Alone Time

Title: Alone Time
Pairing: Jack/Will
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Mickey, don't be mad at me, I'm just playing with your property.
Warnings: Some small hints of things that could be seen as kinks. Nothing too squicky though.

A/N: Gratuitous pirate porn written completely at work over the past six months or so. Includes inane water-related metaphores of kinds that make just about as much sense as a merry-go-round on speed.
Has not been betaed, only scrutinized over by the decidedly language-lacking author, so upon encountering anything that sounds like it hurts like hell, it's not supposed to be there. Tell me about it and I'll fix.

Alone Time


The sky was clearer than it had been in three days. The thunderous clouds had been parting since morning and the sun had nearly magical shine through the lingering shreds. The storm hadn`t done much damage but the little things had taken their time to repair, even with the knowing hands of Jack`s First Mate on them. They had just weighed anchor to continue their voyage from the sheltering cove they had been lucky enough to find.
There were pirates on deck resting from the days work, enjoying the calmness of the sea and their rations of rum. Everybody felt the inglorious joy of their lives, realizing they had been given, again, the chance to see tomorrow.

There were still two men who didn’t give a toss about the nature’s fanciful work of art, though they had been relishing the rum.
One of them threw an armfull of belongings across the room as soon as the door to the cabin opened enough. An impressive collection of cutlasses, belts, hats, tangled fabric, boots and other miscellaneous objects, that had been removed from the pair to ease their working, ended up in a haphazard pile on the floor.
“The blazes with all these effects! One would think we’re running a shop of sorted bloody items around here.”

The indignant pirate captain forgot his aggravation the second the other man turned him around and latched his lips on the disgruntled ones.
They were interrupted by approaching footsteps.
“Will, the door.” Jack managed to utter from the side of his mouth, and both of them reached to close the door, hastily, trying not to fall over on their tangled legs in the process.

The door safely closed, and the younger man pleasantly pressed between it and the bulge in Jack’s breeches, roused a sigh of relief from both the men.
With that, all haste dropped.
They had avoided the encounter with whoever was walking in the corridor, and the crew knew better than to come knocking when the door was closed and the pair of pirates nowhere to be seen. The crew had learned the hard way.

Now there was no time. It didn’t exist. There was only the two men and the cabin they were in, and all else had faded into oblivion.
They returned to the passionate kiss, Will sucking Jack’s lower lip into his mouth.
Jack pursued to open the buttons of Will’s shirt and failed miserably.
“Why`d ya ‘ave to wear this today, of all days, for? It`s too tricky in this condition, and I’d rather save tricky for later” the captain of the Black Pearl mumbled in his partner’s mouth the best he could with his lip trapped.

Will couldn’t resist answering and had to let go of his prey to do so. “Tricky?” Will chuckled. “Tricky as in I`m wearing anything at all? You never had problems with a mere shirt before.”

Jack pulled the shirt off Will’s shoulder as far as it agreed to move and made sure that every word of his ramblings were said close enough to Will’s delicate skin so he could feel as well as hear them.

It had been one of his finest discoveries to find that Will was extremely sensitive around his ears and neck. A fact that Jack used in his advantage shamelessly. Not that Will often complained about it either.
“Aye, but yer other shirts aren’t me sworn nemesises as this ’ere is proving to become. Except, of course the one we already got rid of.”

The mumbling was tickling down Will’s jaw line, and the hissing of ´nemesises` reaching the tender skin on his neck Will nigh but giggled. The sound brought a raunchy grin on Jack’s lips and his hands tried to tug the evil shirt from Will’s breeches. “And wouldn’t it be a glorious sight, me First Mate fixing me Pearl with nothing but his skin on.”

The murmuring mouth advanced to the hollow of Will’s neck , while the hands roamed around his back with firm caresses to grab Will’s bottom, having not succeeded to tug the shirt off. Jack was all too anxious to concentrate on one task at a time.
Jack lapped on Will’s throat lavishly, leaving saliva glistening there and blew to it gently. Will shuddered against Jack with a small mewl.
His eyes closed and his mind in sweet tremor Will didn’t have the coherency to grab on the meaning of Jack’s words.

While dragging his tongue along Will’s jaw line all the way to his ear, Jack trapped Will’s hands against the wall by his wrists. He pushed his hips against the young man, pushing his whole body against the warmth of his lover, bucking against the bulge in Will’s trousers, panting from the badly needed friction.He gave Will’s ear shell a slow lick, the moisture heightening the effects of his words.
“Remind me about tha’ the next time the crew goes for shore leave. Wouldn’t want ‘em mangy characters around, eyeing lustfully at sumthin’ they can never get. Like ye know, I want to ‘ave me crew taking what they want, an’ I can’t ‘ave ‘em taking you, now can I?”

With that, Jack let go of Will’s wrists and leaned back just enough to see the beautiful trembling of his partner. He could easily spend the rest of the night watching in awe of Will shivering, face up, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, moaning and sighing, enjoying the impact that Jack had on him.

The twitching of his needy cock bringing Jack back to the more immediate aspects of life, he lounged himself against Will again, grinding himself on the man.He found his mouth latched on Will’s neck, sucking on the salty, sweaty skin desperately, clasping his arm around his lovers shoulders to hold him close, the other hand sneaking under his shirt, now determined to get under the clothing.

Will’s breathing ragged, his pulse racing, his captain’s senseless mutter sending shivers down his spine and the mouth now back on his neck making him weak on his knees. All that was keeping him standing was the man before him. He lingered in the small sting that Jack’s suction was giving and dug his hands in the hair of this wonderful man.
Will had opened his mouth to have a say in the plans, having comprehended the main themes and knowing that Jack would definitely go with them, insisting that Will hadn’t objected when they’d talked about it, but all he could do was to hiss inwards as Jack turned the suck into a bite, and then licking on the spot soothingly.

Jack lift his head from his task and was met by Will’s demanding lips on his.
Both men groaned into each others mouths, tongues meeting in fevered craving for exactly what they were getting.

“I need to touch you, more.” Jack pried himself reluctantly off the heated kiss. His skin was burning under his clothes, urgent to be pressed against heated skin.
He removed his own shirt hastily, throwing it in the general direction of somewhere, and proceeded to deal with the offending clothing that was covering the warmth calling for him.

“Need to feel you Will…” Inebriated by the passion and pure lust built in and between them, Jack went on whispering inanities that were only meant, and only had meaning, for Will. “I want you William. I never want to be anywhere else.”
Punctuating his words with nips on Will’s earlobe, his voice thick and husky with desire, he bestowed his greed for Will upon the young man. “Need you in me…on me…over me…”

The rest of it muffled as Jack was down on the collar of the vicious shirt, biting on it, and with the collar between his teeth, he raised his head to align his mouth next to Will’s ear again, to send the sound straight to it’s target. He caressed Will’s chest, deliberately leaving the hard nipples untouched and with a feral snarl he wrapped his hand around Will‘s neck.

Will howled wantonly, not being able to stifle it even if he wanted to. His head hit the door behind him but he didn’t even notice.
Breathing heavily, Will clutched his fingers hard into Jack’s shoulders. The sound of the snarl sent liquid fire to his crotch and got his rock hard arousal twitching from the aural impulse, his hips trying to find something to brush against in vain.
Jack’s hand rose sharply from holding his neck to keep Will’s head back, his thumb caressing the jaw gently. Grinding his teeth he made a small rip on the collar and with his other hand he took a firm grasp on it.

“Grrrough” Jack woofed like a dog with a new toy when he tore the shirt halfway apart, sending buttons flying. Slipping his hand from under the remaining cloth and giving Will the control of his head back, Jack ripped the rest of the shirt baring the full Junoesque torso that he craved for.
Will stared at the unpredictable man, enchanted, breathing deep in anticipation. He knew that the next move was going to take his breath away, and thanked their luck to have found the massive amounts of silk and velvet on a trading vessel with linen cargo some two years ago.

If they hadn’t hung the cloths around the cabin, in attempt to muffle the sounds emanating from the actions one could loosely call their love making. The brutal noises would raise fear even in the most purest of hearts.
It had before, and they didn’t really need Mr. Gibbs worrying and coming to check if everything was fine. It had been somewhat awkward trying to stop Jack from shooting the poor man the second time around.

Shaking his head back, sending the trinkets in his hair jingling, Jack growled in the back of his throat. Taking a step back, he bit down to the shredded shirt again and kept tugging it between his teeth, baring the shoulder’s and finally the arms of his bronze-moulded semi-god.

Will had to turn around against the wall to rid the remains of the shirt, and instantly as the piece of cloth hit the deck, there was a horny pirate captain pressed firmly on his back. Will was panting out of the excitement of having Jack so obviously in the brink of insanity, dwelling in the knowledge that Will was the reason for it.
The heat of Jack’s body was almost enough to incinerate, and Will was sure the hands of the older man left burn marks on the shoulders and arms they were stroking.

This wonderful torment that Jack was making him endure, was his way of rewarding Will for the days hard work. Every time, after either a raid or a storm or some other straining event, the sex was fantastic, not that it wasn't always so, but on these occasions it went on for sweet forever and was over far too quickly. Luckily there were plenty of action around the Black Pearl.

Knowing exactly how to get more of what he desired for, Will focused his breathing in producing words. “You have to take us to some port, I’m running out of shirts at the rate you keep destroying them”

Jack was sliding his covered cock up and down against Will's arse, mimicking movements that were to ensue on bare and soft skin as soon as the, yet another, barricade of cloth was handled.
The challenging note in Will’s voice made him grin like a madman. To have found his match in life and love, and in sleeping quarters, not to mention other convenient places, was something Jack had difficulties to fully believe, and in times like this he knew it was true. This man was his match in everything, and Jack would never have it any other way.

He took the curls of Will’s hair in his right hand and wrapped them around his fist to make Will turn his head back. Using the hair to control Will’s movements Jack pressed the young man’s cheek against the wall, still holding his head in a gentle angle. He lapped on the bare and exposed ear, wetting it with completely and finally blew in it keenly.

Will whimpered and shivered when the sensation went through his body.
Jack gripped on the hair forcefully. Fortifying himself against the fantastic effects the noises from the lad raised in his physique, he started ranting in grunts. “Maybe that’s exactly what I’m trying to do ‘ere. Maybe I don’t care if you go shirtless.” He nipped on Will’s earlobe and lapped at the ear again. He loved this game. “Maybe I’ll just keep ye in me cabin so it doesn’t matter.”

He stuck his tongue in the listening ear and made another growling noise in the deep of his throat.
Satisfied on the goose-bumps that he could feel under his roaming hand all over Will’s upper body, he closed his eyes and prepared for the reaction his actions were going to have.
He made the final vocal invasion on Will’s ear canal. “Maybe I’ll have ye all to meself to look at. Wha’ say you in tha’?”
With the last syllable he let go of Will’s hair and took a small step back to give the other man room, just enough to turn to face Jack.
Positively growling, Will launched himself on Jack, nearly tipping them over, and hauled them on the bed, practically carrying Jack and unsure if his own feet even touched the floor.

“You do know you’re killing me, don’t you Jack?”
Will was pinning Jack to the bed on his shoulders, leaning over him, straddling him, basically trying to burrow his throbbing erection into Jack’s.
Jack grinned mischievously and raised his hip to meet Will’s need. He took Will’s head between his hands and looked him straight in the eyes. “Now, why else would I be doin’ it, luv?”

He tried to give Will a wink to accompany the grin, but Will dashing for his neck and biting down to it made him howl and wrap his arms around his lover instead. With loving appreciation for the sudden incentive Jack gave Will a wide-eyed look.
“Oh, bloody hell, Will, …that…tha’ was good.”
Will grinned and rolled over next to Jack, both their hands fleeing to release themselves from the annoying confinements of their breeches.
Jack was the first to comply and he rolled on Will, thrusting his cock against Will’s, making both their eyes turn back in their sockets and uncontrolled sounds rising from the sudden feeling.

Will kicked the tangled breeches from around his ankles, his squirming making Jack’s breath hitch, falling flat on top of him. He stayed there, completely motionless, untill he needed to breath again. “Who’s killing who, I wonder?”
Will chuckled at Jack’s antics and with one smooth manoeuvre flipped them over again.
Jack stayed still on his back, his eyes closed.
Will couldn’t help himself but to sigh at the sight of his lovers flushed face.
Every day, every time was different with this crazy bastard. Being able to be who he was, was enough reason for Will to appreciate the companionship highly, but Jack was doing so much more than just accept. He was absolutely nurturing everything Will was, all the parts that Jack didn’t much like, he cherished them anyway.

Even with the fact that Will wasn't always necessarily accepting everything Jack was, did, or had done before, the older man prompted him to keep his stubborn views.

And this. The back-and-forth tide of desire. From burning lust to making things slow down, deliberately stalling, halting, to make it last.He cupped Jack’s cheek in his hand and kissed the man gently on the lips.

There was absolutely no reaction what so ever.
Will smiled in the soft, full lips, eyes gleaming with lust and made another surprise attack to bite Jack’s neck. The interlude was over.

Jack’s back arched violently off the bed, eyes wide and he let out a downright call of a rutting pirate.His somewhat unkempt fingernails digging in Will’s back, he dallied in the after effects of the bite. “That was even better.”

Jack took Will’s hair in his fist again and kissed him with all the heat he was in. He pulled the hair and manoeuvred Will so that he had no choice but to turn to his back. In a blink of an eye, Jack was straddling him. “Sit up, you buggering perfection.”

Sitting lightly on Will’s thighs and raising himself so Will could hoist himself to a half-laying, half-sitting posture comfortably, Jack leaned down to lick on the smeared drops of pre-cum on Will’s skin that their aching members had wept in anticipation.
Will gasped from the lewd visual incentive as well as from the sudden feeling itself.
He reached his hands to dig in the mess of braids and beads and loose hair and made it inescapably clear that he wanted, needed, the possessor of said mess higher on his body.
The possessor eagerly complied.

As soon as Jack was in his reach, Will bit down hard on Jack’s shoulder, sucking on it to soothe the harshness of his teeth but still not letting go from the bite.

“Oh, God!“ Jack gasped when he felt a stream of small lightnings running from his shoulder to all around his body. He pressed his forehead against Will’s shoulder, his hands clenched into fists, pushing himself to the glorious form under him, to get as much skin contact as possible, biting his lip to hold the scream down to a mewl of pure felicity.

Kissing the bite with soft lips, Will held Jack’s hips to keep him still, Will’s cock delightfully pressing against Jack’s perineum in promise of good things coming to those who wait.

“Hand me the oil” Jack uttered, shaking, trembling between flashes of pleasure Will was causing by roughly nipping the delicate skin under Jack’s collar bone with his teeth.
Without looking, Will felt around and grabbed the vial that they kept handy on the drawer next to the bed.

Jack moved aversely from Will’s sweet torture, kissed the hand offering the vial softly and put the small bottle next to him on the bed.Clinging on Will’s hand with both of his own trying to stop them from shaking, he took Will’s index finger in his mouth suckled on it.

Jack stared deep into Will’s eyes, chafing himself to him, opening his legs wider, fitting Will against the soft parts of him, so that he could get the firm shaft rubbing his aperture and his sack, his aroused little noises muffeld by the finger in his mouth.
Will focused hard to keep his eyes open. He wanted to memorize every expression and motion on Jack’s face, to treasure the absolute obscenity of yet another act of the spectacle that was Jack Sparrow.
He held Jack’s hip with his other hand, caressing the hip bone with his thumb, pushing his crotch upwards involuntarily when the feral desire became too much for a human to handle.

Jack pulled the finger out of his mouth with one final suck and turned the hand palm-up.
He had to steady himself for a brief moment, eyes shut, swallowing hard, before he reached for the vial. The anticipation was nearing to it’s end and Jack nearly spoiled it all by almost coming from the thought alone.

Opening the bottle with his teeth, glancing lust filled looks on the lad, he poured some of the oil on the palm, applying it on Will’s first two digits with massaging movements with a lecherous smile on his face.

“Make me feel…special” He whispered into Will’s ear, leaning forward, lifting himself to steer the lubricated fingers between his legs to meet the awaiting hole.
“Don’t I already?” Said the man under him, clearly indicating that the game wasn‘t over, despite his voice being quite husky and his chest heaving with ragged breath, never mind the feeling that his mind was going to boil over any moment now.

The older pirate grinned against Will‘s shoulder, let go of the wrist he’d been holding and started to lower himself on the slick fingers.
“Ye’ ye do” Came out in loud whisper from the mouth that was now sucking on Will’s earlobe to muffle the inevitable moan of desire, and of course, to make the man squirm blissfully from the sound itself.

Pushing his fingers deeper inside Jack, Will felt the warmth and the smoothness in the tightness. Jack placed his hands on Will’s shoulders to balance himself for Will to have better access.
Will crooked the digits, stroking to find the rougher feel that the highly responsive bundle of pleasure-bringing nerve endings had on his fingertips.
Finding it, he gently pushed and swept over it, making Jack push down on his hand. Gasping deep, Jack breathed in the moan, first from the shockwave of Will’s knowing touch, then of the feeling of sudden emptiness, when he impelling need for something bigger made him rise away from the fingers.

“Now, Will.” Jack insisted, setting his firm hand around Will’s hardness, leaning forward, supporting himself with his left arm and placing the weeping tip of Will’s cock against his entrance. The ring of muscle gave way for the intruding member and Jack had the delicious feeling of filling coming over him.
With the lubrication only from Will’s oiled fingers and his pre-cum, it was impossible for Will to slide in smoothly.

Knowing that this was exactly what his lover needed, he thrust hard into Jack, gritting his teeth as the ardour of the man engulfed him willingly. He stopped moving, still pushing up hard, as deep as he could, letting Jack enjoy every bit of the intensity, and the mixture of pain and pleasure he had caused.

The tightness around his shaft was immense and painful, sublime and consummating

The more he could get Will involved in every one of them, the better they were, and he knew Will was right there with him.
Holding on to Will‘s shoulders with bruising fingers, matching the force he felt on his hips, Jack leaned in to kiss the man. The kiss was affectionate, soft, meant to calm them down a notch and with that they could pry their holds off.

Feeling himself adjusting to the fullness, Jack sat up on Will’s lap, steadily impaled by the lad’s cock, he reached to take the bandana that was tied around his head. Calming his breath, he opened the knot and tied it back to his hair, now gathering every braid and trinket in the loop to the back of his head and tightening the scarf firmly.
He didn’t like the adornment hitting his face at some critical moment.

Will was waiting for Jack to finish his doings and let his hands roam across the pirate’s waist and chest, down to the thighs and knees, and eased his hands in between the folding of Jack‘s leg and thigh before fixing his eyes to the meeting gaze. With a squeeze on the flesh he was holding, he leaned his head back baring his throat. “Ride with me Jack”

Taking support on the strong shoulders of the former blacksmith, Jack started rising slowly up the length without allowing his gaze to drop. Will eased his hands under Jack’s arse and met the man’s weight as he started to push down again.
Will had hardly enough time to notice the feral grin on Jack’s face before he felt teeth against the tender skin under his ear, making him buck his hips up. The assault of the sensations waving from head to toe had him pressing his back into the headboard of the bed and the mattress, letting out a broken whimper. Jack’s upper body completely merged with his own, the only thing separating them was the thin layers of heated skin on skin. The mouth on his skin suckled of the spot before releasing it with a wet sound and a gently chilling blow of air.

“I’ll ride with you, wave after wave, luv.” Voice thick, heavy and turgid with arousal, Jack growled against Will’s neck, nuzzling his nose behind the man’s ear. “You just worry about the smoothness of it.”
The sweaty chests sliding against each other, Will clutching Jack’s buttocks, Jack mirroring the hold on Will’s shoulders, Will started lifting the loved weight wrapped around his cock and pulling air through his teeth.

“Smoothness is something you’re providing.” With mutual effort, the ragged slide became the beginning of a slow pace. “No need for me to worry about it.”
Pushing himself up for a better angle, more leverage and for the sake of having Will brushing against his prostate, Jack pressed himself against the hands insisting the pace to hasten. The sudden feeling or air rushing between them made him shiver and gasp and the following feeling of a stroke on the sensitive area inside him made him drop his head forward involuntarily.

The whimper it all caused Jack to release was something Will was never going to forget, and determined to hear it as often as possible.
“Oh, god Jack you…make the…most beautiful sounds.” Talking without punctuating the words with eager draws of breath was growing anything but possible so Will decided against trying to make sensible sounds and for the more guttural ones.

When Will slipped his hands from under the steadily clenching buttocks and traced the path to Jacks waist with his palms, he was rewarded with a sound somewhere between a sigh and a sob as Jack took in the part of his cock that was unreached before.
Without the support of the strong hands, Jack was left to set the pace most enjoyable for him, with closing his eyes and baring his teeth, he let the air in his lungs bring out what ever his vocal chords had to offer in response to what ever Will had to give.
Much to Will’s enjoyment, the offerings were hitching little noises with the occasional “Will” and “Yeah” among them, which left his body strained against the bed to receive the friction and pressure as it was laden for him.

Feeling himself tense up in the first ripples of his incoming moments of rapture, Will palmed his companions ignored cock and for the brief bright second before the satisfying unhindered moan again stole his attention, he wondered at the silky feel of the taut skin and the ease of how his rough hand glided against it.

Fighting to keep his eyes open, to devour the sight of Jack’s bliss, he began small thrusts with his hips to help him keep in tempo to time his strokes with the slightly trembling man’s ride.
“Yes, Jack, that’s it…Ride the waters out.”

Unable to withhold further from the inescapable break of the dam, swooped out of what ever control Jack ever thought he had over his body by the tidal wave of his orgasm, he responded to his lovers voice with a keening series of short mewls and when his face contorted in all the glory of the moment, and he spent himself on Will, the sounds had grown to a full fledged wail.

Will scrunched his eyes shut and clenched his jaw in an attempt to keep himself from coming just yet. Jack pulsing around his desperate cock threatened to milk him to completion so with the determination of an Indian yogi he forced his hands under the slowly relaxing form again to acquit his member from its confines.

Being lifted so abruptly, Jack fell out of balance and against Will’s chest, his own feeling like it was pulled downwards with the feeling of Will leaving his body and countered it by resisting the lift to a halt. He leaned more in, to whisper harshly into the young man’s ear. “That won’t do dear, you can’t escape the call of the sea that easily.”
Forcing Will’s hands away with no more than a stern look and firm lowering onto the impossibly hard cock, Jack found one hand on Will’s nipple and twisted it sharply before raising up along the shaft a fraction and nudging Will‘s hair back out of the way to lave his ear with his tongue.

Will was panting in concentration and of the tingling on his nipple, and the overload of the combination of the sudden long sharp hiss of Jack sucking in air, another twist on his nipple and the sheating of his cock with a well placed compression all happening at once was too much even for Will.

The collapse of his determination sent his hips moving. A few rushed thrusts up and another lick and a hiss from Jack sent him over the edge and falling into a swirling void of beatitude.

After several moments of plenty of content smiling and revelling in the feeling of the afterglow and the slowly, slowly cooling tightly tangled bodies, Will cracked his eye open and found Jack looking at him quizzically, lifting his chin to point the unfleshy something that was in question. “Why’d you do that for?”

Will grinned with mischief and the glint in his eye had Jack grinning with him.
“No reason, just wanted the wave to crash hard.”