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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,444
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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The whelp, the mutineer and the not so charming murderess.
They had been irritating him since the moment they had turned up to 'rescue' him from the Locker.
He just wanted to get away from them all...to escape into the warmth of his cabin with his precious rum...
Jack grinned at the thought of snatching a few moments alone with a bottle of the good stuff and time to think...to think about what the hell he was going to do next. He hurried away from Elizabeth, who was barking orders to a frightened looking Ragetti, and flung open his cabin door...only to freeze in shock at the sight that awaited him.
Two dim, entwined shapes were romping on his small bunk.
He stood in the doorway, eyes wide with disbelief as he watched Tia Dalma writhing with pleasure beneath Barbossa, who was pounding furiously against her naked body.
The moments seemed to pass into hours as, unaware that they had an uninvited guest, the witch and the pirate continued to roll on the bed. Tia Dalma sighed blissfully as Barbossa thrust into her again and again, mangling her large breasts and groaning. Then suddenly he stopped...and whirled around to gape at Jack, who was rooted to the spot, looking completely horrified.
Tia Dalma pouted, opening her mouth to complain at the abrupt pause in their lovemaking but, before she could speak, Barbossa launched himself at Jack.
"What the hell d'ye think yer doin'!?" he yelled into the younger man's stunned face, "Ever heard of bloody knockin'?!"
Jack glanced down at Barbossa, as if sizing him up, and then smiled bitterly, "Ever heard of fidelity?" He nodded at Tia Dalma, who was still lounging on the bed, her dreadlocks partly obscuring her wanton smile, before stalking away.
Still naked, Barbossa followed, seemingly oblivious to the yelps of the astonished crew as he grabbed at Jack, dragging him back towards the cabin, his voice little more than a hiss, "Whadd'ya mean by that? Ye bloody shot me, 'member? I think that might have put an end to anything we once had! Besides, I haven't had me leg over a wench in nearly ten years, while ye've been fuckin' every whore in Tortuga!"
Jack didn't look convinced, "So you thought you'd take her in my cabin? And you thought I'd be fine with that?" He tried to pull away but the older pirate tightened his grip and held him against the door.
"Well, if ye'd wanted me to fuck you instead, ye should've said something! It's yer own fault lad!" he spat, watching Jack's eyes harden...along with his own cock.
"There are rules you know Hector..." Jack replied, his voice soft in contrast with his dark eyes, "It's give and take in a relationship...and I'm sick of bein' the one who gives it all and gets nothin' back."
Barbossa was losing his temper - trust Jack to choose to grow a sense of morality now, "Yer sayin' I never gave ye nothin'...all those years ago, when I used to sit up waitin' fer ye to come back from those stinkin' tavern sluts. And then I'd nurse ye...when ye staggered in blind drunk and puked all over yerself! I gave ye nothin'...is that what ye think?"
Jack shrugged and Barbossa snapped, cold anger melting his insides like a stream of freezing rum as he spoke through gritted teeth, "And all this time, I thought it was..."Take what you can, give nothin' back." Shows what I know, eh?"
He thrust Jack away from him and stormed back into the cabin, where Tia Dalma was waiting...
The whelp, the mutineer and the not so charming murderess.
They had been irritating him since the moment they had turned up to 'rescue' him from the Locker.
He just wanted to get away from them all...to escape into the warmth of his cabin with his precious rum...
Jack grinned at the thought of snatching a few moments alone with a bottle of the good stuff and time to think...to think about what the hell he was going to do next. He hurried away from Elizabeth, who was barking orders to a frightened looking Ragetti, and flung open his cabin door...only to freeze in shock at the sight that awaited him.
Two dim, entwined shapes were romping on his small bunk.
He stood in the doorway, eyes wide with disbelief as he watched Tia Dalma writhing with pleasure beneath Barbossa, who was pounding furiously against her naked body.
The moments seemed to pass into hours as, unaware that they had an uninvited guest, the witch and the pirate continued to roll on the bed. Tia Dalma sighed blissfully as Barbossa thrust into her again and again, mangling her large breasts and groaning. Then suddenly he stopped...and whirled around to gape at Jack, who was rooted to the spot, looking completely horrified.
Tia Dalma pouted, opening her mouth to complain at the abrupt pause in their lovemaking but, before she could speak, Barbossa launched himself at Jack.
"What the hell d'ye think yer doin'!?" he yelled into the younger man's stunned face, "Ever heard of bloody knockin'?!"
Jack glanced down at Barbossa, as if sizing him up, and then smiled bitterly, "Ever heard of fidelity?" He nodded at Tia Dalma, who was still lounging on the bed, her dreadlocks partly obscuring her wanton smile, before stalking away.
Still naked, Barbossa followed, seemingly oblivious to the yelps of the astonished crew as he grabbed at Jack, dragging him back towards the cabin, his voice little more than a hiss, "Whadd'ya mean by that? Ye bloody shot me, 'member? I think that might have put an end to anything we once had! Besides, I haven't had me leg over a wench in nearly ten years, while ye've been fuckin' every whore in Tortuga!"
Jack didn't look convinced, "So you thought you'd take her in my cabin? And you thought I'd be fine with that?" He tried to pull away but the older pirate tightened his grip and held him against the door.
"Well, if ye'd wanted me to fuck you instead, ye should've said something! It's yer own fault lad!" he spat, watching Jack's eyes harden...along with his own cock.
"There are rules you know Hector..." Jack replied, his voice soft in contrast with his dark eyes, "It's give and take in a relationship...and I'm sick of bein' the one who gives it all and gets nothin' back."
Barbossa was losing his temper - trust Jack to choose to grow a sense of morality now, "Yer sayin' I never gave ye nothin'...all those years ago, when I used to sit up waitin' fer ye to come back from those stinkin' tavern sluts. And then I'd nurse ye...when ye staggered in blind drunk and puked all over yerself! I gave ye nothin'...is that what ye think?"
Jack shrugged and Barbossa snapped, cold anger melting his insides like a stream of freezing rum as he spoke through gritted teeth, "And all this time, I thought it was..."Take what you can, give nothin' back." Shows what I know, eh?"
He thrust Jack away from him and stormed back into the cabin, where Tia Dalma was waiting...