Pirates of the Caribbean Ch. 04

Chapter 4: Bathing Beauty

Will Turner knew Jack Sparrow was up to something, but the young man was at a loss to know just what the enigmatic captain and Will's adored lover was doing. They were currently in port and Jack had insisted the two of them spend the day ashore away from the 'Black Pearl'. Will was sitting in the tavern Jack had selected and where now the older man was negotiating an overnight stay with the innkeeper. Replaying the puzzling day in his mind, Will thought of Jack's mysteriously disappearing and reappearing, always ensuring his young love was protected by some of the crew in his absence. Will mentally confessed to enjoying time with two of the newer crew members, Roland and Josh. They had provided some entertaining diversions from Jack's strange behaviour, but to stay away from 'Pearl' and be willing to pay when the ship was just in the harbour had Will more than just puzzled; he was getting worried.

Jack caught the look of his young lover turn from confusion to concern and he gave a growl of discontent. Staying away from his ship overnight had not been a part of Jack's plans. Now the pirate captain would have to find ways and means of distracting Will to stop the serious blacksmith-cum-pirate worrying unnecessarily. Giving the beautiful boy one of his best smiles, Jack held out his hand. Will's more slender hand reached out and Jack clasped it tenderly and pulled the unresisting form close to his bulkier body.

"Let's have an early night," he husked into a small ear.

Despite his confusion, Will could not suppress the shiver of anticipation as the words caressed him like dark silk. Jack's arms slid around his waist and Will felt a familiar tightening in his groin. Although he didn't see any of the 'Pearl's" crew, he was sure there would be two nearby, ready to defend him and Jack if the need arose. He allowed himself to be led to the room he and Jack would share, determined to get some answers from his inscrutable mate before desire clouded his thinking.

As they entered the room, Will heard Jack lock the door behind them and as he turned to speak, he found himself swung easily in strong arms and pinned up against the door. His lover's hard body pressed against him and Jack's mouth plundered his own. The older man's tongue proprietarily invading and pillaging the warm wet cavern until Will was barely able to breathe. He could feel Jack's arousal grinding into his crotch and he moaned at the intimate caress despite the restrictions of two pairs of breeches.

"Need ye, Treasure," Jack's voice was low and husky, further evidencing his arousal as he ground shamelessly against the slighter man.

Their clothes were removed with almost indecent haste and hands and mouths strived to touch skin to skin. Jack laid his young lover on the small cot and knelt between spread legs. He caught hold of each smooth thigh and pressed the honey coloured limbs out and back and displayed the aroused boy to his predatory stare. He licked his lips appreciatively at the sight of the rosy erection and pink portal; the portal that was Jack's personal gateway to paradise. He kissed the inside of each knee and then placed open-mouthed kisses up each leg. His tongue lapped along the crease of each thigh and groin tasting the tang of sweat and musk that were overlaid by the natural sweetness of his lover. He nuzzled against the trimmed curls at the base of Will's alluring shaft. Jack had recently discovered a fetish for shaving his boy intimately and presently, much of Will's pubis was smooth.

He moved to lave at the hairless sac, bathing its velvety texture with his tongue. Dipping lower, he sought to harbour his slick muscle in Will's nether port, probing and delving, testing its defences until his tongue breached its tightness.

Mewling softy at the loss of Jack's wickedly talented tongue in his most private place Will found his lips captured by his older lover. As the kiss ended, Will gasped at the dual sensation of Jack's teeth on a coffee coloured nipple and an oil-slick finger sliding into his body. One of Will's hands fisted in his lover's dreadlocks, the other in the bedding as Will arched and undulated raising his chest to receive more loving attention to his breasts and bearing down on the finger that delved inside him. He moaned as Jack moved to pleasure his other nipple and a second finger entered him, stretching and scissoring, readying his slender channel to accept Jack's long hard length. He gave an impassioned cry of Jack's name before descending into incoherent murmurs as a third finger entered him, stroking his hidden jewel with practiced ease. As the fingers finally withdrew, Will softly cried his loss only to feel the broad head of Jack's sex nudge at his port.

Jack draped the younger man's legs over his shoulders and pressed up against the harbour he wished to enter.

"Love you, Jack," Will's voice whispered. His deep brown eyes, filled with an irresistible mixture of adoration and arousal, locked with Jack's hazel orbs ablaze with passion.

"Love ye, Treasure," Jack growled as he slid into slick, searing heat. "So good, love," he gasped. "So tight."

"Love me, Jack," Will pleaded.

Only Will saw the real Jack Sparrow and not the façade of an amiable, often drunk, pirate. It was a mask Jack wore with ease to hide his true self and it was a disguise that had worked well for him. As such he was able to detect a note of fretfulness in the beloved voice of the beautiful boy writhing beneath him. He cursed himself for worrying Will, knowing that the younger man could still feel insecure in the pirate's world, especially with the reputation for fickleness that Jack had.

"Always, Will," Jack vowed using the younger man's given name. "I will always love ye. Ye are my sun by day and my stars at night. Your love is the harbour that shelters my heart. 'Twould be a dark lonely place, this world, without ye. Never doubt that I love ye."

"Show me," Will moaned, the words dispelling some of the disquiet that had assailed him. He canted his slender hips to ensure his willing portal held fast to Jack's throbbing vessel. "Show me your love."

With a groan, Jack rocked himself in the hot, tight haven. Sinking his length deeper into Will's body, he pressed fervent kisses along the arched expanse of fragile flesh at Will's throat. As he came to rest fully submerged in his mate he sucked, biting down on the succulent morsel to raise a banner to proclaim this boy was his. Heart, body, soul, he knew they each belonged to the other. The greatest treasure Jack would ever have was the love of the man whose arms and legs now gripped him so tightly and whose body seemed to have been made to fit him so perfectly.

Jack felt the evidence of Will's desire between their bellies and wanted to pleasure his boy. He began to undulate slowly, barely moving his shaft in the slender channel. He ducked his head to suckle at a perfect, cinnamon nub. He grazed it carefully, nipping gently as he brought it to an aching pebbled peak. He felt Will's body rise and fall with his own movements, a hand anchored in his dreadlocks, the other caressing his arms and back. His mouth trailed across the smooth chest to latch onto the neglected nipple to love it ardently. He pulled his hips back until just the head of his arousal was in Will's port before thrusting deep inside. He felt Will's muscles ripple around him as he held still and clamp more tightly as he struck the hidden jewel. Using his skill as a lover, Jack brought Will to the edge of ecstasy time and again until the younger man begged for release. Jack sped up his thrusts his hips pistoning hard. He pinned Will's arms above his head, kissing and licking at the sweat sheened face, neck and shoulders.

Will keened continually as his sweet spot was erotically assaulted, struck repeatedly by Jack's hard rod. His own manhood was still trapped between their bodies, the friction not yet enough to bring him the release he craved. He writhed and squirmed, held fast by Jack's strong arms, forced to weather the storm of Jack's indomitable passion. He felt heat begin to suffuse his body and waves of pleasure began to wash over him. He cried aloud Jack's name as his body began to convulse and tremble in the wake of an intense climax. He heard Jack's answering roar and felt his body filled with his mate's hot juices, the living essence of his love. Will's orgasm crested, his body anchored only by Jack. His seed poured forth to leave him barely conscious in the aftermath of the sexual maelstrom.

Jack was determined that tonight his lover would come only by the joining of their bodies. His movements were angled to ensure Will was best pleasured. His mouth tasted Will's sweat, musk and desire. He instinctively knew Will was nearing completion. He sped up his thrusts. He dimly heard the cry of his own name as he bellowed Will's. His throbbing organ was clenched brutally by the spasming channel. It was more than enough to bring him to glory. Pressing his hardness as deep as he could in the contracting sheath he allowed his release. Pulse after pulse of his semen claimed the slender boy, branding Will indelibly on the inside as Jack's mouth left the unmistakable marks of his possession on the outside.

Panting, Jack gazed adoringly at the satiated younger man. Although all they had done had been with love, Jack still felt guilty. He had exploited his greater experience and knowledge of Will's weaknesses to ensure Will had not questioned him as Jack knew the boy had wanted. He hated he had given Will cause for concern. He nuzzled the insensate body and felt unshed tears burn his eyes. Will wriggled trustingly to nestle close to the broader body. Cradling the sable head to his chest, Jack wrapped his arms around his beloved.

"Sorry, love. Sorry I worry ye. 'Twas not meant. I love ye, Will Turner,"

At the soft mutter from the slender form, Jack soothed Will until both men were sleeping soundly.

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Will awoke sheltered by loving arms. Jack looked much younger and carefree when asleep and Will smiled tenderly. He was still puzzled at the older man's behaviour, but there had been no doubting the truth of his lover's feelings from the way Jack had made love with him. He urged the bigger man onto his back, Will's smile widening at the whispered 'Treasure'. He kissed his way down the battle-scarred chest as he knelt astride the older man. He reached the thick pelt of pubic fur and rubbed his face into the dark curls, inhaling Jack's musk. He admired the dark skinned, satin encased steel that rose to meet him, similar and yet so different from his member. He grasped the base of the impressive rod as he lapped and sucked at its flared dome. He probed at the slit, encouraging Jack's intoxicating fluid to flow and drank it greedily. He allowed his mouth to envelop the head fully and moved up and down some of the shaft as he sucked. A hand tugging at his curls made him stop and the organ slid from his mouth.

Jack smiled lovingly at the sight of his mate. Will's curls were bed-mussed, giving the angelic face a debauched appearance. He was flushed from his ministrations and his lips were red and swollen. Jack had the almost overwhelming urge to throw the boy on his back and ravish him thoroughly. "Let me taste ye, love," he pleaded instead.

He helped Will move to position the boy kneeling over him. The beautiful organ between the younger man's thighs dripped its desire before Jack's mouth could envelop it. He relished the deep groan from his lover; taking delight that he could bring such pleasure to his mate. Jack took the slender rod deep into his mouth, relaxing his throat as he diligently worked to bring Will to completion.

Will moaned at Jack's wickedly skilled mouth and tried to concentrate on sucking and stroking Jack to return the pleasure bestowed upon him. He found his focus faltering under Jack's expertise and whimpered as his hips began to thrust, pushing his hardness deeper into Jack's voracious maw. He became undone as Jack fondled his sac, probing between his nether cheeks to stroke his sweet spot as he sucked hard. Will threw back his head as he felt Jack's mouth and tongue work to milk every drop from his organ. Panting harshly, Will renewed his assault on the purpled shaft beneath him, his hand pumping the base as his mouth pleasured the head. He groaned as Jack's hips thrust upwards filling Will's mouth with his crème. Will worked to capture all Jack's release, but some escaped to adorn Will's chin.

As soon as Will allowed his member to slip from his lips, Jack turned to hold the boy tight to his chest. He growled appreciatively at the sight of his seed marking Will's face. Jack's dominant, possessive streak silently bellowed its approval. Jack's tongue slid languidly from between his lips to slowly lap away the excess and clean Will's face. He pulled Will to grind their mouths together, each man tasting the heady mix of their own release on the tongue of their mate. It was a flavour that had proven addictive to the pirate from the first time he had made love to his earthbound angel. More intoxicating than the finest rum, Jack relished every opportunity to taste his lover.

"I love you, Will," Jack proclaimed, hugging the lithe form tightly.

"Love you, Jack," Will smiled nuzzling at the dark dreadlocks.

Jack cupped the beautiful face and looked intently into Will's eyes.

"I know I was acting... oddly," Jack said searching for the right way to express himself. "But all will become clear once we return to 'Pearl."

"I did ...I was...confused," Will replied carefully.

"I worried ye and did nothing to allay those worries," Jack said. "But 'twas meant for best, Treasure, truly it was."

"I believe you, Jack," Will affirmed.

"Will ye be patient a little longer for ol' Jack? Have some food here whilst I check on a few things before we return to 'Pearl'?"

Will looked deep into the anxious hazel orbs and knew he was lost. Whatever Jack was up to was clearly important to the older man.

"Whatever you want, love," Will agreed.

The smile that lit up Jack's face warmed the very depths of Will's soul and the younger man found himself rewarded by being kissed until he was breathless.

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As Jack dashed from the tavern, Will joined Josh and Roland. Jack had spoken swiftly with them before leaving hurriedly, but Will had seen the older man's look of anticipation. He accepted the plate of bread and cheese pushed towards him and drank some of the proffered watered ale. It was Will's preference not to drink full strength alcohol at breakfast. He smiled at his companions. Josh also had some watered ale, whereas his older mate had no such qualms. Although he enjoyed conversing with the other two men, he kept finding himself contemplating Jack's words and wondering just what he would find back aboard 'Pearl'.

Jack returned and finished both the food and ale and Will almost laughed aloud at the puppy-like eagerness of the older pirate. Smiling, Will allowed himself to be walked back to the ship by his lover whose customary swagger seemed to have increased ten-fold. Will was escorted aboard, Jack sketching an exaggerated bow to indicate Will could precede him. Will failed to conceal the snort of amusement, but Jack seemed completely unconcerned, smiling widely. Will was led to his ship-board forge and as the two men stood outside, Jack turned Will to face him, his eyes glittering with excitement.

"Close your eyes, Treasure," he insisted.

As Will obeyed his mate, Jack opened the door, leading Will inside and standing the younger man to the best advantage. He closed the door behind them and returned to Will's side.

"Open them, precious," Jack whispered in Will's ear.

Will stood staring open-mouthed. Before him was a large steaming bath. But it was neither the bath, nor its size, nor even the steam that billowed around it, that had Will speechless. At each end of the large oval, a carpenter had worked a miracle. The prow and stern of 'Pearl' had been recreated and the bath was a miniature 'Black Pearl'. Even the body of the bath had port holes carved into the wood.

"Do ye like it, Will?" Jack's voice wavered nervously.

"It's 'Pearl'" Will breathed stepping closer to the wooden marvel and running an appreciative hand over the intricate carvings."

"The prow and stern can be removed to just leave the bath. But where there is space like this or out on deck on balmy star lit evenings, it would be perfect. Imagine; lying in this in my arms, watching the stars as I touched ye," Jack said, his voice a seductive purr. "Am I forgiven for worrying you so, Angel?" he asked.

"Of course," Will smiled. "But I think whoever filled this was a little generous with the heated water." Will glanced at the steam that still rose.

"Be assured 'twill be perfect when we get inside, Treasure," Jack grinned. His voice was dark silk in Will's ear and at Will's gasp as the two men locked gazes, Jack's grin became feral. He knew his lover would see the intensity of Jack's desire. "Right now I intend to pleasure ye till ye scream, to show ye just how much ye are loved and how much ye are mine. The crew have been warned that the forge is off-limits and we are not to be disturbed." The last was growled low and feral in Will's ear.

"Take me, Jack," Will moaned, the words of passion and possession thrilling the younger man. "Show me."

Jack freed the sable curls, fanning them to frame the angelic face and to tumble past the slim shoulders. Jack's fingers deftly removed Will's shirt and the older man immediately began to suckle at one large dark disc then the other, raising the furled nubs into tight peaks of excited flesh. He scraped each in turn with his teeth, occasionally tugging, as he backed Will to the oversized anvil. As he pressed Will's naked back against the cold metal Jack's mouth trailed over the soft skin of Will's chest and abdomen. He pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses around the small indent of Will's navel and his fingers began to unlace the ties of Will's breeches. His hand slid inside and found his treasure trove of hot, hard, damp flesh. Dropping to his knees, Jack impatiently removed boots, stockings and breeches. Taking one naked foot in his hand, Jack sucked Will's big toe into his mouth as he looked up at the lithe, nude body.

"Jack!" The pirate's name was a choked cry from the younger man. Will had never dreamt that such an innocuous part of his anatomy could engender such a jolt to his groin.

Jack smiled knowingly as he released one foot to perform the same action on the other. The slenderness of Will's writhing form belied the strength he had from working a forge and practicing his swordplay. The smooth, honey-gold skin had good, firm muscle beneath and the older man ran his hands proprietarily over his lover's body. Jack admired the dark, peaked nipples, still distended from his oral assault. Jack grinned savagely at the sheen from the thin layer of sweat adorning the naked boy and then his eyes drifted lower. Will's smooth, slender rod jutted red and hard from its trimmed pubic curls. Jack's tongue slid sinuously around the shaved area as Will shivered and bucked in his arousal. Jack allowed his tongue to savour the precious liquid oozing from the tiny slit at the head of Will's erection. Jack's strong hands held Will's hips, preventing the smaller man from thrusting into his mouth. Jack intended to be fully in control, although his focus was Will's pleasure.

Surging to his feet, he crushed his mouth to Will's and teeth and tongued duelled for dominance before Will's slick muscle acquiesced and Jack sucked it into his own mouth to ravish. As the kiss ended only Jack's strong arms prevented Will sinking to the floor, his trembling legs unable to support him. Before Will could regain his wits, Jack whirled him to face the anvil and pushed him to blanket its solid mass. As Will grasped it tightly Jack pressed his body over Will's, his clothed chest to Will's naked back. He rotated his hips deliberately allowing his cloth covered erection to push against bare buttocks, evidencing to his lover his own arousal and desire.