Rating: Hard R/mild NC-17
Summary: The request was for h/c with Jack giving the comfort and a happy ending. Hope it matches up with your expectations, Seraphina :)
Written for: Queen Seraphina
Warnings: J/W sex, obviously. Mild h/c, but has a happy ending.
Disclaimer: Disney may own Pirates of the Caribbean, but Johnny Depp will always own Jack Sparrow.
Feedback: Most welcome. Especially from Seraphina.
The clang of metal was alive in the air aboard the Black Pearl. Brown eyes met brown eyes, and each man saw a fierceness in the others gaze that just beckoned him to fight harder.
It was a mock swordfight, of course, but anyone observing the two gentlemen might not have been able to tell. One swayed and the other lunged, advancing and retreating, following one another across the deck, bare feet providing more traction than even the best shoes could.
Then there was a painful ripping sound, followed by a dull thud as one sword was dropped to the deck, and an identical noise as the other followed.
Will! I didnt mean it
Its alright, Jack, just a flesh wound nothing more than a surface cut.
Blood dripped to the deck, staining the already oft-marked wood a dark crimson.
But I hurt you. The older of the two was practically pouting, even though it was the younger that was injured.
Yes, but you didnt mean to.
A strange glint appeared in Jacks eyes after Will said this, and he bent down to pick up both swords. Perhaps youd better come with me, mate. The lights better in my cabin well look at it there, savvy?
Jack, the lights better out here. The sun
I said the lights better in my cabin, ergo, it is. Follow me.
If you insist
Leaving Anamaria at the helm, the two men walked below deck and into the captains cabin.
Now sit on the table there and let ol Jack have a look at y.
Will didnt argue, seating himself on the table having to push several rum-stained maps aside to do so and pulling up his sleeve so that Jack could see the diagonal cut across his forearm. It wasnt deep, but it was bleeding profusely, already staining Wills torn white shirt.
Hmmm. Jack said, narrowing his eyes, tapping his chin and trying to look doctorly. He was failing miserably, instead winding up looking like a disapproving father, eyeing his youngest daughter after shed arrived home after curfew. May need stitches prolly wont, though. Just a bandage and a lot of rum, aye?
Will blinked, shaking his head and smiling indulgently at Jack. It really doesnt hurt that badly, Jack I can barely feel it.
Nonsense. You must be in awful pain Ill have to distract you somehow. Jack said, speaking so quietly that Will wasnt sure hed said anything. But first, a bandage! My kingdom for a bandage! Jack was off again, reeling around the cabin, digging in trunks and drawers, trying to find something suitable to use as a bandage. Meanwhile Will sat, holding out the ragged cloth he usually wore around his wrist, letting it dangle in the air until Jack finally caught sight of it. Brilliant, William! Here
Obediently, Will sat still on the table, allowing Jack to manhandle his arm, to twist it around and try to figure the best way to tie the cloth just tight enough to stop the bleeding, or at least slow it.
Ow Jack, thats a bit tight Will said, watching the lower half of his arm quickly turn from healthy pink to purplish-red, and then start to turn white before Jack finally realized what hed done. He loosened the cloth and then patted Wills arm, his rough fingers sending inadvertent shivers up Wills spine.
There you are, lad, good as new to a degree. As best as you can be, figuratively speaking, because none of us are as good as new after were new, because were not new, so we cant hardly be as good as it, now can we? And even when you are new you cant be, because then youre not as good as new, you are new. As I thought. He said when Will nodded, agreeing so Jack would stop talking.
Jack, Im going to go back above deck Will began, but was silenced by a finger on his lips, stopping him from speaking as Jack leaned in close, so close in fact that Will could smell the alcohol on his breath. Jack? He asked, a little confused. Jacks finger pressed against Wills lip as though that would finally silence Will, and the blacksmith was obediently quiet.
I said I was going to distract you, lad and I only know one way to do that. There was a glint of gold as Jack smiled, but then Will couldnt focus on the pirates face any more because Jack was kissing him. Will had kissed Jack often enough before and he would never have thought the combined tastes of soured alcohol, decades of bad hygiene and the tang of gold teeth would have been something he craved.
Jack He panted when he pulled away, brown eyes wide. How is this going to distract me from the cut on my arm?
Jacks expression darkened. It was working til you mentioned it, whelp, and now youre thinking about it again so Ill have to redouble my efforts, aye?
Will stared at Jack for a few moments before an almost impish grin tugged at his lips. I suppose you will. Carry on, Captain. He leaned back on his elbows, looking up at Jack almost expectantly.
Excellent. Jack murmured. He leaned in and pulled at Wills shirt, managing to get it off over the boys head without causing undue pain.
Jack Jack, please Will murmured, practically writhing on the table, obviously impatient. The pirate captain favored the blacksmith with a gold-tinted grin and pulled him close, smashing his lips against the boys to quiet him while he began to slither out of his own clothing at least, what he could get off using only one hand, since his other hand was stroking Wills arm like it was a cat. A moment later Jack was missing his shirt and Wills breeches were loosened to the point that Jack could reach inside. Will whimpered against Jacks lips, pressing against him and in his enthusiasm managing to catch the captain unawares. Jack fell over backwards on to the floor, landing somehow with Will on his chest and his teeth digging into Wills lip.
Sorry. Jack whispered, his voice low and almost grating to Wills ears as he lapped the blood from the smiths lower lip. It was a small cut, but Jack wanted to make sure it was soothed as much as possible. Besides, it distracted Will from the fact that he was rapidly losing his already-loosened breeches. The pair rolled over so Will was beneath Jack and the pirate captain reached out, blindly fumbling for something that was unfortunately too far for him to reach. With an irritated groan that didnt suit a man his age, Jack heaved himself off Wills body and went in search of his small vial of oil he saved for just such occasions, leaving Will breathless and a little confused. A moment later hed settled on the blacksmith-turned-pirates stomach again, that particular grin on his face. That grin used to frighten Will well, to be honest, the grin itself wasnt what scared him, but the warm, tightly coiled sensation it produced in his lower belly did. No more, though. He knew what that feeling was now, and though it hadnt happened quickly, hed learned to accept it and embrace it. It was simple: he lusted after Jack, and, as Jack had told him repeatedly in his rare completely sober moments, that was a fine thing. A very fine thing indeed, as far as Jack was concerned.
Will gasped when, a moment later, he found himself devoid of all the clothing hed been wearing. He stared up at Jack, who just grinned and slowly pushed a roughened finger into Will.
Dont dont go so slowly, Jack Will panted. I can handle it. His eyes opened for a moment and he stared convincingly up at the pirate captain. Jack wavered, then consented, curling his finger inside Will. Jack! Will exclaimed, shaking his head and flailing, grabbing Jacks arm and stilling it where it was. You. Inside. Now. He demanded.
There were few protests, and a moment later Will had his ankles hooked at the back of Jacks neck, his back pressed tightly against the floor. Will had long ago made the comparison that Jack fucked as he fought advancing and retreating until Will thought he might go insane. Will heard someone repeating Jacks name over and over, and it finally struck him that it was his own voice, raggedly calling out to Jack for harder, faster, more. Jack easily complied, slim hips pistoning forward and back, falling into a not-quite rhythm that made Wills back arch and his toes curl.
It was over too soon. With a yelp that might have been embarrassing in any other situation, Will found his stomach covered in sticky whiteness and felt a heat inside him so intense his eyes literally rolled back in his head. When he came down from his high, he found Jack looking down at him intently, a hint of a smile on his roguish face.
Hmm Captain, I believe my arm is throbbing. Will said, doing his best to look distressed, as though his arm really did hurt. Perhaps youll have to distract me again.
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