You knew it was coming. How could you NOT?
Fic: Captain Jack Sparrow
Author: the_smooth_one
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Boy on boy. Always.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Pairing: Captain Jack/Bootstrap Bill
Summary: You're forgetting one thing. He's Captain Jack Sparrow.
Bootstrap Bill was down below deck, practicing his water tai-chi when Captain Jack came in wearing nothing but his hat. Bill shouldn’t have been surprised, Captain Jack wasn’t world-renowned for manners or even normalcy, but it’s not every day one gets to see their kooky, burnt-out, but hot-as-fuck captain completely naked. But oh, what a fine day it was, though, seeing one’s kooky hot-as-fuck captain stark-ass naked and apparently ready to…a-hem…plunge into something.
“Captain, what are you doing?”
Captain Jack grinned one of his crazy, You-think-I’m-out-of-it-but-I’m-really-in-charge grins, and steps closer, waving his hands around like only Captain Jack can. “Barbossa and I were…chatting, let’s say…” he trailed off.
“Did you two argue about the Code again?” Bill asked. “Because really, who cares whether or not they’re guidelines or not?”
“We weren’t talking about the Code, Bootstrap,” Captain Jack answered, stepping closer and closer to Bill. The closer he got, the more…oh Lord…excited he seemed to be. Bill tried to keep his eyes on his Captain’s face, but damn it, he was finding nearly impossible to do so. “Actually, we were trying to decide which crewmate we’d shag, if we had the chance.”
Bill tried not to gulp, but gulp he did as Captain Jack now stood right next to him, so close Bill could smell on the rum on the Captain’s breath. But gulp he did, and panic he did, as Captain Jack leaned up and put his hand on Bill’s face, caressing his cheek. “And guess who I said I’d shag?” he asked, grinning.
“Captain,” Bill said, his voice soft and breathless. “Are you drunk?”
“Naturally,” Captain Jack answered. He started walking, backing Bill up against the wall, and putting his hands on the wall, trapping Bill. “But being drunk doesn’t affect a pirate’s libido, and let’s just say…” He glanced down at himself, then looked back up at Bill, and smirked. “…that my libido is MORE than just…fine.”
Bill gulped. Bill gulped really loud, and in a very obvious manner. Captain Jack was, without a doubt, the most gorgeous pirate he had ever seen. Captain Jack, without a doubt, is ready to go. Bill, without a doubt, was going to Hell. But oh, he thought to himself, looking down at Captain Jack and his rather impressive…treasure, what a way to go.
“So Bootstrap,” Captain Jack said, leaning forward, lips almost upon his. “Fancy a shag? Or five?”
Bill smirked, and quirked an eyebrow. “Think you can go five?”
Captain Jack let his hands travel down along Bill’s body, and pulled Bill’s pants down, grinning as Bill gasped. “You’re forgetting one very, very important thing, mate.”
“What’s that?”
Captain Jack grinned, and pushed Bill down to his knees. “I’m Captain Jack Sparrow. I can do anything and EVERYTHING.”
Hell’s looking pretty good down here, in Bill’s eyes. So does Captain Jack.
Author: the_smooth_one
Rating: PG-13.
Warnings: Boy on boy. Always.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Pairing: Captain Jack/Bootstrap Bill
Summary: You're forgetting one thing. He's Captain Jack Sparrow.
Bootstrap Bill was down below deck, practicing his water tai-chi when Captain Jack came in wearing nothing but his hat. Bill shouldn’t have been surprised, Captain Jack wasn’t world-renowned for manners or even normalcy, but it’s not every day one gets to see their kooky, burnt-out, but hot-as-fuck captain completely naked. But oh, what a fine day it was, though, seeing one’s kooky hot-as-fuck captain stark-ass naked and apparently ready to…a-hem…plunge into something.
“Captain, what are you doing?”
Captain Jack grinned one of his crazy, You-think-I’m-out-of-it-but-I’m-really-in-charge grins, and steps closer, waving his hands around like only Captain Jack can. “Barbossa and I were…chatting, let’s say…” he trailed off.
“Did you two argue about the Code again?” Bill asked. “Because really, who cares whether or not they’re guidelines or not?”
“We weren’t talking about the Code, Bootstrap,” Captain Jack answered, stepping closer and closer to Bill. The closer he got, the more…oh Lord…excited he seemed to be. Bill tried to keep his eyes on his Captain’s face, but damn it, he was finding nearly impossible to do so. “Actually, we were trying to decide which crewmate we’d shag, if we had the chance.”
Bill tried not to gulp, but gulp he did as Captain Jack now stood right next to him, so close Bill could smell on the rum on the Captain’s breath. But gulp he did, and panic he did, as Captain Jack leaned up and put his hand on Bill’s face, caressing his cheek. “And guess who I said I’d shag?” he asked, grinning.
“Captain,” Bill said, his voice soft and breathless. “Are you drunk?”
“Naturally,” Captain Jack answered. He started walking, backing Bill up against the wall, and putting his hands on the wall, trapping Bill. “But being drunk doesn’t affect a pirate’s libido, and let’s just say…” He glanced down at himself, then looked back up at Bill, and smirked. “…that my libido is MORE than just…fine.”
Bill gulped. Bill gulped really loud, and in a very obvious manner. Captain Jack was, without a doubt, the most gorgeous pirate he had ever seen. Captain Jack, without a doubt, is ready to go. Bill, without a doubt, was going to Hell. But oh, he thought to himself, looking down at Captain Jack and his rather impressive…treasure, what a way to go.
“So Bootstrap,” Captain Jack said, leaning forward, lips almost upon his. “Fancy a shag? Or five?”
Bill smirked, and quirked an eyebrow. “Think you can go five?”
Captain Jack let his hands travel down along Bill’s body, and pulled Bill’s pants down, grinning as Bill gasped. “You’re forgetting one very, very important thing, mate.”
“What’s that?”
Captain Jack grinned, and pushed Bill down to his knees. “I’m Captain Jack Sparrow. I can do anything and EVERYTHING.”
Hell’s looking pretty good down here, in Bill’s eyes. So does Captain Jack.