POTC Fic: Release
Title: Release
Pairing: Jack/Will
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: About 1900
Disclaimer: Characters belong to the Mouse!
Warnings: Slash; light bondage
Note: Written for captsparrow4evr at the jackwill fic exchange. Prompt was "If Jack and Will were immortal in modern-day America, what would a sexy role-play look like for them?"
Jack sat at the corner of the long bar, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of the rocks glass in front of him. It was not the kind of place he would have normally frequented--the countertop was marble, and light glittered from a crystal chandelier. Muted chords of a Beethoven sonata came from the tuxedo-wearing piano player, mostly ignored by the patrons. He suddenly realized that a young woman was staring at him across her martini, one perfectly arched brow raised as her eyes swept appraisingly over him. He lifted his glass and deliberately tilted it in her direction, unable to suppress his grin as she blushed crimson and quickly looked away. He brushed back a stray tendril of hair as he swallowed the last dregs of the glass, catching the eye of the bartender.
"Can I get you anything else?"
"Another rum, if you would," Jack said. "And I was expecting a message."
"Check with the desk," he replied as he sat a fresh glass in front of him. Jack nodded, pulling out a few bills and tossing them on the bar. He finished the drink in one swig.
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It was a friendly redhead who handed him the ivory envelope, smiling and commenting on the wax seal. Jack returned her grin--in another time, another place, he would have pursued the unspoken invitation she had given him. At present, however, he had but one goal.
To find Will Turner.
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Jack slid a finger beneath the wax seal, slowly opening the envelope to find a small piece of paper wrapped around a key. The instruction was brief. Room 812. Wadding up the paper and tossing it into a nearby bin, Jack pocketed the key and strode purposefully to a nearby elevator.
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The room was dark, save for a distant flicker of candlelight, as Jack stepped inside, quietly shutting the door behind him.
"Will?" he called, his eyes straining to adjust to the dim light. He took a few hesitating steps inside, startled only when he heard the door lock behind him. He whirled, and felt strong hands on his chest pushing him farther back into the room.
"It took you longer than I expected," a familiar voice said as Jack felt the backs of his legs bump into something. He realized it was a chair only moments before Will firmly pushed him again, forcing him to sit.
"I only had to go around the entire damned city," Jack complained, with no real force to his voice. And it was true--ten clues in all which had ultimately led him to this room. Even in the dim light afforded by the few candles Will had lit around the room, Jack could see the smile on his face.
"But a skilled navigator like yourself..."
"Usually knows the destination in advance," Jack interrupted. He felt Will's hands on his shoulders, rubbing gently before he sank down on Jack's lap.
"I think you knew the destination," Will whispered into his ear, his voice heavy with want. Jack almost groaned, and felt a throb in his loins. Hands traced the length of his chest, skilled fingers slowly unfastening the buttons of his shirt before pushing the material back, exposing bare flesh. Jack inhaled sharply as Will's mouth joined his hands, searing a path downwards before firmly nipping an erect nipple. Jack started to grasp Will's shoulders, to push him back so he could stand, navigate to the soft, inviting bed not too far away, but Will caught his wrists and shook his head.
"No. This is my game. My rules. Stay there."
Jack's eyes followed Will's silhouette as he took a few steps away, retrieving something from nearby the bed. As he approached, Jack could see that Will was twisting what appeared to be bonds in his hands. Jack raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"
"Really, Jack. Following anonymous clues from one place to another--who knows what sort of trouble could have been waiting for you?" Jack could hear the taunt in Will's voice as he leaned forward, draping the material around Jack's shoulders--silk, he realized.
"It seems I found it..." Jack drawled, his mouth seeking Will's only to be denied as Will swiftly pulled away.
With one quick motion, Will wrapped the scarf around Jack’s eyes and tied it securely. Instinctively, Jack reached up to remove it, gasping as Will gently slapped his hands away. "Keep your hands down, or I shall have to tie them as well."
Deprived of his sight, Jack felt as if his skin had begun to tingle. He strained to hear Will's breathing, to determine by his movement where he was, but he could hear nothing but the quickened beating of his own heart. He outright gasped as he felt Will's fingers upon his flesh again, tracing slow, indecipherable patterns across his chest. He reached out, trying to find Will, to feel his body, but again, Will only pushed him away.
"I warned you," he whispered, his mouth almost touching Jack's ear, the cool whisper of his breath across Jack's neck causing him to shiver. Jack did not protest as he felt his wrists tied to the arms of the chair with the same silken bonds.
Each moment that ticked by seemed to stretch on an eternity as Jack sat, blinded and bound, his erection still straining against his trousers. His breath quickened as he heard the nearby rustle of fabric and soft footsteps on plush carpet. He was not fully prepared, however, for the sudden assault of Will's mouth on his chest, coupled with one hand rubbing teasingly across his still-clothed cock. He moaned into Will's open mouth as it sought his own, the sound lost in the warm, welcoming depths.
"So it seems I have the great Captain Sparrow entirely at my mercy," he taunted, as tapering fingers slipped beneath the waistband of Jack's pants, just barely grazing hard, silken flesh before withdrawing.
"Impossible," Jack breathed. "No one captures Jack Sparrow."
"Indeed?" Deft fingers unfastened and unzipped Jack's trousers, splaying them open wide before tugging them and his boxer shorts down his hips. Jack shifted about and lifted himself ever so slightly to facilitate the removal, until they pooled around his ankles. "Am I to assume you surrendered to me, then?"
"Never surrender, either," Jack said, a bit of his usual braggadocio slipping into his voice.
Will smiled as he wrapped his hand firmly around the base of Jack's cock, pleased at the strangled groan it elicited. "So you just walked into my trap, then?"
"Seems that way," Jack panted as Will slowly stroked up and down the length of his shaft. "But, I will concede neither capture nor surrender, as it were."
Will deliberately pulled away, noting the disappointment that flashed across Jack's features. "Then it makes it rather difficult to negotiate the conditions of your..." He paused for a long moment, sinking unseen to his knees before the bound man, leaning forward so that his lips were a hair's breadth from Jack's cock. "Release..." He had no sooner uttered the word before he took Jack into his mouth, sucking its length a few times before settling at the head, his lips forming a hot, wet seal around it as his tongue teasingly traced around the tip.
"For fuck's sake, Will," Jack gasped, his voice deeper than usual. "I yield."
Will chuckled slightly, Jack's cock still firmly ensconced in his mouth. The sound reverberated against the sensitive flesh, causing Jack's fingers to scrabble against the arms of the chair, finally finding purchase and grasping until his knuckles turned white. Will only pulled back for the briefest of moments, to mumble against the very tip of Jack's member, "Not yet, you don't." He began to suck on Jack's cock in earnest, one hand gently massaging the sensitive flesh of his balls while the other stroked and pumped the shaft while his mouth worked the tip. Desperate, Jack tossed his head back, his eyes clenched shut in spite of the blindfold. Each time he was sure he was at the brink of release, Will would withdraw, substituting teasing whispers of touches in the place of emphatic strokes.
"Please, Will...," Jack finally begged, his arms straining against the silken ties. For a moment, he cursed ever teaching the whelp how to tie a proper knot. Will silenced him with another kiss before standing. Jack groaned in frustration--desperate for release, unsure of where Will was, or what he had planned. His need was sated when he felt Will's fingers, slick with lubricant, gently manipulate his still-aching cock. Much to his surprise, he felt Will's warm flesh against his own, felt his fingers guide his length into his body. Jack shuddered as Will slowly raised himself up and down on his cock. "I...I want to see you," Jack breathed. There was a pause as Will reached around and drew the blindfold off. Jack blinked a few times before meeting Will's eyes as he stared at him over his shoulder. Jack slowly leaned forward and deliberately pressed a kiss against Will's shoulder, his flesh tasting of soap and sweat. Will continued riding Jack, carefully using the arms of the chair to support himself, his back arching with each rise and fall. Jack met each thrust with a slight raise of his hips, pleased when he saw Will toss his head back, emitting his own guttural moan.
It only took a few more thrusts before Jack was entirely overcome, crying out as he filled Will's body with his seed, the silken bonds driving into his flesh as he twitched, before he collapsed weakly against the back of the chair, his head lolling about a bit as he grinned lazily at Will's back. Will slowly rose, Jack gasping as his still-sensitive cock fell from Will's body. A small, chaste kiss was coupled with Will's fingers deftly unfastening the ties. Jack started to reach for him--to pull him close and hold him--but Will pulled him forward. Jack followed, allowing Will to position him on his knees before him.
"You've gained your release, Captain Sparrow," Will said, his fingers tangling gently in Jack's dark tresses and directing his head towards his erect member. "Now pay your debt."
Jack needed no further instruction. He took Will into his mouth, sucking with new-found enthusiasm, each little cry urging him on. It did not take long for Will to find his own release, groaning, and thrusting hard into Jack's mouth. As he was still panting, still overcome, he looked down at Jack, his tanned body glowing golden in the light cast by the dying candles, and watched as Jack slowly drew his tongue across his lips, lapping up a small remnant of his seed which had spilled. Will pulled him up, their mouths meeting in a breathless kiss. As they parted, Jack gave him a wolfish grin. "Was my payment sufficient?"
Will quirked a brow and shrugged. "As a first installment." As Jack's eyes widened ever so slightly, he grinned and pushed the pirate onto the large, plush bed. "But we have all night for you to make full recompense."