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Dirty Thoughts
BY: Laney*** The sheer anticipation was
killing one William Turner. He
stood, slightly bent over a table in Jack's quarters, breath coming fast in his lungs, fingers digging into the edge of the hard wooden table. Jack stood behind him; Will could feel the heat from Jack's body radiating into his own impossibly fiery skin. He sucked in a deep breath and held it a moment before Jack started mumbling, partially to Will, partially to the voices in his pretty head. "NowWilliam, dearheartthis is goin' to hurt a wee bitseein' as I'm going about this all on my onesies with no real preparation and all. Now he's been warned proper, and still he stands here, ready for mebrilliant!" Will squirmed a little, making sure to rub against Jack as his breath came harder than ever and his heart beat a strong rhythm against his ribcage. He vaguely realized that he was sweating. God, he was nervous like a virgin. "Alright, whelp," Jack said, "you realize there are a fewmedical risks involved in this here behaviorsome tearing, possible infection and disease, savvy?" Jack leaned around Will's broad, well-muscled back to get a good look at the younger man's face. It was flushed and a sheen of sweat stood out amid beautiful features and tanned skin. Will knitted his eyebrows together before delicately raising one perfectly arched brow at Jack's latest antics. Jack merely shrugged and gestured. "Legalities, my dear boy, legalities." He then proceeded to go about his business of preparing Will for the task at hand. Will's head reeled. 'Since when does Captain Jack Sparrow concern himself with such matters as legalities?' he wondered. He decided he shouldn't concern himself with Jack's concerns. He needed this. Now. "Just. Bloody. Do. It," he ground out between gritted teeth. Jack was quick to acquiesce to Will's request, pushing forward slowly at first, driving Will mad, taking great pleasure in the noises he detected coming from Will's pretty throat. He caught Will off-guard when he pushed all the way home. Will grunted, deep in his throat at the sudden jolt of pain, and clenched his fists, squeezing his eyes shut, before he made himself relax and take it. Jack, in true Sparrow style, clapped him on the shoulder and proclaimed, "Well done, lad! Well done." Will could hear the smile on the depraved pirate's face, and a matching one appeared on his own face. He released the table, and reached a tentative hand up to his left ear, finding there a small hoop earring encircling the upper part of it. Some time during Will's inspection of Jack's handiwork, Jack had pressed himself full-bodily against Will's back, Jack's hands braced against the table Will still leaned on. Will turned around in Jack's arms, put his hands on Jack's shoulders, and leaned in to whisper to Jack. "Thanks, love," Will said, breath ghosting about Jack's ear and neck, making him shiver. Will then slipped under Jack's arms, swaying his hips a bit as he left Jack standing alone, bewildered, in his own cabin. |
