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The Troubles of Jack
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,406
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Bugger Me
Jack didn’t consider himself to be a sucker, and he was going to get the information he sought after, one way or another. With his men dying on his own ship and the possiblity of the navy being on his tail (not to mention the threat of other pirates competing for the carribean), Jack’s patience had run thin and he leaned heavily on the hilt of his sword, chuckling dryly in the back of his throat. The lad's story was amusing, but Capitan Sparrow doubted it's authenticity. He had seen port hookers--hell, he had even slept with a few (or more)---and they never looked as fine as this one (claiming to be one, anyway) sitting in front of him, wearing nothing but a pair of loose breeches slung low at the waist.
"So, ye say yer a bugger-boy, eh? That's an creative piece of fiction... I ain't heard that one before." Jack slowly advanced on the boy, his dreads hanging in front of his face, a smirk tilted on his lips. In the darkness, his eyes shone behind their kohl masks, and when he got within a few inches of the lad's naked form he felt the boy breathing heavily, and felt the animal sweat radiating off of him.
Marc swallowed clumsily, nearly pinned to the bed by now, Jack's body hovering over him.
"Prove to me you're an honest man, then, Marky-boy... if ye're such a buggerer, then bugger me!"
With that he grabbed the lad's chin and slanted his mouth, pushing out those plump pink lips. He admired the lad's beauty for a moment, the way the dim candle-light made his skin golden, the way his frightened eyes darted around the room and then came back, again and again, to meekly connect with the Capitan's harsh gaze, his fingertips tightening at Jack's wrist as he squeezed the boy's face painfully.
"What... do you want me to do?" Marc breathed out, a quiery Jack Sparrow did not quite anticipate.
Feeling a coil of lust twist in his belly, the Capitan said what any drunken pirate would say in a moment on intense interrogation such as this; purely for the acquirement of truth, of course... "Take off yer trousers... and suck me off."
Still holding Marc's face, Jack saw the eyes darken and shift to the wall behind him, he saw the white fingers loosen from his wrist and glide down a bare stomach. Those narrow hips lifted off the cot and the breeches slid from the legs, weightless. Jack let his eyes wander, but kept his hand tight on the boy's jaw... he saw the nest of ebony pubes, the pinkened organ laying half-swollen at the thigh.
Jack swallowed. Marc's fingers were undoing the ties on his trousers now, unclipping his belt and toying with the tangled sash. The heavy clothes slumped to his knees. He stayed put, knees crushing Marc's thighs to the cot, his hand moving to the lad's throat, keeping him pinned as the nimble, slender fingers found his flesh (which was already, notably, stiff) and began to work him over.
Marc found Jack's eyes again, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he whispered, "I can't put you in my mouth if you're holding me here like this."
"So, ye say yer a bugger-boy, eh? That's an creative piece of fiction... I ain't heard that one before." Jack slowly advanced on the boy, his dreads hanging in front of his face, a smirk tilted on his lips. In the darkness, his eyes shone behind their kohl masks, and when he got within a few inches of the lad's naked form he felt the boy breathing heavily, and felt the animal sweat radiating off of him.
Marc swallowed clumsily, nearly pinned to the bed by now, Jack's body hovering over him.
"Prove to me you're an honest man, then, Marky-boy... if ye're such a buggerer, then bugger me!"
With that he grabbed the lad's chin and slanted his mouth, pushing out those plump pink lips. He admired the lad's beauty for a moment, the way the dim candle-light made his skin golden, the way his frightened eyes darted around the room and then came back, again and again, to meekly connect with the Capitan's harsh gaze, his fingertips tightening at Jack's wrist as he squeezed the boy's face painfully.
"What... do you want me to do?" Marc breathed out, a quiery Jack Sparrow did not quite anticipate.
Feeling a coil of lust twist in his belly, the Capitan said what any drunken pirate would say in a moment on intense interrogation such as this; purely for the acquirement of truth, of course... "Take off yer trousers... and suck me off."
Still holding Marc's face, Jack saw the eyes darken and shift to the wall behind him, he saw the white fingers loosen from his wrist and glide down a bare stomach. Those narrow hips lifted off the cot and the breeches slid from the legs, weightless. Jack let his eyes wander, but kept his hand tight on the boy's jaw... he saw the nest of ebony pubes, the pinkened organ laying half-swollen at the thigh.
Jack swallowed. Marc's fingers were undoing the ties on his trousers now, unclipping his belt and toying with the tangled sash. The heavy clothes slumped to his knees. He stayed put, knees crushing Marc's thighs to the cot, his hand moving to the lad's throat, keeping him pinned as the nimble, slender fingers found his flesh (which was already, notably, stiff) and began to work him over.
Marc found Jack's eyes again, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he whispered, "I can't put you in my mouth if you're holding me here like this."