looked at the young man dangling out over the sea, precariously clutching
the boom that Jack had so deftly used to sweep him off the deck a moment
ago. He spoke didactically. "The only rules that really matter are these:
what a man can do and what a man can't do. For instance, you can accept that
your father was a pirate and a good man or you can't. But pirate is in your
blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that some day." Jack grinned; he
was enjoying this moment. "And me, for example, I can let you drown, but I
can't bring this ship into Tortuga all by me onesies, savvy?"
The rudder was once again shoved to a new position, and the boom swung
around, abruptly dropping Will Turner to the deck of the Interceptor. The
journeyman blacksmith panted for breath as Jack's sword stabbed in his
direction. "So....can you sail under the command of a pirate, or can you
not?" demanded Jack. The blade flipped through the air, suddenly, and landed
in the reversed position, blade flat in Jack's palm.
"Tortuga?" Will extended his hand to grasp the hilt, in a gesture of
bewildered fealty. Jack hoisted him to his feet.
"Tortuga!" was Jack's exultant cry.
They pushed onward. The sun glinted on the sea, and the brisk wind from the
stern made their speed deceptively invisible, as perceived from the deck.
Will thought to himself that it was a lovely day for a sail.
"You need a hat," announced Jack.
Will was peering over the gunwale, startled at the rapid passage of the
waters below. So, this really was a fast ship. "Pardon me?"
"A hat! A chapeau. Somethin' to keep the blazing fiery eye up there from
driving you mad in the heat of the day, mate!" Jack gestured from his
position at the helm towards the sun, which was nearing its zenith now.
"Oh, I'm fine," Will reassured. "I'm out in the sun quite often. Never had
much trouble with a burn. My mam was quite fair, pale and blonde, so I must
have gotten the dark from my father." Will's eyes sought the horizon
thoughtfully, at his own mention of this painful topic.
"C'mere!" Jack ordered. Will hesitated.
Jack sighed, pained. "You just do not seem to understand that I'm the
Captain, and I give orders here. Let's try again, shall we? C'MERE!!!" Jack
Will leaped across the deck to Jack's side; in three bounds he stood nearly
nose to... forehead with his Captain. "Yes, SIR! I am here, SIR!" Will gave
his best impression of a British Naval Officer with a rod up his arse. A
smirk twitched his lip.
Jack chuckled quietly. "So it's to be that way, is it? Ah, suit yourself,
boy. No harm in a little fun." He glanced up at the sun again. "But no
question, you need that hat! Take the helm."
Confusion filled Will's eyes. "What do I do?"
"Poseidon's toothpick, you're such a lubber!" Jack laughed. He grabbed
Will's right hand, and slapped it roughly into place on the large wooden peg
at two o'clock. "Hold her straight, don't jiggle the wheel all willy-nilly."
He spun around behind Will, and used his hips to shift the young man's body
into the proper position at the helm. As Will struggled for balance, the
pirate snatched his left hand from the air, and slammed it into the peg at
ten o'clock. "Both hands stay right there. Don't move. She's a sensitive
maid, and needs a light touch. I'm going below to see if I can't find you
some suitable headgear."
Jack leapt to the deck amidships, and sauntered into the hold. Various
clanking and crashing sounds emanated from the region of the hatch, and the
occasional muffled curse. Finally, he reappeared, the crown of his head
festooned with a stack of hats.
"Well, of course the bloody uniforms are all... uniform," said Jack, as he
bobbled and swerved under his precarious cargo, "but some of the crew appear
to have been on a shopping run for their paramours!" He paused, struck by a
thought. "Or not, perhaps. Well, whomever they were intended to decorate,
one of these shall now decorate you!"
Jack's wobbling gait brought him to Will's side. The journeyman blacksmith
shook his head, as Jack dropped the stack of hats into his own hands with a
deft snap of his head. Somehow, improbably, Jack's own hat stayed attached.
"I really don't need a hat. I'm fine!" Will insisted. He held up both his
hands to ward off the first hat that Jack was attempting to apply to his
head. The wheel swayed, the rudder shifted, the sails luffed, and the ship
changed its tack to the wind slightly.
Dropping the hats, Jack reached across Will to right their course. "Did I
say you could relinquish the helm!!!!" Jack thundered. Once the sails
billowed satisfactorily again, and holding the wheel steady with one knee,
Jack took Will's hands roughly between his own. Holding their hands flat,
palm to palm, with his own on the outside, Jack said, "You never, Never,
NEVER take your hands from the helm, until you have been relieved of the
duty. NEVER. Savvy?" He looked into Will's eyes, and something glinted
"I understand." Will assured. Wordlessly, Jack placed each of Will's hands
on the wheel again, with a motion that was almost a gentle caress.
"Now," Jack said softly, "you have the helm. You are not to move. Both of
your hands are to remain right there." A wicked smile played across Jack's
visage, and he whispered in Will's ear. "Remember, sensitive, and needs a
Jack reached down to the deck, and chose a hat. It was a broad-brimmed felt
bucket, trimmed with garish straw flowers and small green and golden stuffed
dead bird. Jack set it atop the younger man's wavy brown locks, and looked
at him appraisingly.
"No." said Will.
"No?" queried Jack. "No, perhaps not. And that bird." He rolled his eyes
"Just give me the one off the uniform." Will growled.
"Very well," Jack acquiesced, and placed the British Naval tricorne on
Will's head. The pirate frowned. "No, that will never do. Useless. Too much
light still reaches your face." He brushed Will's cheek with the back of his
fingers. "It would be such a pity to mar your lovely complexion..." Will
moved to roughly bat away Jack's hand, but he was anticipated.
Instantly, Jack held Will's wrist in a visegrip. "Never. Take your hands.
From the wheel." The pirate's eyes were black as coal, yet still burned like
the forge. The offending hand was placed back on the appropriate peg. Jack
leaned close in to Will's ear again, and he ticklingly whispered, "You will
remember, now. Won't you, mate?" Jack brought up his right hand, and once
again brushed the blacksmith's cheek.
Anger flashed through Will, flushing his cheeks and narrowing his eyes.
Jack's finger traced the jawline to the wispy goatee that was blossoming
there. Tucking his forefinger beneath the chin, he lightly brushed the short
hairs with his thumb. "You know, I must not have been far off with that
eunuch remark, if this is all the beard you can manage. Or are you still a
just a whelp, who hasn't got his growth yet?" Jack looked down pointedly at
Will's crotch. Jack's hand slowly reached down as if to examine the goods
for himself, and Will stiffened and flushed further up to his hairline.
"Ahhhh..." Jack laughed. "Direct hit there, I believe! Well, I think I can
manage to restrain my curiosity on that score until a more Opportune
Moment." His eyes twinkled with merriment. "Where were we? Oh, yes. Hats."
Then the flamboyant pirate reached up and plucked the tricorne from Will's
head, and sent it spinning over the rail. "Ye really must learn to relax a
bit, mate. You're tighter than a jibsheet in a gale."
Jack lifted another hat from the deck. It was a pink, beribboned one, with a
brim even broader than the first. On one side, the brim was pinned up and
festooned with an enormous ostrich feather, also dyed a lurid shade of pink.
"Fascinating, what they can do with coal-tar these days, don't you think?"
Jack observed, examining the workmanship carefully. "Yes, I'd say this is
just the thing."
He plopped the hat on Will's brow, and settled it down over his ears, deftly
tucking wisps of wind-tossed curls up beneath the band. Then, tugging free
the cord that held Will's hair at the nape of his neck, he spread the brown
tresses down the broad shoulders.
"Hell's Bells! Would you keep your hands OFF me!" Will endeavored to shrug
the other man's hands away, without removing his grip from the helm.
Jack backed away, hands raised. "Easy, lad, easy. I only let your hair down
to shade your neck and shoulders! The reflected light from the water will
burn you, dark skin or no. Then your wits won't be at their sharpest, and
that's not the way to enter Tortuga, now is it? At least not in your case,
when you need every piece of wit you can possibly muster." Jack placed his
pinkie finger point-first on Will's chest. "What's that there?"
Will looked down, and Jack's finger bounced up, twanging Will's nose
sharply. Jack gave a brief snort of amusement, and shook his head in dismay.
"Were ye never a boy, then? Did ye never have mates to teach ye these
Will stood silent, eyes on the horizon. Jack, uncharacteristically still,
Several minutes passed with no sound but the sea and the wind in the
"I'm sorry," said Jack. He clapped Will on the shoulder, and went belowdecks.
The sun hung somewhat lower in the sky when Jack returned to the helm. He
carried a full waterskin, and a spyglass liberated from the ship's stores.
"They must have off-loaded the damned rum-ration for their time in port!"
Jack complained. "Naught to be had but pure water, and a tiny flask of
Will looked askance at the pirate. "I would have saved ye some," Jack
continued, "but there weren't much more than a dram. Hardly worth the effort
to swallow it. Helm's mine." Jack took hold of the wheel, and Will slumped
away from it, shaking the kinks out of his shoulders, the stiffness from his
forearms, the tension in his biceps.
"Ahhh... harder than it looks, isn't it?" Jack tsked and grinned. "And you
looked like such a strong boy."
"Smithing involves much more moving around than this," Will defended
himself. "I'm not used to so much inactivity." It was his own turn to smirk.
He caught the waterskin that Jack tossed to him and thirstily downed most of
its contents in gulp after gulp.
Jack watched Will intently, as his adam's apple bobbed, and trickles of
water escaped from the corners of the younger man's mouth, running down the
cheeks and chin to splatter a drop or three on the salt-stained boards.
Suddenly, Jack's own mouth felt just a bit parched. "Save us a swallow,
would ye, mate?"
Will gulped once more, and nodding his head to the Captain, passed the skin
back to him. He wiped his mouth with the back of his left hand. "How long
until we reach Tortuga, do you think?" Will asked, as Jack placed his lips
over the still-damp mouth of the waterskin, and pulled two deep draughts.
"We should reach our anchorage within the hour" Jack explained, gesturing to
the archipelago that was growing larger off the starboard bow. "However, we
don't enter Tortuga until well after nightfall, and then only in the dory.
We'll have to lay low on the ship for several hours, to avoid detection."
"Lay low? Will the Royal Navy be here looking for us, then?"
"Nay, Lad. We're not hiding from the likes of them, at least not yet. No, we
need to keep this lovely piece of boat out of the hands of me colleagues and
associates. Can't just be leaving her tied to dockside in a town like
Tortuga, and expect her to be there when we return, now can we?" Jack
twinkled. "And as good as you are with that little metal stick of yours, I
doubt we can keep hold of her if she's spied before we've mustered a full
crew to defend her. No, we hide out until close to second nightwatch."
A thoughtful glaze shuttered Jack's face, and he didn't speak for several
minutes. Will wandered the deck, stretching his arms overhead and leaning
over to touch his toes, to further loosen the stiffness in his spine and
"Will!" the Captain hollered, "See what can be found in the way of grub
inside this hull. Do ye cook?"
Will was pleased to be given another task. Ship life was rather boring,
actually. "Aye, aye, Sir!" Will saluted jauntily. "I can do anything!" He
swung around the banister at the head of the ladder to belowdecks, and
hopped down into the hold. His hat and ostrich feather bobbed flamboyantly,
unremembered by the head it festooned.
"He is an appealing pup," Jack murmured to himself.
The Interceptor lay at anchor, tucked up into a tiny shallow bay barely
larger than ten of her hull, surrounded on five of six sides by the palms
growing from the low coral atoll. They had spent hours furling the sails and
disguising her mast as the tallest of the palms on the island. Jack's sharp
manner had betrayed his nervousness throughout the process, but now that the
sun was setting and the concealment was complete, he returned to his more
characteristic good nature.
"That's well done then." Jack said, relieved. He sucked at one of many minor
cuts on his hand, received from the razor-edged palm fronds. "We've still
some hours before the current shifts with the night breeze and the tides. No
sense in rowing against it at the moment, when we can arrive at the same
time with a quarter of the effort.
"Come on and let's see if we can get another bite to eat in you, Will." Jack
continued, as he clapped an arm across the other man's shoulder and guided
him down to the galley, where they had eaten Will's attempts at cooking, a
few hours earlier. "We'll be drinking socially this evening, and it would
behoove you to lay down a good base in advance, if you're going to be
knocking them back with this crowd."
Will turned his head, and caught his captain full in the face with the pink
ostrich feather. Jack sputtered, and snatched the offending article from
"Sorry..." Will began, but Jack held up a hand to forestall him.
"No apologies, just that it's time to remove the hats for the evening," Jack
bared his gold-flecked teeth, and removed his own battered leather tricorne
as well. "Even if you are tremendously fetching in the thing, lad." Jack
smirked and winked.
As they chewed on the remaining now-stale biscuits and slurped cold potato
chowder, Will rolled his shoulders again, fighting the stiffness that was
settling there. "Still sore, eh?" Jack queried. "Here, mate. Swing 'round
this way. I'll untie the knots for ye." Jack straddled the bench behind
Will, and brought his hands up to Will's neck.
After a moment or two of Jack's expert fingers on his shoulders, Will
inhaled deeply and his eyelids drooped. "Thanks, Jack," he said in a drowsy
voice. "I guess I'm just not accustomed to wrapping sails and climbing trees
and steering boats."
"S'alright, mate. At least you didn't spend the day leaned over the rail,
feeding the fishies, which is what I half expected ye to do." Jack's hands
were working their way down the muscles on either side of Will's spine, the
thumbs circling and releasing the tension from the young man's back.
"So...tell me about this girl of yours, then." Will's back suddenly returned
to its former rigidity, every tendon and ligament pulled taut with the
strain of his emotions. Before Will could reply that Miss Swann was not "his
girl", Jack exploded.
"Bloody Hell! You are a useless menace, to yourself and to those around you,
boy!" Jack stood and made as if to kick the bench over, but remembered in
time that the seating in a ship's mess would be nailed to the floor. Instead
he grabbed Will by the shoulders, roughly, and cried, "I cannot take you
into Bloody TORTUGA, if you are this wound up over that pretty little bit of
tail! I've seen you today! You can't keep your mind on a task for more than
three minutes at a time. You gaze off to the distance, and you grow a bulge
in yer breeches! It's been painfully obvious that I was mistaken about the
eunuch business. How long has it been since you got any, mate? Because I can
tell you right now, it's been far too long!"
Will sputtered incoherently, incapable of forming a response.
"Well? I asked you a question, lad." Jack moved in close to Will's face, and
whispered so that Will could feel his breath, touching his lips. "How long
since someone made you cry out in passion, eh? How long since anyone's
Jack reached up behind Will's head, and covered the blacksmith's mouth with
his own. Entwining his fingers through Will's hair at the nape of the neck,
Jack sought entry past the lips with his tongue. Startled beyond belief,
Will opened his mouth to speak, but was unable to make any noises but
muffled ones. And he found his body responding to the passionate kissing
that Jack was inflicting on him.
Jack disentangled his left hand from the brown locks he held, reached down
to feel the front of Will's breeches, and detected the firmness growing
there. He chuckled through the kiss, and began to stroke the fabric in
earnest. Will moaned quietly, and Jack took that as a sign that he could
ease off on the kiss, and come up for a bit of air.
Jack was mistaken.
"Bloody Hell!" It was Will's turn to swear. He shoved Jack away from himself
as roughly as he could. "What are you doing?"
Jack laughed. "It seems I'm trying to get you to a sane mental state, by
getting into your pants, luv."
Will backed away further, his eyes wide. "No..."
"Alright. Then our bargain is null and void. I'll let you off wherever you
find it convenient. Tortuga to your liking? Or shall we sail back to
Jamaica? It's been a while since I've visited the Keys..."
"You're breaking your word?" Will was bewildered, out of his depth, and was
still combating his body's response to Jack's kiss.
"No, you're the one who broke the accord first, luv. You said you'd do
anything, even die, for your fair lady." Jack placed his hand over his heart
dramatically. "But now, you say you won't have a little roll in the sheets,
to clear your head; and I can tell you, that head needs to be cleared!" Jack
paused to give Will a moment to take in his words. "I won't go further with
you on this venture, unless and until you find some way to clear the
cobwebs, lad. Otherwise, I can virtually guarantee you'll be the death of
me, savvy?" Jack folded his arms over his chest. "I don't see what the
problem is, mate. We're stuck here for a couple of hours anyway. What have
you got to lose?"
Will ducked his head in a vain attempt to hide his blush, but even in the
dim lanternlight belowdecks, Jack could see it.
"Ye Gods and Monsters. Ye never have done?" Jack was stunned to silence. In
the world he inhabited, for a handsome lad to reach the age and maturity of
a journeyman blacksmith and still to have never tasted the pleasures of the
flesh? It was unheard of.
"I..." Will stammered and looked at the floor. "I..."
Jack stepped forward, and took Will's chin in his hand. Raising the
contorted face so he could look Will in the eye, Jack quietly stated, "I
think ye best come with me, luv. We're doin' this one right." Jack released
his chin and grasped Will's right hand in his own left, and led him through
the ship. On the passage over the deck, the Pirate leaned down and lifted
Will's pink plumed hat from the boards, and carried it along. He then threw
open the door to the Captain's Quarters. Releasing Will's hand, Jack ordered
Will to sit on the bed and lit the tapers around the room.
"I-I-I'd rather it was dark, actually." Will's voice shook.
Jack pouted. "But then I can't watch you enjoy it."
"I-I-I'm not enjoying it."
"But you will." Jack's vulpine grin lit his face. They had long since
discarded their waistcoats in the heated exercise of disguising the ship,
and both wore only shirts, breeches, and boots at this point. He knelt at
Will's feet, and tugged off each boot with an expert pull and twist motion.
He took each foot, one at a time, and massaged it firmly. Then he stepped
gracefully out of his own boots, and kicked the four into a pile beneath the
Jack rose and sat on the bed at Will's side, then reached over and slowly,
painstakingly, unfastened each button on Will's muslin shirt. Running his
hands over Will's nearly hairless chest, he leaned over and kissed him
again, far more gently this time. Will neither pulled away nor responded.
After a moment, Jack paused to remove his own shirt. As he did so, he said,
"Some things you need to know. Love play is a game. But the object is not to
come in first, but rather to come in last. And ladies always go first.
Anything that happens here tonight is not to be spoken of, later. Kissing
and telling is ungentlemanly. And finally, Relax! We're not leaving this
boat until you're less tightly strung, lad."
Jack's body was a canvas of tattoos, scars, and even a shark bite. Will's
eyes grew wide when he saw that, and he reached to touch the semi-circle of
tiny, untanned triangle scars. Jack let him explore briefly, and then leaned
in to suck at Will's neck. As Jack's hand slid over Will's chest, pausing to
give some attention to the hardening nipple, Will's hand also moved over
Jack's skin, feeling the texture, the tiny divots of scars, the slightly
rougher tattoos, and the nubbin of Jack's nipple as well.
Jack's hands slid around the back of Will, and their mouths sought each
other. Jack leaned back on the bed, pulling Will over atop him as he dropped
back to lie on the pillows. Will was the first to use his tongue in this
kiss, and Jack let him lead, although inexpertly. Jack's hands played over
the muscles of his shoulders, and down his back to clutch at his buttocks
through the breeches.
Will broke off their kiss. "Ow! damn! ouch!" he whispered, and pulled away
to kneel above Jack's legs. Will's hand darted into his own pants and
readjusted his offending member, which had grown in an awkward position, and
was bending in a painful way in the folds of fabric.
Jack laughed heartily, and reached into his own breeches to adjust his own
growing problem. "How about you help me loosen these a bit?" Jack asked.
Will's hands trembled, but he managed the laces somehow. Jack arched his
back and lifted his hips, hoping to get his hint across, and Will obliged by
sliding the leather down below his thighs. Jack squirmed and kicked them off
to the foot of the bed. "Now you're wearing too much, luv," Jack
purred as he lay on his back, nude. His hair was dark all over, but not
particularly thick, except on his head. His cock stood stiff and ready. It
suddenly occurred to Will that Jack was equally tanned stem to stern.
Will looked at Jack's body silently, as he unlaced his own breeches. He
stepped out of the bed to stand on the floor and drop them off his ankles,
but before he could return to the bed and Jack's side, the pirate spoke.
"Wait." He was breathless. "Wait." He looked Will up and down. Will's
mainmast stood at attention, his slender hips barely curving on either side,
the bones of the pelvis making shadows across his pale skin. He was
dark-skinned above the beltline, but pale as moonlight from the waist to the
knees. Jack took his fingers and on each side, traced the line from the
crest of the bone to Will's thigh. Then he took the shaft and enclosed it in
his hands, just holding it still, watching Will's face the entire time. The
play of shock and joy and madness and intensity that passed over Will's face
was a beautiful sight. "Ah," Jack sighed, "I love the view of unexplored
territory," but Will did not hear him. Jack pulled gently on the convenient
handle, urging Will back into the bed with him, and guiding the young man to
lie atop him.
Will gasped and shivered as the skin of their bodies touched along their
full length. "Jack," he whispered. "Jack... I can't..." The sweat stood out
in droplets on Will's back, and Jack smoothed the spots to a glistening
sheen with his sea-roughened hands.
"Hush, hush..." Jack reassured. "Yes, you can." And he began to grind their
hips together. The smooth skin of their erections glided together with a
slippery intensity. Jack's hands held Will's hips firmly against his own,
and squeezed nearly hard enough to bruise. He sought Will's mouth with his
own: hungry, devouring, ravenous, seeking to acquire every mote of the
younger man's existence, through his kiss.
Will's eyes closed. Jack's skin smelled of sweat and salt and rum and...
something else. Something he had not the words for. As Jack sucked at his
tongue, he felt his loins tighten for release, and he cried out. Jacks
fingers marked his skin as he shuddered and bucked against the pirate.
Jack's bellyskin grew warmer and wetter, and Will collapsed bonelessly into
him. Jack let him lie for a moment or two, and then grunted, "Yer a bit
heavy, darlin'. Ye mind?" He rolled Will off of himself, to the wall side of
the bed, then tugged at the soft linen pillowcase behind his head, removing
it from the pillow. He dabbed their skins clean with the fabric, and tossed
it across the room. "Well. You're quite the sprinter, luv. Can't say as I'm
surprised, but then there's still plenty of time yet, so that's not a
Will's eyes flew open. Jack was holding the Pink Hat. He drew out the
ostrich feather, and twirled it between thumb and forefinger. It bounced and
fluttered enticingly. "How ticklish are ye, lad?" Will's eyes grew wider.
Jack set down the hat carefully on the nightstand, and then sat astraddle
Will's legs at the knee.
The feather played back and forth across Will's chest. Will smiled, amused.
Jack smiled back. The feather circled in a figure eight, looping each nipple
with every pass. Then the figure rotated to circle Will's bellybutton and
sternum. "Is this really necessary?" Will inquired, as the feather dipped
lower towards his nether regions.
Jack lifted the feather out of the way, to gain an unimpeded view of Will's
body. With his other hand, he cupped Will's flaccid member. Grimacing in
dismay, Jack said, "Looks like it is, luv."
"No, I mean, can't we be done now?" Will asked. "I did what you asked of
Jack's eyes flared. "Listen here, you scurvy whelp!" He took a deep breath
to calm himself, then shook his head sadly. "I feel sorry for whoever
becomes your wife," Jack murmured.
Will's eyes were drawn downward to Jack's still-very-erect cock. His mouth
formed a little "oh" of dismay. Jack's shoulders shook with amusement. "Ah,
the boy has a thought pass through his little brain. Watch as it dawns on
Will's strong arms suddenly reached up and encircled Jack's shoulders,
pulling him down into an embrace. Will kissed Jack's lips, and ran his hands
up and down Jack's back. Then, tentatively at first, Will reached around to
the front of Jack's groin to touch the firm smoothness there. Jack's was
different than his own, he was struck by the thought. Just a bit longer, but
less big around. He found himself wanting to look. And he began to swell
again, himself. He stroked Jack gently, in a way he liked to stroke himself,
although the angle was different: fingers around the front and palm gliding
over the head.
He looked at Jack's face. Jack was enjoying it! He could make Jack moan! The
thought of it made Will a little light-headed. How did he get himself in
this position, anyway?
Jack's eyes caught Will's "Hold that thought," said Jack. And he hopped out
of the bed and disappeared through the doorway. Will lay in the bed,
bewildered, vulnerable and confused.
The ostrich feather fluttered on the floor beside the bed, forgotten.
Jack returned in just a moment, carrying a small earthenware jar, a wooden
spoon, and a small blue-glass flask stoppered with cork.
Will had gone soft again in Jack's absence. "What in heaven is that?" Will
"Heaven in a jar, mate." Jack set his cargo on the bedside table. He
examined the things he had brought, and came to a quick decision. Lifting
the lid from the earthenware jar, he dipped his finger in the golden
contents, and placed it to Will's lips. Will tasted honey...honey flavored
with just a touch of lavender. Jack raised an eyebrow and lifted the finger
to his own lips, sucking it rhythmically in and out of his mouth.
Then Jack dipped the spoon in the jar, twirled it carefully, and lifted it
with a deft flick of his wrist. Quickly moving it over Will's skin, he
drizzled a thin, cool stream of it onto the un-erect member. Jack smiled
wickedly at the involuntary recoil that it did. Dropping the spoon back in
the jar, he leaned over Will's cock and lapped at the honey gently with his
Will gasped and stiffened. Some parts of him more than others.
"Ye like that one, eh?" Jack inquired solicitously. "How 'bout this?" An he
took the head in his mouth and laved it vigorously, in circles.
Will felt as if explosions were going off inside his body. Never had he
imagined anything so...
"That's enough for you, mate. I doubt we've time for a Three-Fer, tonight at
any rate." Jack interrupted. "My turn." Jack grabbed the pot of honey, and
passed it to Will, then lay back on the pillow, arms behind his head
expectantly. "Don't be shy."
But Will was shy anyway. Or scared. He fumbled with the spoon handle, and
some dribbled on the sheets before he got it to Jack's body; but soon Will
was lost in the play of the candlelight on the thin stream of honey, as it
fell on Jack. He made tiny designs with the fine line of sugary substance,
wandering his spoon up and down the canvas of Jack's entire front.
Jack cleared his throat. "And...?"
Will set down to honey jar. He looked at Jack. Jack was beautiful. His
beads, his hair, his scars and tattoos. His eyes.
Will lowered his mouth to Jack's cock, and took it inside. The sweetness of
the honey was exquisite. The lavender mixed with the musk of Jack's skin to
create a heady blend of scent and taste. He began to move up and down along
the length, just as Jack had done to him a few moments earlier. He brought
his hands up, and cupped Jack's balls and massaged the base of the cock in
his mouth. He felt the hardness between his lips strain with further
intensity. A smile played at the corner of Will's mouth. He was good at
this. He concentrated on listening to the signals that Jack was giving,
voluntary and involuntary. He found it surprisingly arousing to watch
He concentrated so intently on Jack's enjoyment, that he almost missed it.
Jack began to subtly throb, and he whispered, "Ready or not, luv..."
Will nearly choked, but the sweetness of the honey helped him to swallow...
and swallow... and swallow... as Jack spent himself in gush after gush into
the younger man's mouth. The taste wasn't really unpleasant, just very...
different. Will knew he'd never eat honey again without thinking of this
Jack grinned. "It's an acquired taste, I'll grant you. But lucky for you, I
seem to have acquired it." Still coated in honey over most of his torso,
Jack sat up and held Will tight against himself. Sliding downward and
spreading the sticky mess all over Will as he went, Jack paused at strategic
points on his way south to lick and kiss and nibble the various tasty bits
Will was lost in a world of sensation as Jack did so. And when Jack finally
brought that mouth over his sex for the second time that night, Will plunged
over the edge of that abyss instantly. Everything went black for a moment,
and he was lost to sight and sound as the blood pounded in his veins and
Jack seemed to suck out the very marrow of his being.
Will gradually returned to normal cognizance. Jack was sprawled next to him,
gazing at him with playful eyes.
Jack leaned forward and whispered in Will's ear. "Last one in the water is a
pox-ridden monkey!" and he bounded over Will and out the doorway, his naked
bits dangling and flapping in a ludicrous fashion as he ran. Will leapt up
to pursue, but as he did so, he stepped with a honey-coated foot on the
ostrich feather that still drifted lazily beneath the captain's bed.
Balancing on the other foot to remove it, Will paused, and smiled.
Carefully, licking his fingers clean before he did so, he retrieved his Pink
Hat, and decorously placed the feather back in its rightful place on the
band. Then, shaking the hair back out of his face with a toss of his head,
he put the hat on and swaggered out onto the deck.
"Nice hat." And he smiled.