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Captain's Quarters
BY: Jeroen Richards*** The trouble was the sea didn't
understand the need he felt. It
wouldn't have been nearly so bad if the sea would roll just side-to- side. It was the added up-and-down and front-to- back that got to him. Maybe he could talk Jack into stopping the boat, ship. Will lay very still. He was sure if he did not move his stomach would remain within his body. No. He wasn't going to hold on to any of this day's food. He knelt on the floor, his insides trying to get out. He continued gagging long after he was sure that anything he'd eaten in the last week should be gone. He rolled onto his side, not allowing the basin to get too far from him. The floor felt slightly cooler than the captain's bunk. Oh God he was thinking of that pirate as the captain of this stolen ship. Will groaned and once again felt the bottom fall out of his stomach. "Well boy, are you done yet?" Jack asked, winking slyly. Will looked up groggily; he could feel that he'd soiled his shirt. "Not sure, Jack." Jack held his nose. "My God lad, you are a mess." He walked over to Will, who now sat shivering on the deck. "Captain's quarters be wasted on you, mate." Nodding at the truth made Will ever so slightly sick. "I don't think I was cut out for this." "We'll make a sailor of you yet. Come on, come on. Let's go topside." With that he helped the pale young man up the gangway. "It's a lovely day for sailing." He pushed Will's hair behind his ears. "Now you listen to me, watch the horizon don't watch the waves, don't watch the deck, savvy?" "Savvy." Will croaked, feeling as if next week's lunch was about to make an appearance. "The horizon." But he couldn't watch the horizon if Jack was there. He watched the mad antics of the pirate as he sailed the huge ship on his own. And he smiled through the feeling of green that overcame him from time to time. He reached up to touch his straggling hair that Jack had so naturally tucked back for him. "The horizon, mate." Jack shouted back with a slight slur. "Can't go wrong watching the horizon. Never met a man or boy I couldn't make a sailor." Will groaned at the thought of being the first on the list of people who Jack couldn't make a sailor of. He watched the horizon for a little while. Then Jack walked through his line of sight and Will again thought of that swift touch of the man's hands. How long had he been out in the sun? Surely no more than an hour. At most two. Dreaming. He sat heavily on the deck. Jack stood above him. "You're all red, boy." "Sorry." Jack helped him to his feet, and Will definitely felt the absurdity of it. He was as unsteady on the ship as Jack was on land. He giggled and felt his head go light. "Sorry." Without knowing how, Will woke in the Interceptor's captain's bunk. The cabin was a maze of velvet, lace and cloth of gold. When Will moved he felt the warm bulk of someone next to him. "Jack," he whispered. He turned so that he could hold the man who had captured his imagination. Then he realized that he was naked, and except for his scarf so was Jack. He wanted to jump out of bed, to run. But instead he pressed his chest against the muscled back of the pirate. "Morning, mate." Jack said as he rolled to face Will. "Glad to see you're feeling better." Will was sure he'd stopped breathing. He had certainly stopped thinking. Jack reached over and lazily tucked a strand of stray hair behind the swordsmith's ear. He knew that very likely Jack knew that he was blushing. Then again he was so sunburnt Jack might not. Will reached out and gently he rubbed Jack's sides and shoulders. "I know my hands are rough." "No, no lad, soft as silk they are." Jack took Will's hand and licked lightly at a finger, then kissed it. Letting the boy's hand go, he rubbed his own hands the width of Will's hairless chest. "Soft as silk, whelp." Will wet his lips. Jack reached a little lower now. "Ah, I'm so glad I was wrong about the eunuch thing." He grinned lecherously as Will moaned. "Oh yes, please." "I have a feeling you've done this before." Jack frowned slightly then smiled. "Not a bad thing in itself, mind." "Never." Will managed. "Holy Mary." Jack spat on his hand. "God sent me a virgin. Thank you God." His slick hand rubbed down the boy's erection and Jack smiled till his eyes were nearly closed. Will was coming in moments. "Perhaps he's never been touched at all." Jack mused aloud. Will was out of his stupor in moments and on top of Jack right after. "Can I touch you, is it all right?" "You just go right ahead, mate, I'd like that." Jack watched the boy touching and kissing his body tentatively at first and then with more assuredness. He moved in anticipation of the lad going lower. "Am I doing it right?" "Oh yes, mate, I think you're doing fine, though a little stroking wouldn't go amiss." Will grinned up at Jack. "I can do that." And imitating Jack, he spat onto his hand and started to stroke Jack's erection. "Feels good?" The boy muttered, only half in question. And with the insistence of youth the boy stroked him till he was coming hard. "How did you learn to do that? Will?" Will lay quietly next to him now, stroking his own renewed erection. Jack looked at him surprised. "Already," he said in a smiling whisper. He reached lazily over to him and entwined his own hand with the boy's so they were both stroking. Will rolled onto his side and kissed the pirate chastely. Jack licked Will's lips, biting at the bottom one as Will began to concentrate on the hands on his prick. "Don't think." Jack advised. And a moment later Will came with a quiet sound that was Jack's name. They lay together. Entwined on the small bunk. Jack stared at the small sparrow in kohl he'd drawn on Will's stomach sometime during the third - or was it fourth time. Jack sighed, "Only twenty... the boy was twenty." Will moved slightly. Sleepily pushing down his cock. Jack's kohl smeared eyes opened wide. "Again?" he said. |
