Tar And Ember
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,246
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“You’re evil.”
The mumbled statement came from somewhere under the pillow Jack had shielded himself with from the terrible Sunday morning beastie.
Chuckling, leaning to his elbow while languishing on top of Jack, Will continued to tickle Jack’s ear with the tress of his hair. “It’s hair, not a tentacle.”
Jack peeked cautiously at Will, then melted into a drowsily lewd grin while turning to his side, sneaking his arm around Will‘s back, “That’s what I was afraid of. And it’s evil hair.”
“No,” Will stood his ground, underlining his words with sweeping the curl along the bridge of Jack’s nose, the following wrinkling of it splaying warmth in Will’s chest. “It’s only the most efficient way to make you talk in your sleep, especially when you’re having that dream.”
“Oh,” intrigued, Jack propped himself up, mirroring Will, while kicking away covers and entangling their legs further, so that there would be no escape. “And you wish to hear such things because…?”
Abandoning the tickling device, Will ran a hand along Jack’s hip, slipping his fingers under the waistband of Jack’s pajama pants, then gave a lopsided shrug together with a contemplative suck of his lower lip. “Perhaps I like knowing about your dreams?”
“Is that so?” Jack sought his hand to Will’s arm, the innocent touch alone making his fingers tingle, and wriggled himself closer, ending up just a kiss away from his lips.
“Perhaps,” Will’s fingers traveled further under the cloth to rest his palm on Jack’s buttock, nothing more. “I like what knowing about your dreams does to me.”
“Really,” after pressing his lips briefly to Will’s, Jack leaned back to fully enjoy the age-old burn of the embers some benevolent god had seen fit to embed as Will’s eyes. “So this ain’t just an elaborate scheme to postpone the gruesome tasks awaiting you in the kitchen, then?”
Will bent to press his nose to Jack‘s neck, deftly disarming the man of any, unlikely, objections, and pushed Jack onto his back, “Does it matter?”
Sighing with the pleasure of Will’s weight on him, of his whisper, and the brush of Will’s arousal aligning with his own rapidly overwhelming his train of thought, Jack wrapped his arms around Will and made a trail of tiny licks leading to Will’s ear; “Remind me.” A sharp gasp and an instinctive, demanding nudge of hips gained as a reply to the gravel voice, Jack hummed contentedly as Will buried his head to Jack’s hair, waiting impatiently for the next rush of sensations.
“Where was I, before I was so evilly awakened?”
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“You’re evil.”
The mumbled statement came from somewhere under the pillow Jack had shielded himself with from the terrible Sunday morning beastie.
Chuckling, leaning to his elbow while languishing on top of Jack, Will continued to tickle Jack’s ear with the tress of his hair. “It’s hair, not a tentacle.”
Jack peeked cautiously at Will, then melted into a drowsily lewd grin while turning to his side, sneaking his arm around Will‘s back, “That’s what I was afraid of. And it’s evil hair.”
“No,” Will stood his ground, underlining his words with sweeping the curl along the bridge of Jack’s nose, the following wrinkling of it splaying warmth in Will’s chest. “It’s only the most efficient way to make you talk in your sleep, especially when you’re having that dream.”
“Oh,” intrigued, Jack propped himself up, mirroring Will, while kicking away covers and entangling their legs further, so that there would be no escape. “And you wish to hear such things because…?”
Abandoning the tickling device, Will ran a hand along Jack’s hip, slipping his fingers under the waistband of Jack’s pajama pants, then gave a lopsided shrug together with a contemplative suck of his lower lip. “Perhaps I like knowing about your dreams?”
“Is that so?” Jack sought his hand to Will’s arm, the innocent touch alone making his fingers tingle, and wriggled himself closer, ending up just a kiss away from his lips.
“Perhaps,” Will’s fingers traveled further under the cloth to rest his palm on Jack’s buttock, nothing more. “I like what knowing about your dreams does to me.”
“Really,” after pressing his lips briefly to Will’s, Jack leaned back to fully enjoy the age-old burn of the embers some benevolent god had seen fit to embed as Will’s eyes. “So this ain’t just an elaborate scheme to postpone the gruesome tasks awaiting you in the kitchen, then?”
Will bent to press his nose to Jack‘s neck, deftly disarming the man of any, unlikely, objections, and pushed Jack onto his back, “Does it matter?”
Sighing with the pleasure of Will’s weight on him, of his whisper, and the brush of Will’s arousal aligning with his own rapidly overwhelming his train of thought, Jack wrapped his arms around Will and made a trail of tiny licks leading to Will’s ear; “Remind me.” A sharp gasp and an instinctive, demanding nudge of hips gained as a reply to the gravel voice, Jack hummed contentedly as Will buried his head to Jack’s hair, waiting impatiently for the next rush of sensations.
“Where was I, before I was so evilly awakened?”
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