Barbossa's Boys 2

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Barbossa's boys *bathtime*
A/N
Bravo bounces up and down happily. I managed to get this chappie right up, only took 2 tries!!!!!

this chapter is dedicated to
Lynn, whose lovely review made us floar 2 r 2 days
and
The Rowan, who likes the thought of collared Jack and Will as much as Us.
Hey, Cy, here's more


The sound of the door opening didn't disturb the sleeping men, but the loud clunck of the wooden tub did, and rudely so.

Will pressed himself ast tst the wall, pulling the sheet higher on his slim body.

Jack merely propped himself up on his elbow, the sheet pooling around his navel as watched the pirates setting the piece of furniture in place. He saw the first two men leave and watched several more enter, this time with buckets. Buckets filled with steaming hot water, and poured them into the large, shallow barrel.


Jack smirked, eyes glinting, but rememering Barbossa's earlier threat, didn't say a wore ree reached a hand under the covers to stroke over Will's closest knee.

"Good mornin'" Barbossa stepped over the threshold carrying a covered tray. "Thought ya'd be hungry, as yer, um, host I feel I should serve ya breakfast in bed. Eat." He almost dropped the food on the large bed and stepped away to observe the tub filling duties.

Almost before the tray landed Jack had the lid off, exposing several biscuits, eggs, an apple, a spoon, preserves of some sort, several slices of fried ham and a mug filled with a clear liquid. Water perhaps? The aroma tickled his nostrils. He was hungry! Gently he tugged the blacksmith closer , they both had to keep their strength up.

Shortly the bucket-carrying men , having finished, left the cabin.

Jack used a spoon to spread the preserves over the hard biscuits.(someone forgot to put a knife on the tray. Jsilesilently giggled.) He forced one into Will's hand. Will grimacing at the taste, ate it. Jack guessed the younger man didn't like peaches. Scooping a spoonful of scrambled eggs, Jack raised it to Will's lips, who ate it while keeping his eyes on Barbossa, while he searched for something.

The single mug held watered rum, as Jack discovered, and he ate two more biscuits, half the eggs, a piece and a half of the ham and half an apple. He was rather pleasantly full. Jack then made Will eat the rest. He knew the other man had to be starving, after all Jack had dinner last night and Will only had some apple slices.

Triumphant, Barbossa stood up, holding a medium sized basket loosely in his hands.
"Jus' what I wanted. Special bathing oils, an' salts." He looked over to the bed out of the corner of his narrow eyes. "Are ya both done eatin'?"

"Yes, thank you." Jack nodded as royally as he could. Barbossa reached over and unhooked the chain. He then pulled Will to his feet.

"Bathtime."

"No!" Will swallowed, raising dark eyes to meet the pale blue eyes of his captor.

""Ye will boy, or I'll have me crew to it, on deck!" He plunked the basket on the table and threw the slim young man at Jack. They both fell backwards onto the bed.

"Com'on lad, better here, than up there." Jack whispered, rubbing Will's arm, and keeping wary eyes on the captain.

He led the blacksmith over to the large tub and gently helped him in, ignoring the bruises on the pale flesh, as Will carefully sat.

Barbossa settled himself into a dining chair, splaying his limbs comfortably.
"In the basket, Jack, you'll find soap, an' bath oils. Jasmine, I think, for the boy."

Barefoot, and clad only in his worn trousers, captain Jack Sparrow reached into the dusty basket and pulled out several old bottles, he uncorked one and sneezed, he recorked it and picked up another one. This time, it was the one Barbossa had wanted. Next to it was a bar of soap, wrapped in a pale pink piece of silk. It too was jasmine. He looked back into the basket and saw a scrap of rougher fabric, this one was to work up a lather.

Jack pulled a slight face at the scent of the oil when he poured it into the water between the upraised knees. He then knelt beside the tub, touching the bare shoulder briefly before dipping the cloth in to water, and rubbing it against the bar of soap. Will gripped the edges of the tub with bloodless fingers. Jack started at Will's shoulders, stopping to rinse and relather.

Barbossa watched from beneath heavy lids, following shiney bubbles down pale wet skin. A long nailed hand stroked his thigh where it rested, inching closer to his groin. The other hand propped his chin up, the elbow against the armrest.

A sudden pounding on the door startled all three men. Jack paused, he was rinsing the elbows.

"What!" Barbossa yelled.

" A ship, cap'n, sighted off the port bow!" the voice came through muffled, but clear.

"What sort?" Barbossa didn't move, he continued to stare at the other two, unblinkingly.

"A three mast cap'n! Light guns, sir , a merchant vessel!"

"Get us closer!" Barbossa commanded, hand returning to the armrest. He stood and pointed to the bed, "Over here boys, We've a ship tah grab." He didn't give either man a chance to dry off. He reconnected the chain, first Jack's, pulling the former owner of the Black Pearl into a hard kiss, one hand tangling in dark hair, the other, a bruising grip on a pant covered buttock. He pulled away, only to slap it hard.

Barbossa then turned and went back to the tub, pulling Will out of the water, and running a searching, and invasive hand down the slick body, while his tongue invaded the mouth, walked Will backward to the bed before pushing him down,and then hooked the latch onto his collar.

Barbossa brushed at his now damp clothes, he shrugged , and pulled on his waistcoat (also known as a vest) then his jacket. His hat (a new one, since Jack had cut the top off his old one) went on last.

"I'll fin' ya both sumthin' pretty." He laughed and left the room, locking the door securely behind him.




UP ON DECK


"A'right me mates, load cannons, get us closer, prepare to run our colors!" Barbossa stood tall by the helm, the monkey perched on his shoulder. A few minutes later he told the first mate, a skinny ugly man named White, to run up the skull and crossbones.

"FIRE!" Six cannons at a time fired upon the merchant vessel, the large heavy guns flinging their shot across the sea and into the wooden hull, and into the decking.

The pirates screamed and jumped up and down, brandishing their cutlasses and pistals, eager to loot and spill blood.

Barbossa laughed and tossed the small monkey onto the railing.

"Come on Jack, let's get some booty!" his eyes glazed slightly, "Board 'em boys!" he yelled to his impatient crew.


BELOW DECK
Captain's Cabin

Jack lifted his head from the pillow at Will's softly spoken question.

"Why couldn't he stay dead? I hate him."

"Hate, I reckon. Well, that and that damn monkey." Jack replied, laying his hand on Will's shoulder.

Will sat up, looking at Jack. "I think I know what he wants to do to me, the same I suspect he's done to you."

"Aye." Jack nodded as he moved to sit beside Will on the bed. "Tis his intention to tup ye."

"Gods, Jack." Will looked ill. " I don't want him to touch me."

"There's nothin' to be done 'bout that, lad. Don't tell him that, he's likely to pass ye to the crew, if'n ye tell him to not touch ye." Jack said solemnly.

"I understand that, Jack, really I do." He paused, catching his lower lip between his teeth for a long moment. "Jack, I don't want him to, you know."

"I don't understand, lad." Jack's eyebrows drew together.

"Idon'twanthimtobethefirst." Will mumbled, flushing.

"Oh." Jack thought for a moment, figuring out what was just said. "Ooh." Comprehension. "I see."

"Would you?" The flush flared darker. "I mean, would you, uummm."

"I know what ye mean, and only if yer sure." Jack leaned forward and whispered in Will's ear. "It'd not be a hardship fer me." Jack kissed Will, brushing his lips softly the lad's.

"Yes, Jack. I'm sure." He smiled shyly. "It won't be a hardship for me, either."

They kissed, loosing themselves in the feel and taste of each other.

Jack slid his fingers into Will's damp hair, pressing him to the mattress. He could feel the furnace of Will's body through his trousers, the slick wet that remained from the aborted bath allowing the black haired rogue to slide a hand down Will's torso, his touch firm and certain.



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