relievedAuthor: MonkeyPuzzle
Fandom: YAAAAR! There be, well not Pirates per say (although Elizabeth IS mentioned), but Commodores and Blacksmiths here. However, Blacksmith of the Caribbean just doesn't have the same ring.
Um, right.
Pairing: Will/Norrington with Will/Elizabeth/Norrington (Wilbethington?) HIGHLY implied
Rating: Soooo NC-17
X-posted:
polyficDedications: Title is dedicated to
doolabug( my nauti, nauti girl). And the story is for my darling fabuDisclaimer: Honey, I'm a Floridian; my SOUL belongs to the Mouse.
Authors Note: Futtock -- one of the curved timbers that forms the rib in the frame of the ship.
Takes place on The First Night, and thus prior to Bhimpalasi.
Summery: Sometimes you're caught between the devil and the deep blue sea; other times it's the blacksmith and a really solid door.
And just like that Will was awake. It took him a moment to realise the fact, but he was most definitely awake. The room was washed in the pale light of the moon, bathed in the warm breeze that drifted in off the sea. In the distance he could hear the Caribbean calling, calling, singing her siren's song. Elizabeth shifted at his side, and he turned, a contented smile on his face. This was his, now. He had taken a chance, broken every rule he had ever held dear, and by that had gained his dream. And now, rules didn't seem to matter near as much.
The contented smile slid its way towards one far more carnal. They certainly hadn't mattered much, earlier, when Elizabeth had led a stunned James into this room, and laid him down on this bed. Hadn't meant a single thing as he, himself, stretched out besides the man, and kissed him. Kissed him as hard and deep as he knew, whilst Elizabeth stripped away their clothing. That... He quickly sat upright, and jerking his head around he looked over the room. That is was why he was awake – James was gone.
Will slipped out of the bed as smoothly as he could, not wishing to wake his wife. Searching the floor, he quickly found his clothes, threw the shirt over his head, and was still buttoning his breeches as he hurried out into the hall and down the stairs. His feet made only the merest hint of a sound; personally he felt his pounding heart to be the louder of the two.
He rounded the corner, and saw James, fully dressed, straightening his wig in the mirror, hat beneath his arm.
“Your leaving.” His voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with harsh air, and James flinched hard at the sound of it, his hat falling to the floor. Will strode over to where he stood, sweeping up the fallen tricorn, and said again, “You are leaving.”
James grabbed the hat from his hands, and placed it on his head still looking in the mirror. “Yes, well, I have work to do.”
Will snorted. “The sun isn't even close to rising.”
James turned his head, and took a breath in preparation to speak, but Will quickly placed a silencing finger on those slightly open lips, and spoke instead.
“And it is Sunday. Surely even Commodores have Sunday off.”
James jerked away, mouth tightening to a thin line, and turned towards the door. “Sunday it may be, but I still have work to do.”
Will moved lightning fast, and put himself between the man and his way out.
“You're running away.”
James gave a quick shake of his head, his eyes focused over Will's shoulder on the door.
“Oh for God's sake, I am NOT running away.”
Will still wasn't believing his words in the slightest, and said once more, very carefully as if speaking to a slow child: “Yes, you are.”
James shifted his eyes to met Will's, and replied in a like manner: “Stacks of paperwork.”
Will crossed his arms over his chest, leant his weight against the door, and just stared for a moment. He just held James's look till its superiority began to crack, and desperation started to seep in. Then, and only then, did he speak a single word: “Stay.”
James rubbed the bridge of his nose with a weary hand; his rigid posture crumbled a bit. Will reached out, and whilst a small voice (one that sounded suspiciously like Jack's ) whispered now, he removed the tricorn from off of James's head. Then he tossed it aside. The man startled a bit, his gaze following the path of his hat, allowing Will to shift closer. He waited till James looked back at him before he calmly stated, “After all, I was hoping to feel you pounding into me before the day was done.”
James's eyes slid shut, and his mouth parted slightly, as Will's words slipped images into his mind. He unconsciously swayed closer, raising a hand to brace his weight on the door behind Will. The caress of breath on his skin went right to Will's dick, and he knew he had won. There would be another token resistance, perhaps, but he had rolled the dice and won. And he was all the more certain of it when James didn't move away, even as he voiced one last protest.
“I've hung men for this. Good men.”
Will raised his hands and let them ghost over James's jaw, before they began to loosen the dark blue stock. He pulled it slowly away, slipping it over sensitive skin, then let it go, leaving it to flutter to the floor. With a finger he raised James's chin allowing himself to kiss the now exposed skin.
There, against that flesh, he breathed, “Have to be caught to be hung.” His tongue came out, and he ran it slowly up. James arched into it, a small moan issuing from his mouth, his body pressing Will back into the door. Will's tongue retreated back to make room for the rest of his words. “And you are far too good at strategy for that to happen; besides, Elizabeth is far more of a sneaky pirate than I will ever be, blood or no.”
This earned him a shaky chuckle that he felt more than heard, and he grinned. He raised his head, and smile still on his lips, kissed James gently. Just a little press of mouth on mouth. A light kiss that slowly grew stronger, and deeper, and soon consumed most of Will's attention. That little bit that was aware of things other than a warm, wet, delectable mouth, focused his hands on sliding James's jacket off his shoulders, down his arms, and on to the floor.
James raised his one of his own hands to cup Will's face; the other slid around the man's lower back, trying to pull their bodies closer together, even as he backed away slightly from the kiss. Will didn't let him get far. With a sudden shift of his weight, and a deft movement of his feet, he spun them both.
The turn caught James by surprise, and he threw out an arm for balance. However, it fell unneeded to rest on the door handle, now that it was he who was pressed between a solid wood door and a strong hot body. A laugh bubbled up from his chest to his mouth, where Will chased it about with a very agile tongue. The laugh quickly turned into a moan as he felt Will's hips begin to move against his. It was a slow, strong, undulation, like waves, pinning him to the door at his back. The feel of Will hard against him, intent, focused, raised his own desire higher than he had known in far too long, and drew pleasures he had forgotten he could feel. His hand tightened in Will's hair, as he tried to pull them impossibly closer. Will's own hands began to skitter about -- undoing buttons, pushing clothes aside – till they could rest on James's skin, till their cocks could slip unimpeded against one another. James was about broken. With a yank of no small force, he pulled Will's mouth away from his. Will looked a him confused, concerned, and James tried to give him a grin between the gasps.
“Keep going on like that Mr. Turner, and there won't be any pounding.”
Will gave a brilliant yet thoughtful smile, and dragged his deliciously rough hand down James's chest to encircle his cock, then proceeded to pump it handsomely.
“That's a good thing actually. Elizabeth would kill us if she was unable to watch.”
James's mouth dropped open in shock, and Will swooped into take advantage. He gave another yank, and Will lifted away snickering.
“She wants to what??”
“Watch.” Will leaned in close to nip at James's neck, his hand never faltering in its movements. “Ever since I first mentioned my dream, she's wanted to see happen.”
James, caught between pleasure and shock, could barely catch enough air to remain alive, let alone ask the questions his shattered brain was trying to raise. But Will seemed to understand, and with a smile that managed to be both wicked and winsome, he answered with a question of his own, “Did you really believe Elizabeth came up with this all on her own?”
James tried to reply, but Will, with a quick kiss and a “hold this for me”, shoved the balled-up hem of his shirt into his hand. Then, suddenly, he was looking down at Will, who was on his knees before him, entire focus on his slightly purple cock. He watched disbelievingly as Will slid the foreskin back exposing the tender head to the warm night air and even warmer breath; watched incredulously as Will leant forward parting his lips. It was only when he felt the hot, wet glide of Will's tongue sliding around him did it begin to register. Only when Will leant forward more, fitting his mouth around the glistening head of his cock, did he begin to believe. Then when Will began to suck – slowly at first, feeling his way about the action, trying to co-ordinate the motions of his mouth with those of his hand – did he know. Prayers and pleas that he was certain the Most High really didn't want to hear began to fall from his mouth between gasps. His hips took on a life of their own, and he started to thrust into that lush mouth, his hand tightening in Will's hair, holding him still. The feel of Will's stifled moans vibrating along his length caused James to drop his head back against the door with an audible thunk. But he didn't feel it; all he knew was the wet suction and delectable heat of the young man's mouth at his tip, and the pulsing massage of a roughened hand at his base. His hips began to move faster and harder, and Will, unbelievably, took it with only the slightest of hitches.
James raised his head and looked down, only to meet dark eyes, half-lidded in pleasure. He was caught so by them that he didn't realize that Will had moved his other hand till he felt a calloused finger tip rub and press the sensitive spot right behind his bollocks. Ecstasy ripped through him like a cannon ball, and he came, pulsing, into Will's mouth.
Before he could even think of drawing a breath, Will had swarmed up his body and was pressing into him, striving for his own release. James leant forward and could taste his own issue on Will's lips and on his tongue. The air was filled with the sound of harsh breaths and half formed words. James became aware of the creak and groan of the door as Will drove him harder and harder and faster against it, and his nose was filled with the scent of their own musk. He wrapped his arms tight against Will, holding him as close as he could, and whispered encouragements, endearments, whispered words he never thought would leave his lips again. And he threw his head back and groaned as he felt Will shudder against him, the warm wet heat splattering his flesh.
The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, flying out soft and pleading: “I don't want to leave. Oh God please, I don't want to go.”
He felt Will's sweet tongue lick away the paths of tears he hadn't even realised he had shed. He could feel himself shaking, and was greatful then to feel strong arms tighten about him, rock him slightly.
“Then stay, James. For as long as you like, stay.”
