A Pirate's Heart

A Pirate's Heart - Part Three "Face Down"

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"My turn?" Will gulped and stared at the cock so close to his face, going a little cross-eyed "You want me to do that to you?"

"You're not getting anymore until you do," Jack told him, stroking himself languidly. "Perhaps it was the whore you envied, hm? Perhaps you wanted to be him, with my dick in your mouth." He nudged himself against Will's pretty lips. "You want to do this, William, do it properly. Now suck it."

Raising himself a little on his elbows, Will opened his mouth and let Jack guide himself in.

"Mm, that's it," Jack smiled. "Mind your teeth." He sunk his hands into Will's hair and guided his head as he sucked him, enthusiasm more than making up for lack of skill. "Good. Very good." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "You learn fast."

Will looked up at his with hazy eyes, and shifted to try and sit up further, but Jack wouldn't let him. He grinned down at him. He looked so cute all hot and sweating and desperately embarrassed. He was enjoying himself, though, and so was Jack.

He shuddered as Will made a little moaning noise around him and his eyes fluttered shut, long, dark eyelashes resting prettily above flushed cheekbones. Too beautiful. And so eager to please.

It would be over too soon, but he wasn't going to stop it now. Jack groaned and let his eyes fall shut. He had to hold Will's head to him to stop him pulling back as he spilled into his mouth with a groan.

"Swallow it," he demanded, holding Will's jaw closed as he pulled from his mouth. "It's not good manners to spit."

With a shudder, Will swallowed then reached for the rum bottle and took a drink. Jack claimed his lips and thrust his tongue into his mouth before he could swallow all of the drink. He could still taste himself in Will's mouth, mingled with the alcohol.

"Are you going to finish me off now?" Will looked hopefully at him.

"You're a selfish lover, William," Jack told him with a grin. "You want me to finish you?" He rolled him onto his front. "Well, there's more." He shifted down to kneel between Will's legs, nudging his thighs apart with his knee. "Have you seen how dogs mount their mate, Will?"

"Yes..." Will whispered slowly.

"And do you know what I'm going to do to you, Will?"

Will pressed his face into the pillow and his answer was muffled by it. "You're going to bugger me."

"That's right," Jack laughed softly at Will's embarrassment. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you." He placed a kiss against Will's spine and took a mouthful of rum. With a wicked idea forming in his mind, he held it in his mouth and slid lower down the bed, clutching Will's arse in his hands and spreading him open.

Will whimpered quietly and tried to look over his shoulder as Jack pressed his mouth to him and let a little of the rum trickle from his lips to run between his buttocks. He followed the trail of liquid with his lips, catching the moisture back before releasing all of the alcohol onto Will's skin as he breached him with him tongue.

He felt Will flinch and reached under him to stroke his cock, remembering how strange the initial sensation of this felt. It didn't take long for the gentle stroking of his fingers and the insistent probing of his tongue before Will began to pant and rub himself against his hand.

Jack could feel himself start to harden again. He felt knackered but he couldn't stop now. He wanted too badly to fuck this boy, and he was damned if anything was going to stop him. He'd find the energy.

He lifted his head and gave a sharp bite to Will's left buttock before slipping a finger into him.

"It hurts!" Will tried to twist away from him.

"Keep still," Jack placed his free hand firmly against his back. "It's only me finger yet. Now hush." He glanced around the room to find something to ease the way and his eyes fell on a plate holding a crust of bread and a little bit of butter. "Wait there."

"Oh, God, don't stop now," Will sighed, rolling onto his back.

Jack froze, reaching for the butter. It should be illegal for a man to look that beautiful and that wanton. "I'm not stopping," he told him, throwing himself back onto the bed. "And who said you could roll over?"

Will looked up at him in anticipation, breathing heavily. The shadows had fallen across his face and Jack could almost imagine Bootstrap there in his place. Yes, he had been lying right there, staring up at him like that, only Jack had submitted his body to him.

"Jack," Will tugged on his hair, pulling him into a kiss. "Jack, get on with it."

Pulling back, Jack rolled him back onto his front. He couldn't see him like that. It was like being haunted.

"Get back over," he said, trying to keep his voice steady as his emotions quaked. "You want me to take you like a woman? I'm going to mount you like an animal, my Sweet William," Oh, Jesus, he'd called Bill that too. "But first..." he felt the melted butter in his hand and spread it across his fingers before penetrating the trembling body under him.

This time Will accepted him and moaned loudly as Jack moved his fingers inside him.

"Oh God, that's good..." he gasped. "Jack... uh.... more... please..."

"More?"

"Please..."

Will tossed his head and his curls spread over his shoulders. Oh, so easy to imagine....

Jack eased another finger into the tight passage. Will was going to take him in like a vice, he knew it. He rubbed some of the grease onto his cock, preparing himself, but Will still wasn't ready for him and he wasn't about to rush him. The image of Bootstrap in his mind stopped him taking the lad with force.

'I'd never let you touch my boy,' Bill had told him when Jack had joked of seeking the child out in later years. Funny how it had come about. Only Bill wasn't here to stop him. Perhaps his own conscience should have stopped him, perhaps the place in his heart for his old love should have stopped him, but he was too far gone to care and Will was too far gone to let him stop.

"Jack!" Will's voice pulled him back to the present. "Jack, please! Do it."

"If you're sure you're ready for me," Jack pulled his fingers out slowly and positioned himself.

Will nodded, gripping the edge of the pillow tightly. "Yes, I'm ready. Jack... I...." His voice trembled. "Be gentle with me."

"Tell me something." Jack prised Will's fingers from the pillow. "Have I given you a reason not to trust me?" He started to push into the slowly yielding passage.

"No," Will whimpered. "Bloody hell!"

"I know it hurts," Jack soothed, forcing himself to slow. "It'll feel good soon, I promise." He rested his weight across Will's back, shivering at the heat of the skin against his own. "I'm going to move again," he whispered, kissing his ear. "Will, breathe."

He felt and heard him take a deep gasp of breath and pushed himself all the way in. Will cried out again and tensed with such a force that Jack was nearly pushed out again.

"First time's always the worst," he told him. "You're body's telling you it doesn't want this."

"Yes it bloody well does!" Will cried. "Now what happened to your promise that this would start to feel good soon?"

Jack laughed out loud at his impatience. "Well," he shifted up Will's body a bit, pushing himself in deeper, "it's right about here."

"Oh..." Will moaned loudly in pleasure. "Oh, God, that's it. Keep doing that!"

"I intend to." Jack pulled back and thrust back in making sure to hit the spot again. He was pleased to hear Will cry out, squirming beneath him.

"Touch me," the boy whispered.

"I don't need to," Jack panted in his ear, winding his fingers tightly around Will's hand as he pressed closer to him. "You'll come like this. You have no control."

"Neither do you," Will whispered. "I can feel that your control is hanging by a thread. You're shaking."

Jack felt a clenching spasm around him, and he moaned, closing his eyes. "You feel good," he whispered in Will's ear, then bit his earlobe as he thrust into him harder. He chuckled as Will cried out loudly. "You make a noise. I wouldn't have had you down as a screamer."

Will moaned again, more quietly this time, apparently embarrassed by the racket he was making. "Anything I can do for you, Captain?" he panted.

Jack smirked at the drunken submission. "You just keep making that music, William." He pulled Will's hair from his cheek to look at his face. "Anything more I can do for you?"

"Never stop."

"I won't," he whispered, lowering his head to nuzzle and lick at Will's neck. He didn't taste quite like Bill, he was more bittersweet. Bill tasted like the rum and the sea. Will tasted like... like cinnamon.

He thrust deeply into him, clinging to Will as he moved back against him, whimpering and gasping with pleasure. Jack thought he might be crying, but his face was in the pillow so he couldn't see.

Jack could feel himself slipping exhaustedly towards another climax. He could feel the sobs of incompletion shaking Will's body and he held him tightly as he fucked him hard and fast.

"William," he whispered. "Come for me now."

He didn't need asking twice. Will cried out loudly and thrust back against him, clinging to the pillow, throwing his head back as he shook violently with his release.

He yelled just like his father as he came. Jack closed his eyes tightly and drowned in the sound, not wanting to see another making it. It was intoxicating, and he wanted to hear more of it. He kept thrusting into the body beneath him, even as he heard pleas for him to stop. He couldn't stop.

He felt like he was caught up in a tight furnace of heat, and a cry tore from within him as his own fire sunk suddenly down his spine, tearing through his body in constricting ripples of release, shuddering through his limbs and leaving his mouth in a strangled scream that left him gasping in the darkness, his erstwhile lover's child quivering beneath and around him.

Gulping back a breath, Jack laid his head against the sweat dampened shoulder under him and waited until the shudders ceased before withdrawing from Will's body. So good. So beautiful, and so good, and so wrong...

Will tried to raise his head to look at him but could only peer over his shoulder with half closed eyes. The alcohol had possessed his body wholly, rendering him immobile. Best let him stay like that, sleep it off.

Jack rose from the bed, finding his clothes in a heap on the floor and dressing back into them.

"Where are you going?" Will murmured.

"Nowhere." Anywhere, just somewhere away from that vision. "Thanks, mate, that was good." He flashed him the shark smile that had been perfected over the years, ignored the confused look in the boy's eyes (so young, so naïve...) and snatching his ring back off the table he left the room. His hand trembled on the doorknob for long seconds and he stared at it, willing his fingers to turn it back, not to leave another confused mind in another young and used body.

He stared at the ring once out on the stairs but he could hardly find it in him to put it back on his hand, not after what those hands had been doing. The only trinket that Barbossa had missed to take from him when he marooned him. The only memory he had carried of Bill since pain and alcohol had forced the memory of the man to the back of his brain.

Until he'd walked into his very image in a blacksmith's shop. Until he'd sailed with his likeness to Tortuga. Until he'd made love to his ghost while he'd buggered his son. And he couldn't even tell his conscience that it was because he wanted Will. He'd wanted the conquest, he'd wanted the challenge that was hardly there anyway. He'd wanted to make the pirate-loathing half-pirate sob beneath a pirate's body. And he had. And he had enjoyed it, by God he had enjoyed it.

And the lad was beautiful, no doubt about that; so beautiful that the likes of Jack should never be allowed to have him. he felt like he had touched the untouchable. A cold beauty heated under his hands, a soul of steel manipulated in his fire.

Yet he hadn't wanted him. He hadn't wanted him at all. What he wanted was lost.
He was ashamed that he didn't feel ashamed by it. He was disgusted that he felt nothing of remorse for getting the kid drunk and stealing his virtue before leaving him so coldly. The more sensible part of him had told him at the start of the night to keep away from Will, yet he had never been very good at listening to that part of himself. He had never been very good at keeping away from things he should not have.

Did he feel bad? Did he feel bad for how he had betrayed Bill? He couldn't say he did.

Perhaps he was getting over him. Perhaps it was time to move on from the memory of the man he knew not to be dead or alive at the bottom of the sea. Perhaps the hole Bootstrap had left in his heart was starting to heal now. He didn't like that thought at all. That hole had been a patch on his soul for so many years, and now it was closing. What would tattoo his heart now? Certainly not the young one he had just fucked in that room. That room, where Bill had first fucked him, the only man he had ever given his body to, not that he'd ever told him that (perhaps he should have). He could remember to this day the burning pain spreading through his nerves as he had given himself over; good pain, true pain, physical pain that rendered the dull ache in his heart oblivious. Not like this.

The first time had been the only time Bill had treated him cruelly, and that had only been for a moment until he gave himself up. Every other second was as tender as he could have wanted.

No, he'd never forget about him, never get over him, never find another. Perhaps the pain was far now, but the memories were still near. Oh so near, smacking him harder about the head every time he looked he looked into that young blacksmith's face.

"Pull yourself together, Jack," he ordered himself, putting the ring back on his finger and striding down the stairs. He had enough money in his pocket for more rum and more company if he could find a woman on the island who didn't want to slap him.
But he thought perhaps he'd just go down to the dock and stare awhile at the ocean.


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