Eternity and the Sparrow

TITLE: Eternity and the Sparrow
RATING: M (and, may I have the warnings please!) For language, violence, relatively graphic M/M sex and anything else my dirty little mind could come up with.
SPOILER ALERT!! If you haven't watched the third movie, please don't read this, I talk about it quite a bit! And, if you haven't watched it, then what the hell are you doing reading fan fiction?! Go WATCH IT!! The story is set at the very tail end of At World's End, after Will and Elizabeth do their business on the beach, but before you see Jack in Tortuga. The rest goes out from there.
PAIRING: Jack/Will AKA M/M If you don’t like it, don’t read it. If you flame me, I’ll giggle about your stupidity over tea.
ARCHIVES: If you’d like, just let me know and give me credit…
FEEDBACK: sits up on hind legs and begs Please…
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of the characters of Pirates of the Caribbean they belong to Disney (lucky bastards) and all of the creators. The story idea is entirely mine. Don’t bother suing me, I live in a cardboard box in the gutter, or at least my mind does…

Last, but not least, I'm in desperate need of a Beta reader. I don't have one and I miss stupid things unless I read it aloud (and that just gets plain awkward sometimes).

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William Turner, son of Bootstrap Bill Turner and Captain of the immortal Flying Dutchman, stood looking out at the great expanse of ocean that was both his master and his cage. This had not been in the plan. No, Jack was meant to take the Dutchman and he would become the new Captain of the Black Pearl. They’d worked everything out, sitting with their heads close together in Jack’s quarters and speaking in whispers to prevent anyone from overhearing.

They had played out the plan on the deck of the Pearl for the sake of letting the night crew spread the word amongst the rest. They let the others believe that Jack had tricked Will into letting him have the Dutchman and the immortality that came with it. They had to do it for the sake of the plan, so that they could acquire the Dutchman without Barbossa or Elizabeth being aware of what was truly going on.

Jack had always been meant for the sea, which was why he was willing to take the ship that came with a price. He didn’t need to go on land for much of anything, so being bound away from it all but a day out of ten years was no problem for the wily Captain. While William had the blood of a pirate, his feet had spent far too many years on the solid earth for him to spend the rest of eternity sailing.

Behind him, the crew of the late Davy Jones went about the business of repairing the damage done by the Black Pearl and the storms of the goddess Calypso. None bothered him. It was the first time in many, many years that any of them had been as close to human as they’d become when they acquired a new Captain, so they had no complaints about the death of Davy Jones. The man, no, the beast, had been a harsh master and they were glad to see him gone. Now, the next time they docked, they could go on land without everyone knowing precisely what they were. They were still pirates, but at least they were no longer monsters of the deep.

Will leaned on the railing of the ship and fingered the ragged scar on his chest. Whether he liked it or not, he was bound to the Dutchman and her crew, by body, heart, and soul. A tired sigh escaped his lips. Jack had done what had to be done, but he wished there had been another way.

At the young man’s right, someone cleared their throat. Will tore his eyes away from the sea to look at his father. There was a bit more resemblance between them now that Bootstrap was no longer covered in various pieces of ocean life. He could see now why the crew of the Black Pearl had thought he was Bill himself come back from Davy’s Locker to haunt them.

“Sir, our major repairs are complete. The crew and I believe that we can finish the rest without remaining anchored,” he reported lightly.

Father and son had decided that it would be best to follow rank while in front of the Dutchman’s crew, but allow themselves to relax once they were on their own. Even so, Bill didn’t seem too formal when referring to his son as ‘Captain’.

William nodded and turned back to the ocean. He could still see the sliver of land where the rest of the pirates had returned after the battle with the East India Trading company. They’d gone over to the locker as soon as he’d finished his farewell with Elizabeth, but, once they’d sorted out the mess that Jones had left; Will had insisted that they return. He wasn’t sure he wanted to give up the sight of land just yet.

As if reading his thoughts, Bootstrap commented, “But it would be easier to finish if we stayed.”

“Just for a bit longer.”

“Aye Captain,” Bill confirmed and turned to continue his business, but his son’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Oh, and sailor...”

“Aye sir?”

The younger Turner straightened up to meet his father in the eyes. “I’ll be needing a first mate, do you think you’re up to it?” he asked in a very serious tone.

“I couldn’t be prouder to accept that honor,” he replied, meaning every word. It had been so long since he’d left young William as a child, and he had never expected him to become the great pirate Captain that stood before him. With a faint smile, Will dismissed him so he could give out his Captain’s orders.

It wouldn’t be so bad, sailing an eternity with his father. He could certainly make up for lost time that way. That’s right, if he just kept finding the silver lining to this whole thing, then none of it would seem so bad. He had wanted immortality, even if it wasn’t this way.

Jack had stumbled across a very intriguing location on the Chinese maps, the Fountain of Youth. The plan that had fallen into pieces had involved Jack acquiring the Flying Dutchman and Will traveling to the Fountain of Youth to obtain immortality, that way the Black Pearl and the Dutchman could both sail forever, plundering and pillaging in the pirate way for as long as the Captains felt like continuing. It was kind of like a pirate Nirvana.

Now, Will wasn’t so sure that Jack would keep to his side. Captain Sparrow might go after the Fountain and just flip the points of the agreement, but he still had the Pearl and there really wasn’t a reason to continue chasing immortality. But, with pirates as no exception, most every man wanted to live forever.

It was just too hard to tell what Jack was thinking. Every time Will had thought Jack had betrayed him by throwing him to the hounds, it always ended up being part of Jack’s greater plan. Unfortunately, Jack had more faith in Will than Will had in Jack. But, when that blade had pierced his chest and he’d seen the utterly mortified look on Sparrow’s face, he’d known that Jack wouldn’t let him come to harm lightly. Elizabeth had been positively sobbing at his side, and yet he hadn’t been able to tear his eyes away from the expression that had dominated Jack’s features.

With the storm raging around them, Will had barely felt the pirate lord’s hand wrap around his own and place it about the hilt of the dagger Jack had been holding. Pain had been tearing through his body much like the massive hurricane was ripping through the ocean when Jack had whispered in his ear, “You’ll not be dying here like this, dear William.” He hadn’t believed him. He knew what such a wound did to a man and he knew the blade in his chest was what was keeping him from breathing properly. Comforting though Jack’s words were, the world was fading to black when the pirate had guided his hand into stabbing the heart of Davy Jones.

Will turned away from the sea a second time and stalked towards the Captain’s quarters. Things were too complicated. On a whim during a battle, he’d gone ahead and married Elizabeth, thinking that it would make her happy in their last moments on earth. Then they’d survived the damn thing and he royally wished he hadn’t. Now he had another little silver lining to being the Captain of the Flying Dutchman, he didn’t have to make good on that promise except once every ten years. She really wasn’t the one he wanted to be bound to.

Elizabeth was strong, and Elizabeth was smart, but he’d decided Elizabeth wasn’t the only fish in the sea the first time he’d gotten out onto the open ocean. It wasn’t quite that simple. Will had been in love with the girl, he really had, and there was still some of that remaining, but someone had shown him what he had truly wanted and there was no turning back. There was far too much pirate in his blood to just settle down on land with the pretty lass next store. A life with Elizabeth promised calm and effortless living. It had only taken one man to reveal to him how much he belonged with the sea and the chaos that comes with it.

So, he’d made good on his promise to rescue Elizabeth and then she became a fellow pirate and never seemed to leave his side. He didn’t mind her so much when he thought they’d lost Jack forever, but now he knew that the infamous pirate could not be lost so easily.

William stopped at the door to his quarters when he heard a very familiar voice.

“Now Captain Turner, why would ye go and give away treasure that rightfully belonged to me?” Jack’s lilting speech had the faintest hint of anger to it, but only just enough to give his words an edge. Will knew exactly why he was pissed and it was more than understandable.

The younger man allowed a smirk to creep onto his face before he faced Jack. He leaned back against the doors of the Captain’s quarters casually and returned, “Because I knew Elizabeth would take good care of it, so I told her it belonged to her.”

Jack’s lip twitched just slightly before his cheerful demeanor slid back into place. Speaking from experience, Will was well aware that the man was more dangerous when he was willing to smile at you. It meant the wheels were turning, and not in your favor. Jack sauntered towards him and slammed his hand on the door beside Will’s head, before informing him in a deadly quiet voice, “But it didn’t belong to that little tart, it belonged to me dear William.”

“We didn’t exactly discuss where it was going once everything was said and done,” Will commented, somehow managing to keep the smirk on his face. “By the way, how did you get on my ship?”

“It’s called a dingy, boy. Ye can row from one ship to another or from land to yer ship or from yer ship to the land. It has many uses. As far as climbing onto yer ship, it was hardly any trouble.”

Will fell silent, he hadn’t even noticed that the Pearl left the harbor, but a quick glance around showed that she had anchored nearby. He would definitely have to start paying better attention if he planned on being the great Captain everyone was expecting him to be.

Jack continued, “Now, how do ye plan on prying it away from the bonnie lass so that it might be given to me?”

“I do care for her Jack and she deserves to have some piece of me while I’m gone,” Will argued calmly. He didn’t regret his decision. Jack was right, it did belong to him, but the way Jack’s life ran, who knows where it would end up. More often than not, Jack was Captain of nothing and as soon as his crew took off with the Pearl again, what belonged to him would have been lost. Elizabeth would handle things a bit more carefully and find a good place to leave the chest.

“Then ye should have given her a leg, because yer heart was mine!” Jack snapped.

Some of Will’s crew stopped their work to stare at the man who would dare yell at their Captain. A rather large chap who used to have been more hammerhead shark than human dropped the line he was winding and started towards them. He was rolling up his sleeves in preparation to throw Jack overboard when Will shook his head slightly. The sailor got the nonverbal signal and reluctantly went back to work, but kept a sharp eye on what was going on.

“Just because I gave it to her doesn’t mean that she can ever see it,” Will said as he resumed the conversation, returning his eyes to Jack. He reached inside his shirt and pulled up the twin headed key that could only belong to one treasure chest. “This is yours.”

For a brief moment, Jack was stricken with silence. Twice, he moved his mouth as if to speak and found no words to say. The Captain reached up to take the offering with an unsure hand. “So this is for me then lad?”

“That’s right. She may have the physical object, Jack Sparrow, but you’re the only one that can touch it… you’re the only one that can even get to it,” Will murmured softly.

The Captain of the Black Pearl turned the piece of metal over on his palm. It was such a simple device to mean so much. “So the box itself may belong to her, but what’s inside is mine… interestin’ way ye chose to handle this William,” Jack said admiringly as he tied the leather strap around his neck. The key fell heavily against his chest, the weight and warmth a fine reminder of what Will had given up.

“If you’re appeased then, might I suggest that we move inside my quarters, and out of sight? My crew has been getting a little wound up with you yelling at me.”

The edge of Jack’s mouth curved into a delicious smile and he took another step forward, coming within a hair’s breadth of pressing their bodies together. “For that reason alone, dear William, or did ye have something else in mind,” he questioned slyly, knowing his lover better then one might give him credit for.

Will’s cocky smirk faded when he felt the other man’s body heat so close to his skin. His eyes fell nearly shut and he took a deep breath to steady himself. Instead of the calming air of the sea, he could smell only rum and spices, with a faint undertone of tobacco, a scent that was distinctly Jack. It helped nothing to settle him. A driving need began to twist his senses, a need that he was more than familiar with. It had been ruling his mind off and on since his first wildly passionate night with Jack, and he’d yet to be rid of it.

A soft moan escaped, unbidden, from between his lips, causing Sparrow’s well deserved smugness to increase ten-fold.

“Ah, so ye do have something else in mind. Well, I’m not sure I’ll be giving what you’re wanting because I didn’t receive the treasure that was rightfully mine, savvy?”

In his current state, Will had a hard time wrapping his head around Jack’s strange way with words, but the phrase involving ‘not giving’ came through clear enough. The younger man whined softly, “Jack, please… you keep track of things better when they’re easy to carry on your person…”

“Are ye accusing me off losing things, whelp?” Jack interjected.

This argument wasn’t going to go well if Will’s blood kept traveling southward, away from his brain. “Well, yes. You tend to lose anything bigger than your hat or gun… You even lose the Pearl more frequently than any man I’ve ever heard of.”

“Barbossa has lost her more than his share too,” the pirate grumped in a strangely child-like way. It earned him an exasperated look.

Jack was taking way too much enjoyment out of teasing poor Will, since the boy could hardly stay on his feet and was flushing from more than just the Caribbean heat. He truly wasn’t angry at William any longer, but it was so easy to keep him going. The key was a fine prize and he was more than content with it. When he decided Turner had had enough, he brought his hand to rest in the small of Will’s back so the young man didn’t tumble backwards when he opened the cabin door.

“Alright Will, I do lose plenty of riff-raff. Now, let’s get ye taken care of before ye do something you’ll regret on the deck of yer lovely new ship,” Jack said as he maneuvered Will backwards into the Captain’s quarters, shutting the door firmly behind him.

He paused briefly inside, examining the strangely large space. Despite the practical knowledge that there should be a bed in the cabin, Jack didn’t immediately recognize any surface as one for sleeping (or for other activities that one might require a bed for). The first time he’d been in the cabin, he’d been a bit preoccupied distracting a pair of rather slow guards that he was sure he’d seen before.

Will finally seemed to regain his footing and followed Jack’s gaze around the cabin. A good deal of the area was taken up by a large pipe organ, one that Will really preferred not to hear again any time soon. The haunting song of Davy Jones still rang clear in his mind from his few, fateful days aboard the Flying Dutchman.

“The only time I ever saw him sleeping, he was at the organ,” the younger man mentioned softly.

“Well, doesn’t that bugger… where in the hell are we supposed to…” Jack started to say, but was interrupted by a rather delectable pair of lips on his own. Finding a bed faded from his mind as he wound one arm around Will’s back and slid the other up to rest his hand at the base of his neck. Despite Jack having to teach the virgin everything he knew, the boy was a very good kisser.

Will stepped into Jack’s hold, pressing their bodies tight together, which was precisely what he’d wanted to do on the deck. Their mouths and tongues danced together like they were old lovers, while, in reality, they’d only been together for a few months… but Will wasn’t counting breaks. Without the expanses of time that they’d had to go their separate ways (which was far too long, by any lover’s standards), they’d been screwing each other for nearly a year.

However, they couldn’t truly be called ‘together’. Jack still did whatever the hell he pleased when he was in places like Tortuga on his own, just as Will still had a rendezvous or two with Elizabeth, but this is where they belonged. Will’s heart only ever beat faster when it was Jack who was kissing him, Jack who was whispering to him, Jack who was… but he couldn’t feel his heartbeat anymore.

Will broke away with the sudden realization and put his hand on his chest.

“What is it whelp?” Concern creased Jack’s brow as he brushed a hand through the younger man’s soft, curly hair.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to it, Jack. My pulse is usually racing when we do something like this, but I can’t feel anything,” Will muttered, rubbing the scar like it ached.

Jack considered William’s words. Davy had been privy to plenty of sensations, from anger, to fear (even if he didn’t show it), to sadness. If the previous Captain could feel such a variety of things, then there was no way that he was going to let Will despair over his missing heartbeat.

The pirate lord grabbed his lover’s wrist and tugged him over to the organ bench, forcing him to sit. Jack knelt between Will’s knees and placed an open-mouthed kiss on his chest. Fire raced across Will’s skin from the point of contact, a trembling aftershock following it. Sparrow pulled away and spread his fingers over the small patch of saliva he’d left. He trailed them down Will’s body, allowing his rings to bump teasingly over one dusky nipple before he tugged open the last few buttons on the blood-toned shirt the boy was wearing.

“Tell me, William, do ye still get… what do ye call them… ah, yes, do ye still get butterflies when I do this?” Jack questioned and ran his tongue up the young man’s exposed stomach.

A breathy ‘yes’ escaped Will’s partially open mouth.

“Good, and do ye still get lightheaded when I do this?” His mouth descended upon taut, dusky nub that he’d teased only moments before. William gasped and tangled his hands in Jack’s dark mane of dreadlocks as the pirate lightly bit down on the tender piece of skin.

Fighting through a wave a pleasure, Captain Turner managed a croaked, “Yes Jack!”

When he was satisfied with his work on the first nipple, Jack moved to its neglected partner and lavished the same attention upon it. By the time he was done, his lover was panting and mewling softly in his ear.

Jack’s voice dropped to the low rumble of distant thunder, “And do ye still forget yer name when I do this?” He slipped one nimble hand down the front of Will’s loosely laced breeches and palmed his swollen erection. The pirate let a gold tinged smile cross his face as Will lost any eloquence that he might have had in favor of moaning loudly. “See lad, there’s nothing wrong with ye. But, somewhere, Miss Swan is staring at that box of yers because that heart is makin’ quite a racket.”

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Somewhere, in Shipwreck cove, Elizabeth was eyeing the black treasure chest of William Turner with the green tint of jealousy. She set her jaw and crossed her slender arms over her chest. The man’s heart didn’t usually quicken in the heat of battle and she could only think of one other reason why William would be quite so worked up. No, she would not be cast off as easily as that.

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“Now, ye sit still for a minute lad, I’m gonna’ find us a place to do this,” Jack said as he disentangled himself from Will’s clingy grasp. The young Captain finally released the other man and leaned back heavily on the bench.

“Jack, why can’t we just… just, it would be easy enough to just… please…”

Jack chuckled and gently mocked the aroused youth as he searched, “Articulate, aren’t ye boy?”

“Shut up Sparrow,” Will groaned.

Tucked away in the edge of the cabin, around a rather massive column, was a divan that was sunken into the outer wall of the boat. There were intricate carvings of sea monsters and soulful faces framing the tiny bed, earning a raised eyebrow from Jack. “Ye really need to think about redecoratin’ this ship William, but, right now, may I suggest that ye get yer skinny arse in here?”

Will hopped to his feet and jogged around to join his lover, asking breathlessly, “You found a bed… well, not quite huh?”

Jack shrugged. “It’s not a king’s bed, but it’ll do,” he said casually and stripped off his jacket and shirt.

Will’s chocolate brown eyes drank in the sight of his companion’s bare back, roaming freely over his extensive tattoos. He ran two fingers down the line of his hip, just under his breeches to touch his own skin art. The decoration was his first tattoo, inspired by one Captain Jack Sparrow. It didn’t help that Will was hopelessly intoxicated when he’d gotten it, but he blamed it mostly on Jack, who really hadn’t been that drunk at all. While the memory was fuzzy, he did recall that it had been the other man’s idea.

When Will stopped reminiscing, he realized that his lover had stripped out of everything but his bandanna and was waiting with a quirked eyebrow.

“Yer wearin’ far too much, William,” Jack mentioned in a husky voice. The pirate was usually a patient man (or at least he could sometimes known as remotely patient), but the whelp was standing there with a bulge in his breeches, a completely clueless expression, and his shirt hanging loosely off of one shoulder. The overall look was not helping Jack’s ‘patience’.

Will shook his head lightly, releasing several curls from his hair tie, and started unlacing his pants. A pair of hands joined his own and soon had the rough material sliding down his legs.

Jack grinned as he revealed the very permanent mark he’d left on the younger man. Nestled between Will’s slender hip and the patch of dark, curly hair that started a few finger-spans below his belly button was an ink sparrow that echoed the design on Jack’s arm. It was the very semblance of the pirate’s possessive nature. What was claimed by Jack would always belong to Jack, and that definitely did not exclude other human beings. Although, William Turner was the first man he’d ever desired enough to mark.

The lad couldn’t help being hopelessly adorable and it was fortunate that he had similar desires. Not that Jack could ever allow the words to fall from his mouth, lest they be proved untrue or be seriously broken by some unfortunate event, but he felt that he loved the boy. They had plenty of differences, what with Will being a terribly honest and foolish individual and he being of the reckless, ruthless sort, so there should be no reason for any kind of wanton emotion to take up residence in Jack. But it was there, none the less.

The pirate lord unceremoniously pushed Will onto the small bed and knelt to pull off his companion’s boots. With the obstacle out of the way, he removed the whelp’s breeches then reached up to strip off his crimson shirt.

“There now, much better,” Jack purred, adoring the view of his exposed lover.

“She didn’t know what to think of it,” Will said softly.

“Hm? Think of what?”

“My tattoo… Elizabeth didn’t know what to think of it.”

With some aggravation, Jack dragged his eyes away from their pleasant exploration of Will’s body to look at the young man’s face. “I take it she saw it when you two were off having yer rendezvous on the beach?”

“You know she did Jack, I did ask your permission before I went ashore.”

“Aye, that ye did. It’s amazing how quickly ye figured out how to walk through ships.”

“It was the fastest way to come see you, and it helped that I’d seen Jones do it a time or two.”

Jack snorted. “Ye’ve lost track of why we’re here.”

“I have?”

The pirate’s hand traveled briskly up the pale skin of Will’s thigh, and he informed him, “I don’t want to talk about the tart, and I don’t want to talk about Jones… in fact, I don’t really want to talk at all, I want to remind ye of why ye came back to me night after night on the Pearl, savvy?”

Will closed his eyes, loving the heat that Jack’s touch inspired on his skin. “I want to be reminded,” the youth admitted with a tremor in his voice.

“Good,” Jack said and settled on the bed between Will’s legs.

The younger man shifted back to make room for his lover, bumping his head on the curved roof of the alcove. He rubbed the sore spot and shot a glare at the offending carving. The sea serpent glared back, unmoving in its mahogany sea. But, the blacksmith quickly forgot the transgression when Jack slid his adept tongue into his entrance.

Will’s head dropped back against the carving a second time as he moaned loudly. The slick muscle plunged deep into the young man’s body, working wonders against his sweet spot. Stars sparked behind his eyelids.

He hadn’t needed to be reminded of why he’d gone back to the pirate again and again, he knew. Jack planted his strong hands on the boy’s hips and pulled his tongue out to lave it across the entrance. His bead-encrusted beard brushed against Will’s hyper-sensitive skin, making the younger man squirm.

Jack replaced his tongue with two long fingers and twisted them so his knuckles brushed against the bundle of nerves he’d been assaulting with his mouth. Will bucked in his grasp, whining softly.

“I’m ready, Jack, stop fooling around.”

“Who’s fooling around? I’m tryin’ to keep ye from hurtin’ any when we get started, ye ungrateful whelp,” Jack teased and repositioned himself over his young lover. He worked up a good mouthful of saliva and spit into his hand, slicking his engorged cock thoroughly. It wasn’t optimum, but Jack didn’t have any oil with him for proper lubrication.

Will draped his legs over the other man’s heavily tattooed shoulders and steeled himself for the impending discomfort. Without warning, Jack pushed inside him. The abrupt invasion burned a bit more than usual, causing Will to grit his teeth and squeeze his eyes tightly shut.

Words were exhaled languidly into his ear, “Breathe William.”

The immortal Captain did as he was told, taking a sharp breath that filled his ignored lungs to the brim. He clutched helplessly at his lover’s back until the pain faded. Will heard, but ignored, Jack grumble at him, “Ye should have just let me finish gettin’ ye ready.”

“Are you going to move, Jack? Or do I have to do it for you,” Will gasped in the best mocking tone he could muster.

The pirate lord leaned away from Will, with his eyebrows knit in an expression of musing. “Tell me again why I like ye?”

“Jack…”

“No, really. Yer a meddling little bugger that never listens and…”

“JACK!”

“Hold on, I’m not done. Yer exceedingly stubborn and yer hard headed and not to mention yer unexplainable need to be the hero in any situation and…”

Will gave up on trying to get the man to quit talking and kissed him. The Captain’s quarters were pitched into a blissful silence that was very short-lived. Only a few moments later, a muffled groan pierced the quiet.

Jack didn’t break the kiss as he began thrusting slowly into William’s tight body. His tongue explored the hot grotto of his lover’s mouth, while elsewhere he ventured into a much more intimate cavern. One could always find the greatest treasure in caves. Jack gently sucked on Will’s lower lip before allowing the lad to breathe.

While the Captain of the Dutchman panted for lost air, Jack busied himself with his exposed neck and shapely collar bone. Both were very good subjects on which to leave temporary marks of ownership. No matter who else touched the young man, he would always belong to Jack and they both knew it.

Desire getting the best of him, Sparrow picked up the pace. Rational thought fled from their minds as they let instinct and primal urge take control. Will pushed back against Jack’s driving thrusts, taking the pirate as deep as he could. Together, they fell into the abyss of torturous satisfaction, riding on waves of bliss with every stroke. It was a carnal pleasure that had been known to the likes of mankind since the beginning of time. It was something that most men would do anything to experience on a regular basis.

The finale built slowly in their sweat slicked bodies, release swimming leisurely into their grasp. Jack reached to roughly tug the leather tie-back out of Will’s hair, freeing the silky strands to meander through the pirate’s fingers. He bit down on the shell of his lover’s ear and licked it apologetically when the boy whimpered. Will was too far gone to actually feel the nip and was just voicing the lack of attention his erection was receiving.

“Not yet,” Jack panted. Whether the words were directed at Will or spoken more for general consumption could not be deciphered, but the younger pirate tried to follow instruction.

Captain Turner was so close he was trembling. He scraped his unkempt nails down Sparrow’s back, leaving angry red welts in his wake. When Jack’s mouth descended once more upon his throat, Will wrapped his hand into his dreadlocks and moaned, “Please.”

“Not yet,” Jack muttered again.

The pace became erratic, lost to their need. The pirate lord pushed firmly against what was coming, hoping to delay it at least remotely, but failing. He locked mouths with his companion as the end approached. It was only moments before the building heat and pleasure was released in a blinding explosion. Will came first, his lover’s name on his lips, spilling his passion across his stomach and Jack’s hand. His muscles trembled and tightened around his lover, dragging the older man over the edge with him.

When the white faded and reality slowly settled down around them, Jack and Will collapsed in a panting heap. The pirate lord found only enough energy to slide out of young Turner and roll to the side. Will twisted the handful of hair he still had, giving Jack an innocent smirk when the pirate shot an obsidian glare at him.

“What’s the plan,” William asked lazily, running a thumb over Jack’s cheek.

Sparrow turned and sucked the digit into his mouth. He hummed softly before releasing it, running his tongue over the rough pad. “Well, I was thinkin’ that I’d stop in Tortuga for supplies and then head after the fount’n.”

“You have to make me one promise before you go.”

“What is it, William?”

The younger man dragged him up into a fierce kiss. When he pulled away, he whispered mere inches from his mouth, “That these will always belong to me, no matter how many wenches you bed.”

Jack raised an eyebrow, replying, “Ye don’t want me to kiss anyone else?”

Will nodded.

“Possessive, aren’t ye whelp?”

“Oh, like you’re one to talk!”

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TBC… yes, I know they’ve screwed already, but there is more… Lots more…