Restraint

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A/N: This is dedicated to my wonderful friend Shad Phenix who inspired me to write Sparrington with her lovely icons.


James couldn’t believe it; he had finally captured Jack Sparrow. He went to check on the prisoners, and seeing Jack sitting in his cell, wrists in irons, sent a jolt of desire through James and he was reminded of the dreams he had been having. James had always wanted to have some sort of control over Jack Sparrow. Much to his horror, he had begun having dreams about the pirate. He refused to call them fantasies because then he would have to admit to actually enjoying the subject matter.

He tried to ignore his steadily growing arousal, but it was useless. He finally had Jack under his control, bound and at his mercy. It was too much for him to bear. He whistled and when the dog came over to him he took the keys from it and proceeded to unlock Jack’s cell. Jack looked up as James entered.

“Time for the gallows already?” he asked.

“Oh no, Jack. I have something else planned for you. Come with me.” He took Jack to a large house, a mansion some would say, and ushered him inside. He then led jack to a sitting room and pushed him down into a straight-backed chair. He removed Jack’s sash before walking around the back of the chair and releasing one of Jack’s wrists only to replace the iron around a spindle in the chair’s back. James moved around to stand in front of him again; Jack was perplexed as to what he could possibly have planned that would involve him being shackled to a chair. Jack was even more confused when James proceeded to unbutton Jack’s shirt and remove it, along with his vest, sliding the sleeve down his free arm. It did not escape Jack that James’s hands were lingering as they trailed along freshly bared flesh. James moved and repeated his actions with Jack’s other arm, now leaving Jack bare-chested and restrained.

James quite enjoyed seeing Jack like this, half-naked, confused, and unable to stop it. He unconsciously licked his lips and took off his own jacket and shirt. Never taking his eyes off Jack he reached up and removed his hat and wig. He was pleased to hear Jack’s gasp as his natural hair was revealed. He leaned forward and plucked Jack’s hat off his head and placed it next to his own.

Jack was somewhat startled when James began to fiddle with the fastenings of his trousers. He pulled them down Jack’s legs slowly, savoring the sight of his skin as it was revealed to him inch by inch, and pulled his boots off as well with a forceful tug. Jack was now completely nude and he knew what James wanted.

“I’ve dreamed of this; of having you naked and bound before me, completely at my mercy.” James spoke softly while gazing at Jack appreciatively. Jack shivered slightly under this scrutiny but not in apprehension, as James suspected, but in anticipation. James did not know it, but Jack had often dreamt of being with the Commodore; however, the specifics were a bit different in this case.

James moved around behind Jack once again and grasped his wrists bringing his hands through the spindles of the chair and replacing the irons so that both wrists were effectively immobilized. As James removed his own trousers Jack watched, enthralled; when his erection was revealed, Jack’s breath hitched, his eyes darkened with lust, and he licked his lips. He so wanted to touch the smooth skin before him. James returned his attention to Jack and noticed that Jack was in much the same state he was. Jack’s own arousal was prominently displayed and James couldn’t stop himself; he reached out and ran a finger along the underside of Jack’s erection, from base to tip. Jack threw his head back and moaned at the intense sensation that caused. This action gave James access to Jack’s throat and he began to kiss, lick, and suck the exposed skin causing Jack to shudder and groan beneath him.

The noises Jack was making seemed to go straight to James’s already aching erection and he whimpered softly. The fact that he was the one eliciting such sounds sent a thrill through him. He moved to straddle Jack’s thighs and sat in his lap, their cocks trapped between them. The friction was exquisite and both men moaned loudly. James took Jack’s face in his hands and kissed him, hard. It was a rough, passionate, needy kiss and Jack didn’t hesitate to kiss back just as hungrily. He wanted to get on with it; he wasn’t sure how much more he could take of this.

James moved one hand down to grasp Jack’s erection between them. He slowly moved his hand up and down the length of him and spread the pre-cum along the shaft. Jack was writhing and trying desperately to thrust his hips into James, but he placed his other hand on Jack’s hips, stilling him. James lifted himself slightly and, without bothering to prepare himself, guided Jack into him. Jack’s eyes went wide and he watched James closely; he winced a little but that was the only indication that he was in any pain. Once Jack was fully sheathed within him James heaved a small sigh and remained still for a moment.

Jack had assumed, since he was the one restrained, that he would be bottoming during this encounter but he was not at all displeased. The feeling of James tight and hot around him was like nothing he had ever felt before. When James began to slowly rock his hips Jack felt as if he would explode. It was a wonder he hadn’t come already and he silently thanked whatever deity might have been listening for his stamina. He watched as James moved, his head was thrown back and he was constantly making little sounds of pleasure. Jack, for his part, was thrusting as much as he could with such little leverage and moaning continuously, occasionally punctuating his shallow thrusts with a grunt. He was straining against his bonds and frantically trying to touch James.

Suddenly James grabbed Jack’s shoulders and began to quicken his movements. Soon they were both pushed over the edge by intense orgasms. James slumped forward against Jack, who laid his head against James’s shoulder, both men panting as they recovered. James slowly, and somewhat reluctantly, removed himself from Jack, cringing slightly as Jack slid from his body. He moved about room and returned to Jack with two small towels which he used to clean them both. He was beginning to put his clothes back on when Jack spoke.
“If you would remove these irons I could dress myself.” Jack said softly. When James looked at him he continued. “I promise not to run. However, if you were to say, let me slip through your fingers, perhaps we could have a repeat performance someday?” He looked at James quizzically before the other responded.

“You’re serious?” He asked incredulously. Jack simply nodded and James thought for a moment. “Very well” he said with a sigh, and he removed the irons from Jack’s wrists. Jack stood and dressed himself languidly and as he walked past he whispered in James’s ear,

“I'm sure to be returning to Port Royal in the very near future.”