Fanfc - Control
Title: Control
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairings: Jack/Beckett
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Jack helps Cutler relax after the stresses of running the EITC get too much.
Warnings: slash, sex, dom/sub, little bit of bondage, no dialogue.
Control
Cutler threw his coat to the floor as he stormed into his bed chamber. Things had not gone well today. The company was sinking fast and soon he would need to start selling back merchandise. He paused to rub his temples, sighing. Every muscle in his body ached from tension, and his head throbbed every time he thought about the enormous debt the East India Trading Company had amassed over the past year and a half.
Cutler continued to disrobe as he made his way into the bathroom. He didn’t flinch when he heard the creak behind him; the window opening, and the shuffling of bare footsteps. In fact, he could feel himself relax just a little, and a small smile tugged on his lips. He knew that Jack would come. Jack always knew when Cutler needed him; a welcome distraction from the stresses of running the world’s largest trading company. He unbuckled and lowered his breeches, and then, placing his hands on the bench top, spread his legs and lifted his arse in offering, needing so badly to just be taken, wanting pain to take his mind off his worries.
He felt the heat radiating from Jack as his lover approached, could smell the intoxicating scent of rum and ocean and Jack. The sailor stood behind him, but didn’t touch him. It was maddening; every fiber of Cutler’s being wanted to feel Jack around him, inside of him, but Jack liked to tease. It would be so easy for Cutler to just turn around and grab him and pull him close, but he wanted to relinquish control to Jack. Having control over the company made him sick with worry; it was an oppressive burden that he knew he could give to Jack completely, if only for a little while, and taste that freedom that he took for granted every day.
Cutler felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end when Jack moved closer, his breath on Cutler’s shoulders. The first contact Cutler felt was Jack’s lips pressed to his neck, and he shuddered, feeling Jack smile against him. He wanted more, needed it, but he knew that Jack would only give it to him when he’d had his fun. Jack snaked his arms around Cutler’s stomach, and Cutler pressed back against him, reveling in the warmth now on his back. He could feel the muscles in his legs loosen, and he didn’t dare lift his hands from the bench top, not trusting his knees to support him. Jack kissed his shoulder blade, and then Cutler’s toes clenched as he felt a wet, hot tongue paint patterns on his back. Jack’s hands ran down his sides as his tongue followed, tracing the curve of his back, his buttocks, his thighs, and Cutler couldn’t help but moan when Jack reached that sensitive spot on the back of his knee.
When Jack came back up, he had Cutler’s kerchief, which he tied around Cutler’s eyes. Now unable to see, and barely able to walk, Cutler was completely at Jack’s mercy. When Jack returned his arms around Cutler’s waist, Cutler leaned back into him, trusting Jack completely not to let him fall. He felt himself unraveling, the heat of Jack’s touch infusing through his muscles and making his body unwind, but also burn for more. As Jack’s hands stroked and his tongue lapped over every part of his body, every tingle on his skin went straight to his groin. Jack’s touch filled his thoughts, and he was beyond caring how Jack managed to support his weight while administering these heavenly sensations. He felt himself being lowered to the floor, and he let Jack bend him over and position him to give the most access. He was completely exposed and completely vulnerable, completely at Jack’s mercy. Jack could do anything to him, anything he wanted, and Cutler would be able to do nothing but let it happen, let the sensations wash over him. He felt his cheeks part and could do nothing but moan, knowing that Jack was in control of the situation, and trusting him to give him what he needed. He tried not to buck as he felt the first hot, slick finger enter him. He may have begged for another finger, for more friction, but his mind was in a haze so he couldn’t be too sure. Either way he could do nothing but cry out when Jack finally hit that sweet spot inside him. He was powerless as to how quickly or slowly Jack thrust with his finger - or was it fingers? - he had lost count and either way, whatever Jack was doing was perfect… until the fingers were withdrawn and Cutler was left feeling empty and cold. It didn’t last long though, because soon Cutler felt Jack’s cock near his entrance, slowly breeching him. Any pain he might’ve felt was long forgotten when Jack’s hand curled around his cock, teasing him at first until Cutler almost screamed, and then pumping in earnest to the same rhythm of Jack’s own pumping inside him. Jack was overwhelming him with sensations and Cutler was nearly paralyzed with pleasure, unable to move, unable to think, only able to feel as Jack brought him all the way to the edge.
When the after effects of orgasm subsided, Cutler found himself nestled in Jack’s arms on a blanket on the floor of his bathroom. The floor was hard, but he didn’t want to move, and apparently neither did Jack. He knew that tomorrow he would have to go back to facing the failing company that he was responsible for, but for now his entire world was right next to him, already sleeping soundly with a knowing smirk on his lips. Since Jack was still in control for tonight, Cutler obediently laid his head down in the crook of Jack’s neck and wrapped the rest of the blanket around them, settling into a peaceful, worry free slumber.