The Present

The Present, by Hellborne (the_ferret_mom@yahoo.com)
Pirates of the Caribbean – NC-17

Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.

Typing convention. / is used for thoughts. * - * - * is used for scene changes.

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Summary: It’s the first Christmas after the Curse was broken, and Will hasn’t seen this cold a winter in Port Royal since his arrival from England.

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Not wanting to waste another log on the fire, Will brought his bedding out to the forge for the fifth night in a row. It was the coldest December he’d ever felt in Port Royal. /I wonder if it’ll snow?/ He lay down next to the usually overly hot forge and felt almost comfortable in its warmth.

He contemplated his loss of Elizabeth. /We’d have gotten married tomorrow had she lived./ A stray tear invaded his thoughts. As more appeared, he let them fall freely. He finally banished the thought in order to try to sleep, but sleep wouldn’t come easily, as usual.

He wondered yet again what happened to the Black Pearl and her crew; there had been no news since they sailed away close to six months before. As Will’s vision finally dimmed with sleep, those eyes found their way into his consciousness again, unbidden as always. The ingenious but mad pirate’s eyes of Captain Jack Sparrow. He had addressed himself as such even though he’d had no ship, but when he finally did reacquire the Pearl, he truly had earned the title. But those eyes...they haunted him at night or whenever his mind drifted. Black, shining eyes, sultry, like born to a woman, lined with kohl for safety from the sun, catlike movement described Jack; seductive as a Noble’s mistress, though Will had never seen one.

Will was just falling asleep when he heard a noise inside the room. He sat up straight, alarmed that he didn’t have his sword with him like he usually did. “Who’s there?!”

Immediately, a large bag was dropped over his head and pulled down to his waist. Two men grabbed his arms; a very hard hit to his head and he bonelessly collapsed.

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When Will awoke, he found himself gagged and tied securely, much like a calf trussed up for branding, sitting naked in a large bag of sorts, his head the only part of him showing. From the rolling of the floor, he decided he was on a ship.

One of the men noticed him moving and walked over, smiling. “Don’t you worry none, Mr. Turner. We’re not going t’ harm you. In fact, if ye don’t like your Christmas present, you’ll be back to Port Royal safe and sound right after New Years.”

Will struggled, trying to yell through the gag.

The man shrugged. “Sorry, mate. Can’t understand ye. But we’ll be there in another day and a half. Did ye eat before we picked ye up?” Will shook his head. “ If ye stay quiet, I’ll take the gag out for now, so ye can eat and drink. If yer goin’ t’ yell, it goes right back till we get to Tortuga. Agreed?” Will nodded and the man removed the gag.

Will kept his voice low. “May I ask where you’re taking me and why?”

“Well, considering our ship is in Tortuga till after New Years, ye might say ‘Tortuga’. As to why? We’re givin’ our Captain a Christmas present. You. But knowin’ de captain, ‘e won’t keep ye if ye don’t want to stay.”

“Why would a human being be a good Christmas present? Am I to be a slave? And who’s your captain, anyway?”

“Well, not just any human, ye understands. Just you. And you’ll not be his slave...no doubt about that. ‘E hates slavery. Other than that, I’ll not spoil the surprise. But know this, Mr. Turner. We’re all very protective of our Captain, so don’t go hurtin’ ‘im if ye value your hide.”

The man went to the table and fetched a tankard of ale and a turkey leg. “Now open your mouth so I can feed ye.” He brought up the leg to Will’s mouth and waited patiently as Will ate, giving him sips of ale whenever he asked.

Once Will was completely finished with the food and drink, the men took hold of him and laid him down on the cot as comfortably as they were able, bidding him “goodnight” as they replaced the gag in his mouth.

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“Mr. Turner, it appears we’re early, so we’d best get you ready to go ashore. Ye need to stay very still for a bit, so we’re goin’ to have to knock ye out again. But if ye don’t struggle, it won’t hurt as bad as last time, understand?”

Will tried to object, but the gag made his words unintelligible., He shook his head in protest, but the blow came too swiftly, and he fell back, his head hitting the pillow, out cold.

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“Hey boy! If ye want some supper, ye’d better come ‘ere and get it.”

Will sat up and immediately wished he hadn’t. His head pulsed with his every heartbeat, and the dizziness made him fall over again, eyes closed.

“Tom must o’ hit ye a wee hard. ‘Ere. Let me bring it to ye.” Will felt a cold, wet cloth being placed on the back of his head. “That should make ye feel better. Sometimes Tom don’t know ‘is own strength. Now ‘ere’s your supper, lad. We’ll be leavin’ for the ship in a couple of hours, so you’ll have plenty of time to relax. Jus’ don’t go thinkin’ ‘bout escapin’; you ain’t wearin’ any clothes, and we didn’t bring any for you neither.” He helped the hapless blacksmith sit up and gave him a plate and a mug, which Will accepted gratefully, taking several refills of the hot, spiced rum.

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With the entire crew in Tortuga partying with friends and family, Jack decided to relax on the bridge of his Pearl, leaning back on the wheel, his great coat wrapped tightly around him, belly-warming mug of mulled rum in his hands. Though the rum tasted a bit strange, Jack figured they’d run out of one of the requisite spices and blithely substituted something else for it.

/I’ll be sure to make sure Ragetti gets all the cooking supplies he wants before we leave./ As he watched the stars and whispered to his Lady, his eyes started to cross and his utterings became less and less comprehendible with sleepiness. Finally, his body listed to one side and fell over, a steady snore replacing the soft murmurs.

The four conspirators hefted the bag they were carrying into the Great Cabin and dumped a very inebriated, naked blacksmith on Jack’s bed. They tied his hands together, securing them to a metal loop in the headboard and laid him out on his back. Two of the men went to the helm and carried one serenely unconscious Jack Sparrow into the cabin, undressed him completely and placed him on his back in the bed next to Will. Jack immediately rolled over, contentedly draping himself all over the boy, who slept quite soundly through it all. The men smiled, made sure the heating stove was well stoked and left, finally getting to the parties they’d been missing for the past five days. Tomorrow was Christmas Day, and their families and friends were waiting.

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When Jack awoke, he noticed that he was naked and draped over a deliciously warm body. He opened one inquisitive eye and looked at Will, who was still out from the previous evening’s drinks. “William? William Turner?” No response. “What a pleasant surprise. I must have been a VERY good boy this year for ‘Father Christmas’ to bring you to me.” He opened both eyes and watched Will sleep, his vision moving down the blacksmith’s body appreciatively. As his gaze moved back up Will’s body and passed his head, it finally dawned on Jack that Will’s hands were tied to the headboard. He carefully freed them, tossing the rope off the bed. He leaned in and kissed the boy’s forehead. “Merry Christmas, William.”

Will stretched and rolled over, moving into Jack’s waiting arms. His eyes flew open and he scuttled sideways like a crab, jumping off the bed with a squeak. At the discovery he was naked, he squeaked again and ducked down below the level of the bed to hide his body.

Jack chuckled. “What’s wrong, lad? You don’t have to hide from me. Now tell Old Jack just how you came to be in his very own bed.”

“Four men came to the smithy and knocked me out when I was trying to sleep. When we reached Tortuga, they got me very drunk. That’s about all I remember till I woke up with you.”

“Well, I’ll have to thank them for their intentions, but I do apologize for them actually going ahead and doing it. Kidnapping is NOT an acceptable behavior aboard my ship.” Jack swung his feet off the bed and walked over to his sea chest, where he pulled out a clean shirt and breeches. “These were your father’s. I found them in my chest in the hold after I got the Pearl back. I expect they’ll fit you well enough.” He tossed the clothes to Will. “I’ll find you some shoes and stockings later. With the crew on shore leave till after New Year’s, you’ll have to wait till then to head home. I’ll apologize to the missus when we get you back to Port Royal.”

“There is no missus, Jack.”

Jack’s heart sang. He did his utmost best to look crestfallen. “No missus? I thought you and Lizabeff would be happily married by now with a whelp of your own on the way. What happened?”

“She died three months ago of the ague.”

Jack walked over and gently put a hand on the still-naked blacksmith’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, lad. I know you loved her with all your heart.”

Wanting to change the subject, Will sat on the bed, casually holding his father’s clothes. “Jack, why am I here? Really, I mean?”

Jack smiled sheepishly. “Well, my bonnie William, I’m only guessing, but I think my guess is right. Some of the crew, being with me during the time I was without my Pearl, knew just how much I missed your da. I’ll not lie to you, William; Bill and I were close...VERY close, if you take my meaning.”

“Then you’re the reason my father stayed away for years at a time.”

Jack shrugged and sat next to Will. “I suppose I am. He loved your mum, lad, but I guess he loved the sea too much to go back. I mean...we loved each other, but not in the same way, really...or maybe it was; I don’t know, as I’ve never been in love with a woman myself. In fact, the only person I’ve ever been in love with was your father...till I met you.”

Will started. “You love me? We knew each other for only a week. You don’t really know me.”

Jack smiled gently, his eyes tearing at the memory. “Aye, I do lad. I knew you before you were born, William, when your mother’s eyes glowed with your impending birth. I knew you at your christening...or did you not know the name of your godfather? In fact...” Jack walked back to the chest and dug deep within, pulling out a slightly yellowed piece of parchment. “Your parents gave me this on that day.” He turned the parchment around for Will to see. It was a drawing of Will as a baby, with an inscription at the bottom: “To Jack Sparrow, our little William’s Godfather. William and Mary Turner.”

Will recognized it immediately. “My mother had a painting of that. It hung over the mantle till she died. It was lost on the crossing from England.”

Jack carefully replaced the parchment into the bottom of the chest. “I know. I’m sorry I didn’t come for you...I didn’t hear about Mary’s death till I made it back to Tortuga after being marooned by Barbossa, and by then it was too late and I lost track of you.”

Will considered everything Jack had just said. “Then why did I just now wake up NAKED...in your BED? You’re my GODFATHER?!”

“William, love. I’m a pirate. Whether you’re my godson or not has naught to do with my feelings toward you. Neither does my relationship with your father. I do love you: I can’t help that. I only wished that you could have had those feelings for me as well. But as your actions have told me, you don’t have them, so I’ll just rig up a hammock for myself till we get you home—“

“And who says I don’t?” Will walked over to Jack, abandoning the clothing on his way and placing his hand under Jack’s chin, raised it until their eyes locked. “Captain Sparrow, since Elizabeth died, only the memory of your eyes has allowed me anything like peaceful sleep. I envisioned what you looked like unclothed long before today; I wasn’t far off.” He smiled shyly. “In fact, the ONLY things keeping me from taking you in my arms is the law and my upbringing against sodomy. Besides which, I really don’t want the pain of being buggered.”

Jack grinned. “Then you do have feelings for me, William?” Will nodded. Jack took him in his arms, beaming. “You needn’t fear the law against buggery, nor the fear of pain in that regards.” He kissed the boy chastely. “I swear on pain of death that I shall never bugger you lest you request me directly. I love you, my bonnie William, with all my black heart, and I’ll keep you from pain as long as I live.” He sat on the foot of the bed, pulling Will onto his lap, their lips locking and tongues battling one another. Both were in tears of joy and unable or unwilling to let go of one another for fear that the dream would end. They both fell backward onto the bed, bodies still entwined, their tears turning to laughter.

Will broke away for a moment to look at the older man. “Jack, I do love you, but I know nothing of lovemaking with another man.”

“Ah, so you did have a tumble or two with the ladies?”

“No, Jack. You’ll be my first lover...ever.”

Jack bent his head to take Will’s nipple in his mouth, licking the tip between words. “Love...if it feels...good...to you...it’ll feel...good...to...me.” He sighed, suckling the boy’s nipple, worshipping his chest and neck with butterfly kisses.

Will allowed a small moan to escape as his chest arched off the bed, begging for more.

Jack smiled secretively. “Such a slight reaction? I’ll show you something worth moaning about, whelp.” He licked lower, dragging his tongue to Will’s navel and plunging it in, then following the almost boyish fuzz down to his manhood, stopping short of the member itself. He trailed his tongue around to the younger man’s sac and suckled on each ball, nibbling gently and automatically humming the song Elizabeth had taught him. He lifted Will’s legs over his shoulders and spread his cheeks, letting his tongue glide over the opening, licking deeply into the cleft, tickling the little rosebud and causing Will to pant and cross his legs around the pirate’s head.

Will whimpered and begged for more as Jack blew gently at the dampened area.

Jack nodded, breathing in the scent of his young lover. “Aye, lad. Much more.” He smiled as he repositioned himself slightly so that he could take the boy’s organ in his mouth; moving his tongue beneath the foreskin and around the crown.

Will moaned loudly. “My God, Jack! Oh GOD!” He thrust his hips up, forcing his manhood deep down Jack’s throat.

Jack continued the swallowing motion around Will’s now throbbing member till he ran out of breath, then backed off, grinning. “Now for something I think you’ll enjoy. But you tell me as soon as you want to stop and we’ll stop. Agreed?”

Will was ready for anything, allowing himself to have his legs lowered as Jack crawled on top of him, sitting on the blacksmith’s taut, muscled belly in order to reach above him to open a small drawer in the headboard and take out a tiny bottle of oil.

Opening the bottle, the older man poured some oil on Will’s silky length and massaged it with his right hand, then grasped Will’s right hand and poured some oil over the boy’s fingers. He grinned widely and in a single motion, straightened his legs, leaned forward and held Will’s shoulders as he rolled them both over positioning Will on top. He released Will’s shoulders and had Will move back to sit between the older man’s spread knees.

“Now what do I do, Jack?” Will was breathing hard and smiling seductively, his long lashes giving Jack shivers of lust up and down his body. His manhood was shuddering with need; his rosebud winking impatiently at the boy.

“Lad, just take your middle finger...” He grasped Will’s hand and brought the boy’s finger to his entrance. “Push in, William.”

“I’ll hurt you!”

“No, boy, you won’t. Just push.” Jack helped guide Will’s finger into himself, moaning his pleasure. He moved Will’s hand so that the finger glided in and out. “Add another, William.”

Will carefully pushed a second digit past the tight ring of muscle. He brushed his fingers against an area inside of Jack that made the pirate gasp in delight, his eyes closing and rolling up into his head. The whispered, “another,” along with the older man’s leaking member incited Will to press in a third finger, smiling and dragging all three of them against the spot he’d found.

The pirate captain went wild, his arms flailing and his head tossing from side to side; his eyes closed and ecstasy on his face. “William, please...” He somehow managed to control his hands enough to use one to remove Will’s fingers from his opening and the other to grasp the young man’s manhood and guide it to the now begging pucker of an entrance. “Please...fill me, William. I must feel you inside me!”

Will pushed in, slowly at first, but as the head silently popped past the opening, he felt the tightness around his velvet length and lost control, plunging deep, in and out of Jack’s hot hole, dragging along the area that drove the man below him so crazy with lust and desire.

Jack thrust his hips up to meet every movement that Will had to give him. The boy was SO enthusiastic and energetic that the pirate was ready to spill without any direct contact with his member. He tried to hold back, but as Will closed his eyes, flung his head back and plunged home, cumming, Jack screamed, his lust spurting between them hard even hitting the headboard and splattering both men quite heartily in the face.

Will collapsed on top of Jack, completely spent, wondering if he’d ever be able to get up.

Jack reached around his young lover and hugged him tight, lightly kissing his forehead, licking his own fluids from the boy’s face and weeping in his happiness, the blacksmith’s spent length still inside him. “I’ll have to thank the men for the best Christmas present I’ve ever had. Lad, your pirate blood is true.”

“Hmm?” Will couldn’t even lift his head; he started to drift off.

Jack smiled. “You’ve plundered me completely.”

Will yawned. “And you, me, Jack. Merry Christmas, my love.”

“Merry Christmas, Whelp.”

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End

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