their escape, one of the first things Jack teaches Will is how to find all
the Pearl's lines in the dark. Jack runs Will through them all over
and over again, first in daylight, then in the dark, and finally blindfolded
in the dead of night. When Will's found his way across the ship using touch
and smell and hearing, locating every line by instinct, Jack catches him
(still blindfolded) and presses him against the mainmast, kissing him
Will is startled, but not entirely surprised; he's recognized the hunger in
Jack's gaze. And he can't deny that he's desperate for this sort of
attention. He misses Elizabeth, but more than that, he's lonely, and longs
for a kind touch, for anyone's warm lips on his own. And perhaps he's wanted
this exact thing without realizing it - Jack's rough hands holding
him still, tearing at his clothes and tying him to the shrouds; Jack's voice
muttering the lewdest things imaginable in his ear, telling him exactly what
he's going to do to him, every word illustrated with the most persuasive
touch, every reaction marked and provoked again.
The world is reduced to panting breath on damp skin, Jack's thumb dragging
back and forth across the curve of Will's bottom lip, the musty smell of
Jack's hair. The blindfold cuts into Will's eyelids, splashing bright lights
across his darkened vision. He can't see a thing; for all he knows this
scene is being played out for the benefit of the entire crew.
This humiliating thought shouldn't make Will buck into the wet heat
surrounding him, shouldn't lead him to spread his legs further for the
finger that's pressing inside him.
Everything about this is sinful and indecent and Will can't decide which is
worse - the way Jack is manhandling him, or how desperately Will
wants it. He strains against the ropes, barely noticing the way they chafe
and tear his skin. Half-formed objections die on his lips and turn to
pleading moans - "more. . .harder. . .please!" - then degenerate into
frantic whimpering. Finally, Will sags into his bonds, knees buckling from
the force of his climax.
Jack licks him clean, and then the knots are loosened and Will falls to his
knees, fumbling blindly for the buttons on Jack's breeches. Before he can
change his mind, Jack's thrusting into his mouth, hard and fast, and Will
almost gags. Jack eases up, allows Will to set the pace, and Will discovers
that if he lets his jaw go slack, he can take more of him in his mouth.
Jack's strangled cries are enough to make Will's cock stand at attention
once more; then he says "Will," and his voice cracks, and Will is
very nearly undone. Hands clench in Will's hair, and Jack stiffens, pulling
back. Sticky warmth splashes onto Will's face.
Jack pulls off Will's blindfold. "Aye, you'll do." His tone is bland, but
the satisfied gleam in his eye leaves no mistake as to his meaning.