The Kiss

“Mother Mary full of grace, deliver me from evil!” Will half moaned, half spoke. He looked directly at the hag and said: “listen, woman, remember that God sees you, and come judgment day—“

“—we’ll both be in debt to ye, won’t we Wi—?!” Jack said, tugging hard at his ropes in order to stop Will from mumbling. He held his breath as Will obviously didn’t take the hint and continued talking feverishly:

“—just let me go so I can finally commit that of sinfulness which has for so long plagued my mind!” Will blurted out between gritted teeth, grinding himself against Jack’s back.

“You would?!” Jack asked stupefied.

“Unfortunately with God as my witness, aye” Will let out a moan, bucking and grinding to get out of his clothes. He was so horny he didn’t know what to do with himself any longer, and upon sensing he could no longer restrain that which he felt in his heart, he said: “He’s probably going to strike me down with lightning any moment now, so release us...!”

Jack clenched Will’s hands hard in silent, heartfelt thanks, biting down on the inexplicable, impossible joy which all of the sudden washed through him. It was mixed with a touch of uncertainty. What if he’d misunderstood, and Will was speaking of something completely different? No, there would be no choosing here, Jack decided. This would be the chance of a lifetime.

Unseen forces seemed to unbind them, yet they remained seated back to back for a second, simply to see what the other one would do next. But then the second passed, and Will turned against Jack, swift like a panther inspecting its prey. Their eyes met, and Jack saw Will’s pleading brown orbs. They spoke volumes, and in Jack’s head they said something like: “Now I’ve confessed it to the very lord above so please don’t let me down, savvy? Come, I dare ye mighty captain of the seven seas, take me! Probe me with yer mighty lance in all possible cavities on me frail, boyish body and I’ll show ye just what kind of iron I’m made of!”

Instead Will whispered, his voice hitching: “We-we could get her now, on three, two—“

Jack would have none of that, and glued his lips to Will’s. They tasted and felt far better than he’d ever dreamt of. He turned his body so torso met torso, and as Will’s hips bucked against Jack’s erection, shots of electricity flared in the old pirate’s groin. Will began to struggle, and broke off the kiss, gasping for air. He seemed baffled, and Jack feared for a second that he’d scared the lad off. But their pelvic areas were as glued together, and Will arched his back away to get some room between their faces. Neither held on to the other, yet some unseen force seemed to be squeezing their abdomens front to front, erection against erection. Jack could but enjoy watching how bashfulness and animal lust struggled for domination on Will’s face. One minute, Will looked at him like an innocent choir boy, the next his shy smile turned into a wicked grin, before Will burst out in a hysteric laugh which ended in a sob. Jack kissed away his tears, and it proved to be a calming effect which brought Will back to his senses. Jack was determined to bring Will with him to the furs, and while he kept on kissing him, he let his hands wander across Will’s bared flesh. He moved on his knees, guessing – hoping that Will would have to follow since they seemed to be stuck. It worked, and soon they made their way over to the furs simply by moved their knees in the same direction simultaneously. It was a joint effort, and by the time they reached the soft furs, Will had lost his shirt, and was on his way to disentangle Jack out of his vest, shirt and waistband. Out of the corner of his eye, Jack saw a similar witches circle drawn and then hidden beneath the furs. Wondering what it meant, he embraced Will – really embraced him, and forced his tongue between the blacksmith’s teeth, finding the young man’s tongue. Will grunted sceptically in return, but soon enough he melted into the act. He got a little too hot headed – or maybe it was intentional, but Will made them topple over and fall sideways until they lay on the furs facing each other. The easy part was over. How was Jack going to convince Will to be underneath?

Jack didn’t get time to contemplate upon such an endeavor, because he had to gasp in surprise which immediately melted into total bliss as Will’s left hand closed around Jack’s leaking erection. Will bent towards his ear and whispered erotically: “Tell me, Jack Sparrow, is the sea still your only love?”

Jack instantly put his hands on top of his erection; enveloping Will’s administrative fingers and making them come to a halt. His thighs trembled with unsatisfied need as he desperately tried to will away the image of a bronze-tanned, naked Will Turner emerging from the waters like a sea god. He replied with great discomfort “rubbish. I’ve never said that. Well, maybe in a weak moment. It will never happen again. Who are you again?”

“That’s great, Captain, for I’m not one for sharing” Will replied hoarsely, kissing Jack gently on the lips, “surely you must see that should one of us erupt, then the other one would be left behind to suffer whatever dark intentions the witch may have”, Will continued seductively, glancing in the direction of the witch.

“Let’s put it this way lad: Ye need a hand? I can give ye a hand” Jack replied meekly, swallowing again, fighting to maintain focus at the odd conversation going. He needed it, or he would simply detonate all over their hands. He wrapped his fingers around Will’s cock. He moaned at the touch which he’d dreamt of for so long. Then he said: “Ye know, I would usually find somehin’ very fittin’ to say in a situation like this, except—“Jack was cut short as Will kissed him again. He began to stroke Will’s cock for a while, aiming to work the boy into frenzy. There was something odd going on, for Will wasn’t usually one to be so bold, and Jack suspected it had to do with the circle beneath the furs. After a while he let go of Will’s cock, earning himself a disgruntled moan from the young blacksmith. He caressed the boy’s waist, the hip and then let his fingers trail upwards again back to Will’s waist. Then Jack kissed Will ferociously and at the same time added his weight on the boy so they rolled over. It was a calculated move Jack repeatedly used on his wenches, and it seemed to be working on Will as well. Will remained on his back, still lost in the passionate kiss, and Jack slid one knee between Will’s legs with a fluid, almost unnoticeable move. Jack was so desperate his hands were trembling. He had but one thought left in his head, and that was to dive deep into Will as soon as possible. He decided it was time to add the other knee as well, and broke his kiss bend downwards to Will’s left nipple. Jack caressed it softly with a skilled tongue, and nibbled at it carefully with his teeth. The young blacksmith willingly let the old pirate between his legs, and he bucked and grind against Jack’s thighs in response to the ministrations upon his nipple. “My god, Jack!” Will exclaimed, moaning loudly. He grasped Jack’s hair, his fingers working through it aimlessly. Jack turned to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment, blowing on it lovingly until it became an erect rose bud. Jack decided it was time to bring things onward and end the beautiful game he was playing with his much younger lover. He lifted Will’s legs up a little, allowing himself access to Will’s puckered entrance, and then Jack positioned himself. He inched himself in, deciding he was going to watch Will as he did it. He was confident that the former blacksmith would swoon and roll his eyes in shock at the sudden intrusion and ensuing pain, but to his surprise, the former blacksmith moaned loudly and promptly came between their stomachs. Feeling somewhat robbed of his victory, Jack could but follow suit, moaning out Will’s name as Jack came. He felt like a cow which had just been involuntarily milked, and it left Jack unsure of what just had happened.