Pirate fic
Jun. 12th, 2004 10:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chase_acow
I'd meant to ask in the last post if anyone else thought that Trelawney got hair style tips from Jack?
POTC- Sweat
500 words
Jack/Will
For as long as he could remember, Jack had been fascinated with sweat. As a child, he’d asked every adult in sight where it came from. Often enough he’d get only a kick or a cuff as a response, but once in a while they’d try, unsuccessfully, to explain. His little boy mind could not accept salt water just appearing, as if by magic, upon the skin. Nobody could give him an answer, at least not one to satisfy Jack’s imagination. Then, he got his first glimpse of the ocean and his first taste of sea. After that, the question of sweat seemed quite obvious to Jack. He belonged to the sea; the fact that he seemed to be made of salt water was enough to encourage his wandering soul to wander onto a boat. Jack never looked back.
Now, as an adult himself, Jack still liked sweat. Of course, he had a better understanding of the wherefores and whynots, but he still reveled in it. He loved the kind honestly gained, that delicious elixir after a day of working, drinking, or loving. He also accepted the kind that was ill got, the stink and rot that saturated both skin and clothes. That was the kind of sweat that was fear made tangible, it came at the point of a sword or the barrel of a musket. It was healthy, he thought, let a pirate know he was living right, without sweat there was no action no adventure.
He also liked to make others sweat. Specifically, Jack loved to make Will sweat. It was a delightful game he played, filling up the hours when they were alone on the Interceptor. He’d calculate just how hard he could push, how far Will would go and which direction he could be steered in before Will blew up. Then Jack would go just a bit further. Will’s face turning an unlovely shade of purple as he lungs sucked up air to capacity ready to denounce Jack, his ancestry, progeny and all pirate kind. After a while, he caught on to Jack and it took more harassing then before to get Will worked up.
Then Jack changed his tactics. He moved from the verbal into the physical and found out Will knew an entirely different way to sweat. At first, Jack would get as close as he could without touching, merely looming over the boy until he became acclimated to Jack’s presence. Then, a touch here, an odd caress there, all very valid points of the persona he’d worked hard to create and thus inspiring no suspicion in his chosen prey. Will became an obsession, Jack craved it and addiction never consummated as he longed to lick the sweat from between Will’s thighs. He got closer and closer until he knew Will by smell alone. By then Will began to sweat at the first sight of Jack, and that made Jack very happy. And everyone knows there’s nothing more dangerous then a happy pirate.
Mostly this was just to prove to myself that I could finish something I started no matter how crappy it turned out. Now back to my actual Comp assignment which unfortunatly contains neither sweat or pirates.
POTC- Sweat
500 words
Jack/Will
For as long as he could remember, Jack had been fascinated with sweat. As a child, he’d asked every adult in sight where it came from. Often enough he’d get only a kick or a cuff as a response, but once in a while they’d try, unsuccessfully, to explain. His little boy mind could not accept salt water just appearing, as if by magic, upon the skin. Nobody could give him an answer, at least not one to satisfy Jack’s imagination. Then, he got his first glimpse of the ocean and his first taste of sea. After that, the question of sweat seemed quite obvious to Jack. He belonged to the sea; the fact that he seemed to be made of salt water was enough to encourage his wandering soul to wander onto a boat. Jack never looked back.
Now, as an adult himself, Jack still liked sweat. Of course, he had a better understanding of the wherefores and whynots, but he still reveled in it. He loved the kind honestly gained, that delicious elixir after a day of working, drinking, or loving. He also accepted the kind that was ill got, the stink and rot that saturated both skin and clothes. That was the kind of sweat that was fear made tangible, it came at the point of a sword or the barrel of a musket. It was healthy, he thought, let a pirate know he was living right, without sweat there was no action no adventure.
He also liked to make others sweat. Specifically, Jack loved to make Will sweat. It was a delightful game he played, filling up the hours when they were alone on the Interceptor. He’d calculate just how hard he could push, how far Will would go and which direction he could be steered in before Will blew up. Then Jack would go just a bit further. Will’s face turning an unlovely shade of purple as he lungs sucked up air to capacity ready to denounce Jack, his ancestry, progeny and all pirate kind. After a while, he caught on to Jack and it took more harassing then before to get Will worked up.
Then Jack changed his tactics. He moved from the verbal into the physical and found out Will knew an entirely different way to sweat. At first, Jack would get as close as he could without touching, merely looming over the boy until he became acclimated to Jack’s presence. Then, a touch here, an odd caress there, all very valid points of the persona he’d worked hard to create and thus inspiring no suspicion in his chosen prey. Will became an obsession, Jack craved it and addiction never consummated as he longed to lick the sweat from between Will’s thighs. He got closer and closer until he knew Will by smell alone. By then Will began to sweat at the first sight of Jack, and that made Jack very happy. And everyone knows there’s nothing more dangerous then a happy pirate.
Mostly this was just to prove to myself that I could finish something I started no matter how crappy it turned out. Now back to my actual Comp assignment which unfortunatly contains neither sweat or pirates.
