A Dawn Appointment

Title:  A Dawn Appointment

Author:  Zwarte Perel, zwarte at wellinghall dot net

Pairing:  Jack/Will

Rating:  NC-17

Summary:  The morning after the night before - sequel to "The
Opportune 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.

A Dawn Appointment

The gulls’ cries startled Will out of sleep. Dawn light filtered
through the tiny windows of the captain’s cabin, and he saw a humped
figure asleep at his side. He smiled, recalling their exploits of the
previous night. As he remembered that they were to continue to the
island of Tortuga that day to pick up a crew, though, his smile faded.
He knew enough of ships to know that once there were others on board,
it was unlikely that their liaisouldould continue – and he realized
that he would regret its cessation.

Jack had seemed unsurprised to learn that Will had known other men in
the past. Will supposed that it must seem natural to a pirate – to any
sailor, really – since they spent weeks and months with only other men
for company. He wished it did not seem unnatural to landsmen. What he
had told Jack, that he would never betray Elizabeth with another woman,
was true. Even if she married Commodore Norrington, he would not wed
another woman himself. But other men, now, that was a different matter
indeed. A woman was an ideal, to love and cherish and have children
with. A man was a companion, for abandoned talk and laughter and sex.

That was what they had had. Jack was not hesitant in going for what he
wanted, but he was playful for all of that. Will appreciated the
friendliness, something he had rarely found with others. Being
apprenticed to the blacksmith gave him a bit more status than most of
his peers, and his orphaned state kept him solitary. The older men he
had known, sailors mostly, had little respect for him – it was mere
mutual lust that drew them together. Jack, though, had treated him as
an equal, as a mate, since he had first levered the door from Jack’s
cell. No, since they dueled, really. Will grinned to himself. He had
been angry when Jack fought unfairly, but nevertheless impressed by his
banter and confidence. Rarely had he had such a good opponent, one who
could, perhaps, have taken him had he known the ground they fought on.
But Will knew every inch of the smithy, and used every fair advantage
he could. The fight had stimulated them both, he was certain, but the
moment he realized that this was a man he would enjoy bedding was when
Jack had answered, “Pirate,” to his own accusation of, “You cheated.”
The simplicity of the stant cnt cut as deep into his brain as any blade
he crafted could cut into flesh. Of course. A pirate. And pirates did
not fight fair – and so Will would feel no need to fight fair, not when
he had certain ideas in mind to pursue.

At the present moment, Will noticed, Jack was snoring as loudly as one
of the pigs that foraged in the streets of Port Royal. If this went on
too long, they would never make it to Tortuga that day – not if Will
could carry out hisns fns first – and the longer they took, the less
likely to find Elizabeth unharmed. He nudged Jack. “Captain.”

Jack was awake instantly, reaching for his knife, then let his hand
fall. “Oh, it’s you, boy. Do us a favor and let us sleep.” But he
reached for the bottle and took a swig, then passed it to Will.

“I was thinking, captain. Didn’t you have a dawn appointment with the
gallows today?”

“It was meant to be yesterday. But when the Pearl attacked it I
suppose the governor’s social engagements were disrupted, so yes,
today. What does it matter?”

Will winked conspiratorially. “Not a whit. I imagine that the crowd
felt a loss of spectacle, not seeing a man well-hung, that is all.” He
touched a finger to the object in question and was pleased to find it
more like the gallows-tree and less like the rope.

“So since there will be no public execution, you’d like to have a
private performance instead?” Jack grinned and squinted at the light
from the window. “There’ll be time. Come here, mate. Show us how hard a
blacksmith’s tools can work.”

“You’ve seen my work before. Though you professed to be unimpressed, at
the time, by my skill at arms. I thought a demonstration of further
skill might be desirable.” Will scratched one rosy nipple lightly with
his nails and was encouraged by an answering hiss of breath. He pushed
aside dark hair and bit at Jack’s throat, licking at the hollow between
his bones. Reaching up, Will tugged on the slender braids of Jack’s
beard, saying, “An unusual style. Why?”

Jack gripped the back of Will’s head and lifted it to look him in the
eye. “That, son, is between myself and myself. Savvy?”

“Savvy, captain.” Will returned his attention to the matter at hand. He
drew his teeth along the edge of Jack’s earlobe, then his jaw, before
reaching his mouth. A long rum-flavored time later, Will pulled back.

“You know what you’re doing, I’ll give you that. Excellent form. But
how’s your handwork?” Jack flashed a smile and nudged Will with his hip.

“All in good time. One thing I learned smithing, it’s best to warm the
metal of your sword slowly, or it will break unexpectedly.”

“I notice you’re warm already yourself,” said Jack, grasping him.

“Did I prove to your satisfaction last night that I was no eunuch,
then?”

“You did that, boy. You did that.” Will felt Jack’s fingers tighten
around his cock. “Not that I would ct act any less of your father’s
son.”

Will said, “I thought you wanted to. . . unhh. . . see my handwork?”

“Your turn next, mate. I’ll see what your tools are like, first.̶JackJack’s touch was forceful, but not harsh. Will wondered briefly how
many men Jack had had before him, to develop this surety of touch, this
uncanny knowledge of how hard and fast to make his strokes to bring his
partner to the verge of coming, then how much to back off to draw out
the pleasure. Then he did not think at all for some time, closing his
eyes and panting and thrusting and at last still for an instant as he
spilled into Jack’s hand.

He opened his eyes to see Jack’s dark ones gazing at him. The captain
raised his eyebrows and gave that half-smile that Will had decided
meant he had better watch out. “Now, then.”

Will took that as a command. He rubbed his thumb over the tip of Jack’s
cock, pushing the foreskin back and then continuing down the length of
his shaft in long, slow caresses. Jack wriggled his hips as if to
encourage Will to speed up, and Will muttered, “Don’t worry, captain,
remember that forging a good sword takes time.”

He shifted until he was lying between Jack’s legs, still keeping one
hand on him, and slid his other arm underneath Jack’s thigh to raise
him up. He ran his tongue across Jack’s balls, smelling his scent of
sweat and musk and lust, then blew his breath out over the wetness and
felt Jack’s cock leap in his hand. Easing upwards, he let each finger
go in turn as his tongue explored Jack’s skin, surprisingly soft over
the hard flesh it contained. He took as much into his mouth as he
could. This was a skill hard-learned; he was never quite able to relax
his throat enough to hold it all, so he brought his hand back up to rub
the base of the shaft as he used tongue and lips and – carefully –
teeth on the rest. Will heard Jack groan as he worked.

When he thought that Jack was close to climax, Will stopped. Jack
seized his shoulder and said roughly, “Curse you, boy, go on. Don’t
leave off now.”

Will ignored him, twisting out of his grasp and moving up to straddle
Jack’s waist, leaning over him to whisper is eas ear. “Now, captain,
what do you think of my craft so far?”

Jack glared and said nothing.

“Very well.” Will stretched out his hand and took up the jar of whale
oil they had made use of before, opening it and dipping one hand well
in before closing it tightly again. He slicked Jack’s shaft, then ran
his hand between his own buttocks and made sure he was open. He grasped
Jack and pushed himself down onto him, until he could feel the hairs of
Jack’s groin against his own ass. Jack sighed as he moved.

Rocking gently, Will watched as the flush on Jack’s face and chest
deepened. He put his hands on his own thighs and levered himself up,
then down, still delitelytely more slowly than he would want himself.
After a few minutes of this, Jack reached to take hold of Will’s hips
and increase the tempo. Will relented. Remembering that Jack had
preferred it face-to-face the previous night, he pulled off entirely
and rolled them over, then drawing his knees high, guided Jack’s cock
back inside him.

As the captain thrust, deeper and faster with every stroke, Will’s
hands were busy exploring Jack’s chest, tugging at his hair, tweaking
his nipples. He tightened his ass and heard Jack groan. Jack paused,
his hands on Will’s shoulders, and kissed him fiercely, his tongue
thrusting past the barrier of lips and teeth, his cock pushing into
Will as he came.

“Now that was worth waking up for,” Jack admitted in a lazy
voice some minutes later.

Will rolled over onto one elbow and grinned at him. “A craftsman is
always pleased to hear his work is appreciated.”

“Oh, I appreciated it.” Jack looked at him seriously. “You’d be welcome
to stay on, boy.”

“What, stay on the Interceptor?”

Jack shifted his eyes. “Yes, if your Elizabeth should be lost to you,
you have the makings of a good pirate. Like your father.”

“I will. . . consider it,” said Will. “If we do not find her, or cannot
save her.”

“Of course,” Jack assented, getting out of the bed and beginning to put
on his clothes. “I know where the Pearl is headed. As soon as
we can get a crew in Tortuga, I’ll set course to the Isle de Muerte,
where you will find your fair lady.”