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Title: Playing Pirate
Author: heartofslash
Fandom/Pairing: POTC, The Pirate Way, Jack/Will (and a dash of The Princess Bride)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: It’s not like this in the movie because they never listen to me.
Dedication: For pir8fancier, who needs something to distract her in a pervy fashion. And you can't get much more fashionably perverted than Captain Jack Sparrow...
Playing Pirate
It was possible that there was something on the Black Pearl more interesting to watch than Will Turner climbing up the rigging whilst wearing nothing but a pair of dark brown breeches. Will Turner was wearing the dark brown breeches and nothing more, that is. Captain Jack Sparrow was wearing his usual layered assortment of scarves and clothes and trinkets and kohl, and was the one watching Will Turner scramble up the ropes.
On second thought, no. It was not possible that anything could be more interesting.
Jack would have been happy to watch all day, except he knew the reason Will worked so hard; he was in need of adventure. Will hated to be idle for a second more than was necessary, and the Pearl was in one of those long, somewhat languid stretches in which not much at all happens. She was moving steadily toward her destination, and she was fully stocked and outfitted, so it wasn’t one of those gut-wrenchingly boring and hungry stretches - it was simply a matter of time. The Caribbean is not a bathtub. It takes time to get from one place to another. Time that Will Turner was beginning to resent.
Jack would have to solve that little problem. He tore his eyes from Will and went to his cabin to make preparations.
* * *
Will Turner poured a basin of fresh water over his torso. As the cool water sluiced over his work-hardened muscles he sighed. At least he was clean. It didn’t do much to stop this restless feeling, a feeling he couldn’t simply toss overboard the way one might toss an unwanted item to the sea. Frustration. Lack of fulfilment. He always experienced these things on the longer voyages. Perhaps he was not so much of a pirate after all.
He shook his wet hair.
“Watch it, mate!” Shimura growled at him, brushing the water drops from his brightly-tattooed shoulder.
“Sorry. I didn’t realize you were so close.”
Shimura grinned. “I know. I was testing to see how close I could get before you noticed. You’re highly distracted, Turner. You’d better do something about that, or I’ll not want to be next to you in a fight.”
Good point. Will had to find some outlet for this frustration.
Maybe a good night’s sleep would help. He went to the cabin.
* * *
Jack was waiting in the shadows in the corner of the cabin. He had his boots up on a trunk, and one of those sly grins on his face that promised an evening worthy of note.
“What?” Will asked, automatically assuming a defensive posture.
Jack spread his empty hands. “What? Nothing, luv! I was merely waiting for you to retire.”
Will did not ease his stance. “You want something.” He was stymied. He had been frustrated all day. He was tired. For once, he did not want to play games.
“I always want something,” Jack reasoned. “And you need to relax. You’re all tense like a stuffy old officer. Although, I must say, you dress nothing like an officer, and for that I shall be eternally grateful.”
Will became aware of his near-nudity, and the gleam of his damp skin. Two things that never failed to arouse Jack Sparrow. And he’d been looking forward to a sound sleep.
“Will, darling, have a seat.” Jack pulled out a chair for him.
Will hesitated. He did not want to sit. He wanted to lie down and have sleep overtake him, relieve him of some of this disquiet. If he sat, Jack would be at an advantage, and that would undoubtedly lead to the bed being used for things other than sleep. Not that things other than sleep wouldn’t also relieve his tension.
Good Lord, he was beginning to think like a pirate. He might not be able to handle the long stretches of inactivity like a pirate, but he could lust with the best of them.
Maybe not the best. The best was standing in front of him, holding the back of a chair as solicitous as a footman in the best household of Port Royal.
Will sat.
“It’s not a long voyage for the likes of me, but for the likes of you it must be nigh interminable. Hence, I’ve taken the time to prepare for an evening of singular entertainment. A little something to lighten the journey, like.”
Will looked about the cabin nervously. He couldn’t see anyone else, but he wouldn’t put the possibility of the evening’s entertainment involving others past Jack.
“It’s just us, luv. No worries. You and me and…” Jack leaned down so his lips were close to Will’s ear. “A dangerous, infamous and most despicable pirate.” He whispered the last word so it would shiver down Will’s spine.
“Barbossa!” Will exclaimed.
Jack made a face. “Mm. Not quite what I had in mind, but if that’s what suits your fancy… I thought something a tad more wanton.”
Will stood up. “Jack, what are you going on about?”
“Pirates, mate! Adventure aboard ship, romance on the high seas, perhaps a little slap and tickle in the captain’s quarters.”
Will did not look impressed. “That’s your idea of singular entertainment?”
Jack gave one of his most winning smiles. “I’ll be the dastardly, wicked pirate.”
“Jack, you are a dastardly, wicked pirate,” Will said.
Now he was getting it! “Right, and you’ll be the young, virtuous and virginal young man.”
Will stared at him impassively.
“Oh,” Jack said. “That’s right - you already are. Except for the virginal part. But we can pretend. That’s the whole point of the game - you pretend to be even more virtuous and upright and the like than you really are, and I’ll pretend to be the most notorious pirate ever!”
“What is the point of all this?”
Curses. Will wasn’t getting it. And it was getting a bit tiresome, having to explain everything in detail. These sorts of things worked so much better when they seemed spontaneous. Ah, well, it was all part of the foreplay, Jack supposed. “The point is, I’ll kidnap you and take you to my cabin and we’ll have a delicious struggle and then I’ll have my way with you.”
Will crossed his arms over his chest. “You’ll what?”
Oh, dear. This wasn’t going over well at all. Jack would have to explain it another way. “It’s called play-acting, Will. Adds a little excitement. You pretend to be all innocent and respectable, and I’ll pretend to be all corrupt and disrespectable, savvy?”
“To start with, Jack, you most certainly would not be pretending. And even if you were, I don’t see the attraction of this game.”
Tsk tsk. The boredom must have done something to his imagination, poor lad, Jack thought. “It’s part of the allure of pirates. The forbidden,” he explained. “Everyone secretly wants to be… sullied.”
Will’s left eyebrow made a delightful swoop. “Sullied.”
Jack nodded.
“By a pirate.”
Jack nodded again.
“Preferably a famous one, I suppose?”
Jack’s head bobbed up and down.
Will made a sound much like a harrumph. “I think you may have mistaken me for Elizabeth.”
Jack winced only slightly at the sound of Elizabeth’s name.
“She’s the one who always sang the pirate songs and wanted adventure. She’s the one who followed the exploits of every famous pirate in the Caribbean, not me.”
“Ah, but she didn’t get a famous pirate, did she? You did.”
“But I didn’t want you because you were a pirate.”
If Jack were Will, he wouldn’t be too sure of that. But he chose to ignore the statement, on the grounds that it did not merit a response.
“I was never interested in pirates,” Will went on. “I hated pirates; they killed my father.”
“But your father was a pirate.”
“I didn’t know that!”
“And he’s not even dead. He’s quite alive and well and living with… your stepmother… on the Isle de Muerte.”
“He was a walking skeleton until quite recently, and that’s not the point. I was never a pirate fancier. Elizabeth had heard of you - I'd never even heard of Captain Jack Sparrow!”
Jack refused to believe that Will had never, ever heard of him until that fateful day in the smithy. It was simply too…
Hmm.
But he could pretend.
“Fine,” Jack said. “You’re the young, upright young man who has never even heard of me, and I’m the most notorious pirate on the seas and I’ve just kidnapped you and am about to have my… to have some fun with you. See, I even found a costume.” With a flourish, Jack pulled a black mask from inside his shirt.
Will hugged his chest tighter. “That’s your costume?” he asked. “A black mask?”
Jack put on the mask. “It’s a perfectly respectable pirate costume. Pirates are notoriously untrustworthy. Don’t you know that people in masks cannot be trusted?”
Will shook his head. “No, I hadn’t heard that.”
Ooh. Sarcasm did not become him. Jack scowled and tossed the mask on the table. “Well, I heard it somewhere. I’m sure of it,” he muttered. Perhaps the mask was a bit much. They could play without it. “Well, come on, Will, try to get away.”
Will sat down and put his feet up on the table. “I don’t think I want to play this game. It’s too silly.”
That was taking things a bit far. Jack reached for a fortifying mug of rum. It was gone. “Where…?”
Will smiled at him, looking for all the world as innocent as he’d been when Jack had first met him. “Is something wrong?”
Jack’s moustache twitched. “I appear to have misplaced my rum.”
“Isn’t there more below?”
There was. “I’ll be right back,” Jack said.
* * *
Will waited, still as he could be. The mask was comfortable enough. Smooth around his eyes, and probably quite fashionable. If that were the sort of thing Will were to be interested in. But he was interested in only one thing at the moment…
The door opened and Jack stepped inside with a full bottle of rum in his hand. Not quite full. But full enough that Will was sure that Jack was still aware of what was happening when the bottle was snatched from his hand, and that hand was twisted around his back and tied to his other hand.
“Bloody hell, Will! What in the devil are you doing?”
“Don’t pretend to be tough with me, young Jack Sparrow. I know you’re really innocent and untried.”
“Unwhat?” Jack cried.
Really. jack could be so slow sometimes. Will stepped in front of him so Jack could see the mask. “Now you’re trapped in my cabin with no way to escape. What do you think will happen to you?”
Jack’s eyes went wide. Then they went narrow again. Then they got really big. And innocent. Almost puppy-ish.
Hadn’t taken him too long to catch on, had it?
“Oh, no! I know who you are! You’re the fiercest pirate in the Caribbean,” Jack said, hiding the smirk to an admirable degree.
“And you are about to experience my ferocity for yourself.”
Will knew he was being too… refined. He should have been boasting of his deeds and blathering in barely-understandable gibberish peppered with “aye”s and “avast”s, but that would make him laugh, which wouldn’t be very piratey. He tried to look menacing, but it was difficult to tell if it was working. Jack didn’t look the least bit frightened or intimidated, even though Will was saying the right things.
“Please, don’t hurt me. I’m just an innocent.”
That made it too difficult not to laugh. Will let loose a guffaw of the sort he rarely uttered.
“You laugh at my fear!” Jack exclaimed. “You mock my… um… pain.”
“Pain?” Will roared. That was good. Pain. Something he could work with. “You don’t even know the meaning of pain.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re going to make me wear a corset,” he snickered, quite out of character.
So out of character that Will would not countenance it. He grabbed Jack by the collar and slung him across the room onto the bed.
Jack was so stunned he didn’t react. Other than to spread his legs, but that was automatic.
“So, young Sparrow. I have you at my mercy, and you’re about to feel the full impact of my sword. I don’t suppose you’d be interested in doing a little begging…”
* * *
Jack Sparrow tested the bonds around his wrists. Not bad. He could get out of them in a pinch, but he would not fall out of them in the heat of the moment. Which was a good thing because when the heat of the moment struck it was going to be scorching. His hands were spread wide, tied to opposite sides of the bed, he was face down and quite unable to see what was going on behind him.
But he could feel it.
Warm slick something that smelled like chocolate oozed in the crack of his arse, and a couple of rough, very thick fingers traced its path down to his bollocks and back up again. In his mind they were rougher and thicker than they were in reality. That, Jack decided, was part of the fun of playing pirate.
Smooth black mask rubbed across his shoulder and then he felt the bite of teeth on his neck. “Mmm,” the notorious pirate Will Turner murmured against his skin, “I love the feel of a virgin arse.”
Oh, God, this playing pirate thing was bloody brilliant – why hadn’t Jack thought of it months ago?
Jack remembered to whimper a bit when the fingers breached his allegedly virgin hole. “Oh, you’re going to hurt me,” he yelped, not entirely convincingly.
“That’s what young men the likes of you want, isn’t it?” Will said, so low and menacing it sounded almost believable.
Jack wondered if spreading his legs as wide as they could go and shouting ‘Yes, yes, take me now!’ would spoil the mood.
“Open up, Sparrow,” Will growled and twisted his fingers deep inside. “I’ll have you beg for it yet.”
Beg, yes, good idea. Will was relentlessly stroking him inside… that place… inside… stroking… sparkles in the air… hard to breathe… don’t stop… oh, God, no more!
“Fuck me!” he howled. “Oh, Will, for the love of…” Another twist of the fingers and the words bubbled into incoherence. Jack thrashed as best he could and got his arse up in the air as high as he could and pleaded in his mind for cock.
And then the fingers were gone and he was empty and on display like a cheap…
“Let me…” Jack gasped, wriggled, arched.
Will did not respond.
Jack had to go all the way. “Let me be your whore,” he begged.
Not what he’d planned when the evening had begun, but it wasn’t an entirely unsatisfactory outcome. Not when his arse was finally, finally filled with Will’s cock.
“Virgin whore,” Will grunted as he pushed all the way in one go. “My favourite.”
Jack wasn’t entirely pleased that Will had thought of such a thing. Jack had certainly never talked like that, especially not when Will had been a virgin. But then, Will had been spending a lot of time up in the crow’s nest, talking with the likes of Shimura, who said things like that all the time, so maybe he’d picked it up honestly. Not that talking to Shimura often resulted in anything honest. Honestly, that man was depraved from the top of his shaved head to the tip of his toes, which he liked to paint with some kind of red varnish. Made him look even more intimidating, the painted fingers and toes did.
Will’s fingernails weren’t painted. Not that Jack could see. They were digging into the flesh of Jack’s arse as Will held Jack steady. He had to hold Jack steady because of how hard he was fucking him.
It was like being buffeted by a hurricane. So hard it almost hurt. No, it did hurt, but the hurt was tied to the bliss, and the bliss built unrelentingly. Jack couldn’t touch his own cock, though, and Will wasn’t touching it, so Jack just kept getting harder and bigger and feeling as if he were about to explode while Will pounded into him, hitting that spot… inside… stroking… sparkles in the air… hard to breathe…
“Fuck, Will! Touch me! Please, please, please.”
Will laughed.
“Will, you’re going to do me damage if you don’t give me some relief.”
“You mean you like it too much,” Will teased.
This was taking the playing pirate thing a bit far, in Jack’s opinion. But Will kept on fucking and Jack found he could not, in fact, untie his hands. The knots had tightened while he’d been paying too much attention to the pain and the lovely full hard hot swollen blissful feelings in his arse. Jack had no choice, really.
“Please, I beg of you, oh dreaded fierce pirate. Please, put me out of my misery. Please touch me.”
The hand on his cock was gentle. Almost too gentle. “Good lad,” Will whispered in his ear. “I like a fine, virtuous young man who knows his place.”
Jack’s place became instantly sullied by hot gushes of seed, and Will pushed him down into it so he twitching cock lay trapped under his slippery belly, and Will’s cock was pushed deep inside. Jack moaned harshly, and that seemed to be what Will needed to let himself go.
“Oh, Jack. I don’t think I’ve ever fucked you so hard.”
He hadn’t. And Jack’s arse would be reminding him of it for at least the next two days.
The only problem would be keeping himself from spending in his pants every time he thought about the ache inside.
“Well," Jack reasoned, "you’ve never been a notorious, fierce pirate before, have you, luv?”
“I’m not really,” Will admitted as he pulled the mask off. “But I’ve been inside one."
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