In The Still of The Night
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In The Still of The Night
TITLE In the Still of the Night
AUTHOR Clonesofconfusion
SUMMARY Jack and Will make time for each other
while Elizabeth and Norrington celebrate thier engagement
RATING NC17
PAIRING Jack/Will
FEEDBACK Please, if you like, please please review and tell us why, it would be very nice!!!! thankee kindly mates
CHARACTERS Those from POTC
BETAS none
AUTHORS NOTES This is for Beth, from Charlie. Happy Un Birthday!!!!!!
this has not been betaed!! all and any mistakes belong to Charlie, cause she wrote the thing!( Bravo just typed it up!)
DISCLAIMER We have no claim to POTC or any character contained herein, all that is ours is the plot and the errors!!!!!!!!
Will Turner, simple blacksmith, had had no qualms, and still didn't regret, turning down Elizabeth's invitation to the large engagement party her father was throwing.
It wasn't that Will wasn't happy for Elizabeth and Norrington, he was. It was just that he didn't feel it was proper for him to attend.
He'd always felt uncomfortable in the manor; Elizabeth was the only person to really welcome Will Turner anywhere in Port Royal.
The dark haired young man gave the small donkey a last pat on its hard furry head and extinguished the torches before checking the latches on the doors and windows before lifting his small lamp and heading for the steps leading up to the small loft room above the smith-shop.
Somewhat weary from the day's toils, Will was inattentive as he opened the door and stepped into the small loft room he'd claimed as his own so long ago.
Unhurridly, he stripped down, removing his shoes and stockings, followed by his shirt and vest. Slipping his fingers under his waistband, he pushed his trousers down long, lean legs and kicked them to the corner, where they lay with the shirt and vest. He raised the lamp and blew it out.
He rolled his shoulders as he moved to the single table in the room. upon it sat a stout pitcher and bowl set. He lifted the pitcher and poured some of the water in it into the bowl. Putting it down he picked up a cloth and, dipping it into the cool water, ran the cloth over his face, arms and bare chest.
He rewet the cloth and dragged it across his belly and down his legs, easily wiping away the day's sweat. One hand lifted his loose dark hair, the other swiped the nape of neck with the wet cloth. Feeling cleaner and cooler as the air dried the water droplets clinging to his body, he stretched, arms over head, and yawning and sprawling, on his stomach, across the long narrow cot.
***** ***** *****
Attuned as ever to his environment, Will's eyes popped open and he stiffened slightly, one arm slipping quickly and silently to the edge of the bed and over, grasping for his sword; a sword that wasn't there.
He tensed at the touch of cold steel on his back.
"Lookin' fer this?" Jack Sparrow's familier drawl sent a shiver racing down Will's spine.
Jack chuckled. "Yer predictable lad." The raven haired scalawag commented as he removed the pointy end from the younger man.
"And you're early." Will rolled on to his back and sat up.
The rasp of flint and a small flash quickly relit the small lantern. Jack carefully slid the glass chimney back into place and the wild flickering steadied..
The dim light flickered across Jack's face, reflecting in his dark eyes and glinting across golden teeth. The trinkets in his hair glimmered as stars in the black of his hair, and Will was struck by the otherworldliness of him. Jack was a being of the sea, a fey creature that belonged to nothing and everthing at once. Will thought, as he often did in moments like this, that Jack was Merfolk, a child of the Sea gods. As beautiful and as terrible as the sea was Jack Sparrow, and Will would have him no other way.
Already half dressed, exotic eyes peering out from the mass of twinkling, decorated hair, he was barefoot, his unbuttoned shirt half untucked from trousers that were a color complimented by his sun-loved skin.
Entranced, Will reached out, and gripping a handful of shirt, pulled the pirate closer.
"Couldn't wait to see ya, young William." Jack admitted, eyes gone black.
"I'm glad." Will whispered, divesting Jack of the shirt.
"What's the big to-do up there?" Jack grunted the last word when Will pushed him down onto the bed and tugged at his trousers.
"Engagement party." Will tossed Jack's clothing to the corner where his own still lay.
"Whose?" Jack grinned to himself at this game.
"Elizabeths and Norrington's. The Governer is very happy."
"What? Again?"
"Surely you didn't come all the way to Port Royal from.. from.. from where-ever, to discuss the wedding plans of Elizabeth and the Commodore!" Will teased his older lover.
"No, can't say that I did." Jack grinned, the meager light offered by the lamp glinted dully off golden teeth.
Will straddled the other man, knees pressing in to the mat at Jack's hips. He traced his fingers up the narrow waist, spreading his fingers across the hairless chest , up over strong sholders before following the muscular arms down to Jack's hands.
Bending his elbows, he leaned down and kissed the other, lips encouraging the supine man's reaction.
Jack pressed up, prolonging the kiss, before pulling back. He gazed up at the pale younger man.
Will smiles and gently pressed his lips to Jack's again, moving his hands to frame Jack's face.
Jack jerked his hips upand groaned deep in his throat, stroking his hands up and Will's strong back.
Will kissed down Jacks' neck, shifting his body as he nibbled and sucked on the sweet flesh behind Jack's ear.
Jack sighed and opened his legs, forming a space for his lover to settle closer. He wrapped both legs around Will's slim hips and grunted softly.
"Need you ,Will!" His raspy voice hissed into Will's ear, sending shivers of want down the blacksmith's spine.
"Yes!" Will gasped, sliding a hand between their bodies. Jack's eyes rolled wildly with Will's firm grasp.
Just their sounds filled the small room, Jack's grunts and moans, Will's panting, and the creaking of the old wooden bedframe.
Will's fingers were firm in the grip around the pirate's erection. Sliding his fist up and down - twisting at the head, thumb collecting the clear fluid to make the way smoother.
Will bit down on Jack's shoulder and Jack tensed, gave a wordless, nearly soundless cry and came. His seed was tenderly gathered into Will's hand and transferred below.
Will lifted one of Jack's legs over his arm, long fingers easily finding the opening of the pirate's body.
He eased a finger inside, moving shallowly in and out a few times before probing deeply, seeking Jack's secret pleasure.
"Quit teasing!" He hissed, smacking Will lightly on a smooth hip.
Will grinned. He pulled his finger out and scooped up more of the spent semen before before pressing in two, then three fingers.
"Yer killin' me lad!"Jack nearly sobbed, his control deserting him.
Moving his other arm so Jack now had both feet in the air, Will lined up carefully, positioning the tip of his member with the entrance of Jack's body. Then, taking a deep breath to steady himself, he pushed in, not stopping until he was completely sheathed. The two men sighed as one.
Will pulled halfway out and and pushed back in, slowly at first, steadily increasing in speed. The bed creaked alarmingly, but both men had other things on thier minds.
They kissed again, lips smashing together, limber tongues duelling.
Jack pinched at his own nipples, then at Will's, lifting his hips as much as he could to meet Will's thrusts. A second climax swept over the captain, the tightening of his body urged Will to the edge and over.
He threw back his head and and cried out, slamming uncontrollably into Jack before collapsing atop the tanned man. After a few moments their breathing evened out and Jack spoke as Will slid off him to cuddle at his side.
"Everytime, Will. I love this passion between us." He pressed his lips to Will's temple. "Why don't you come back to the Pearl with me?"
"You know why, Jack." Will chuckled and snuggled in closer to his lover. "We'd kill each other in a week."
"Oh, yeah. Forgot."
Now exhausted, Will felt his eyes close, drifting off to sleep.
Jack, needing to spend the night in his lover's arms, slipped from the bed only long enough to grap the abandoned cloth to clean themselves a bit before he, too, dropped off to a satisfied sleep.
AUTHOR Clonesofconfusion
SUMMARY Jack and Will make time for each other
while Elizabeth and Norrington celebrate thier engagement
RATING NC17
PAIRING Jack/Will
FEEDBACK Please, if you like, please please review and tell us why, it would be very nice!!!! thankee kindly mates
CHARACTERS Those from POTC
BETAS none
AUTHORS NOTES This is for Beth, from Charlie. Happy Un Birthday!!!!!!
this has not been betaed!! all and any mistakes belong to Charlie, cause she wrote the thing!( Bravo just typed it up!)
DISCLAIMER We have no claim to POTC or any character contained herein, all that is ours is the plot and the errors!!!!!!!!
Will Turner, simple blacksmith, had had no qualms, and still didn't regret, turning down Elizabeth's invitation to the large engagement party her father was throwing.
It wasn't that Will wasn't happy for Elizabeth and Norrington, he was. It was just that he didn't feel it was proper for him to attend.
He'd always felt uncomfortable in the manor; Elizabeth was the only person to really welcome Will Turner anywhere in Port Royal.
The dark haired young man gave the small donkey a last pat on its hard furry head and extinguished the torches before checking the latches on the doors and windows before lifting his small lamp and heading for the steps leading up to the small loft room above the smith-shop.
Somewhat weary from the day's toils, Will was inattentive as he opened the door and stepped into the small loft room he'd claimed as his own so long ago.
Unhurridly, he stripped down, removing his shoes and stockings, followed by his shirt and vest. Slipping his fingers under his waistband, he pushed his trousers down long, lean legs and kicked them to the corner, where they lay with the shirt and vest. He raised the lamp and blew it out.
He rolled his shoulders as he moved to the single table in the room. upon it sat a stout pitcher and bowl set. He lifted the pitcher and poured some of the water in it into the bowl. Putting it down he picked up a cloth and, dipping it into the cool water, ran the cloth over his face, arms and bare chest.
He rewet the cloth and dragged it across his belly and down his legs, easily wiping away the day's sweat. One hand lifted his loose dark hair, the other swiped the nape of neck with the wet cloth. Feeling cleaner and cooler as the air dried the water droplets clinging to his body, he stretched, arms over head, and yawning and sprawling, on his stomach, across the long narrow cot.
***** ***** *****
Attuned as ever to his environment, Will's eyes popped open and he stiffened slightly, one arm slipping quickly and silently to the edge of the bed and over, grasping for his sword; a sword that wasn't there.
He tensed at the touch of cold steel on his back.
"Lookin' fer this?" Jack Sparrow's familier drawl sent a shiver racing down Will's spine.
Jack chuckled. "Yer predictable lad." The raven haired scalawag commented as he removed the pointy end from the younger man.
"And you're early." Will rolled on to his back and sat up.
The rasp of flint and a small flash quickly relit the small lantern. Jack carefully slid the glass chimney back into place and the wild flickering steadied..
The dim light flickered across Jack's face, reflecting in his dark eyes and glinting across golden teeth. The trinkets in his hair glimmered as stars in the black of his hair, and Will was struck by the otherworldliness of him. Jack was a being of the sea, a fey creature that belonged to nothing and everthing at once. Will thought, as he often did in moments like this, that Jack was Merfolk, a child of the Sea gods. As beautiful and as terrible as the sea was Jack Sparrow, and Will would have him no other way.
Already half dressed, exotic eyes peering out from the mass of twinkling, decorated hair, he was barefoot, his unbuttoned shirt half untucked from trousers that were a color complimented by his sun-loved skin.
Entranced, Will reached out, and gripping a handful of shirt, pulled the pirate closer.
"Couldn't wait to see ya, young William." Jack admitted, eyes gone black.
"I'm glad." Will whispered, divesting Jack of the shirt.
"What's the big to-do up there?" Jack grunted the last word when Will pushed him down onto the bed and tugged at his trousers.
"Engagement party." Will tossed Jack's clothing to the corner where his own still lay.
"Whose?" Jack grinned to himself at this game.
"Elizabeths and Norrington's. The Governer is very happy."
"What? Again?"
"Surely you didn't come all the way to Port Royal from.. from.. from where-ever, to discuss the wedding plans of Elizabeth and the Commodore!" Will teased his older lover.
"No, can't say that I did." Jack grinned, the meager light offered by the lamp glinted dully off golden teeth.
Will straddled the other man, knees pressing in to the mat at Jack's hips. He traced his fingers up the narrow waist, spreading his fingers across the hairless chest , up over strong sholders before following the muscular arms down to Jack's hands.
Bending his elbows, he leaned down and kissed the other, lips encouraging the supine man's reaction.
Jack pressed up, prolonging the kiss, before pulling back. He gazed up at the pale younger man.
Will smiles and gently pressed his lips to Jack's again, moving his hands to frame Jack's face.
Jack jerked his hips upand groaned deep in his throat, stroking his hands up and Will's strong back.
Will kissed down Jacks' neck, shifting his body as he nibbled and sucked on the sweet flesh behind Jack's ear.
Jack sighed and opened his legs, forming a space for his lover to settle closer. He wrapped both legs around Will's slim hips and grunted softly.
"Need you ,Will!" His raspy voice hissed into Will's ear, sending shivers of want down the blacksmith's spine.
"Yes!" Will gasped, sliding a hand between their bodies. Jack's eyes rolled wildly with Will's firm grasp.
Just their sounds filled the small room, Jack's grunts and moans, Will's panting, and the creaking of the old wooden bedframe.
Will's fingers were firm in the grip around the pirate's erection. Sliding his fist up and down - twisting at the head, thumb collecting the clear fluid to make the way smoother.
Will bit down on Jack's shoulder and Jack tensed, gave a wordless, nearly soundless cry and came. His seed was tenderly gathered into Will's hand and transferred below.
Will lifted one of Jack's legs over his arm, long fingers easily finding the opening of the pirate's body.
He eased a finger inside, moving shallowly in and out a few times before probing deeply, seeking Jack's secret pleasure.
"Quit teasing!" He hissed, smacking Will lightly on a smooth hip.
Will grinned. He pulled his finger out and scooped up more of the spent semen before before pressing in two, then three fingers.
"Yer killin' me lad!"Jack nearly sobbed, his control deserting him.
Moving his other arm so Jack now had both feet in the air, Will lined up carefully, positioning the tip of his member with the entrance of Jack's body. Then, taking a deep breath to steady himself, he pushed in, not stopping until he was completely sheathed. The two men sighed as one.
Will pulled halfway out and and pushed back in, slowly at first, steadily increasing in speed. The bed creaked alarmingly, but both men had other things on thier minds.
They kissed again, lips smashing together, limber tongues duelling.
Jack pinched at his own nipples, then at Will's, lifting his hips as much as he could to meet Will's thrusts. A second climax swept over the captain, the tightening of his body urged Will to the edge and over.
He threw back his head and and cried out, slamming uncontrollably into Jack before collapsing atop the tanned man. After a few moments their breathing evened out and Jack spoke as Will slid off him to cuddle at his side.
"Everytime, Will. I love this passion between us." He pressed his lips to Will's temple. "Why don't you come back to the Pearl with me?"
"You know why, Jack." Will chuckled and snuggled in closer to his lover. "We'd kill each other in a week."
"Oh, yeah. Forgot."
Now exhausted, Will felt his eyes close, drifting off to sleep.
Jack, needing to spend the night in his lover's arms, slipped from the bed only long enough to grap the abandoned cloth to clean themselves a bit before he, too, dropped off to a satisfied sleep.