Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: changeling@planetx.org

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: Jack/Will, Jack/Bootstrap

Summary: Sharing Jack is not always an easy thing. 

Archive: Parley, all others please ask.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: Some angst. 

Disclaimer: The characters within are the property of Disney.  The author does not own, and is not making a profit off of their depiction here. 

Author´s Notes: Sequel to "Debts of Blood" and the last installment in the "Intercepted" arc.  As always, many thanks to Elizabeth for her help. 

Originally posted Dec.  11, 2003

Will looked over the rail of the Pearl´s bow, watching the sunlight glinting on the ocean. The ship was loaded down with the treasure from the Isla de Muerta, and the crew was happily celebrating their good fortune with copious amounts of rum. 

Elizabeth walked up to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "You should join them," she said softly. "You´ve earned a rest after everything that´s happened." 

He shook his head. Despite his words after Ketch had been escorted away, he didn´t feel comfortable joining in the celebration. 

She replied, "If you´re worried about our safety, I´m keeping a watch on everything. Go and enjoy yourself." 

"No," Will said, looking over to watch Jack and his father. Jack was sprawled across Bootstrap´s lap, head tipped back decadently as the elder Turner poured rum into his open mouth. 

"They´ve been apart for 10 years. Let them have some time together," he said, feeling his heart ache. 

Bootstrap suddenly started a bawdy, loud song, which all of the Pearl´s crew joined in on. After several stirring phrases, he downed the rest of his mug in one swallow, before leaning down to kiss Jack heartily on the lips. 

Will turned away, feeling uncomfortable with the love and lust he saw shining in Jack´s eyes. 

Elizabeth said, "Don´t be too bloody noble, Will, you´ll only suffer for it." 

"They´ve suffered more than I have." 

"But that´s no reason to torture yourself like this," she looked at him. "Will, you also have Jack´s feelings to consider." 

Bootstrap suddenly hoisted Jack over his shoulder, grinning madly as he slapped his lover´s rump. 

Jack slurred loudly, "Thatsh mutiny, William! How dare ye manhandle me like this!" 

"Can´t have mutiny since Miss Swann hasn´t given ye the Pearl back yet. And stop lying, ye love it when I touch you," he said, pinching Jack´s arse for emphasis. Jack cursed, but Will noticed the eager wriggle in his hips. 

"Show him some manners!"  Anamaria yelled drunkenly. 

"Aye!"  Bootstrap replied. "We´ll be taking our leave now for a good long swiving! And don´t ye dare listen to us, ye dirty bastards!"  The crew cheered as he stumbled off to the Captain´s quarters, carrying Jack like a sack of potatoes. 

"Have fun, ye two! I hope that neither of ye will be as loud as young Turner," Gibbs said, before he and the crew dissolved into boisterous laughter. 

Will turned bright crimson. "I think Jack is doing just fine," he said sadly. 

***

Will tentatively made his way back to the First Mate´s cabin. It had been hours since Jack and Bootstrap had disappeared, and he hoped that they were sated for the night. The rest of the Pearl´s crew had spent the entire night drinking, and the last of them had finally staggered down below. 

He didn´t hear any noise as he entered the room, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Stripping his clothes and his undergarments off, he settled down into the bed to sleep. 

As he was drifting off, he suddenly heard Jack´s voice through the wall. "Oh, William...yes!"  the last syllable faded off into a moan. 

Will was immediately shocked awake. He had never heard Jack sounding so wanton before. The soft cries continued, and Will bit his lip, uncertain about what to do. 

"William, please...stop teasing...take me," Jack whimpered, his voice full of need. 

Frozen in place, Will tried to force himself to move, to give the couple some privacy, but his muscles wouldn´t respond. "Harder, Mother of God...yes...ohhhh..." He really, honestly, wanted to cover his ears, but something held him still. As the pleading cries continued, Will was alarmed to feel a stirring in his groin. 

"No!"  he whispered to himself, disgusted at his body´s reaction. Jack´s moans increased, and a rhythmic thumping against the wall accompanied the lusty sounds. The thumping was familiar, almost as if...his eyes widened in disbelief. 

"That position´s not possible, is it?"  Will said quietly, feeling himself flush with embarrassment. 

The moans and the thumping on the other side of the wall were gaining in volume, and Will couldn´t tear himself away. He started imagining Jack´s face as he cried out, his eyes turning black as he surrendered to his passion, lips parted, and his braids swirling about his face as he tossed his head from side to side. He felt himself harden further, and he knew that he needed to get away before he shamed himself. He hastily threw on his clothes and ran as fast as he could for the deck, breathing a sigh of relief once the cold air stung his face. 

Elizabeth was still there, manning the wheel. "I thought you were retiring for the night," she said. 

Will blushed. "I was...but..." He became tongue tied, unable to elucidate on what was bothering him. 

Elizabeth smiled gently. "Who knew Jack could scream loud enough to wake the dead?" 

"H-h-how...?"  Will couldn´t even complete his sentence. 

She grinned. "It´s pretty bloody obvious."  A loud wail split the air. "You see?"  she said, amused. 

Will felt his breeches growing tighter. "Um, I need to inspect the rigging, call out if you need me," he said hastily. Elizabeth nodded, and Will dashed off, praying that the throbbing in his groin would cease. 

As luck would have it, the cries continued well into the night, frustrating Will beyond all comprehension. When dawn broke, he was miserable. Every movement rubbed his hard erection against his breeches, and he couldn´t stop replaying the noises he heard. He didn´t dare relieve his misery because that would acknowledge that he was attracted to the idea of Jack and...no, he didn´t dare voice it, even now. Once again, he cursed Jack for making his life difficult. 

As if on cue, Jack sashayed out, a wide grin plastered on his face, his tanned skin glowing. "I´ll take the wheel, Captain Swann," he said cheekily. 

"Jack Sparrow, I am relinquishing my rank," Elizabeth said. "The Black Pearl is yours now." 

Jack smiled broadly and crushed Elizabeth to him in a hug. "Thank you, luv. Now, get some rest." 

Elizabeth winked at him. "I would think you´d be the one needing sleep. You were up all night. Or rather, Mr. Turner was up all night." 

Jack beamed. "Aye, that he was. And he´s all mine."  He whistled happily as he took the wheel, smiling again when he spotted Will in the distance. Elizabeth had gone below deck, and the two of them were alone. 

"Will, luv!"  he bellowed, "Come ´ere and give us a kiss." 

Shyly, Will strolled over to Jack´s side, and he brushed his lips chastely against a tanned cheek. He tried to scurry away afterward, but Jack grabbed his shoulder. 

"Will, do I look like yer mother?"  Jack asked. 

"Um...no," Will said, blushing. 

"Then give me a proper kiss," Jack purred. 

Tentatively, Will leaned in, noticing that Jack´s scent was different. There was an overlay of a smell that was somewhat familiar, almost like his own, but not quite. Images scattered through his head, and Will pushed them out, annoyed with himself. 

Jack´s tongue lapped at his mouth, and he parted his lips on reflex. He initially tensed up, but he breathed a sigh of relief as his tongue slid along Jack´s, and tasted the usual mix of rum and spices. He felt Jack´s fingers tangling in his hair and felt the lean body pressing into him. 

"My, my, someone is hot-blooded this morning," Jack said throatily, reaching down to cup Will´s erection. Will tried to jerk away, but his traitorous body resisted, bucking forward into Jack´s hand. A small, needy whimper escaped his lips. 

He felt Jack´s fingers unlacing his breeches, and the cold air temporarily cut through the haze he was in. 

"Jack, don´t," he protested weakly, putting his hands against the slim chest. 

"Shh...it´s all right, everyone´s passed out," Jack murmured. His hand closed around Will´s shaft, eliciting another soft cry. Jack pressed tiny kisses along Will´s jaw. "Just feel, luv, everythin´ will be fine." 

A tiny voice inside Will´s head complained that it wasn´t fine, but it was soon drowned out by his unfulfilled lust. He thrust his swollen flesh into the tunnel of Jack´s hand, his breath coming out in short, shallow pants. 

"That´s it," Jack said soothingly, "just let that sweet body of yours speak for you."  Will moaned, shuddering as he felt Jack latching onto the sensitive spot on the side of his neck. His knees buckled, and he leaned forward against Jack, unable to stand on his own. 

"Jack," Will said helplessly, "Please..."

Jack hand tugged on his organ, smearing the copious moisture around with his thumb. Will mewled, and Jack´s hand sped up, setting a fast pace, sending shocks through Will´s body. He couldn´t stop himself, and he threw his head back, his eyes fluttering as Jack´s hand brought him closer to climax. 

"So beautiful," Jack murmured. "Wish I could swive you here, and watch those muscles of yers ripple as I pound into your delicious arse. Yer always so tight, Will, so wonderfully velvety and hot inside..."

The sinful words tipped Will over the edge. He gasped and arched up, his body shuddering as pearly liquid spilled over Jack´s hand. 

Jack continued to milk Will´s shaft until he had no more to give. "Will, open yer eyes," he purred. Still feeling drained, Will complied, and he felt a tingle in his body as he watched Jack slowly lick his hand clean. 

Once the last drop had been sucked off, Jack said, "Feel better?" 

Will turned crimson. He fastened his breeches and said tightly, "No, not really,"  before he retreated to the First Mate´s cabin, leaving a puzzled Jack in his wake. 

As the door slammed behind him, Will threw himself onto his bed, torturing himself by replaying the recent events in his head. And each time he did it, he felt wicked, guilty; and very, very confused. 

part 2
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