Author: Lostiawen

E-mail: changeling@planetx.org

Rated: NC-17

Pairing: Jack/Will, Jack/Bootstrap (implied)

Summary: Something has to give. 

Archive: Parley, my site, The Other VOLA.  All others please ask.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Warnings: Angst, sap, bondage. 

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: *sighs* Stubborn muses.  RL. Argh! Anyway, this is the concluding chapter, it´s *finally* done! Thanks to everyone for their support and patience, and I hope the last chapter was worth the wait!

Hmmm, and it seems somehow appropriate that this tale is three chapters. 

Many thanks to Salix and Elizabeth for their help and suggestions!

Posted August 24, 2004. 

After Will had left, Jack looked to the heavens and slurred, "All right, what h´ve I done this time?"  There was no other explanation for his incredible bad luck. 

He winced as a wave of pain and nausea battered him. Some more rum was definitely in order. With a grin, he noticed that the bottle against his thigh was still half-full. 

He uncorked it and raised it in salute. "Cheers, luv," he said to Elizabeth´s unconscious form. 

The alcohol had just splashed against his lips when Elizabeth sat up and groaned, "What was that? Oh God, not more rum!"  She slapped at Jack´s hand. 

"No!"  Jack yelled he lost his hold on the rum. The liquor spilled over both of them, and Jack made a desperate grab for the bottle, breathing a sigh of relief when he caught it before it could shatter to the floor. 

"Ah ha!"  he said in triumph. His euphoria soon dissolved when he saw that not a single drop remained. He turned to give Elizabeth a piece of his mind, but she had passed out again. 

"Can´t figure out why someone up there doesn´t like me... haven´t impersonated one of the clergy for ages," Jack muttered. He shivered as the rum evaporated off his thighs. It had soaked into his shirt, spilled on his legs, Elizabeth´s torso, and her trousers. 

"Guess I´d better get us cleaned up," Jack grumbled, stripping off his last piece of clothing. 

***

Will ran, trembling with emotion. By all that was holy, how could Jack do that to him? He needed to feel the wind on his face, and smell the comforting brine of the sea. He almost crashed into Anamaria on his way up. 

"And what has gotten into you?"  she said, glaring at him. 

"N-nothing," Will replied. "Just feeling a little ill." 

She studied his face with her sharp eyes, as if she didn´t believe him. Eventually, she said, "Well, there´s no room for that. We´re short a hand this morning because I can´t find Elizabeth. Do you have any idea of where she might be?" 

Will´s face twisted as he imagined Elizabeth kissing Jack with enthusiasm. He tried to think about something else, but his mind was intent on taunting him, forming images that grew more and more explicit. 

"I´m waiting for an answer," Anamaria grumbled with impatience. 

Will cursed himself for being a fool under his breath. Coming above deck had been a colossal mistake. He couldn´t face the rest of the crew like this. He mumbled an excuse to Anamaria and ran back to his cabin, wanting to crawl under the sheets and not come out for the rest of the day. He almost tore the door off the hinges when he arrived, barreling past his father and hurling himself into his bunk. 

"Will?"  Bootstrap said, "What happened? I thought yer were goin´ to see Jack this morn." 

"I did," Will replied, trying to keep the quavering out of his speech. "But he was with Elizabeth...in bed...and..." his voice broke as a mental picture of Jack and Elizabeth´s naked bodies tormented him again. 

Bootstrap glowered when he saw Will´s distress. He stalked out of the room and made his way over to the Captain´s quarters, anger burning inside of him. When he reached his destination, he slammed the door open with so much force that the walls shook. 

"Jack!"  he roared, noticing that Elizabeth and Jack were both naked. Nostrils flaring, he charged in, tackling Jack to the bed. 

"N´ver could leave well enough alone, could you?"  he hissed. "Saw yer chance with Miss Swann and took it, eh?" 

"William..."

"Shut yer trap! I´ve had enough of yer lies. Ye´ve been a complete arse ever since I´ve returned." 

"But luv..."

"I said, ´SHUT UP!´ Ye´ve lost yer chance, Jack. Instead of bein´ able to roll in the hay with two Turners, yer not goin´ to have any. Once we reach port, I´m leavin´ and takin´ Will with me." 

Jack opened his mouth to speak, but Bootstrap tossed one of his knives at the wall, missing Jack by a hair´s breadth. "I´m not interestin´ in hearin´ yer side. Savvy?"  He stormed out, almost shattering the door as he closed it. 

When he reached the First Mate´s Cabin, Will was gulping down the contents of Bootstrap´s flask -- the one that contained his strongest rum. 

"Easy there," Bootstrap said, rushing to his son´s side. "It´s still early yet." 

"Speak for yerself," Will slurred. "You were drinking like a fish as soon as we weighed anchor." 

"Ye got a point there," Bootstrap said. Will downed the rest of the liquor and then flopped over, his head lolling in Bootstrap´s lap. 

"Why does Jack hate me, father?"  he said, tears starting to roll down his cheeks. "He was the first man to make love to me...and now he´s tossed me aside. He´s always had his eye on Elizabeth, you know..."

"Don´t think about it," Bootstrap crooned, rubbing Will´s back. "Try ´n´ fill yer mind with some pleasant memories." 

Will sighed. "My time with Jack *was* pleasant. Before I met him, everything was dreary...slaving in the smithy for long hours... having a drunken master and no friends...Oh Jack, why?"  he sobbed. 

"I don´t know," Bootstrap said. "He´s always had a wandering eye, but he´s normally all bark and no bite. Somethin´ happened to him after the mutiny."  He petted Will´s hair. "I told Jack that we´re leavin´ as soon as we reach a decent port." 

Will nodded, snuggling further in Bootstrap´s comforting arms. "You´re all I have now, father. Please don´t leave again." 

"I won´t. I promise ye that." 

****

Elizabeth groaned when she woke up. Every single bit of her ached and her head was pounding. Her eyes widened when she turned onto her back. These weren´t her quarters...

She sat bolt upright. She was in Jack´s bunk, but the Captain was nowhere to be found. The cabin reeked of alcohol and her sluggish mind recalled that they had been drinking last night. 

She also remembered what had happened the last time she had gotten drunk with Jack -- when they were stranded together on the island. He had been far too forward, and it would have been very easy for him to take advantage of her inebriated state last night. Panicked, she looked down; breathing a sigh of relief when she saw that she was fully clothed. 

She slid out of Jack´s bed, trying to summon other memories, but none surfaced. The last thing she remembered was opening a second bottle of rum. She tried to recall more, but the pain lancing through her head distracted her. 

"At least he didn´t try to ravish me," she murmured, stumbling out of Jack´s quarters and noticing that it was dark out. 

"Bloody hell! How long have I been sleeping?"  A wave of nausea hit her and she decided it would be best to retire to her own cabin. 

As she was staggering to her room, she collided into Will. "Elizabeth!"  he sputtered, looking uncomfortable. "I´m so sorry..."

Elizabeth groaned. "I´m feeling rather ill, can I get by?" 

"Of course..." Will stammered. He shifted from foot to foot and looked at the floor. 

"Will, you have an obnoxious habit of studying your feet when you need to talk about something. Is it important? I´m not well, but I can listen if you need." 

"Um, no...it´s fine," Will said. "Really, I understand. I...I have to go now."  He pushed past her and went above deck. 

"Men," Elizabeth said under her breath. She would never understand their behavior. 

*** Elizabeth sighed as she finished trimming the sail. Tensions had been high on the Pearl, ever since the night she went drinking with Jack. She observed Will shuffling past the wheel, head down and unable to meet Jack´s gaze. Jack looked as if he wanted to speak to Will, but then he saw Bootstrap glowering at him, and he sneered at the elder Turner. 

"What on Earth is wrong with them?"  Elizabeth grumbled. 

"With those three men, who knows?"  Anamaria replied. 

"They´ve been carrying on like that for a week. And every time I try to talk to Will about it, he avoids me."  She looked hurt. "I thought we were friends." 

Anamaria´s eyes darkened. "He won´t? Has he said anything to you at all?" 

"He might have..." She had only hazy remembrances of their last interaction with each other. "He literally ran into me last week while I had the most awful headache, and he looked like he had something to say." 

"And did he?" 

Elizabeth shook her head. "He mumbled an excuse and left. But I know Will...he wanted to talk about something important." 

Anamaria´s brows knitted. "Elizabeth, you´re one of the healthiest women I know of. Why did you have a headache?" 

Elizabeth blushed, "Um...I was drinking with Jack the previous night and I passed out in his bed." 

"Jack didn´t take advantage of you, did he?" 

"As if I would let him touch me. "I woke up fully clothed."  Elizabeth said with a snort. 

"Hmmm...and when did this happen?" 

"Last week." 

Anamaria paused, deep in thought. She glanced back at Jack, but he was engrossed in steering the Pearl. 

She grabbed Elizabeth´s wrist. "Come on," she said under her breath and hauled Elizabeth to Jack´s quarters. 

The two of them went inside, and Anamaria closed the door as quietly as possible. She began poking about, looking under the tables. 

"What are you doing?"  Elizabeth asked. 

"Jack needs to keep his soiled clothes somewhere before we go ashore."  She crept over to Jack´s bunk and pulled out the sea chest located underneath the bed. "This looks like the only thing big enough to hold it." 

Anamaria frowned when she saw the large padlock holding the heavy wooden box closed. "Damn," she muttered. "I don´t have my pick with me." 

Elizabeth pulled a pin out of her hair and handed it to Anamaria. "Use this." 

Grinning, Anamaria took the sharp piece of metal and inserted it into the keyhole. After a few minutes, she managed to get the padlock open, and she threw the lid back. The scent of rum permeated the air. 

She pulled out Jack´s sodden clothing and tossed it aside. His trousers were underneath, but her sharp eyes spotted something else. She promptly reached in and pulled out a set of Elizabeth´s trousers, also soaked in rum. "I thought so," she said in triumph. 

Elizabeth´s eyes widened. "But that doesn´t make any sense!" 

Anamaria replied, "It makes perfect sense. Jack would never let anyone pass out in his bed with this much alcohol on their clothes, because it would stain his sheets. And if you woke up naked..."

Elizabeth said with glee, "I´d immediately cut one of his bollocks off."  She frowned in thought. "He must have pulled a spare set out of my footlocker and dressed me...which means that he had to re-wrap my bosom..." She snarled in anger and was about to reach for her knives when Anamaria stilled her hand. 

"Stop that. You´re forgetting something." 

"What? Oh bollocks! I´m a bloody idiot! If Will saw us together, he must have assumed that we swived." 

Anamaria nodded. Elizabeth said angrily, "But why didn´t he say anything about it?" 

"Would he?" 

"No," Elizabeth said, dropping her arms to her sides. "Damn, this whole misunderstanding between Will and Jack is partly my fault. I need to fix it!" 

"No, *we* need to fix it before those three fools ruin everything. And I have a plan..."

***

Will gazed out onto the water, feeling despondent. Yet again, he regretted ever meeting Jack and becoming his lover. 

"And how are you this fine afternoon?"  Anamaria said, joining him at his position on the bow. 

"Um, all right," Will lied, not bothering to turn his head. A loud click interrupted his woolgathering. He snapped around, only to be looking down the barrel of her pistol. 

"Come with me," Anamaria growled. "No questions." 

Will´s jaw dropped open, but he couldn´t do anything but obey. Anamaria marched him over to his quarters, and he gaped when he saw the figure standing outside his cabin. 

"Elizabeth???"  Will said. She smirked and opened the door with one hand. A knife was in her other hand, poised and ready to strike if Will made any untoward moves. Keeping a wary eye on him, she reached forward and removed his sword. 

"Inside," Anamaria said in a no-nonsense tone. Her finger twitched on the trigger, indicating that she would not tolerate any arguments. 

Will sighed and walked in. His eyes widened when he saw Bootstrap sitting in one of the chairs. 

"Father? What are you doing here?"  He heard the door slamming behind him, and it was locked with a click. 

"Miss Swann wanted to ask me some questions about fightin´ bare-handed. Once I dropped me knives, she drew one o´ her own and told me to stay put. What´re yer doin´ here?" 

"Um, Anamaria threatened me at gunpoint." 

Bootstrap snorted. "Figgers. She´s never been one t´ dance around." 

"What do we do now?" 

"Sit tight, try ´n´ puzzle out what the two of them are up to." 

Moments later, they had their answer when a sputtering Jack was pushed into the room with them. As the door slammed shut again, Elizabeth called out, "The three of you are staying there until you talk it all out." 

"Thish is mutiny!"  Jack slurred. 

"And you´re not going to have a crew if you don´t pull your head out of your arse."  Elizabeth retorted. "Now, shut up and *talk* for once." 

Jack glowered at Bootstrap and Will. "Well?"  he said. His two erstwhile lovers glared at him. "Thought so."  He bellowed at the door, "Forget it, luv, we´ve got nothing to say!" 

"Then you´ve got a long wait until we reach the next port," Elizabeth replied. 

"Damn your eyes!"  Jack yelled. 

"How can you talk to your lover like that?"  Will said in anger. 

"She´s not! I never slept with her!"  Jack said. 

"The two o´ yer were naked as jaybirds!"  Bootstrap replied, equally angry. "Don´t tell me y´ didn´t do anything with her!" 

"I didn´t, I swear to God, William! We just had to change clothes!" 

"Why should I believe yer?"  Bootstrap hissed. 

Elizabeth said, "Oh, bloody hell! Jack didn´t touch me, you idiots!" 

Will said in shock, "Elizabeth! You´re listening?!" 

"Well it´s not as if any of you are being quiet," she replied. "I´m sure everyone on deck can hear you arguing." 

Will turned beet red. Jack shuffled over to another corner of Will´s quarters and said in a hushed voice, "No, I didn´t swive her. We were stinking drunk, and we passed out whilst talkin´ about yer. "

"But...but she was naked..." Will sputtered, following Jack and keeping his voice low. 

"You need an anatomy lesson, luv. You can´t ravish a woman if she´s wearin´ trousers," Jack replied. 

Bootstrap´s eyes widened. "Ye didn´t tell me she was still dressed, son." 

"B-but, she wasn´t...um, was she?"  Will said, confused. 

Jack said, "Guess you were too angry to really study the situation?" 

Will lowered his eyes, ashamed to face Jack. "Yes," he said in a hushed voice. "I´m sorry." 

Bootstrap was flabbergasted. "Oh Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Guess I owe yer an apology, Jack. I shouldn´t have let m´ temper get the best of me." 

Jack leaned back and looked smug. "Come on, then, I could do with more apologies for all of the maligning you two have done to my esteemed character." 

"Not so fast," Bootstrap snarled. "There´s still the matter of what ye did with Will after I had swived yer brains out." 

"And what´s the matter with that?"  Jack said innocently. "It was just a bit o´ fun." 

"Fun?! Jack Sparrow, how could ye think that you could touch m´ boy with the smell of sex on yer? With *my* scent on yer?" 

Jack gaped at Bootstrap. "Oh."  He turned to look at Will, and grimaced when he saw the pain in those expressive eyes. "But, um...he was eager was some relief. Weren´t you, luv?" 

Will´s face twisted. "No, I wasn´t." 

Bootstrap´s face coloured with rage, and Jack quickly added, "Then why was yer shaft so hard? Ye were throbbing when I found yer that morning." 

"He was?"  Bootstrap replied. "Why was that, son?"

Will´s cheeks flushed a deep red and he stared at his feet. He didn´t enjoy this line of questioning. 

Bootstrap patted Will´s shoulder. "Please answer? I won´t think less o´ yer. Please?" 

Will shuddered. "Um...I came back to my cabin late, and you and Jack were, uh..." his cheeks felt hot again, and he couldn´t finish his sentence. 

Jack sniggered, but Bootstrap shot him a poisonous glare. "It´s all right," he cooed. "The way Jack was carryin´ on that night, I´m not surprised that yer blood rushed to yer shaft." 

"B-but, isn´t that wicked? He was with you!"  Will squeaked. "You´re my father! I shouldn´t be thinking..." his voice faded off, unwilling to contemplate the thought any further. 

"Will, what *exactly* got yer heart pounding?"  Bootstrap said. "Was it the noises Jack was makin´?" 

Will didn´t answer at first, and Bootstrap said in an admonishing tone, "William Edward Turner Jr., answer the question."  Sighing, he nodded, embarrassed beyond all belief. 

Bootstrap replied, "And what about the thought of me swivin´ Jack?"  As soon as the sentence left Bootstrap´s lips, Will grimaced. 

Observing his son´s reaction, Bootstrap said, "Ain´t nothin´ wrong with yer. Ye were just reacting to yer lover taking pleasure. Feel better now?" 

Confusion and guilt warred inside of Will´s mind, but he eventually saw the reason in Bootstrap´s words. "Yes...I do," he replied, feeling the tension draining out of his body. 

Jack cleared his throat. "Well, now that ev´rything´s settled, I´ll tell Elizabeth that she can let us out." 

"Not so fast, Jack," Bootstrap growled. "Ye still owe Will an apology." 

"Captain Jack Sparrow doesn´t *make* apologies," he slurred. "I´ve done nothing wrong." 

"Bollocks. Ye still shouldn´t have ambushed him when ye did." 

"And I think that if ye had an overeager young boy needing release, ye´d have done the same thing." 

Bootstrap glared at Jack. "And yer thinkin´ with yer shaft again. There are rules t´ be followed when sharing!" 

"And since when have I followed a rule?"  Jack scoffed. 

"Stop it!"  Will screamed, startling Jack and Bootstrap. "I´m not worth fighting over."  He looked sadly at Jack. "Just let me go at the next port...I don´t want to be a burden any longer." 

Jack´s mouth dropped open when he saw the vulnerability and hurt in Will´s eyes. A small part of him scoffed at Will´s distress. After all, he had never apologized for anything in his entire life. If the boy wanted to be a pirate, he should learn to toughen up and accept that life was often full of disappointment. 

And yet...the wounded gaze in those sable brown eyes struck Jack to the core. And for the first time, Jack realized that he had been gradually changing his behavior around Will, ever since they had reunited to search for the remains of Barbossa´s crew. He had been growing more caring, softer...something that he should never have allowed himself to sink to. 

All that had changed once the curse on Bootstrap had been broken once and for all. He saw an opportunity to go back to his old ways, but in true Jack Sparrow fashion, he had overshot on a grand scale, becoming a total cad instead. 

He knew that he should remedy the situation, but the words froze in his throat. He shouldn´t *have* to apologize...but then he´d never see Will ever again. He´d have to say farewell to the sight of those beautiful eyes gleaming with laughter, the delight and wonder that sparkled in the brown depths whenever they made love, and a devotion as unending as the sea...Curse it, was it really so bad to change? 

Taking a deep breath, Jack said, "Will, I´m...um..." he paused, his mouth unwilling to form those words. 

Bootstrap and Will stared at Jack for what seemed like an eternity, but Jack would not elaborate, choosing instead to sway in place and glower at them. 

Will quirked an eyebrow upward and he leaned closer to Jack. "Yes?"  he said, failing to disguise the impatience in his voice. 

"I´m sorry," Jack muttered under his breath. "And I don´t ever want ye to leave me." 

"Really?"  Will breathed, trembling with emotion. 

"Yes," Jack said. As soon as that one syllable had left Jack´s mouth, an eager Will tackled him to the floor. "Whoa, easy on the g..." Jack´s protest was silenced by an enthusiastic kiss. 

Bootstrap tapped on the door and said, "Miss Swann? I think ye can let us go."  He smiled at the two lovers before he slipped out. 

****

Moonlight spilled through the window of the First Mate´s cabin, shining on the two naked bodies pressed against each other on the bunk. The sheets were in huge disarray, showing evidence of copious activity upon them. 

Jack caressed the slumbering form pressed against his chest, looking at him with fondness. "Will," he purred, kissing the top of his head. "Time t´ get up." 

"Mmm," Will said, his voice husky from sleep. "Do I have to leave the bed?"  He stretched like a lazy cat, causing his bronzed muscles to ripple in the silver light. 

Jack licked a dusky nipple, smirking at the hiss Will made in response. "Yes, ye do. I spilled the bottle of oil on the sheets the last time I swived ye. Everythin´s a mess."  Will grumbled, but he still climbed out of the bunk, his mussed hair and his sweat-glistened skin the most fetching sight Jack had seen in ages. 

"Ugh," Will said, crinkling his nose. "I´m filthy. I need a bath." 

Jack smirked before he leapt out of the bed with practiced ease. He wrapped an arm around Will and buried his face in his lover´s silky brown curls. "Care t´ join me for a swim, then? It´s beautiful out." 

"Isn´t someone on deck?"  Will´s breath hitched at the end of his sentence, distracted by Jack´s mouth nibbling on his ear. "Jack...um, could you answer me?" 

With reluctance, Jack released his prize. "Lemme see who´s on watch. I want t´ make sure whoever´s on deck won´t be scandalized by our bare arses." 

He pulled on a shirt and breeches before he padded over to the door. "I´ll be back soon. Get yerself dressed." 

Will nodded, pushing back the damp strands of hair plastered to his face. He donned a minimum amount of clothing, not wanting to soil his garments with the oil, sweat, and other fluids on his skin. He had just fastened his breeches when Jack returned, grinning from ear to ear. "William´s on deck tonight," Jack said. 

"Um...so that means..."

"We c´n have a little exercise with the ropes outside after our swim," Jack said in a husky voice. 

"But..."

Jack kissed Will´s full mouth. "Shh, it´ll be all right, William will move out o´ sight until we´re done."  He reached down, squeezing Will´s firm bottom. "´Sides, think about it...you, lashed to the masts, feeling the kiss of the wind on yer bare skin and smellin´ the wildness of the sea...helpless to do anythin´ but surrender to me..."

Will melted in his arms. "Yes," he sighed, his eyelashes fluttering. 

Smirking, Jack released Will before he grabbed the oil from the stained bed sheets and rummaged around for his favourite coil of rope. After gathering the equipment up, he held out his hand. "Come," he purred. 

A shy smile was on Will´s lips as he coiled his fingers around Jack´s. Jack pressed a tender kiss to Will´s knuckles before he opened the door to the cabin. They strolled out onto the deck in companionable silence, their bodies falling into sync as they walked. 

Bootstrap was silhouetted against the night sky, a stoic guardian in the darkness. He turned around when he observed the two men coming on deck, his face splitting into a happy grin when he spotted their joined hands. His eyes lingered on the rope that Jack was holding, and the grin faded into a knowing leer. 

Colour rose to Will´s cheeks, but for once in his life, he suppressed the urge to hide his affection. He pressed closer to Jack´s side, enjoying the intimate contact. 

Jack gave Will a quick kiss before he placed the oil and rope on the deck. He then doffed his clothes with lightning speed, winking before he executed a perfect dive into the ocean. He lingered a bit underwater, enjoying the cool, weightless coccoon suspending his body. 

When he felt his lungs demanding air, Jack made his way to the surface. As he broke through the water, he saw Will jumping in, albeit in a slightly more clumsy fashion. 

"Landlubber," Jack teased, swimming with graceful ease towards Will. 

Will pouted. "That´s not fair, I didn´t spend most of my life at sea." 

Jack was about to form a retort, but the sight in front of him took his breath away. A moonbeam turned the drops of water on Will´s body to pure silver, causing them to glisten against his bronzed skin. His face was shadowed in the faint light, bringing out the curves of his sculpted cheekbones, and making his eyes appear as black as the darkest depths of the sea. He was temptation personified, wrapped around a core of innocence that Jack hoped would never fade. 

Jack closed the distance between them and cupped Will´s face with infinite tenderness. Time stood still as the two lovers gazed at each other, silently affirming their bond. Jack leaned in, using the lightest of touches to brush his lips against Will´s. Will pressed forward, opening with a moan, and Jack slipped his tongue in, his body flushing as he explored Will´s sweet mouth. 

Jack´s heart thudded in his chest as he tasted Will, all of his senses overwhelmed as the kiss deepened. He was drowning in this boy, losing his sense of self to every shift of Will´s body, every hitch in Will´s breath, the rapid flutter of Will´s pulse. He revised his earlier thoughts -- Will was indeed a full-blooded pirate, for he had stolen Jack´s heart away. 

When they parted, Jack´s eyes were darkened with lust. "Let´s finish cleanin´ up." 

Nodding, Will stopped treading water and began to swim alongside Jack, letting the cool water wash away the products from the evening´s lovemaking. After several minutes, Jack veered towards the Pearl, and Will followed behind him. 

Once they had reached the ship, Bootstrap tossed a rope down, and hauled Jack on board with one pull. After he landed on the deck, Jack wasted no time in staggering over to a pail of fresh water. He murmured in pleasure as he poured some over himself, rinsing off the sea salt from his skin and hair. As he was shaking droplets free from his braids, he heard the soft pad of Will´s bare feet. 

"Saved some fer ye, luv," Jack said, turning around and handing the bucket over. 

"Thank you," Will replied before he tilted the container of water up. 

As Will was finishing his ablutions, Jack raked his eyes over the lad´s bronzed body, admiring the dusky peaks that stood out in sharp relief on his chest, the round curve of his arse, and those fine, sculpted muscles. 

"Perfect," Jack said in a husky voice. 

Blushing, Will allowed Jack to gaze at him, his organ already swelling in anticipation. Jack ran a fingertip down the length of Will´s spine, enjoying the shiver that he caused. Will´s long eyelashes fluttered as Jack´s finger dipped into the cleft between his buttocks, and his breath began escaping in short pants. 

"Over there," Jack murmured, gesturing to an area near the masts. As Will stumbled over, Jack picked up the discarded rope and oil, humming a soft tune as he did so. 

"Arms and legs apart," Jack said, and Will complied, trembling with excitement. Jack lashed Will´s limbs to the masts, binding him in a spread-eagled position. 

As Jack secured the last knot he smiled at the delectable sight in front of him. "Will...my sweet love," he murmured before he pressed a tender kiss to Will´s neck, swiping his tongue over the sensitive spot. 

Will´s eyes fluttered and he arched back. "Oh Jack..." he breathed. His knees trembled as Jack sucked on his sensitive flesh. He squirmed, moaning as Jack nursed the skin almost to the point of pain. 

Jack licked at the small bruise that now blossomed on the tanned column. "Mine," he purred, snaking down and covering Will´s spine with feather light kisses. His hands caressed the Will´s torso as he made his descent, making sure that he didn´t miss a single inch of precious flesh. 

When he reached Will´s buttocks, he licked his lips. He was going to enjoy every second of this. He grabbed the firm cheeks and parted them. 

Will tugged on his bonds and said, "Um, Jack? What are you doing?"  He quivered against when Jack blew a hot breath on his entrance. 

"I thought I´d give yer a special treat," Jack replied with a husky laugh. 

"But...you´re going to...put your mouth back *there*?!"  Will squeaked. 

He cried out when Jack swiped his tongue over the puckered skin. "Aye," Jack said before he pressed his face closer; licking wet, small circles over the sensitive area. He savored the musky taste, and the helpless whimpers that were spilling from his lover´s mouth. 

As each small path was traced, Will arched back, groaning. His bronzed muscles quivered as if they had been electrified. "Oh God, Jack...more..." he said, pushing back. 

Jack grinned and took a deep breath before he stabbed his tongue in. "Mother of God!"  Will screamed, writhing as Jack probed him intimately. He pushed back even more, and his moans grew lewder as Jack sawed his tongue in and out of him. His shaft was throbbing, moisture oozing in copious amounts out of the tip. 

"For the love of God, please..." Will begged. He mewled in protest when Jack retreated. "No, Jack! Don´t stop!" 

Jack chuckled. "An´ what should I do then, eh?" 

Will looked over his shoulder, his dark eyes simmering with lust. "I want you to swive me," he purred without any trace of shyness. 

"Christ Almighty," Jack said, his shaft twitching in response to Will´s throaty words. He picked up the oil and coated his length, not bothering with any further preparation because he knew that Will was still open from earlier. His body burning out of control, Jack positioned himself, nudging Will´s entrance with his hard organ. Will arched, pushing his buttocks back as far as possible. His cries were desperate with need, and they soon dissolved into a loud wail when Jack breached him. 

"Yer still so tight," Jack said through gritted teeth. As flushed with arousal as he was, it paled in comparison to the raging inferno surrounding his organ. 

Will moaned, throwing his head back and writhing in his bonds, abandoning himself to his desire. Jack buried himself in the small channel, using slow, measured strokes, each plunge forward causing Will to mewl and and strain against the ropes; pulling against his bonds until his muscles quaked and grew taut as a drawn bowstring. The humid air caused perspiration to form on their bodies again, and Jack licked some of the salty fluid off Will´s shoulder. 

"More," Will said. He cried out when Jack thrust deep into him, rubbing over the center of his pleasure, his face a study of pure rapture. "Yes!" 

The breathy, wanton cries brought Jack to the brink of madness, and he slammed into Will´s body with frantic thrusts, driving them both towards their release. Will tipped his head back, resting it on Jack´s shoulder; his mouth open as his breath came out in brief, shallow pants. Jack could see him crumbling apart, losing himself to the passion coursing through his body. 

Sensing that Will was close, Jack reached down, wrapping his hand around Will´s swollen organ. He stroked it in time with his pistoning hips, flicking a thumb over the purple head as he sucked on Will´s sensitive neck. 

"Jack!"  Will screamed as he climaxed, his shaft pulsing and yielding only the tiniest drops of fluid. The tightness surrounding Jack clamped down on him with almost crushing force, and Jack roared, burying himself deep in his beloved as he spent what little remained of his seed. 

They stood, pressed against each other, still joined, the sound of their breaths harsh in the still night. "I love ye," Jack murmured after a while, kissing Will´s shoulder. With a groan, he reluctantly pulled his softening member out, and he tugged on the ends of the ropes, freeing Will in an eye blink. 

"I love you, too," Will said as he turned around. He wrapped his arms around Jack and kissed him until they ran out of air. Their breaths mingled as they parted, and Jack held Will afterward, caressing his damp back and murmuring endearments. 

Will tried to respond, but he was swaying in Jack´s grasp. His legs had grown unsteady beneath him, and he leaned against Jack, almost knocking his lover to the deck. 

"Getting´ sleepy, eh?"  Jack replied. 

Will could only nod. Jack guided him over to their discarded clothes, pausing to tie a shirt around Will´s groin. He struggled into his breeches as best as he could, letting Will rest against his back. 

"C´mon, luv...let´s get ye back to yer quarters."  Will made an unintelligible grunt, and almost collapsed on top of Jack´s wiry frame. 

"Whoa, steady," Jack said, almost toppling to the deck as he tried to brace Will´s heavier body. He struggled for a few minutes, and then Bootstrap was at his side to assist, scooping Will up into his strong arms. 

"I´ll put ´im to bed," Bootstrap said before he disappeared below. He soon returned with a flask in hand. 

After taking a hearty swig, he passed the rum over to Jack. "All settled?"  Bootstrap asked. 

"Ye heard the results," Jack said, leering. "We´ve worked out our differences." 

Bootstrap snorted and took another long pull. "Between the two of yer, perhaps. But now I´m not sure how it´d sit with m´boy when I take my turn later."  He sighed and shook his head. "N´ver thought the whelp would have problems sharin´. I still can´t figger that one out." 

Jack paused for a bit, deep in thought at Bootstrap´s words. The answers escaped him, and he decided that his mind needed more stimulus. When Bootstrap passed the flask back to him, he downed a generous amount, sighing in relief as the familiar haze descended over him, batting around several conflicting ideas all at once...

"I have it!"  Jack slurred. "It´s because he´s not used t´ the pirate´s life -- livin´ from day to day, stealin´ any pleasure ye can oncet the opportunity presents itself." 

Bootstrap slapped his forehead. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! Why´nt I think o´ that?" 

"Because you Turners can be mighty thick," Jack said with a smug grin. 

"Yer one t´ talk," Bootstrap retorted. He finished off what remained of the rum. "So, now what?" 

Jack said, "We see what Will´s reaction is in the mornin´."

"I was afraid ye´d say that." 

***

It was mid-morning when Will opened his eyes. He groaned, feeling a bit sore from last night´s activities. As he shifted, he noticed the thin blanket draped over his groin despite the heat of the day. 

"I thought it best if´n Jack covered ye up ´fore I came in," Bootstrap said from his perch on the side of the bunk. Will squeaked and pulled the blanket up to his chin. 

"Father? What are you doing here?"  he said, trying to get his sleep-addled brain to function. 

"We need t´ talk," Bootstrap said. "It took me a while t´ realize that ye´re not quite used t´ how things are ´tween pirates." 

"Um, well..."

"I just want ye t´ know that I never wanted this to happen. And...if ye can´t bring yerself t´ share, I´m willin´ to step down." 

Will gaped. "You can´t mean that. You promised that you wouldn´t leave." 

"And I´m causin´ ye pain by stayin´. Jack survived without me fer ten years...and he´s got ye to keep him company now."  He brushed his weather beaten hand across Will´s cheek. "I love ye, Will, and yer happiness is more important than my own. Yer obviously not comfortable with sharin´..."

Will´s stomach clenched as Bootstrap continued with his speech. He couldn´t stand the thought of his father leaving again, and his mind began whirling. Could he really become comfortable with this relationship? A part of him told him that it was wrong...but on the other hand, relations between men were considered wicked and unacceptable by most of the world. 

Will sank deep into thought, replaying his interactions with Bootstrap, and he realized that the two of them never really knew each other as father and son. True, they had started to bond...but it felt more like a bond between brothers than a parent to his child. 

Steeling himself, Will made his decision. "Stay, please. I want all of us to be together." 

"What? Are ye sure?" 

Will nodded. "Jack would be heart-broken if you left. And I love him enough to try to get used to this arrangement. That is, um, as long as I don´t have to be in the same bed when you two, uh..." He blushed crimson, unable to finish the sentence. 

"No worries, son. I may be one o´ the most decadent men around, but even I´m not that corrupt." 

Will breathed a sigh of relief. "So, um...how do we determine when we, um, spend time in bed with Jack?" 

Bootstrap said, "Well...I get Jack t´night, ye get Jack t´morrow, and we just stick t´ that schedule." 

Will frowned. "Sumthin´ the matter?"  Bootstrap said testily. 

"I just thought it´d be more complicated than that." 

"Lissen. Just keepin´ Jack under control will be more ´n´ a handful. We may as well keep everythin´ else simple. Savvy?" 

"Yes," Will said, beaming and feeling more content than he had in ages; he knew that everything would be fine from now on. 

THE END

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