Tar And Ember
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,250
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The best part of mornings, when upon creaking an eye open and finding Will there, scooting closer and snuggling firmly against his sleep-warm body didn’t lead to a drowsy tumble, was to watch the man through said eye as he got out of bed, shed his, relatively ancient, threadbare, once-black Led Zeppelin t-shirt...
(“Don’t you reckon it was time to give it a proper burial already?” Said while thumbing the frayed collar, long since lost its elasticity, hoping for a; “No! It’s comfortable, and warm,” to object, together with the strong fingers grabbing Jack’s wrists to be pulled over his head, and a playful smile decorating the “Kind of like you. Should I bury you too?” to nigh unbearable beauty. “Depends,” Jack could never resist filching those smiles with his lips, for keeps, “where you‘d like me to be buried.”)
...snatch the still warm clothing when it’d barely hit the bed, and quickly wriggle into it, listening as Will promised coffee through his chuckle, and then, breath in deep the scent in Will’s pillow, while being wrapped in the scent of Will, hugging it to him, meanwhile the scent of Will nestled softly around Jack’s heart as he dozed off again, hunkering from the memory of all the times the years between had eaten, faded, stolen, left Jack without even a scent.
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The best part of mornings, when upon creaking an eye open and finding Will there, scooting closer and snuggling firmly against his sleep-warm body didn’t lead to a drowsy tumble, was to watch the man through said eye as he got out of bed, shed his, relatively ancient, threadbare, once-black Led Zeppelin t-shirt...
(“Don’t you reckon it was time to give it a proper burial already?” Said while thumbing the frayed collar, long since lost its elasticity, hoping for a; “No! It’s comfortable, and warm,” to object, together with the strong fingers grabbing Jack’s wrists to be pulled over his head, and a playful smile decorating the “Kind of like you. Should I bury you too?” to nigh unbearable beauty. “Depends,” Jack could never resist filching those smiles with his lips, for keeps, “where you‘d like me to be buried.”)
...snatch the still warm clothing when it’d barely hit the bed, and quickly wriggle into it, listening as Will promised coffee through his chuckle, and then, breath in deep the scent in Will’s pillow, while being wrapped in the scent of Will, hugging it to him, meanwhile the scent of Will nestled softly around Jack’s heart as he dozed off again, hunkering from the memory of all the times the years between had eaten, faded, stolen, left Jack without even a scent.
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