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Title: The Last Time The Sea Was This Still
Author: heartofslash
Fandom/Pairing: POTC, The Pirate Way, Sparrow/Turner
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Pee, pee and more pee. If you don’t like pee, run away now. If you do like pee, and pirates, and pirates-who-pee…
Disclaimer: This is not the Disney version. No no no no no.
Dedication: This is a Christmas gifty for pir8fancier and all the other wonderful pirate-loving-pervs out there!
Note: This fic does not require any prior knowledge of The Pirate Way. It is written as a stand-alone interlude that nevertheless fits into the whole scheme of things in a delightfully depraved manner. So if you feel like you need a warm-up (but only if you like foot!sex), check out Toes (which is what happened the last time the sea was this still) first.
The Last Time The Sea Was This Still
The last time the sea was this still, Captain Jack Sparrow bloody near broke his toe from fucking Will Turner’s arse with it. So he was keeping his feet out of sight.
Not that he hadn’t appreciated the toe-fucking experience; it had been a good time, and he’d have gladly repeated it. In fact, he would have preferred it to most other things a body could do to pass the time when the sea goes that calm. But he’d woken up - if you can call it waking up after such a hot, breezeless night, the kind of night throughout which one fervently wishes one could go to sleep if only to relieve the tedium of wishing one could fall asleep, so he supposed he’d actually not woken but merely risen, unrested, from the damp sheets - with a strange and certain feeling that something momentous was going to happen.
And, as always when he had feelings such as that, he suspected, or rather hoped, that Will Turner might somehow be involved in the upcoming, as-yet-to-be-identified momentous event.
So he kept his feet out of sight, so as not to tempt Will into any toe activity that might supersede the anticipated happening.
Unless the momentous event in question was destined to, in fact, be even more spectacular toe activity.
Jack would enjoy that.
He could not make the first move, lest it jinx the unfolding of events. What if the momentous event were not in fact toe activity, but something of an entirely different nature? A different nature that might not actually occur if the feet were to be introduced to the mix?
“Blast!” Jack exclaimed loudly.
Will looked up from the pocket watch he was repairing. “What are you on about now, Jack?”
“Bloody pirates,” Jack sulked. Such a dilemma. To tempt or not to tempt.
“What about them?”
Jack decided to tempt bloody fate, and swung his bare feet onto the table; Will did not appear to notice.
“They’re so superstitious, they can never make the right decisions!” Jack scowled.
“If you’re referring to the choice of this cove as a berth during the lull, I would be inclined to disagree. It’s only a short row to shore, the crew is enjoying the fresh water and shade of the island, and you and I can enjoy some peace and privacy for a change.”
Peace and privacy did Jack no good at all when Will was absorbed in, of all things, watch repair, and Jack as much as told Will so.
“This is the stillest it’s been since I boarded this ship; these are ideal conditions for watch repair.”
Jack did not respond. It never ceased to amaze him that a man with such a healthy appetite for sex and, frankly, an imagination that would do your average harlot proud, could have these… lulls.
No interest whatsoever.
“It’s too hot,” Will had complained the night before. “Besides, I stink like a pig.”
“Not at all. You smell like Will Turner,” Jack had countered in his best, most seductive tone. “You smell absolutely divine.”
Will had kissed him on the tip of the nose, and suggested he get that looked at by a medical doctor the next time they raided a town large enough to support a physician.
Jack sighed. Perhaps they should sail to a cooler climate.
Will got up abruptly and headed for the door.
Jack leapt up to follow, colliding with Will.
“Jack, what are you doing?”
“Pursuing you, luv.”
“Why?”
“‘m bored. Thought you might be doing something interesting, like.”
Will made that ‘tsk tsk’ noise that made him sound such a prude. “I am not doing anything of interest to you.”
“How can you say that if I don’t even know what you’re up to, eh?”
“I know where I’m going, Jack, and it’s of no interest to you.”
Jack wedged himself between Will and the door. “Never underestimate what might be of interest to a pirate, mate.”
Will rolled his eyes. “That is what I’m afraid of.”
“Come on, Will. Tell us where you’re headed.”
Oh, Jack loved it when Will’s jaw got all hard like that and he ground his teeth.
“If you must know, I was going to go out and piss off the side of the boat.”
Jack’s stomach flipped over.
Of course. Why hadn’t he thought of that?
“Sounds delightful,” Jack said.
Will’s brow crease intensified to an unprecedented depth.
“What part of the deck did you have in mind?” Jack asked.
“A part of the deck upon which I am alone,” Will said.
Jack pouted. “Will, think about it. Three days without wind, three days of oppressive heat, three days without sex. You didn’t even allow me to accompany you ashore this morning when you went to bathe. Now I ask you, is it fair that you deny me this little bit of entertainment? I’m not asking for much; I only want to watch.”
Will stood his ground. “You,” he said, “are depraved.”
Jack beamed with pride. “Precisely. And we’re all alone. What could be more ideal?”
“We are not alone. Mr. Darling is on deck.”
“Aye, he’s keeping watch so we don’t have to worry about the navy sneaking up on us.” Good man, Mr. Darling. A bit daft, but not so much as you would notice.
“Precisely. He’ll hear us.”
“No, he won’t. He’s deaf.”
“He’s deaf?”
“Deaf. Well, mostly deaf. Got a little too close to the cannon last spring during that incident with the Spanish whaler. Can only hear really loud noises now.”
“And you tend to make really loud noises when you watch me piss.”
“I do not!”
“Jack, you could wake the dead with the moans you make.”
Will was right. “Not my fault,” Jack said defensively. “Not my fault that when you piss you look so utterly delightful.”
“Look, Jack, I really do need to pee. Do you mind? I’ll even let you watch, if you just let me do it before I do it in my clothes.”
Negotiations, Jack had discovered in his long career as a pirate, were often a matter of simple perseverance.
They walked up the stairs to the quarterdeck.
“Jack, is it wise to have a deaf man standing watch?”
“It’s his ears that are deaf, not his eyes. Long as he looks in the direction from which the navy’s most likely to come, Fanny’s your aunt.”
“I see.”
“As does he, I assure you. We’re in perfectly capable hands… eyes… as long as Mr. Darling tilts his head the right way.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Nothing to worry about, luv. He’s just got a little blind spot is all. He turns his head this way and that; he gets it all, eventually.”
Will came to a stop a few feet from the rail. “Jack! How am I supposed to feel safe enough to piss over the side of the ship if the man guarding it is deaf and blind?”
“Only mostly deaf and a little blind. Why are you so concerned with Mr. Darling’s credentials?”
“I wasn’t, until I found out what they were.”
Hmm. Best not to let him know about the slight daftness.
“I can’t pee if I’m worried about the navy barging in on us.”
“Of course you can. Men piss themselves in battle all the time.”
“You’re expecting a battle?”
“Not at all. It’s just that battle is what usually happens when the navy shows up. You’re not expecting the navy to show up, are you, Will?”
“No.”
“Good, then. This is as good a spot as any. Pull out your cock and let’s have a look see.”
Will looked around uncertainly. Will always looked so young when he was uncertain. It was a state Jack was careful not to induce too often, as he would not want to foster permanent insecurity, but in which Jack delighted whenever it did occur.
“You first,” Will muttered.
“Me? Why, I’d be honoured.” Jack fumbled a bit with his sash and breeches and pulled out his stiff cock. Not too stiff to pee, but stiff enough, what with all the talk about Will pissing, to be impressive.
“Your turn, luv.”
Will grimaced and pulled out his cock, lovely as ever but flaccid. Totally flaccid.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
“No need to be sorry, luv. We’re only here to piss, eh?” Jack said, although he couldn’t help but feel the tiniest bit disappointed.
Still, flaccid cock was better than no cock at all, and he hadn’t laid eyes on Will’s in days.
And, even when limp, Will’s was a gorgeous one.
“I’ll go first,” Jack offered, eager to get the piss out before it was trapped by his hastily growing erection. He stood proudly at the rail and let loose a golden stream, which arced through the sun-drenched air and down to the glass-like surface of the water. Will watched intently.
“Ahhh,” Jack sighed. “Go on. Your turn.”
Will stared down at the water.
“S’okay, Will. No one is looking.”
“You are.”
“You looked at me when I pissed.”
“You always say that.”
“And I’m always right.”
Will adjusted his cock. “Fine,” he said petulantly, “I’ll go.”
But he didn’t.
“Not still worried about the navy happening upon you while you pee, are you, Will?”
“No!”
“Then what is it?”
Will stared balefully at his soft cock.
“Ah,” Jack said. “All soft and sweet like that. It’s shy, poor thing. Let me help you, luv. Needs a little encouragement, is all. ”
And then Jack was right where he wanted to be. Beside Will, with one hand on his cock, soft though it was, and the other cupping Will’s arse, firm and round as it always was, and Will with his eyes closed, hair falling down his back and he tilted his face to the sky.
“Yes, that’s what I need,” Will whispered, soft like a breeze.
Jack had known all along. Will probably didn’t even need to piss. He just wanted to get Jack’s hand on his cock, out there in the open. Loved nature, Will did. Loved to be touched in the open air. Touched and tugged and made a little bit hard, just enough to give him courage.
Will’s hand nudged Jack’s aside. “I’m better now.”
“Aw, Will, you’ve let me help this far…”
Will considered for a moment, nodded and leaned a bit toward the sea. Jack felt Will’s cock twitch a bit, and then hot liquid flowed out. Jack’s fingers could feel it through the skin and flesh and bulk, could feel it coming up out of Will before it streamed into the air, a perfect, beautiful curve of piss. How could anything so commonplace be so extraordinarily beautiful? Such was the miracle of Will, as far as Jack was concerned.
He watched, enraptured, as the smooth flow of piss wavered in the air. The solid-seeming stream broke into hundreds of dazzling jewels suspended in the ether, moving slowly, and then faster.
And flew straight at Jack, spattering all over his bare belly and sash and trousers, and even his cock, which was still sticking out of his trousers, fairly hard from touching Will’s cock and watching Will piss. And which was now damp with Will’s piss.
The bloody wind had started up again.
Will stopped pissing as soon as he realised what was happening. “Oh, Jack! I’m sorry.”
Jack gaped at the wet mess on his legs and belly.
Will looked around for some way to clean him up.
Jack ran his fingertip along the length of his cock, slipping across the wet surface.
“Will,” he observed dryly, “you pissed on me, mate.”
Will made a face of utter mortification. “Uhhh, yes, Jack. I did. I think you were standing too close.”
“I always stand too close, Will. That’s what I prefer. And there was no other way to keep my hand on your cock.”
“Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea.”
Jack’s moustache twitched. “On the contrary, luv, I think it was an excellent idea. It’s the wind that was a bad idea.”
The sudden breeze had already started to chill it, but the pee on his cock did nothing to quash his erection.
It felt good.
Jack sniffed the heady scent, earthy and strong, like Will, but clean. Also like Will. Didn’t matter how dirty Will Turner got on the outside. He was always clean inside.
If Jack were a religious man, he would say it was a result of purity of soul. As it was, Jack wasn’t so much religious as he was superstitious. And as a superstitious man, he suspected that Will had to be so pure because it was the only thing to effectively counter Jack’s utter wickedness.
Will had called him depraved; Jack would show him depraved.
Will started to tuck his cock back in his pants, but Jack stopped him.
“You’re not done!”
“I am too.”
“You sure? Because I think you’ve got a little bit left in you.”
Will shook his head violently.
“Come on, luv,” Jack wheedled, “you’ve got something in there for me.” He yanked Will closer by the cock.
Will pressed up against Jack’s front and their cocks met.
“More, Will,” Jack demanded. “Don’t stop at halfway. I want it all.”
Oh, he wanted it. Every last drop. It wasn’t enough, that hasty little spray of piss. Half of it had already gone down to the water before the wind sprang up, the rest had sprinkled across him so delicately it was hardly fair at all. He wanted it all, and he wanted it all in one spot so he could really feel it. Jack scowled and made a tight fist around Will’s shaft. “Finish it, Will. Finish it and I’ll give you a rogering you’ll never forget.”
Will gulped and tried to squirm out of Jack’s grip. “Jack, stop it. You’re being—”
“Depraved,” Jack grinned. “Depraved and disgusting and a pirate of the worst sort ever, and you know you love that about me Will, so stop pretending and give me the rest of it.”
Sick, he was. There had to be something wrong with him. But suddenly, if only for the perverse joy of seeing Will so bloody uncomfortable at the same time his cock was growing in Jack’s hand, effectively belying the discomfort, Jack wanted nothing more than…
Yessssssssssssss. Hot and salty, like a boiling sea, flowing over Jack’s painfully hard cock, soaking the front of his pants. Drenching him. Surrounding him with the scent of Will at his most basic. Will sighed as the last of it trickled out.
Jack made a really loud noise.
“Much better, luv,” Jack groaned, and did not let go. Will was hard in his hand, hard and trying not to move but his hips pulsed forward and he grasped Jack’s shoulders.
“I can’t believe you did that,” Will said.
“I think you did it, mate. I merely enjoyed it. Now, give me more.” He twisted his fist around Will’s cock and squeezed.
Will clutched at him desperately and moaned. “I can’t…”
“You can.”
Will shook his head furiously, sending curls in every direction. The scent was changing, being overpowered by the smell of Will’s arousal. Even earthier, even stronger, the sweet urine smell replaced by the scent of Will in heat.
The individual senses were overvalued; Jack much preferred to experience them like this, all jumbled together. Sweat and hot breath and the taste of Will’s skin where Jack licked his throat got confused in Jack’s mind. Sounds became smells became tastes became the dizzying vision of Will’s scrunched forehead and squeezed-shut eyes and pursed lips.
Jack was not drenched with seed. He was spattered with it. It wasn’t as hot as the piss, but it burned more. Jack milked Will until he was afraid it might start to hurt, and then grabbed his own cock, spreading Will’s essence along its length, jerking erratically. What he needed was a hair’s breadth away.
Will’s hand closed over his. “Me too,” Will huffed in his ear.
“You? What?”
Will stopped Jack from pumping his hand up and down his cock, and held his cock steady, aimed at Will.
“Luv, I can’t. I’m all hard now. And I already pissed.”
“You saved some for me, Jack. Didn’t you?”
Damn. He could never put anything over on Will.
“Aye,” he admitted, trying to relax himself enough to let it go. “You know me too well.”
“And you don’t know me well enough,” Will said. He braced himself against the railing with his legs spread wide, cock starting to grow again already. He looked Jack in the eye. “I want you to piss on me, Jack.”
Jack dismissed the notion that this entire escapade might have been planned from the start. If he contemplated it too closely, he might spend immediately and miss the pleasure of pissing on Will. Even if he didn’t think about it, the urge to complete the sex act threatened to overshadow the desire to fulfill Will’s request. Demand.
It was a demand. Definitely a demand. And as such, it had to take precedence over his own requirements.
Jack pinched the base of his cock hard enough to make himself wince. “You want piss, luv? I’ll give you piss.”
Will nodded eagerly.
Jack strained a bit. He feared it might be too late. He closed his eyes, shielding himself from the look on Will’s face, a look of intense need in spite of the recent release, so it wouldn’t make him harder. He tried to picture something unpleasant, something unwanted, something obscene.
Will - desolate because he thought Jack was gone.
Jack hated to do that to himself, to remember that. But it always served to diminish his desire. Just enough... he opened his eyes again when the piss started to flow.
Will shuddered when the piss hit his cock. “Oh, Jack. That’s ahhhhhhhh.”
Aye, it was. Jack said “Ahhhhhhh,” and began to stroke his cock the second the piss stopped coming out. “God, yes, Will, so good.”
Will stayed his hand. “Jack, you promised me a rogering.”
Why, so he had. Jack grabbed Will’s hand and dragged him down to the cabin. “Get rid of the pissy trousers right now,” Jack ordered once he closed the door behind him.
Will not only stripped off all his clothes. He swept the watch parts into a tin and put them aside so he could drape himself stomach down over the empty table, legs spread wide. The breeze wasn’t enough to make the ship pitch, but Jack stumbled anyway.
Oil. Something. Anything.
There. On the trunk. A jar of that white slippery stuff Will used on his hair sometimes. If only Jack could reach that far without having to let go of Will’s arse, which was undulating under his hands the way the sea would if the breeze kicked up any more. The breeze that would soon bring the crew back to the ship, and then there wouldn’t only be deaf Mr. Darling and Will wouldn’t make the noises Jack wanted to hear.
Jack tore himself away long enough to seize the jar.
The smell of coconut and cocoa competed with Will’s musk and their piss and the regular smells of the cabin and Jack wouldn’t have it any other way because there was nothing quite like the slip and slide of that white stuff. He had one finger all the way in before he realised Will was saying something.
“Two.”
Yes, right to two. Will was full of good ideas today. Two fingers, inside, slick and hot, so soft and snug, Will’s arse pushing back at him, demanding more. Jack’s cock was dry now, the piss gone into the air or the folds of his pants, which lay in a heap with Will’s soiled garments. He’d best do that laundry himself or there’d be questions asked. Will reached up and grabbed the far side of the table, so Jack took that as a cue to smear his cock with white stuff and plaster himself to Will’s back.
Will’s back was clean. No dirt or piss, just a broad expanse of tanned skin. Jack lapped the meagre sweat from it. Not enough. He wanted, always, more. He wanted to drown in Will’s body fluids. All of them. But first, he buried his cock deep inside.
Will stretched beneath him and groaned. Jack got a solid grip on Will’s biceps and began to ride.
“Fuck me hard, Jack. You promised.”
A pirate never goes back on his word. Not when it involves a rogering Will Turner will never forget. Will made some really loud sounds of his own. Jack didn’t let up until he hurt. When it was impossible to hold on any longer, he let go. He let go with his hands too. Will pushed him off and turned over so fast he caught the first spurt of seed on his hip, and the rest on his cock.
“I’m not the only one,” Jack grunted and threw out his hands on either side of Will to prop himself on the table.
Will shook his head and took his own cock in hand again. “I don’t think so. Do you want to be covered in me?” He fisted his renewed erection.
“Aye.”
“Feel me all over your body?” He was arched back ridiculously over the table. It was depraved and disgusting and piratey in the best sort of way.
“Aye-aye,” Jack agreed.
“Swim in me?”
“More like drown,” Jack said in a raspy whisper. He braced himself for what was about to come.
Will grunted as he reached his peak and heaved his legs up so they wrapped around Jack’s waist. The seed gushed between them, smearing them both.
Jack dropped his head to Will’s chest. The gentle rock of the ship seemed to tell him that the wind, or at least the Pearl, had approved of all this debauchery.
“That was depraved,” Will sighed.
“Aye,” Jack acknowledged.
“But I think the Pearl liked it.”
Jack smiled. “Ah, Will, I think I’ve finally made a pirate of you.”
The End
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