Love Knows No Bounds

Sparrington Sex! Bow down to the greatness! Actually, I don't really think it's that great, but that's because I wrote it, and I'll probably think of something better later. But I could just write a different story. But then the whole process starts all over again. I guess I'll be having a bunch of stories then ;) If you don't want to read the sex, then go ahead and skip this chapter, because that's all this is, and you don't really need to read it to understand the last part of this chapter. But if you would like to help me out on how I can perfect my sex scenes, then by all means. Or if you just want to... Anyway, yes.
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Jack kisses James softly and unties his trousers, reaching in to stroke James’s hardness with a teasing hand before pulling the white pants down pale legs, tossing them carelessly somewhere behind him. He drinks in the sight of James stretched out beneath him, running his hands almost lovingly over the trembling body.

James moans in pleasure as Jack’s callused hands caress his skin, and he reaches up, his fingers flitting about the beads and bones and coins in Jack’s hair, tugging lightly whenever Jack finds a particularly sensitive area. His other hand wonders over Jack’s jacket, plucking at the worn material and the shirt beneath rather insistently, silently indicating that they should be taken off, and interrupting Jack’s worship of his body.

Jack gives one last caress to his side and kisses him quickly before climbing off the bed to stand next to it, slowly stripping from his jacket, then taking off his belt with his pistol and sword, and continuing on to take off his shirt. He resists the urge to grin as he gazes at James the entire time, while the man on the bed raises his upper body with his elbows, watching impatiently.

His fingers still at the top of his trousers, and the lack of movement draws a moan from the other man, causing Jack to give in to the grin. He raises his eyebrows and tugs lightly on the ties to his pants, laughing as he unties them when James nods at him enthusiastically.

He toes off his boots before letting his pants fall, his grin widening at the sharp intake of breath from the other man. After stepping out of the pile of cloth at his feet, Jack goes to his desk, rummaging around in one of the drawers and putting a bottle of something on the bed before getting back on himself, settling his body comfortably over James’s.

Slowly kissing a trail from James’s neck to his ear, Jack whispers, “Are you sure?”

An impatient groan fills the air, and James pinches Jack’s side. “I already said yes, what more do you want?”

“Just making sure, James. You won’t regret this and resent me for corrupting you when we’re done?” Jack’s voice almost sounds insecure, and it makes James smile as he sees the emotion in Jack’s expressive brown eyes.

He takes Jack’s face in his hands and brings their faces close together, his lips brushing Jack’s as he speaks, “Are you admitting to caring for me, Jack?” He grins teasingly at Jack. “Oh, what would they say if they could see us now? The great Captain Jack Sparrow and Commodore of the British Royal Navy, who would have – ohhh…”

Nothing had changed in Jack’s demeanor, that James could tell, but there is suddenly a slick finger inside him, twisting, preparing, nearly touching something inside him, making him arch against Jack and his legs to spread, knees bending to gain more leverage to thrust against that finger.

He’s coming undone, Jack slowly stripping away the many layers of Commodore Norrington and laying bare the James underneath. He feels reckless, wild, free. He can’t remember ever feeling this way before, except maybe the first few times he’d ever been on a ship. Jack caresses his face in much the same way the wind had, and he can’t help but think he could live off this feeling of freedom.

James is pulled from his thoughts when a second slick digit enters him, causing him to groan wantonly. “You think an awful lot, James. Tell me, what’s on your mind that’s so absorbing to make you go so still and silent?”

He whimpers softly when Jack twists his fingers just so. “Feels…good…” is about all he can pant out and still remain slightly coherent. Jack chuckles and teases another finger against James’s entrance.

“Jack, please,” James begs, squirming against Jack and tugging lightly on one of his braids. “Want you in me.”

“I’m already in you, love.” Jack grins at the way James is arching against him, clenching his hands in either pleasure or frustration, Jack can’t tell which now. Or maybe both…

“Jack,” James gasps, managing to sound at least a little exasperated as Jack wiggles his fingers. “Not your fingers…not enough…”

“You’re rather greedy,” Jack notes, pulling his fingers from James and reaching for the bottle on the edge of the bed. Oil, James thinks dimly. “What’s in it for me?” Raising an eyebrow.

James drops his head back on the pillow in both relief and disappointment at having Jack’s fingers removed. “I’ll make it up to you after. I promise,” he adds at Jack’s doubtful glance.

“Are you so sure you’ll be around still?” The insecurity starts to creep back into his voice.

“Oh, for the love of – Jack, I’m not going anywhere any time soon. What will it take for you to believe me?” He settles his hands over Jack’s to still them, trying to get Jack to look at him.

Jack avoids his gaze, watching his fingers fiddle with the bottle. James makes an annoyed sound in his throat and takes the oil from Jack, pouring some into his hand before tossing the bottle across the room and taking hold of Jack’s hardness.

That certainly gets Jack’s attention. The dark-eyed man utters a low hum and finally looks at him. “Thank you,” James murmurs, slowly stroking Jack’s length, gradually spreading the oil over Jack.

Jack groans and buries his face in James’s neck, lazily sucking on the skin closest to his mouth, creating a small bruise that stands out wonderfully against the pale skin.

They lie like that for a while, Jack leaving marks over James’s neck and shoulder, while James strokes him. Soon, though, James can feel Jack trembling, and he knows he’s close. He lets go of Jack reluctantly and tugs on another of Jack’s braids. “Jack, now.”

Jack grumbles into his skin, “There you go being greedy again,” but James can feel the grin against his shoulder. Jack lifts himself up and reaches down, guiding his erection to James’s entrance. Just as he’s about to push inside, he looks up and sees the nervous look in James’s eyes. He links the fingers of his free hand with James’s, squeezing gently. “I’ll not hurt you, James.”

“No, I…I know. It’s just…I’ve never done this before.” He looks away, at their hands next to his head, noting how dark Jack’s skin is when next to his own.

Jack smiles reassuringly and squeezes James’s hand again, waiting for him to look in his eyes. “I’ll be gentle.” When he gets a shaky nod in response, he leans down and presses his lips to James’s, trying to calm James. He brushes his lips up to James’s ear. “Relax, love.” Another shaky nod is all he gets, but the tense muscles under him loosen slightly.

Moving his hand to James’s hip, he slowly starts to push inside, the amount of oil used easing the way. A sharp intake of breath reaches his ears right as the muscles tense up again, and he moves his hand to the left, grasping softening flesh in a firm grip and stroking once. When the pain in the moans coming from the younger man subsides, Jack pushes in the rest of the way, stilling once he does to let James adjust. He looks down at James and kisses him softly, coaxing him to open his squeezed-shut eyes.

Bright green eyes blink open and meet dark brown ones. He frowns slightly, squirming around a bit, as if looking for the most comfortable spot and unable to quite find it. “There’s something…not touching…” Though the words don’t seem to make any sense at all, Jack gets it, and he grins wickedly.

“Mmm…You must be talking about…” He grabs hold of James’s hips as he pulls out a little, changing the angle a bit before sliding back in. “…this.” And just as he says that, his cock touches against the something his fingers had been teasingly not touching, making James cry out and buck violently, nearly sending Jack toppling off the bed, if Jack hadn’t been holding on.

“Ahh…again, again…” Jack pulls back to comply, and just like that, James is rendered officially incoherent, babbling nonsensically against Jack’s shoulder as they start a slow, steady rhythm of thrusts, pushes, pulls, James clutching fistfuls of sheets and Jack clutching James.

It continues like this, both of them moaning and whimpering when Jack thrusts back in, their foreheads resting against each other, eyes locked together. They can feel how close the other is, know it’s only a matter of minutes before one or both of them lets go.

It’s James who comes first, arching off the bed, shouting Jack’s name to the ceiling of the cabin, his sweaty skin glistening in the newly arrived moonlight. Jack comes soon after, stilling as he pulses inside James, unable to do anything as the waves of pleasure caress him.

Jack collapses onto James’s heaving chest, chuckling slightly when James doesn’t move at all when he does that. “Wore you out, did I?”

“Mm…” is about all James can manage at the moment, raising a weak hand to ruffle his sweaty, tangled hair.

Jack chuckles again and pulls out of James, settling next to him with an arm draped over James’s stomach. His fingers caress along James’s far hip lightly. He grins when a small chuff of laughter escapes the other’s mouth and he moves around so he can settle his mouth over that spot, biting and sucking softly.

“Ah! Jack, no, stop it, that tickles! Nonono, Jack!” James writhes as Jack continues to nibble on his ticklish spot, holding him down by draping across his thighs and holding an arm over his chest. “Jack, please stop, that’s…uhhn…that’s pleasant…” Jack grins against James’s flesh, sucking harder as his finger strokes along James’s renewing erection. He pulls away and appreciatively taps the dark mark he’s made.

“I seem to remember another bit of flesh that produces the same reaction….right here.” He reaches up and taps just under James’s right ear, his eyes lighting up when James jumps away. “Oh, come on…” Jack wraps an arm around James’s waist and leans over, ready to start creating another mark.

“No!” James pushes Jack over onto his back, then pounces on him like a feline would his prey. “It’s my turn now.”
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Muahahaha! *shrug* That's all I could think of.