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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
2,439
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 16: Acta Deos Numquam Mortalia Fallunt
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Chapter 16: Acta Deos Numquam Mortalia Fallunt
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It was in the small hours when Jack and Will had finally finished both the wine and the miraculous tale of one Joshamee Gibbs and his narrow escape from death’s tight grip, how Jack’s cousin had fooled Thanatos with a simple parlor trick; planting a hook, courtesy of Jack, to Gibbs’ collar while ‘blessing’ his path to the other side.
They’d climbed back to their room, and promptly laid down to sleep with little more to say for the night than their good wishes. Sleeping, as in one of them breathing peacefully with his brand new heartbeat, and the other laying awake listening to it, imagining to hear the beat in his ears as he’d done before.
The wine had gotten Jack restless rather than appeased his nerves. There were too many undisclosed issues flying about for his mind to put them all aside, and the form under the sheets on the other cot seemed to bring some of them into sharp relief.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Jack tried to banish the memory of a very drunken Will pressing against him heavily, tried to ignore the tingle on his palms as the recollection inescapably delivered the feel of Will under them, fresh anew, and too much to pass up.
Heat began to rise inside Jack, his forehead breaking into a sheen of sweat as he turned to his side, staring into the dimly lit room, letting himself go and allow his thoughts to take him wherever they may.
Kicking his sheets aside, Jack tucked a hand under his pillow and once again measured each inch of Will, charting the handsome face tight in his memory.
The way his hair landed in the crook of his neck, how the shoulder rose evenly with each breath, the dip of the sheet where Will’ waist met his hip, along a thigh, all the way onto his bent knee, down the other leg, until Jack found Will’s toes peeking under the covers.
His travel back took longer, as he had to pause to close his eyes to calm his breathing from getting too heavy. The higher he got, the harder he was. At the sight of Will’s chest right beneath his chin, the temptation grew too much to ignore any longer.
In all quietness, Jack twisted himself to lay half on his back, his gaze keen on the slumbering form as he eased his fingers under the lacing of his breeches, meeting hot, eager skin.
The art of doing this with as little motion as possible was something Jack had mastered at an early age, the grip he got on the base of his cock a familiar feeling, two fingers wrapping around, the quick, miniscule movements indecipherable had someone happened to walk in on him so discreet, and God, so good.
His mouth open to breath soundlessly, Jack focused on Will’s lips, mind conjuring up images of him kissing them, gently, rougher, the taste of Will so close he could almost sense it… Jack closed his eyes again, taking a long breath to smell the mixed scents in the room, discerning Will’s from the bouquet, slowing his hand, pacing slow, his heart pounding in his chest as if to break free, and the ache around it almost as powerful as the lust coursing in his veins.
Daring longer strokes, Will’s lips now released and Jack’s exploring the side of his neck, licking the sweat on his skin, drinking in the scent, the relayed weight of the man on Jack again, pressing him over, the responding hardness of Will the indisputable evidence of his reciprocated feelings, God, the sensation of Will’s hands all over Jack, needy, wanting, loving…
The swirling fantasy carried Jack into another world. Here, he traveled his way following the maps he’d drawn, kissing the side of the smile curving on Will’s face as Jack tangled his fingers into his hair, strong arms holding Will a hair’s breadth away from touching, so close, so close, closer…
“Jack.”
“Will!”
Too far gone, too close to the brink of relief, too eager to find his pleasure from his own hand, too lively the fantasy, the sudden incentive of a beloved, forbidden voice struck a lightning through Jack, his back arching beyond his control as he spilled his seed onto his hand helplessly, his name being uttered all over again in the echo in his head, Jesus fucking Christ, Will…
Caught.
The waves of Jack's solitary passion still reverberated faintly as he repeatedly swallowed hard, pressing his eyes closed, waiting for the Judgment Day to erupt and take him away.
It didn’t come. The Earth didn’t open and ravenous, roaring leos jump to his defenseless throat, nor did the Angel of Death say a word.
Maybe that was even worse.
Carefully, bracing himself to meet the accusing eyes, preparing to be overthrown with shame, yet refusing to let go of his dreams, Jack screwed an eye open a fraction.
Jack opened his other eye to confirm that what he was seeing wasn’t distorted somehow, thus making him believe that Will was staring at him with gentle eyes twinkling mischievously, Jack could vouch, in the shadows, a smile tugging at his mouth, and good Lord Almighty, giving him a wink, before turning to his other side.
After what Jack figured was quite enough of silence, he cleared his throat to say something, but the words got stuck somewhere along the line. Maybe he didn’t have to say anything. He did feel remarkably peaceful, considering…
He brushed his damp hand to the sheets and turned to his side to see Will’s back.
“Will, I-”
“I know.”
“I mean, I didn’t mean to-”
Will sighed, only slightly peeved. “I know. I don‘t mind. Go to sleep, Jack, should come easier now.”
Jack could swear Will was grinning madly. “Right…” Right he was. “Good night, then.”
“Night.”
Although neither of the men slept a blink for the rest of the night, they rose refreshed, almost changed men, the dead of night the only witness to both their racing thoughts, as well as to their new questions.
Not, by any means, to mention their fond smiles.
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A/N: Thank you Neith for your kindness and for your interest in the story. It does mean the world to us.
As for the speed we've been posting, well, we happened to have 17 chapters written, after which we will withdraw to our dusty writing chambers for a short while, which unfortunately means a brief hiatus in posting. But the story will continue shortly, that is for certain :)
- dd & mz
Chapter 16: Acta Deos Numquam Mortalia Fallunt
****
It was in the small hours when Jack and Will had finally finished both the wine and the miraculous tale of one Joshamee Gibbs and his narrow escape from death’s tight grip, how Jack’s cousin had fooled Thanatos with a simple parlor trick; planting a hook, courtesy of Jack, to Gibbs’ collar while ‘blessing’ his path to the other side.
They’d climbed back to their room, and promptly laid down to sleep with little more to say for the night than their good wishes. Sleeping, as in one of them breathing peacefully with his brand new heartbeat, and the other laying awake listening to it, imagining to hear the beat in his ears as he’d done before.
The wine had gotten Jack restless rather than appeased his nerves. There were too many undisclosed issues flying about for his mind to put them all aside, and the form under the sheets on the other cot seemed to bring some of them into sharp relief.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Jack tried to banish the memory of a very drunken Will pressing against him heavily, tried to ignore the tingle on his palms as the recollection inescapably delivered the feel of Will under them, fresh anew, and too much to pass up.
Heat began to rise inside Jack, his forehead breaking into a sheen of sweat as he turned to his side, staring into the dimly lit room, letting himself go and allow his thoughts to take him wherever they may.
Kicking his sheets aside, Jack tucked a hand under his pillow and once again measured each inch of Will, charting the handsome face tight in his memory.
The way his hair landed in the crook of his neck, how the shoulder rose evenly with each breath, the dip of the sheet where Will’ waist met his hip, along a thigh, all the way onto his bent knee, down the other leg, until Jack found Will’s toes peeking under the covers.
His travel back took longer, as he had to pause to close his eyes to calm his breathing from getting too heavy. The higher he got, the harder he was. At the sight of Will’s chest right beneath his chin, the temptation grew too much to ignore any longer.
In all quietness, Jack twisted himself to lay half on his back, his gaze keen on the slumbering form as he eased his fingers under the lacing of his breeches, meeting hot, eager skin.
The art of doing this with as little motion as possible was something Jack had mastered at an early age, the grip he got on the base of his cock a familiar feeling, two fingers wrapping around, the quick, miniscule movements indecipherable had someone happened to walk in on him so discreet, and God, so good.
His mouth open to breath soundlessly, Jack focused on Will’s lips, mind conjuring up images of him kissing them, gently, rougher, the taste of Will so close he could almost sense it… Jack closed his eyes again, taking a long breath to smell the mixed scents in the room, discerning Will’s from the bouquet, slowing his hand, pacing slow, his heart pounding in his chest as if to break free, and the ache around it almost as powerful as the lust coursing in his veins.
Daring longer strokes, Will’s lips now released and Jack’s exploring the side of his neck, licking the sweat on his skin, drinking in the scent, the relayed weight of the man on Jack again, pressing him over, the responding hardness of Will the indisputable evidence of his reciprocated feelings, God, the sensation of Will’s hands all over Jack, needy, wanting, loving…
The swirling fantasy carried Jack into another world. Here, he traveled his way following the maps he’d drawn, kissing the side of the smile curving on Will’s face as Jack tangled his fingers into his hair, strong arms holding Will a hair’s breadth away from touching, so close, so close, closer…
“Jack.”
“Will!”
Too far gone, too close to the brink of relief, too eager to find his pleasure from his own hand, too lively the fantasy, the sudden incentive of a beloved, forbidden voice struck a lightning through Jack, his back arching beyond his control as he spilled his seed onto his hand helplessly, his name being uttered all over again in the echo in his head, Jesus fucking Christ, Will…
Caught.
The waves of Jack's solitary passion still reverberated faintly as he repeatedly swallowed hard, pressing his eyes closed, waiting for the Judgment Day to erupt and take him away.
It didn’t come. The Earth didn’t open and ravenous, roaring leos jump to his defenseless throat, nor did the Angel of Death say a word.
Maybe that was even worse.
Carefully, bracing himself to meet the accusing eyes, preparing to be overthrown with shame, yet refusing to let go of his dreams, Jack screwed an eye open a fraction.
Jack opened his other eye to confirm that what he was seeing wasn’t distorted somehow, thus making him believe that Will was staring at him with gentle eyes twinkling mischievously, Jack could vouch, in the shadows, a smile tugging at his mouth, and good Lord Almighty, giving him a wink, before turning to his other side.
After what Jack figured was quite enough of silence, he cleared his throat to say something, but the words got stuck somewhere along the line. Maybe he didn’t have to say anything. He did feel remarkably peaceful, considering…
He brushed his damp hand to the sheets and turned to his side to see Will’s back.
“Will, I-”
“I know.”
“I mean, I didn’t mean to-”
Will sighed, only slightly peeved. “I know. I don‘t mind. Go to sleep, Jack, should come easier now.”
Jack could swear Will was grinning madly. “Right…” Right he was. “Good night, then.”
“Night.”
Although neither of the men slept a blink for the rest of the night, they rose refreshed, almost changed men, the dead of night the only witness to both their racing thoughts, as well as to their new questions.
Not, by any means, to mention their fond smiles.
****
A/N: Thank you Neith for your kindness and for your interest in the story. It does mean the world to us.
As for the speed we've been posting, well, we happened to have 17 chapters written, after which we will withdraw to our dusty writing chambers for a short while, which unfortunately means a brief hiatus in posting. But the story will continue shortly, that is for certain :)
- dd & mz