Give Nothing Back
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,344
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Give Nothing Back
Title: Give Nothing Back
Pairing: Jack/Will…just as it would be if PoTC hadn’t been made by Disney! ;)
Disclaimer: I am but a humble English major, attempting to create something worth reading. Am also hoping that the phrase “Would you like fries with that?” will never enter my post-collegiate repertoire. Yeah. Anyway, don’t sue me, cause I’m quite poor. Thanks. =)
Rating: R, but could become NC-17 in later chapters…if there are any.
Warnings: Contains slashyness, both subtle and outright. Particularly outright.
Archive: I should only assume that if you enjoy my work to the point of wishing to share it with others, that it would be foolhardy of me to refuse archiving. So please feel free to do as you wish!
Summary: Jack and Will aboard their “commandeered” ship on the way to Tortuga. Please do leave as much feedback as thou heart is content to do. Thank Ye! =)
It is said that the mind enters the recesses of depravity long before the body. Though if one were to pose such a theory to young William Turner, a quick flash of anger nestled within sparkling chocolate eyes would be the only answer given. Of course, that was all Will would allow, at least until the day that the insistent, enigmatic swagger of Captain Jack Sparrow came into his line of vision. And so they were together now, side by side aboard a stolen ship, men whose minds were far apart in their vastly differing agendas. Yet something inexplicable held them together; some nameless universal bond twined together a part of their hearts, all the while making certain that both men remained unawares.
Well, until now, at least.
Will’s mind was swimming with thoughts. Some were of great importance, others of little or no importance at all. His countenance bore a striking similarity to that of a man deep within the throes of constipation, which, though not uncommon on the high seas, was a scourge to be reckoned with.
Jack Sparrow, meanwhile—that is, Captain Jack Sparrow to you, mate—very amused by this, watched the boy through kohl-rimmed eyes, giving a soft chuckle at the pensive nature of his shipmate. “Ay, lad?” The words rumbled from deep within the Captain’s throat, his voice rough and deep—much like the Sea; she, the great mistress of this world and every other—and at the same time, silky and rich as rum itself.
Will, however, did not stir. Instead, he continued to fix his gaze on the cerulean waters below. He shifted his weight so that the upper half of his lean form rested on the rail of the ship. His sienna-coloured breeches tugged upward slightly, further showing the smooth, curving outline of his buttocks and thighs. Jack, rather stunned that the boy had not replied, quickly adjusted his worn leather hat, and with a swish of the hips, abandoned the ship’s wheel in favor of confronting the lad whose silence had slighted his rum-filled heart so. If Mr. Turner will not willingly oblige me with an answer, then I shall have to resort to a slightly more persuasive form of recourse.
Jack slowly tiptoed behind Will’s hunched figure, crossing his ring-filled fingers that the wood of the deck should not show its age and betray the Captain with even the slightest creak. Moving until he was but an inch away from the lad, Jack stretched out a suntanned finger and poked Will in the back, and then, with most inhuman grace, jumped backward, his hands thrown up into the air, as if to say, Who did that? I didn’t do that; that certainly was not me poking you, by any accounts whatsoever…
Once again, Will did not flinch. Jack grew bed fed further still at the young man’s insistence on remaining silent. Winding his way round to Will’s side, Jack looked to the boy’s eyes for any sign of life. “Will? Are you in there? This is your Captain speaking, mate, so I do suggest you reply without haste or else I shall have to force a reply out of you.” Jack extended a weatherworn arm in front of Will’s face, waving his fingers before the boy’s eyes, the sleeve of his sand-coloured shirt billowing in the breeze. “All right then, have it your way,” said Jack, removing himself from Will’s vision. “Here we go, then.” At once, Jack hoisted his upper body onto Will’s back, throwing a leg round his waist (for leverage, of course), reached down past the lad’s covered thighs, and seized Will’s groin, giving the contents a firm yet gentle squeeze. “Oi!” Will cried out, immediately righting his body to a standing position, sending the elder pirate onto his basprasprawling him on the deck. “Ah, there’s a good lad! I knew I’d get something out of you this time. Excellent job disproving your status as a eunuch,” Jack grinned, entirely too pleased with the results of his (mostly) well-meaning actions.
“What, may I ask, do you want, Jack?” Will asked through clenched teeth, his eyes filled with a familiar spark that Jack suddenly realized he had been missing for…dear gods, nearly a day now.
“The question, Mr. Turner, is not what do I want, but what do I want from you,” Jack said, cocking a sideways smile as he stood back up, brushing the dirt from his garments.
“I knew the rumours about you were true. They had to be. What other man could live up to such wild stories besides one as mad as you?” Will shot back, feigning bravery as best he could. Jack turned his head to the side, fingering his beaded beard as if in deep thought. Suddenly his eyes lit up with perfect clarity, and he turned to face Will, an almost lascivious grin plastered on his face.
“Rumours, lad? Please, do tell your old captain what ye have heard. I haven’t had a chance to catch up on the latest gossip meself. I hope they’re good this time; the last ones I head were rather antiquated and unoriginal.”
Will stepped forward with renewed nerve, and looked straight at the Captain. “Oh surely you must have heard. That old Captain Jack Sparrow, you would not believe what sort of man he is.”—As Will spoke, Jack began to walk round him in a circle, absorbing each word and phrase with an occasional smile of recognition. “—Debauched to the point where one can be debauched no further, with a walk and a manner of speech resembling that of a man in an endless drunken stupor.” Will’s eyes followed Jack’s motions as he spoke, noting that the pirate’s glances went to his buttocks with increased frequency. At the point of this observation, Will was surprised to find his breath caught in his throat. Nevertheless, he pressed on. “—He prances, he flutters, he flirts and seduces with every curve on his blessed body.” Jack’s movements slowed suddenly, as he stepped forward to within a hair’s breadth of Will’s lips. The boy’s voice turned to a whisper as he spoke his last words. “—With every word that escapes his lush, pouty lips.” Confusion began to rise in Will’s mind as his heart pounded in his ears, and he stood, torn between running to the safety of his cabin and thoughts of Elizabeth, or remaining where he stood upon the deck, the front of his breeches strangely tighter and more uncomfortable than they had been moments ago.
“Well, now.” Jack finally spoke, tracing a lone finger down Will’s chest where his loose-fitting shirt gave opening. He looked up at Will, at the long-missing-but-now-since-returned spark in the lad’s dark eyes, and finding his voice once more, Jack let but two little words, covered in lust, escape from the deepest part of his throat.
“That’s interesting.”
~*~
Pairing: Jack/Will…just as it would be if PoTC hadn’t been made by Disney! ;)
Disclaimer: I am but a humble English major, attempting to create something worth reading. Am also hoping that the phrase “Would you like fries with that?” will never enter my post-collegiate repertoire. Yeah. Anyway, don’t sue me, cause I’m quite poor. Thanks. =)
Rating: R, but could become NC-17 in later chapters…if there are any.
Warnings: Contains slashyness, both subtle and outright. Particularly outright.
Archive: I should only assume that if you enjoy my work to the point of wishing to share it with others, that it would be foolhardy of me to refuse archiving. So please feel free to do as you wish!
Summary: Jack and Will aboard their “commandeered” ship on the way to Tortuga. Please do leave as much feedback as thou heart is content to do. Thank Ye! =)
It is said that the mind enters the recesses of depravity long before the body. Though if one were to pose such a theory to young William Turner, a quick flash of anger nestled within sparkling chocolate eyes would be the only answer given. Of course, that was all Will would allow, at least until the day that the insistent, enigmatic swagger of Captain Jack Sparrow came into his line of vision. And so they were together now, side by side aboard a stolen ship, men whose minds were far apart in their vastly differing agendas. Yet something inexplicable held them together; some nameless universal bond twined together a part of their hearts, all the while making certain that both men remained unawares.
Well, until now, at least.
Will’s mind was swimming with thoughts. Some were of great importance, others of little or no importance at all. His countenance bore a striking similarity to that of a man deep within the throes of constipation, which, though not uncommon on the high seas, was a scourge to be reckoned with.
Jack Sparrow, meanwhile—that is, Captain Jack Sparrow to you, mate—very amused by this, watched the boy through kohl-rimmed eyes, giving a soft chuckle at the pensive nature of his shipmate. “Ay, lad?” The words rumbled from deep within the Captain’s throat, his voice rough and deep—much like the Sea; she, the great mistress of this world and every other—and at the same time, silky and rich as rum itself.
Will, however, did not stir. Instead, he continued to fix his gaze on the cerulean waters below. He shifted his weight so that the upper half of his lean form rested on the rail of the ship. His sienna-coloured breeches tugged upward slightly, further showing the smooth, curving outline of his buttocks and thighs. Jack, rather stunned that the boy had not replied, quickly adjusted his worn leather hat, and with a swish of the hips, abandoned the ship’s wheel in favor of confronting the lad whose silence had slighted his rum-filled heart so. If Mr. Turner will not willingly oblige me with an answer, then I shall have to resort to a slightly more persuasive form of recourse.
Jack slowly tiptoed behind Will’s hunched figure, crossing his ring-filled fingers that the wood of the deck should not show its age and betray the Captain with even the slightest creak. Moving until he was but an inch away from the lad, Jack stretched out a suntanned finger and poked Will in the back, and then, with most inhuman grace, jumped backward, his hands thrown up into the air, as if to say, Who did that? I didn’t do that; that certainly was not me poking you, by any accounts whatsoever…
Once again, Will did not flinch. Jack grew bed fed further still at the young man’s insistence on remaining silent. Winding his way round to Will’s side, Jack looked to the boy’s eyes for any sign of life. “Will? Are you in there? This is your Captain speaking, mate, so I do suggest you reply without haste or else I shall have to force a reply out of you.” Jack extended a weatherworn arm in front of Will’s face, waving his fingers before the boy’s eyes, the sleeve of his sand-coloured shirt billowing in the breeze. “All right then, have it your way,” said Jack, removing himself from Will’s vision. “Here we go, then.” At once, Jack hoisted his upper body onto Will’s back, throwing a leg round his waist (for leverage, of course), reached down past the lad’s covered thighs, and seized Will’s groin, giving the contents a firm yet gentle squeeze. “Oi!” Will cried out, immediately righting his body to a standing position, sending the elder pirate onto his basprasprawling him on the deck. “Ah, there’s a good lad! I knew I’d get something out of you this time. Excellent job disproving your status as a eunuch,” Jack grinned, entirely too pleased with the results of his (mostly) well-meaning actions.
“What, may I ask, do you want, Jack?” Will asked through clenched teeth, his eyes filled with a familiar spark that Jack suddenly realized he had been missing for…dear gods, nearly a day now.
“The question, Mr. Turner, is not what do I want, but what do I want from you,” Jack said, cocking a sideways smile as he stood back up, brushing the dirt from his garments.
“I knew the rumours about you were true. They had to be. What other man could live up to such wild stories besides one as mad as you?” Will shot back, feigning bravery as best he could. Jack turned his head to the side, fingering his beaded beard as if in deep thought. Suddenly his eyes lit up with perfect clarity, and he turned to face Will, an almost lascivious grin plastered on his face.
“Rumours, lad? Please, do tell your old captain what ye have heard. I haven’t had a chance to catch up on the latest gossip meself. I hope they’re good this time; the last ones I head were rather antiquated and unoriginal.”
Will stepped forward with renewed nerve, and looked straight at the Captain. “Oh surely you must have heard. That old Captain Jack Sparrow, you would not believe what sort of man he is.”—As Will spoke, Jack began to walk round him in a circle, absorbing each word and phrase with an occasional smile of recognition. “—Debauched to the point where one can be debauched no further, with a walk and a manner of speech resembling that of a man in an endless drunken stupor.” Will’s eyes followed Jack’s motions as he spoke, noting that the pirate’s glances went to his buttocks with increased frequency. At the point of this observation, Will was surprised to find his breath caught in his throat. Nevertheless, he pressed on. “—He prances, he flutters, he flirts and seduces with every curve on his blessed body.” Jack’s movements slowed suddenly, as he stepped forward to within a hair’s breadth of Will’s lips. The boy’s voice turned to a whisper as he spoke his last words. “—With every word that escapes his lush, pouty lips.” Confusion began to rise in Will’s mind as his heart pounded in his ears, and he stood, torn between running to the safety of his cabin and thoughts of Elizabeth, or remaining where he stood upon the deck, the front of his breeches strangely tighter and more uncomfortable than they had been moments ago.
“Well, now.” Jack finally spoke, tracing a lone finger down Will’s chest where his loose-fitting shirt gave opening. He looked up at Will, at the long-missing-but-now-since-returned spark in the lad’s dark eyes, and finding his voice once more, Jack let but two little words, covered in lust, escape from the deepest part of his throat.
“That’s interesting.”
~*~