All the Jewels Warm as Wine

Title: All the Jewels Warm as Wine
Author: Blue Buick R
Rating: J/W NC-17
Summary: Jack sees pretty flashy thing, Jack wants pretty flashy thing, Jack gets pretty flashy thing. Which pretty flashy thing is the question.
Notes: Don't own them...no money...feedback please.


All the Jewels Warm as Wine

Whenever Jack was ashore in relatively large burgs such as this one he made an effort to keep his eyes and ears open for any and all opportunities. There was always some manner of doo dah being held by the town money on any given day of the week. A betrothal celebration here, a wedding reception there, a birthing party, or a promotion, or the unveiling of a new commissioned work of art. Honestly, you’d think these people didn’t have anything better to do with their time.

Of course Jack didn’t mind one bit. These types of gatherings were the perfect time to accumulate a goodly number of goo gahs one normally didn’t get from your run of the mill sack and plunder. Jewels, and trinkets and silverware were in abundance and while it may seem beneath such a skilled and famed pirate captain such as Jack Sparrow to pick pockets and scam old dames he found a certain pleasure, a jesaissais quoi, in plying some old fashion, one to one, pilfering right under the noses of his victims. The drawback to such adventures was that he was always forced to take a bath, brush his hair and appropriate a suitable change of clothes. Luckily, he very rarely visited towns which hosted such societal gatherings and was relegated to venturing forth into civilized society maybe once a year.

Presently, he was standing in the grand hall of some old codgers bluff side mansion. A banker if the name on the forged invitation was not mistaken. Richard Goodman. Owned half the town and perhaps one third of the shipping vessels in the area. No wife, nor children, or even a dog to spend his money on. Jack would be happy to help lighten the load.

With his mass of black hair oiled and wrestled into a tight queue at the back of his head, his beard trimmed, and his embroidered peacock blue jacket chinked tightly at the waist, stockings and pinching buckle shoes gracing his feet and calves, Jack was sure no one who had ever met him would recognize him at the moment. Not to mention the atrocious upper class British accent he was employing which no one seemed to realize was fake, despite his numerous slips and foibles in inflection.

He’d already filled one of the many hidden pockets, sewed into the lining of his jacket just yesterday, with all manner of goodies. There was the mother of pearl tie pin from the decrepit old chap in the corner talking to a plant, the sapphire and pearl brooch from the less than stunning young maiden by the buffet who’d taken to Jack’s flirting so well she hadn’t realized his fumble at her breast was a grab for the jewel and not a grope at her paltry goods. Every now and again she still glanced back over at him blushing through her freckle covered face. There was also an ivory and gold shrimp fork or two, as well as a jade tablecloth weight he’d snagfromfrom the corner of the long refreshment table. Casting his eyes about the room and the myriad of wealth he attempted to choose his next acquisition.

Just as he was about to make a run at the cloisonné snuffbox he’d seen some old bat slip into her beaded handbag following its use, a flash of bright reflective light caught his eye. He turned to find the source of the light and nearly dropped his jaw in awe at what he saw. There adorning the finger of a young man who’s back was turned to Jack was the largest, most delicious diamond Jack had ever seen. It was the size of a large, ripe cherry, and was carved with facets beyond count. It sparkled and twinkled and laughed at Jack all the while, set in a wide band of deep, mellow gold. The man who’s hand was forced to bear its weight wore a finely tailored suit coat of chaste white with gold embroidery along the collar, trim, and wide cuffs. He wore snug charcoal hued breeches and smart, highly polished, black boots which hugged his calves and the turns of his fine ankles. The back of his head was a mass of soft dark curls, and Jack could see the outline of well formed shoulders and the slim waist of a woman under the heavy fabric of his jacket. A fine dandy he was for sure. An easy mark if there ever was one. Jack was certain he’d have that diamond in his grasp before the night was out. He swore it on his good right hand.

He began by subtly followed the young man around, keeping behind him, moving slowly, ever closer. Just as he brushed past, hand snaking out to slip the ring off as he bumped into the lad, a slim yet iron strong hand snapped out and grasped him by the wrist, jerking him closer. It wasn’t until he felt a sharp point dig into his side near his kidney that he realized the boy’s other hand held a small dagger to him, the weapon hidden from view by the fold of his wide cuff and the angle of their bodies.

“Nice try, friend,” a deep, eerily familiar voice hissed, dark curly head bent forward to whisper.

Jack finally got his first look at the young man’s face. Although the hair was shorter, the skin and litter paler, and the dreadful excuse for facial hair removed it was undoubtedly William Turner.

“Will!” Jack exclaimed in surprised, though quiet enough as not to draw any undue attention.

Will’s hold on Jack’s wrist slackened slightly and the pressure on the dagger point lessened to a more bearable degree. The other man leaned back slightly and stared hard at Jack as if trying to place his face.

“Oh my God! Jack?” he finally spluttered, quickly re-sheathing his knife under his coat. “What on earth are you doing here?”

Jack was about to open his mouth in answer when Will looked about quickly, then dragged Jack toward the garden doors leading to the terrace. No lanterns were lit and it was obvious no one was meant to wander outside. Once they stepped through out into the chilly night air Jack understood why. Closing the doors quietly behind them with a slight click, a soft glow from inside filtered through the glass to provide the only light for them to gaze at each other. Jack could hear the crash of the ocean below them.

“What are you *doing* here, Jack,” Will cried, hugging himself from more Jack suspected than the cold.

“I was invited?” he attempted. His reply simply earned a quickly terminated snort. Jack drew himself up sharply. “More to the point what are *you* doing here, William?”

The younger man hugged himself tighter and looked away, past Jack and into the pitch blackness towards the water.

“I live here,” he finally supplied.

“What?!”

“I...it’s complicated, Jack,” the younger man sighed.

Again Jack was interrupted as he was about to say something. The garden doors opened once more, this time admitting a man in his late fifties, greying hair cropped closely to his skull, wearing an elegant plumb coat and black trousers, with boots identical to Will’s.

“William?” question clear in his voice as he stepped out, seeing Will’s stance and his present company.

“Richard,” the young man smiled wanly. “I’m sorry, I just...I needed some air.”

The older man nodded, his eyes straying to Jack.

“Oh, again, I’m sorry,” Will jumped in, stepping forward. “Richard, this is...”

“Jonathan Smith,” Jack supplied, giving a quick bow before offering his hand.

“Right, Mr. Smith, he’s an old friend of mine, from before...” Will trailed off. “Anyway, Jonathan this is Richard Goodman your host for this evening.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Goodman,” Jack greeted as he endured the man’s firm handshake. “I’d hoped to get the chance to meet you before the night was over, and bless me William here has given me the opportunity.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, I assure you,” Goodman replied. “Any friend of William’s is welcome here. I take it this is a complete coincidence?”

“Oh, completely,” Jack agreed. “Totally, and unequivocally a surprise I assure you.”

“A pleasant one I hope,” the banker smiled.

“Of course!”

“And what is it that you do Mr. Smith that you merited and invitation this soiree. I’m afraid I’m not familiar with your name.”

“He’s in shipping Richard, come to feel out the prospects I suppose,” Will supplied.

“The competition you mean?” Goodman’s eyes danced.

Jack kept his mouth shut and Will shifted nervously.

“No matter. Nothing better for business than healthy competition,” Goodman continued. “Are you staying in town Mr. Smith?”

“Yes,” Jack said.

“Oh, then I insist you stay the night!” the older man exclaimed. “William can show you around, set you up in a room. I’m sure you have plenty to catch up on...besides,” he looked fondly over at Will, who continued to stand by quietly, “William has so few friends in town, *I* would be appreciative if you could keep him company for a while.”

“I’d be glad too,” Jack agree readily, noting the firmness in the man’s statements, and the glaring lack of inquiry into Jack’s opinion with regards to the entire matter.

“Excellent!” Motioning for Will to take his hand Goodman pulled the younger man forward. “Quit the party early William; you’ve suffered enough I’d say, show your friend Jonathan to his room.” Then he leaned down and placed a careful kiss on one of Will’s high cheekbonesNow Now get in from the cold before you catch your death.” He nudged the young man toward the doors, motioned Jack to follow while he brought up the rear.

Will continued in silence, looking back only once as he wove his way through the party guests to make sure Jack was following him. So shocked and put off by events Jack didn’t even bother to take this golden opportunity to snatch a last little bit of pretty for his pockets.

He followed Will out of the hall, past the foyer and up a large marble staircase to the darkened and quiet second story of the house. The halls were close and their footsteps were muffled by thick carpet.

They finally stopped at a heavy oak door and Will turned to open the squeakless door, ushering Jack in and moving about the cool room to light some lamps. He then turned his attention to the fireplace. Tossing his heavy jacket and dagger belt over onto a plush velvet chair set nearby he crouched down to futz around with the kindling before lighting it. Jack knew a diversionary tactic when he saw one.

“I never took you for a whore, Will,” he also knew how to respond to them as well.

He saw the shoulders under the fine silk shirt stiffen, but the former blacksmith did not turn around.

“And I never took you for a petty thief, despite what you are,” the young man riposted, and struck a match with a flare of light and a snuff of sulphur.

Jack smirked, but it quickly dissipated in the wake of a weary sigh. “What happened, Will?”

After making sure the tinder caught, Will rose to his feet and turned to Jack, arms hanging slack at his sides, hands relaxed.

“It’s not what you think,” Will supplied earnestly. “He’s just...he’s just a lonely man who wanted some companionship. I don’t...I mean he doesn’t make me...” and one of his hands rose slightly, gesturing gently as a broad shoulder shrugged. “I go to parties with him, talk to him over breakfast, go riding or sailing. I have my own room, my own lovers if I wish...he...he’s just lonely.”

“How did you get here at al Jac Jack asked, sitting down heavily on the edge of the wide bed, head shaking in disbelieve.

Will’s eyes clouded and his usually open faced shuttered. “Elizabeth she...she had a ghastly accident, Jack.”

“Dead?” Jack breathed.

“No, thank God no,” Will swallowed. “She took a terrible blow to the head; we didn’t think she’d survive, but she did. She did. But when she woke she didn’t remember a great deal. The doctors hoped she’d regain most of what she’d lost but it never happened, as far as I know.” He took a deep sobbing breath and Jack was hard pressed not to rise, walk over to him and take him in his arms. “She forgot me, Jack. Forgot the love she had for me. Her father didn’t help matters,” Will snarled bitterly. “I tried to stay, but after a while it was just too much to see her and that vacant, unrecognition in her eyes. She’s probably married to a vapid noble by now, h and and content.”

“I’m sorry, Will.”

The young man sighed. “It’s alright. I’m alright. I lived most of my life resigned to the fact that I’d have to admire her from afar, it was a miracle we had what we had at all...maybe it simply wasn’t meant to be.”

“And Richard Goodman?” Jack pressed.

Will smiled. “I left Port Royal, had enough to make it here. Tried to set up a business but wasn’t making much of a go at it. Richard came across me in town, recognized I was in dire straights I suppose and made me an offer I couldn’t refuse at the time.”

“And now? Why do you stay?” Although looking around at the place Jack didn’t have to wonder too hard.

Will shrugged. “He’s an honourable man, Jack. Treats me kindly. Offers affection. That’s all I ever wanted in my life. Not riches, or a trophy wife, or a ship. I suppose it’s simple irony that I ended up with all this,” he gestured around the room and implied house.

“Well then,” Jack slapped his thighs. “I suppose I’ll play Mr. Smith in shipping till the morrow and not spoil it all for you.”

“Oh, Jack, he saw right through us the moment we opened our mouths,” Will laughed.

Jack was sure his mouth was hanging open at this moment at least. “Then what..?”

“I’m guessing he thinks you’re my long lost lover, or a recent conquest I smuggled into the party. Or perhaps he thinks you’re Jack Sparrow, a pirate, stealing petty baubles for his amusement at a rich man’s estate.”

“Then this whole contrivance was to simply give you the opportunity to...”

“Screw like a rabbit,” Will offered with a grin. “Yes.”

“Bugger!”

Will laughed harder. “He only wants to see me happy, Jack.”

“You sure he doesn’t have an equally rich and morally upstanding friend who’s looking for a little conversation?” Jack asked. “This is a right good deal is what this is!”

Will ignored him, looking to the clock on the mantel instead, making for the door. “It’s getting late; I’ll leave you to your rest.”

“Will,” Jack’s voice stopped the young man in his tracks. “Won’t your benefactor be disappointed if you don’t take advantage of his generosity?”

Will paused, staring at the pirate intently.

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying,” Jack drawled and he leaned back on his elbows on the bed. “That we should take the cue from Mr. Goodman and screw like rabbits.”

Will just about swallowed his tongue on that one. He spluttered and gaped, and stared at Jack with eyes as big as that diamond on his finger. Jack allowed him to flounder for a moment before pulling the tie from his hair, shaking it out as he pulled off his own coat, which clunked and tinkled tellingly as he dropped it to the floor.

“You’re more than passing fair, Will, that’s obviously what drew Dick to you in the first place. You’re also young, and a bit secluded too I think, and someone I consider a friend despite our brief acquaintance. Now I’m here and you’re here and we have this nice room and big comfy bed and a dreadfully thoughtful old man downstairs rooting for our imminent copulation. I say we oblige him in his fancies.”

“You can’t be serious!” Will proclaimed, but watched raptly as Jack toed off his shoes and rolled down his stocking, sighing in relief at their removal.

“Why ever not?”

“Because...because..because.”

“Because you don’t like men?” Jack supplied.

“Yes, exactly!” Will grasped the excuse like a drowning man, slight sheen of sweat breaking out as he watch Jack unbutton his shirt, revealing scars and tattoos so incongruous with his present persona.

“You’re hard,” Jack pointed out as he himself loosened the ties on his pants.

“What?”

The pirate jerked his head toward Will’s groin and watch as the young man looked down, flushing deep red as he noticed the erection tenting his snug trousers. He seemed at quite a loss at this point of the proceedings.

Laughing softly Jack held out his hand for Will to take, just as Gon han had done earlier that evening. Stumbling blindly forward Will grasp the hand, skin clammy.

“You said all you wanted was affection. I assure you I hold a very deep affection for you William Turner,” Jack told him quietly, pulling him further between his legs. “Now will you let me show you?”

The young man nodded dumbly, eyes apt on Jack’s fingers as he slipped eachll bll button from his shirt, tugging the thing off he’ he’d reached the bottom. He then proceeded to tackle the front of Will’s breeches, garnering a sharp intake of breath from the boy when he brushed his swollen flesh as he wrestle with the ties pulled taunt by the straining muscle.

Finally he managed to undo the knot and spread the fabric enough to release Will’s arousal. It was dark and heavy and looked rather painful, the tip already moist. Jack murmured something inaudible, his breath ghosting over already over-stimulated nerve endings. Will panted, reaching out without thought for Jack’s head, hands curling tightly in his hair.

“Come on, luv,” Jack coaxed, scooting back on the bed slightly and lying back, urging Will to crawl up over him. The young man followed, hovering over the pirate, hands braced against the wall, eyes screwed tightly shut.

“That’s it,” Jack exhaled, pulling Will down towards his mouth, pushing gently on his tensed muscles.

Will cried out in surprise when the wet heat of his mouth engulfed his aching column of flesh. He thrust forward involuntarily, pulling back quickly when he realized what he’d done. That type of hesitance would never do. Jack wanted the boy lunging for the back of this throat, desperate and wanting, with no regard for his partner’s own comfort; then and only then would he be ready. He pulled back slightly.

“No worries,” he said, licking up the side of Will’s erection. “You’re not going to hurt me,” he reassured, then proceeded to swallow the cock dangling near his lips once more.

Bless his libidinous little heart (and other organs), it didn’t take long for Will to become comfortable with the process. He pushed hard into the wall with the flat of his hands, enough to make the fine, solid wood panelling creak, hips thrusting forward into Jack’s suckling mouth. Perfect white teeth, so rare in the working class, ravaged Will’s glistening lower lip as the pirate’s throat closed over the head of his cock every time he swallowed a bit of the sticky fluid leaking from the tip to coat the base of his tongue. Jack didn’t mind at all, urging and directing the younger man’s motions with a hand to the hip or a squeeze to the wonderfully flexing buttocks.

Trailing his hand down the back of Will’s shaking thighs, dipping his fingers into the hollows behind the knees desperately digging in to the mattress on either side of his torso, Jack’s fingers halted their progression when he felt them brush the tops of Will’s boot encased calves. He smiled wickedly around his mouthful, the variation in muscontrontraction surrounding Will’s cock causing the younger man to huff in surprised, and plunge down into Jack’s face just a little bit harder. If the sudden pitch in Will’s whine was any indication the boy was close.

Moving one hand up to gently cup and squeeze the sack rubbing up against his chin, Jack could feel its tightness. The inspection not only gave him a good indication of how imminent Will’s impending orgasm was, but it also serve to drive the lad to further distraction. The whine transformed into a snarl mid note, and the diamond ringed hand snapped down to clutch at the pirate’s head, holding him in place. He was there. Jack stopped sucking.

Maddened, Will’s hand tightened further, his hips nudged forward insistently as if this downward pressure would spur Jack into renewing his efforts. The pirate could feel, and taste, the fluid seeping from Will’s erection as it fell onto his tongue. The entire entreaty was accompanied by a cry of outrage which outshone any indignant outburst Jack had ever heard William Turner make; and he’d heard a good many, if he did say so himself.

When no further suction was provided, Will looked down to Jack, sweat dripping from the curling fringes of hair around his face. “Why did you...”

Jack squeezed his handful once more to silence the boy, and pulled off the heated cock.

“I’ve much better plans for this, Will,” he informed the other man, pushing Will’s erection aside slightly with his nose. “Come along now,” he said as he took the other man by the hips and eased him back until he was sitting across pel pelvis.

“Now dear, William, you’re going to remove these breeches of mine and yours then proceed to roger me good and proper. Do we have an accord?” Ah the direct approach; not something Jack usually put stock into but in certain situation, such as one’s tackle getting ready to split like an overcooked sausage say, it was the best way to go.

“What was wrong with what we *were* doing,” Will complained, although Jack noticed he rose slightly to grapple Jack out of his pants all the same.

“Rabbits don’t suck cock all that much I would imagine,” he replied earnestly, eyes twinkling with a new fire as he watched Will struggle out of his boots (a pity as Jack had been rather fond of that look), and slip the rest of the way out of his own trousers without moving from his position over Jack.

“Rabbit’s don’t really fuck members of their own sex either, Jack,” Will offered as he eased further back, Jack’s erection dragging over the cleft of his buttocks as he moved down to kneel between Jack’s quickly, and involuntarily, spreading legs.

Jack hissed and shook his head. “Shows what you know. Degenerate little bastards will hump anything that moves. Will eat their babies too, seen it with my own eyes I did.”

“Then let us cease the rabbit analogy, shall we?” Will tutted as he leaned over Jack to reach for something on the side table. “I don’t think I want to be eating any babies.”

“I’ve been known to eat a baby or two myself,” Jack denounced, as he nipped at a nipple much to close to him for sanity’s sake. “Or so I hear.”

Will chuckled, the sound doing things to Jack’s neither regions he didn’t think was possible without a tongue up his arse.

Having found what he was looking for Will settle back between Jack’s knees, holding aloft a small crystal bottle, the firelight gleaming against it, bouncing off it’s surface to mingle with those shimmers emanating from Will’s ring.

“It’s perfumed oil, a little thin, but I think it will do,” Will explained to Jack as he pulled out the stopper and the heavy scent of roses teased their nostrils.

Jack groaned dramatically and tossed a forearm over his eyes. “We’ll be smelling like a Louisiana whore house!”

That chuckle again, and this time the clenching came not only from sounsound but from the easing of one of Will’s slim fingers, amply oiled, up into his body. The boy obviously kept up his sword practice because the telltale calluses were present on the finger which rubbed and scraped across Jack’s sensitive inner lining delectably. After some slight exploration a second finger joined in, the smell of roses and arousal thick about them.

When Will finally took pity on Jack’s restlessly squirming body and crooked his fingers to press unerringly onto his pleasure center (Jack was sure the little bastard had known all along where the damn thing was and had simply been torturing his poor pirate lover) he arched back as if he’d been shot, pressing back onto the fingers and spitting out harshly.

“Enough, enough, get the fuck in there you little...”

His last word was muffled as Will darted forward and pressed his mouth to Jack’s, lips clinging wetly as he pressed harder up into him and against his gland. Jack was glad for the smothering kiss for it captured and held most of his howl, saving Jack’s pride to some nt, nt, and probably averting a scare for the guests downstairs.

Will sat back with a swipe of his tongue across Jack’s lower lip, easing his fingers out and pulling Jack’s suddenly useless legs up around his rib-cage. The pirate was so primed, so open, that Will had little trouble easing the flared head of his cock past the guarded ring of muscle. The rest simply slid in like a body into a warm bath.

Just like that he had muscle control again. Jack’s legs tightening against the side of Will’s torso as he felt the lad’s cock slide past the little bundle of nerves deep inside, sighing in contentment when the other man bottomed out and rested against him for a moment, both of them breathing heavily.

Once comfortable, the pirate laid his head back further into the mattress and pushed back against Will. “Once more unto the breach, me boyo,” he pronounced, taking hold of Will’s uppers arm, readying for a good pummel. Especially after *that* particular line.

“That’s,” Will mutter through clenched teeth as he slipped back out, pausing at the cusp of completely abandoning Jack’s body, “terrible!” And he thrust down sharply, promptly setting a heavy, pounding rhythm, buffeting Jack into the bedclothes, and forcing the pirate to clench his hands around his arms tight enough to leave bruises and little blooms of blood beneath his nails.

Jack felt like a steel rod sheathed in silk was being ra up up inside him, his partner moving so deeply that all rational though was being shoved out the top of his head never to return. They strained against each other like this for a while, but judging by the state Will was in before Jack had put a stop to the fellatio he was certain the boy wouldn’t last too long. A good thing too because Jack wasn’t sure how long he, or his arse, could take this particular pace.

Thankfully, as predicted, a few deep strokes later Will’s hips twisted sharply, disrupting the metre of his fucking, and he spent himself into Jack with a soft grunt. Despite the strain in his lower body the boy’s face seemed almost slack with shock, relaxed, soft and to Jack as beautiful as anything he’d managed to poach that evening. He collapsed onto the pirate, allowing Jack’s legs to straighten, slipping out in the process. Will pressed his glowing face in the center of Jack’s breastbone, his heaving breaths hot and humid against Jack’s own slick skin.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

“My pleasure,” Jack returned somewhat trained. “Well, not really my pleasure, since I haven’t had my pleasure yet, but would very much like to have it, if you catch my meaning,” he babbled as he pushed his hips up, his absolutely desperate hardness sliding up against Will’s stomach.

“Mmmm,” Will replied, pushing himself up with one shaky arm to look down at Jack. “I know what would be your pleasure, Jack,” he whispered conspiratorially. “Known it since you brushed up against me in the great hall.”

“Oh?” Jack asked confused; he wasn’t firing with a full complement at the moment after all.

“Oh, yes, indeed,” Will informed him, reaching down to slide off the diamond ring from his finger to hold it out only inching from Jack’s face. The pirate ended up crossing his eyes as they both remained riveted to the stone. He could feel a new sheen of sweat break out on his body.

Will then proceeded to take five years off of Jack’s life as be leaned towards the jewel, almost nose to nose with Jack, bringing the gold band close to his lips and slithering his tongue out to thrust through the center of the ring. Jack was sure he’d explode then and there. In and out the limber tongue moved slowly, oh so slowly, through the ring, slicking both gold and diamond with saliva. This manoeuvre went or for some time, Will moaning and humming all the while until at one point, when the tip was through the ring, he pulled both tongue and jewel back to disappear into his mouth.

Raising himself to retrieve the precious gem with his own mouth and tongue, as he suspected was Will’s intention, Jack frowned in bewilderment as the young man withdrew from him, winked, and grinned wickedly before he ducked down to take Jack’s cock into his mouth. No lips were present to muffle his howl this time.

Pounding his fists into the bed, Jack crammed himself further into that seductive fire, feeling Will manipulate both his flesh and the large ring until the monstrous diamond was positioned between Will’s limber tongue and the crease around the head of Jack’s cock. The pirate knew he couldn’t thrust or he might well pushed the ring down Will’s throat. The boy would either choke on it or they’d have to wait a day or two for its retrieval, not at all a pleasant endeavour, Jack knew from personal experience. Therefore he was forced to suffer through Will’s gentle sucking, his laving tongue, and con continuous pressure of the diamond pressing against the sensitive head of his erection. He’d never been so desperate to spill himself in his life.

In the end, it was Will’s butterfly like fingers brushing over Jack’s balls which put him out of his misery. He forced himself to pull back as he came to counteract the urge to thrust forward, giving Will a good mouthful in the process.

Jack watched totally wrecked as Will pulled off him, darting a quick finger into his mouth to pull out the ring, the diamond milky with Jack’s seed. Will made a show of swallowing hard and held out the ring for Jack, whok thk the hint and leaned forward to lick off the excess, tasting himself, the gold of the band, and whatever tasteless essence was contained in diamonds. He could see Will’s eyes dilate as he scrutinized him, black as the midnight sea.

They sat there across from each other for a moment, sweat cooling on their bodies, heart rates slowing, before Jackrkedrked and eyebrow. “You sure now what a man likes, William; I’ll give you that.”

Will smiled. “Not hard to guess with you, Jack; you’ve been drooling over the thing all night.”

Jack contemplated this for a moment before sitting back against the wall, pulling Will with him to curl up against his chest. “Will you come with me?” he asked.

Will sighed. “No, no I can’t. Richard needs me. I have a good life here. Maybe someday though.” He paused. “You could come and visit,” he suggested hopefully.

“As often as I can,” Jack agreed, running his hand through still damp curls. “You’re long lost lover no longer lost. Besides, I might like to retire one of these days, before the noose or a rival retires me first. Find myself a handsome young man to keep me company in my quiet years.”

Will pulled back surprised. “You. Give up pirating and the Pearl.”

Jack shrugged. “Never had anything to quit for I suppose. And who said I’d give up the Pearl. We could sail the world, visit strange lands, spend all my ill gotten trea.”
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Will stared intently at him, eyes wide and glittering, then rested back against him. “Trade in one lonely old man who spoils me rotten for another? Sounds like a capital deal.”

Jack smiled warmly, wandering mind making plans for the future. He would be taking extra trips ashore, more than once a year that was for sure. Perhaps every other hour!

“Until then, though,” Will declared holding up the diamond ring between his index and forefinger for Jack to see. “A reminder.”

Jack took the ring; it’s ample weigh settling comfortably in his hand. His wide, satisfied s fla flashing. Not exactly how he’d planned to get it there, but it would do, it would do.

The end