Title: Touch
Author: Ladyjanelly
E-mail: gives me a reason to type and post instead of just playing with pretty images in my head.
Type:FPS
Chapter: 5/5
Characters: Jack/Will
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Feel free, just let me know where.
Warnings: More of a recovery fic than hurt/comfort, but there are still mentions of child abuse (nothing graphic) and it is Slash.
"No..." the whisper was soft and pleading, just loud enough that Jack was aware of it. Will never said no when he was with Jack, which meant that even if Jack was in bed with Will, Will was not in bed with Jack.
Jack fought himself free of sleep's hold, suppressing a groan and gathering his wits about him. The other had Will again; the man who ruled the boy's nightmares, the man who haunted his eyes.
"No, please! I'll earn my keep another way...another way..." Some words were whispered, some almost shouted. The young man's face became pinched, fearful in the pale moonlight that slipped through the glass of their window. Jack frowned, piecing together who Will would have said those words to. He remembered the first night he had brought Will back to the Pearl after they found each other in Tortuga. After all this time, he knew the name of the man who had hurt his Will.
The knowledge alone brought him a grim sort of satisfaction.
"William" Jack called, pressing a hand to the boy's chest. "William, come back now. That's no place to visit, much less live. Come back to ol' Jack." He stroked a weathered hand over those soft dark curls. He knew from experience that it was no good scaring the boy awake, and scaring the boy was a mite too easy when he was dreamin' like this.
The steady flow of words soothed the ex-blacksmith, and he relaxed before his eyes flickered open. "Jack? Did I wake you again"
Jack smiled in that crooked-grin, gold-flashing way that he knew Will loved. "Not a bit of a bother, luv."
Will sighed contently and curled up with his head pillowed on Jack's shoulder.
Months had passed since their confessions of love, and that time had been just short of perfect. He had the Pearl. He had Will. Without the fear of rejection, they had both become a mite more comfortable as it were. The only thing standing in the way of Jack's utter contentment was this thing that still plagued his boy. What hurt Will hurt Jack and Jack was having none of it.
"The blacksmith, eh" Will didn't need to answer. Jack could feel the tensing of the naked lean body next to his. He could hear the shift in the boy's breathing. "Would ye like him dead or maimed"
"I want him forgotten" Will sighed. "I want him gone from my life and my memory."
Jack pouted, turning dark mournful eyes down to his lover. "I can't kill him just a little bit"
"No, Jack." The boy sounded exhausted.
It was silent in the cabin for long minutes.
"If ye ever change your mind..." Jack offered in his most helpful voice.
Will was forced to chuckle. "You'll be the first to know, I promise you."
More quiet. Jack hummed to himself, some tune he had heard in a tavern.
"Jack" Will nuzzled his cheek against Jack's chest.
"Aye lad"
"Will you help me forget? Not today, but sometime when I'm not thinking about it." In the boy's voice lingered something that he wasn't saying, and mayhaps should be.
"Eh? What are you on about, whelp" Jack ran his fingers through Will's hair, trying to relax him into saying the things Jack needed to hear about.
"I mean, I want you inside of me." His voice was a whisper. "I want you to show me why it's so good when I do that for you. I want new memories. I want you to be the one to give them to me."
The very idea sent a shiver of pure lust through Jack that he couldn't hope to contain. "I thought you'd never ask" he teased with a sparkling grin.
Not tonight, sometime when I'm not thinking about it... the sails of his mind filled with planning, scheming. He was Captain Jack Sparrow. He had no doubt he could arrange a suitable distraction.
Unfortunately for his conspiring, Will chose that moment to lean in and nip at his jaw, right in that sensitive spot where a knife scar had left a tiny bit of skin without beard. A groan slid from his throat and his eyes rolled back in his head.
"Wasn't it s'posed to be later" He protested, more for the principle of the thing than because he didn't want to.
"For that" Will informed him. Even without that, it was a pleasurable evening indeed.
-
Jack frowned. The boy might be hard, but beyond that he gave Jack no indication he was enjoying himself. His eyes were shut tight, tension showing in every line of his fine features. A muscle jumped along his jaw, and Jack knew it was taking every bit of courage the boy possessed not to tell him no.
With one last nudge of his oil-slicked finger against Will's clenched opening, Jack abandoned the "new memories" portion of his dastardly plan and turned his efforts to the "making Will shoot like his bollocks were filled with gunpowder" part.
Even that was not as easy as it had been a month ago. He could see the boy trying to relax, trying to loosen the clench of his fists in the sheets, trying to let his legs fall naturally on either side of Jack's shoulders. Trying, aye, but trying so hard it was becoming its own source of aggravation for them both.
Jack pulled back, giving Will's arousal one last flick of his tongue.
He scrunched his nose and tugged on his beard. This was not the way to make new memories, at least not of the "good memories" variety.
Brown eyes gazed down at Jack, and Jack gave him a crooked grin in return. "Apologize and ye'll be scrubbin' the bilges for a week" he threatened. Will's guilty little smile let him know that was exactly what the boy had been about to do.
The problem was that for all his simplicity and lack of guile, Will was a difficult man to distract or surprise when it came to Jack trying to satisfy this very straight-forward request the boy had made. A month had passed and it felt like they were somehow moving hard against both wind and tide. If the situation grew any worse, he feared Will would stop enjoying his touch altogether.
The younger man stared down at him for long moments, and Jack desperately wished he knew what to say next. "Don't stop" Will whispered, and the pirate felt a flicker of uncertainty.
"An' you're sure about this" Jack questioned, nuzzling the soft skin of the boy's inner thigh.
"I trust you, Jack. I...love you."
With the smallest of frowns, Jack dipped his finger back into the oil, and then pressed against the tight muscle again. He took his time, hoping the boy would relax, hoping it would become easier.
"Now, Jack." Will whispered, and he could deny him nothing. He slid his finger inside, stroking his other hand against the young man's shaft at the same time, trying to distract him from the discomfort of it. He tried to ignore the distressed gasp the boy let out as he was breached; he stroked him until his back settled once more on the bed. With every bit of skill he had ever possessed, he began to move.
In all his days, Jack Sparrow had not felt anyone so tight, so tense. He could not believe his ears when Will whispered"Jack, more."
"William, lad..." he felt like he was navigating shallow waters, with reef and rock beneath to tear open the hull of his happiness. He nuzzled and licked and tried to make this good. He had never been afraid in his own bed before, not even when Barbossa's boys kicked in his door.
"I want this, Jack." And the whelp never could lie worth a penny, so he knew it was the truth. Their eyes met, and Jack saw the desire and the fear at the same time.
When Will whispered "More" again, he gave him more. What else could he do? The second finger slipped past the increased resistance. Will writhed on the bed. His long legs trembled. Jack watched his face for some sign that he should pull away, that he should stop. He kissed the tip of the younger man's arousal and felt him relax around his fingers for the first time.
"Yer safe" Jack whispered. "I swear on me honor as a pirate, and me honor as a good man. I swear. I swear." A strained sigh slipped from the boy's throat, and Jack moved his fingers deeper, searching for that place, that treasure. He stroked it, feeling the boy's pulse in the vein there, hard and fast. Will shivered around him, gasping and whimpering. The former blacksmith's back arched as he tried to pull away and push down at the same time.
All Jack could see of his face was the underside of his chin. This would not do at all. He stopped moving his fingers. "Will" he called, a captain's voice in the safety of their cabin. Will shivered again and at last lay still.
"Jack" His voice was filled with soft confusion. It was if he couldn't fathom Jack's concern for him.
"Look at me, whelp." He nipped at the inside of Will's thigh for emphasis. Will lifted his head, dark eyes almost annoyed. "Keep lookin' at me, aye? I want to see that you see who it is between yer knees, savvy" A flicker of a frown passed between them, a play of power, command. In this, Jack could not afford to lose, and at last the younger man nodded.
-
He did trust Jack. He did love Jack.
"Aye, Jack." He stuffed the pillows more firmly under his head, and watched as Jack took him in his mouth once more, and watched as Jack slipped a third finger into him, spreading and stretching him before they pulled away. He watched as his feet were positioned on the tanned and freckled shoulders. He watched as the shaft that he had known in his hands and in his mouth and against his stomach was slicked with oil.
His gaze seemed to be all the encouragement the pirate needed, and Will would not let it waver.
Neither of them blinked as Jack sank deep into him, hard and hot. The sensation was familiar, yet new. Jack...this is Jack, he reminded himself. Dark eyes stared down at him. Jack could be so mysterious at times, and yet now, in this moment, every shade and nuance of concern was written plain there for Will to see.
"More" whispered Will. Jack gave him all that he had, all that he was.
New memories. New pleasures. Jack taught him things that night that he had never dreamed were possible. He touched Will in ways that seemed wrong, yet felt oh-so-right. He showed him the heights of love and the power of his desire. The world became a new place.
When at last they collapsed into each other's arms, he knew that the nightmares of his youth had lost their hold on him. He was a new man, a free man.
-
One night does not remake a man, any more than one pass over the flames remakes a bar of metal into a sword, but that first step, that first strengthening, had been accomplished. Will still had dreams sometimes, but they had less power over him, and with the passing of the seasons they no longer mattered.
Jack remained Jack; a scoundrel and rogue, but he never betrayed his lover's trust, and he was always there when Will needed reminding that he was safe and strong and wanted.
Few things went unspoken between them, and those never seemed so important. Will never asked Jack how he had known what to do to soothe his injured soul, who had taught him and why. He never asked if Jack had been hurt once too, though on some level his heart knew it was true.
Jack sent some men from Tortuga to pay a visit to a certain aging blacksmith. An unnecessary visit, as it turns out. He never asked Will about the rumor the men brought back to him; that the smithy had burned to the ground the night the pirate of an apprentice boy had run away.