High Tea

Jack Sparrow had to wield all his powers of self control and self
preservation to halt the smirk from appearing on his lips as a
scowling and slightly damp Will Tuner barged into his cabin aboard
the Interceptor, halting in his tracks, blinking owlishly and
suppressing a small cough.  The scowl only grew as the young man
fanned a long fingered hand in front of his face. 

Jack noticed over his time spent with Will that the boy was a master
at the various levels of scowl.  There was the full blown scowl,
complete with the one two combination of eyes and mouth action,
merging with the eyebrows, wrinkled nose, and sometimes the forehead
joined in the assault.  This ultimate scowl was reserved for
reactions to slights against his strumpet, the word `pirate',
stepping in Mr. Cotton's parrot's droppings, various Tortuga whores
and sometimes Jack.  Well maybe more than sometimes. 

Then there was the standard scowl, usually only involving the eyes
and mouth.  This expression of contempt was usually employed when
bawdy jokes were told, when someone, usually Jack again, said
something derogatory about Will's work, silly shoes, `moustache',
lunch, opinions etc, etc. The standard scowl saw a lot of action.

Finally there was the minor scowl.  The one Jack just observed.  It
was easy to miss.  Most of the time it involved a slight hostility in
the eyes or a tightening of the mouth.  The minor scowl appeared when
Will didn't like what was being said but recognized it as truth, got
his way but at the cost of a compromise, or when he saw, heard,
smelled, or tasted something he found objectionable or slightly
offensive but really couldn't do anything about it and knew it to be
so.  Everybody got the minor scowl and most of the time Will never
intended for the target to see it.  Thus the reason for it's
diminutive size.

Jack raised an eyebrow at the lad, "Ye mind closing the door?  You're
lettin' out all the heat."

Ooooh, the minor scowl just evolved into a full blown scowl in a
blink of an eye.  Or was it an opening of Captain Jack's mouth?

"Letting all the foul air out you mean," Will replied, shutting the
door rather roughly despite his words.  "What in God's name are you
doing?"

"Wha it ook ike `m doin'?"  Jack asked back, teeth clenched hard over
the end of the pipe in his mouth, a thing trail of white smoke
trailing from the bowl to hover around his head like a halo.

"It LOOKS like you're smoking a disgusting pipe, but it doesn't smell
quite like smoking tobacco to me," Will shot back, stepping further
into the room and up to the table behind which Jack was sitting.

"Ahhhh," Jack drawled slowly after he'd taken a good couple of puffs
from the pipe, more smoke crawling out of his mouth like a soft,
gently wave.  "No reason it should.  T'isn't tobacco leaf, it's
opium."

He couldn't suppress the smirk this time, no matter how hard he
tried, as he leaned further back in his chair, propping his legs up
on the table, the tea set resting in front of him rattling slightly
as he set his bare heels next to it.  He wriggled his toes for
emphasis.

No more scowls here, it appeared Jack Sparrow's bare feet on the
table earned an all out sneer.

"Opium?!  Where on earth did you get opium?"

"Tortuga me boy!  Where else?"  Jack exclaimed, pulling his feet down
abruptly.  His balance wasn't what it should be, opium or not, and
that particular position had been precarious at best.  It wouldn't do
to fall flat on his back in front of Will, he'd lose the ever
entertaining advantage he had over the lad.  "T'is the land of milk
and honey, ye know."  He flopped a hand back and forth in between
them.  "Metaphorically speakin' of course."

"And the pipe?"  Will asked, pulling out the chair across from Jack
and taking a seat without an invitation.  How rude.  

"I borrowed..."

"Stole," Will cut in.

"BORROWED it," he stated firmly.

"From who?"

"Anamaria."

Jack could see Will turning this little bit of information over in
his head, the idea of a woman smoking a pipe clashing with his ladies
and gents, prime and proper, dull as a dog world view.  Jack was just
waiting for the day too much of a challenge to his world view would
arise and poor little Will would simply crack, strip naked and jump
into the sea in an attempt to escape the madness of it all.  He was
especially looking forward to the stripping naked portion of the
proceedings and was doing everything humanly, or in his case Jack
Sparrowly, possible to hasten the process along. 

"What about all this?"  Will finally asked, motioning to the little
blue and white ceramic tea set. 

Jack sighed, today was not the day it would seem.  "Found it amongst
the lobsters' affects.  Thought I'd have a spot to ward of the chill
of the storm."

"You didn't use poppies for this too I hope?"  Will asked as he
pulled the extra cup and saucer over to his side of the table, not
noticing or mentioning the fact that it had been set out at all.  

"Course not," Jack snorted, the burn of the smoke through his
nostrils making him wince slightly.  "T'is the regular kind, the
galley's stocked to the rafters with the stuff."  And he shook his
head as if bewildered as to why the anyway would take up good storage
space with tea when it could be filled with more enjoyable or
profitable cargo.

"I just can't picture you drinking tea at all," Will smiled lightly
at him, over the rim of fine porcelain cup he was bring to his curved
lips.

Jack smiled back at him, anticipation shining clearly behind his eyes
but completely unnoticed by the hapless blacksmith.  "Settles the
stomach on rough seas."

Will made a slight huffing noise into the cup indicating he'd heard
Jack, the healthy swallow that followed indicating he was taking the
pirate's advice concerning it's curative properties. 

Will, Will, Will, NEVER trust a pirate.

From suddenly nerveless fingers the cup fell back down onto the
saucer with a clatter, spilling what was left in the cup onto the
table.  Will's eyes were wide and watering (this time not from the
smoke clouding the small cabin) and his mouth opened and closed like
a landed fish once or twice before he began to hack, splutter at
cough in fits between painful wheezing.  A goodly amount of recycled
tea found it's way down Will's chin as well as quite a few drops
finding their way all the way onto Jack's face.

"What,"  Will rasped out,  "did you put in that?  A pint of god
forsaken rum?"

Jack rolled his eyes, his tongue snaking out to catch a drop of `tea'
clinging to his moustache.  He did not disguise the lasciviousness of
the act, nor the enjoyment he got out of tasting anything that'd been
even remotely close to Will's mouth.

"Not everything's about rum, Will," Jack admonished.  After a
pause.  "T'is whiskey."

Will wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and chin, sending an
indignant look across the table at Jack.

"What?  I thought I'd give it a bit of Irish.  Nothin' wrong with
that."

"You're not Irish, Jack."  Will snarled.

"We're ALL a bit Irish, Will," Jack gave him a lopsided grin.

Will didn't deem that particular remark worthy of an answer.  Instead
he pick up his abandoned cup and brought it to his nose this time,
taking a quick whiff.

"I should have known."

"Aye, ye should have.  Next time you WILL."  Another long pull on the
pipe, the contents of the bowl flaring bright orange for a moment
before fading.  Jack let his head fall back, long dark hair cascading
over the edge of the chair, and began puffing a row of small hazy
rings into the air.

There was silence in the room for a long while and Jack still hadn't
looked back over at Will.  He was pretty sure he'd have to say or do
something soon or the boy would leave, and he just couldn't have
that.  Not yet.  Not when he was pleasantly warm from half a pot of
good, proper tea, and slightly reckless from a good, proper smoke.

"Give me yer tea cup," he ordered suddenly, sitting back up.

"What?"  Will asked startled, perplex.  "Why?"

"Jist, give it to me," Jack demanded again as he cast about slightly
looking for a spot to set his pipe.  After a moment he settled on
lifting the top off the teapot and dropping the pipe down into it's
depths with a plop, setting the top back on.

Turning back to Will he took the proffered cup, eyes dancing as he
observed Will's quizzical look of curiosity.  Hook, line, and sinker.

"Now then," he cleared his throat, tossing his hair out of his face,
trinkets tinkling, one almost hitting him in the eye.  "Let's see
what we can discern."

He looked down into the bottom of the cup, tilting it this way and
that, swilling the little bit of amber liquid left in the bottom
along with the dredges of the tea leaves around.

"What are you doing?"  Will asked, leaning forward slightly, eyes
wide and soft in the flickering candle light of the cabin.

"Why, readin' yer fortune," Jack replied, looking up at the boy with
all seriousness.

"YOU read tea leaves?"  Will asked incredulously.

"I've picked up the art, here and there," Jack informed him, looking
back down into the cup, poking his finger into the sludge at the
bottom, shifting it and smudging it, hmmming, and haaaaing all the
while.

"It's complete hogwash," Will snorted.  "Superstition and fraud."

"Don't discount the practice offhand my dear boy," Jack clucked.  "I
had a gypsy woman tell me  fortune once, she said I'd find the love
of me life completely by chance and that they'd save my life and I
their's.  Not long after that the Pearl and I crossed paths, and
let's just say we liberated each other in more ways than one.  Now as
for you young Mister Turner, do ye want to hear what these hear
leaves tell me or not?"

Will let out a tiny huff, sitting back and crossing his arms over his
chest.  "Fire away."

Squinting his eyes Jack peered intently down into the cup, coking his
head to the side.  "I see a long journey before ye."

Will snorted again, the derision plain.

"The destination of this journey," Jack continued unfazed, "will seem
like the most important thing to ye, yet," Jack held up an emphatic
finger, "yet, over time ye'll realize that the goal of the voyage is
not yer true fate, but that destiny will be found within the journey
itself." 

Jack set the cup back down and looked over to Will, gauging how his
interpretation of the leaves was received.  Not very well by the
looks of things.  Will had a deep frown marring his beautiful and his
hands were clenched into fist on the top of the table.

"So what you're saying," he ground out, "is that my...my...esteem for
Elizabeth and my desire to rescue her is not really what is important
about this entire debacle, but that I'll find my true calling with
YOU here on this ship, or better yet, perhaps The Pearl?"

Jack stared back at the smoldering eyes, gaze equally intense.  "Your
words mate, not mine."

When Will lunged across the table and grabbed him by the front of the
shirt, pulling him over the edge of the table, Jack was sure it was
to beat what little sense he had left in him out of him.  He was
completely, if not pleasantly, shocked when instead of a fist to the
ol' kisser, he got Will's hard, demanding lips instead.  It didn't
take him long before he realized his split lip was not from knuckled
but demanding a demanding mouth.  Soon he was participating as well,
lips, tongue and teeth all working in concert to meet Will half way
in this little venture, the blood welling on his bottom lip smearing
and sliding between them, adding an extra bite of metal to the taste
of tea, opium, and whisky already passing between their open mouths.

"What'd I tell ye," Jack gasped as he tore his mouth away.  He
pressed sloppy, opened mouthed kisses across Will's check, over his
angular jaw and down his staining throat and neck, leaving red rings
in his wake, mirroring those previously made by the same lips and
pipe smoke.  "The leaves ne'er lie."
"Self-fulfilling prophesy," Will groaned, hands scrabbling on the
polished surface of the table as he leaned further forward at the
same time as he attempted to arch back and give Jack better access. 

"Well I couldn't very well tell ye what I really saw in that cup now
could I?"  Jack murmured against Will's adam's apple.  "That ye'd
grow old and toothless without `er having bedded woman nor man, and
in the end ye'd be forced to marry the donkey."  Giving a hard suck
to the soft skin under his lips, Jack pulled back and looked Will in
the face.  "And ye loose ye're hair, too."

"But that's not going to happen, now?"  Will stated.

"That's not goin' to happen now."

"Because I'm going to bed you."

Jack grinned wickedly.  "Because ye're going to be me."   And he
leaned in slowly for another long kiss.

A thoughtful look crossed Will's face.  "Do you think Gibb's would
do?"  He whispered over Jack's lips, mouths a scant inche apart.

"Quiet ye brat," Jack growled shoving Will back and hard enough to
send him careening to the floor.  He moved off and threw himself down
to lie on the bunk, stretching out with a dramatic sigh. 

Will's face popped up over the edge of the table, mouth agape in
outrage.

"What're doin' down there?"  Jack asked, crossing his legs at the
ankles.

"Planning on how to best flog your backside," Will replied calmly
right before pouncing to his feet and flinging himself across the
room and on top of Jack. 

Ye gods, Jack forgot how fast the young could move.  Or how heavy all
that lean muscle could be.  The bed creaked, dust blew out in all
directions and something sharp was jabbing Jack right in the lower
back.  Knees on either side of Jack hips Will straddled the older
man, hands bracing him on the pillow under Jack's head.

"I'm afraid you'll have to turn over if I'm to administer the
thrashing I so duly promised," Will grinned down at him manically.

"Oh, I don't think that'll be necessary," Jack countered
conversationally.

"No?"

"Noooo."

"Why?"

"Cause ye'll be too busy with other things."

"Like what?"

"Like this," Jack blurted out reaching up to jab Will under the arms.

The blacksmith's arms gave out instantly and he crumpled down onto
Jack, collapsing like a port fort manned by puritans.  Will grabbed
onto Jack's upper arms trying to pull his hands away from his body. 
He didn't have any leverage and the bombardment continued.  Will
pressed his face into the pillow on one side of Jack's head trying to
muffle his laughter.  He squirmed around, legs kicking out
reflexively.  His knee kept on rubbing against Jack's crotch.  The
captain finally had to stop.  Both because he knew his
administrations were reaching the point of pain for Will and for his
own aching hardness.

They lay there for a while, Will heaving on top of Jack, limp as an
over cooked Asian noodle.  Jack's noodle on the other hand was
anything but limp and it didn't take long for Will to recover from
his hysterics and notice.  He stopped sucking in air and held his
breath for a moment.

"You have a tickling fetish?"  Will finally said.

"No, I have a Will fetish."     

With his face so close Jack could clearly see the dark pupils in
those brilliant dark brown eyes dilate at the his words.  And they
weren't the only part of Will's anatomy that was expanding.

"I've though about it.  You don't know how many times I've thought
about it," Will murmured.  "But, Jack, are you sure?  Are you
absolutely sure you want to do this with me?" 

"Feel how sure," Jack replied raising his hips to press his erection
against Will's.

"You'll need something to..."

"There's oil in the galley," Jack notified him.

"Do you..."

"Go get it, I don't think I kin move.  `sides, I step foot out of
this cabin and I'll be assailed by a multitude of questions,
complaints and reports from the crew...ye really will be old and
toothless by the time I get back."

"Be only a moment," Will said swooping down for a quick kiss before
climbing off Jack and bounding out of the cabin to find the slick. 
Jack tried out his own scowl.  Will managed that all much to nimbly
for a man aroused as he so obviously was.

Letting out an deep breath and staring up a the ceiling, Jack
wrestled out of his gear and shirt with one hand, his other
automatically moved down to loosen the front of his breaches.  The
pressure lessening slightly, he groaned kneading the sensitive flesh
through the fabric with the heel of his hand.  He was going to bed
Will.  Jack Sparrow was going to put his, his...thing into William
Turner's tight, young *virginal* arse.  Probably move it around.  Un-
be-liev-able.  They were never going to have to worry about people
suspecting.  No one would ever believe this.  Shite, honorable, moral
blacksmith in the prime of his life copulating with older, battle
scarred, `mad' pirate?  Never!  Jack was having trouble believing it
and he was the one who'd engineered the entire thing in the first
place. 

"Oh!" he heard from the right.

Whipping his head around to see Will standing some feet away, and
earthenware bottle in his hand, eyes wide and fixed on Jack's hand on
his cock.  The hand which hadn't stopped moving.  Talk about focus!

"I hope that's a `oh that sure is arousing' not an `oh I can not
believe I agreed to let THAT anywhere near my arse'."

"The former, trust me, unquestionably the former."

Jack noticed Will's own breaches were undone, riding low, and the tip
of his cock was poking out from the waistband.  Walking over to his
side Will set the oil onto the floor and sank down to his knees next
to the cot.  He watched as Will tentatively reached out and removed
Jack's hand from his ministrations, delving into his breaches with
his own.  He gently pulled Jack's erect cock out, running his hand
along it with feather light touches, caressing it like he did the
deadly and venerated blades he loved so much.

"Let me?"  Will licked his lips obscenely causing a another surge of
blood to rush to Jack's erection.

That was all the answer he needed.  Leaning over reverently Will
inhaled his stiff column of flesh, not stopping until Jack was
touching the back of his throat.

"Jesus, Marry and Joseph!"  Jack wailed, arse clenching, pushing
himself deeper, trying to go further than was possible.

Will gagged slightly, pulling back slowly, agonizingly, until just
the glans rested in his mouth.  That amazingly talented tongue teased
and swirled around the head of Jack's cock lazily. 

"Will?"  Jack warned.  "If you don't want yer second surprise
mouthful of the evenin' ye better stop RIGHT now and get up here. 
Comprends tu?"

Will lifted his mouth off all the way, his lips glistening with spit.

"Sorry."

"Don't be sorry," Jack laughed shakily.  "I can think of worse things
than ye sucking me to oblivion, Will."

"Can you think of something better?"  Coy little shite wasn't he?

"Oh, given enough time, probably."

"I could give you a few ideas."  Will offered as he retrieved the oil
and slithered up onto the bed in between Jack's accommodatingly
spread legs.

"Don't let me stop ye."

With a little manipulation they executed the removal of Jack's pants,
Will bending over for another quick suck when Jack raised his hips up
to shimmy out of them.  That out of the way a lightening fast roll
had Will conveniently lying on his back with Jack pulling impatiently
at HIS pants.  It wasn't long before the lone pillow was shoved under
Will's hips raising them up into a better position for Jack to get at
him.
                                               
                 
The first finger was a simplicity itself.  Jack used ample oil and
his slender finger just glided in easy as you please.  It felt fine. 
More than fine when Jack searched out and found Will's prostate,
giving it a good rub on every other circuit his finger made, causing
Will to ripple around him beautifully.  Two was a little more serious
and Jack had to add some attention with his free hand to Will's cock
and balls to keep him interested.  On three Will almost lost his
nerve and his erection all together.  But thank the gods of dirty
pirate sex for tenacious pirate captains.   Persistence thy name is
Sparrow.  He oiled and he rubbed and he sucked and he squeezed. 
Stretching and skimming and stroking.  And pretty soon Will was
pushing back eagerly on those three fingers, huffing hot staccatos of
breath.

"Ready?"  Jack asked, one finger circling around Will's prostate but
never really touching it.

"As I'll or anybody else on this entire ocean is ever going to be,"
he panted back.   

"Good," Jack gritted out, removing his fingers, pushing his hair out
of the way and leaning forward slightly to line himself up with
Will.  "Because I'm about ready to burst."

"How do you think I feel?  You're not the one who's had the fingers
up his arse for the last ten minutes.  Or the mouth on his dick or
the hands on his balls."      

"I've been experiencing it vicariously through you," Jack informed
him as he twitched his hips forward, sinking into Will a bit.

"There's a lot to say for the real thing, believe me," Will hissed,
trying to keep still.

"`nough, talking," Jack gasped, chest vibrating.

Jack pulled himself back from the sensations long enough to grab Will
on both sides of the head, forcing him to focus on Jack's face.

"Ye alright?  Can ye do this, or does it hurt too much?"

"I'll be fine," Will panted, breath hitching as Jack trust in all the
way in one fell swoop, taking Will by complete surprise.

"Ye don't want me to stop then," he asked, circling his hips
slightly, nudging Will's pleasure spot.

"Bastard!"

"Mmm, but I'm yer bastard aren't I?" Jack lowered more of his body
weight onto Will, bringing his lips down to one stiff nipple, swiping
at it with his tongue like a cat.  "This okay?" he breathed to the
nub, rocking his hips back and forth, Will's own body following the
motions.

"Yes, great, fantastic," Will moaned.

They moved like that, together in counterpoint, Will's cock trapped
between them, Jack's mouth always intent on one nipple or the other,
until his rhythm began to falter.

"Got to...harder," he almost whined to Will, head raising, lips
blindly seeking Will's, hands clamping down onto the younger man's
slender hips.

"Go.   Harder.  Whatever you need," Will gasped before taking the
older man's mouth with his, sucking his tongue and biting his lips.

Jack made a pained sound low in his chest and pounded into Will,
getting his knees underneath him to increase the pressure and power
of his thrusts.  One of his hands jammed itself between them seizing
Will's scrotum and squeezing it, just this side of too hard, to the
tempo of his hips.  Will's orgasm was choked out of him and he came
with a shout in Jack's mouth.

Jack's oral assault only increased with the strangle hold Will's arse
had on him.  But he was still stabbing away when Will's muscles
relaxed him into a boneless heap.  Buffeted down into the bunk,
Will's unresisting body was pushed where Jack's willed.  Opening his
eyes, which must have closed at some point during the proceedings,
Will looked up into Jack's sweating face, the older man catching his
eyes.  Holding them.

"Like a bird, Will," he ground out, giving one last vicious twist of
his hips and freezing, muscles tense, face almost shocked.  They were
making their own future, gypsies and tea leaves be damned.

The End

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