Shiver Me Timbers!

Title: Shiver Me Timbers! …Part 5 (I think)

Author: Lydia Nightshade (nightshade10312001@yahoo.com)

Pairing: Jack/Will

Rating: Another NC-17…..oh yeah…definitely NC-17

Beta: HA! Yeah right!

Warnings: Um, I suppose fetish but nothing really that kinky considering how drunk I am.

Archive: my writing journal night_writes

Disclaimer: Once again I own shit but my libido seems to have rolled over in its grave again.

Feedback: Ar it be enjoyed!



Author’s Notes: This is just an idea I had in my head since Orlando mentioned the stockings and shoes from the first movie. I struggled at whether to make it Jack/Will or Johnny/Orlando. Who knows I might do both, but for now it’s Capt. Jackie that gets to fuck the boy senseless. Also I know it says part 4, but this is really just a series of hump fics so it’s not like you’re missing some serious plot points if you haven’t read the first ones. All you missed was sex… aw, that sounds so sad!



Damn period hormones and wine!



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“Boots again, eh?” Jack commented looking down at Will’s feet as he took a break from the usual daunting tasks of running a ship. The lad had been aboard the ship for so long he had acquired the usual pirate garb that served its practical uses… but it didn’t turn Jack on and after all, wasn’t that the point of having the lad on board?



“You helped me pick them out, Jack. You can’t really expect me to run around a ship in stockings and fancy shoes can you? I’d fall and break my neck and then who would tuck you in when you’re too drunk?” Jack muttered under his breath, eyes still fixed on the offending objects.



“Hmph,” he mumbled, poking at his lover’s boots with a piece of wood he’d been picking at—the Pearl wasn’t always in tip top shape these days. “They’re so… booty though.” He looked at them with such disgust that Will couldn’t help laugh at the perplexed look on the older man’s face.



“I can’t believe they bother you so much. I thought you liked booty,” he purred, nudging the distressed man next to him. Jack looked up briefly, amused, but still not able to take his eyes off the boots. “You’ve lost your mind Jack.” Will laughed, getting up and going back to his duties. Jack watched his lithe lover walk away, admiring the tightness of the lad’s pants, but not able to get past the thought of those muscular calves encased in silky stockings and fancy healed shoes. That was the William Turner he’d fallen for.



“Bloody boots. Nothing kinky about boots.” He bemoaned, taking one more shot of rum before going back to his duties.



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Jack walked to his cabin, fully drunk now as was his wont. He couldn’t stop thinking about those stupid boots William was so damned proud of. Now he looked like everyone else on his crew… Well, if everyone else on his crew was utterly shaggable, which they weren’t.



“Sleep.” He mumbled to himself, swinging the door open. He headed straight to the desk where his rum bottle was and didn’t even look to the bed until he heard the willowy voice of his lover clearing his throat.



“Good evening, Captain.” Jack looked over through blurry eyes to see William in his old clothes, sprawled out on the bed and dangling a very familiar shoe from his index finger. “It’s been a while.” Jack’s jaw dropped as he followed the motion of said shoe hanging from Will’s finger as the lad slipped it back onto his stocking clad foot. “I was riffling through my old belongings and found these silly old stockings.” He said nonchalantly as he slipped the shoe on. He lifted his leg up seductively to admire it. “What do you think I should do with them?”



Jack only groaned deep in his throat as he watched Will run his delicate hand up his leg, slowing pulling the pant leg with it. The lad obviously knew what this was doing to the older man and was enjoying every minute of it. “I could think of a few things,” he managed to squeak out.



“Really?” Will asked absentmindedly. “I was thinking of just throwing them out.”



“NO!” Jack belted out before he could stop himself. Will looked up in amusement, his bright smile melting the old pirate’s heart and enflaming his hormones. “I mean, that is a conundrum if ever I heard one.” Gaining back some control Jack slinked up to the bed with all the poise of a jungle cat.



Settling down at the foot of the bed by Will’s feet he let his own hand tentatively run up the stocking clad leg—gently stroking it. “God I missed these,” he moaned, leaning down to rub his cheek against the much loved material. Will smiled and spread his legs further, his open shirt sliding off his shoulder to reveal supple tanned flesh. Jack locked eyes with the lad and started to place small kisses up Will’s calf, his tongue darting out every now and then to tease him.



The tiny whimpers of glee set Jack’s mind on fire and he could already feel the heat pooling in his groin. Will didn’t look like it, but he could be quite the vamp when he wanted to be. Something Jack both loved and sometimes regretted when he there was no time to properly appreciate the lad’s efforts.



“Those pants look itchy,” Jack said slyly, letting his hand roam up further to rest in between his lover’s legs causing a small mewl of pleasure to escape Will’s velvety lips. “Are they?” He asked, gently squeezing the lad’s bollocks through the fabric for emphasis. Will nodded through glazed eyes and gladly undid the buckle holding them on. Without much effort Jack whipped the pants right off leaving the lad in only his oversized shirt, stockings and shoes.



“Gods save you from me, William Turner,” Jack growled seductively as he advanced on his prey. Will was more than happy to oblige the advances, pulling the pirate down for a passionate kiss. The blacksmith gladly allowed Jack’s tongue to invade his mouth and plunder all that he had as he arched his body to press his very obvious erection against Jack’s still clothed one.



Jack pulled back only to remove his shirt and lower his pants and then was back on top of the young man, devouring his mouth. Will moaned and wrapped his legs around Jack’s narrow hips, pushing their bodies closer. Jack’s hand slid back to pull one of Will’s legs up over his shoulder, his fingers lingering on the silky material again. Will went to pull the stockings off, but was stopped by a very stern hand.



“No, no love. Leave them on,” Jack whispered, letting his other hand slide up Will’s inner thigh to tease the sensitive flesh there. Jack took the erotic noises coming from the slim frame to be marks of approval and he continued his quest. Letting his calloused fingers ghost their way up the still milky white flesh, he ever so lightly brushed against his lover’s cock—just enough to make the lad tremble and undulate his hips unconsciously for more friction.



Pleased by the response Jack turned again to the stocking clad leg over his shoulder, placing more kisses on it before moving up the leg and eventually trailing down to the juncture between Will’s legs. Once there he took a firm hold on the boy’s hips and nuzzled the small patch of hair right about the boy’s throbbing member. He loved to tease William, it was so unbelievably easy.



“No fair,” Will pouted when he tried to move his body to get some sort of friction to help quell the throbbing need he felt coursing through his entire body. “You always get the upper hand.”



“Pirate,” Jack answered, breathing hotly onto his lover’s twitching sex. Will gasped and tried to arch up, but Jack kept him firmly in place. “Hold still, William. If you move at all I’ll stop.” Will groaned in understanding, but complied as Jack released his hips only to grip his calves to get a better feel of the material there. Jack spread Will’s legs more to see the puckered opening just waiting for what was to come and he smirked. “I love it when you’re ready for me,” he purred, leaning down to flick his tongue out in a teasing motion. Will yipped, but made a conscious effort to remain still as his lover assaulted his body with a very skilled tongue.



Jack’s calloused thumbs stroked Will’s calves while his tongue teased the boy’s opening before moving up to the throbbing organ standing erect in the dimly lit cabin. “Now what happens when I do this?” Jack cooed, placing small, sucking kisses to the base, slowly working his way up. Will gripped the sheets, sweat beading on his brow as he made a desperate attempt to stay still as he’d been ordered to. “I didn’t say you couldn’t make noise, love. Feel free to let the whole crew know I’m driving you up a wall of ecstasy,” Jack taunted, giving a small flick to the head of Will’s cock.



“Guh! You’re so full of yourself, Jack!” Will gasped out, trying desperately to not move. “Fuck, that feels so good. Stop teasing…” he begged, his own hands running down his body and rubbing at his pebbled nubs.



“Got to have me fun, love.” Jack teased before swallowing the youth in his mouth. Will threw his head back and moaned deep in his throat as the hot cavern consumed his cock. He bucked up his hips, not caring anymore, hands grabbing at whatever part of flesh he could get. Finally he let one rest on top of Jack’s head letting the older man set the pace. He licked his lips and pulled up one of Jack’s had to suck on the digits, mimicking the other man’s ministrations on his body.



Jack let out a guttural moan, sending shock waves down Will’s cock and through his body causing his eyes to roll back into his head. “Fuck,” was all he got out around the older man’s fingers in his mouth. Jack smiled around the fleshy shaft in his mouth and pulled his fingers away from William’s delectable mouth to trace the boy’s entrance. Will pushed back onto the two fingers Jack coaxed into his channel, working himself into a frenzied state.



“Easy lad, don’t want you coming yet,” Jack’s dulcet voice cooed when he finally released the boy’s member. Will was obviously impatient at this point and he used his legs to push Jack’s head back down toward his turgid sex. “Demanding little minx aren’t you?” Jack said amused as he gripped the boy’s ankles and spread Will wide open for him to see.



It was quite the sight to see William Turner fully aroused, flushed, glistening in the moonlight and begging to be finished off. Strands of hair had fallen from his well kempt ponytail and stuck to his temples making him the very picture of sin and seduction. Twitching thighs and roaming hands, pulling up the fabric of his shirt to reveal well chiseled abs—Jack loved it.



“Jack, please—I can’t stand it,” Will pleaded seductively, sliding his hands up his thighs as far as he could. Jack leaned down to possessively kiss the lad and put him back into placation before he continued. Will knew what Jack was doing and let it be done. He lay back against the pillows of their bed and relished the feel of Jack’s hot body pressed against his own. Feeling the pirate’s own hardness pressed against his opening made him quiver in arousal. He felt Jack push up his shirt and grab at his chest, needing the flesh and making him squirm in delight. It was all a build up for the final act, one giant thrust into Will’s tight channel.



Caught slightly off guard Will gasped as his body stretched to allow Jack inside him, in the most intimate way. He sighed when the pirate was fully inside him and smiled at the look of pure bliss he saw on Jack’s face. Will reached up and stroked the side of his lover’s sweaty face, letting his thumb slip inside the wet cavern that had driven him to near madness just moments earlier. Jack willing accepted the digit and treated it just like he had Will’s cock as he started to piston into the tight, lithe body beneath him.



Will chocked on his cries of pleasure as Jack angled himself with practiced ease to hit that one spot that would drive the Blacksmith over the edge. Pushing back to meet Jack’s thrusts Will squeezed his muscles in an attempt to make Jack cum sooner than he wanted. It was always a competition between the two.



“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Jack muttered as he felt himself involuntarily quickening his pace to frenzy. Will was going to win this round if he didn’t finish the lad off quickly. Thinking only with his lower head he licked his palm and started to pump Will furiously causing the youth’s eyes to roll back into his skull once again before he cried out his climax loudly.



“Jaaaaaaack!” he wailed his body shaking from the intensity of it all. That was enough to send Jack spiraling down his own road of blurred vision and lax muscles. He unceremoniously collapsed onto his lover, their sweaty bodies entwining as Jack went limp still buried deep within the blacksmith—just as Will liked it.



Will stretched his legs out to avoid the cramp he could feel coming from being up so high for so long, before using them to push Jack even closer to him. “I love it when you stay inside me,” he sighed, stroking back some stray beads and hairs from Jack’s face. He cradled the older man to his chest and relaxed in the afterglow of their lovemaking session. Jack mewled happily and snuggled his head into Will’s chest, letting his hands trace nonsensical patterns in the sheen of sweat covering the smooth tanned skin.



“If I’d known these annoying things turned you on so much I never would have bought those bloody uncomfortable boots,” Will chuckled after a few moments of silence. “I thought for sure you were a leather man.” Jack nipped at Will’s dusky nipple through the thin fabric of his shirt playfully making the younger man squeak in shock. “Bugger!”



“Yes I am, and you love me for it.” Jack countered, not missing a beat. His voice was clearly tired, but he still couldn’t stop his hand from trying to stroke the stockings Will had on. “No, young Master Turner, I’m a stockings man. Always have had a fetish for them—don’t know why.” He snapped one, happy to make William squeak once again.



“Would you like to wear them next time?” Will asked, bending his knees to make it easier for Jack to get at the material. The pirate looked up at him dazedly and smiled impishly.



“I just might.”



~Fin~



Bleck, so that wasn’t the best sex scene ever, but fuck it. I’m tired and drunk. That’s the problem with fanfiction, you get what you pay for. A-HA!