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A Challenge of Sorts

by Linaelyn

 

Fandom: PoTC    Rating: R    Pairing: Will/Gibbs    Full Header  Gibbs Series #7

 


Will swallowed, his gaze never leaving the expanse of skin displayed before him: the shapely yet muscular calf; the firm, fleshy thigh; the slightly fur-encrusted belly; the positively fluffy torso, ultimately crowned with the most perfect pair of man-breasts Will had ever had exposed to his gaze. Gibbs' sturdy corpus had taken a brutal beating in that terrible storm, the night before, and his bruised flesh seemed to throb a lurid purple, bringing desire and chagrin in equal measure to Will's eyes.

"Are ye willin' then, lad? Can ye give me a hand, poulticin' me wounds?" Gibbs inquired, very nearly polite in his request. Not trusting himself to speak through his fierce need, Turner merely nodded, his cheeks flushing. The old sailor passed him the oily jar, filled with some mysterious liniment, and promptly dropped his drawers and lay on the decking, supine and nude. "Much obliged. Jes' grab yerself a dollop out o' there, slather it on me as best ye can manage. 'M so stiff, I can hardly move to do it meself. Start at me feet, would ye?"

Massaging the supple surface of the legs, Will felt himself blaze, as if Gibbs were a spark and he the tinder. Desire in his eyes, he gradually worked the buttery substance up past the other man's knees. Some component of the ointment made Will's hands tingle, and he briefly imagined what it must be like, to have the other man's burly hands doing the same to himself. Heat flooded his veins, coursing from the palms that touched skin, down to the soles of his feet, and up to crest over his scalp in a wave that left him trembling like a novice.

Soon, the grizzled pirate was sighing in pleasure as Will's spiraling fingers worked their way up knotted leg-muscles, soothing and stroking and spreading sensations... sensations that were having a visible and turgid effect on Gibbs' "spar"; the sight of the man, oh so arousing, brought a near-feral growl to Will's lips. Growing...and growing... Will caught sight of an exotic glint of gold adornment, deep in the shadows high between the hairy nether regions. Was that...? Well, no, Will supposed, one could hardly term something found there an earring.

Will's chocolate orbs rose to the old salt's paler blues, only reluctantly departing from the view of his immense length of quivering manhood. Will's breath came swift and shallow. As Gibbs noticed his scrutiny, he growled "Ah, pay no mind. Me roger's got a mind of 'is own, betimes. I'll put paid to 'im later."

Will breathed deep, and concentrated on the decking before him. It was going to be a very long week, with Jack gone.
 

 

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