ain't comin', Jack." Gibbs leaned over to his captain, his voice a bit
overloud, but still inaudible beyond their table, due to the noise of the
tavern's other patrons.
"He said that he would," Jack insisted. "He's a man of his word."
"Aye, but you're not one to bandy words when there's action to be had, eh?"
"Action to be had? Whatever could you mean, Joshamee?" Sparrow smirked and
twirled one corner of his mustache around a sultry finger.
"I could mean..." and Gibbs leaned into Jack's ear, to whisper certain
possibilities. Then, he nibbled.
Eventually, Will found them.
Jack's half-lidded eyes flew wide, and he shook off Gibbs' attentions,
hoping the gloom of the inn made it difficult to see just what had been
going on in the shadows under the table. Clearing his throat, he called out,
"William! We had nearly lost hope of your arrival. So good of you to stop
"I was detained."
"Well, now, we must have another round to celebrate the pleasure of your
company! Barkeep! Three more here!"
"It seems to me that the pleasure may have begun before I even
Gibbs broke the tension with his booming laugh.
"What makes you say a daft thing like that, boy?" Gibbs asked, as jolly as a
maid in maying.
"I'm not blind, old man." Will leaned forward over the table, shoulders taut
with burning intensity. "I saw the look on Jack's face. I've seen it before,
caused by myself. There's only one sort of activity that puts his expression
Gibbs feigned nonchalance, saying, "Why in heaven's name would Jack have
anything to do with the likes of me, if he's got a pretty lad like you
fawning at his feet?"
Will grinned predatorily. "Exactly what I was wondering."
Jack stared as Will lunged forward to take Joshamee's whiskery mouth with
his own, seeking and finding the response he had hoped for. After a moment
of stunned silence, he cleared his throat and said, "Shall I leave you two
"NO," Will commanded. "You will go secure a room for me, the nicest one this
hole has to offer. And you'll make sure the sheets are clean, yourself."
"Why should I?" Jack was taken aback by Will's sudden assertive manner. He
had never behaved this way before.
"Because," Will whispered, "You're going to watch us do this, tonight."
Will's hands stroked down the barrel chest, as he lay below Joshamee on the
bed. His tongue lapped at the salty hollow at the base of Gibbs' throat. The
sound of their panting made Jack strangely uncomfortable. He squirmed in his
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather I just..." Jack rose to make his exit.
"Sit." Gibbs' terse order was almost drowned out by Turner's moan of
pleasure, as Josh's spittle-slicked hand quested down into the blacksmith's
unlaced breeches: sliding, seeking, soothing.
An indistinct mumble came, "I think I hear my mother calling me." No one
paid any heed.
Josh's grunting reached a frenetic pace as Will's fervent stroking brought
him over into intense crescendo. A moment later, Will keened his own
release, deep inside Joshamee.
Jack rolled his eyes and sighed. He stood and gave a slow round of applause;
"That was marvelous. I believe you've made your point, gentlemen. Now, if
you'll excuse me, I am afraid I..."
"No," Gibbs gave orders to his captain once again. "My turn to watch."
Will smiled like the devil; in his hands were crimson, silken ropes.
"You planned this, the both of you!"
"Aye, that we did, Jack."