Jack had developed a fondness for the boy long before he came to be part of
his crew. There was something irritatingly endearing about the "whelp" as
Jack always called him. When Willshowed up unannounced at a port city
tavern one night, Jack couldnít help but think he had lured the boy into
a life of piracy. And for that, he was infinitely proud of himself. It
had taken several months for Will to realize that the open sea meant more
to him than any femaleís company, and it had taken Jack just as long to
realize that he missed Willís company. So it was quite a delight then
the young man asked to come aboard the Pearl.
"Youíve got a lot to learn." Jack had said.
Willís immediate response was; "I learn faster than you know."
That had been nearly four months ago. Will *had* caught on quickly and
proven himself a valuable member of the crew, especially to Jack. To the
rest of the crew, it looked like Jack had taken on the role of a close
mentor, and to Will, Jack was nothing more than a teacher and friend.
For the most part, their perceptions were accurate, but Jack knew there
was more to the picture. He was attracted to the boy, plain and simple. He
wanted to bed him and any potential subsequent relationship would merely
be a pleasant bonus.
But Jack wasnít one to ignore his basic human needs. Nor was he one to pass
up something as lovely as dear William. He watched him, day in, day out,
making sure that the lust in his dark eyes wasnít *too* obvious. Jack
delighted in the exceptionally hot afternoons at sea because it gave him
a chance to feast, at least visually, on the object of his repressed
urges. The way Willís muscles rippled beneath his sun-darkened skin, the
way a few strands of hair (too short to be pulled back) always hung in his
face, the way the light bounced off every single bead of sweat. It was enough
to drive Jack even more insane. And so the Captain observed silently until one
evening, he cracked. He could no longer be content with watching Will. He
needed to touch him. He needed to taste him. And he needed it fast.
Jack invited Will to dine with him in his quarters, claiming they had some matters
to take care of. The meal went smoothly enough until Will began to question what
matters he was there for.
"Ahh, it can wait long enough for a bottle of rum, eh lad?" Jack said, sauntering
over to a small cabinet near the table.
Will didnít look pleased with the response. "I really think itís better to
discuss business before..." he began.
Jack cocked an eyebrow and moved to stand next to Will as the boy stood.
"I must attend to..."
"Sit." Jack ordered, pushing Will into his seat. "Youíll attend to this
bottle until I tell you otherwise, savvy?"
Will narrowed his eyes and stared warily at Jack. The pair sat in silence
for some time, each nursing his own supply of rum.
"Jack, really, what do we need to talk about?" Will slurred. He was no
weakling, but he hadnít yet mastered the art of holding his liquor. And
for that, Jack was infinitely grateful.
Jack popped the cork of another bottle. "Well," he smiled. "you see, young William,
there are things in this world we canít ignore. Things that must be acted on."
Confusion was written all over Willís face. Jack slid his chair closer and held
the bottle to Willís lips. The younger man took a large gulp and wiped his chin.
"So, so you broughí me Ďere to tell me that, huh?"
"No." Jack grinned. "I brought you here to tell you this."
He seized Willís shoulderís and pulled him into a kiss. The boy flailed his arms
in protest and tried to push away, but Jack held him tight. He forced his tongue
into Willís mouth and explored the rum-tinged heat he found there. Will grunted
and tried to shake his head. Jack took a handful of hair and pulled his head
back. The young man yelped against Jackís mouth and stopped struggling. He pawed
drunkenly at the chair he was sitting in while Jack acquainted himself with every
inch of Willís mouth. The Captain dragged his tongue along the roof of Willís mouth
and, much to his surprise, elicited a moan of pleasure. He pulled away long enough
to whisper; "So you like that hmm?" then proceeded to do it again, only much more
deliberately. Will squirmed slightly and Jack positioned himself on his lap. He
grinned when he felt Willís body answer him with hardness.
"You *are* enjoying this." Jack said, rubbing the heat between Willís legs. "Itís
alright. Youíre allowed to enjoy it."
The younger man tilted his head back and groaned. Jack rubbed him a little harder
and felt Willís body twitching beneath his. He pulled Will to his feet and backed
him against the table. Now as docile as could be, Will offered no resistance.
Instead, he moaned softly, egging Jack on. He wasted no time with formality and
stripped Will naked, throwing his clothes wherever they would land. He took a
step back to admire the form before him.
"Perfect. Absolutely perfect." he thought as he knelt in front of Will. He looked
up, his kohl-lined eyes taking in every inch of waiting flesh. Will looked down
with a questioning look on his flushed face. Jack took his full length into his
mouth and Willís body jumped. His eyes widened and he gripped the table for
support. Jack whirled his tongue around Willís swollen member and bit down
ever so gently on its tip, then repeated the process. Will grabbed Jackís
hair and gasped, overcome by his bodyís need. His knees trembled as he felt
Jack take him in deeper and deeper. The room blurred around him and it felt like
every bit of warmth in the world was between his legs. His hips bucked and his
breath caught in his throat. But just as he was about to come, Jack pulled away.
Instinctively,Will reached down, but Jack grabbed his wrists. Will stared at Jack,
his eyes half-lid and glazed, silently begging for completion.
"You want me to finish?" Jack whispered into Willís ear.
Unable to form coherent words, Will simply nodded Ďyesí.
Jack smiled, pleased with himself. "Good."
He pushed Will onto the table then stood to undress. "Touch yourself and Iíll turn
you into a eunuch." he said, tossing his clothes aside.
He crawled onto the table and let his tongue wander along Willís prone body.
He moaned, help lessly awaiting what Jack still had in store. Jack reached for
a small jar and dipped his fingers into the olive oil that had been set out
with dinner. He lifted Willís legs onto his shoulders and told him to relax.
He slid a finger into Willís body and teased him from the inside. Will tried
to sit up, surprised by the intrusion. With his free hand, Jack ran his fingers
across Willís sensitive chest and calmed him with a soft "shhh". He felt Will
relax again and inserted another finger. Again, the younger man jumped, but
quickly settled down. Jack found Willís most sensitive spot and exploited it.
Will gasped and a nearly inaudible "oh God" escaped his lips. Satisfied that
he was ready, Jack positioned himself at Willís opening.
"This may hurt." he said softly as he pushed into Willís body.
He jerked violently and Jack had to hold his hips down. Will squeezed his eyes
shut and writhed under Jack. The ripping pain filled every part of his body and
he cried out in protest.
"Calm down, Will. If you just stop for a second, itíll feel better, savvy?"
Will breathed heavily and stopped squirming.
"Good boy." Jack cooed as he began to slowly move in and out of Will.
Whimpers of pain were gradually replaced with groans of pleasure and Jack increased
his pace. Will began to move his hips in time with Jack and soon they were both
sailing towards the cusp or orgasm. Jack took hold of Willís cock and with a few
quick pumps, sent him over the edge. Moments later, stars exploded behind Jackís
eyes and his wet heat mingled with Willís. Jack climbed off Will and quickly
dressed himself. Will had since passed out on the table, and Jack shook his head
as he lifted Willís limp, spent form into his bed. He pulled a blanket over Willís
naked body and brushed away a few sweaty strands of hair that were stuck to Willís
forehead. He opened the door, turning back as he stepped out for some fresh air.
"Maybe a relationship would be nice after all." Jack remarked softly to himself,
quickly adding with a chuckle; "If he even remembers what happened."