The Day you Fucked but didn't quite Catch....

Norrington stood by the door, listening. The laughter and muffled screams and the harsh airy sound of the whip had ceased a while ago. He had left the deck before the punishment was done, otherwise his state would have been too obvious.And then his door was opened and Jack staggered in (or was staggered in by two men) and pushed down on the chair of Norrington’s writing desk.

“That was for verbal insult”, Norrington said coolly when the door had closed behind the minions. “I hope you’re being more cooperative now.”

Jack snorted weakly. He had his face on his arms, leaning forward on the desk, the red welts and wounds showing clearly on his back. He looked very much defeated. Norrington hadn’t expected to break his spirit that easily. It certainly didn’t matter to him physically too much. Jack had to be tough as a piece of old leather, considering what a life he lead.

“Are you wondering why you have been brought here?”

“’cause there was no more room anywhere else?”

Not very witty. “Stand up”, Norrington commanded, and to his astonishment, Jack complied. He supported himself on his arms, sinews straining, and pushed himself up. When his gaze was lifted, Norrington saw deep dark shadows under his eyes, and he was breathing in and out heavily.

Norrington had never thought he would see him so exhausted, so meek, so… weak. “Come on.” He placed a hand on Jack’s arm, but he didn’t need to grab or shove him – the leading touch was enough to make Jack walk.

To the door to his own cabin, and through.

He lead Jack to the bed, and Jack crashed down on his rump. He gritted his teeth. Norrington closed the door and lit one more lantern. It was getting pitch dark outside.

“Nice place, mate. Spacious.” It didn’t sound very convincing, but Jack was giving half a cheeky smile again already.

“Do you know that you’re completely at my mercy now?”

Jack nearly choked on a laugh. “Yeah?”

Norrington felt his stomach flutter. He half-wished it didn’t have to be like this. “Lie down.”

Jack shifted very carefully, until he lay on his side, and placed his cheek on his hand. Now that he got some rest, he looked almost comfortable. His dark eyes were looking up at the commodore, and a few of his braids fell over his shoulder to his neck. Norrington didn’t much like the knowing way in which he twitched the corners of his mouth upward. “Ye had me whipped for a reason, I s’pose?”

“To teach you respect for the Royal Navy.” Norrington looked down at him with all the contempt he felt. Not only for Sparrow. Also for himself.

“Aw, come on, Norrington, you can’t fool yer own gran like that”, said Jack suddenly and cocked his head a bit with an impudent grin. “You know how it is. Been planned for a career in the navy fer since you were 7, right? Boys like you went to fancy schools, very strict fancy schools. Lots of beatings there, I heard. Gives a lot of them boys a taste for it. Or is that a sock in yer pants?”

Norrington felt hot shame rise in his face. “Are you even aware of what I can do to you in your position now?!”

“Certainly. Navy, lots of months at sea, no women on the ship… ye get less choosy. They say that the three things the navy is famous for is rum, the whip and sodeemy.”

“Sodomy”, Norrington corrected automatically.

“Yeah, so anyway. Next thing you do is take advantage of little me and take my honour away.”

“You never had any honour to start with”, said Norrington coolly.

“Yeah, but ye’re taking it away nevertheless.”

“Would you rather have a second whipping?” asked Norrington with his voice as vicious as possible, and leaned down. “It might hurt less.”

“Yeah, or whipping might feel better fer some… death might be better for some than getting fucked. Even on sea, where ye start ta fuck boys if there’s no girls to be had. More messy and more smelly, but better than nothing.” Jack looked almost indignant. His voice was still weak and scratchy, but he didn’t show much fear.

“To relieve you of this fear, I’m not doing anything of that sort”, said Norrington, anger and shame burning in his stomach and lust tightening his pants.

“Ah. Sure, ye’re a gentleman. So you’re just making me show off me poor lil’ back and slack off to it?” Jack chewed his lip.

Norrington hated to be so easily predictable. He had expected more fear. More inexperience. “This is what I intend to do, yes. Nothing more.”

Jack looked up at him, his body sagging down in exhaustion. “Oh. Pity.”

And Norrington’s world did a somersault. Jack tried to get back up on his elbows, but before he could, Norrington was down by the bedside and had put a supporting arm around his shoulder. Jack winced when the cloth of the sleeve touched a gash.

“Help me take off that shirt?” he mumbled, before Norrington’s lips crushed down on his. The kiss didn’t last long. There was a lot more to do. Norrington’s hand slid down Jack’s belly and roughly cupped the bulge that was only to be felt under the baggy pants.

“Hmmmm”, hummed Jack happily. “That was necessary, heh?”

“Your impudence is going to be the death of you, Jack…” he huffed out angrily.
“Captain. It’s captain. You can call me Jack in bed, but only Captain Jack.”

“Oh, shut up.” He gingerly shoved the torn shirt to the side and loosened Jack’s belt.

“Ye have to put me on me belly”, whispered Jack against his lips, “’cause I can’t lie on…”

“Sure. Sure.” There was anger, but at what? Not at the hot, sweaty body before him, although he had any reason. And vice versa. “A hard-on from being whipped?”

“Every bloody time. I just don’t know what’s good for me.”

“I don’t think there’s much left for me to dishonour.”

“For your cock, the remnants of my honour are just good enough. Now will you take that bloody wig off? I don’t wanna laugh in bed.”

Norrington complied, suddenly feeling very naked with his short-cropped, ruffled hair.

“Beautiful. Much, much better.” Jack leaned forward and unbuttoned anything within reach, pushing his nose into the clothes to inhale Norrington’s smell. Norrington shoved more and more layers of cloth aside, and ran his fingers over the pale flesh the sun hadn’t burned. Jack turned onto his belly all by himself and smiled like the sun while he was stripped bare. Then he suddenly swallowed and turned around slightly. “Ye’re not doing this… dry, are ye?”

Norrington, already half-hanging over his back, shook his head. “I’ve got oil from the kitchen, you never know when it comes in handy.”

“I wanna see it. Show me what I get?”

Norrington dropped his pants, and Jack’s smile faded and ran down his face. “Uh….”

“I never said it would be easy for you to take.”

Jack snorted, but Norrington basked in the knowledge of having caught him in a moment of insecurity. “I like the prospect of that.”

….

“Uh… oh… slow… please, damnit, fuck, shit, oh God, it hurts…”

Norrington held still, applied more oil, pulled out, more oil, shoved back in, slow… just slow…

….

“Enough for you?”

“Yes… yes… uhm… more than enough. But not too much. No, not too much.”

“I hope you’re ready for the real act. When I really screw you… like THIS… or THIS…”

“ARGH!”

…..


“James, don’t stop, don’t stop now… please…” Jack’s hand came to his, resting on his hip, and squeezed it hard.

Norrington felt pure sunshine flood his stomach and came.

….

Jack was lying under him, panting and nearly sobbing. He had come hard, all over the bed, and Norrington was trying hard not to crash on his injured back.

“The situation got a bit out of hand here”, he mumbled, and pulled out, and even though he didn’t know what the hell he should do now with Jack, or what to do in any way.

Jack had his eyes closed. “Would it be too much to ask for some sort of treatment on me back now?” he asked weakly.

“Wait here.” Norrington grinned despite himself. Of course Jack deserved every lash. But there was no point in letting him suffer or risking an infection on him. He came back with a bottle of rum.

“Rum??!” Jack smelled it the moment he opened the bottle, and his spirit was re-awakened.

“It’s not for drinking.”

“...”

“Hold still.”

Jack gnashed his teeth when his wounds were cleaned quickly, and when Norrington applied some ointment with light, gentle fingers. A clean cloth was laid over the injuries, and Norrington helped him sit up to keep it in place with a bandage around his chest. Jack lay back down. “This is the first time anyone’s ever been so gentle with my wounds”, he mumbled. “It was nearly worth the whipping.”

Norrington chuckled. Here was someone who understood his passions, more, shared them. And there was this attraction, and at the same time this aversion. He had found a good thing.

And his hand was tied to the bedpost. “What the…?!”

Jack got up with an astonishing agility for his previous exhausted state. “Rope. Thought you knew what that was.”

Norrington squinted. His weapon was JUST out of reach, along with the rest of his clothing. And any sharp item. “JACK, YOU…!”

“Shhh. Wouldn’t wanna have yer crew running in and finding you smelling of butt, covered in spunk and nekkid, eh?”

“You… you fooled me, you just spread so I would…”

“Nah. I had fun. I wanted this. Otherwise I’d have tied you down earlier, but a man’s gotta have priorities. Liked it a lot, I’d definitely have a second go. But not today.” Jack was blabbering away while he got back into his clothes.

“There’s a watch on the deck”, hissed Norrington. “You can’t get away.”

“Oh yes. He’s standing with the back to yer door, I believe. Watching so nobody comes in.” Jack grabbed Norrington’s sword and a heavy iron jar. He flashed Norrington a smile which was still not the old smile, but definitely more like it than before. “I’ll just take the long boat and make the few yards to the coast. There’s other ships there, I believe I remember.”

“Help yourself”, gnashed Norrington.

“Sweet dreams. You’ll never forget the day that you fucked but didn’t quite catch Captain Jack Sparrow…”

“Oh my God, if you could at least spare me your catch phrases…” Norrington sighed and fell back. A second later he didn’t hear the door open, but he did hear the soft “thump” outside.

The End.