Unwanted Realizations
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Sparrington
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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2,548
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Chapter Three
Chapter Three
Days went by with James resisting the temptation to go before the mirror again. His thoughts swirled in a continuous stream. Question upon question being asked over and over again with no answer in sight. The main questions being, Was this real?, How did he end up on Sparrow’s ship?, Why were they so close last time?, Is this all some sort of joke?, Some sort of illusion? The most pressing question though was the hardest one to face. Why had he reacted to Sparrow holding him, breathing in his scent, and flirting with him as though he were some flustered maiden? Or worse yet, as though he were that awkward and shy boy of sixteen, who had been introduced to the ways of intimacy at the local brothel. He hadn't felt that uncertain or awkward in a long time and he didn't like feeling that way again.
It was well into the next week when James finally went back to the mirror. After beating himself up with the endless questions he had finally come to the conclusion that the only way to get answers was to face what was causing them. James stepped before the glass and put his hand to it just as a glimmer reflected off it’s surface. Once he felt the now familiar pull, James opened his eyes and looked in front of him, only to see darkness. Turning around cautiously he saw that he was in a bedchamber. The only light was the soft glow of a candle, sitting in a holder next to the bed. From the gentle rocking beneath his feet he knew that he was on a ship. Looking toward the bed he confirmed what he already knew.
The wood was a dark black. The only ship he’d ever seen that dark was the Black Pearl. As if to confirm this, he watched as the door opened to reveal Sparrow, entering with a candle out in front of him and his copy following behind. James watched a little worriedly as Sparrow swayed with the flame. He briefly wondered if the man was going to topple over and set the ship on fire. James let out a sigh of relief when Sparrow finally set the candle down to join the candle on the nightstand. James looked over to his duplicate when he heard the rustle of cloth. He watched as his other version undressed and reached for a nightgown.
It was eerie. The copy was exact. The build was the same, the coloring, everything right down to the scars. James heard rustling over to his right but studiously kept his eyes to the left. He knew Sparrow was undressing and didn't want to invade the other man’s privacy. Eventually though Sparrow moved into his line of sight as he layed down on the bed. The pirate was only wearing sleeping pants and James felt his mouth go dry as he took in his form. Sparrow’s skin was a golden color lined with strange tattoos.
His body was toned and even though James couldn't feel it he knew that Sparrow’s skin would radiate heat. The long beaded hair fell to his upper chest and James found his eyes catching on the sparse short black hairs on the middle of his chest. That eventually led his eyes downward searching for anymore of the almost nonexistent hairs. The search ended when he encountered the pirates bellybutton. Just under the naval was a thin line of black hair that got wider the further down it traveled. It was when James’s eyes hit the low ridding waistline of the sleeping pants that he finally tore them away. A blush heating his face so much he felt like he had a fever. A slight movement drew his attention and he watched as his copy layed down on the bed next to Sparrow.
His duplicate currently wearing the nightshirt he’d seen before leaned over to blow out the candles only to be stopped by Jack gently grabbing his upper arm. Jack gently pushed and his copy complied letting Jack lay him back on the bed. His duplicate looked up at Jack questioningly and the pirate just smiled before letting his hand skim down to gently stroke the copy’s jaw. James felt his hand going to his own face and couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be touched so gently. He watched as the pirate continued his stroking for a moment before speaking. “Luv, I want to see your face. You know I hate to do this in the dark.”
James watched his duplicate smile slyly before responding softly. “And just what makes you think that anything is going to happen tonight. It’s been a very tiring day. Perhaps I just want to sleep.” Jack just smiled knowingly. “I don’ think so luv. I saw the way you were looking at me earlier. I had to restrain meself from not takin’ you right up on deck.”
James eyes widened at this only to widen further as he watched Jack lean down and kiss the side of his copy’s cheek. His other self chuckled as he let his right hand come up to play with one of Jack’s braids. “You noticed that did you?” Jack moved his lips down and nuzzled against his duplicate’s neck. When he replied it was muffled. “Hard not to Jamie when your using your eyes to tear off me clothes in front of me crew.” Suddenly the copy gasped as Jack sucked hard at his neck. James watched as the imitation of his own body writhed under the assault.
When the duplicate spoke it was breathy. “Jack stop. Your going to leave a mark.” Jack pulled back slightly to respond. “That’s the point Jaime.” A moment later the lips sealed back over the skin. The writhing of his other continued for a few more minutes as did the sucking sounds until finally Jack pulled away. Even with the dim lighting James could see the large and lividly red mark on the copy’s neck.
A slim hand went up to cover the mark and James looked to the duplicate’s face recognizing instantly the look of irritation. James wore it quite often so it was easy to interept that the copy wasn't happy. “Sparrow, how many times have I told you. I don’t want you leaving marks. It’s bad enough the whole crew knows what we do. I don’t need to walk into port somewhere and be hanged for having a dalliance with another man.” Jack just gave him a slight pout before giving an explanation that no doubt would be flippant. “Jaime luv, you need to stop worrin’ so much. I would never let ye hang.”
James, as well as his other self, were not convinced. Jack tried again. “Luv ye need to relax. I left it well out of sight with yer shirt on.” James watched as his duplicate looked down and examined the position. The pirate was right. Clothing would cover it fully. His copy gave a grunt. “Alright, fine, your off the hook for now pirate.”
Jack just smiled indulgently and leaned down to kiss his duplicate. The kiss started off gentle and then slowly built in passion. James could feel himself getting flushed and his skin warming. His hand slowly went up to his lips and he let his fingertips linger there a moment. He had never received a kiss so passionate and suddenly he couldn't help but be envious of his copy. As he let his hand fall he watched Jack climb on top of his other self and start to rock against him slowly. Mutual groans filled the air and James felt like he should leave. Was it right for him to invade their privacy even if one of them was a duplicate of himself?
TBC..
Days went by with James resisting the temptation to go before the mirror again. His thoughts swirled in a continuous stream. Question upon question being asked over and over again with no answer in sight. The main questions being, Was this real?, How did he end up on Sparrow’s ship?, Why were they so close last time?, Is this all some sort of joke?, Some sort of illusion? The most pressing question though was the hardest one to face. Why had he reacted to Sparrow holding him, breathing in his scent, and flirting with him as though he were some flustered maiden? Or worse yet, as though he were that awkward and shy boy of sixteen, who had been introduced to the ways of intimacy at the local brothel. He hadn't felt that uncertain or awkward in a long time and he didn't like feeling that way again.
It was well into the next week when James finally went back to the mirror. After beating himself up with the endless questions he had finally come to the conclusion that the only way to get answers was to face what was causing them. James stepped before the glass and put his hand to it just as a glimmer reflected off it’s surface. Once he felt the now familiar pull, James opened his eyes and looked in front of him, only to see darkness. Turning around cautiously he saw that he was in a bedchamber. The only light was the soft glow of a candle, sitting in a holder next to the bed. From the gentle rocking beneath his feet he knew that he was on a ship. Looking toward the bed he confirmed what he already knew.
The wood was a dark black. The only ship he’d ever seen that dark was the Black Pearl. As if to confirm this, he watched as the door opened to reveal Sparrow, entering with a candle out in front of him and his copy following behind. James watched a little worriedly as Sparrow swayed with the flame. He briefly wondered if the man was going to topple over and set the ship on fire. James let out a sigh of relief when Sparrow finally set the candle down to join the candle on the nightstand. James looked over to his duplicate when he heard the rustle of cloth. He watched as his other version undressed and reached for a nightgown.
It was eerie. The copy was exact. The build was the same, the coloring, everything right down to the scars. James heard rustling over to his right but studiously kept his eyes to the left. He knew Sparrow was undressing and didn't want to invade the other man’s privacy. Eventually though Sparrow moved into his line of sight as he layed down on the bed. The pirate was only wearing sleeping pants and James felt his mouth go dry as he took in his form. Sparrow’s skin was a golden color lined with strange tattoos.
His body was toned and even though James couldn't feel it he knew that Sparrow’s skin would radiate heat. The long beaded hair fell to his upper chest and James found his eyes catching on the sparse short black hairs on the middle of his chest. That eventually led his eyes downward searching for anymore of the almost nonexistent hairs. The search ended when he encountered the pirates bellybutton. Just under the naval was a thin line of black hair that got wider the further down it traveled. It was when James’s eyes hit the low ridding waistline of the sleeping pants that he finally tore them away. A blush heating his face so much he felt like he had a fever. A slight movement drew his attention and he watched as his copy layed down on the bed next to Sparrow.
His duplicate currently wearing the nightshirt he’d seen before leaned over to blow out the candles only to be stopped by Jack gently grabbing his upper arm. Jack gently pushed and his copy complied letting Jack lay him back on the bed. His duplicate looked up at Jack questioningly and the pirate just smiled before letting his hand skim down to gently stroke the copy’s jaw. James felt his hand going to his own face and couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be touched so gently. He watched as the pirate continued his stroking for a moment before speaking. “Luv, I want to see your face. You know I hate to do this in the dark.”
James watched his duplicate smile slyly before responding softly. “And just what makes you think that anything is going to happen tonight. It’s been a very tiring day. Perhaps I just want to sleep.” Jack just smiled knowingly. “I don’ think so luv. I saw the way you were looking at me earlier. I had to restrain meself from not takin’ you right up on deck.”
James eyes widened at this only to widen further as he watched Jack lean down and kiss the side of his copy’s cheek. His other self chuckled as he let his right hand come up to play with one of Jack’s braids. “You noticed that did you?” Jack moved his lips down and nuzzled against his duplicate’s neck. When he replied it was muffled. “Hard not to Jamie when your using your eyes to tear off me clothes in front of me crew.” Suddenly the copy gasped as Jack sucked hard at his neck. James watched as the imitation of his own body writhed under the assault.
When the duplicate spoke it was breathy. “Jack stop. Your going to leave a mark.” Jack pulled back slightly to respond. “That’s the point Jaime.” A moment later the lips sealed back over the skin. The writhing of his other continued for a few more minutes as did the sucking sounds until finally Jack pulled away. Even with the dim lighting James could see the large and lividly red mark on the copy’s neck.
A slim hand went up to cover the mark and James looked to the duplicate’s face recognizing instantly the look of irritation. James wore it quite often so it was easy to interept that the copy wasn't happy. “Sparrow, how many times have I told you. I don’t want you leaving marks. It’s bad enough the whole crew knows what we do. I don’t need to walk into port somewhere and be hanged for having a dalliance with another man.” Jack just gave him a slight pout before giving an explanation that no doubt would be flippant. “Jaime luv, you need to stop worrin’ so much. I would never let ye hang.”
James, as well as his other self, were not convinced. Jack tried again. “Luv ye need to relax. I left it well out of sight with yer shirt on.” James watched as his duplicate looked down and examined the position. The pirate was right. Clothing would cover it fully. His copy gave a grunt. “Alright, fine, your off the hook for now pirate.”
Jack just smiled indulgently and leaned down to kiss his duplicate. The kiss started off gentle and then slowly built in passion. James could feel himself getting flushed and his skin warming. His hand slowly went up to his lips and he let his fingertips linger there a moment. He had never received a kiss so passionate and suddenly he couldn't help but be envious of his copy. As he let his hand fall he watched Jack climb on top of his other self and start to rock against him slowly. Mutual groans filled the air and James felt like he should leave. Was it right for him to invade their privacy even if one of them was a duplicate of himself?
TBC..