Mirror Mirror On The Wall
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,322
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0
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Currently Reading:
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Mirror Mirror On The Wall
A/N: 500 words for the prompt 'Reprobate' at the LiveJournal community jackwill . A prologue, if you will, for more to come.
Massive thanks to mamazano for giving it a look.
Feedback, as always, would be greatly appreciated :)
Discovery
Wide awake, bare back pressed against the wall right next to the door he’d just closed with all haste, Will tried to breath as noiselessly as he could, clutching to his plunder with his heart in his throat, eyes widened in a swirling mix of excited disbelief and suddenly roiling arousal.
Closing his eyes only led to the scene to reemerge before his eyes in all detail, as if it had been singed into his mind forever.
Failing to assuage the trail his thoughts had taken, as it was inexorably veered towards his own tendencies, Will let out a shuddering gasp, adjusted himself, only to discover that he was too hard to move without discomfort. Clasping onto the one part of his newly-discovered possibilities, unpleasantries which Will determinately focused on to dull the effect: How he’d gotten there.
Wandering in the corridor of a whorehouse in the middle of the night always came with the chance of something that was considered inappropriate in the polite society would be encountered. Happenstances, such as scantily clad ladies storming out of the various rooms, giggling with a wink and an amorous smile, most often a patron in their wake, fired up by the chase.
Things Will had gotten accustomed to, over time, and with a little help from Jack.
Nothing had prepared Will for waking up with his throat parched, and his innocent accident, upon retrieving a jug and a mug in search for fresh water, leading him to a very, very wrong room indeed. A room with a large mirror standing next to the bed, in front of which there were intimate acts performed with the wildest abandon.
No. It didn’t really work. Will gave a long-suffering glance down at himself and swallowed hard, then pinched the root of his cock with an anticipatory grimace in hopes that it would diminish the throbbing pressure, but he only managed to return to his initial revelation - He wanted that. He wanted that so much that all feelings of unspeakable wretchedness that he recognized, lost their meaning in relief to wanting exactly that. No manner of reprobation seemed to dull the extraordinary yearn to be fucked like that - He could see Jack’s face like he’ never seen before, like the woman had been watching her temporary lover.
His pulse still drumming fast in his chest like a small bird flapping its wings in search for a way out, Will forced himself to take a sobering breath, and flung his eyes open.
Pushing himself away from the wall, the delighted groans and moans of the pair in the room surging through the door only adding to Will’s current troubles, as he awkwardly headed back to their own room, his thirst forgotten now that his mouth was watering with the prospect for having a whole another craving catered.
He needed Jack. Burned for him, Jack’s cock deep inside him, the slow, rewarding movement and his kisses, bites.
And a mirror from which to see it all happen
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TBC
Massive thanks to mamazano for giving it a look.
Feedback, as always, would be greatly appreciated :)
Discovery
Wide awake, bare back pressed against the wall right next to the door he’d just closed with all haste, Will tried to breath as noiselessly as he could, clutching to his plunder with his heart in his throat, eyes widened in a swirling mix of excited disbelief and suddenly roiling arousal.
Closing his eyes only led to the scene to reemerge before his eyes in all detail, as if it had been singed into his mind forever.
Failing to assuage the trail his thoughts had taken, as it was inexorably veered towards his own tendencies, Will let out a shuddering gasp, adjusted himself, only to discover that he was too hard to move without discomfort. Clasping onto the one part of his newly-discovered possibilities, unpleasantries which Will determinately focused on to dull the effect: How he’d gotten there.
Wandering in the corridor of a whorehouse in the middle of the night always came with the chance of something that was considered inappropriate in the polite society would be encountered. Happenstances, such as scantily clad ladies storming out of the various rooms, giggling with a wink and an amorous smile, most often a patron in their wake, fired up by the chase.
Things Will had gotten accustomed to, over time, and with a little help from Jack.
Nothing had prepared Will for waking up with his throat parched, and his innocent accident, upon retrieving a jug and a mug in search for fresh water, leading him to a very, very wrong room indeed. A room with a large mirror standing next to the bed, in front of which there were intimate acts performed with the wildest abandon.
No. It didn’t really work. Will gave a long-suffering glance down at himself and swallowed hard, then pinched the root of his cock with an anticipatory grimace in hopes that it would diminish the throbbing pressure, but he only managed to return to his initial revelation - He wanted that. He wanted that so much that all feelings of unspeakable wretchedness that he recognized, lost their meaning in relief to wanting exactly that. No manner of reprobation seemed to dull the extraordinary yearn to be fucked like that - He could see Jack’s face like he’ never seen before, like the woman had been watching her temporary lover.
His pulse still drumming fast in his chest like a small bird flapping its wings in search for a way out, Will forced himself to take a sobering breath, and flung his eyes open.
Pushing himself away from the wall, the delighted groans and moans of the pair in the room surging through the door only adding to Will’s current troubles, as he awkwardly headed back to their own room, his thirst forgotten now that his mouth was watering with the prospect for having a whole another craving catered.
He needed Jack. Burned for him, Jack’s cock deep inside him, the slow, rewarding movement and his kisses, bites.
And a mirror from which to see it all happen
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TBC