Caught

Author: Enkanowen
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Pirates of the Caribbean smut
Pairing: Jack/Will
Timeline: the journey to Tortuga
Warnings: lots of hot sweaty sexy boylove


Caught


“Get me some water, whelp,” Jack’s voice came from the bridge.

“Me?” Will looked up at Jack; he had been watching the water pass away under the bough of the ship.

“No the other wench on this boat,” Jack smirked, “’course you.”

“I am NOT a wench!”

“Oh you’re my wench, alright,” Jack grinned broader, “but of course it is your disposition to decline my request and I shall die of thirst here at the wheel and poor Elizabeth will be dead before we know it and you will be lost at sea until you find a demise similar to mine.”

“You could have just said pleased!” Will growled and grabbed a water skin and gave it to Jack who drank greedily from the skin, his Adam’s apple sensually bobbing beneath his skin as the water slowly dribbled down his chin and dripped onto his shirt. Will had the sudden need to lap up the water and drink it from Jack’s lips, to ravish the pirate’s mouth and –

Jack’s eyes caught Will’s for a moment and it seemed as though Jack knew Will’s innermost thoughts, but the moment passed when n Jack belched noisily, staggered and grabbed the wheel again. The young man needed to be alone for the desire in his loins began to swell and threatened to tent out Will’s rather tight breeches.

“You look pale,” Jack muttered, “get some rest before all your strength is spent and I have to chase after the lass on me onesies.”

Will closed the door quietly behind him, Jack was still up by theel, el, holding course. Will had looked tired and exhausted from days with little or no sleep and hard labouut tut the sea had calmed and Jack had sent him down below to take some rest. However, rest was not what Will could think about at the moment. Loneliness made itself obvious in more than just one way and young Will tried to suppress a moan when his erection brushed against the back of the chair.

“Damn pirate,” he muttered under his breath for the image of jack’s lips drippinth wth water haunted him.

Looking guilty, he made sure the door was completely closed and the curtains drawn before he slowly undressed himself. It had been a while since he had been given any pleasure by himself or others and though he knew Jack to be on deck, he wished to enjoy himself most thoroughly.

The orange light falling through the curtains told him that nightfall would come soon. His first intentions were to wait until the sun had set and indulge in pre ple pleasures in complete darkness upon his bed. His manhood throbbed in protest at that thought and slowly, Will pulled his shirt over his head gasping as the rough fabric brushed his nipples. He needed release soon.

A sudden thought shot through him: the captain’s cabin. It felt so wrong it made the head of Will’s cock weep with excitement and for a moment he thought he would not be able to contain himself. He took a few long deep breaths avoiding to think about the excitement he would have.

Faintly, he heard Jack singing non-sensical rhymes to himself as he sailed the ship across the ocean to Tortuga, the pirate city. Will slipped into silken robes that must have been left in the cabin for the convenience of those traveling on The Interceptor.

Quietly, he slid from his cabin a level up, to where the captain’s quarters were. Jack had rearranged the once elegant look of late 18th century luxury, to fit the tastes of an eccentric pirate. A few drapes hung over the large four-post bed and every pillow on the ship must have somehow found its way on top of the bed. Will exhaled audibly. He was a proper man but something inside him had taken control over his actions as he rummaged through the bedside table in order to find something exotic to lubricate himself with.

He found a small bottle filled with rose petal coloured oil and opened the stopper to smell it. It was most intoxicating, like mangos and sandalwood, yet indescribably crisp. Will’s manhood throbbed demandingly and the young man poured a small amount of the already half empty bottle into the palm of his hand. It tingled deeply into his nerves making him pant with anticipation.

Slowly, he dragged his slender fingers along the satin skin of his throbbing shaft. The oil spread a glistening sheen across him and penetrated the sensitive organ so deeply Will had to bite back a loud moan. His senses became clouded with the heave scent of the oil; his vision blurred slightly and a wave of utter need washed away any resemblance of rationality.

The feeling of his finger raking over his chest was so intense it was nearly unbearable; Will stumbled back a few steps only to find himself on his back in Jack’s plethora of pillows. Will’s loins screamed for release as his hand lazily brushed against the still-growing shaft. Sparks danced before his eyes as he wrapped his coated hands around himself and slowlyokedoked the throbbing flesh; breath came raggedly from his throat.

“At least now it is confirmed,” a familiar voice came from the doorway of the cabin, “young Will is not a eunuch.”

Will’s world tumbled upside down as he tried to decide on whether to laugh, cry, throw up or spontaneously evaporate. His heart had skipped a few beats and frantically he was trying to search for something to say; something that would make this horrible sense of guilt and embarrassmjustjust disappear.

“Didn’t say stop,” Jack looked intently at Will whose hands were trying to pull the robe closed over his still raging erection, “did I now, my whelp?”

Jack was leaning against the doorway, wearing his ragged pants, shirt and faded red scarf to keep his braided and dreaded hair out of his face. An oil lamp glowing outside of the cabin basked him in an eerie glow. There was no sign of shock on the sun and weather beaten face; the smile playing around Jack’s lips was not at all mocking, but seemed almost an expression of deep caring. His eyes reflected this expression, however a spark of lust made his deep brown eyes shimmer black.

“Jack, I-“ Will had somehow found words inside his blank mind.

“Shh,” Jack’s voice was husky with excitement, “save ye’ breath for when I’m done with ye, savvy?”

Will could but nod; his loins throbbed so heavy he could feel the pulsating sensation throughout his entire body.

“Now,” Jack move toward the bed la fea feral cat advancing its prey, “continue.”

Will saw the change in Jack’s mannerisms and eyes. It dawned im fim finally that Jack indeed was not the eccentric scatterbrain or the perpetual drunk he pretended to be. He was feline in his every being, calculating each step, each stumble. Each-

Will’s thoughts were interrupted when he felt a strong hand wrap his around his still throbbing erection.

“Never told yeh top, op, whelp,” Jack’s lips were but a razor’s width from Will’s ear, “continue.”

Slowly, Jack dragged his hand along Will’s pulsating length. The young man gasped audibly, long black lashes fluttering over his deep brown eyes. A smirk played around Jack’s lips but was washed away with a gasp of his own when you Will arched his back and small ripples of pleasure ran down his sculpted muscles. Even for Jack who had seen much in his life. So much beauty was breath taking.

Jack ran his weather tanned and beaten hand slowly up and down Will’s shaft as though to set the pace deliberately slow to agonizingly prolong the pleasure. He knew how much Will was suffering at this moment, for he had immediately recognized the sweet tangy smell of an aphrodisiac he had been given by the Madame of a Whorehouse in Singapore. It prolonged a man’s pleasure to the point of agony until the woman was satisfied.

Now, everything Will felt was of magnified intensity. Each cell of his body was stimulated by the slightest touch, the barest breeze and Jack’s had wrapped around his throbbing member made him want to cry out in pleasure. Forgotten was the embarrassment; forgotten was the task that lay ahead and forgotten was Elizabeth.

Shards of white lightening flashed before his eyes when he felt tender lips upon his own.

“Now lad,” he heard Jack’s voice, husky and deep, “that’s awfully potent aphrodisiac you were playing with, but if you do as I say, you will feel what it’s like not to be a eunuch, savvy?”

Will could but swallow and nod with a moan as Jack’s hand wrapped tighter around hanhoanhood. Another moan was silenced when jack’s lips tenderly caught Will’s in a soft kiss. Their lips opened slightly and to Jack’s pleasant surprise it was Will’s tongue that sought his, that explored the warm cavern of his mouth, and that sent jolts of hunger and lust down Jack’s spine. He wanted this lad so much it hurt physically, mentally and spiritually. His own erection was painfully pressing against his trousers.

A soft cry escaped Will’s lips as Jack removed his hand from him.

“You know what to do, whelp,” Jack whispered quietly into Will’s ear and ran his tongue along the lobe, “it’s in your blood to know.”

The young naked body writhed in agony for a moment before the slender muscles relaxed and Will turned onto his fours and crawled across the bed and nudged his head against Jack’s shoulder. It was as though something inside him had been awoken and only Jack had the key to let the feral animal out of its cage.

“There,” Jack caressed the chestnut tresses that hung loosely in Will’s face, “you know what to do.”

Will mewled against Jack’s neck, his lips tracing along the defined muscles and seemingly followed a predetermined path down to Jack’s collarbone. The pirate smiled, but unlike the smirk he had given Commodore Norrington when Elizabeth had fastened his effects; it was a caring, perhaps loving? Young Will, however, did not notice, for his lips had found their path further down and nimble fingers unfastened the lacing to Jack’s shirt only to be replaced by hot lips which wrapped themselves around Jack’s dark nipples, standing erect in the chilling night air.

“That’s very nice,” Jack whispered with a smile, “you are doing well for a whelp.”

Will’s tongue bathed every newly exposed inch of skin in warm, moist affection; and the spot just below Jack’s ribs was gives especial attention as Will struggled with the faded crimson sash wrapped around Jack’s abdomen what seemed a million times.

“Ah yes,” Jack murmured, “I forgot to take that off. It can be quite tricky to remove such intricate accessory garments, but you are being quite impressive showing skills I’ve only seen- are you sure you have never been to Singapore?”

“Jack?” Will looked up, his eyes almost as black as Jacks, twinkling with lust, “were you ever taught to be quiet?”

“Only the dead, my little whelp, are quiet,” Jack whispered as though paying respect to said dead, “only the dead never speak.”

The moment was only brief, but not brief enough to go unnoticed. Will perked up to see Jack’s black eyes glaze over with the burden of memories; and the young man imagined what Jack must have gone through in his life to have gained such eccentric behavioral patterns.

“Don’t let me stop you,” Jack’s voice called Will back ere ere and now. The young man looked into now sparkling black eyes and a gold-toothed smile and his contemplations felt like a distant dream.

“How do you do this?”

“You forget and important thing my whelp,” Jack’s lips caught Will’s earlobe and his teeth gently scraped the tender flesh, “I am Captain Jack Sparrow.”

A moan escaped Will’s lips as Jack bit down, his nails digging into the pirate’s are back.

“Jack,” he whimpered, pressing his pale body against Jack’s sun-kissed skin, which was evenly bronzed and led Will to wonder whether Jack spend a lot of time in the nude whilst pirating. The image of a stock naked Jack plundering a merchant ship wearing nothing but his hat brought a gurgle of laughter to Will’s lips, but he stopped naught, rather continued his path down the flat stomach.

The pirate’s remarks became more incoherent as Will simply tore the breeches off Jack’s legs, exposing what he had wanted to see for so long: thick, throbbing flesh, excited beyond imagination. The young blacksmith could not help himself but gasp and run his tongue along the length. To his surprise, Jack had fallen completely silent.

Will’s tongue slowly traveled along the sensitive underside of Jack’s throbbing arousal. A moan so soft, Will barely believed it came from Jack’s throat, escaped the pirate’s lips. Encouraged, he placed butterfly kisses all over the swollen head of Jack’s erection, tasting the ocean and freedom, the essence that was Jack Sparrow. Slowly, the young blacksmith wrapped his lips around the head which pulsated against the roof of his mouth, swelling just a little more under Will’s ministrations.

Jack’s head fell back and he propped himself up with his elbows as Will’s mouth slowly slid down his shaft to engulf him in the moist heat of his mouth. It was Jack’s turn to whimper with pleasure as flashes of white-hot passion raced along his spine, connecting his mind with the pleasure bestowed upon his other head.

There was a brief pause when Will lifted his lips from the throbbing manhood to lick a pearl of glistening precum from the very tip of Jack’s arousal. The captain was entranced by the image of beauty before him: young Will, the spitting image of his father, his long chestnut hair fell onto Jack’s hips caressing the sensitive skin gently. There was nothing gentle about the cry that escaped Jack’s lips as Will swallowed the entire erect shaft, hise tse touching the silky ebony fuzz around the base. The cry repeated when Will slowly drew back only to plunge down again. And again. And again.

Hoarse moans cut through the night as Will’s head bobbed up and down the weeping shaft, driving Jack into a frenzy of pleasure. When Will was certain, he would drive jack completely over the apex, took in all of the man’s erection sucking , bu, but he did not know Jack Sparrow as well as others did. For Jack Sparrow was well known amongst whorehouses in Singapore as the iron man who could hold himself back until the last possible moment.

Gently, he grabbed Will by the hair and pulled him up, smothering the tender lips in a bruising kiss. The animal inside Will rattled its cage much louder now, drowning out all coherent though as Jack grasped the firm length still throbbing with arousal.

“Jack,” Will moaned loudly as long fingers squeezed him firmly, “Jack please…”

“Please what, my whelp?” Jack squeezed harder and dragged his fist up and down the shaft in a steady rhythm.

“Gawd, Jack!”

Will’s animal screamed inside its cage, tearing at it, desperately trying to escape.

“Yes, my whelp?” Jack’s eyes casually concentrated on Will as though he was holding an every day conversation, only that his fist was pumping Will’s cock at a faster pace than before.

“Jack, please,” Will panted heavily. Jack knew what it would take to make the welp who had slathered his cock and balls mindlessly in an aphrodisiac even Jack used sparingly.

“You will have to specify your request,” Jack inwardly grinned at the tortured form of the young man writhing under his touch.

“Oh gawd, Jack,” Will groaned with frustrations, “Don’t make me beg like a wench.”

“Then speak up,” Jack stated matter of factly, “what is it that you want?” Jack’s hand squeezed Will harder.

“Jack,” there was panting and moaning, “Jack, take me. Oh gawd Jack please take me. I need you!”

A smile spread across the pirate’s face.

“There was that so hard?”

“Please,” Will whimpered curling his shivering body around Jack’s arm. The pirate complied and fetched the flask of oil from his bedside table. Will recognized it as the flask of Singaporean aphrodisiac, but he was beyond reason. The animal was about to break free.

Carefully, Jack slicked up one of his fingers sighing at the familiar sensation. Slowly, he ran the finger along Will’s hardness and traced the outline of the full, taut testes. Then his finger sought the tight entrance and gently slipped inside. Will felt no pain, only blissful pleasure as the digit explored the tight cavern. The heat was nearly unbearable and Jack’s breath hitched thinking of how this heat would feel wrapped tightly around his shaft. A second finger joined the first, leaving Will moaning and panting, the intensity of pleasure making him writhe on all fours.

“You want more,” Jack withdrew his fingers, “don’t you?”

Will could only groan, his backside playfully exposed to Jack who poured some of the oil directly on the heated entrance. Will moaned loudly as three fingers plunged deeply into him, brushing his prostate with every dive.

“Jack!” he nearly screamed, the animal saw the door that Jack had opened, “Jack please, please take me. Oh gawd Jack! Please, now!”

Despite the urgent calls of the younger man, Jack took his sweet time massaging the lubricating oil onto himself, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of absolute power and ability to give pleasure like none had given before. Will was on all fours, his arms barely supporting his weight as Jack pressed against him. Eagerly, he pushed back, but the pirate pulled back.

“Easy now,” Jack leant forward to whisper into Will’s ear, “rash actions only will resolve in amounts of pain I know you do not wish to bare…. Nor do I wish to inflict such pain. It just isn’t a very gentleman like thing to do, you see.”

“Gawd Jack,” Will threw his head back, “please, you’re killing me!”

“That was never my intention, young whelp,” Jack kissed the ear gently and sheathed himself slowly inside Will who cried out from pain as much as pleasure.

For a minute, Jack was completely still, listening to Will’s ragged breath as he became accustomed to the intrusion. When Will’s head fell forward and his breath came deeply from hisst; st; jack slowly began to move. At first, his movements were miniscule, each one sending shards of pleasure along Will’s spine. Then he nearly withdrew himself from his sheath and re-entered, sheathing himself completely, leaving Will panting and crying for more. Steadily, the pirate increased his rhythm, one hand firmly grasping Will’s hips, the other sneaking around to wrap around the weeping hardness he found between Will’s legs.

“Jack!” Will moaned loudly, his breatick ick and heaving as Jack thrust harder into him, filling him completely. The pirate sensed the young man’s need and thrust even harder, his cock slamming against the young prostate.

“Oh gawd! Jack!” Will’s arms gave out and he barely could hold himself up on his elbows as Jack began to drive his entire weight into him. He felt Jack’s breath ragged against his ear; the pirate’s chest pressed against his back as he took him mercilessly, increasing the speed of his thrusts and matching the movement of his fist around Will’s cock.

“Jack! Oh gawd, Jack Ja-ahhhhh!”

The animal broke free as Will’s hot seed spilled over Jack’s hand. The convulsing contractions of his body tightened him around Jack, driving the pirate over the cliff of pleasure, moaning Will’s name and together they fell into oceans of orgasmic bliss. Jack continued his thrusts until his entire seed spilled into the young man.

Both men were panting heavily and it was Will’s strength that gave out first and both collapsed onto the bed.

“Jack…” Will turned his head slightly to look at the pirate.

“No need for words mate,” Jack smiled a gold-toothed grin and gently kissed Will’s soft lips.

“No, Jack-“

“Shh,” Jack kissed Will more firmly, his hand running along the well-sculpted back, sneaking between the sheets and Will’s body, already finding another growing erection there, “this aphrodisiac is the most potent of the seven seas. It might take days to rid you of this.”

“But, Jack!” Will turned insistently to face Jack.

“Alright,” the pirate sighed, “what is it?”

“Who is commandeering the ship?”

“Well,” Jack opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, flailed his hands for a moment then stopped dead, “that is a good question my welp. A good question indeed.”

Fin