They Did It

He’d half expected the old pirate to take charge, as being in command was in the very nature of Captain Jack Sparrow. But he learned that the pirate had had a change of heart.

“I’ve waited so long for this”, the captain whispered in the half dark, “but I don’t know why. It’s not as if I’ve been without lovers”. The words weren’t spoken without contemplation. Jack had tried it all, had been in the arms of demons, ghosts and countless wenches. Will couldn’t understand how this could be something Jack would have longed for. Aye, they’d been mates for a decade and a half, but nothing had sparked between them until last spring. Really sparked.

“Please make it special” Jack whispered pleadingly, his voice revealing a hint of lust. It was by no means a command. Nor was it an invitation. It wasn’t said in a teasingly manner either. Simply straight forward, without any additional silver wrapping. It was Jack’s innermost wish. Something he’d been carrying in the depths of his most secret desires. Will could see it on the old pirate’s face.
Half bathed in the golden lamplight, Jack hid nothing. There was no agenda but the intercourse which was to come – a private moment to which the prelude began more than ten years ago. This was now. Right here and now, in the half dark of the stables, at midnight when shadows moved and came alive, dancing to the rhythm of the lamp light and the body heat from the horses.

Jack closed his eyes. He hadn’t aged a day, all the while Will, who now was in his early forties, had matured into a stunning, experienced blacksmith and sailor. Ten years had passed since he’d finally been able to set foot on land again and kiss his beloved wife and son. Now, she waited for him at home, as she had consented to let this act of love take place between her husband and another man.

Jack would stay in his early forties forever, thanks to a demon that had enslaved him. Once a year, Jack was nearly drowned with water from the Fountain of Youth. And just this moment, just this once, Jack and Will were equals, in terms of life experience which came from having lived through forty years. They each had their demons – for Will had for a long time tried to put the years of being the unwilling Captain of the Flying Dutchman behind him. Though his heart had been restored, he still carried the scar, and with it all the memories of the years spent transporting the souls of the dead. Ten years, and Will had never set foot on a ship out of pure fear that the very ocean itself would part him from his beloved.

They sat in the fresh hay in one of the empty cubicles, where they would be hidden from view, should anyone decide to enter. They sat facing each other, knees against knees, still fully dressed.

“I’ll do my best” Will replied, his chocolate brown eyes glittering in the light from the lamp. The smell of tar burning in the small tray of the lamp mixed with the scent of fresh hay and horses, and Will’s face was so close to Jack’s, Jack could smell the blacksmith’s hair and breath. It was enticing, sending shivers down his spine to have this special moment, to open all senses and catalogue every last element into his mind where it would remain as a vivid memory of something so forbidden yet so perfectly natural. If only it would last, if only the intercourse would be consummated, then it would be picture perfect.

Jack watched as Will undid his billowy forest green shirt. Will glanced over to him, a questioning glance, and Jack replied quietly: “You’re doing fine”. Jack waited. He was not in a hurry when it came to undressing himself. He’d rather keep his full attention on Will so he could remember every detail later. Something made Will suddenly stop. He was in the middle of undoing a button, when he looked from the button and to Jack, suddenly cupping Jack’s cheek in his hand, saying: “I’m doing this because I want to, you know. This isn’t happening because of some obligation or—“

“—you’re ruining the moment, Turner” Jack smiled at him, suddenly reaching forward. Their fingers met and touched, and they undid Will’s shirt together. Jack leaned back to watch Will remove it, displaying a magnificently tanned chest. His biceps had grown significantly, and Jack did his best to hide his surprise. Will had enjoyed some good ten years, and Elisabeth had obviously done her best in the kitchen department to fatten her husband up. Will had grown more muscles everywhere, and had lost his bony, hinged boyishness and grown into a fit looking man in his prime. The elegance was still there, but he appeared rougher cut, and had obviously been able to spend some quiet evenings at home in front of the fire with a good meal and a bottle of wine or two. “I see that your marriage to what’s her face has done you good, Turner. You’re not as bony as you used to be.”

“Well, let’s just say she spent the waiting years well, by among other things, learning how to cook a decent meal. And then she passed her knowledge to you” Will said, smiling at Jack.

Jack didn’t reply. Instead, he slowly bent forward until their lips met. Kissing Jack, was like kissing a virgin’s soft full lips. Not even Elisabeth had such soft lips, Will thought to himself. He knew why, though. It was the water of the Fountain which rejuvenated every cell in Jack’s body. He touched Jack’s bearded chin, then let his fingers run behind his brown hair to the nape of Jack’s neck. He felt the old pirate shudder beneath his touch, felt his body move closer. Will knew he could break the moment with one single word. He could make it all go away if he wanted to, but in the process he would hurt Jack beyond repair. Jack’s needs went untold. It was something not spoken of between them as men. They’d simply decided to do it.

Will let his hands drift down to Jack’s throat. They followed the outline of his neck down to where the hems of Jack’s shirt met, but there, Jack stopped him.

“Why don’t you undo you trousers instead?” Jack whispered, looking up to meet Will’s eyes. Again, the request with the underlying tone of a plea. They both knew what Jack hid beneath his shirt. Will did as proposed, yet he felt a sudden sense of modesty wash over him. It wasn’t in his nature to undress in front of others except his wife and children. Still, here in the half dark, he did it. He didn’t say anything as Jack did the same. They hardly glanced at each other before the trousers had been removed.

“Can I assume then, that since you no longer have—“

“—aye, you’ll be on top” Jack cut him off.

Will boldly moved towards him, and fiercely kissed him. What else but to take command, could he do, when Jack showed no other signs than submissiveness? He pressed his weight gently on top of Jack’s chest, and Jack promptly reclined into a lying position as where to Will followed suit by lying on top, supporting his weight on his right elbow, gazing down into Jack’s brown eyes. He was surprised to find the old pirate so serious looking, as if he was about to cry.
“I’m not sure I can make it special for you, Jack. I’m just a man” Will whispered hesitantly.

Jack closed his eyes and said: “Just love me, and it will become special all by itself”. His breath hitched, and he was sweating and feeling cold at the same time. He prayed that nothing would go wrong, that they would see it through and that it would be perfect. A perfect memory.

“Just the fact that you’re nothing more but a man, makes it special all together. Too often has it been..!” But Jack cut himself short, not wanting to walk down that path of memories in such a moment. He spread his legs slowly, as to give Will time to adjust, feeling the all too familiar feeling of someone’s weight fall into place between his thighs. It was almost surreal that it be Will this time. It didn’t quite fit with the picture he was usually presented with.

Will took his time, and did nothing until he had kissed Jack solemnly on the lips, his mustache tickling his nose and upper lip. He couldn’t tell where his erection had come from, but it was something about Jack which suddenly made his manhood stand to attention. He guessed again that it was some side effect Jack got from being dipped in enchanted water.

He opened his eyes wide as his manhood found its way into Jack. It was quite unexpected, for it was just like entering Elisabeth, though he did not share that thought with his lover. Words weren’t necessary. They both knew what was happening and what the outcome could be. Neither closed his eyes. They found themselves eager to witness the other’s reaction, so their gazes remained locked, rising the electricity between them in the process. Will continued to move in and out of Jack with soft moves, treating Jack as Will would treat any innocent, milky white-breasted maiden. Then he grew bolder, understanding that Jack was used to being handled much rougher, though Will had no intention to behave in an abusive manner. Jack wanted it special, and Will understood what that meant.

Jack spread his legs even more, leaning forward, reaching around Will’s buttocks. The touch of Jack’s hand on his rounded cheeks prompted Will to push deeper and harder, and he reached underneath Jack’s back to get a better hold of his lover, closing the gap between them. There was no hiding what lay beneath Jack’s shirt. Will could feel them pressed against his chest, and he resisted the urge to stop and tear away the fabric which stopped him from Jack’s naked flesh. Will took a moment though, to hoist himself up on his elbows, breathing hard, showering Jack with kisses on his neck, sealing their lips with French kisses.

He kept on thrusting, feeling the sweat pour down from his temples, burying himself time and time again in the dark and wet recess of Jack’s body. He shifted his balance to his left elbow, not stopping though, but let his fingers caress Jack’s cheek. He let the hand wander downwards – an attempt at something which could end in disaster, but Jack didn’t stop him. Will circled his way around it, and then finally behind the hem of Jack’s shirt, touching the forbidden, the unspoken – the holy grail of demon offspring and infant alike. Jack shuddered beneath Will’s ministrations, and Will decided to go boldly where no mortal before had gone on Jack’s body. He pushed the hem of the shirt aside to reveal what he’d only caught glimpses of before, but so often seen in womanly shape when naked with his wife.

He bent down and licked the nipple experimentally. First carefully, tentatively. Jack tensed, and sighed, his hands working aimlessly, not sure he should stop Will from proceeding. The boundary had been breached, and Jack found himself unable to resist Will’s power over him, letting himself go. He decided to accept Will’s intrusion, tolerating the impossible sensation building up in his abdomen. Quite despite himself, he spread his legs some more, hoisting them up, realizing he found a sweet spot simply by adjusting the angle of his abdomen ever so slightly. It felt oh so good, and the more Jack focused, the more he realized that the longer Will stayed on course, the more aroused Jack became and the closer he found himself to something similar to an orgasm.

Will had all his senses on alert, and Jack’s arousal caused by Will’s ministrations didn’t go unnoticed. He understood where Jack could be headed, if he only carried on long enough. Will found himself more than willing to help Jack over the edge, if that was required. It seemed Will was right in his endeavour into unknown waters. Treasures had indeed been discovered.

Though drowning in pleasure as he erupted, Jack took care to gaze at Will the entire time, telling him without words how much he was enjoying their union. Losing track of inhibitions made Jack able to give in to Will completely, arching his back, twisting his abdomen and following the flow of Will’s thrusts as they cascaded seemingly endlessly over him. They kissed freely, giving in to the lust possessing them both. Will suddenly sat up into a kneeling position, and continued to thrust madly into Jack, panting from the effort, and he grabbed hold of Jack’s shirt, dragging the hems aside to expose Jack’s naked flesh. Jack gasped at the sensation of being stripped, and for a brief second he felt ashamed, but he was reassured as Will didn’t seem to care at all. Instead, he filled both hands with them, tweaking the nipples between each thumb and index finger, earning himself a deep moan from Jack.

He had to bend down and support his weight as the orgasm washed over him, and he spent his last energy on thrusting deep into Jack, spending himself into his bowels. He collapsed over the old pirate afterwards, with flesh finally plastered against flesh by sweat.

Finally, Jack thought, they did it.