Cove of Dreams

Cove of Dreams

Author: GundamNymph

E-mail: gundamnymph@yahoo.com

Rating: R to Nc-17

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Pairing: Will/Norrington

Archive: Sure, just PLEASE tell me.

Feedback?: YES! Reply with feedback or no more N/W fics! LO Dis Disclaimer: Jack ‘commandeered’ the characters for me so I could write this. They USED to belong to the Mouse. ^_^ I’ll return them later, or else Will will nag me.

Summary: Songfic? Elizabeth is off in another world now and James checks in on Will, worried he’s drowning in grief. W/N hint of E/N and N/E Based on Dreams To Dream. Lovely song, who cares if it was done for Fivel Goes West? ^_^

Warnings: DUH! Hello! This IS SLASH! Go back if you don’t like.

Notes: Was listening to Dreams to Dream (have been a lot lately) and decided to do a fic on it. And what types of fics have we been craving? Why, N/W of course! ^_^ I am SO happy that the Plot Bunny that bit my in the ass for this one actually STAYED until I was done. *does happy dance* Best to listen to the song while you read this. It’s lovely. Bit fluffy, though.


This is dedicated to Ponderosa, Cheshire and all those others who have been longing for more W/N.


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Will hugged his knees, staring up at the twilight sky slowly filling with stars. A lone hot tear escaped his eye as he closed them. He rested his forehead against his knees, lost in his wandering mind.

No one would find him here. No one would bother to look for the poor blacksmith. Who would care? Elizabeth had gone off on her own adventure and Jack was finally reunited with his one true love.


************
I lose my way,
no one cares.
The words I say,
no one hears.

My life it seems,
is a world of dreams…
************


James Norrington watched the curled figure, eyes dark in thought as he slowly walked over. Will Turner wasn’t worth anyone’s time, people frown own would say. The only reason they tolerated the ‘pirate’s’ presence was that Mr. Brown finally keeled over in his alcohol and Turner was the only smithy left.

But James knew different.

Will Turner was dark where he was pale, his clothing worn where his was crisp, he was headstrong and rash where James was collected and cool. But that smile…and those eyes. The younger man was beautiful, more fair in his own way than Elizabeth Swann could ever be. Elizabeth herself had taken notice sometime during her rescue, but Sparrow had seen it from the start.

As had he.

And what had he done? Let rules and regulations hold him back. Let his title make him stutter a proposal to Miss Swann. In the end, he had been immensely grateful he was able to break it off. But handing her over to Will was bittersweet, even though he knew he’d never be able to touch the boy.


*************
Deep in the night,
you’ll find me.
Dream and you’re right,
behind me.

Stay,
If you stay,
We’ll dream the night away…
************


Will didn’t look up as he sat down and didn’t even seem to realize he was there. James took the time to watch him, noting the damp face as well as the dry eyes. Will seemed to have cried his tears over Elizabeth.

He looked out over the crashing waves and inhaled deeply. This little cove was lovely and he could see why Will came here for time to himself. Had he not been taught by the best, James would not have found this paradise at all.

"She will come back. Elizabeth."

Will moved his gaze to the rolling waves, burying his bare feet in the fine sand still warm from the day’s sun. "Yes, but not for me. She is finally free now, even with the shadow of a husband over her. I would not take that from her."

James stared at the boy’s profile, drinking in the defined beauty. It seemed that Will was coming into his own now, after all these years. But as James continued to think, he remembered that there had always been a wisdom in those wide eyes, even as a child. "She will come back, though. From what I heard tell, she is planning on coming back to live here as soon as she’s married."

Will nodded, distracted. James just looked back out over the sea to the painted masterpiece on the horizon. The Caribbean, he thought, always had the better sunsets.

"Why are you here?"

He looked to Will who was now staring at him. "Why wouldn’t I be?"

Mirth danced briefly in those eyes before disappearing. "For one, you’re ruining your uniform."

James raised an eyebrow at the sand invading his velvety blue coat and the mist dampening his white trousers. "You may be right at that." But his tone was still light.

Will’s eyebrows reached his hairline. "And you don’t care? What will the Lieutenant say when he sees you?"

James snorted. "Gillette is a childish, pompous bastard who only looks for a promotion. I care little for what he says. The only real person you should listen to is Groves."

Will gave a slight nod, knowing of who he spoke. He stared at his hands as they ran through the sand, drawing patterns.

"It’s lovely here. Your own paradise, if I may say so."

A wistful smile lit Will’s face as he stared out at the sea again. "As much as I’d hate Jack being right about anything, he was certainly right about my blood. I came here often as a child. I found it when I was trying to hide from the town boys…"

He trailed off as James nodded. Turner had been slight even as a child. The boys always used to beat him and brew fights. "But then you learned to fight back and never take their spite."

Was that a hint of pride in that cultured voice? Of course.

Will was staring intensely at him again. "Thanks to you."

"Ah, but it was you who took the initiative."

Will looked back out at the sunset. "I always wondered if it was because of you that their mothers never gave me any trouble."

A hint of a smile rose on James’s face. "I might have had a hand in it, but you earned their respect in the long run. They wished their own sons were like you. You always had the best manners." Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Will blush.

James looked about the small beach, so well hidden by flush foliage, trees and rocks. A homemade hammock was hung on one tree, ready for use at any time. It seemed that Will came here often, whenever his dreams or hopes were put to the test. James himself always had to make do with his office or bedroom for silence, and even those weren’t completely private.


************
Dreams to dream.
In the dark of the night,
when the world
goes wrong,
I can still make it right.

I can see,
so far in my dreams.
I’ll follow my dreams,
until they come true.
************


"I don’t want to intrude, but…"

Will looked up at him, curiosity painting his face.

"Can I…possibly come here every once in a while? I know it’s your cove, but-"

The younger man blinked, started by the question.

"I know I shouldn’t even ask and normally I can live fine with no privacy, but it’s…been a bit-"

"Commodore-"

"James." He looked up to see Will staring at him with confusion, but reluctant delight shown in those incredible eyes. "You may call me James away from public ey"
"

"James," the name was foreign on those lips, but it still rolled beautifully off them. "You don’t need to ask me. It’s not mine, anyone can come here. Including you. I’m sure someone as busy as you needs it more than me."

He met those brown eye"Why"Why do you come here? Besides the obvious reasons?"

Will gave a small, sheepish grin as he looked around the beach. "Why anyone would, I guess. Daaminaming? Clearing my thoughts? Calming myself after a hard day…"

James nodded his understanding while letting his own hand trail through the sand.

"Co-James, you didn’t answer my question."

He turned to raise an eyebrow at Will in question, clearly have forgotten it.

Will escaped his gaze and ducted his head as he blushed. "Why are you here?"

He stared at the young man sitting next to him on the sand. A crab scuttled over to nip inquiringly at the boy’s foot, but Will just wiggled his toes at it, not minding the slight sting at all. A curl blew loose from Will’s ponytail and flew right into those brown eyes…eyes filled with confusion, longing and sadness.
reacreached over and pulled the strand away to tuck behind Will’s ear. The boy turned to look at him, eyes wide with surprise. James breath caught as he tried desperately to decipher the emotion in them.

Taking a chance, James leaned forward and kissed him.


************
There is a star,
waiting to guide us.
Shining inside us,
when we close our eyes.
***********


Will’s mouth was soft, opening in a gasp of surprise. James leaned closer, cupping the back of Will’s head and drawing him closer. There was no resistance and he deepened the kiss. Soon, Will was clutching him and kissing him back.

James moaned when his tongue was granted access, enjoying the sweet taste of his blacksmith’s mouth. Will’s tongue rose to greet his, eager but tentative in his inexperience. James smiled, giving one last sweep of his tongue before parting…and nearly having his breath stolen from him.

Will was looking at him with half lidded eyes and a swn mon mouth. It was the most beautiful sight James had ever seen and he had had his sha share of lovers in the past. He stroked a tan cheekbone, watching as the brown eyes cleared and were filled with confusion.

"I…I don’t," Will’s voice was husky and it sent heat down through his body.

James tilted his head to the side. "It seems you thought Mr. Sparrow and Miss Swann wehe ohe only ones who cared about you?"

Will nodded his head absentmindedly and he looked down at the youth with despair.

"It’s not true. Will, I’ve cared for you for a very long t Dar Dare I say even when you were brought aboard my ship all those years ago?"

Will stared at him, eyes still wide and fingers brushing his tenderized lips. "What?"

He pulled back slightly, turning in the cooling sand to look at the multicolored clouds. He swallowed, trying to get past the lump in his throat. "It was always hard not to notice you. You always shined brightly, especially when you smiled. A lovely little boy eager to please and helpful when you could be. And then you started to grow up.

"I’m not one of the dunderheads that actually believed Brown was still making swords. The man could barely make a proper sword himself. Had anyone the time or care to truly appreciate the works coming out of the Smithy, they would have known it was you by the way each piece was carefully sculpted and lovingly detailed."

Will saw James glance at him briefly, dark eyes twinkling green in the light of the sunset. He felt cold and hot at the same time as the Commodore spoke, not for once ever believing this was truly happening. He had admired the man since he was a child, always looking up to the tall Lieutenant and then Captain. He had never once dreamed that this man, who he highly respected, even cared for the likes of him.

And then there was that whole thing with Elizabeth. "Elizabeth?"

James leaned back on his elbows, staring up at the sky as he tried to make sense of that mess. "I felt I needed a and and the Governor was always nudging me towards Elizabeth. The man has absolutely no tact at all. She’s a beautiful woman with a kind heart." He grinned. "You should have seen me stutter around her. I was always nervous as a young colt around her. Very embarrassing."

He could feel Will’s eyes burning into him and he looked up to meet those lovely eyes again.

"So, you ’t l’t love her?"

"I cared for her, but no, I didn’t love her."

"And you…love me?"

James mouth quirked before he looked back out at the tossing waves. "Yes. I do."

There was a silence that seemed to stretch for hours. And then there was a tentative hand on his stomach. He looked up to see wondering eyes close to his, breath tickling his dark hair. He had his his wig and hat on a rock somewhere behind on the pathway.


************
Come with me,
you will see what I mean.
There’s a world inside,
no one else ever sees.

You will go,
so far in my dreams.
Somewhere in my dreams.
Your dreams will come true.
************


"You love me." It wasn’t a question, just an incredulous statement.

James sat up until their noses were on the verge of brushing. "Yes, I love you. How anyone can resist those eyes or smile I’ll never know."

A blush stained Will’s cheeks, conflicting beautifully with the light tan. Will bit his lip, still throbbing from their kiss, and stared into those shaded blue eyes. He brought up a hesitant hand and stroked the fair skin of James’s face. He watched in amazement as the Commodore turned into the gesture, closing his eyes in relish.

Will ran his fingers long James’s jaw, letting them fall to the bared throat and into the small space where the top buttons on the uniform were undone. He looked over the powerful figure beneath him, his face heating at the sight of a bulge in those white trousers.

Clearly James could care less about his rough hands, palms thick with calluses and scars. Since the cave at Isla De Muerta, he felt the first stirrings of hope.

He leaned down and brought his lips to James’s, losing himself immediately in the sensations rolling through his body. There was only a slight hesitation from his counterpart and then he was kissing him back passionately. Heat flared through Wil Jam James pulled him down onto his body. As soon as the beginnings of their erections came into contact, light exploded behind their closed eyelids.

Will pulled away, breathless and panting, pulling frantically at the Naval uniform beneath him. James leaned up, kissing his face sweetly and urgently. Will became distracted as he leaned in for another kiss.

"Are you sure you want this? With me?" James asked when they parted.


************
Don’t let go,
if you stay close to me,
in my dreams tonight,
you will see what I see.

Dreams to dream.
As near as can be,
inside you and me,
they always come true.
************


"Yes," Will hissed into his ear, tugging once again at the complicated clothing. James moaned again as the younger man once again brought their clothed erections into contact.

The coat and vest came free and he started on the white shirt and scarf. When their legs became entangled, he vaguely noticed that James had managed to slip his boots off somehow. He eagerly rubbed his legs and bare feet against his partner’s.

Too long had he been touched in such a way. Such a loving way.

Hands fumbled with his belt and he stilled long enough for James to slip it off. And then Will was under him, back pressing into the sliding sand. He watched, breathless, as James slowly removed his clothing. Rapture and complacency colored the Commodore’s face. Will’s heart skipped a beat as he finally let himself believe this was no dream of his.

"You love me," he repeated as his tunic and shirt were tossed aside. "Why did you wait so long?" Why did you let me suffer?

James heard the unspoken question as well and regret filled his eyes. "I didn’t think you could possibly feel this way." He stroked dark curls away from Will’s face. "You grew up in a prejudice society and you always had eyes for Elizabeth. I never thought one such as you would even think of me that way."

Warm hands traced designs reverently down his torso and Will squirmed, not used to such contact. He gasped as one grazed a nipple and the bud hardened.

"Am I right to assume you’ve never been touched?"

Will nodded his head, hands burying in the sand and toes curling as those hands wandered down. Fingers gently tugged at the laces, tossing the bindings aside and then slipping the cloth down lean thighs. He gasped as they were dragged over his sensitive shaft. Arching up desperately to be rid of the confining clothes, James was able to take them off easily.

And then he was bto tto the world. Despite the adrenaline rushing through him, he could feel his cheeks heat further in a self-conscious blush. He moved his legs awkwardly, fighting every instinct to cover himself.

"Never," came James breathless voice. "Never be ashamed of your body, little one. You’re beautiful."

Will trembled as lips ghosted over his fevered skin and then he jumped as a large hand closed itself over his throbbing member. He panted, shutting his eyes tight as long fingers rubbed against him, almost teasing him. He groaned and jerked as a thumb was drawn over his foreskin and then the slit at the tip.

He came with a silent cry, pearly fluid spurting over James’s hand. He lay in a quivering pile of limbs as his orgasm tore through him. Lips started to kiss him again as his vision rned ned and he looked up into his lover’s fond eyes.

He gave a sheepish grin. "Sorry."

James chuckled. "I actually don’t mind at all."

Before Will could reply, he was being kissed again. James’s bare chest came into contact with his and he shudde He He pulled away to see the Commodore’s white shirt and trousers in the sand beside his cing.ing. He blushed again as he timidly looked down at his lover’s elegant body.

James sighed as Will hesitantly ran his hands along those incredible muscles. Light kisses showered his face and he basked in the glow of love he felt. The kisses wandered down his throat and then his chest. He looked up and James met his gaze even as he began to play with his lover’s nipple.

Will threw his head back, leaning into the touch as James’s tongue rubbed and his teeth nipped the skin into a hard pebble. The other nipple received the same blessing and it was only when James nudged his legs apart that Will realized he was hard again.

He blushed.

"Do you have any idea how attractive you look when you blush?"

Will blushed harder, but looked at his lover inquiringly. James returned the look seriously. "Are you ready for this? Or shall we wait another time when you’re more prepared?"

Will looked at him, uncomprehending.

A finger slick with come trailed down from underneath his shaft and sack to his cleft…and then further on until they circled around his puckered entrance.

Will became wide eyed as he stared at James. "Wha?"

"It’s how men take each other. It stings a bit the first time…"

Will stared at the man, half crouched over his legs, body glowing in the dimming light. He suddenly felt a surge of love and adoration for the concerned man and captured his lips in a fierce kiss.

He pulled away enough so he could speak. "I love you."

He could feel James’s eyes open wide with a ter ter of lashes. Could see those blue eyes, golden green in a few places from the remaining sunlight, stare at him in wonder. Will managed a smile through his nervousness.

"Go ahead."

Those eyes softened and he was being kissed again. He let James lower him to the sand, let that finger return, but still tensed a bit when the finger entered.

He looked up at his lover, still perplexed.

James kissed his nose and cheeks. "I have to prepare you, love. Otherwise it will be the worst hurt imaginable."

He nodded, still a little bewildered, but let himself be caught up in another wild kiss. The finger entered him and he forced himself to relax. This was James Norrington. The man would never hurt him. The man loved him.

The finger twisted and suddenly he jerked as stars ruptured behind his eyelids. He cried out and clutched at his lover.

"What was that?!"

James nibbled affectionately on his ear as he whispered, "That was your sweet spot. All males have it."

Willred red at him, jealously beginning to tug at his mind…until the finger curled again and the stars returned. Another finger slipped lmoslmost unnoticed as the other continued to hit that same spot. He was shivering by the time a third entered and a burn was starting as those fingers stretched him.

He thrust against those fingers, regardless of theng, ng, as they continued to widen and relax the ring of muscle.

"Almost. Just one more?" James’s voice was strained and Will looked up at his lover.

The man’s eyes were shut tightly, face twisted in yearning and ecstasy. His body had a sheen of sweat coating his fair skin, just like his. The sight of James’s hand disappearing between his legs nearly made him come again.

The fourth finger slipped in and Will gave up on his control. He wrapped his long legs around James’s waist and thrust again, this time letting his thigh rub against his lover’s leaking erection.

He watched with no small amount of delight as James gasped and those bright eyes opened again in surprise.

"I’m ready."

James could no longer fight the heat raging through him. He withdrew his fingers from the opening and guided his shaft so that it nudged against it. Will bucked again and the tip was forced inside. James cried out as searing heat tightened around his throbbing erection and had a mind to snarl at his lover.

He slowly continued to enter Will, not stopping until he was completely inside. Will was writhing in pained bliss beneath him, panting harshly.

The tight heat surrounding him nearly undid him then and there. He focused his gaze on his new lover, forcing himself to give Will time to adjust.

He was beautiful. The boy’s lean limbs were spread out and his head was thrown back, Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to control his emotions. James reached down to cup his cheek and Will looked up at him, emotions chasing each other in those brown depths. A small smile peeked past that reddened mouth and Will nodded dazedly for him to continue.

James closed his eyes as he pulled out, the air much cooler than the heat it left, and shivered. He stopped when his tip was the only part inside and then thrust back in, making sure to hit Will’s spot again. Will yelped and arched off the sand as James cried out breathlessly. The thrusting was slow at first, measured, but soon they were lost to instinct and the paradise around them faded.

Will howled as he came minutes later, fingers digging into his lover’s shoulders. James took one look at him and followed, crying out the boy’s name as if it were a prayer. He crumbled next to the tan body, clutching at Will as he shook.

Will looked over at him a few moments later, lashes still fluttering and smiled. James smiled back as he traced those exquisite features with a trembling hand.


************
Inside you and me,
they always come true…
************


He clasped Will’s hand in his, tracing the scars on it as he kissed his lover tenderly. Will returned it sleepily.

"Best you get some rest, love. You’re exhausted."

Will peered at him cautiously, slightly indignant. "What about you?"

James grinned boyishly. "I’ll stay. Groves can keep an eye on Gile une until I arrive tomorrow."

"I always liked him. Groves, I mean."

James chuckled and Will reveled in how it made his ear vibrate. "So did I."

Will snuggled up against him while James used his scarf to clean them off as best he could. "This won’t be a short term thing, will it? I mean, I know it won’t last forever, but…"

James rested his chin in that mass of soft curls and hugged his lover tightly. "As long as I live this will never end. Well, only as long as you return these feelings. I won’t hold you back if you find someone else. "

"Only in your dreams," Will murmured as he drifted off to sleep.

James stared off at the moon lazily rising in the sky. "No. In my nightmares."


A/N: Well, I’m surprisingly pleased with this one. How about you? I know it’s a bit corny in a few places…but at least it’s N/W! ^_^ Still plugging away at my other PotC fics as well as those Sleepy Hollow ones. *sigh* if aif all the OTHER Plot Bunnies would stop long enough for me to finish them…

I’m eager to finish a few of my SH slash fics.

I have one or two other W/N started, but they’re not exactly shaping well. Will take a while to finish, if ever.

Hope you liked!

^_~GN