PotC fic: A Matter of Fin-esse
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Title: A Matter of Fin-esse
Author: kissesago
Fandom: PotC
Disclaimer: Not mine, nope nothin’, not even the fins. No dolphins were harmed in the production of this fic.
Pairing: Jack/Will
Rating: R
Notes: Thanks go to Loza Teazer for a wonderful beta.
Summery: Jack gets cursed causing Will to ask the question “Jack, why do you have flippers?” Obviously, this should somehow lead to sex.
Will walked along the beach as had become his routine in the past months, kicking away stray rocks and paying no particular interest to anything. He faced East, toward a sky already darkening to purple in the late afternoon sunset. England was to the East, the Northeast, and Elizabeth was in England, taken there after barely a month had passed from their adventures. A ‘proper’ lady’s education was her purpose, and that could be found only at the point farthest away from pirates, and Will. He supposed he’d never see her again, not that it would be her fault, but so far away, Will knew Elizabeth would find ways to entertain herself, most likely outings with another man.
He sat down in the sand, far enough away from the water to be a trifle damp, but not quite moist, and folded his long legs up, wrapping his arms around them. The shop was still keeping him and the donkey fed, but was not flourishing as it had been. Sometimes he caught the townspeople crossing themselves when they thought he couldn’t see them. He’d overheard that some held the belief he’d curse their blades just from spite at being stuck on land. A pirate curse, Will rolled his eyes every time the thought came to him, if they’d ever met a pirate they’d know what utter rubbish it was.
The pirates on the Black Pearl couldn’t have cursed themselves into a new pair of shoes, let alone anyone else out of theirs. But Will didn’t like to think about that, regrets had never had a place in his life, and piracy was a path definitely not taken. When the full moon came he dreamed of life aboard the Pearl with Gibbs, Ana Maria, and Jack, freedom and salt permanent fixtures in his mouth. On nights of the new moon he dreamed just of Jack. Jack’s eyes, his smile, the outline of his body, and Will awoke sweating and gasping for breath though he could never remember why.
“Will!” a harsh whisper heard just above the sounds of the waves broke him out of his contemplations. The beach had been empty when he sat, and he thought the voice came from somewhere behind him and vaguely to the left.
“Who is it? What do you want?” Will called turning in circles to try and locate the voice. He missed the comforting weight of a sword by his side, but had stopped wearing it when he was afraid of scaring off all his customers.
“Will,” the whisper came again and this time Will thought he knew where it was coming from and unbelievably he had a thought as to who it was. He squinted, more just of the need to do something then from an inability to see, as an unfamiliar sensation settled in the pit of his stomach.
Turning, he faced a medium sized outcropping of rocks that wasn’t too far away from where the surf lapped up the beach. The sun was all but gone now; a last blazing streak of orange lit the beach on fire. “Jack? Jack, is that you?” he asked cautiously stalking up to the boulders.
“Aye, it’s me, but don’t …” Jack’s voice was full of urgency and it spurred Will into hurrying just a bit more.
Will rounded the rocks, one hand out to steady himself and his neck craned as he peered, eyes looking to find Jack’s. And they fell, eyes sweeping down, dropping lower and lower before they stopped on the most unlikely sight to be seen on god’s green earth. Laughter rampaged through his body and before he knew it tears were leaking out his eyes and he was doubled over struggling for breath.
“… come ‘round here,” Jack finished lamely, his fingers tangling in a bit of cloth as he looked away into the sea, unable to meet Will’s laughing gaze.
Jack sat pressed up against the boulder, naked to the waist and just as Will remembered him from brief glances on board the ships. It was only when his gaze kept traveling, that Will was overcome with mirth. Instead of a pair of fine strong legs, Captain Jack Sparrow now sported a tail. A tail made of shiny green scales that overlapped and were broken only by protrusions of some kind of webbed material.
Doing his best to choke back his hysteria, Will sat facing the rocks and a rather irritated looking pirate. “Jack, why do you have flippers?” he asked thinking for a moment he could keep his face straight, but it was no good. Will burst out laughing again, only slightly shocked at his lack of control, but willing to let the pirate take the brunt of it this time. It wasn’t as if Will didn’t owe him a jab or two.
“Fins, boy!” Jack growled, his ‘fins’ flipping, like a cat’s tail betraying his state of mind. “They’re called fins, thought ye were pirate enough to know that.” He was sullen in a way Will had never seen him act before, unease plain to see in his posture and lack of- flair.
“Fine, Jack. Why do you have fins?” Will was more concerned now, and yet couldn’t quite keep the smirk off his face, even though he knew it wasn’t helping anything. He had to admit, the tail was rather fetching on Jack, with strong lines and the muscles standing out at attention.
Jack sighed and his green tail flipped again, sending sand flying everywhere. “I was scoutin’ a cove, trying t’see if it’d be a good place to let me crew take a walkabout. Fresh water and all that. Then I see this girl, and she’s a beauty, mate. Turns out she’s a mermaid, but ol’ Jack’s never been accused of being picky. So, all by me onesies I go to her and pour out the charm, just so happened her father showed up in the middle. Her father—the King of the Sea—and so I got cursed.”
“Oh, god, Jack! Is it permanent?” Will brushed the sand from his shirt, his fingers of their own violation reaching out to touch Jack before he jerked them back. It was one thing to laugh at the trouble Jack got himself in, but totally different if it actually hurt him.
“It’s worse then that!” here Jack cried and then paused speaking though he continued to gesture as if the words were just too terrible to say. “I’ve got to find a woman to fall in love with me and stay faithful to her for the rest of me life. Otherwise, poof! I’m shark bait again.”
This was the closest Will had seen of Jack acting like his old disreputably loud self, but his voice and eyes were laced with an hysteria that made Will’s earlier laughing fit pale in comparison. Now Will did reach out, put a hand on Jack’s shoulder and found the skin there to be just a shade away from cold. Will frowned and moved, twisting on the sand until he and Jack were shoulder to shoulder, giving each of them something real to feel.
“Ah, come on, Jack!” Will’s jovial tone was forced and grated on even his ears. “It can’t be too hard, what with your charm and dashing good looks. I’ll bet it won’t take us anytime at all to find a woman for you.”
“Well now, that’s where you come in, savvy?” Quick as lightening, Jack’s old grin was back, his gold teeth flashing in the weak moonlight. Will knew that grin could only mean trouble for at least one of them and he knew which Jack preferred, but he’d walked right into this one. Besides, the thought of leaving his home yet again didn’t cause a thought of anxiety. It didn’t seem to him that he had much else to lose.
Nodding at the appropriate times as Jack outlined his plan, Will was trying very hard to add up the night’s odd events. The very fact that Jack was actually letting him in on the plan said that something in their relationship had changed. Then there was Jack’s physical change to deal with. If there was any man more suited to being a merman, Will had never known him. The former pirate’s new ease manifested itself throughout his body, and Will found himself staring at Jack’s exotic lower half with an intensity that bordered obsession.
“Jack?” Will said, interrupting and throwing the other man completely off his speech. “May I… I mean, could I, could I touch it?” He knew he was being ridiculous, sounded ridiculous, but he couldn’t help himself. The scales sparkled like so many gemstones in the night air, and his was need almost like that for air to be allowed to touch them.
“Can you?” Jack’s hands stretched over the part of tail, which would have been his thighs. He contemplated the question for so long that Will had nearly made up his mind to take it back. “Aye, mate, if you want too.”
Will smiled and moved to where he was kneeling at Jack’s side, reaching out with his fingers to lightly brush the scales. Jack didn’t explode or anything, so Will took it as a good sign and let his hands rest heavily on top of where Jack’s knees would be. The scales were even cooler then Jack’s skin, and Will felt a shiver of some unknowable emotion go through his body. Motion was next, his body knew, even if his brain had collapsed under the strain, and his hands began moving, in circles one moment, and then petting the next.
The tail was wondrously smooth, like nothing he’d ever felt before with no hard edges or anything to catch his fingers on at all. This close, he could see how harmoniously the tail and man fit together. The closer they came to his waist, the scales grew smaller and lighter, blending together until they melted into human flesh. Will ran a finger along the edge, delighting in the shifting sensations between fish and man.
Suddenly, he heard Jack hiss and his hands were caught up and held in Jack’s rougher ones. Jack’s face was an odd sight in the half-light, and Will didn’t really know what he was seeing. It seemed to be twisted up in pain, but nothing else in Jack’s body language would lead him to that conclusion. His hands were still caught up in Jack’s who was rubbing in between Will’s knuckles that attached finger to palm.
“That’ll be enough of that now lad,” Jack said letting Will’s hands go in a somewhat reluctant fashion. “I hate to ask ye, take ye away from your bonnie lass and all, but …”
“She’s gone,” Will said quietly, understanding that this time he finally meant it and added another item to the list of things Jack had helped him with.
“What?”
“She’s left, back to England.” Even he had finally admitted it to himself, it didn’t make acknowledgement of the truth any easer to bear, or the bonds around his chest any less tight. “I think, I feel, that I’m done here. There’s nothing left for me in Port Royal, but even if there were, Jack, how could I call myself your friend and then not help you when you needed me most?”
Jack toyed with the bits and bobs in his hair, then apparently decided to take Will at his word, laid a hand on his knee and said, “So, I can take that to mean ye wouldn’t be minding a bit of relocating?”
Sixteen slaps and three townships later, Will was no longer so certain of Jack’s chances of ever getting the curse broken. They’d come up with a tidy little plot between the two of them; Will would lure young single women to the beach where Jack would try to woo them with mysterious eyes and a tragic past. Unfortunately, no one had told the women they were supposed to fall head over heels for the pirate. It was risky at the best of times, and seemed downright lunatic the one time they’d had to run, or in Jack’s case swim, away from the local militia.
They were sitting together far enough away from the village that neither sound nor light gave away its existence. The night was waning though a very bright moon still shone illuminated the stretch of sand they’d claimed as theirs. Jack was still rubbing his cheek after slap number sixteen and fidgeted every so often bumping into Will.
“It’s hopeless, lad. I’ll never find someone,” Jack’s penchant for over dramatizing everything had only grown with each let down. He threw his hands in the air and flopped down in the sand like a babe having a tantrum. “S’not so bad being a fish really. It’s kinda pretty underneath the waves, and ye’d be surprised at how much dolphins have to say.”
“Oh, Jack, stop it right now!” He was getting extremely frustrated by Jack’s defeatist attitude and more then a little anxious at the way his insides twisted up every time he was around the merman, Will had Had Enough. “You’re just not trying! All you have to do is…”
“Oh, that’s rich!” Jack sat up straighter tucking his tail underneath and around him. “So the eunuch’s going to give me, me! Captain Jack Sparrow, advice on how to get women? I think ye’ll be understanding if I’m more then a little skeptical.”
“First, I am not a eunuch,” Will’s voice had slipped into hard steel at a volume which made Jack sit up and lean closer. “Secondly, from where I’m sitting, Jack, it doesn’t look like you’re the captain of much. Thirdly, yes, you do need all the help you can get, so figure it out and stop complaining!
“These women, Jack, they’re not like us,” Will quickly put his hand up to forestall the jeering he knew would be coming his way and quickly folded into a crossed leg sitting position close to Jack. “Elizabeth never told me what happened between the two of you on that island, but whatever it was certainly left an impression on her. These women aren’t like her either.”
Jack cocked his head to the side and pushed himself up out of the slouch he’d been falling into. “Nothing happened between me and your lass, Will. Have you been worrying about that all this time?”
“We’re not talking about that,” Will said quickly, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted to talk to Jack less about. Taking a deep breath and steeling himself, he grabbed Jack’s hand demonstrating what he was about to say. “These ladies, you’ve got to take them in hand, gaze into their eyes, and tell them how wonderful they are. It has to be all about them Jack, and none of your tomfoolery tales. They don’t want to know about Singapore, llamas, or they day Captain Jack Sparrow got his sea legs.”
They were close now, Will should have been used to the pirate’s proximity by now as Jack had absolutely no sense of personal space, but this time it was different. Maybe it was because Will himself had set them together, but as he toyed with Jack’s fingers and met his eyes, he couldn’t help but be thankful that those air headed girls hadn’t known what they were passing up.
“And just how, if you don’t mind my asking, did a blacksmith become so knowledgeable in the art of wooing?” Jack’s voice was low, a soft grumble barely heard against the lighter birdsong. “After all, if I remember correctly you didn’t have much luck with your own strumpet.”
“Oh, hang it all, Jack!” Will fairly exploded, throwing Jack’s hand away as his body sprang into motion jumping up and stalking away from the merman. “Why don’t you go find a she-whale to inflict your progeny on, and stop bothering the rest of us?”
The stricken look on Jack’s face immediately took away all of Will’s anger, leaving only tiredness and a sense of loss. Instantly he wanted to seize the words back, cram them into a dark place where they’d never see the light of day again. Instead, he quietly moved to sit next to the oddest man he’d ever met. He stared out into the surf, “Why don’t we just go back to Tortuga and find a girl there?”
“Hm, a pirate lass that would leave me as soon as it suit her better? No, that’s the whole point of this; I don’t want to be alone Will. This curse, it’s double edged, and both edges are aimed straight at my neck,” Jack’s eyes were empty, and it scared Will more then he’d ever been before, including cursed pirates and the many musket barrels that found their way to his head.
His arm moved of its own violation and came to rest around Jack’s shoulder causing him to look quickly at Will. “I’m sorry, Jack. I know you’re trying,” Will said sighing. It wasn’t fair of him to judge Jack so; he didn’t really have any idea what was going on inside that bead-bedecked head.
Jack merely shook his head, regarding Will with a new light in his eyes. He stroked his beard thoughtful for a time before saying, “You were right lad. I do need all the help I can get. I’ve been going about this thing all-wrong. Come with me.”
Jack broke into the peculiar hopping/crawling gait he used to get from water to land. First his arms swung out and his weight rested on them while his tail caught up. It was absurd looking in the highest degree, but Will had seen Jack in the water, and it seemed only fitting that such grace must be paid for elsewhere. Jack was to the very edge of the beach and continued not turning around until his tail was completely submerged.
“Out there?” Will was not at all happy about the thought of a midnight swim, even before he’d become so confused over Jack’s mixed signals. It seemed very intimate, joining Jack in an element which suited him so perfectly and Will not at all.
“Aye, trust me, luv. I’ll take care of ye. Haven’t I always?”
Will didn’t bother to answer that, merely shooting Jack a look that he had usually reserved only for Mr. Brown. He roughly pulled his loose formally white shirt over his head muttering about how catching madness was. Shoes and stockings quickly followed, and he dropped them together with his shirt far enough away from the spray of the waves so as not to be wet if he made it back. Before Jack, Will had always thought in terms of “when”, and now, he was incapable of anything but “if”.
The water was cold, but not so much as Will had feared, and the shifting sand felt good against his feet. He made it in to past his knees and was awfully tempted to just stand a while and grow used to the temperature, but one look at Jack’s face convinced him to bite the bullet before Jack bit him. A few more steps and then Will dived coming up a moment latter, sputtering with water cascading off every bit of him.
“That’s my lad! Now, just take my hand, and I’ll show ye things ye’ve never even imagined,” Jack winked holding out his hand to Will, and smiling as if there would be no tomorrow.
His teeth were chattering, and Will was far from reassured by Jack’s manner. He wrapped his arms around his midsection feeling the soft hair stand on end, “But I can’t swim as well as you.”
“It won’t matter, luv,” Jack moved closed, whatever energy going on under the water not visible from his chest up. He was right next to Will but his head lower and still he only held his hand out instead of grabbing as was his usual impulse. “Just trust me.”
Cautiously, Will brought his left hand up and placed it in Jack’s right. It felt comfortable, it felt right in a way Will had only experience at the forge or on his too short expedition at sea. He drew in a breath to tell Jack, but never got the chance as Jack gifted him another wink and then violently dived under the water dragging Will with him.
Panic seized him as the water crashed over his head and the darkness of seawater engulfed him. He tugged his hand trying with all his might, which was no match for Jack’s, to get away and break for the surface. Will’s free hand came up to clutch at his throat praying that he could hold his breath a little longer.
Jack, finally noticing his discomfort, stopped his headlong rush and turned back. His hair billowed all around in the currents of water and the bubbles that seemed to come from nowhere. He pulled Will close using his other arm to grab Will’s forearm and pull it away. His eyebrows scrunched together and his mouth opened allowing dozens of bubbles to escape. At once, Jack looked apologetic and shrugged letting go of Will and bringing a hand up to go through some obtuse hand gesture.
Will could feel himself slipping away, see the blackness creeping up on the edge of his vision, and was aching with the need to expel the air from his chest. He totally ignored the pirate until finally he couldn’t take it anymore, and with what he thought was his dieing moment, cursed Jack with everything he had. Unbelievably he lived another moment, and so he cursed Jack again, but by his third stolen moment, Will began to look around. He was still under the sea with Jack clutching him, but he wasn’t dead. He could breath underwater, felt warmth pulsating between him and the merman. Realizing, albeit belatedly, that he was safe under the water with Jack, he nodded at the pirate, but did not take back any of the curses.
He linked his hand with Jack more carefully, threading all their fingers together before he’d let himself be drug an inch further. Then Will felt confident enough to look around and only then noticed his eyes didn’t sting or feel pressure from the water at all. All across the sea floor the rocks were glowing, not a lot, but enough to see by. They seemed the most illuminated just when he and Jack were passing, and then dimmed again when they were through. They were wonderful colors even looked at through the blue filter of seawater. Bubbles continued to float at him, tickling his bare chest and getting lost through his hair.
Jack changed his grip holding one of Will’s hands while he hooked an arm around Will’s waist. Then with his newly free hand, Jack pointed into a clump of seaweed that exploded with life as they drew near. Fish of every color imaginable scattered in every direction, some getting close enough for Will to put a hand out and touch. His gaze was drawn upwards by one fish, and he saw they were so deep he could no longer see the top of the ocean.
Filled with dread and sure he would die without ever drawing real air again, Will moved closer to Jack. Trying to touch every spare inch of flesh. Jack looked at him concerned and held him tighter, gesturing at a stone formation just a little ways ahead of them. This close to Jack Will could feel the powerful swings of his tail that drove them through the ocean’s murky depths. Jack’s whole body was taut with tension; every little bit doing it’s best to make up for Will’s dead weight.
They were at the rocks in no time at all, and Jack began circling it, looking for something. Will saw a small hole at the bottom a second before Jack did, and then he was swimming them through it and into a tight passageway. They emerged in the end into a small cavern, and Will could see more twinkling of glowing rocks, this time much more brightly. They broke the surface in a small cavern with a small shelf at one end.
Jack’s head bobbed up a second after Will’s, all smiles and winking eyes. Will shoved him away roughly, and yelled, anger and fear welling up from the back of his throat, “Jack, you ass! You unbelievable, wretched, damned pirate! God, the first thing I’m going to do when I have solid ground beneath my feet again is beat you senseless!”
“What? What did I do this time?” Jack pulled his hair back away from his face, smoothing the mass into something that looked less like a blowfish.
Will deflated, like sails suddenly denied their wind, and sunk a little lower in the water causing Jack to once more swim over to rescue him with an arm about his waist. Looking up into the pirate’s suddenly too near face Will answered, “You might have told me I’d be able to breathe when I was underwater with you! I thought I was going to die.”
“Oh luv, I’m so sorry. I just thought ye’d know the legends about mer-persons,” Jack pulled Will closer still, bringing them chest to chest as he searched Will’s eyes. “I… I thought everybody knew about them.”
Will closed his eyes reveling in the intimacy of their position. He wasn’t mad anymore, how could he be when Jack had just shown him wonders that few men had ever witnessed? He put his arms around Jack’s shoulders and rested his chin on his arm, feeling their hearts beat together. He pulled back again a second later, embarrassed by his show of affection.
“Just do me a favor, and forget you ever called me a pirate. Then explain all the sea-things that you think I should obviously know,” Will smiled a bit, trying to show Jack he wasn’t upset anymore, but once again, Jack did the unexpected.
Jack kissed him. Not a peck on the cheek that could be explained away as brotherly, nor a peck on the mouth, which could be known as simply a bad idea. No, Jack kissed him as Will had never even kissed Elizabeth, with mouth full of passion and lust. Will’s mind simply ceased to function bringing him only confused sensations, heat, pain, and wetness.
Heat pulled at his lower stomach, sending him into a state he’d felt only a few times before. Unthinking, his hands lowered to the bottom of Jack’s shoulder blades pulling and deepening their kiss. Then he realized that was hardly proper behavior and wrenched his head away breaking contact and pushing away searching for room to think.
“No Jack! Stop. I love Elizabeth!” Will’s strangled cry echoed through the hollow and rang in his ears at the utter silence they created. Jack was looking at him, head tipped to the side studying him, as if Will was something completely new.
“Aye lad, ye do love her,” Jack spoke breathily, his chest heaving as he backed away relinquishing all of Will’s body but a hand. “Yet, ye also love me.”
Jack brought Will’s hand up and with more care then he’d ever shown before kissed the palm, then with exaggerated slowness brought it down and placed it on his chest over his heart. He moved his grip to Will’s wrist and trailed it down his body over his chest, around to the rib cage and side, down around the curve of a hip and ending at a thigh. A very hairy and human thigh Will noticed, his eyes widening in shock.
Jack leaned into Will again, his nude body radiating more heat then should be possible, and snuggled right up against Will’s ear whispering, “I’m bound to ye, lad, whether ye will it or no. But as for me, I’d ruther ye willed it.”
Breathing heavily, Will couldn’t even begin to understand where he’d taken the turn in his life that would have brought him to this moment. A moment spent in a cave at the bottom of the sea with a naked pirate captain in his arms. It was absurd, ridiculous and any moment he expected to wake up, home in his own bed at the back of the smithy.
“I don’t know,” Will felt the familiar hysteria working to break free again, and fought it as much as he could. “I don’t know. I can’t think, I can’t even breathe.” Then Will made his biggest mistake; he looked up and was caught in Jack’s bottomless eyes. He knew he’d lost even before Jack had opened his mouth to speak.
All trace of the ever-present mirth was gone from Jack’s expression. In the lighting of the cave he looked nothing but noble and able. His voice was rough, desperation having found a home in his throat, “Let me show ye. Give me the chance to make ye see. And then, then if ye’re absolutely sure that nothing can come of it I’ll leave. I’ll leave and never bother ye again.”
It was a pronouncement full of truth and emotion, and Will knew the pirate would mean it. He also knew that he wouldn’t want the pirate to mean it. Closing his eyes, he nodded; it was all he could do, not trusting to his ability to speak.
Will expected the kiss this time, and was able to let it fully happen. Lips just brushed his, Jack’s facial hair rough and abrasive contrasting with a gentleness Jack normally only let out when he knew no one was about. Jack’s hands, seeming immense from where Will stood in his own mind, tipped his head back, letting Jack get a better angle. Now the lips came down more forcefully, in constant motion and demanding participation from Will’s own.
Then there was tongue, and Will nearly put an end to it there, stiffening at the unwanted intrusion, but Jack backed away instantly moving his mouth down to Will’s neck, sucking and nibbling until Will was once again relaxed and clutching at Jack. Unfortunately, Will’s clutching brought him into contact with Jack’s lower half, and he quite easily felt Jack’s growing hardness against his thigh. Panic surged up again rushing through his throat only to be caught in Jack’s as he once again pushed a tongue in Will’s mouth.
This time Will let it be, anything was better then feeling the unwanted proof of Jack’s intensions. Jack’s tongue was strong and heavy and totally in charge as is explored Will’s mouth. A low moan came to Will’s ears, and suddenly he knew it had been his own. Another welled up ricocheting through his chest, as he brought he own tongue up to meet Jack’s.
The pirate grinned; Will could feel it through their joined mouths and the next time they broke for air took the initiative to fling his own tongue into Jack’s mouth. He could feel Jack’s surprise and then pleasure and it was the only thing that kept Will from retreating at once. Jack remained passive as Will used the opportunity to explore the different texture of Jack’s teeth, capped and not.
They were flush together again before Will knew it, and Will felt that Jack’s hardness had found an answering one as his hips rocked with a mind of their own against Jack’s body. His hand raked Jack’s back, searching for some kind of purchase, and they broke the kiss, Will groaning and Jack murmuring, “Oh William, my sweet, sweet William.”
Water swirled around them, as Jack carefully slid his hands down Will’s back, stroking and rubbing as he went. Then he went lower, sinking his fingers into Will’s buttocks forcing another moan from Will’s lips and he ground them together. Will clamped his mouth of the soft skin underneath Jack’s jaw line and held on from his life as Jack rocked them harder and faster. Pleasure built up, pressing behind his eyes, and exploded as he jerked twice and spent himself into the ocean.
Jack continued grinding a few moments more, the cords of his neck standing out before Will felt a new current shoot by him. Jack sagged down and this time it was Will supporting them as they each caught their breath.
“Well, you convinced me,” Will chuckled, the after affects of hyper hysteria and sex with Jack combining, to leave him in a mood strangely like one he’d never felt before. All at once he felt more powerful and more vulnerable then he ever had before.
Jack smiled pack, but it was gone in a second replaced by an expression of seriousness. He opened his mouth but hesitated before asking, “Will?”
“Aye?” Will answered, figuring this was the part where they shared their feelings and not sure how he felt about receiving the pirate’s undying affection.
“Will,” Jack’s eyes were an expanse, containing all the mysteries of the world and then some. He held up a single finger putting it in front of Will’s nose so close that Will had to cross his eyes to look at it. “I’m getting all pruny.”
Will’s eyes refocused on Jack’s face as he laughed the pirate’s antics. He moved in from another kiss, languidly trying to memorize every swell and curve. Will was suddenly struck by a thought, “Jack, I thought you said you had to find a woman?”
Shrugging, Jack twisted a bit of Will’s hair until it stood out from his head like Jack’s so often did and said, “Mer-people, they’re not really so big on gender discrimination. I think the sea king’s actual words might have been something closer to ‘mortal’ a term I’m happy to tell ye, fits ye perfect like.”
The pirate drew Will close again, kissing his neck and jaw line, forcing Will’s gaze to the ceiling. Fighting the response of simply melting away in Jack’s arms, he opened his mouth to speak again, “One more question, then I swear I’m done. How on earth are we supposed to get out of here?”
“Luv, you forget. I’m Captain Jack Sparrow!” Jack kissed him again pulling them both closer to the dry shelf of stone, ready to see all of his mate...
Several hours later, a pod of dolphins swam by on a fishing expedition, and Jack, finding he could still speak their language, asked for a ride to the surface. It was a talent he used the rest of his days as Captain, asking the playful creatures to scout out unsuspecting merchant ships, which he and his First Mate William Turner then plundered to their heart’s delight.
Title: A Matter of Fin-esse
Author: kissesago
Fandom: PotC
Disclaimer: Not mine, nope nothin’, not even the fins. No dolphins were harmed in the production of this fic.
Pairing: Jack/Will
Rating: R
Notes: Thanks go to Loza Teazer for a wonderful beta.
Summery: Jack gets cursed causing Will to ask the question “Jack, why do you have flippers?” Obviously, this should somehow lead to sex.
Will walked along the beach as had become his routine in the past months, kicking away stray rocks and paying no particular interest to anything. He faced East, toward a sky already darkening to purple in the late afternoon sunset. England was to the East, the Northeast, and Elizabeth was in England, taken there after barely a month had passed from their adventures. A ‘proper’ lady’s education was her purpose, and that could be found only at the point farthest away from pirates, and Will. He supposed he’d never see her again, not that it would be her fault, but so far away, Will knew Elizabeth would find ways to entertain herself, most likely outings with another man.
He sat down in the sand, far enough away from the water to be a trifle damp, but not quite moist, and folded his long legs up, wrapping his arms around them. The shop was still keeping him and the donkey fed, but was not flourishing as it had been. Sometimes he caught the townspeople crossing themselves when they thought he couldn’t see them. He’d overheard that some held the belief he’d curse their blades just from spite at being stuck on land. A pirate curse, Will rolled his eyes every time the thought came to him, if they’d ever met a pirate they’d know what utter rubbish it was.
The pirates on the Black Pearl couldn’t have cursed themselves into a new pair of shoes, let alone anyone else out of theirs. But Will didn’t like to think about that, regrets had never had a place in his life, and piracy was a path definitely not taken. When the full moon came he dreamed of life aboard the Pearl with Gibbs, Ana Maria, and Jack, freedom and salt permanent fixtures in his mouth. On nights of the new moon he dreamed just of Jack. Jack’s eyes, his smile, the outline of his body, and Will awoke sweating and gasping for breath though he could never remember why.
“Will!” a harsh whisper heard just above the sounds of the waves broke him out of his contemplations. The beach had been empty when he sat, and he thought the voice came from somewhere behind him and vaguely to the left.
“Who is it? What do you want?” Will called turning in circles to try and locate the voice. He missed the comforting weight of a sword by his side, but had stopped wearing it when he was afraid of scaring off all his customers.
“Will,” the whisper came again and this time Will thought he knew where it was coming from and unbelievably he had a thought as to who it was. He squinted, more just of the need to do something then from an inability to see, as an unfamiliar sensation settled in the pit of his stomach.
Turning, he faced a medium sized outcropping of rocks that wasn’t too far away from where the surf lapped up the beach. The sun was all but gone now; a last blazing streak of orange lit the beach on fire. “Jack? Jack, is that you?” he asked cautiously stalking up to the boulders.
“Aye, it’s me, but don’t …” Jack’s voice was full of urgency and it spurred Will into hurrying just a bit more.
Will rounded the rocks, one hand out to steady himself and his neck craned as he peered, eyes looking to find Jack’s. And they fell, eyes sweeping down, dropping lower and lower before they stopped on the most unlikely sight to be seen on god’s green earth. Laughter rampaged through his body and before he knew it tears were leaking out his eyes and he was doubled over struggling for breath.
“… come ‘round here,” Jack finished lamely, his fingers tangling in a bit of cloth as he looked away into the sea, unable to meet Will’s laughing gaze.
Jack sat pressed up against the boulder, naked to the waist and just as Will remembered him from brief glances on board the ships. It was only when his gaze kept traveling, that Will was overcome with mirth. Instead of a pair of fine strong legs, Captain Jack Sparrow now sported a tail. A tail made of shiny green scales that overlapped and were broken only by protrusions of some kind of webbed material.
Doing his best to choke back his hysteria, Will sat facing the rocks and a rather irritated looking pirate. “Jack, why do you have flippers?” he asked thinking for a moment he could keep his face straight, but it was no good. Will burst out laughing again, only slightly shocked at his lack of control, but willing to let the pirate take the brunt of it this time. It wasn’t as if Will didn’t owe him a jab or two.
“Fins, boy!” Jack growled, his ‘fins’ flipping, like a cat’s tail betraying his state of mind. “They’re called fins, thought ye were pirate enough to know that.” He was sullen in a way Will had never seen him act before, unease plain to see in his posture and lack of- flair.
“Fine, Jack. Why do you have fins?” Will was more concerned now, and yet couldn’t quite keep the smirk off his face, even though he knew it wasn’t helping anything. He had to admit, the tail was rather fetching on Jack, with strong lines and the muscles standing out at attention.
Jack sighed and his green tail flipped again, sending sand flying everywhere. “I was scoutin’ a cove, trying t’see if it’d be a good place to let me crew take a walkabout. Fresh water and all that. Then I see this girl, and she’s a beauty, mate. Turns out she’s a mermaid, but ol’ Jack’s never been accused of being picky. So, all by me onesies I go to her and pour out the charm, just so happened her father showed up in the middle. Her father—the King of the Sea—and so I got cursed.”
“Oh, god, Jack! Is it permanent?” Will brushed the sand from his shirt, his fingers of their own violation reaching out to touch Jack before he jerked them back. It was one thing to laugh at the trouble Jack got himself in, but totally different if it actually hurt him.
“It’s worse then that!” here Jack cried and then paused speaking though he continued to gesture as if the words were just too terrible to say. “I’ve got to find a woman to fall in love with me and stay faithful to her for the rest of me life. Otherwise, poof! I’m shark bait again.”
This was the closest Will had seen of Jack acting like his old disreputably loud self, but his voice and eyes were laced with an hysteria that made Will’s earlier laughing fit pale in comparison. Now Will did reach out, put a hand on Jack’s shoulder and found the skin there to be just a shade away from cold. Will frowned and moved, twisting on the sand until he and Jack were shoulder to shoulder, giving each of them something real to feel.
“Ah, come on, Jack!” Will’s jovial tone was forced and grated on even his ears. “It can’t be too hard, what with your charm and dashing good looks. I’ll bet it won’t take us anytime at all to find a woman for you.”
“Well now, that’s where you come in, savvy?” Quick as lightening, Jack’s old grin was back, his gold teeth flashing in the weak moonlight. Will knew that grin could only mean trouble for at least one of them and he knew which Jack preferred, but he’d walked right into this one. Besides, the thought of leaving his home yet again didn’t cause a thought of anxiety. It didn’t seem to him that he had much else to lose.
Nodding at the appropriate times as Jack outlined his plan, Will was trying very hard to add up the night’s odd events. The very fact that Jack was actually letting him in on the plan said that something in their relationship had changed. Then there was Jack’s physical change to deal with. If there was any man more suited to being a merman, Will had never known him. The former pirate’s new ease manifested itself throughout his body, and Will found himself staring at Jack’s exotic lower half with an intensity that bordered obsession.
“Jack?” Will said, interrupting and throwing the other man completely off his speech. “May I… I mean, could I, could I touch it?” He knew he was being ridiculous, sounded ridiculous, but he couldn’t help himself. The scales sparkled like so many gemstones in the night air, and his was need almost like that for air to be allowed to touch them.
“Can you?” Jack’s hands stretched over the part of tail, which would have been his thighs. He contemplated the question for so long that Will had nearly made up his mind to take it back. “Aye, mate, if you want too.”
Will smiled and moved to where he was kneeling at Jack’s side, reaching out with his fingers to lightly brush the scales. Jack didn’t explode or anything, so Will took it as a good sign and let his hands rest heavily on top of where Jack’s knees would be. The scales were even cooler then Jack’s skin, and Will felt a shiver of some unknowable emotion go through his body. Motion was next, his body knew, even if his brain had collapsed under the strain, and his hands began moving, in circles one moment, and then petting the next.
The tail was wondrously smooth, like nothing he’d ever felt before with no hard edges or anything to catch his fingers on at all. This close, he could see how harmoniously the tail and man fit together. The closer they came to his waist, the scales grew smaller and lighter, blending together until they melted into human flesh. Will ran a finger along the edge, delighting in the shifting sensations between fish and man.
Suddenly, he heard Jack hiss and his hands were caught up and held in Jack’s rougher ones. Jack’s face was an odd sight in the half-light, and Will didn’t really know what he was seeing. It seemed to be twisted up in pain, but nothing else in Jack’s body language would lead him to that conclusion. His hands were still caught up in Jack’s who was rubbing in between Will’s knuckles that attached finger to palm.
“That’ll be enough of that now lad,” Jack said letting Will’s hands go in a somewhat reluctant fashion. “I hate to ask ye, take ye away from your bonnie lass and all, but …”
“She’s gone,” Will said quietly, understanding that this time he finally meant it and added another item to the list of things Jack had helped him with.
“What?”
“She’s left, back to England.” Even he had finally admitted it to himself, it didn’t make acknowledgement of the truth any easer to bear, or the bonds around his chest any less tight. “I think, I feel, that I’m done here. There’s nothing left for me in Port Royal, but even if there were, Jack, how could I call myself your friend and then not help you when you needed me most?”
Jack toyed with the bits and bobs in his hair, then apparently decided to take Will at his word, laid a hand on his knee and said, “So, I can take that to mean ye wouldn’t be minding a bit of relocating?”
Sixteen slaps and three townships later, Will was no longer so certain of Jack’s chances of ever getting the curse broken. They’d come up with a tidy little plot between the two of them; Will would lure young single women to the beach where Jack would try to woo them with mysterious eyes and a tragic past. Unfortunately, no one had told the women they were supposed to fall head over heels for the pirate. It was risky at the best of times, and seemed downright lunatic the one time they’d had to run, or in Jack’s case swim, away from the local militia.
They were sitting together far enough away from the village that neither sound nor light gave away its existence. The night was waning though a very bright moon still shone illuminated the stretch of sand they’d claimed as theirs. Jack was still rubbing his cheek after slap number sixteen and fidgeted every so often bumping into Will.
“It’s hopeless, lad. I’ll never find someone,” Jack’s penchant for over dramatizing everything had only grown with each let down. He threw his hands in the air and flopped down in the sand like a babe having a tantrum. “S’not so bad being a fish really. It’s kinda pretty underneath the waves, and ye’d be surprised at how much dolphins have to say.”
“Oh, Jack, stop it right now!” He was getting extremely frustrated by Jack’s defeatist attitude and more then a little anxious at the way his insides twisted up every time he was around the merman, Will had Had Enough. “You’re just not trying! All you have to do is…”
“Oh, that’s rich!” Jack sat up straighter tucking his tail underneath and around him. “So the eunuch’s going to give me, me! Captain Jack Sparrow, advice on how to get women? I think ye’ll be understanding if I’m more then a little skeptical.”
“First, I am not a eunuch,” Will’s voice had slipped into hard steel at a volume which made Jack sit up and lean closer. “Secondly, from where I’m sitting, Jack, it doesn’t look like you’re the captain of much. Thirdly, yes, you do need all the help you can get, so figure it out and stop complaining!
“These women, Jack, they’re not like us,” Will quickly put his hand up to forestall the jeering he knew would be coming his way and quickly folded into a crossed leg sitting position close to Jack. “Elizabeth never told me what happened between the two of you on that island, but whatever it was certainly left an impression on her. These women aren’t like her either.”
Jack cocked his head to the side and pushed himself up out of the slouch he’d been falling into. “Nothing happened between me and your lass, Will. Have you been worrying about that all this time?”
“We’re not talking about that,” Will said quickly, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted to talk to Jack less about. Taking a deep breath and steeling himself, he grabbed Jack’s hand demonstrating what he was about to say. “These ladies, you’ve got to take them in hand, gaze into their eyes, and tell them how wonderful they are. It has to be all about them Jack, and none of your tomfoolery tales. They don’t want to know about Singapore, llamas, or they day Captain Jack Sparrow got his sea legs.”
They were close now, Will should have been used to the pirate’s proximity by now as Jack had absolutely no sense of personal space, but this time it was different. Maybe it was because Will himself had set them together, but as he toyed with Jack’s fingers and met his eyes, he couldn’t help but be thankful that those air headed girls hadn’t known what they were passing up.
“And just how, if you don’t mind my asking, did a blacksmith become so knowledgeable in the art of wooing?” Jack’s voice was low, a soft grumble barely heard against the lighter birdsong. “After all, if I remember correctly you didn’t have much luck with your own strumpet.”
“Oh, hang it all, Jack!” Will fairly exploded, throwing Jack’s hand away as his body sprang into motion jumping up and stalking away from the merman. “Why don’t you go find a she-whale to inflict your progeny on, and stop bothering the rest of us?”
The stricken look on Jack’s face immediately took away all of Will’s anger, leaving only tiredness and a sense of loss. Instantly he wanted to seize the words back, cram them into a dark place where they’d never see the light of day again. Instead, he quietly moved to sit next to the oddest man he’d ever met. He stared out into the surf, “Why don’t we just go back to Tortuga and find a girl there?”
“Hm, a pirate lass that would leave me as soon as it suit her better? No, that’s the whole point of this; I don’t want to be alone Will. This curse, it’s double edged, and both edges are aimed straight at my neck,” Jack’s eyes were empty, and it scared Will more then he’d ever been before, including cursed pirates and the many musket barrels that found their way to his head.
His arm moved of its own violation and came to rest around Jack’s shoulder causing him to look quickly at Will. “I’m sorry, Jack. I know you’re trying,” Will said sighing. It wasn’t fair of him to judge Jack so; he didn’t really have any idea what was going on inside that bead-bedecked head.
Jack merely shook his head, regarding Will with a new light in his eyes. He stroked his beard thoughtful for a time before saying, “You were right lad. I do need all the help I can get. I’ve been going about this thing all-wrong. Come with me.”
Jack broke into the peculiar hopping/crawling gait he used to get from water to land. First his arms swung out and his weight rested on them while his tail caught up. It was absurd looking in the highest degree, but Will had seen Jack in the water, and it seemed only fitting that such grace must be paid for elsewhere. Jack was to the very edge of the beach and continued not turning around until his tail was completely submerged.
“Out there?” Will was not at all happy about the thought of a midnight swim, even before he’d become so confused over Jack’s mixed signals. It seemed very intimate, joining Jack in an element which suited him so perfectly and Will not at all.
“Aye, trust me, luv. I’ll take care of ye. Haven’t I always?”
Will didn’t bother to answer that, merely shooting Jack a look that he had usually reserved only for Mr. Brown. He roughly pulled his loose formally white shirt over his head muttering about how catching madness was. Shoes and stockings quickly followed, and he dropped them together with his shirt far enough away from the spray of the waves so as not to be wet if he made it back. Before Jack, Will had always thought in terms of “when”, and now, he was incapable of anything but “if”.
The water was cold, but not so much as Will had feared, and the shifting sand felt good against his feet. He made it in to past his knees and was awfully tempted to just stand a while and grow used to the temperature, but one look at Jack’s face convinced him to bite the bullet before Jack bit him. A few more steps and then Will dived coming up a moment latter, sputtering with water cascading off every bit of him.
“That’s my lad! Now, just take my hand, and I’ll show ye things ye’ve never even imagined,” Jack winked holding out his hand to Will, and smiling as if there would be no tomorrow.
His teeth were chattering, and Will was far from reassured by Jack’s manner. He wrapped his arms around his midsection feeling the soft hair stand on end, “But I can’t swim as well as you.”
“It won’t matter, luv,” Jack moved closed, whatever energy going on under the water not visible from his chest up. He was right next to Will but his head lower and still he only held his hand out instead of grabbing as was his usual impulse. “Just trust me.”
Cautiously, Will brought his left hand up and placed it in Jack’s right. It felt comfortable, it felt right in a way Will had only experience at the forge or on his too short expedition at sea. He drew in a breath to tell Jack, but never got the chance as Jack gifted him another wink and then violently dived under the water dragging Will with him.
Panic seized him as the water crashed over his head and the darkness of seawater engulfed him. He tugged his hand trying with all his might, which was no match for Jack’s, to get away and break for the surface. Will’s free hand came up to clutch at his throat praying that he could hold his breath a little longer.
Jack, finally noticing his discomfort, stopped his headlong rush and turned back. His hair billowed all around in the currents of water and the bubbles that seemed to come from nowhere. He pulled Will close using his other arm to grab Will’s forearm and pull it away. His eyebrows scrunched together and his mouth opened allowing dozens of bubbles to escape. At once, Jack looked apologetic and shrugged letting go of Will and bringing a hand up to go through some obtuse hand gesture.
Will could feel himself slipping away, see the blackness creeping up on the edge of his vision, and was aching with the need to expel the air from his chest. He totally ignored the pirate until finally he couldn’t take it anymore, and with what he thought was his dieing moment, cursed Jack with everything he had. Unbelievably he lived another moment, and so he cursed Jack again, but by his third stolen moment, Will began to look around. He was still under the sea with Jack clutching him, but he wasn’t dead. He could breath underwater, felt warmth pulsating between him and the merman. Realizing, albeit belatedly, that he was safe under the water with Jack, he nodded at the pirate, but did not take back any of the curses.
He linked his hand with Jack more carefully, threading all their fingers together before he’d let himself be drug an inch further. Then Will felt confident enough to look around and only then noticed his eyes didn’t sting or feel pressure from the water at all. All across the sea floor the rocks were glowing, not a lot, but enough to see by. They seemed the most illuminated just when he and Jack were passing, and then dimmed again when they were through. They were wonderful colors even looked at through the blue filter of seawater. Bubbles continued to float at him, tickling his bare chest and getting lost through his hair.
Jack changed his grip holding one of Will’s hands while he hooked an arm around Will’s waist. Then with his newly free hand, Jack pointed into a clump of seaweed that exploded with life as they drew near. Fish of every color imaginable scattered in every direction, some getting close enough for Will to put a hand out and touch. His gaze was drawn upwards by one fish, and he saw they were so deep he could no longer see the top of the ocean.
Filled with dread and sure he would die without ever drawing real air again, Will moved closer to Jack. Trying to touch every spare inch of flesh. Jack looked at him concerned and held him tighter, gesturing at a stone formation just a little ways ahead of them. This close to Jack Will could feel the powerful swings of his tail that drove them through the ocean’s murky depths. Jack’s whole body was taut with tension; every little bit doing it’s best to make up for Will’s dead weight.
They were at the rocks in no time at all, and Jack began circling it, looking for something. Will saw a small hole at the bottom a second before Jack did, and then he was swimming them through it and into a tight passageway. They emerged in the end into a small cavern, and Will could see more twinkling of glowing rocks, this time much more brightly. They broke the surface in a small cavern with a small shelf at one end.
Jack’s head bobbed up a second after Will’s, all smiles and winking eyes. Will shoved him away roughly, and yelled, anger and fear welling up from the back of his throat, “Jack, you ass! You unbelievable, wretched, damned pirate! God, the first thing I’m going to do when I have solid ground beneath my feet again is beat you senseless!”
“What? What did I do this time?” Jack pulled his hair back away from his face, smoothing the mass into something that looked less like a blowfish.
Will deflated, like sails suddenly denied their wind, and sunk a little lower in the water causing Jack to once more swim over to rescue him with an arm about his waist. Looking up into the pirate’s suddenly too near face Will answered, “You might have told me I’d be able to breathe when I was underwater with you! I thought I was going to die.”
“Oh luv, I’m so sorry. I just thought ye’d know the legends about mer-persons,” Jack pulled Will closer still, bringing them chest to chest as he searched Will’s eyes. “I… I thought everybody knew about them.”
Will closed his eyes reveling in the intimacy of their position. He wasn’t mad anymore, how could he be when Jack had just shown him wonders that few men had ever witnessed? He put his arms around Jack’s shoulders and rested his chin on his arm, feeling their hearts beat together. He pulled back again a second later, embarrassed by his show of affection.
“Just do me a favor, and forget you ever called me a pirate. Then explain all the sea-things that you think I should obviously know,” Will smiled a bit, trying to show Jack he wasn’t upset anymore, but once again, Jack did the unexpected.
Jack kissed him. Not a peck on the cheek that could be explained away as brotherly, nor a peck on the mouth, which could be known as simply a bad idea. No, Jack kissed him as Will had never even kissed Elizabeth, with mouth full of passion and lust. Will’s mind simply ceased to function bringing him only confused sensations, heat, pain, and wetness.
Heat pulled at his lower stomach, sending him into a state he’d felt only a few times before. Unthinking, his hands lowered to the bottom of Jack’s shoulder blades pulling and deepening their kiss. Then he realized that was hardly proper behavior and wrenched his head away breaking contact and pushing away searching for room to think.
“No Jack! Stop. I love Elizabeth!” Will’s strangled cry echoed through the hollow and rang in his ears at the utter silence they created. Jack was looking at him, head tipped to the side studying him, as if Will was something completely new.
“Aye lad, ye do love her,” Jack spoke breathily, his chest heaving as he backed away relinquishing all of Will’s body but a hand. “Yet, ye also love me.”
Jack brought Will’s hand up and with more care then he’d ever shown before kissed the palm, then with exaggerated slowness brought it down and placed it on his chest over his heart. He moved his grip to Will’s wrist and trailed it down his body over his chest, around to the rib cage and side, down around the curve of a hip and ending at a thigh. A very hairy and human thigh Will noticed, his eyes widening in shock.
Jack leaned into Will again, his nude body radiating more heat then should be possible, and snuggled right up against Will’s ear whispering, “I’m bound to ye, lad, whether ye will it or no. But as for me, I’d ruther ye willed it.”
Breathing heavily, Will couldn’t even begin to understand where he’d taken the turn in his life that would have brought him to this moment. A moment spent in a cave at the bottom of the sea with a naked pirate captain in his arms. It was absurd, ridiculous and any moment he expected to wake up, home in his own bed at the back of the smithy.
“I don’t know,” Will felt the familiar hysteria working to break free again, and fought it as much as he could. “I don’t know. I can’t think, I can’t even breathe.” Then Will made his biggest mistake; he looked up and was caught in Jack’s bottomless eyes. He knew he’d lost even before Jack had opened his mouth to speak.
All trace of the ever-present mirth was gone from Jack’s expression. In the lighting of the cave he looked nothing but noble and able. His voice was rough, desperation having found a home in his throat, “Let me show ye. Give me the chance to make ye see. And then, then if ye’re absolutely sure that nothing can come of it I’ll leave. I’ll leave and never bother ye again.”
It was a pronouncement full of truth and emotion, and Will knew the pirate would mean it. He also knew that he wouldn’t want the pirate to mean it. Closing his eyes, he nodded; it was all he could do, not trusting to his ability to speak.
Will expected the kiss this time, and was able to let it fully happen. Lips just brushed his, Jack’s facial hair rough and abrasive contrasting with a gentleness Jack normally only let out when he knew no one was about. Jack’s hands, seeming immense from where Will stood in his own mind, tipped his head back, letting Jack get a better angle. Now the lips came down more forcefully, in constant motion and demanding participation from Will’s own.
Then there was tongue, and Will nearly put an end to it there, stiffening at the unwanted intrusion, but Jack backed away instantly moving his mouth down to Will’s neck, sucking and nibbling until Will was once again relaxed and clutching at Jack. Unfortunately, Will’s clutching brought him into contact with Jack’s lower half, and he quite easily felt Jack’s growing hardness against his thigh. Panic surged up again rushing through his throat only to be caught in Jack’s as he once again pushed a tongue in Will’s mouth.
This time Will let it be, anything was better then feeling the unwanted proof of Jack’s intensions. Jack’s tongue was strong and heavy and totally in charge as is explored Will’s mouth. A low moan came to Will’s ears, and suddenly he knew it had been his own. Another welled up ricocheting through his chest, as he brought he own tongue up to meet Jack’s.
The pirate grinned; Will could feel it through their joined mouths and the next time they broke for air took the initiative to fling his own tongue into Jack’s mouth. He could feel Jack’s surprise and then pleasure and it was the only thing that kept Will from retreating at once. Jack remained passive as Will used the opportunity to explore the different texture of Jack’s teeth, capped and not.
They were flush together again before Will knew it, and Will felt that Jack’s hardness had found an answering one as his hips rocked with a mind of their own against Jack’s body. His hand raked Jack’s back, searching for some kind of purchase, and they broke the kiss, Will groaning and Jack murmuring, “Oh William, my sweet, sweet William.”
Water swirled around them, as Jack carefully slid his hands down Will’s back, stroking and rubbing as he went. Then he went lower, sinking his fingers into Will’s buttocks forcing another moan from Will’s lips and he ground them together. Will clamped his mouth of the soft skin underneath Jack’s jaw line and held on from his life as Jack rocked them harder and faster. Pleasure built up, pressing behind his eyes, and exploded as he jerked twice and spent himself into the ocean.
Jack continued grinding a few moments more, the cords of his neck standing out before Will felt a new current shoot by him. Jack sagged down and this time it was Will supporting them as they each caught their breath.
“Well, you convinced me,” Will chuckled, the after affects of hyper hysteria and sex with Jack combining, to leave him in a mood strangely like one he’d never felt before. All at once he felt more powerful and more vulnerable then he ever had before.
Jack smiled pack, but it was gone in a second replaced by an expression of seriousness. He opened his mouth but hesitated before asking, “Will?”
“Aye?” Will answered, figuring this was the part where they shared their feelings and not sure how he felt about receiving the pirate’s undying affection.
“Will,” Jack’s eyes were an expanse, containing all the mysteries of the world and then some. He held up a single finger putting it in front of Will’s nose so close that Will had to cross his eyes to look at it. “I’m getting all pruny.”
Will’s eyes refocused on Jack’s face as he laughed the pirate’s antics. He moved in from another kiss, languidly trying to memorize every swell and curve. Will was suddenly struck by a thought, “Jack, I thought you said you had to find a woman?”
Shrugging, Jack twisted a bit of Will’s hair until it stood out from his head like Jack’s so often did and said, “Mer-people, they’re not really so big on gender discrimination. I think the sea king’s actual words might have been something closer to ‘mortal’ a term I’m happy to tell ye, fits ye perfect like.”
The pirate drew Will close again, kissing his neck and jaw line, forcing Will’s gaze to the ceiling. Fighting the response of simply melting away in Jack’s arms, he opened his mouth to speak again, “One more question, then I swear I’m done. How on earth are we supposed to get out of here?”
“Luv, you forget. I’m Captain Jack Sparrow!” Jack kissed him again pulling them both closer to the dry shelf of stone, ready to see all of his mate...
Several hours later, a pod of dolphins swam by on a fishing expedition, and Jack, finding he could still speak their language, asked for a ride to the surface. It was a talent he used the rest of his days as Captain, asking the playful creatures to scout out unsuspecting merchant ships, which he and his First Mate William Turner then plundered to their heart’s delight.
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Date: 2004-07-01 05:31 pm (UTC)What a cute story! And I enjoyed the dialogue and emotion packed into it, too.
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