Certainly Unexpected

A/N: Okay, I kiiiinda hate myself right now for writing this, but I feel I must post it to stop the bags of flaming dog poo that keep appearing on my porch. As with before, more in depth author notes are in among the review responses.


“I’m sorry,” Will said, cheeks burning.

Jack sat up, moved to stand, and Will instantly panicked. He had done something unforgivable and Jack was disgusted, or thought him and unsatisfying lover, and would never touch him again…

“Jack, I—“

“No need to apologize, lad,” Jack said lightly, swiftly shucking his coat and moving to unfasten belts. “You are young, and I am… /persuasive/. Be having fun again in no time. This part is very important the second time around is all.”

Will watched Jack deftly remove his own clothing. Oh. Well. If that was the case…

He sat up hastily and swept his own shirt over his head. Jack’s hands pausn ren removing his sash, their owner transfixed by the sight. Will blushed further under the gaze, suddenly self-conscious. He knew he was still pale from spending his days in the smithy, unlike Jack, so beautifully bronzed by the sun. He did have fair muscles, but he didn’t believe he was anything to look at.

Jack forgot himself for a moment when that beautiful torso was revealed. Lean, sculpted muscle, fair skin practically glowing in the morning light. Will looked at him coyly, eyes half-lidded, then looked away, pink rising in cheeks and lips. The thought that Will was innocent, untouched by another man, thrilled some wicked part of Jack—not that any part of him /wasn’t/ wicked—and he wanted to devour that newly exposed skin, feast on pink nipples, trace those hard contours with his tongue. He did not pounce the boy, though, for fear of frightening him. And because he wasn’t fully undressed yet. Mostly because he wasn’t fully undressed yet.

He fumbled again with his sash, normally graceful hands clumsy with haste. Vest and shirt were made short work of, thrown carelessly somewhere with the hope that they wouldn’t be needed for days to come.

For a moment Wilttlettle conflicting instincts—to look away from the downright /lewd/ spectacle of a man clothed only in trousers, or to enjoy the incredibly provocative view. Sheer curiosity trumped all, though when Will realized… the beautiful tan flesh was marred by countless scars. Some were old, fully healed and fading, some so new they still had a shiny pink tint to them. Will had known a pirate’s life was dangerous, but here was the proof before him that Jack was, many times over, incredibly lucky to be alive.

Jack shifted slightly and said, “S’not polite to gawk.”

Will felt a wave of possessive anger in response to Jack’s discomfort. How dare anyone hurt Jack? Will wanted to avenge every mark of Jack’s body, return the pain tenfold.

He stood suddenly, facing Jack, and demanded, “Who hurt you?”

Jack shrugged impassively, said, “Who didn’t,” and flashed a brief, meaningless smile. Then his manner changed and he was his normal scheming self again. “No worries, though, I’m still alive and functioning, eh? And, as much as I do adore this attention, William, I’d rather prefer other manner of attentions at this time, savvy?”

Before Will could respond Jack clasped him around the waist, bringing their naked chests together for the first time. It was such a shock, bare skin against bare skin, so much more intimate than normal touching. Will caught his breath and hugged Jack closer, reveling in the feel of their slick bodies against each other. Jack chuckled lowly and pulled Will in for another searing kiss. Will felt bold enough to venture into Jack’s mouth, tasting his unique flavor, reminiscent of the drinks the man favored, but surely more alcoholic than any drink. Tongues battles for dominance, writhing slick against each other. When Jack sucked firmly on Will’s tongue Will was nearly undone again. He could imagine so vividly her nearly felt it, Jack taking in other parts of him, giving it the same lavish suction The thought made him moan desperately, then pull away a moment later, terribly embarrassed by his own thoughts.

Jack wasn’t completely disappointed when Will pulled away, because it gave him a clear view of the boy looking thoroughly kiss, all creamy and pink in all the right pl. Di. Did Will know how adorable he looked when flustered? That half-lidded eyes and blushing cheeks were more enticing an expression than any whore ever wore? That it made him want to knock Will to the ground right then and take him savagely, without finesse or pleasantries, until both were too exhausted to move?

No. Most likely not.

“William,” Jack said as seriously as he could in the face of such a delectable banquet. Best not to lose control and scare him away before the feast began. “I’m going to need you to do something for me. It may be quite difficult for you, but it /is/ imperative to these proceedings.” Jack began snaking a hand between their bodies as he spoke, trying not to get side-tracked caressing sinfully hard, sweat-slicked muscles on his way to his goal. There would be plenty of time for more explorations later, Lady Luck willing, and she was certainly favoring him lately. He found his target, the lace of Will’s trousers, and idly began caressing the skin just above it. Will’s breath caught and his eyes darkened beautifully. “I’m going to need you to, for just a moment, if you would… not be a prude.”

Will nearly missed the request, distracted as he was by lithe fingertips trailing over parts he had never considered would be touched. So light, just barely brushing skin, disturbing the fine hair that grew there and making all the other hairs on Will’s body stand on end. He knew what Jack wanted, and the thought of it both terrified and tantalized him. Staring into those lovely earnest eyes while fingers wove pure magic into his skin, the panic was far less than the pleasure.

“I’m not a prude,” he said as defiantly as he could.

Nonetheless, when he felt able fingers untying his trousers, panic overtook him. “Jack,” he said urgently, but was drown out a moment later by his own desperate moan. Jack had taken his length in hand at once and was stroking lightly, slick from Will’s earlier release. Rough, strong hands were infinitely gentle around him, more petting than stroking, but it stole Will’s breath and his thoughts, leaving him with nothing but Jack’s slick hand stroking along his length.

The long, desperate groan was music to Jack’s ears. He didn’t think he would ever tire of hearing that lovely sound, or seeing the lovely sight of William Turner, eyes closed blissfully and head thrown back, exposing a perfect neck. Too tempting to resist, Jack nipped at the adam’s apple and licked a long line up the length of the neck, enticing a sound quite like a whimper to vibrate under his tongue, and the cock in his hand to twitch as if demanding the same attention. The boy, Jack knew, was prepprepared for those particular activities, though. Yet. However, he was sure Will could be persuaded into some fun that would be… mutually pleasurable. While his mouth and hand were preoccupied with their tasks, Jack began to loose his own trousers.

Will was so taken up by the incredible sensations at his groin and neck, he hardly noticed anything odd at first. Then something nudged against his cock, smoother and warmer than the hand still stroking him. He ventured a glance down to see the incredibly erotic sight of his cock pressed against Jack’s in the tight circle of Jack’s fist, and he only got the briefest glimpse of it, because he was busy throwing his head back and yelling, “oh, god!”

Nothing has ever felt this good. No fantasy compared to the pure, liquid pleasure coursing though him, the thought that it was /Jack/ pressed against him, and that he should feel ashamed, but how could anything this perfect be bad? Jack’s free hand caught one of Will’s and brought it to their aligned cocks, guided it to join the pulsing rhythm, their fists entangle, working as one around their cocks.

Jack pulled him in for another earth-shattering kiss that seemed to make Will’s entire body seem to vibrate with the intensity of it. It seemed to begin at his feet and spiraled upward, beautiful tight tingling, all the way up to his head, crescendoing, until it broke with waves after wave of pulsing pleasure. He shouted raggedly in Jack’s mouth, and the sound was returned a moment late as more fluid spilled over their joined hands.

They both collapsed, knees suddenly too weak to hold them upright. They lay tangled together there, catching their breath and coming back to themselves. Will struggled to remember who he was. Some part of him—a small par that seemed so far away now—felt he should feel more ashamed of what he had just done. Butelineling warm and content, utterly exhausted, limbs tangled hopelessly with Jack’s, he couldn’t bring himself to. He felt marvelous. When he ventured to open his eyes, the sight that greeted him made his heart clench pleasantly. Jack’s face, so close to his, looking completely content. His eyes were closed, breathing shallow, a lazy smile of beautiful lips. Will couldn’t resist leaning forward fractionally to meet them again, an innocent and languid kiss.

Jack’s eyes snapped over.

He blinked.

He grinned wickedly, rolled on top of Will, and ravaged his mouth, possessive and carnal and raw, leaving Will once again out of breath and quivering with renewed want. When he was finally let up for air Jack sat up again, making himself comfortable straddling Will’s stomach. Slowly, to be sure that Will was watching, Jack licked up the side of his own arm, catching the splashes of their combined release. He moved up, lapped at the sticky palm with relish. Will watched this, unsure whether he should be repulsed or aroused. A long finger was sucked into that mouth and slowly pulled out, clean and glistening.

Aroused. Definitely aroused.

When all the digits were thoroughly cleaned, Jack leaned back down again and kissed Will, giving him condcond-hand taste of their fluid. It was salty and slightly bitter, and Will surprised himself by delving further into Jack’s mouth for more of a taste. When he was sure every part of Jack’sth wth was clear of it, they broke apart. Well-kissed and satisfied was clearly a marvelous look on the pirate.

Jack sat up suddenly, looking about.

“Ready to make way, then?”