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.