The Opportune Moment

Title:  The Opportune Moment

Author:  Zwarte Perel, zwarte at wellinghall dot net

Pairing:  Jack/Will

Rating:  NC-17

Summary:  En route to
Tortuga, Jack and Will seize the moment.

Archive:  Yes, but only with permission.

Disclaimer:  Most of the persons,
places, and some of the events referred to are copyrighted by Walt
Disney Pictures. I write solely in admiration, with no intention of
intellectual theft, and I profit from this in no way, shape, or form.

Author's note:  This is just a PWP vignette, that's all.  No
greater purpose.




The Opportune Moment


Captain Jack Sparrow looked sidelong across the deck at young Will
Turner. They would not reach Tortuga and pick up a crew until late the
next afternoon. In the meantime, the two of them wouave ave to sail the
Interceptor alone. The captain smiled toselfself. It would be
dangerous to do so through the night, and he planned to drop anchor at
a tiny island he knew, and resume course with the dawn. That meant he
could safely leave the helm. . .

“So, can you sail under the command of a pirate, or can you not?” he
had asked, offering Will the return of his sword.

Will had accepted it – but he almost certainly had not realized what
that acceptance could mean. Still, Jack preferred his partners willing.
He decided to test the waters.

“Come here, lad, so I need not shout over the winds,” he said. When
Will stood beside him, he laid a companionable hand on the lad’s
shoulder.

“You’re no eunuch, indeed, if you’re willing to die for the girl,” Jack
said, idly rubbing his other thumb along the smooth wood of the wheel
as he steered. She was not the Black Pearl, his true mistress,
but she would do for the time being. He could never scorn the fastest
ship in the Caribbean. “But there’s nothing to dying. What else would
you do for her?”

“Anything, rep replied Will fiercely.

“Fight for her?”

“Of course.”

“Kill for her?”

“Certainly.”

“Be a slave for her?”

“If I must.”

“Give her up?”

The last question, Jack saw, stopped Will’s breath short, but the
younger man gave a reluctant nod.

“Pirates are not always gentlemen, you know. What if she were no longer
the Miss Swann you love, the governor’s daughter? What if she were just
a Bess like the ‘ladies’ in Tortuga?”

Will blanched, swallowing, but whispered, “Yes. I would love her even
so.”

“What if she were dead?” Jack had a notion of the plans that his
ex-first mate Barbossa had for the girl. “What would you do then, Will?
You cannot return to Port Royal, not after springing me from the prison
and helping commandeer this ship. Eh? Can’t go home and get married.
What would you do?” He tapped a finger against Will’s neck for emphasis.

“I do not know,” Will confessed. “I’ve never thought of a woman beyond
Elizabeth, anyhow.”

“Never?” Jack’s eyebrows could go no higher. “Perhaps you are a
eunuch, after all. Do you mean to say that you’ve never sampled any
feminine delights?”

“No,” snapped Will. “I worked for my living. I’m only a journeyman, not
a master with time and money to spare. Nor do those ladies of the
street interest me. I suppose you’re quite familiar with them, but I
avoid familiarity with such – they are rapacious as pirates, in their
own way, or so I have heard.”

“I see. Well, yes, there may be one or two women here and there who
might claim that I have been familiar. Do you not worry, Will, that you
might not know what to do with the lass once you have her safe and
sound?”

That brought a flush to the lad’s cheek. “Well. . .”

“Or do you know?” Jack dropped his hand but took a half-step closer, so
that his hip brushed Will’s.

“I know that you’re going to steer us onto the shoals, if you don’t
watch out,” Will pointed ahead.

Jack saw that he was right. He altered course enough to miss theeacheacherous rocks and left aside conversation for the time being,
directing Will on how to set the lines for the sails. He could wait for
the opportune moment. The sun beat down on them until, sweating, Jack
removed his shirt and encouraged Will to do likewise. Had he had a full
crew, he would never have done so – an ordinary pirate, even an
ordinary sailor might go half-naked like a savage but the captain must
maintain a certain authority. The sight of Will’s torso, well-muscled
from his apprenticeship as a blacksmith, merely increased the heat he
felt, and he kept one eye always on the lad.

When the last gleams of red were fading from the western horizon, they
were anchored safely. Will eyed the ship’scuiscuit he was eating
dubiously. “I think this has weevils in it,” he said.

Jack shrugged indifferently. “It’s better than what you’re likely to
get on most ships, being that the King’s Navy has learned at least to
lay in enough victuals for a voyage. I’ve had worse in my mouth, and
you will too, if you stay on board long enough.”

“Aye.” Will took another bite and chewed with an expression of
distaste. “I’d forgotten what it was like on the voyage out from
England.”

“Wash it down with this,” said Jack, handing him a bottle. “As well as
the weevily biscuit, sailors get a ration of rum, which they were kind
enough to leave for us – and I doubt you’ll find any unwanted insects
in it. Now, I’ve heard tell that the Indians in New Spain make liquor
from beetles and worms, but this is just sugar, pure as your mother’s
own milk.”

Will choked on his first swig, but soon the level in the bottle had
dropped considerably, as they passed it back and forth between them.

The breeze still made the sails flap heavily, and Jack considered
whether to reef them in for the night. No, with only the two of them it
would be too much trouble. Better to have some more rum. He let his
fingers brush Will’s wrist as he took the nearly empty vessel.

“There’s more where this came from,” he remarked as he noted Will’s
gaze following his hand.

“So I supposed. Did you wish me to go fetch it?”

Jack shook the bottle gently and listened to the sound, his head
cocked. “If you wish to drink more, then you had better g mog more,
savvy?”

“Where is it?”

“In the first mate’s cabin. You’ll see it.” Jack had had to break open
the locked cupboard as he looked for the rum.

When Will returned, Jack decided it was time to hoist the colors and
see what his new mate would make of them.

“You smith a good sword, boy, you fight well , and you can hold your
liquor too. But my curiosity remains – do you wha what to do when it
comes to the bedroom, or has your devotion to the breathlessly elegant
Miss Swann prevented you from learning those tricks?”

Will’s eyes were unreadable in the fickle light of the half-moon. “I
know what to do in the bedroom.”

“So you say. I confess myself surprised, Will, given your disinterest
in familiarity with the available ladies.” Jack shifted his position so
that he could reach for the bottle.

A fire-scarred brown hand stopped him. “And who said that only ladies
can teach such skills?” Will traced the brand on Jack’s wrist. “I
practiced three hours a day with the sword, so that when I met a
pirate, I could take him.”

“You said kill, fir first time,” Jack observed.

“I didn’t say what I did for all those other hours, either.”

“Clearly you practiced other skills.”

Will nodded, running his fingers up along Jack’s bare arm. The
roughness of his fingertips raised the hairs on the back of Jack’s
neck, and elsewhere. “I would never betray my love for Elizabeth with
another woman, but. . .”

Jack smiled his fox’s smile. “Another man is no betrayal. Not to my
mind, either.” He used his thumb to stroke the hollow of Will’s throat.
“The captain’s cabin awaits.”

Below, they flung off their remaining clothes and tumbled onto the bed,
reaching out greedily, each for the other. Jack pinned Will beneath
him, their two mouths locked in a frenzy of mutual plunder. At last
bro broke from the kiss. Will looked at Jack and said, “You said you
knew my father.”

“I did.”

“Said he was a good pirate and a good man.”

“He was.”

“Just how well did you know him? Did you know him this well?”
and Will slipped his hand between their sweat-damp bodies to cup Jack’s
balls, sliding one finger back to tease his puckered entrance.

“I might have,” Jack admitted.

“Well, then, you can tell me if I’m as good a man as my father. I’ll
set aside the question of piracy until later,” and now Will clasped his
other arm around Jack and rolled to be on top.

“Oh, no, young Will,” said Jack. “Didn’t you agree to sail under my
command?” Quick as a cat he reversed their positions once again, and
straddled Will’s hips, rubbing against him. “Do us a favor, Will. I
know it’s hard, but stay here, and try not to do anything. . . stupid.”
He sprang from the bed and went to the chest against the other wall.
“Thought I saw this here.” Jack came back with a jar of whale oil.
“Don’t know if the former captain used this for his lamp, or what, but
I know a better use for it.”

Obediently Will drew his knees up as Jack daubed oil where it would be
needed most. “But captain. . .”
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Jack closed the jar and set it down. “You’re going to be boarded,
Will.” He was gentler than his words suggested, pushing slowly against
Will’s tight hole until the teasing stimulation encouraged him to relax
and open. Jack sighed as he entered. Will was as hot to the touch as he
had been to the eye that afternoon.

“You’ve done this before, but I’ll warrant you’ve never done it on a
ship,” Jack whispered in Will’s ear, bracing one hand near his shoulder
while the other was busy stroking his swollen cock.

“No, never,” gasped Will.

“Feel the waves, how they swell and recede,” and Jack timed his thrusts
to the words and the rocking of the ship.

Will tossed his head from side to side as they moved together. “I feel
them, captain!”

The water’s motion was strong, and Jack released his hold to support
himself with both hands, continuing to press in and pull out, his tempo
quickening slightly, his own belly pressed against Will’s and trapping
Will’s cock between them. Will reached around to grasp Jack’s thighs
and pull him closer.

After imagining this moment all afternoon, Jack could not wait long. He
ground himself against Will, who clenched around him in reaction, and
spent, letting himself fall forward onto the firm chest below him.

“Take what you want. . .” he heard Will mutter.

“And ‘give nothing back’? Where did you hear that saying?”

“I have lived in a port town for some years,” Will said.

“Ah, but that’s only to one’s enemies,” said Jack. “I give as good as I
get, in circumstances sas tas these.” He slid away from Will and rolled
over. “I’ll even play the gentleman and let you decide how you want
your gift.”

“Turn about is fair play,” said Will. Jack had been generous enough
with the oil before that he did not bother to find the jar. “If you
would be so good as to turn about, though?”

Jack crouched on elbows and spread knees, his chest against the bed and
his ass raised for Will’s delectation. He had not anticipated this, but
he should have. Will was Bootstrap’s own son, that was certain, he
decided as his hull was breached. Spitting image of his father, all
around.

Will sneaked a hand between Jack’s arm and chest and pinched his ple.ple. After all the rum, Jack was surprised to find himself growing
hard again so soon, but it had been far too long since he had enjoyed
this kind of companionship. He growled and pushed his hips back against
Will, letting his legs part further so that he could sink down against
the bed and rub against it. He came a second time just before Will gave
a final thrust and groaned with his own release.

“Well, boy,” said Jack, “I’d say you’ve shown you know what to do in
these parts.”

“Thank you for the compliment, captain. So you’d call me a good man?”

“And a good pirate. You have a way of finding buried treasure, young
Will.”

Will smiled to himself as he closed his eyes. He had had his eye on
Jack since their first meeting at sword’s length. He had just had to
wait for the opportune moment.