Scenes from the Flying Dutchman: Epilogue (The Naughty Bits)
This fic is rated: NC-17
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Characters/Pairing: Will Turner/James Norrington
Summary: Now that Norrington's (mostly) better, they get to have some sex!
For slashthedrabble's prompts: Letters/Correspondence, Fool(ish), Forward, Role Reversal, Order(s), Please Don't, Play, Secrets, Sweat, Close
Warnings: sex, references to torture
Word Count: 1000
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, pirategasm, potc_fic, slashthedrabble, turningpirate, one_norrington, norrington_love, pirate_smut
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney. Characters will be played with nicely and returned to them in good condition when I'm done. No infringement is intended, please don't sue me!
Letters/Correspondence
The Black Pearl had carried the letter -- and news of the birth of William Turner III. For the first time in his life, James Norrington found himself envying a piece of paper. Elizabeth had touched it; her slender fingers had moved across it as she formed the letters, her full concentration on every smooth stroke --
He realized that his breeches were uncomfortably tight.
The only relief in this mess was that Turner didn't seem to notice. He stroked the paper as if his thoughts were following the same path. A faint, wistful smile played across his lips.
Fool(ish)
Under Norrington's scrutiny, Will suddenly felt like an idiot. How could he have forgotten -- even for a moment -- that his first mate had feelings for Elizabeth, too. Feelings that, had it not been for him, she might have learned to reciprocate.
He folded the letter and put it in the drawer, feeling Norrington's eyes on him. He wanted to apologize, but he was afraid that if he did, he'd only rip Norrington's wounds open again.
To his surprise, Norrington spoke. "I'm not sure which is worse -- not to have her, or only to have her from afar."
Forward
The pain flared in Turner's eyes, and Norrington wished he could call his words back. But before he could apologize, Turner nodded. "Nine years to go -- ninety-nine for you. Sometimes I wonder -- " But he shook his head.
Norrington took a firm grip on his courage. "Captain -- Turner -- you don't have to be alone."
He looked up, puzzled.
"When men are at sea for a long time, with no women -- it's expected that they will seek -- companionship -- in each other." He sounded like some stammering virgin. "I would like to offer you companionship."
Role Reversal
"I won't do this. Norrington ... I won't force you into this."
"I made the offer, Turner. That takes force out of the equation."
"A misguided sense of obligation, then."
Norrington shut his eyes, as if in pain. "Does it surprise you that I might, occasionally, like to feel hands on me that are not my own?"
"Yes. No! I mean -- if you want to do this, then you have to be in charge. Tell me what you want. How you like to be touched. What gives you pleasure." He smiled up at Norrington. "I am yours to command."
Order(s)
Norrington found his mouth dry. He was tempted to turn tail and run, to retreat to his own cabin and hide. "I can't -- I don't know how much I can reciprocate."
"Your orders, Mr. Norrington," Turner said, looking entirely too calm about the whole thing.
"Kiss me," he blurted, and for a moment he was afraid Turner would ask him where or how or some other daft question but to his relief, the man obeyed. Chapped lips grazed his own, parted, and it was easier to accept that invitation than to try and verbalize the desperate want he felt.
Please Don't
Norrington's hands were almost frantic as he stripped Will out of his clothes, but when he reached for his own coat, he hesitated. Will saw the pain lurking in his green eyes.
"Can I trust you to keep your eyes shut?"
"Norrington, I've seen -- "
He held up one hand; Will realized he was shaking. "Pity," he said, "is not exactly conducive to a mutually pleasurable encounter.
Will nodded. He unknotted Norrington's cravat, slid it off, and used it to cover his own eyes.
In the darkness behind the blindfold, he waited. Finally, Norrington's lips brushed his once more.
Play
Now that they'd crossed the threshold, Norrington wasn't sure he was ready. For too long, his body had been a source of pain. And though he was hardly a virgin, it had been years since he'd been with a man. Not since he was a Lieutenant had he had the luxury of being with equals.
To delay matters, he began to toy with the curls at the nape of Turner's neck, coiling them around his fingers as he kissed the other man. Turner -- who probably hadn't been with a man before -- traced abstract, teasing patterns on his skin.
Secrets
Will traced his fingers along Norrington's skin, feeling the unfamiliar texture; the rough scatter of hairs on his chest, and beneath it, the raised scars on his skin. Though he knew what Jones had done to Norrington, he'd only seen the evidence once, and fleetingly.
Blindly, he slid one hand lower, tracing one particularly vicious scar to where it ended. Spread his hand flat on the warm solidness. His fingertips brushed against coarser hair. "Do you want me to -- "
He felt the deep rise-and-fall of Norrington's chest, heard the shaky exhale. Then Norrington led him to the bed.
Sweat
Before he could talk himself out of this, Norrington drew Turner down on the bed beside him. Kissed him again, just a shade harder, more demanding, then traced his mouth down Turner's neck, tasted the salt-sweat.
He sat up long enough to grab the lamp, blew it out, and poured a bit of the oil on his hands. In the dark, he found Turner's prick, slicked it with the oil, and then did the same to his own. Between the oil and the sweat, they'd slide well enough.
He ground his hips against Turner's, and heard the other man gasp.
Close
Will clutched at Norrington's hips, pulling him close. Norrington rolled over on top of him, ground his hips again. He set up a maddening rhythm -- just a fraction too slow -- and Will heard himself whine, low in his throat.
Finally, when Will thought he could bear it no more, Norrington sped up. Colors exploded behind the blindfold, and he cried out against the other man's shoulder. For a moment Norrington went still, but then he collapsed atop Will, breathing roughly.
After a long moment, he rolled off -- but he clutched Will close, as he drifted to sleep.
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Characters/Pairing: Will Turner/James Norrington
Summary: Now that Norrington's (mostly) better, they get to have some sex!
For slashthedrabble's prompts: Letters/Correspondence, Fool(ish), Forward, Role Reversal, Order(s), Please Don't, Play, Secrets, Sweat, Close
Warnings: sex, references to torture
Word Count: 1000
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, pirategasm, potc_fic, slashthedrabble, turningpirate, one_norrington, norrington_love, pirate_smut
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney. Characters will be played with nicely and returned to them in good condition when I'm done. No infringement is intended, please don't sue me!
Letters/Correspondence
The Black Pearl had carried the letter -- and news of the birth of William Turner III. For the first time in his life, James Norrington found himself envying a piece of paper. Elizabeth had touched it; her slender fingers had moved across it as she formed the letters, her full concentration on every smooth stroke --
He realized that his breeches were uncomfortably tight.
The only relief in this mess was that Turner didn't seem to notice. He stroked the paper as if his thoughts were following the same path. A faint, wistful smile played across his lips.
Fool(ish)
Under Norrington's scrutiny, Will suddenly felt like an idiot. How could he have forgotten -- even for a moment -- that his first mate had feelings for Elizabeth, too. Feelings that, had it not been for him, she might have learned to reciprocate.
He folded the letter and put it in the drawer, feeling Norrington's eyes on him. He wanted to apologize, but he was afraid that if he did, he'd only rip Norrington's wounds open again.
To his surprise, Norrington spoke. "I'm not sure which is worse -- not to have her, or only to have her from afar."
Forward
The pain flared in Turner's eyes, and Norrington wished he could call his words back. But before he could apologize, Turner nodded. "Nine years to go -- ninety-nine for you. Sometimes I wonder -- " But he shook his head.
Norrington took a firm grip on his courage. "Captain -- Turner -- you don't have to be alone."
He looked up, puzzled.
"When men are at sea for a long time, with no women -- it's expected that they will seek -- companionship -- in each other." He sounded like some stammering virgin. "I would like to offer you companionship."
Role Reversal
"I won't do this. Norrington ... I won't force you into this."
"I made the offer, Turner. That takes force out of the equation."
"A misguided sense of obligation, then."
Norrington shut his eyes, as if in pain. "Does it surprise you that I might, occasionally, like to feel hands on me that are not my own?"
"Yes. No! I mean -- if you want to do this, then you have to be in charge. Tell me what you want. How you like to be touched. What gives you pleasure." He smiled up at Norrington. "I am yours to command."
Order(s)
Norrington found his mouth dry. He was tempted to turn tail and run, to retreat to his own cabin and hide. "I can't -- I don't know how much I can reciprocate."
"Your orders, Mr. Norrington," Turner said, looking entirely too calm about the whole thing.
"Kiss me," he blurted, and for a moment he was afraid Turner would ask him where or how or some other daft question but to his relief, the man obeyed. Chapped lips grazed his own, parted, and it was easier to accept that invitation than to try and verbalize the desperate want he felt.
Please Don't
Norrington's hands were almost frantic as he stripped Will out of his clothes, but when he reached for his own coat, he hesitated. Will saw the pain lurking in his green eyes.
"Can I trust you to keep your eyes shut?"
"Norrington, I've seen -- "
He held up one hand; Will realized he was shaking. "Pity," he said, "is not exactly conducive to a mutually pleasurable encounter.
Will nodded. He unknotted Norrington's cravat, slid it off, and used it to cover his own eyes.
In the darkness behind the blindfold, he waited. Finally, Norrington's lips brushed his once more.
Play
Now that they'd crossed the threshold, Norrington wasn't sure he was ready. For too long, his body had been a source of pain. And though he was hardly a virgin, it had been years since he'd been with a man. Not since he was a Lieutenant had he had the luxury of being with equals.
To delay matters, he began to toy with the curls at the nape of Turner's neck, coiling them around his fingers as he kissed the other man. Turner -- who probably hadn't been with a man before -- traced abstract, teasing patterns on his skin.
Secrets
Will traced his fingers along Norrington's skin, feeling the unfamiliar texture; the rough scatter of hairs on his chest, and beneath it, the raised scars on his skin. Though he knew what Jones had done to Norrington, he'd only seen the evidence once, and fleetingly.
Blindly, he slid one hand lower, tracing one particularly vicious scar to where it ended. Spread his hand flat on the warm solidness. His fingertips brushed against coarser hair. "Do you want me to -- "
He felt the deep rise-and-fall of Norrington's chest, heard the shaky exhale. Then Norrington led him to the bed.
Sweat
Before he could talk himself out of this, Norrington drew Turner down on the bed beside him. Kissed him again, just a shade harder, more demanding, then traced his mouth down Turner's neck, tasted the salt-sweat.
He sat up long enough to grab the lamp, blew it out, and poured a bit of the oil on his hands. In the dark, he found Turner's prick, slicked it with the oil, and then did the same to his own. Between the oil and the sweat, they'd slide well enough.
He ground his hips against Turner's, and heard the other man gasp.
Close
Will clutched at Norrington's hips, pulling him close. Norrington rolled over on top of him, ground his hips again. He set up a maddening rhythm -- just a fraction too slow -- and Will heard himself whine, low in his throat.
Finally, when Will thought he could bear it no more, Norrington sped up. Colors exploded behind the blindfold, and he cried out against the other man's shoulder. For a moment Norrington went still, but then he collapsed atop Will, breathing roughly.
After a long moment, he rolled off -- but he clutched Will close, as he drifted to sleep.