Swagfic for pir8fancier
Title: Rash, Turner
Author: captsparrow4evr
Requestor: pir8fancier
Pairing: Jack/Will
Rating: NC17
Summary: Jack has a rash--or maybe a sunburn--and he turns to Will for help.
Mod notes: Likes/Requests were Jack/Will, James/Jack, slash, het, NC-17; Squicks were Rapefic, gratuitous violence; and Prompts were: sunburn, rashes, and Mr. Cotton's parrot.
"I tell you, William, it's that damned bird! I banned 'em from my ship once before, along with monkeys, for a reason," Jack was bent over the back of a chair in his cabin, his britches around his knees, while the former blacksmith tenderly smoothed a cream over his backside. "Damme t' hell, but take a second out, love, and scratch right there? God's teeth but that itches!"
Will Turner had to keep biting his tongue then his cheek in order to keep from laughing. Instead of scratching the location as requested, he dipped a bit more of the salve out and treated it again. "I still say, Jack, it looks more like a sunburn. You haven't been frigging yourself while on deck, have you?"
Jack glanced back at him, his eyes narrowed. "And that would matter t' you, how?"
"Do you think I like doing this, Jack?" Will answered, sniffing first his cream-covered fingers then the jar. He set the container aside and wiped his hand on the tail of Jack's shirt. "Done. You can pull 'em up now."
"If ye weren't a eunuch," He heard Jack grouse and didn't fight back the evil grin.
"Unless you're taking advantage of the parrot, you can't blame him for that rash," Will leaned against the door while he watched Jack dress himself. "And you can't blame me for it either."
At that, Jack swung around to face him. "How'm I t' be sure of that, Mr. Turner? I suggest ye take down yer breeches right now. 'Tis the Captain's duty t' perform inspections where the ship's health is concerned."
Will stood upright, the smile replaced by a look of confidence. "You have to be kidding - or insane. I'm not about to submit to this nonsense."
"Nonsense?! Listen, mate, the health an' safety o' the captain an' crew aboard this vessel is not nonsense. If you've brought some sort of disease-ridden parasite or sexually passed skin condition aboard the Pearl, I need t' know 'bout it. I-," Jack fell silent as Will pointed a finger less than two inches from his nose.
"Don't be ridiculous, Jack. We've never knocked boots so how could I have given you something?"
Jack's eyes nearly crossed as he regarded the digit then he took a subtle step back. "'Snot what I said, Mr. Turner. We do happen to live in close proximity aboard ship. If one of the crew has the plague, the whole lot could be in danger."
Will sighed. "I don't have the plague. As a point of fact, I've never had anything worse than a cold in my entire life."
Jack snorted. "Most of the 'fine ladies' of me acquaintance could say the same 'cept fer certain conditions they acquired-."
"Then that settles it, Jack," Will pushed forward a bit, as if he was about to leave the cabin. "I've never 'known' any 'ladies' in that way, whether they were fine or not. Nor lads."
Will had added the last when it appeared that Jack was about to suggest an alternative. In the few weeks he'd been aboard the Pearl, he'd grown far more familiar with Jack and his eccentricities than he'd ever believed possible. For example, he'd learned during the first week he was aboard that Jack liked to have his britches laundered at least once a week, whether they needed it or not. He'd never thought of Jack as particularly fastidious about his personal grooming but in comparison to other pirates, Jack was positively persnickety.
"Beggin' yer pardon, William," Jack's tone of voice made Will turn to face him. "But I must insist."
He had not been expecting the Captain of the Black Pearl to point a pistol at him. Will hesitated, recalling the first time he had ever met Jack. Though Jack had been desperate to get away, he had refrained from firing the shot meant for Barbossa at him. At the time, there had been something almost winsome about Jack's appeals for him to move and the expression had prevented him from noticing Mr. Brown had awakened. It was why Will had fled Port Royal to seek Jack out when Elizabeth had announced her engagement to the Commodore. Will started to protest but the sound of the hammer being drawn back made him close his mouth.
"Elizabeth said you were a degenerate," Will grumbled as he unbuttoned the placket and lowered his breeches to reveal his lean thighs.
"Ask her how she knows," Jack replied with an evil leer and dropped to his knees in front of the former blacksmith.
Will smiled grimly at that, realizing with a bit of relief that mentions of the Governor's daughter no longer stung quite so powerfully. "Just get on with it."
Will didn't know what to expect so when Jack's callused fingers matter-of-factly touched his cock, he grabbed for Jack's desk to keep himself upright. Will closed his eyes and bit his lip to suppress a moan that hovered at the back of his throat. When Jack's fingers began to manipulate his balls, Will opened his eyes to avoid the images that the pleasure surging through him brought forth. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, Mr. Turner, ye must not be quite so virginal as ye indicate, savvy? Seems t' be a bit of a rash right here, along the underside of yer manhood."
When Jack's knuckle scraped tenderly along the indicated portion of Turner's anatomy, Will knew he was fight a losing battle. In fact, his penis was now fully erect with a single drop of clear fluid balanced precariously on the end. Oh, God, if he touches me once more, I'll-
"Well, William, just how is it that ye've passed the fruits of yer illicit labors on to yer Captain, hmm?" Jack stood abruptly and Will shook his head slightly. He didn't see Jack grab the jar of salve but he did feel Jack's breath on the back of his neck as the pirate's fingers began to smoothe the unguent over his cock. "Jus' relax, love, an' let me take care of ye."
Will whimpered then his head rolled back to rest on Jack's shoulder. Despite the fact that the treatment he was receiving was unbelievably pleasant, it wasn't pushing him over the edge as Will feared. What did that was when Jack ran his tongue up Will's jaw-line to his ear. He said something in that low, rough voice and the sensation caused a groan to break free of Will's control. As the hot seed spattered onto the wooden deck, Will was finally able to understand what Jack had said.
"Sure ye still think the parrot's innocent?"
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Later that afternoon, Gibbs was looking for a shady spot to settle in with his rum-bottle. They'd hit a patch of the doldrums so there was little for the crew to do. He was about to head below when he discovered Will scrubbing at what looked like Jack's other breeches - the ones that were already clean. Extra work, to Gibbs, was a foolish thing but he had Jack's repeated assurances that Turner was not a fool.
"And what is it that ye're about?" Gibbs said after a few seconds and a tot of rum. "If ye scrub them britches too hard, Jack's manly bits will be hanging in the breeze - should we ever find one again."
Will nearly jumped over the rail, he was taken so by surprise. As he turned to face Gibbs, he tried to hide a small tin behind his back. Instead, his hands were slick with soap and the tin slid out of his grip to roll across the deck to stop at Gibbs' feet. The old sailor picked the tin up and opened it, sniffing at the contents then closing it. He said nothing just looked at Will. The young man flushed a deep red and gave Gibbs a wry smile.
"It's curry powder." Will managed to say after a moment. "I-I don't know what it's doing here. I suppose I should take it to the galley-."
Gibbs shook his head and slipped the container into the pocket of his vest. "Here, now, mate, that won't do at all. Jack's powerful allergic to the stuff, ye know. Wouldn't take but a pinch or two t' set 'im afire with the itching. Jack won't have it aboard. But maybe ye didn't know that. Might be somebody found it useful t' clean some britches with, hmm?"
Will raised his eyebrows. "Which is why I'm doing an extra load of laundry, Mr. Gibbs, savvy? Two weeks of my share of rum?"
Gibbs patted his pocket, winked and settled in to watch Will finish his work. "Let's make it three, shall we?"
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Author: captsparrow4evr
Requestor: pir8fancier
Pairing: Jack/Will
Rating: NC17
Summary: Jack has a rash--or maybe a sunburn--and he turns to Will for help.
Mod notes: Likes/Requests were Jack/Will, James/Jack, slash, het, NC-17; Squicks were Rapefic, gratuitous violence; and Prompts were: sunburn, rashes, and Mr. Cotton's parrot.
"I tell you, William, it's that damned bird! I banned 'em from my ship once before, along with monkeys, for a reason," Jack was bent over the back of a chair in his cabin, his britches around his knees, while the former blacksmith tenderly smoothed a cream over his backside. "Damme t' hell, but take a second out, love, and scratch right there? God's teeth but that itches!"
Will Turner had to keep biting his tongue then his cheek in order to keep from laughing. Instead of scratching the location as requested, he dipped a bit more of the salve out and treated it again. "I still say, Jack, it looks more like a sunburn. You haven't been frigging yourself while on deck, have you?"
Jack glanced back at him, his eyes narrowed. "And that would matter t' you, how?"
"Do you think I like doing this, Jack?" Will answered, sniffing first his cream-covered fingers then the jar. He set the container aside and wiped his hand on the tail of Jack's shirt. "Done. You can pull 'em up now."
"If ye weren't a eunuch," He heard Jack grouse and didn't fight back the evil grin.
"Unless you're taking advantage of the parrot, you can't blame him for that rash," Will leaned against the door while he watched Jack dress himself. "And you can't blame me for it either."
At that, Jack swung around to face him. "How'm I t' be sure of that, Mr. Turner? I suggest ye take down yer breeches right now. 'Tis the Captain's duty t' perform inspections where the ship's health is concerned."
Will stood upright, the smile replaced by a look of confidence. "You have to be kidding - or insane. I'm not about to submit to this nonsense."
"Nonsense?! Listen, mate, the health an' safety o' the captain an' crew aboard this vessel is not nonsense. If you've brought some sort of disease-ridden parasite or sexually passed skin condition aboard the Pearl, I need t' know 'bout it. I-," Jack fell silent as Will pointed a finger less than two inches from his nose.
"Don't be ridiculous, Jack. We've never knocked boots so how could I have given you something?"
Jack's eyes nearly crossed as he regarded the digit then he took a subtle step back. "'Snot what I said, Mr. Turner. We do happen to live in close proximity aboard ship. If one of the crew has the plague, the whole lot could be in danger."
Will sighed. "I don't have the plague. As a point of fact, I've never had anything worse than a cold in my entire life."
Jack snorted. "Most of the 'fine ladies' of me acquaintance could say the same 'cept fer certain conditions they acquired-."
"Then that settles it, Jack," Will pushed forward a bit, as if he was about to leave the cabin. "I've never 'known' any 'ladies' in that way, whether they were fine or not. Nor lads."
Will had added the last when it appeared that Jack was about to suggest an alternative. In the few weeks he'd been aboard the Pearl, he'd grown far more familiar with Jack and his eccentricities than he'd ever believed possible. For example, he'd learned during the first week he was aboard that Jack liked to have his britches laundered at least once a week, whether they needed it or not. He'd never thought of Jack as particularly fastidious about his personal grooming but in comparison to other pirates, Jack was positively persnickety.
"Beggin' yer pardon, William," Jack's tone of voice made Will turn to face him. "But I must insist."
He had not been expecting the Captain of the Black Pearl to point a pistol at him. Will hesitated, recalling the first time he had ever met Jack. Though Jack had been desperate to get away, he had refrained from firing the shot meant for Barbossa at him. At the time, there had been something almost winsome about Jack's appeals for him to move and the expression had prevented him from noticing Mr. Brown had awakened. It was why Will had fled Port Royal to seek Jack out when Elizabeth had announced her engagement to the Commodore. Will started to protest but the sound of the hammer being drawn back made him close his mouth.
"Elizabeth said you were a degenerate," Will grumbled as he unbuttoned the placket and lowered his breeches to reveal his lean thighs.
"Ask her how she knows," Jack replied with an evil leer and dropped to his knees in front of the former blacksmith.
Will smiled grimly at that, realizing with a bit of relief that mentions of the Governor's daughter no longer stung quite so powerfully. "Just get on with it."
Will didn't know what to expect so when Jack's callused fingers matter-of-factly touched his cock, he grabbed for Jack's desk to keep himself upright. Will closed his eyes and bit his lip to suppress a moan that hovered at the back of his throat. When Jack's fingers began to manipulate his balls, Will opened his eyes to avoid the images that the pleasure surging through him brought forth. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, Mr. Turner, ye must not be quite so virginal as ye indicate, savvy? Seems t' be a bit of a rash right here, along the underside of yer manhood."
When Jack's knuckle scraped tenderly along the indicated portion of Turner's anatomy, Will knew he was fight a losing battle. In fact, his penis was now fully erect with a single drop of clear fluid balanced precariously on the end. Oh, God, if he touches me once more, I'll-
"Well, William, just how is it that ye've passed the fruits of yer illicit labors on to yer Captain, hmm?" Jack stood abruptly and Will shook his head slightly. He didn't see Jack grab the jar of salve but he did feel Jack's breath on the back of his neck as the pirate's fingers began to smoothe the unguent over his cock. "Jus' relax, love, an' let me take care of ye."
Will whimpered then his head rolled back to rest on Jack's shoulder. Despite the fact that the treatment he was receiving was unbelievably pleasant, it wasn't pushing him over the edge as Will feared. What did that was when Jack ran his tongue up Will's jaw-line to his ear. He said something in that low, rough voice and the sensation caused a groan to break free of Will's control. As the hot seed spattered onto the wooden deck, Will was finally able to understand what Jack had said.
"Sure ye still think the parrot's innocent?"
X
Later that afternoon, Gibbs was looking for a shady spot to settle in with his rum-bottle. They'd hit a patch of the doldrums so there was little for the crew to do. He was about to head below when he discovered Will scrubbing at what looked like Jack's other breeches - the ones that were already clean. Extra work, to Gibbs, was a foolish thing but he had Jack's repeated assurances that Turner was not a fool.
"And what is it that ye're about?" Gibbs said after a few seconds and a tot of rum. "If ye scrub them britches too hard, Jack's manly bits will be hanging in the breeze - should we ever find one again."
Will nearly jumped over the rail, he was taken so by surprise. As he turned to face Gibbs, he tried to hide a small tin behind his back. Instead, his hands were slick with soap and the tin slid out of his grip to roll across the deck to stop at Gibbs' feet. The old sailor picked the tin up and opened it, sniffing at the contents then closing it. He said nothing just looked at Will. The young man flushed a deep red and gave Gibbs a wry smile.
"It's curry powder." Will managed to say after a moment. "I-I don't know what it's doing here. I suppose I should take it to the galley-."
Gibbs shook his head and slipped the container into the pocket of his vest. "Here, now, mate, that won't do at all. Jack's powerful allergic to the stuff, ye know. Wouldn't take but a pinch or two t' set 'im afire with the itching. Jack won't have it aboard. But maybe ye didn't know that. Might be somebody found it useful t' clean some britches with, hmm?"
Will raised his eyebrows. "Which is why I'm doing an extra load of laundry, Mr. Gibbs, savvy? Two weeks of my share of rum?"
Gibbs patted his pocket, winked and settled in to watch Will finish his work. "Let's make it three, shall we?"
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