Bit of a teaser
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veronica_richSo, I'm still working on the final part of "Contradictions," which doesn't even have a title yet. But there's a scene stuck in near the beginning I thought I'd post, purely a dirty, PWP-style selection. (It's an adult rating, so no peeking, Tiny Eyes ...)
They made it back to Pearl in under two hours, including ducking between buildings to get to the docks and rowing back out to the ship. Escape was serious work, and nothing distracted them until they were about halfway out on the water. Jack leaned back, watching Will row, studying his arms and shoulders and the way he pressed the soles of his feet into the bottom of the boat to gain leverage. The slender, boyish smith of Port Royale almost two years ago had been replaced by a sturdier frame of upper-body musculature, sharper facial features, quirkier brow, and longer curls.
Stretching forward, Jack pressed an impulsive kiss to Will’s mouth, gaining entrance before sliding a hand between the man’s legs to cup his half-hard shaft. “Jack!” he chastised, pulling back a few inches and pausing in his rowing. “Do you want to get to the ship, or don’t you?”
“Oh, I forgot.” With a careless air, Jack leaned back again, widening his feet in the bottom of the boat. He slid his hand toward his own groin, eyes on Will, who still hadn’t resumed his rowing. Never taking his eyes off Will’s face, he licked his lips and unfastened his breeches with a few simple tugs. “You like t’ watch.” Palming his own cock, he lifted it free of the material and let his head fall back as he stroked it up and down, feeling the burn of those hazel eyes fixed on his ringed fingers.
Will hissed. “Dammit, Jack, this is serious. We might be pursued.”
He tightened his grip, stroking harder, then loosened it to allow his cock to bounce a little, reaching down to cup and withdraw his bollocks as well. A moment later, he heard the clatter of wood on wood, and his hand was being pushed aside amid the noise. When he opened his eyes and tilted his head up, it was just in time to see Will, on his knees, swallowing him halfway down. “Oh, yeah,” Jack encouraged, reaching up to stroke that loose, soft hair. “Suck me, love. H-Harder, now. We might be … pursued.”
Will growled low in the back of his throat, and Jack felt the vibration. He fell back on both elbows braced on the sides of the rowboat, trying to leverage so he could thrust. Will, however, anticipated and forcefully held Jack’s thighs to the seat with strong hands, tonguing the underside of his cock even as he tightened the back of his throat around the crown, squeezing, coaxing. Jack let a loud, ragged groan escape his throat, then another, half-hoping to be discovered. He didn’t want to share Will with anyone, but at the same time, the occasional urge for the world to see what the gorgeous young man could do to him was overpowering.
The smith grasped his balls, squeezing, stroking, rubbing, and it was too much. Jack pulsed into Will’s throat, hips pumping, buttocks clenched, sounds desperate and high. He heard the short, sucking sounds of swallowing, and released a heavy, tense sigh. “Really hits th’ spot,” he murmured, relaxing as he felt Will draw off.
“Maybe now you’ll shut up,” the younger man groused, picking up his oars again. “We’re almost there, Your Highness; you might want to rethink your entrance.” Jack looked up in time to see Will nodding toward his groin, amusement in his tone.
They made it back to Pearl in under two hours, including ducking between buildings to get to the docks and rowing back out to the ship. Escape was serious work, and nothing distracted them until they were about halfway out on the water. Jack leaned back, watching Will row, studying his arms and shoulders and the way he pressed the soles of his feet into the bottom of the boat to gain leverage. The slender, boyish smith of Port Royale almost two years ago had been replaced by a sturdier frame of upper-body musculature, sharper facial features, quirkier brow, and longer curls.
Stretching forward, Jack pressed an impulsive kiss to Will’s mouth, gaining entrance before sliding a hand between the man’s legs to cup his half-hard shaft. “Jack!” he chastised, pulling back a few inches and pausing in his rowing. “Do you want to get to the ship, or don’t you?”
“Oh, I forgot.” With a careless air, Jack leaned back again, widening his feet in the bottom of the boat. He slid his hand toward his own groin, eyes on Will, who still hadn’t resumed his rowing. Never taking his eyes off Will’s face, he licked his lips and unfastened his breeches with a few simple tugs. “You like t’ watch.” Palming his own cock, he lifted it free of the material and let his head fall back as he stroked it up and down, feeling the burn of those hazel eyes fixed on his ringed fingers.
Will hissed. “Dammit, Jack, this is serious. We might be pursued.”
He tightened his grip, stroking harder, then loosened it to allow his cock to bounce a little, reaching down to cup and withdraw his bollocks as well. A moment later, he heard the clatter of wood on wood, and his hand was being pushed aside amid the noise. When he opened his eyes and tilted his head up, it was just in time to see Will, on his knees, swallowing him halfway down. “Oh, yeah,” Jack encouraged, reaching up to stroke that loose, soft hair. “Suck me, love. H-Harder, now. We might be … pursued.”
Will growled low in the back of his throat, and Jack felt the vibration. He fell back on both elbows braced on the sides of the rowboat, trying to leverage so he could thrust. Will, however, anticipated and forcefully held Jack’s thighs to the seat with strong hands, tonguing the underside of his cock even as he tightened the back of his throat around the crown, squeezing, coaxing. Jack let a loud, ragged groan escape his throat, then another, half-hoping to be discovered. He didn’t want to share Will with anyone, but at the same time, the occasional urge for the world to see what the gorgeous young man could do to him was overpowering.
The smith grasped his balls, squeezing, stroking, rubbing, and it was too much. Jack pulsed into Will’s throat, hips pumping, buttocks clenched, sounds desperate and high. He heard the short, sucking sounds of swallowing, and released a heavy, tense sigh. “Really hits th’ spot,” he murmured, relaxing as he felt Will draw off.
“Maybe now you’ll shut up,” the younger man groused, picking up his oars again. “We’re almost there, Your Highness; you might want to rethink your entrance.” Jack looked up in time to see Will nodding toward his groin, amusement in his tone.
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Date: 2006-02-20 04:32 am (UTC)Oh god, I cannot WAIT for more of this. I'm on pins and needles, curse you and your crazy sexy writing T_T
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Date: 2006-02-20 05:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-20 07:28 am (UTC)Now how'm I supposed to concentrate on doing homework? Very, very nice.
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Date: 2006-02-21 02:48 am (UTC)- Silver Rose
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Date: 2006-02-23 05:55 pm (UTC)I love Jack 'commanding' Will, and Will's actions are just perfect in this little snippet.
More Please!