Give Nothing Back
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,345
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Two
Disclaimer: I am but a humble English major, attempting to create something worth reading. Am also hg thg that thrashrase "Would you like fries with that?" will never enter my post-collegiate repertoire. Yeah. Anyway, don't sue me, cause I'm quite poor. Thanks. =) Also, sorry it took so long to get Chapter Two out. I'm so very slow when it comes to these things...must work on that!
Rating: R, but most likely will become NC-17 in later chapters
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"Well, now." Jack finally spoke, tracing a lone finger down Will's chest where his loose-fitting shirt gave opening. He looked up atl, al, at the long-missing-but-now-since-returned spark in the lad's dark eyes, and finding his voice once more, Jack let but two little words, covered in lust, escape from the deepest part of his throat.
"That's interesting."
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The ever-rising heat was thickening the air, closing off what little breath Will Turner had left in his lungs. His eyes glanced quickly behind him, catching sight of the ocean’s churning waves. This only served to remind Will of similar motions currently being produced by his stomach. He turned to face Jack, doing his best to display no outward signs of alarm at the look of pure animal hunger sealed within the captain’s eyes.
“Jack?” Will’s voice found its way out of his throat, in the form of an underdeveloped squeak. “Jack, hadn’t you better return to steering the ship? Otherwise we might run off course and miss Tortuga altogether.”
“Nonsense, lad. This ship will get us exactly where we need to go. She’s good for this sort of thing, trust me.”
“But how can you—“
“Curves, love. I know my ways ‘round them.” Jack reached out, swiftly tracing a line with the palm of his hand from Will’s hip up to his right cheekbone. Gently seizing the lad’s chin, he turned Will’s face to meet his own. “All of them.”
Fobriebrief moment, the world stopped for Will Turner. There was only the ship, the sea, and the Captain. He felt the rocking beneath his feet, not just the movement of the ship, but the sea Herself, desperately attempting to awaken Will from his heterosexual slumber. He thought of Elizabeth, of the agony she bore when wearing her corsets, and the many ways he might relieve her of said agony. But soon, Will’s mind wandered to the blacksmith’s shop; the smell of flame and iron, the dusty floor, and the wooden beams on the ceiling, obscuring the sunlight, sending it in all directions. And Will then thought of Jack, of the first time he’d ever laid eyes on the Captain, in the dark and din of the shop. Will remembered the immediate surprise of discovering an intruder, a pirate, in the shop; and at the same time, unashamedly drinking in the visage of the Captain. He is a vision, Will remembered thinking. A vision of sweat, and dirt—and beauty.
There it was. Will did not want to believe it. The thought pressed itself against every side of his mind, refusing to be ed. ed. In the eyes of William Turner, Jack Sparrow was beautiful.
Will’s attention snapped back to the present at the sight of the leering captain before him. He realized then that it was too much, too naked, too honest a moment for him to bear.
“I can’t—“ Will struggled to release the words from his throat. His chest heaved rapidly, spilling open the neckline of his weatherworn shirt.
“Can’t what, lad?” Jack finally spoke, gently caressing Will’s cheek. Will’s eyes widened further still, and he recoiled at the gesture.
“Jack, you must stop touching me. This isn’t right.” The blacksmith’s voice grew stronger, and he pulled away from Jack’s touch, turning to the left and rushing quickly past him on the deck.
“Stop right there, Mr. Turner!” Jack exclaimed, whipping round to face the boy, the grains of sand on the bottom of his boots scraping sharply as he turned. “You would be so unkind as to leave our business unfinished?”
“We have no business. I love Elizabeth. There is nothing else,” Will countered, his courage renewed.
“I think,” said Jack, moving two steps closer to Will, who then moved two stepck, ck, “that you are mistaken.”
Will stared at the Captain, doing his best to be intimidating. “I’m warning you, Jack. If you don’t back down this instant, things are going to get nasty.”
Jack smirked knowingly. “Aye, excellent, then! I particularly enjoy when it’s nasty. Means you’re doing it right.”
“Stop that!” Will exclaimed, quickly losing whatever composure he had regained in the last several moments. “Every word I say, you pervert it like that!”
”Individual interpretations are a blessing in disguise, love. God bless the English language!” Jack laughed—a soulful, hearty laugh from deep inside his body. “Now then. I shall ask you this one more time, and one more time only. Do you—“ but Will cut him off.
“No, let me.” Will’s demeanor had softened, and he looked Jack straight in the eyes, accepting the inevitable at long last. “If I…agree to this, if I let you come inside, you must promise me one thing.”
“And that would be…?”
“Promise you will not make a mockery of my feelings. It is at great risk that I even admit to you that I feel them at all.”
“I promise. Pirate’s honor,” Jack said, half-solemnly removing his hat and placing it over his heart.
“I’m serious, Jack. I can barely understand how this could happen.”
“Well what do you want me to do about it, lad?” Jack crossed his arms, squinting at him, waiting for a reply.
“Make me believe.” Will breathed the words like a prayer. “Savvy?”
A triumphant grin spread like wildfire across the Captain’s face. “Savvy.” And with that, he threw his arms around Will’s waist, pulling the lad to him, pressing Will’s trembling body against his own, their eyes meeting for the first time as lovers. Any remaining thoughts of Elizabeth departed swiftly from Will’s being as his and Jack Sparrow’s lips came crashing together in synchronicity with the rejoicing waves of the sea.
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Rating: R, but most likely will become NC-17 in later chapters
~*~
"Well, now." Jack finally spoke, tracing a lone finger down Will's chest where his loose-fitting shirt gave opening. He looked up atl, al, at the long-missing-but-now-since-returned spark in the lad's dark eyes, and finding his voice once more, Jack let but two little words, covered in lust, escape from the deepest part of his throat.
"That's interesting."
~*~
The ever-rising heat was thickening the air, closing off what little breath Will Turner had left in his lungs. His eyes glanced quickly behind him, catching sight of the ocean’s churning waves. This only served to remind Will of similar motions currently being produced by his stomach. He turned to face Jack, doing his best to display no outward signs of alarm at the look of pure animal hunger sealed within the captain’s eyes.
“Jack?” Will’s voice found its way out of his throat, in the form of an underdeveloped squeak. “Jack, hadn’t you better return to steering the ship? Otherwise we might run off course and miss Tortuga altogether.”
“Nonsense, lad. This ship will get us exactly where we need to go. She’s good for this sort of thing, trust me.”
“But how can you—“
“Curves, love. I know my ways ‘round them.” Jack reached out, swiftly tracing a line with the palm of his hand from Will’s hip up to his right cheekbone. Gently seizing the lad’s chin, he turned Will’s face to meet his own. “All of them.”
Fobriebrief moment, the world stopped for Will Turner. There was only the ship, the sea, and the Captain. He felt the rocking beneath his feet, not just the movement of the ship, but the sea Herself, desperately attempting to awaken Will from his heterosexual slumber. He thought of Elizabeth, of the agony she bore when wearing her corsets, and the many ways he might relieve her of said agony. But soon, Will’s mind wandered to the blacksmith’s shop; the smell of flame and iron, the dusty floor, and the wooden beams on the ceiling, obscuring the sunlight, sending it in all directions. And Will then thought of Jack, of the first time he’d ever laid eyes on the Captain, in the dark and din of the shop. Will remembered the immediate surprise of discovering an intruder, a pirate, in the shop; and at the same time, unashamedly drinking in the visage of the Captain. He is a vision, Will remembered thinking. A vision of sweat, and dirt—and beauty.
There it was. Will did not want to believe it. The thought pressed itself against every side of his mind, refusing to be ed. ed. In the eyes of William Turner, Jack Sparrow was beautiful.
Will’s attention snapped back to the present at the sight of the leering captain before him. He realized then that it was too much, too naked, too honest a moment for him to bear.
“I can’t—“ Will struggled to release the words from his throat. His chest heaved rapidly, spilling open the neckline of his weatherworn shirt.
“Can’t what, lad?” Jack finally spoke, gently caressing Will’s cheek. Will’s eyes widened further still, and he recoiled at the gesture.
“Jack, you must stop touching me. This isn’t right.” The blacksmith’s voice grew stronger, and he pulled away from Jack’s touch, turning to the left and rushing quickly past him on the deck.
“Stop right there, Mr. Turner!” Jack exclaimed, whipping round to face the boy, the grains of sand on the bottom of his boots scraping sharply as he turned. “You would be so unkind as to leave our business unfinished?”
“We have no business. I love Elizabeth. There is nothing else,” Will countered, his courage renewed.
“I think,” said Jack, moving two steps closer to Will, who then moved two stepck, ck, “that you are mistaken.”
Will stared at the Captain, doing his best to be intimidating. “I’m warning you, Jack. If you don’t back down this instant, things are going to get nasty.”
Jack smirked knowingly. “Aye, excellent, then! I particularly enjoy when it’s nasty. Means you’re doing it right.”
“Stop that!” Will exclaimed, quickly losing whatever composure he had regained in the last several moments. “Every word I say, you pervert it like that!”
”Individual interpretations are a blessing in disguise, love. God bless the English language!” Jack laughed—a soulful, hearty laugh from deep inside his body. “Now then. I shall ask you this one more time, and one more time only. Do you—“ but Will cut him off.
“No, let me.” Will’s demeanor had softened, and he looked Jack straight in the eyes, accepting the inevitable at long last. “If I…agree to this, if I let you come inside, you must promise me one thing.”
“And that would be…?”
“Promise you will not make a mockery of my feelings. It is at great risk that I even admit to you that I feel them at all.”
“I promise. Pirate’s honor,” Jack said, half-solemnly removing his hat and placing it over his heart.
“I’m serious, Jack. I can barely understand how this could happen.”
“Well what do you want me to do about it, lad?” Jack crossed his arms, squinting at him, waiting for a reply.
“Make me believe.” Will breathed the words like a prayer. “Savvy?”
A triumphant grin spread like wildfire across the Captain’s face. “Savvy.” And with that, he threw his arms around Will’s waist, pulling the lad to him, pressing Will’s trembling body against his own, their eyes meeting for the first time as lovers. Any remaining thoughts of Elizabeth departed swiftly from Will’s being as his and Jack Sparrow’s lips came crashing together in synchronicity with the rejoicing waves of the sea.
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