THE LIES THAT HOPE BRINGS

He was a man unlike any Wil had ever seen.  Nothing like the bumbling
blacksmith he had left sleeping by the hot fire or the new Commodore that
was prim and proper in his neat little uniform, but Jack.  Jack with his
long hair and dark eyes, cocky attitude and good heart, stirred something in
Wil that not even Elizabeth brought out.  Something that he thought that he
had hidden long ago, tucked away in that dark place inside him.  Desire.
Desire for something that Wil knew that he couldn’t have.

    Looking up at Jack at the helm of the ship, his crew around him, Wil wasn’t
sure what he was going to do.  He wasn’t sure if there was anything that he
could do for the butterflies that fluttered in his stomach every time that
he was near Jack.  He tried again to bury those feelings but when he fought
Jack that first time, Wil was hard as a rock by the time the fight was over.
He was then forced to hide his erection but the pants that he was wearing
made it a little hard, pun not intended.

    Sailing, he was now forced to hide from the one that caused that desire. 
Jack was now watching his strange compass and steering in one direction then
in an unexpected lurch of the ship turned the other way.  Lost in thought
Wil wasn’t prepared and fell to the deck hard, his feet slipping out from
under him.  Wil braced his hands on the hard floor of the deck, regained his
balance and crawled to his feet.

    “Wil!  You okay down there.”  Jack called.  Not bothering to move from the
wheel.

    “I’m fine!”  He answered.  At least he asked, Wil thought, he could have
ignored me.

    “Good!  Wouldn’t want you dropping off the side, now would we?”  Jack said
with a smirk.

    At that, Wil glanced off to the horizon and found the sun setting, spilling
its colors to the sky like an artist on canvas, all red, orange and purple. 
His stomach was unsettled not just from the lurching of the ship but from
the fact that he knew that Jack was up to something, knew that Jack needed
him for some feat that he himself wasn’t able to do.  Wil knew that Jack had
little to no intention of helping him get Elizabeth back and because of that
Wil began to doubt him and what he was doing.

    “If you don’t need me I’m going to bed.”  Wil shouted up to Jack.  When
Jack didn’t answer Wil’s shoulders slumped and he made his way down to the
small room he lived in, letting the crew do what he was not able.  Knowing
that it wouldn’t matter what he did tonight or tomorrow, Wil took off his
boots and striped down to just his pants and shirt.  He crawled into the
hammock and tried to sleep.

        Up at the wheel, Jacks dark eyes followed Wil down but did not acknowledge
him.  He body longed to join Wil in his room but Jack’s heart knew that Wil
wasn’t his for the taking.  Jack took a deep breath to try and dislodge his
feelings but the lump in his stomach refused to go away.  He hated double
crossing the boy but he needed him to get his ship back.  After that, Jack
would take his ship, leave Wil with his precious Elizabeth and mend his
broken heart on the open sea.  Lost in thought Jack never heard Annemarie
walk up behind him.

“Why don’t you just take the boy?”  Annemarie asked.

Jack snapped his compass shut and turned to face his crewmate.  Annemarie’s
face was blank and her eyes looked right at him, never breaking eye contact
with her captain.  Long minutes passed as they stared at each other.

“He isn’t mine.”  Jack said then turned back to the wheel.

“That’s a load of shit, Jack, and you know it.”  She said, her voice rose in
anger and Jack was glad that none of his other crew was up on this deck to
hear her.  “He’s been yours sense the moment you saw him.  He’s been your
heart sense the moment you saw him.”  Annemarie’s voice was now almost a
whisper.

Jacks anger and hope got the best of him and he rushed Annemarie, his feet
silent on the deck.  He wrapped his hands in her shirt and slammed her up
against the railing of the ship.

“And what do you know about my heart?”  Jack ground out between clenched
teeth and he pushed her tightly against the rail.  “What do you know?  What
would a boy like that want with a pirate like me?  Why would he want me when
he’s got a woman like Elizabeth?  Can you tell me that?”

Annemarie didn’t try to get away, even if he was causing her shirt to chafe
around her neck.  She only sighed and brought a hand up to Jacks face and
gave it a light pat.  “What did I ever want with you, Jack?  Did you ever
ask yourself that?”

    Jack looked confused for a moment before he released her and took a step
back.

    “To be with you, Jack, that’s all that he wants.  That’s all I ever wanted.
  Now, why don’t you go to bed?”

    Jack did.

    It was all that Jack could think about, the fact that Annemarie knew how he
felt, knew what the boy is to him.  For one fleeting moment Jack thought of
leaving right then and there.  Take the boy and chart a course out of the
Caribbean and far away from Barbossa and Elizabeth.  Jack knew the
consequences for that.  Wil would never forgive him, he would never forget
about Elizabeth and Jack would hate himself for the action.

    Wallowing in self-pity, Jack made his way to the captain’s quarters,
knowing that there would be a bottle of rum waiting for him.  He was half
way there, looking forward to falling face first into a bottle of rum, when
a moan caught his attention.  If this was his ship he would have ignored the
sound and kept on his way, but as this was not his Black Pearl and Jack’s
natural curiosity got the better of him.

    Jack creeped to the door that the moans where coming from and turned the
knob to open it.  He pushed it open to find one of the most stunning visions
he had ever seen.  Wil lay in his hammock, one leg hung over the side, just
brushing the floor, the other was bent up toward his chest, both legs
spread.  Wil was moaning as one hand cupped his erection in his sleep.  In
an instant, Jack was hard as a rock.  He licked his lips and spared a glance
at his own personal tented pants before he glued his eyes back on Wil.  Jack
shuddered when Wil let out another moan and he knew Wil was dreaming abut
Elizabeth.  Jack’s heart sank even further and he started to close the door.

    “Ah!  Please, Jack!  Love you!”

    Hope cascaded into Jacks heart at Wil’s words.  He entered the room and
shut and locked the door.  He leaned back on the door and took a deep
breath.  It didn’t help as Wil took that moment to thrust up into his hand
and let out another deep moan.  Jack was in a trance.  He decided then and
there that if he was going to have Wil he would go all the way.  Jack knelt
in front of Wil and reached for his hands, plucking them up from their
pleasure and forced them down to lay beside Wil.

    “Jack, no!  Please!  Touch!”  Wil was still sleeping as he withered in the
hammock causing it to rock back and forth.

    “No, no touching,” Jack said in a voice husky with desire.  “Not yet.”

    Jack didn’t know if Wil heard him so he set about waking him up.  He was
quick in untying Wil’s pants and releasing his erection.  It was an angry
red, dripping a steady river of come from the tip and Jack couldn’t wait to
wrap his lips around it.  He settled, first, for wrapping his fingers around
the hard length, pulling a moan from Wil.  Jack ran his thumb over the head,
wanting Wil to make those wonderful noises again.  Jack then lowered his
head and flicked his tongue across the head.  He tastes good, Jack said,
better then rum.  And he wrapped his lips around Wil, pulling him deep into
his throat.

    Wil gasped as the mouth on his erection sucked and nipped.  Making his eyes
roll back in his head and harsh gasps come from his mouth.  One of the hands
reached down to cup his swollen balls and he couldn’t suppress a cry.  A
finger traced his lips and Wil let it in, nipping on the pads of the finger
as it moved in and out of his mouth.  Then the finger was gone and at the
opening of his body and Wil gasped as he was breached.  The single finger
stretched him slowly, pushing as deep as it could go, only to pull out and
be joined by another.  The fingers dove deep once again to brush against
something inside Wil that arched his back and pulled a shriek from his
mouth.

Wil had to see who it was that was giving him this pleasure.  He had to know
who it was.  So he looked down and into the black eyes of Jack Sparrow. 
Jack smiled and engulfed Wil again, twisting his fingers as he went down. 
Wil tossed his head back and screamed.

    “Jack!  Jack, please, come!  Let me come!”

Wil’s hands reached up and after knocking off a hat he threaded his fingers
into thick hair.  His orgasm took him by surprise, moving through him like a
wave on the ocean and Wil spilled his seed into Jacks greedy mouth.


Jack swallowed as fast as he could, drawing as much of Wil’s bitter, sweet
nectar out as he could.  He felt Wil’s hands clench one more time when Jack
gave one last hard suck, before his entire body went limp.  Jack licked his
lips and met Wil’s eyes.

“Jack?”

Jack grabbed Wil’s hips and pulled him down off of the hammock.  He moved
Wil so his legs were on either side of his hips and then dove in for a kiss.
Jack thrust his tongue into Wil’s mouth, letting Wil taste himself.


    Wil wrapped his arms around Jacks neck, not believing that this was
happening and maybe this was another dream he was having.  If it was he
didn’t want to wake up and for one fleeting moment Wil wondered when
Elizabeth had turned into Jack but he had Jack in his arms and the rest
didn’t matter.  Wil melted when Jack’s tongue sled in his mouth the world
was far away.  Wil gasped and his mind shut down.

    “Wil, my beautiful Wil.  How I’ve wanted this.”  Jack gasped into Wil’s
neck before pulling at Wil’s clothing.  Wil tried to help but Jack batted
his hands away.  “I said no touching.”

    “Jack, please.”  Wil said before reaching for Jacks clothing but his hands
where pushed away again.

    “Do I have to tie you?”  Jack asked and he felt a shudder run through Wil. 
Jack wrenched Wil’s shirt off his shoulders and down his arms, stopping at
his wrists to tie the sleeves around his wrists.

    “Jack,” Wil moaned.  “No, please, don’t.  Let me-“

    “No.”  Jack said again.  “You had your chance to be good, luv.  Now you
pay.”  This is gonna be so much fun, Jack thought before he dove in for
Wil’s neck.

Jack sucked where Wil’s shoulder met his neck and Wil arched his neck to
give Jack more room.  Sucking harder Jack brought blood to the surface and
Wil moaned at the thought of being marked by this man.  Jack pulled back to
take a look at his handy work.  Wil’s mouth was open and he was panting, he
had a dark red mark the perfect size of Jack’s mouth.

Jacks eyes followed a trail of sweat down Wil’s chest.  It caught more
moisture on its way down and trapped itself on one of Wil’s pert nipples. 
Jack leaned down and licked the nipple, tasting Wil.  He latched his lips
onto Wil and rolled his tongue over it.  This brought Wil out of his stumper
and he arched his back to give Jack more room, again.  Jack’s hands trailed
further down Wil’s chest to his pants.  Frustration caught Jack when Wil’s
pants wouldn’t come off his hips because his legs were spread over Jack’s
hips.  Impatient Jack pushed Wil back and he grunted when he landed on his
bound hands.  Rough, callused hands pulled at his pants effective in
stripping Wil and leaving him naked to Jacks gaze.  Wil watched as Jack
licked his lips.  His legs were still spread, his ass still propped up on
Jack’s thighs.  His finger tips trailed down the inside of his thigh as the
dark eyes took in Wil’s most private place.

Wil couldn’t help but blush at this.  No one had ever looked at him so and
he didn’t know how to act.  Jack took one of his fingers, brought it to his
mouth and started to suck on it.  He never broke eye contact with Wil.  Wil
whimpered when the finger moved from Jack’s mouth to the tight opening of
Wil’s body.

Jack slipped his finger in and his own cock twitched in his pants at the
thought of plowing Wil’s tight channel.  Wil cried out when Jack’s long
finger brushed up against something in his body that made him tense and
tighten around Jack’s finger.  Jack drew his finger out only to thrust back
in joined by another finger.  They hit Wil’s sweet spot again and then
twisted inside him, pulling a shriek from the withering man.  Wil’s eyes
clenched shut when Jack wasted no time and added a third finger.

“Oh, Gods!  Jack, please.  Do it again!  Do it again!”  Wil babbled, his
head thrashing back and forth as Jack’s fingers fucked him.  “Please!  Jack,
fuck me!  Need it, please, Jack!”

Wil felt the fingers wrench out of him and he opened his eyes.  Jack was
drawing his clothes off, pulling at this shirt and Wil watched as Jack
unbuttoned his pants.  Jack’s cock spring up to rub against his stomach and
he took one hand and rubbed his pre-come over his cock to lube it as much as
he could.  He then took Wil’s hips in both of his hands and jerked him up. 
Jack placed his cock at Wil’s stretched entrance and stopped.

“Wil.  Wil, love, open your eyes.”  Jack whispered.

Wil did so and gasped at the look in Jack’s eyes.  Under the desire Wil saw
love, for him.  Hope and pleading for Wil not to leave Jack alone on the
sea.  Jack was tired of being alone.

“Tell me, Wil,” he said.  “Tell me you need me.  Tell me you want this.  I
can stop if you don’t…if you don’t want this, don’t want me.”  The words
come from Jack’s heart and it echoed the one in Wil’s.

“Oh, Jack.  You’re such a fool.”  Wil whispered.  “I love you.  I wouldn’t
have followed you this far if I didn’t.”

Jack smiled before burying his face in Wil’s neck and dropping him down. 
Jack gritted his teeth at the velvety warmth that enveloped him.  Wil cried
out as he was impaled on Jack’s cock.  He was filled to bursting and he let
out another cry when he felt himself settle on Jack’s thighs.  Jack’s hands
gripped Wil’s hips as he fought not to spill himself in Wil.  Long minutes
passed as the lovers used the time to catch their breath and try to calm
their hearts, but Wil choice that moment to try and move his arms, squirming
in Jack’s lap.

“Jack,” Wil gasped.  “Please, untie me.  Let me touch you.”

Gathering all his will Jack reached behind Wil and tugged one the knot of in
the shirt.  Wil brought his now free hands up and placed them on Jack’s
shoulders.  He lifted himself up and holding Jack’s eyes he let himself
drop.  They cried out and clung on to each other harder.  Jack let Wil have
control.  Wil’s voice rose in pleasure and he tried to stifle his cries.

“No, scream!  I want the entire ship to hear you!”  Jack said as he took
control of their movements and pace.  Wil started to scream with every
thrust and wanting to hear all of Wil’s screams and mans Jack bit down on
Wil’s neck again.

“Jack, Jack, Jack…please!  Please, oh God, harder…harder!”

Jack tried to do what Wil sought after but he had no leverage so he laid Wil
back on the floor and spread his legs wider.  Jack couldn’t help but think
that this would be a wonderful way to die, buried balls deep in the one you
love.  On his knees, Jack was able to thrust as hard and fast as he could. 
Wil’s back was arched, knees where bent and his legs were spread around
Jack.  His hands gripped Jack’s arms as he was rocked back and forth when
the other mans length slid over something that made Wil’s world go white. 
Wil began to scream in earnest and he had a fleeting thought of how everyone
on the ship would be able to hear him.

“Touch,” Jack panted.  “Touch yourself.  Let me see you come.”

Wil gasped and reached for his dripping cock.  One hand turned into two and
Wil’s movements turned frantic.  It didn’t take to long.  Wil felt his balls
tighten up and he shrieked Jack’s name as he came, spilling his seed over
his chest and stomach.

Jack watched Wil come.  The combination of Wil’s muscles tightening around
him and calling out his name pushed Jack over the edge.  Jack gave one more
brutal thrust and held himself in Wil, relishing in the feel of the other
man as Jack’s world went black.


It was minutes, or was it days, that Jack woke up feeling content.  His head
lay tucked under Wil’s chin and Jack could feel Wil’s hands running up and
down his back and shoulders.  Best of all he was still lodged deep inside
Wil.

“Am I too heavy?” Jack whispered, almost as if he didn’t want to break the
mood as they were rocked by the boat.

“No.  You’re perfect.”  Wil answered.  On impulse Wil squeezed the muscles
around Jack, making him grown.

“Don’t do that,” Jack said.

“But I though you liked it when I did that,” Wil said back.

“I love it but I don’t think I have the energy for another go.  You almost
killed me.”

Wil chuckled.  “I bet I could get you to go again.”

Jack lifted himself up and braced himself on his elbows.  He looked down at
Wil.  So beautiful, jack thought.  And all mine, for now.  Jack’s brow
furrowed at the though.  Noticing the look Wil brought his hands around and
cupped Jack’s face.

“I’m here, Jack.  I’m not going anywhere.” Wil said.

“Yet.”

Wil was silent at that short remark.  He couldn’t come up with anything to
say.  Wil trailed his fingers over Hack’s jaw, up to cheek bones and dark
brow.  Wil moved his hands to Jack’s hair.  He was too preoccupied moments
ago but Jack’s hair was silky soft.  Wil fingered one of Jack’s beads.

“I need to find her, Jack.  Hush,” Wil said when Jack opened his mouth to
say something.  “I have to.  She’s been the only constant thing in my life. 
She was there when I woke up from the attack and I don’t know what I would
do if she wasn’t in my life.  I’ll tell you later.” Wil said at Jack’s
questioning look.  “Until then I’m yours, Jack.  For as long as I’m here.”
Jack smiled the first real smile Wil had ever seen from him.

“Then I’ll find a way to make you stay here, savvy?”  Jack said before he
took Wil’s mouth in another kiss.

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