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Title: Two In, One Out
Author: heartofslash
Fandom/Pairing: POTC, The Pirate Way, Sparrow/Turner
Rating: R
Warning: Description of a major injury
Disclaimer: I make no claim on the profits or ownership rights of the almighty Disney.
Any relation to POTC should be considered a mere visual aid.
Note: Takes place a year or so after “The Pirate Way” ended…
Two In, One Out
“You never have told me.”
“Don’t want to, luv. I’ve got better things upon which to spend my time.” Jack twirled his fingers in a particularly delightful chestnut-hued curl.
Will plastered his body against Jack’s side and slung his left leg over Jack’s groin. Jack’s cock was hot and soft and still a bit moist under his inner thigh. Sated. Will shifted his leg so Jack would hiss mildly at the contact. Jack would hiss, but he would never tell Will to stop. That’s the way Jack was.
Will stilled his leg and watched his own fingers painted a delicate, intricate trail across Jack’s smooth chest, over deeply tanned skin, ending in a spiral pattern around the first of the thick, round scars.
“Leave it, Will.”
“But Jack, it’s a mystery. I love mysteries; two entry wounds, one exit wound.”
“No mystery. There’s a bullet in me chest. End of story.” Jack snatched Will’s hand from his chest and brought the long fingers to his mouth. Gentle, loving licks across the rough skin. A single kiss to all fingertips at once.
“Can you feel it?”
“No.”
“Do you ever think about it?”
“Never!”
“How did it happen?”
Jack sat up abruptly. Almost dumping Will on the floor. He pulled his whole body across the bed, away from Will. Which was a rare occurrence, and thus worth noting. It was not the direction Jack usually took when Jack, Will and a bed were involved. Especially when the bed in question was Jack’s special, custom-made, extra-wide and –strong bed, in his cabin on his ship.
Will teetered on the edge of the bed. He had to grab the headboard to keep his balance, a detail which did not fail to attract Jack’s attention.
Even when Jack was fully occupied with being difficult and stubborn and evasive about his past, the connection of Will Turner’s hand with the headboard was an eminently noticeable event.
“Will, I luv you, mate, but you don’t know when to stop, do you?” He reached out and slid his hand along Will’s forearm, squeezing the hard muscles, the tendons and veins. Jack ran his other hand across Will’s naked belly, felt it jump under his touch, the skin shivered under fine hair. He tugged at the hair playfully.
Honestly, and if you’d asked Jack would have told you, there was nothing more fun than to play with play Will’s hair, whether it was the rich, full locks on his head or the glossy dark curls at the base of his cock or the same, straighter, silkier, softer belly hair he was tugging at that moment. Nothing was more delightful.
Except for Will’s cock, of course. That went without saying. Will’s cock was a wee bit more fun to play with than his hair. But Jack wouldn’t have told you that, because as far as Jack was concerned, Will’s cock was no one’s business but his own. Jack’s, that is.
Will took the sudden playful mood to heart. He moved his leg up and used it to hook around Jack’s waist to drag him closer.
Jack didn’t resist. He slid across the bed until he was back against Will where he belonged, skin against skin.
And Will’s fingers walked up his back and stopped at the exit wound.
“Will…” Jack growled.
“No secrets!” Will reminded him.
Oh, right. No secrets. Fine, then. Jack wouldn’t be allowed to refuse to talk. He would have to distract Will.
“Will, I’m not sure why you’re so interested in that. There’s plenty more interesting things on my body. Take this tattoo, for instance.” Jack pointed to the sparrow on his forearm. “I was in Singapore, see, and this great big fellow, I mean huge, the size of a mountain, comes up to me in a tavern. Not really a tavern, more of a brothel. But I wasn’t there for the women, only the drink – I swear on the Pearl! Anyway, he came up to me and poked his great big finger in me chest, and said…”
Will wasn’t buying it. He was looking at the arm, but his fingers were still tracing a border around the single rough wound on the right side of Jack’s back.
Jack had never seen it. Will must have. He’d seen every inch of Jack. But Jack had never seen the exit wound. He closed his eyes and could feel the sting of the herbs. He couldn’t speak the old man’s language, and the old man wasn’t sure what to make of Jack, but he’d taken good care of Jack.
Anyone else might have left him for dead, but the old man made a litter with some palm leaves and dragged Jack, who was only barely conscious, all the way to his camp. Jack had spent the next four days in a fever, sweating out his fears and, he was sure, saying some very embarrassing things about his past, but that didn’t matter since the old man didn’t know any of the languages Jack was likely to have used.
“What did the man say?” Will asked quietly.
“Dunno. I couldn’t understand a word he said. I think he was praying over me, some of the time.”
“In a tavern? In Singapore?” Will looked so lovely when he was confused. It was the eyebrow crease.
“No, on an island. In the Caribbean. It wasn’t too far from Nassau Port. I… I was on me own. After I got off the island where Barbossa left me. I was gathering a bit of coin to finance a proper return to business.”
“You wanted to go legitimate?” Will looked so lovely when he didn’t believe a word Jack was saying. The eyebrow crease changed shape.
“No, never! Only if it’s part of the pirating, luv.” Jack grinned. It helped to lighten his own mood, if not Will’s. “I was hoping to get a ship and a crew to challenge Barbossa for the Pearl. But that’s not an easy task… and you have to build up a fairly terrifying reputation before you can do what I wanted to do...”
“All reputation, and no fact,” Will muttered.
Cheeky, but Jack liked that about Will. He wasn’t afraid to challenge Jack, when they were in private.
“That’s the way all the best pirates work,” he agreed. “So I was in the middle of a business transaction…”
“You mean you were stealing from someone.”
“Not overtly!”
Will laughed. “You were!”
“That would be a matter of perspective, wouldn’t it?”
“Go on…”
“And he took offence to the terms of the transaction…”
“You mean to not being paid for his goods.”
“I had nothing to do with his goods!”
Will wriggled his hips against Jack so their goods rubbed together. “Mmmm, that’s good. I don’t like the idea of your goods being near anyone else’s goods.”
Jack’s eyes rolled back in his head. It was nigh impossible to grow erect so soon after having the life sucked out of oneself, ordinarily. But Will had a way of transcending the ordinary, and Will was certainly growing harder as he ground his hips and pulled Jack closer with the hand that gripped Jack’s hip.
The other hand was still caressing the exit wound.
“Do you want me to tell the story or not?”
Will stopped grinding. But he didn’t move away.
All in all, the most desirable response. Gave Jack a chance to catch his breath, but he was still warm. Best to get this over with, so they could get to the part about Will’s goods and Jack’s goods being near.
“He pulled out his pistol and fired.”
Will stopped caressing the exit wound.
“I told him we could work things out, but he fired again.”
Will got less hard.
“I remember thinking it should hurt more.”
Will got soft.
But Jack didn’t. Because even though he could smell the powder in the air and hear the echo of the blast and feel the blood seeping down his chest, he could also feel Will’s unmoving hand on his back, and Will’s long, lean leg around his hip, and Will’s softening but still delectable cock against his own cock. And for that reason, Jack was not going soft. He was getting harder.
Because Jack knew the end of the story. He knew that he would survive, and he would earn the reputation he needed, and he would get his ship back, and he would get Will Turner.
It turned out that telling the story wasn’t so hard after all.
“The one that went through didn’t hurt as much as the one that stayed in. A ball of hot metal. But it cooled soon enough.”
Will whimpered.
“Fortunately, he was a fairly well-off gent, so the shot was of the finest quality. I didn’t die of poisoning.”
Will whimpered again.
And Jack told him about the old man who lived in the forest, a medicine man, some said. A demon, said others. But it was the ones who knew him that called him ‘medicine man’, and it was the same people who hated Jack that called him a demon.
Jack was perfectly safe by the fire in the old man’s camp, because no one would ever go near the old man’s home. It was protected by spells. Things hanging from the trees scared away wanderers, scary looking things Jack preferred not to look upon too often.
Four days of fever, it was. And another four days of sleep. The sleep of the dead. Near dead. Not dead. A healing sleep. That’s what the young woman who came on the eighth day said. She spoke the old man’s language. And through her, Jack learned that the herbs that stung were meant to heal, and that they had healed. That the dream-inducing smoke from the fire had played its part as well. And that he would have to remain with the old man until the moon grew three times.
He didn’t understand that one; he would surely be healed long before then. But he stayed. He stayed and shared food and drink with the old man. The old man taught him to smoke from a pipe carved out of a bone. Jack never did find out what they were smoking, but long after the old man was asleep, Jack would lie by the dying fire and see spirits dancing in the smoke.
On the night of the third full moon, Jack saw the Pearl hovering above the fire. She was beautiful, sleek and fit, with full sails reflected in the shimmering sea.
The young woman came the next morning to guide him to the village. From there he would join a group of merchants who were heading to a larger village on the coast. From there he would board a ship. From there he would begin afresh.
She told him that the old man envied Jack. Jack was young. Jack was strong. Jack now carried a good luck charm.
Jack didn’t see what was lucky about a bullet in his chest.
“It failed to kill you. It will travel with you always, and when other bullets dare to come near, they will sense the one that you carry and be afraid.”
Will let out a deep breath.
Jack licked Will’s shoulder.
“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“Why, indeed? “Superstitious nonsense,” Jack said. “Knew you wouldn’t believe it. I don’t believe it.”
“What about the man?”
“What man?”
“The one who shot you?”
Oh. Him.
“Did you… seek revenge?”
“Would have, luv, but he’d already sailed back to England by the time I was well enough to look for him. He told everyone I was dead. That helped, you know, with the reputation and all that. Once I was up to a little pillaging and the like, there were rumours I was a ghost. Makes for much easier pillaging when people are busy praying for divine intervention, savvy?”
Will narrowed his eyes. “You take nothing seriously, do you?”
“Not if I can help it. Everything happens for a reason, Will. You know that. There’s a reason that man shot me. There’s a reason I’ve never seen him again. But if I did, God’s truth, I’d walk right up to him and offer to buy him a drink.”
“Really?” Will sounded pleased.
“Of course, I would.”
What Jack failed to add was that once he had the man well and truly drunk, he would take him out back of the tavern and teach him a thing or two about the proper negotiation of business transactions.
Will didn’t need to know that.
Because Will was getting hard again. That was far more important.
Jack pulled Will fully onto his lap and nipped at Will’s neck. “Mmmm, now I’ve told me story. Your turn. How did you get this?” He pinched at one of Will’s hard, brown nipples.
“What? That’s part of me!”
“As are my scars. Come on, Will. This is one of my favourite parts of you. Where did it come from?” Jack dipped his head down and caught the nipple between his teeth.
Will arched his back and circled his hips, wedging Jack’s cock against his hard belly.
Jack kept sucking until Will’s fingers started to dig deep enough into his shoulders to hurt.
“Jack!”
Jack let the nipple go. He licked up Will’s chest. “Yes, luv?”
Will’s hips vibrated. “Jack, I need…”
Jack reached down to hold their cocks together.
“That!”
Jack grinned wickedly and felt Will’s legs tighten around his waist. He snatched the bottle of oil from the shelf above the bed and poured some right over his fist. It seeped between his fingers, slipped around both cocks, dripped down to the bases where is spread over their balls. His hand slide easily up and down the twin shafts.
Will was on his lap, so his cock was higher, the bottom edge of the wide head rubbing across the top of Jack’s head. It was quite ludicrous, how good it felt, so soon after spending in Will’s mouth, of all places – his second favourite place to spend.
No, that was wrong. Will’s mouth was his third favourite place to spend. His first favourite was, it went without saying, Will’s arse. And it was a good thing that it went without saying, because he would never say such a thing, not when anyone else was present, because if there was one thing that was even more Jack’s business and no one else’s than Will’s cock, it was Will’s arse.
His second favourite place to spend was on Will’s belly, when Will’s cock was up his arse. Or on his own belly when Will’s cock was up his arse. And it was no good to let something like that get around, because everyone would start to question his authority if they knew just how much he liked Will’s cock up his arse.
When he fucked Will, Will moaned and purred it and wanted more. That was fine.
But when Will fucked Jack, Jack howled and begged and needed more. Not good for the piratey reputation.
His third favourite place was in Will’s mouth. Or Will’s hand. Or Will’s hair. Or on Will’s feet. Or under Will’s arm. Or between Will’s thighs. Or in Will’s hand. Anywhere, really, that was Will but not specifically on Will’s belly while Will’s cock was in Jack’s arse, or in Will’s arse.
This would have to be considered a third place as well, since he was about to spend in his own hand, on Will’s belly and his own belly and on Will’s cock, and when he did, Will would likely spend too, and then their seed would be mixed together all over the two of them.
Perfect.
So perfect, Jack howled.
And later, after Will had purred and moaned and mixed his seed with Jack’s seed and spread it all over his belly so Jack could lick it off, one slow, flat tongue-stroke at a time, after they’d washed each other with a cool wet cloth and pulled a blanket over their naked bodies and stretched out in the dark for a while listening to each other breath, Will kissed Jack’s shoulder.
“That wasn’t the whole story,” Will accused.
“No, but I have to save something for later,” Jack admitted.
Jack could feel Will smile against his skin.
“And the giant man in the tavern in Singapore?”
Jack smiled. “That’s a whole other story…”
End
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