Sweet Proliferous Bouquet

That man’s eyes. He certainly knows what his best feature is, though really, all that soot is just detracting from them. Best feature? Hmm, maybe not. t jat jaw of his is so sharp and fine, much better than that bit of tin he has for a sword. I could do a hundred times better for him. Even that rats’ nest he calls hair (though I haven’t heard him speak of hair...in fact, I haven’t heard him speak nearly enough...that voice, his strange inflection that almost sounds well born...) has its charms.

Will shook his head and squinted his eyes closed, realizing all of a sudden he was looking at his pirate - that’s pirate - companion with something more than wary distrust.

“Sumthin’ wrong?” Jack quickly barked, seeing the realization in Will’s eyes just after he spoke. Sparrow had been scrutinizing him for the entire length it took him to put together his little catalog.

After quite a pause, when Will realized an answer was still being waited for, he managed to return “No. No, nothing.” He snapped his eyes back to the horizon, and hoped his flush would be mistaken for a land man’s sunburn.

The near-constant stream of infuriated women on Tortuga had Will far more interested than he should have been. Not in the women, but in the passion that Captain Jack evoked in them. He meant something to each one of them, and no matter how short a time Jack had spent with them, or how long it had been since he left the island, each one claiming her little piece of the man. He could see a certain glint of pride in their eyes, and then some would flick to him with a look that seemed almost like laughter. But it couldn’t be... No. Each woman would then twirl away in a flurry of petticoats, while Jack stood frozen in an unwittingly perfect profile. Will was clearly much more affected by these little encounters than the Captain.

“You certainly seem to be a hit among the ladies, Captain,” Will quipped.

“Owh, Will that was terrible. And 'ere I thought you were an intelligent lad,” Sparrow returned, a gleam swiftly appearing in his eye.

“I am!” Will indignantly, but not entirely sincerely, insisted.

“Awlrithenthen, prove it to me. Tell me, what am I thinking?”

“Wh-what? That’s not fair Jack, smart and able to read minds-”

“Ah, so you surrender then?&; pr; prompted Jack, becoming more and more confident as his trap started falling into place.

“No! What...” Will looked deep into Jack’s eyes promptly became lost in them and all tingly, coherent thoughts fleeing his brain like rats from a sinking ship.

Jack decided to break his poker face after more than a bit of time had passed. “Does your silence signal defeat lad?”

“Huh? No! I...I need a hint,” blathered Will, becoming more and more desperate.

“Hm, let’s see now. A hint.” Jack moved his hand to cover his mouth in an attempt to hide his smile with a pensive gesture. After he gave the boy another good long spell to regard his finely featured visage, Captain Jack Sparrow removed his hand from his face, transferring it along with its rather leftward companion to the young blacksmith’s face. He took a split instant to take in the boy’s stunned expression beforps fps followed hands and he kissed the boy. Nothing too ravaging, but hopefully just enough to leave him speechless and wanting more.

“Now, my guess is that left you just about speechless,” Jack rattled before extending his hand and cocking his head to the side, gesturing for the boy to disagree, and pausing for half a moment. “Good. However, since you seem unable to answer my original query, I’ll just have to tell you what’s on your mind. You’re thinking that we should hightail it back to the ship, and my lovely berth, no? Aha, I thought so. Well, once again Captain Jack Sparrow improves on a commendable, if somewhat befuddled, idea. You see, we’re quite some ways from the dear ship Her Majesty’s Royal Navy has seen fit to provide us with. We are, as luck would have it, quite close to Madame Miggins’s Inn. Always a font of hospitality, I’m sure you will soon agree with me once we-” Jack had started leading Will towards one of the less reputable establishments of Tortuga, babbling all the while, when Will interrupted him.

“Here” was about all the young man could get out. He dragged Captain Sparrow back a few steps into a miraculously deserted alley.

“Well, perhaps ol’ Captain Jack Sparrow has underestimated your intelligence. This certainly is as fine a place as Madame Miggins’s. Though some lac lacking in scenery, it does make up in certain sanitary aspects that...can...be...”

While Jack had been sizing up their accomodations-to-be, Will had been hurriedly divesting himself of his entirely too confining, and too concealing bits of clothing. The sight of the white shirt falling from Will’s frame made him quickly revise his earlier comments on scenery and proved too much for the pirate’s last remaining shred of restraint. Simultaneously grabbing the boy’s shoulders and capturing his lips, Jack stalked forward, pushing Will backwards into the darkness of the alley. The pair gently bumped into a barrel that had been abandoned there some time ago, and Jack took the chance provided by the barrier to meld his body against that of his companion’s. Each man softly gasped as their covered hardnesses connected, breaking the kiss for a heartbeat. This would not stand with Captain Jack Sparrow, who quickly returned his mouth to Will’s, delving his tongue deep into the other man’s mouth. Will quickly overcame his shock and started rninrning the pirate’s attentions with heart-stopping enthusiasm.

After a kiss that seemed to last right up to that hair’s breadth where all lungs involved were on the point of collapse, Jack pulled back. He had regained his usual impish composure. That is, until he saw Will with his bare chest gently heaving and his tousled hair. And then he faked it. Gazing into Will’s desperate, seeking eyes, Jack gave him a devilish pouty grin. He placed his pirate hat over that mop of hair, then fell to his knees before his new Adonis. Jack’s hands ne to to be nimble in order to run a ship, but in thirticrticular situation, there was the added benefit of getting Will out of his breeches in record time. He gasped as Jack slowly dragged his tongue along the underside of his aching cock. As Jack began to ever so slowly take its head into his mouth, Will squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to avoid the pirate’s piercing gaze. It was devouring him almost as quickly as Jack’s mouth was.

Jack was making little moans as his head was stroking up and down. His eyes were mapping as much of Will’s body as possible. “You can talk boy,” Jack barked, pausing for just a moment. “They aren’t gonna hear ya.” Truth be told, he was a little grumpy with Will’s silence. He liked a little aural pleasure to go along with his oral pleasure and the ant ant sounds of others’ debauchery was simply not enough.

“Oh fuck, Jack....I...oh sweet -”

Jack simply smiled as he listened to Will babble. With the tiny fraction of his brain that hadn’t fled waist-ward, he mentally computed the odds that Will had any idea what he was saying. Some said there was no such thing as a sure bet, so just to be certain he was proving them wrong, Jack quickened his pace. Suddenly, laughter bubbled out of the blacksmith. “What? What’s funny,” demanded Jack, quickly breaking off contact.

“Don’t stop!! Just....your - beard - was tickling me.”

“Oh, I’ll show you what tickling is,” replied Jack, a dangerous glint in his eye. As he engulfed the boy once more, Jack’s ring encrusted fingers began playing over his skin. No spot of tender young flesh was safe from the pillaging hands of Captain Jack Sparrow! Will began to writhe, laughing and thrusting into Jack’s mouth. Within seconds he came, his yells joining the rest of the enthusiastic shouts of the denizens of Tortuga as Jack spat his seed onto the ground.

“What? Do I taste...” Will asked softly, his moment somewhat spoiled by Jack’s action.

“Nae, nae. It’s bad luck. You taste...” Jack trailed off as he got a better idea. Grabbing the back of his neck, the pirate ravaged Will’s mouth, seeking every tender spot and making his nerves sing.

Gasping, Will broke the kiss just before he passed out, as so many had done before him in the alleys of Tortuga. “Jack...I want...Take me!” he breathily demanded.

“Now, the heart of the matter is I am ill-equipped-”

“You’re not a eunuch are you?” Will interrupted, squeaking with terror.

“No no no, I’m ill-equipped AT THE MOMENT to take you. On top of things,” he paused to waggle an eyebrow, “I prefer to bed others in beds, strange as you may find it. So I am disinclined to acquiesce to your proposition at this juncture.”

“Oh.” Will cleverly hid his disappointment with genuine confusion. His orgasm-addled brain was trying to catch up with the meaning behind Jack’s words and was failing quite miserably.

“However.” Jack took a breath and curled his mustache. “I have always hoped for a bit of a stroke from a blacksmith.”

Later, in a discreet room upstairs at Madame Miggins's....

Will was still breathing heavily, laid out on his back, naked except for a sheen of sweat on his body. Jack was curled up beside him, similarly clothed with the sole exception of his hat, determinedly sucking on his earlobe. “Well,” the boy panted, “I can see why all those women felt so strongly.”

“What?” Jack froze.

“All those women... when we came into port...” Will gently reminded his pirate friend, vaguely disturbed at the lack of attention his earlobe was now receiving.

“Oh. Yes! ‘Bout that....those women...”

“Mean nothing to you, yes I’m sure.” Will filled in the silence, quickly becoming irked about the lack of attention his earlobe was receiving.

“Oh of course chappie, what I meant was....that is to say....I may have told them - at some point in the distant pass, savvy....to behave in that particular manner...should I ever be accompanied to port by a devastatingly handsome lad.”

Jack smiled a weak and nervous smile right up until Will slapped him across the face.

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end. I'd love it if you sent me feedback, I'm sort of in a writing lull, and maybe some pretty words or constructive criticism would snap me out of it. *suggesstive eyebrow waggle*

thanks for reading! 'zad