave at his temple as he shifted his hips and poked the head of his shaft into Will. Muscle resisted, Will twisted a bit in initial discomfort, but Jack sallied forth, easing the rest of it inside, hand pressed firmly to the man’s smooth inner thigh to hold him in place.
Once buried, Jack trailed his fingertips past the edge of the entrance and up over the base of his cock, joined, catching Will’s wide eyes with his own lustful gaze. He stroked his own sac and rolled it side to side across Will’s arse, stroking the taut, sensitive skin with the fuzzed looseness, making his hips twitch. They inhaled each other’s breath, both trembling as Jack’s fingers slowly worked. “You .... do that too well,” Will muttered thickly, licking at visibly dry lips. “Practice?”
“All instinct with you,” Jack shook his head lazily. “Never spent this much time before chasin’ someone.”
“Why?” As Jack withdrew a few inches and eased back in equally slowly, Will’s eyes drew closed and he cried out, softly. “Why, Jack? Others would’ve been easier ...”
“Others are not you.” Jack withdrew again, hesitated, and buried himself once more. And again. And again, and again, until he was withdrawing and thrusting instead of easing. “I wanted you, m’ Will, an’ no one else here.” He paused on a thrust and ran his fingertips once again along their joined, sheathed skin. “This is th’ way we ought t’ be.”
“Yes.” Will nodded, lifting his hips on the next thrust to meet Jack. “Oh, yeah ....”
Several thrusts later, Jack reached up to wrap his fingers around the base of Will’s staff and hold for a moment as their bodies continued to move. His fist slid up, then down, establishing the same rhythm as his thrusts, until Will was jerking up on his own, ragged grunts revealing his pleasure. Warm ribbons of moisture exploded over Jack’s wrist and abdomen, and he increased his pressure, rocking hard up into Will as he unclenched, releasing deep inside his lover with only a few loud gasps.
Neither spoke for two minutes, and Will broke it with, “I did beat you.” His voice was raspy and cracked, the humorous intent of his speech at odds with the emotion in the tone.
“Not possible.” Jack lifted up and kissed his sweaty forehead.
“Wasn’t the one who ended up on the floor ‘tween my feet.” Will’s hands didn’t leave Jack’s arm or back, still clutching, still needy.
“Hmm. Guess I’ll jus’ have t’ shoot you next time.” Jack tilted his forehead against Will’s, and their eyes caught ... held.
Will studied him for an endless time, then swallowed and licked his lips. “I love you.”
Jack’s eyes snapped open and he shivered violently. The outside temperature had taken a dip at some point, and the night was chilly. He sat up and looked around, noticed Will was shivering somewhat, too. Landing silently on his feet, he padded to the window and pulled it shut, tugging the curtains in place as if they could help keep out the draft. He paused by Will’s bed and lifted his covers, tugging them higher and settling them against his collarbone. The smith shifted a bit, actually snuggling into the warm blanket, an unconscious smile Jack’s reward.
Able to watch only a moment before feeling cold himself, Jack turned and slid back into his own bed, this time beneath the covers and on his side facing away from Will. He couldn’t afford to be in love, let alone with Will Turner, who would likely regard the entire matter with disgust.
And yet, he didn’t have much choice but to admit as much after all this time – and deal with the consequences.
