scruffy_love: PotC: Sparrington: Hunted Part II
Hunted Part I
Title: Hunted Part II
Author: xchristabelx
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jack Sparrow/James Norrington
Words: 7127 (the whole story)
Summary: One of the men under James’ command survived the hurricane. He vows revenge against the commodore whose obsession cost the unit their lives.
Author's note: Ok, so it's been an insanely long time since I last wrote anything this long and it took me long enough. XD I'll warn here and now. The characters might be a bit OOC, so if you can't deal with that, then please don't flame. Now fully betaed.
Enjoy, everyone. :)
It was two weeks after Jack had found James that James was getting very irritated with still being bed ridden. He had rarely ever been sick and even if he had been he had made a point of ignoring it to his best abilities and so he was a very difficult patient. But the doctor stayed firm in his opinion that the former commodore would need another week for his wounds to heal completely. James tried to protest and asked Jack to at least give him some easy chores on deck, but Jack claimed he’d have the Doc after him if he did that.
Jack and James got along surprisingly well to the extent that they weren’t intent on killing each other. Being reluctant roommates though had made living with each other very trying in the beginning. They disagreed about everything there was to disagree about, bickering all the time. The one time that Gibbs had overheard their disagreements he had accused them of sounding like an old couple, an amused twinkle in his eyes. Both men had shut their mouths immediately and Jack had sent Gibbs on his way, muttering about “not funny” while James had suddenly become very interested in the bed sheets.
After that day there was a lot less bickering to be heard and they actually managed to have some civilised conversations, James coming to the conclusion that Jack was a lot more educated than he had ever let on and Jack finding that the stick up James’ backside had obviously been partially removed together with the title and the wig about which Jack teased the former commodore relentlessly.
During the third week of being forced to rest in the captain’s cabin all day, James thought he might go insane. The ship’s doctor had removed the bandages and declared that the bullet wounds and broken ribs were healing nicely, but even James had to admit that he did still feel a little sore. He spent brief periods walking on deck, but it seemed that the Doc, as everyone on the Black Pearl called the man, was there at all times, shooing James back below deck. It also didn’t help that the elderly man had taken to calling James ‘son’, as it caused the former commodore to be very embarrassed.
One afternoon during hat week James found himself pacing the short stretch of the cabin, feeling his whole body crawl with the urge to do something, anything. Looking about the room, James’ eyes came to rest on the table which Jack used as a desk and to rest his feet upon. It was covered in maps and little bits and pieces as well as empty rum bottles, of course. James rolled his eyes at the amount of them. He sometimes really wondered about when Jack had last been completely sober.
Looking at the maps, there was nothing that James could make of the notes that lay beside them, written in surprisingly neat handwriting which once again made him wonder who Jack had been before he had become the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow.
Stepping back from the desk, James suddenly noticed something on the floor, wedged under one of the table’s legs, obviously to keep the surface level. It was a book and after having another look around the cabin James concluded that it was the only book that could be found in there which didn’t appear to be a log or something else he didn’t dare touch.
Another thing that had changed was that James had actually come to respect Jack as a captain. Not his captain, but a captain of a ship nonetheless and so it was James’ honour that prevented him from prying.
Having carefully removed the empty bottles and anything else breakable from he table, James crouched down next to the uneven leg and noted that it would only make the table tilt slightly if he removed the book. He did so, mindful not to disturb anything on top of the surface and succeeded.
James dusted the book off and his eyebrows shot up to his hairline when he read the title. It was a copy of William Shakespeare’s ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’.
A chuckle escaped his lips. It seemed so much like Jack to use such a book for practical purposes rather than for reading it.
It was a book, some entertainment, and James didn’t remember ever reading it before, so he decided it was the best he would get at the moment. Flopping down on the bunk once more he began to read.
Jack came back to the cabin that night, rum bottle in hand, his steps a little more swaying than usual. James looked up from his reading and watched mildly interested as Jack flopped down onto the chair at the table and placed his feet up on the top. A slight frown crept onto the captain’s face and he removed his feet once more and placed the bottle of rum he had been holding on the table. It nearly slipped off and Jack could only just catch it before it went over the edge to shatter on the floor. Cursing, Jack got up, swaying on the spot and went to inspect the table’s leg, finding the book missing from under it.
Jack turned to James and pointed an accusing finger at him. “You.” He said, glaring. “You took me book.”
“I was bored.” James replied mildly. “It’s the only book in here that one can actually read.”
Jack opened his mouth and closed it again. “I nearly spilled me rum.” He ranted. “Would ‘ave been a horrible waste of perfectly fine rum.” He declared, looking more comical than annoyed.
James rolled his eyes “Jack, you used a Shakespeare book to even out the table. That is a waste of perfectly fine literature.” He countered, enjoying this little banter.
The captain huffed and went to rummage through a drawer, finally pulling out a wooden wedge which he placed where the book had been. Nodding in satisfactions he sat back down on the chair and made himself comfortable, sipping his rum.
James read on for a while before turning his head to watch Jack as he traced a route on a map with a pair of compasses. It was a rare thing to see Jack so concentrated, almost absent and James couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something was wrong, but deciding that it might only be his own unease speaking, he didn’t mention his observations. But there was one other subject he had to speak about.
“Jack, what is the next port you are planning to stop at?” James asked, sitting up on the side of the bed.
The captain looked up from his work and replied “Why, Tortuga o’ course.” He said, his eyes lighting up immediately. “Ye ever been to Tortuga?”
James shook his head and Jack sighed dramatically. “It is indeed a sad life that has never breathed deep the sweet proliferous bouquet that is Tortuga.” He exclaimed, gesturing wildly with his hands.
James nodded doubtfully. “If you say so. I have heard of the place, though. It doesn’t sound to be the place I would want to begin going about reorganizing my life.” He clarified his point.
Jack nodded. “Ah.” He said. “Ye could of course join me crew.” He told James, looking as serious as possible. James just snorted at the prospect and looked even more doubtful.
Jack shook his head. “Well, then.” He declared. “I guess we could drop ye off at a different port after Tortuga.”
The Black Pearl docked at the port of Tortuga at sundown three days later. Jack sent all the crew out to get supplies while he went to acquire some information. By now James was sure that Jack was planning something, that something big was going on. Jack had been very tense recently, drinking a lot, even more than usual, and avoiding everyone’s questions. Even the crew had noticed that something was amiss with their captain. But every time someone asked the him about it, Jack gave some elaborate confusing answer that really didn’t give away anything and made even less sense.
Just before everyone left the ship, James tried to talk to Jack again.
“Jack, are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” he asked, joining Jack in the cabin where he was having a last look at some maps.
“Everything’s fine.” Jack replied, giving James a golden grin. “Nothing ye need to worry about.”
James rolled his eyes. “Fine, don’t tell me. But you’re acting as if there was trouble brewing.” That was exactly the thought that had been on James’ mind for some time now. He’d been sharing he cabin with Jack for some weeks now and he noticed a well concealed, but still noticeable nervousness in the pirate and that was something he had never seriously seen in Jack. Not even at the gallows, the day he was supposed to die.
“Alright, then.” James told Jack. “I’ll be joining the crew to get supplies.” And he turned and walked to the door.
“Why do ye even care?” Jack asked, just as James was about to leave the room. “Yer leaving soon anyway.”
The slamming of the door was the last thing Jack heard of James at that moment.
Several hours later Jack’s mood was a lot better. He had all the information he needed. Bearings of an island and the knowledge of what exactly it was he was looking for and how he would get it. Also, the bottle of rum that he was currently carrying in his hand was an incredible improvement as well. And now he was on the way to join his crew for a night of drinking and hopefully something more.
Jack made his way to The Faithful Bride which was the tavern he and his crew frequented every time they were in Tortuga. At the door he met Gibbs who was currently leaving together with a woman of about forty whose face was heavily made up with powder and kohl.
The two men exchanged greetings and Gibbs informed him that most of the crew had left already.
“Oh, but Cap’n, I think ye should help yer former commodore out a bit. The girls like him a lot.”
Jack nodded and moved towards the table where James was sitting, a girl on each side of him who were very busy with flaunting their goods. As an afterthought, though, Jack turned on he spot and Glared at Gibbs. “He’s not my former commodore. Ye’d do good rememberin’ that.”
Gibbs only nodded and grinned at Jack, before his company for the night ushered him out onto the street.
Upon arriving at the table, Jack shooed away the girls who were already trying to use their charms on him. But Jack just brushed their affections off, already used to being the centre of attention whenever he entered a tavern, no matter where.
Having sent the ladies on their way, Jack slid onto the bench next to James, who was slouched there and was nursing what Jack thought was certainly not his first mug of rum.
The captain waved a hand in front of James’ face, making the other man’s eyes turn to him unfocused.
James tried to raise an eyebrow in his usual manner, but in his inebriated state it looked rather more comical and consequently made Jack laugh.
James glared at him. “What’s so funny?” he demanded, slurring his words.
Jack shook his head. “Ye’re too drunk to look intimidating, James.” He chided.
The look that the former commodore shot him could have turned fresh milk sour and he looked away and sighed tiredly. “What do you want?” he slurred, turning to glare at Jack again.
Jack sighed dramatically. “I was actually goin’ to tell you what I’ve been doing, but I guess that can wait ‘til tomorrow.” Sliding an arm around James’ shoulders, Jack helped him stand up and supported him to the door. “I think its best we get ye back to the Pearl now.”
“I can walk alone.” James complained, breaking away from Jack and stumbling immediately. Jack rolled his eyes. “Ye’re drunk as a… sailor.” He told James, laying the supporting arm back in place.
“So why do you care?” James rounded on Jack and gave him a surprisingly clear glare before storming off in the direction of the ship, only swaying slightly.
Jack sighed. James wasn’t quite as drunk as he’d thought, but actually more angry, probably.
With a sound of frustration the captain took off after James and soon caught up with him in a small narrow alley that led to the port.
“Bloody hell.” Jack cursed. “Are ye goin’ to wait for me?”
James sighed in aggravation and stopped walking, turning to wait for Jack. The captain circled James and effectively blocked the way. “Right. Me thinks ye’re overreacting a little.” Jack told James, gesturing with his hands. “Now, if this is about earlier. I didn’ meant to snap at ye, alrigh’? So how about we take ourselves back to the Pearl an’…”
But Jack couldn’t finish his sentence, because James had him pinned to the rough wall of one of the houses that lined the alley and was effectively silencing him with a hot, rough kiss. It went on for some time, a battle of tongues, hands exploring the other’s outline. Jack broke away first, though, pushing James back a little in the process.
“No, no, no.” Jack waved his hands wildly, his eyes wide. “Ye don’t want to be doing this. Ye’re drunk.” Jack had still tasted the rum on James tongue and it was a very nice experience, but he didn’t want to do anything James would want to kill him for in the morning.
In a second James was back, standing closer to Jack than ever. “I’m sober enough to know what I want. And right now that’s you. Right here.”
Jack swallowed hard, feeling desire build up within him and he nodded, letting James push him back up against the wall again.
This time it was Jack who claimed James’ lips first, with a bruising passion. James laid his arms around Jack’s waist and pulled him closer, crushing their bodies together as well as both their growing erections.
James moaned as Jack wriggled his hips sensuously which was rewarded by James ripping open Jack’s shirt with one swift movement.
Jack purred in approval, not unlike a cat that was being petted as James began to assault his throat and shoulders with kisses and nips that travelled lower until they reached Jack’s nipples.
He teased the hard nubs mercilessly and Jack did the same with James’ erection rolling his hips and pressing his own hard-on against James’.
The former commodore’s breath hitched in his throat and he moaned lowly at the sensations that were running through his body. This was too slow, far too little contact, so James slid his hands below Jack’s open shirt, mapping out the captain’s well-defined abs and chest before moving them down and doing away with Jack’s belt in a jiffy.
“Ye’ve done this before.” Jack gasped, pressing his erection into James’ hands desperate for contact.
James didn’t answer; he just flashed Jack a wicked grin and gave his hard cock one languid stroke.
Jack was unbelievably glad that James’ taller frame was practically holding him up against the wall, because the other man’s ministrations made his knees go weak.
“Oh, bloody hell.” He gasped as James began to run his thumb over the tip of Jack’s erection, setting all of Jack’s senses on fire.
Not wanting to do nothing, Jack reached for James once more and pulled him into a frantic kiss, divesting James of his shirt and running his hands over the smooth expanse of pale skin that was revealed. Leaning down, Jack ran his tongue over the thin scar that was the remainder of the gash that James had obtained during the fight with Talbot.
Shuddering with pleasure at having Jack’s tongue so close to his lower regions James moaned the pirate captain’s name and threaded his hands through thick black hair while Jack’s hands worked on he buckle of James’ belt and the laces of his breaches.
Soon Jack was freeing James’ erection of its confines and James pressed into the touch immediately, making Jack chuckle and kneel down on the floor to lick across the tip of the hard prick.
James had to support himself against the wall now to keep his knees from giving out at the sensations that where now coursing from his cock through his whole body as Jack sucked on the erect member with skill.
This went on until James’ moans were hoarse with arousal and he thought he couldn’t hold back much longer. Tugging at Jack’s hair, he made the captain stand back up.
“Turn around.” James breathed against Jack’s ear. “Let me take you.”
The pirate’s breath hitched at hearing James’ words and he was only too happy to comply, letting James know by turning to face the wall and letting his breaches fall around his ankles, flaunting his backside in James’ face.
The other man chuckled and used both his hands to cup both cheeks of Jack’s perfect buttocks, humming in approval.
Pressing Jack right up against the wall, James whispered into his ear. “I’m going to make you scream.” He announced and slid a spit-slicked finger against Jack’s entrance.
Jack’s hands scrabbled against the wall and he pressed back against the finger as it slid inside, a little pain soon giving way to a lot of pleasure as James began to prepare the pirate for penetration.
“Oh, bloody hell, yes.” Jack moaned when James found his sweet spot and began to tease it mercilessly. “Inside me, now.” Jack’s voice was raspy, but the order was clear and James was of course glad to follow it.
Letting his own breaches fall, he slicked his cock with his own precum and some spit and pressed it against Jack’s opening slowly. The keening sound that escaped the captain’s throat then was too much for James. With one swift motion of his hips he sheathed himself to the hilt in Jack’s tight hot passage and moaned his pleasure loudly.
James started a slow rhythm, but it soon became a lot faster and rougher, James sliding out almost completely and pounding back in to hit Jack’s sweet spot as often as possible. His ears were met by rewarding moans and incoherent words as Jack rested his body against the wall for support while thoroughly enjoying being buggered senseless by James.
Just when he thought his pleasure couldn’t become any more, James’ hand moved around Jack’s body to take hold of Jack’s erection and stroke it in time with hard deep thrusts.
The burning sensation of orgasm built up long and maddeningly slow in Jack’s stomach and coiled outward back to his cock, shooting out of it in hot pearly spurts as James ran his thumb across the tip of Jack’s erection once more.
The force of his orgasm was earth shattering to Jack, rendering him senseless for the time being.
James couldn’t hold back anymore when he felt Jack’s muscles clench around him. He came forcefully inside Jack, some of the cum dripping out of Jack’s entrance. His body shaking with white-hot pleasure, James collapsed against Jack’s back, riding out the waves like a ship on the ocean.
Both men slid to the ground spent and sated, comfortable in each others arms, neither of them caring that someone could find them. It was unlikely anyway.
James let his head fall on Jack’s shoulder tiredly, nibbling at Jack’s ear lobe while he was at it. Jack chuckled in response and turned his head to claim James lips in a passionate but sweet kiss.
“Are ye sure ye don’ want to join me crew?”
A/N: Please review. :)
Title: Hunted Part II
Author: xchristabelx
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jack Sparrow/James Norrington
Words: 7127 (the whole story)
Summary: One of the men under James’ command survived the hurricane. He vows revenge against the commodore whose obsession cost the unit their lives.
Author's note: Ok, so it's been an insanely long time since I last wrote anything this long and it took me long enough. XD I'll warn here and now. The characters might be a bit OOC, so if you can't deal with that, then please don't flame. Now fully betaed.
Enjoy, everyone. :)
It was two weeks after Jack had found James that James was getting very irritated with still being bed ridden. He had rarely ever been sick and even if he had been he had made a point of ignoring it to his best abilities and so he was a very difficult patient. But the doctor stayed firm in his opinion that the former commodore would need another week for his wounds to heal completely. James tried to protest and asked Jack to at least give him some easy chores on deck, but Jack claimed he’d have the Doc after him if he did that.
Jack and James got along surprisingly well to the extent that they weren’t intent on killing each other. Being reluctant roommates though had made living with each other very trying in the beginning. They disagreed about everything there was to disagree about, bickering all the time. The one time that Gibbs had overheard their disagreements he had accused them of sounding like an old couple, an amused twinkle in his eyes. Both men had shut their mouths immediately and Jack had sent Gibbs on his way, muttering about “not funny” while James had suddenly become very interested in the bed sheets.
After that day there was a lot less bickering to be heard and they actually managed to have some civilised conversations, James coming to the conclusion that Jack was a lot more educated than he had ever let on and Jack finding that the stick up James’ backside had obviously been partially removed together with the title and the wig about which Jack teased the former commodore relentlessly.
During the third week of being forced to rest in the captain’s cabin all day, James thought he might go insane. The ship’s doctor had removed the bandages and declared that the bullet wounds and broken ribs were healing nicely, but even James had to admit that he did still feel a little sore. He spent brief periods walking on deck, but it seemed that the Doc, as everyone on the Black Pearl called the man, was there at all times, shooing James back below deck. It also didn’t help that the elderly man had taken to calling James ‘son’, as it caused the former commodore to be very embarrassed.
One afternoon during hat week James found himself pacing the short stretch of the cabin, feeling his whole body crawl with the urge to do something, anything. Looking about the room, James’ eyes came to rest on the table which Jack used as a desk and to rest his feet upon. It was covered in maps and little bits and pieces as well as empty rum bottles, of course. James rolled his eyes at the amount of them. He sometimes really wondered about when Jack had last been completely sober.
Looking at the maps, there was nothing that James could make of the notes that lay beside them, written in surprisingly neat handwriting which once again made him wonder who Jack had been before he had become the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow.
Stepping back from the desk, James suddenly noticed something on the floor, wedged under one of the table’s legs, obviously to keep the surface level. It was a book and after having another look around the cabin James concluded that it was the only book that could be found in there which didn’t appear to be a log or something else he didn’t dare touch.
Another thing that had changed was that James had actually come to respect Jack as a captain. Not his captain, but a captain of a ship nonetheless and so it was James’ honour that prevented him from prying.
Having carefully removed the empty bottles and anything else breakable from he table, James crouched down next to the uneven leg and noted that it would only make the table tilt slightly if he removed the book. He did so, mindful not to disturb anything on top of the surface and succeeded.
James dusted the book off and his eyebrows shot up to his hairline when he read the title. It was a copy of William Shakespeare’s ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’.
A chuckle escaped his lips. It seemed so much like Jack to use such a book for practical purposes rather than for reading it.
It was a book, some entertainment, and James didn’t remember ever reading it before, so he decided it was the best he would get at the moment. Flopping down on the bunk once more he began to read.
Jack came back to the cabin that night, rum bottle in hand, his steps a little more swaying than usual. James looked up from his reading and watched mildly interested as Jack flopped down onto the chair at the table and placed his feet up on the top. A slight frown crept onto the captain’s face and he removed his feet once more and placed the bottle of rum he had been holding on the table. It nearly slipped off and Jack could only just catch it before it went over the edge to shatter on the floor. Cursing, Jack got up, swaying on the spot and went to inspect the table’s leg, finding the book missing from under it.
Jack turned to James and pointed an accusing finger at him. “You.” He said, glaring. “You took me book.”
“I was bored.” James replied mildly. “It’s the only book in here that one can actually read.”
Jack opened his mouth and closed it again. “I nearly spilled me rum.” He ranted. “Would ‘ave been a horrible waste of perfectly fine rum.” He declared, looking more comical than annoyed.
James rolled his eyes “Jack, you used a Shakespeare book to even out the table. That is a waste of perfectly fine literature.” He countered, enjoying this little banter.
The captain huffed and went to rummage through a drawer, finally pulling out a wooden wedge which he placed where the book had been. Nodding in satisfactions he sat back down on the chair and made himself comfortable, sipping his rum.
James read on for a while before turning his head to watch Jack as he traced a route on a map with a pair of compasses. It was a rare thing to see Jack so concentrated, almost absent and James couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something was wrong, but deciding that it might only be his own unease speaking, he didn’t mention his observations. But there was one other subject he had to speak about.
“Jack, what is the next port you are planning to stop at?” James asked, sitting up on the side of the bed.
The captain looked up from his work and replied “Why, Tortuga o’ course.” He said, his eyes lighting up immediately. “Ye ever been to Tortuga?”
James shook his head and Jack sighed dramatically. “It is indeed a sad life that has never breathed deep the sweet proliferous bouquet that is Tortuga.” He exclaimed, gesturing wildly with his hands.
James nodded doubtfully. “If you say so. I have heard of the place, though. It doesn’t sound to be the place I would want to begin going about reorganizing my life.” He clarified his point.
Jack nodded. “Ah.” He said. “Ye could of course join me crew.” He told James, looking as serious as possible. James just snorted at the prospect and looked even more doubtful.
Jack shook his head. “Well, then.” He declared. “I guess we could drop ye off at a different port after Tortuga.”
The Black Pearl docked at the port of Tortuga at sundown three days later. Jack sent all the crew out to get supplies while he went to acquire some information. By now James was sure that Jack was planning something, that something big was going on. Jack had been very tense recently, drinking a lot, even more than usual, and avoiding everyone’s questions. Even the crew had noticed that something was amiss with their captain. But every time someone asked the him about it, Jack gave some elaborate confusing answer that really didn’t give away anything and made even less sense.
Just before everyone left the ship, James tried to talk to Jack again.
“Jack, are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” he asked, joining Jack in the cabin where he was having a last look at some maps.
“Everything’s fine.” Jack replied, giving James a golden grin. “Nothing ye need to worry about.”
James rolled his eyes. “Fine, don’t tell me. But you’re acting as if there was trouble brewing.” That was exactly the thought that had been on James’ mind for some time now. He’d been sharing he cabin with Jack for some weeks now and he noticed a well concealed, but still noticeable nervousness in the pirate and that was something he had never seriously seen in Jack. Not even at the gallows, the day he was supposed to die.
“Alright, then.” James told Jack. “I’ll be joining the crew to get supplies.” And he turned and walked to the door.
“Why do ye even care?” Jack asked, just as James was about to leave the room. “Yer leaving soon anyway.”
The slamming of the door was the last thing Jack heard of James at that moment.
Several hours later Jack’s mood was a lot better. He had all the information he needed. Bearings of an island and the knowledge of what exactly it was he was looking for and how he would get it. Also, the bottle of rum that he was currently carrying in his hand was an incredible improvement as well. And now he was on the way to join his crew for a night of drinking and hopefully something more.
Jack made his way to The Faithful Bride which was the tavern he and his crew frequented every time they were in Tortuga. At the door he met Gibbs who was currently leaving together with a woman of about forty whose face was heavily made up with powder and kohl.
The two men exchanged greetings and Gibbs informed him that most of the crew had left already.
“Oh, but Cap’n, I think ye should help yer former commodore out a bit. The girls like him a lot.”
Jack nodded and moved towards the table where James was sitting, a girl on each side of him who were very busy with flaunting their goods. As an afterthought, though, Jack turned on he spot and Glared at Gibbs. “He’s not my former commodore. Ye’d do good rememberin’ that.”
Gibbs only nodded and grinned at Jack, before his company for the night ushered him out onto the street.
Upon arriving at the table, Jack shooed away the girls who were already trying to use their charms on him. But Jack just brushed their affections off, already used to being the centre of attention whenever he entered a tavern, no matter where.
Having sent the ladies on their way, Jack slid onto the bench next to James, who was slouched there and was nursing what Jack thought was certainly not his first mug of rum.
The captain waved a hand in front of James’ face, making the other man’s eyes turn to him unfocused.
James tried to raise an eyebrow in his usual manner, but in his inebriated state it looked rather more comical and consequently made Jack laugh.
James glared at him. “What’s so funny?” he demanded, slurring his words.
Jack shook his head. “Ye’re too drunk to look intimidating, James.” He chided.
The look that the former commodore shot him could have turned fresh milk sour and he looked away and sighed tiredly. “What do you want?” he slurred, turning to glare at Jack again.
Jack sighed dramatically. “I was actually goin’ to tell you what I’ve been doing, but I guess that can wait ‘til tomorrow.” Sliding an arm around James’ shoulders, Jack helped him stand up and supported him to the door. “I think its best we get ye back to the Pearl now.”
“I can walk alone.” James complained, breaking away from Jack and stumbling immediately. Jack rolled his eyes. “Ye’re drunk as a… sailor.” He told James, laying the supporting arm back in place.
“So why do you care?” James rounded on Jack and gave him a surprisingly clear glare before storming off in the direction of the ship, only swaying slightly.
Jack sighed. James wasn’t quite as drunk as he’d thought, but actually more angry, probably.
With a sound of frustration the captain took off after James and soon caught up with him in a small narrow alley that led to the port.
“Bloody hell.” Jack cursed. “Are ye goin’ to wait for me?”
James sighed in aggravation and stopped walking, turning to wait for Jack. The captain circled James and effectively blocked the way. “Right. Me thinks ye’re overreacting a little.” Jack told James, gesturing with his hands. “Now, if this is about earlier. I didn’ meant to snap at ye, alrigh’? So how about we take ourselves back to the Pearl an’…”
But Jack couldn’t finish his sentence, because James had him pinned to the rough wall of one of the houses that lined the alley and was effectively silencing him with a hot, rough kiss. It went on for some time, a battle of tongues, hands exploring the other’s outline. Jack broke away first, though, pushing James back a little in the process.
“No, no, no.” Jack waved his hands wildly, his eyes wide. “Ye don’t want to be doing this. Ye’re drunk.” Jack had still tasted the rum on James tongue and it was a very nice experience, but he didn’t want to do anything James would want to kill him for in the morning.
In a second James was back, standing closer to Jack than ever. “I’m sober enough to know what I want. And right now that’s you. Right here.”
Jack swallowed hard, feeling desire build up within him and he nodded, letting James push him back up against the wall again.
This time it was Jack who claimed James’ lips first, with a bruising passion. James laid his arms around Jack’s waist and pulled him closer, crushing their bodies together as well as both their growing erections.
James moaned as Jack wriggled his hips sensuously which was rewarded by James ripping open Jack’s shirt with one swift movement.
Jack purred in approval, not unlike a cat that was being petted as James began to assault his throat and shoulders with kisses and nips that travelled lower until they reached Jack’s nipples.
He teased the hard nubs mercilessly and Jack did the same with James’ erection rolling his hips and pressing his own hard-on against James’.
The former commodore’s breath hitched in his throat and he moaned lowly at the sensations that were running through his body. This was too slow, far too little contact, so James slid his hands below Jack’s open shirt, mapping out the captain’s well-defined abs and chest before moving them down and doing away with Jack’s belt in a jiffy.
“Ye’ve done this before.” Jack gasped, pressing his erection into James’ hands desperate for contact.
James didn’t answer; he just flashed Jack a wicked grin and gave his hard cock one languid stroke.
Jack was unbelievably glad that James’ taller frame was practically holding him up against the wall, because the other man’s ministrations made his knees go weak.
“Oh, bloody hell.” He gasped as James began to run his thumb over the tip of Jack’s erection, setting all of Jack’s senses on fire.
Not wanting to do nothing, Jack reached for James once more and pulled him into a frantic kiss, divesting James of his shirt and running his hands over the smooth expanse of pale skin that was revealed. Leaning down, Jack ran his tongue over the thin scar that was the remainder of the gash that James had obtained during the fight with Talbot.
Shuddering with pleasure at having Jack’s tongue so close to his lower regions James moaned the pirate captain’s name and threaded his hands through thick black hair while Jack’s hands worked on he buckle of James’ belt and the laces of his breaches.
Soon Jack was freeing James’ erection of its confines and James pressed into the touch immediately, making Jack chuckle and kneel down on the floor to lick across the tip of the hard prick.
James had to support himself against the wall now to keep his knees from giving out at the sensations that where now coursing from his cock through his whole body as Jack sucked on the erect member with skill.
This went on until James’ moans were hoarse with arousal and he thought he couldn’t hold back much longer. Tugging at Jack’s hair, he made the captain stand back up.
“Turn around.” James breathed against Jack’s ear. “Let me take you.”
The pirate’s breath hitched at hearing James’ words and he was only too happy to comply, letting James know by turning to face the wall and letting his breaches fall around his ankles, flaunting his backside in James’ face.
The other man chuckled and used both his hands to cup both cheeks of Jack’s perfect buttocks, humming in approval.
Pressing Jack right up against the wall, James whispered into his ear. “I’m going to make you scream.” He announced and slid a spit-slicked finger against Jack’s entrance.
Jack’s hands scrabbled against the wall and he pressed back against the finger as it slid inside, a little pain soon giving way to a lot of pleasure as James began to prepare the pirate for penetration.
“Oh, bloody hell, yes.” Jack moaned when James found his sweet spot and began to tease it mercilessly. “Inside me, now.” Jack’s voice was raspy, but the order was clear and James was of course glad to follow it.
Letting his own breaches fall, he slicked his cock with his own precum and some spit and pressed it against Jack’s opening slowly. The keening sound that escaped the captain’s throat then was too much for James. With one swift motion of his hips he sheathed himself to the hilt in Jack’s tight hot passage and moaned his pleasure loudly.
James started a slow rhythm, but it soon became a lot faster and rougher, James sliding out almost completely and pounding back in to hit Jack’s sweet spot as often as possible. His ears were met by rewarding moans and incoherent words as Jack rested his body against the wall for support while thoroughly enjoying being buggered senseless by James.
Just when he thought his pleasure couldn’t become any more, James’ hand moved around Jack’s body to take hold of Jack’s erection and stroke it in time with hard deep thrusts.
The burning sensation of orgasm built up long and maddeningly slow in Jack’s stomach and coiled outward back to his cock, shooting out of it in hot pearly spurts as James ran his thumb across the tip of Jack’s erection once more.
The force of his orgasm was earth shattering to Jack, rendering him senseless for the time being.
James couldn’t hold back anymore when he felt Jack’s muscles clench around him. He came forcefully inside Jack, some of the cum dripping out of Jack’s entrance. His body shaking with white-hot pleasure, James collapsed against Jack’s back, riding out the waves like a ship on the ocean.
Both men slid to the ground spent and sated, comfortable in each others arms, neither of them caring that someone could find them. It was unlikely anyway.
James let his head fall on Jack’s shoulder tiredly, nibbling at Jack’s ear lobe while he was at it. Jack chuckled in response and turned his head to claim James lips in a passionate but sweet kiss.
“Are ye sure ye don’ want to join me crew?”
A/N: Please review. :)