TITLE: Maddening
AUTHOR: Pervinca Took (PervincaTook@yahoo.com)
PAIRING: Jack/WIll
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Jack and Will are on the <I>Interceptor</I>, en route to Tortuga, and interesting things happen
DISCLAIMER: These boys are not mine, nor am I making money from them.
WARNING: Slash
FEEDBACK: Please.
ARCHIVE: Please.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is just hot, pirate boylove, for no other reason than I needed a break from all the hobbitslash I have been cranking out. Very little in the way of plot, and I'll freely admit that.

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The Caribbean sun made its lazy, slow decent towards the horizon, bathing everything in a soft, rosy-golden light. Jack leaned back against the mainmast lazily and took a healthy swig of rum. He watched Will over the edge of the bottle as he drank, his dark eyes sweeping up and down his luscious, muscular frame. The earlier warmth, when the sun was high, had caused Will to strip down to the waist, a display Jack was finding both exquisite and distressing.

The whelp was maddening, really.

In truth, Jack had been taken by him from the first. Will had been wild-eyed and daring in an almost exotic way, and his flushed face and the determined set of his jaw had only served to make him more appetizing. Jack had not seen something so fit to eat, male or female, in many, many years. However, the insistent way in which Will had been trying to kill him had been most off-putting, and Jack had managed to concentrate on the matter to hand. When he awoke after the soldiers of the garrison had whisked him away, he had push the vision of Will out of his mind, figuring he would never lay eyes on him again.

No such luck.

Jack was beginning to think this entire affair had been a bad idea, since it meant having to be cloistered in such a small, enclosed space with this lovely, yet disturbing creature. It turned out the swift, commandeered navel vessel was smaller than she appeared, once one was on her decks. Confiningly small, now that Jack thought about it. He was trapped, with no way to ignore the lad, and nowhere to hide from his sheer, golden beauty and his sensual, fluid movements. Jack sighed quietly as he felt a familiar heat kindling low in his belly, and tried to drown it in another swig of rum.

The whelp was going to have to go overboard, before Jack lost what was left of his mind.

Will was at the helm, with his back to Jack, unaware of the older man's searching, almost desperate gaze. He was also, blessedly, unaware of the effect his mere, yet partially naked presence was having on Jack. He was staring to the point of leering, and the stirring below his belt was near to announcing itself to anyone with eyes to see it.

Unused to the continuous pitch and roll of a sailing ship, Will was standing with his feet planted firmly on the deck, holding onto the large, wooden wheel as if he expected the deck to be heaved out from under him at any moment. Jack watched the boy, amusement playing across his lips. Currently, the sea was gentle enough, and Jack barely noticed the <i>Interceptor's</i> light, rocking motions.

The ship pitched a bit to starboard, causing Will to grasp the wheel in earnest. He leaned forward into the wheel slightly, bending over just enough to accentuate the curve of his backside. Jack groaned, wanting to move closer, wanting to see the tight fabric of Will's breeches straining over his golden skin. Wanting to be near enough he could run his hand over the lovely swell and dig his fingernails into the taut flesh, making the lad gasp.

Jack remained at the mainmast, not daring to move closer, as much as he wanted to. The urge to toss Will to the deck and cut the remainder of his clothes from him was near to uncontrollable as it was. Jack swirled the rum around in the bottle and frowned at its near emptiness before draining the last of it. His groin ached fiercely, but there was naught he could do about it. The lad had been raised in polite society, and would likely consider bedding a man depraved or perverse. Like as not, any advances Jack made in that direction would result in the unsheathing of swords.

The whelp was definitely going to have to go overboard, and Jack was definitely going to need more to drink.

"Jack?" Will questioned softly. Jack winced inwardly, realizing Will, who had abandoned the helm and was now approaching him, had heard his muted noise.

"Captain." Jack reminded, schooling his voice to sound weary. He stared intently at the bottle, trying to distract himself from Will's proximity and nakedness.

"I thought I heard you speaking." Will said, cocking his head to the side.

Forced to turn his attention to the lad, Jack gave a noncommittal shrug, and waved Will off, gesturing towards the helm. Will remained, eyeing Jack with pursed lips, taking in his heated face and tight expression. Will's gaze grew concerned, and obviously assuming he was unwell, laid the back of his hand against Jack's cheek, as if checking for fever. Jack forced himself not to gasp at the contact, as Will's touch had sparked even more intense interest below his belt. He pushed Will's hand away, though he was unable to keep himself from holding it briefly. Will made no indication that he noticed Jack's lingering touch on his hand, and if he had, he had apparently not taken it as unusual or untoward.

He was apparently completely and utterly unaware of his effect on Jack, which was also maddening.

"Bloody empty." Jack lamented, once he had regained his composure, hefting the bottle of rum as evidence. "Was complainin to meself, is all." He swayed deliberately, and tossed the bottle over the side.

With his distraction now bobbing in the water, he had nothing else to look at but Will, who was only a pace or two away from him. He eyed the lad up and down, pausing on his belly, wanting to run his hands over the flat surface. His eyes loitered on his nipples, wanting to swirl his tongue around the perfect little nubs. He reached out a hand, but stilled it before touching him, and fluttered it a bit, mimicking his usual, giddy affectations.

Will, painfully conscious of Jack's eyes on him, shifted uncomfortably, and color rushed to his cheeks. Realizing he was leering openly, Jack shook his head, and turned stern.

"Are you expectin this fine vessel to steer herself?" He asked, pointing towards the helm. He leaned into Will closely. As he usually had the habit of encroaching on personal space, he managed not to look like he had moved in to take in the lad's scent, though, that is exactly what he had been doing.

"No." Will said, making a sheepish face. He furrowed his brows slightly, fancying he had heard the pirate sniff at him, but he shrugged it off. Jack was an odd tar, and the perpetual flow of rum did nothing towards helping him control his body's movements.

The lad smelled faintly of salt and the sea, likely from his recent dip while under the rowboat, as well as sweat and hardwork. Yet under that, was the distinct aroma of smoke and metal, heavier than the rest, as if the smithy was in his blood. Jack closed his eyes breifly and swallowed hard, wondering what he would taste like. Thinking the pirate had finally gone off, Will rolled his eyes at him and walked away. Jack watched him as he returned to the helm. His tight breeches hid nothing, and Jack relished the sight of his leg muscles rippling and the swell of his backside moving as he walked.

He was the spitting image of his father, which was, likely, the most maddening thing of all.

Bootstrap had had the same chocolate-brown eyes, the same soft, curly hair, and the same sinful body, crafted for the worst kind of fornication. Bootstrap had lacked the scent of smoke and metal, but had had the scent of salt and the sea and sweat and hard work, and for all his pirating, had managed to carry it well. Looking at Will was like looking at Bootstrap when he had first met him, young and fresh and dazzling.

It had been Bootstrap that had approached him, making his desire clear with furtive glances and flirting touches, Bootstrap who had made the first, clear move. He had passed many a night with Bootstrap, losing himself in his flesh and reveling in his golden beauty. This made Will all the more frustrating, so close, so familiar, yet so untouchable. As his memories of Bootstrap played through his mind, he could almost imagine it had been Will all those times. Will who had touched him, Will who had kissed him, Will who had swallowed him until he had thought his body would explode. It was the worst kind of tease, really-- being unable to have a thing that so plainly needed having was bad enough, but being unable to have a thing when you had already had it, so to speak, was something else entirely.

He really needed a drink.

"Ye jest hold her steady, mate." Jack barked to Will, waving vaguely in the direction they were traveling.

"Aye." Will said.

"Captain." Jack said, exasperated. People were really unnecessarily slow to learn. "Aye, Captain."

"Aye, Captain." Will acquiesced, though Jack did not miss the hint of mocking in his tone. "Will we be sailing through the night?"

"No." Jack said. "We'll be droppin anchor at nightfall."

Will whirled around, fixing Jack with a look that was both questioning and pleading, as well as dotted with a dose of ire. Jack rolled his eyes, waiting for a verbal onslaught about Miss Elizabeth's safety, but it did not come. He was working his mouth silently, but did not speak. Jack smirked insolently at Will, unable to control a loud snort. The way he was opening and closing his mouth, he looked like a landed fish.

"There'd be no sense to be sailin through the night." Jack explained, swaying. "Tortuga's only 'bout a half-day away."

"If we sailed straight through, we would be there by morning." Will argued. It was obvious he was growing angry, his face flushing in that way that Jack found so appealing.

"Right early in the morning, savvy? Anyone I wish to be speakin with will be dead drunk and out cold." Jack replied, though to be fair, the man he needed, Joshamee Gibbs, could very well be dead drunk or out cold when they got there, no matter what time of day. Dead drunk, out cold, or buried to the hilt in a whore.

He was going to need a whore, himself, if he did not get away from the whelp.

"I'm going below fer a bit, to see about some more rum." Jack drawled. Will glanced over his shoulder to give him a flat look, but did not argue.

A thorough search belowdecks turned up nothing, save one woefully empty bottle. It had only contained one tot, which Jack had finished before climbing back above. He knew the navy men received a ration of rum, but there was none in sight, probably due to the fact that he had interrupted them while they had been in the process of loading the victuals. He cursed their distinct lack of priorities, loading the food and fresh water before the hard liquor.

He resulted to the Captain's cabin, though navy Captains were not usually drinking men. A quick search produced two bottles, one nearly full, and the other unopened, in a cabinet closest to the bed. Apparently the man drank, but he was not a drinker. Jack smiled when he saw the rum, as there was enough that the thought of sharing did not gall him. Perhaps if he plied the whelp with drink, he could coax his breeches off. He grinned wickedly at the notion at first, then shook it off. While he did not mind bedding someone who had had a bit to drink, he preferred his partners awake and aware. Will would likely have to be dead drunk before Jack to talk him into anything of the sort, and there would really be no fun in that at all.

Reaching for the open bottle, he noticed a small vial of whale oil in the cabinet. A smirk played across his lips as he saw it, musing on the pristine virtues of navy men. Jack did not have room to talk, considering the effect Will was having on him, but it made him want to giggle nonetheless. Poncy bunch of buggerers, really, even if they tried not to act like it.

Alone in the Captain's cabin, with a heat in his groin that was still begging for attention, Jack decided to take advantage of this extremely opportune moment. He unlaced his pants, took up the vial of oil, and laid himself down on the bed. Tipping out a small amount on his hand, he sighed contentedly and wrapped his fingers around himself.

A soft moan escaped his lips as he slid his slick fingers up his length. He swirled his fingers around the tip, then slowly moved his hand back down the stretched, sensitive flesh. The fire in his belly roared, and though he had barely begun to touch himself, his erection was already starting to throb. He had had no time for this kind of sport, recently, and it had been quite some time since he had felt hands on himself, his or anyone else's.

His thoughts drifted, and he formed a picture of Bootstrap in his mind. He had known pleasure since Bootstrap had been taken away from him, but Bootstrap had been the last person who he had enjoyed to such an sinful extent. The man had been full of surprises, accommodating and pliant one moment, fierce and demanding the next. Bootstrap's sexual moods had run extreme cycles, somthing that Jack had found utterly exciting. Some days he had craved slow, methodical seduction that had driven Jack insane, while some days, bedding him had been something akin to fighting him, and Jack had had to struggle with him just to get inside of him.

Jack moaned again, his motions growing faster. After a long time with no contact, and the thought of Bootstrap's hands and lips on his skin, his body was begging for release. The image of Bootstrap shifted, changing into the young, golden man on deck. Jack tried to shake the image away, tried to force it back to the safe, comfortable vision of Bootstrap, but to no avail. It was now Will's hands on his skin, Will's lips on his, Will's teeth nipping at his neck on that place that made his eyes roll back in his head.

The heat in his belly raged violently, and he cried out as his body rushed for completion, speaking the lad's name. He grabbed his harness firmly, knowing a few more strokes would bring him over the edge.

"Jack?"

Blast that whelp!

"CAPTAIN!" Jack roared, furious. He abandoned his erection momentarily, and it throbbed fitfully in response.

The vision of a naked Will kissing and petting him shattered, and he stared murderously at the cabin door. Then his face softened, his excitement peaked at the cause of his desire so close at hand. He resumed stroking himself, figuring on making the lad wait until he was finished, until he heard the latch on the door click.

Not only did the whelp have bad timing, he apparently had no bloody manners.

"What is it, then?" Jack demanded. He had managed to sit up and remove his hands from his pants before Will let himself in, but his pants were still unlaced. The bottle of oil was sitting open on the bedside table. Jack was quite sure he was flushed a bright red, and looked as guilty as a whore trying to cheat the Madam of the house on her share.

"What are you doing?" Will asked, eyeing Jack suspiciously. His gaze lingered on Jack's unlaced pants, and his eyes widened. Something in Will's belly churned, and he tried to convince himself it was nausea.

"So ye are a eunuch!" Jack exclaimed with a snort, throwing up his hands.

"What?" Will asked, narrowing his eyes at Jack.

"Well, here ye are, askin me what I am doin, when it is quite plain what I am on 'bout." Jack drawled, with an exaggerated, fluttering gesture. Since he was caught, red handed, so to speak, there was no sense in lying about it. "But if I must explain it to ye, then ye must be a eunuch."

"Jack." Will started, his tone almost warning.

"I was tryin to enjoy meself, whelp." Jack said. He gestured towards his groin, and gave Will a sour look.

"You called for me." Will said, quietly. His expression was blank, but realization crept across his face slowly. He looked appalled, but bright spots of color were blooming on his cheeks.

"I did not." Jack said defiantly. Inwardly, he cursed himself. He had called out the whelp's name, but he had not figured he had done it loud enough for him to hear.

"You did!" Will shouted, taking a few steps away from Jack. His expression was approaching revulsion, but his blush was deepening. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to fix Jack with a disapproving stare, but there was a pool of heat accumulating his belly he could not account for.

"Alright, mate. So I did." Jack said simply, shrugging. He gave Will a smirk that said he was unashamed of his guilt. Will's disgust quickly surrendered to self-righteous anger. His jaw was set, and his eyes were glittering dangerously. Jack found the sheer heat emanating from the boy striking, whether it was from anger or something else, and it only renewed the stirring in his groin.

"You were thinking of <i>me</i>! Will screeched, making a completely indignant face. Jack fancied Elizabeth Swann would make a similar face, if someone came up and pinched her elevated, high-standing backside. "Thinking of me while you were..."

"Yes, yes." Jack said, flapping his hands about, feigning annoyance with Will's prudish distress. "I was thinkin of ye, while I was polishin me yardarm."

Will made a ridiculous squawking sound, something between a stepped-on cat and a girl whose virtue had been impugned. Will took another step backward, watching Jack warily, as if he expected him to leap from the bed and ravish him. His blush deepened, and was rapidly spreading out from his cheeks, threatening to engulf his whole face.

"And why not, mate?" Jack demanded, smiling wickedly. "Yer a comly enough fellow, to be sure. And I figger ye'd be a good bit of fun, if ye weren't such a stick."

Jack leered at the lad, thinking the tinge to his face might be from excitement as well as anger or disgust. His face was furious enough, but he was shifty and fidgety, as if he was nervous. Jack's eyes trailed down the lad's body, searching. His breath caught and his eyes paused when his gaze reached the lad's groin, and noticed something of import.

For all of Will's protestations, there was a distinct bugle in his breeches.

"That's interesting." Jack murmured. He rose from the bed, and approached Will slowly, almost predatorily.

"Stay away from me." Will hissed, taking another step backward. He was well aware of his body's treacherous response to Jack's declaration, but he was choosing to ignore it, obvious as it was, and had been hoping Jack would not notice.

"Are ye sure ye want me to?" Jack teased, indicating the suspicious bulge. "Yer not lookin as adverse to the idea as yer actin."

"That's not because of you!" Will insisted.

Jack only grinned, as the lie was plain in Will's voice. The lad dropped his hand in front of his crotch, trying to veil his traitorous erection. He was in love with Elizabeth. More importantly, Jack was a man, and a pirate. This would simply not do, and he knew it. Men in polite society did not desire other men, and if, against all reason, they did, they certainly would not go around desiring pirates. He cursed himself for a pervert and worse. He silently tried to convince himself it was not Jack, but the weariness of his body and mind. He had had a rough couple of days, and he is body was only behaving in this manner because the strangeness of recent events were taking their toll on his normally mundane thought process.

"On no?" Jack asked, cocking his head questioningly. "Ye come in here to find me sharpenin me sword in yer honor. Now ye've hoisted yer own sail, and yer going to try and tell me its not 'cause of me?"

"It certainly is not." Will said stubbornly, though the fight was gone from his voice.

Of their own accord, his eyes dropped to the opening of Jack's pants, trying to get a peek at what was inside. He wondered if it looked like his, and if it would feel the same as his did in his hands. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to rid himself of those thoughts, as they were only making him harder. He opened his eyes after a moment, but clenched his fists at his side and tried to control his breathing.

Silently, Jack removed his sash and unbuttoned his shirt. For all his denial, Will's gaze was riveted on Jack's chest as it was slowly exposed. Will's eyes trailed over Jack's tanned flesh, taking in the inky, black tattoos and the pearly, white scars that crisscrossed his body. He worried his lip between his teeth as he looked at Jack, knowing that he found Jack attractive. He had all along, though he had not wanted to admit it, and still did not.

When he first laid eyes in the pirate in the smithy, strange emotions had course through him that he had not fully understood. The first sight of Jack, wild and dirty and brandishing a sword, had filled him with surprise, but it had been quickly replaced with a tingling heat that coursed through his body. He had contributed it to fear and loathing, but he knew now it had been desire. He reached a hand out tentatively, but snatched it back quickly, as if he had been burned.

"Ye can touch me, mate." Jack said softly, the taunting tone gone from his voice.

Will shook his head mutely, and took another step back.

Keeping his dark eyes on Will, Jack bent to shuck his boots. The lad's face was an exquisite mixture of confusion and nervousness, and it was clouded with enough desire that Jack was finding it difficult not to take a running leap at him. Jack stilled the urge, knowing any sudden moves on his part might scare the lad off. He was not looking as adverse to the idea as he first had, but he was still visibly debating with himself. If Jack hurried him, he would no doubt bolt for the deck, if not overboard.

"Very well, then." Jack said, his voice laced with disappointment. He let his pants drop and stepped out of them, still watching Will intently.

Jack righted himself, allowing Will a full view of his nakedness. A small gasp, almost a whimper, escaped Will's lips, and his eyes lingered on Jack's erection. Looking at Will, Jack languidly trailed his hand down his own chest, pausing to circle a nipple before letting his hand continue downward to rest on his hardness. Will's eyes were wide as he watched Jack's hand descend, his breathing hitched and ragged. He gave another, louder gasp as Jack began toying with is erection, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

"I'm fixin to finish what I started, afore ye walked in." Jack said softly. He stopped playing with his erection, and started sliding his hand up and down it with slow, deliberate strokes. "So unless ye want to watch, or get ye hands on my deck, ye'd best be on yer way."

Will moved to take a step back, but he hesitated.

"That's very interesting." Jack murmured, taking a few steps towards Will. The lad's body stiffened visibly, but he made no move towards the door.

Once standing in front of Will he paused, reveling in the heat from the lad's body. Will was shaking like a newborn colt, and having difficulty breathing. Jack wondered idly if had been touched by anyone before, and got his answer by the way Will froze and made a strangled noise when he reached out and cupped his cheek. After a moment he relaxed, seeming to melt into Jack's hand. Jack wrapped his other arm around the lad's waist, pulling him close.

Will gasped as Jack's hardness slid against his, over the fabric of his breeches. Sensations he had never produced from his own hands washed over his body, blinding light and a burning heat so fierce it was almost painful. Jack's face was close to his, so close his features seemed to swim before his eyes, and he could feel Jack's breath breezing across his lips.

Jack kissed him then, tilting his head and pressing their lips together. Will stiffened, and almost pulled away, but relaxed as sparks began shooting through his body. Jack probed at his lips lightly with his tongue, and Will yielded, opening his mouth so Jack could slip his tongue inside. It was soft and wet in his mouth, yet insistent, and felt absolutely wonderful. He wound his arms around Jack's waist, pulling him close. Curious, he ran his tongue across Jack's lower lip, not quite daring to go inside. Jack deepened the kiss, biting at Will's lower lip and sucking his tongue inside his mouth. Jack pushed into him again, grinding their erections together, and he shuddered in Jack's embrace as pleasure shot through his body.

"Its not so bad as ye thought, then?" Jack whispered, brushing his lips back and forth across Will's.

Will looked at Jack silently, his brown eyes heavy with yearning. He looked as if he wanted to speak, but was unable to find the words. Smiling, Jack leaned into him again, plundering his mouth with his tongue. He marveled at Will's taste. He tasted of the same metal and smoke he smelled of, but it was sweet as well, like he was coated in sugar. He pulled away from Will's mouth to plant soft kisses across his jaw, down to his neck, unbuttoning his shirt as he moved.

Will moaned and clutched at him as he sucked and licked at his neck, twining his fingers in the thick locks of Jack's hair. Once his shirt was open, Jack ran his hands over his chest, leaving a trail of fire across his body. Jack's fingers and tongue were hot as they slid over his skin, making his skin tingle and prickle. He shuddered lightly as swirled a finger teasingly around one nipple, and cried out, arching against Jack's body, when he tweaked the nipple between two fingers and bit lightly at his neck.

His body was reacting to Jack's touch in a way he had never imagined possible. Jack conjured the same heat in his belly that had only every happened around Elizabeth, but it was different. It was more desperate, more feral, so painfully exquisite that part of him thought he wanted nothing more than for Jack to touch him for the rest of his life. A small part disagreed, and voiced something that had been nagging him for most of the day. He tried to shove it away, but it would not leave. He forced himself to collect his thoughts, despite Jack's lips and teeth and tongue over his neck and collarbone, and tried to remember how to speak.

"What about my father?" Will asked breathlessly.

"What 'bout him?" Jack murmured, into Will's neck. Blasted boy, why was he bringing up Bootstrap at a time like this?

"I told you before, Jack, I am not a simpleton." Will said. He trapped Jack's head between his hands and brought his face up to his. "When you spoke of my father, there was something in your eyes that said he was more to you than a pirate and a good man."

"He was a friend, mate." Jack soothed, hoping his face was convincing.

"That's not good enough." Will insisted, fixing Jack with a dangerous look. "He was more than a friend, was he not?"

"Aye, he was." Jack admitted, after a pause. Disgust flitted over Will's face, making Jack's stomach knot. He reached out to caress the lad's hair soothingly, but Will dodged his touch, leaning his head to the side.

"You and my father....." Will stammered. He looked like he wanted to back away, but could not remember how to work his legs.

"I loved him well." Jack said quietly. "But he is gone, now. Been at the bottom of the blue a long time."

"My father, and now me!" Will said, his voice both disgusted and hurt. "And you are not bothered in the least!"

"Pirate." Jack replied, with a wry cock of his eyebrow.

Will started to speak, but Jack silenced him by seizing him roughly and kissing him hard. Will struggled weakly, as if only part of him was in disagreement. He sucked on Will's lower lip and plunged in tongue into his mouth, grinding his lips against Will's until the lad moaned. He turned them as they kissed, and pulled Will's shirt completely off. He slid his hands around Will's backside, lifting, until Will would fall on the floor unless he wrapped his legs around Jack. Will wound his legs around tightly, whimpering into Jack's mouth at the sensation of his hardness pushing into Jack's belly. Jack moved them to the bed as they kissed. Will made a muffled sound of protest as Jack sat him on the bed, but it was weak. He allowed Jack to push him down pliantly and did not complain when Jack climbed on top of him.

"This doesn't seem bothered by it in the least, either." Jack comments, slipping his hand between their bodies to rub Will's hardness.

"You're a scoundrel!" Will exclaimed. He cried out as Jack increased the pressure on his erection, and writhed fitfully.

"Pirate." Jack reminded, kissing him. "I'm a pirate."

He raised himself off of Will long enough to pull off his boots and breeches. Will flushed a brighter red than Jack had ever seen once he was fully naked, flushed with both desire and embarrassment. Jack's breath caught as he eyed the lad laid out before him, struck by both the lad's beauty, and the immense stroke of luck that caused him to be able to view it. He ran his hands over Will's legs and thighs, trailed his fingers over his erection. Will's breath was ragged, and he shivered as Jack touched him. Moving downward, Jack took the lad's hardness in his hand and kissed it softly from base to tip. Will whined, tortured by the teasing touches. Jack ran his tongue up and down the length of it, enjoying both the feeling of the firm flesh Will's almost desperate reactions. He ran his tongue over the tip of it, toying with the small opening. Will practically screamed, and grabbed at the sheets.

"Jack..." Will begged.

"Tell me what ye want, whelp." Jack demanded, sucking lightly on the tip of Will's erection.

"I don't know." Will stammered. He looked at Jack plantively, and Jack smiled, brushing his lips across his hardness.

"Well, mate. I'm havin a thought, and I think ye'll like it."

Will went as stiff as the mainmast when Jack sucked him into his mouth. Jack's mouth was hot and wet and wonderful, and the feeling was more intense than when he had touched him with his hands. Jack moved his mouth over Will's hardness slowly, sucking hard as he dragged it up and down. Will moaned each time he slid into Jack's mouth, and was almost undone by the feeling of Jack's tongue tracing patterns along his length as he sucked. He writhed and gasped for air, twisting the sheets in his hands.

He panicked suddenly, as his body rushed for completion, realizing what he was about to do, and where he was about to do it. He tried to pull out of Jack's mouth, not wanting to release inside it, but Jack pinned him down, holding his hips to the bed. Then he took Will's hardness all the way in, swallowing it down his throat. Will went stiff and cried out, unable to bear the sensations any longer. It fire in his belly and ice over his skin, and he wanted for it to end and last forever at the same time. Jack sucked on him hard and swallowed him down again. He cried out once more, shuddering, and released violently into Jack's mouth.

Moments later, Jack was kissing a slow, wet trail up his body. He pulled Jack to him fiercely when he reached his neck, and lavished kisses on Jack's neck and ear. Jack growled as Will nipped at his neck, and raked his fingernails down Will's arms. He kissed Will hard, and Will could taste himself on Jack's tongue.

"Jack, that was..."

"Shush." Jack said gently, smiling against Will's mouth. "I'm not done with ye, yet, savvy?"

Jack moved off of him quickly, then was back, sliding slick hands over his thighs. Jack moved one hand down under his backside, and probed delicately at his entrance.

"Jack!" Will protested.

"Be still, lad." Jack said softly. He quieted Will with a kiss, his finger still teasing his opening.

Gently, Jack pressed his finger in. Will stiffened and made a sharp noise. Jack stilled his finger, murmuring soft words and pressing kisses on Will's face and neck. Will relaxed, and Jack slowly slid the finger in. Will winced at the intrusion, shifting uncomfortably, his muscles trying to push it out. Jack continued with his soothing words, Once Will stilled, Jack began moving the finger in and out.

Will schooled his breathing, trying to grow accustomed to the feeling. Once he relaxed and his muscles stopped fighting, it ceased to hurt, and he felt only a dull ache and a curious fullness. As Jack's finger slid in and out of him he found himself moving to meet his motions, and eventually the ache faded away. Jack's fingers brushed against something small and hard inside him. Jack rubbed on it, and he cried out, fire and ice coursing through him again.

Still struck by the amazing sensation, he did not complain when Jack added another finger. He moved them in and out a bit more rapidly, curling his fingers to strike that blessed spot every time his fingers slid in.

"God, Jack, what are you doing?" Will shouted.

"Ye like that, then?" Jack asked, his voice teasing.

"Yes!" Will said.

"Ye want me to do it again?" Jack asked.

"God, yes!" Will exclaimed. He wanted Jack to do it forever, the Commodore and Elizabeth and Barbossa and cursed pirates be damned. Jack complied, and Will writhed against his fingers.

"More?" Jack asked, unable to control his wicked smile.

"Please, Jack." Will begged.

"Captain." Jack reminded, though it lacked the suffering tone.

"Captain."

Jack rubbed at the spot again, and Will shuddered and went boneless.

"More?"

Will, unable to speak, nodded mutely.

"Alright, then, I'll give ye more." Jack said dangerously. He pulled his fingers out, and Will whined at the loss.

Jack rubbed the oil over his length, moaning softly to himself. Will leaned up on his elbows, watching Jack with eyes that craved and wanted. The sight of Jack touching himself was disturbingly erotic, and he stared intently. Then Jack was back, over him, pushing his legs open.

"This might hurt fer a bit." Jack warned. "But once me yardarm hits that spot ye like, ye'll fergive me, to be sure."

"Do it, Jack, please."

Will hissed as Jack pushed into him, his body clenching. Jack murmured, running a hand over Will's legs and thighs. Will relaxed and he pushed in slowly. Will grunted, and screwed up his face. Jack ran his hand over Will's length, and it sprang to life. He stroked it rapidly with his hand, and pushed himself all the way in as it began to throb. Once in he paused for a moment, shuddering, relishing the feeling of Will around him. He was tight, hot heat and wet velvet, and it was the best thing Jack had felt in a long time.

Slowly, he started to move, sliding in and out of Will with gentle movements. He angled his thrusts so his hardness scraped over Will's sweet spot every time he went in, continuing to stroke Will's length. Will shivered helplessly, twisting and moaning, crying out Jack's name with each thrust. Between the sight of him, the lovely sounds he was making and the tight heat around his erection, Jack could hold off no longer.

He increased his pace, both with his thrusting and the hand on Will's erection. He hit Will's sweet spot hard, and the lad bucked under him, whimpering. The fire in his belly raged violently, and pushed into Will hard, whispering his name. Will's erection throbbed, he shouted Jack's name, and hot stickiness bathed the both of them. Jack thrust into Will twice more, before crying out and filling the lad with his own heat.

Weary, Jack pulled out of Will and stood, reaching for the rum. He took a long drink, watching Will as he did. Will was sweaty and flushed, his eyes half-closed. Jack smiled at him, and Will smiled back, and it occurred to him this was the first time he had seen Will smile since he had met him. It was an exquisite sight, lighting up his whole face, and Jack did not mind all the work he had done to make it happen. He sat down on the bed, and offered the rum to Will.

"No." Will said, shaking his head weakly.

"And why not?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't drink." Will replied.

"Well, its time ye started." Jack insisted, pushing the bottle into his hand.

"Why?" Will questioned, raising an eyebrow of his own.

"Because I'm yer Captain, and I'm tellin ye to." Jack said wryly. "Because ye had me yardarm all the way up yer arse, and ye seemed to like it well enough."

"What's that got to do with me drinking?" Will asked, confused.

"Seein as ye managed to enjoy it, I'm inclined to think yer not as much of as stick as ye pretend to be." Jack said. "So stop pretendin, and start drinkin."

"Your a scoundrel, Jack." Will sighed, lifting the bottle to his lips. "A complete scoundrel."

"I'm a pirate." Jack warned, resuming his usual suffering tone. "And that's Captain Jack, if ye please!"

~FIN~

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