Fic: Pirates of the Caribbean, Will/Norrington
Title: Familiar Ground
Author:
brushfiretiger
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PotC3 spoilers
Word count: 1,132
A/N: Oct 9- Pirates of the Caribbean, Will/Norrington: oral, rimming and rum - "Because 9 years, 364 days, 23 hours and 59 minutes is a very, very, very long time."
SORRY THIS IS SO LATE!!!
Will Turner watched as the last of his human cargo stepped off onto the solid ground of the afterlife. He hadn't realized how hard he had been staring at each boot as it hit the sandy shore until there were no more. Each time he delivered another shipload of souls to the other side, the young captain was amazed at how loud a single step onto sand could be. It was queer how he had never noticed it before, but then nine years, three hundred. sixty-four days, twenty-three hours and fifty-nine minutes was a very, very long time to be kept from making that sound himself.
Shaking himself from his reverie, Will was just about to turn away and give the orders to ready for sail when a familiar voice called out to him.
"Ahoy there, Mr. Turner," came the call from the shore. "I suppose I should address you as Captain Turner now though, shouldn't I?"
Will turned and cocked his head to one side as a man came forward and made his way up the gangplank. It was the once Commodore, now just plain James Norrington. Despite their past differences, Will found it hard not to feel relief at the unexpected company as James embraced him with strong arms.
"Will would be fine, actually," he said quietly, returning the warming gesture after a moment of hesitation. When they broke apart, Will looked the Naval office up and down. "Elizabeth told me that you gave your life to save hers," he said, dark brown eyes troubled as he searched for words of thanks that would equal the deed.
Norrington bowed his head for a moment. "I was, most likely, the reason she was in trouble in the first place, Mr. … Will. So the forfeit of my life seemed only fitting. Pity though, that you and she ended up parted in the end, anyway." James bit the inside of his mouth, fighting back words for as long as he could before breeching the silence Will was lost in. "There is a way to thank me."
Will looked surprised, but nodded. "Anything. If it is within my power, anything."
"Kiss me," said Norrington in a hushed whisper as he stepped forward, coming within an eyelash width of the younger man. "Kiss me and give me what I never had while I was alive."
Will swallowed hard and looked about him. His crew continued with their mindless toil, preparing the ship to leave. They seemed almost oblivious to James Norrington and his proposition, save for the fact that they managed to step around him rather than through him.
It was James who took the initiative. His lips crashed down over Will's like the breaking of the tide and a firm grasp manhandled the young captain over toward the railing of the ship. Will brought both arms up, meaning to fend off the almost brutal attack, but the connection between them stirred something within that he'd nearly forgotten and those same hands wound up pulling his attacker closer. As his lips parted to return the kiss, the small of his back hit the rail and Norrington was on him like a starved man, licking, biting his throat and ripping at Turner's loose-fitting shirt.
"You should stop," Will gasped, finding himself clinging to the lustful officer.
James looked up as he dropped down to his knees and began to fumble with the young captain's belt. "Do you really want me to?"
Will's lower lip trembled as the warmth of James' breath raced along the length of his cock. "No," he choked, fingers digging into thick wavy brown hair. Undead perhaps, but William still could feel some things and as James took him down, a decade of solitude caught up with him. "Yes. Alright, yes!" he barked, as an eager tongue brashly flicked itself along the pulse of his need. James managed to bring the young captain to the brink of his control, then before William knew what was happening, turned him around and bent him over the rail.
Calloused thumbs parted Will's cheeks and the tongue returned to work it's magic right down the center line. Will jerked and yelped, hands clutching the railing until his knuckles were white and James chuckled darkly. "Tell me Will, did Jack actually never lay a finger… or other part… on you in all the time you sailed together?"
"I hardly see where that is of any importance, Norrington!" growled out Will, trying to regain some sense of his own dignity. Something that was quickly fading.
"Ah, than he did have you-"
"He did not have me!" William snarled. "It was I who had him and I won't have you spreading rumors on the contrary!"
"Mm. Pity I missed seeing that," James purred, wetting two fingers which joined his tongue in loosening the very tight captain. The tip of it darted in and out, each time drawing a delicious sound from the pinned William.
"You talk too much, Norrington," snapped Will, looking back over his shoulder. He was rewarded with a firm hand bending him over, the quick sound of clothing discarded, and an unrestrained thrust that rocked the ship from bow to stern. Teeth clenched, William pushed back, basking in the moment of mutual gratification.
***
The Flying Dutchman rocked gently at its berth, while her captain lay in bed, curled into the form of James Norrington. An empty bottle of rum lay on the floor. Another, half empty, rested between the two new lovers.
"I suppose you should be heading back soon," whispered William against Norrington's neck as he curled just a bit tighter around him. "I need to get underway soon. The crew has stopped moving about topside and will be wondering why we aren't sailing."
"Actually Turner, as I have nowhere pressing to be in the next, oh... decade... I was wondering if you needed a hand on board," asked James quietly. "I've seen your crew and I must say that, by the looks of things, you could use an experience hand."
Surprised, William lifted his head and looked at the Naval officer. Surprise turned dark. "They aren't that bad!" he said, defending his crew.
"They aren't that good, either."
"They'll do." Will pouted. Then he sighed, because deep down he knew that having James Norrington on board would not only be a wise choice for the crew, but would ease his own pains and give him a role that wasn't always the one in charge. "Well," he said slowly, trailing one tanned finger down the center of James' chest. "There is one position that needs filling."
James arched his brow. "And that is?"
William Turner smiled, glad to finally have James right where he wanted him.
"Cabin boy."
Author:
brushfiretiger
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PotC3 spoilers
Word count: 1,132
A/N: Oct 9- Pirates of the Caribbean, Will/Norrington: oral, rimming and rum - "Because 9 years, 364 days, 23 hours and 59 minutes is a very, very, very long time."
SORRY THIS IS SO LATE!!!
Will Turner watched as the last of his human cargo stepped off onto the solid ground of the afterlife. He hadn't realized how hard he had been staring at each boot as it hit the sandy shore until there were no more. Each time he delivered another shipload of souls to the other side, the young captain was amazed at how loud a single step onto sand could be. It was queer how he had never noticed it before, but then nine years, three hundred. sixty-four days, twenty-three hours and fifty-nine minutes was a very, very long time to be kept from making that sound himself.
Shaking himself from his reverie, Will was just about to turn away and give the orders to ready for sail when a familiar voice called out to him.
"Ahoy there, Mr. Turner," came the call from the shore. "I suppose I should address you as Captain Turner now though, shouldn't I?"
Will turned and cocked his head to one side as a man came forward and made his way up the gangplank. It was the once Commodore, now just plain James Norrington. Despite their past differences, Will found it hard not to feel relief at the unexpected company as James embraced him with strong arms.
"Will would be fine, actually," he said quietly, returning the warming gesture after a moment of hesitation. When they broke apart, Will looked the Naval office up and down. "Elizabeth told me that you gave your life to save hers," he said, dark brown eyes troubled as he searched for words of thanks that would equal the deed.
Norrington bowed his head for a moment. "I was, most likely, the reason she was in trouble in the first place, Mr. … Will. So the forfeit of my life seemed only fitting. Pity though, that you and she ended up parted in the end, anyway." James bit the inside of his mouth, fighting back words for as long as he could before breeching the silence Will was lost in. "There is a way to thank me."
Will looked surprised, but nodded. "Anything. If it is within my power, anything."
"Kiss me," said Norrington in a hushed whisper as he stepped forward, coming within an eyelash width of the younger man. "Kiss me and give me what I never had while I was alive."
Will swallowed hard and looked about him. His crew continued with their mindless toil, preparing the ship to leave. They seemed almost oblivious to James Norrington and his proposition, save for the fact that they managed to step around him rather than through him.
It was James who took the initiative. His lips crashed down over Will's like the breaking of the tide and a firm grasp manhandled the young captain over toward the railing of the ship. Will brought both arms up, meaning to fend off the almost brutal attack, but the connection between them stirred something within that he'd nearly forgotten and those same hands wound up pulling his attacker closer. As his lips parted to return the kiss, the small of his back hit the rail and Norrington was on him like a starved man, licking, biting his throat and ripping at Turner's loose-fitting shirt.
"You should stop," Will gasped, finding himself clinging to the lustful officer.
James looked up as he dropped down to his knees and began to fumble with the young captain's belt. "Do you really want me to?"
Will's lower lip trembled as the warmth of James' breath raced along the length of his cock. "No," he choked, fingers digging into thick wavy brown hair. Undead perhaps, but William still could feel some things and as James took him down, a decade of solitude caught up with him. "Yes. Alright, yes!" he barked, as an eager tongue brashly flicked itself along the pulse of his need. James managed to bring the young captain to the brink of his control, then before William knew what was happening, turned him around and bent him over the rail.
Calloused thumbs parted Will's cheeks and the tongue returned to work it's magic right down the center line. Will jerked and yelped, hands clutching the railing until his knuckles were white and James chuckled darkly. "Tell me Will, did Jack actually never lay a finger… or other part… on you in all the time you sailed together?"
"I hardly see where that is of any importance, Norrington!" growled out Will, trying to regain some sense of his own dignity. Something that was quickly fading.
"Ah, than he did have you-"
"He did not have me!" William snarled. "It was I who had him and I won't have you spreading rumors on the contrary!"
"Mm. Pity I missed seeing that," James purred, wetting two fingers which joined his tongue in loosening the very tight captain. The tip of it darted in and out, each time drawing a delicious sound from the pinned William.
"You talk too much, Norrington," snapped Will, looking back over his shoulder. He was rewarded with a firm hand bending him over, the quick sound of clothing discarded, and an unrestrained thrust that rocked the ship from bow to stern. Teeth clenched, William pushed back, basking in the moment of mutual gratification.
***
The Flying Dutchman rocked gently at its berth, while her captain lay in bed, curled into the form of James Norrington. An empty bottle of rum lay on the floor. Another, half empty, rested between the two new lovers.
"I suppose you should be heading back soon," whispered William against Norrington's neck as he curled just a bit tighter around him. "I need to get underway soon. The crew has stopped moving about topside and will be wondering why we aren't sailing."
"Actually Turner, as I have nowhere pressing to be in the next, oh... decade... I was wondering if you needed a hand on board," asked James quietly. "I've seen your crew and I must say that, by the looks of things, you could use an experience hand."
Surprised, William lifted his head and looked at the Naval officer. Surprise turned dark. "They aren't that bad!" he said, defending his crew.
"They aren't that good, either."
"They'll do." Will pouted. Then he sighed, because deep down he knew that having James Norrington on board would not only be a wise choice for the crew, but would ease his own pains and give him a role that wasn't always the one in charge. "Well," he said slowly, trailing one tanned finger down the center of James' chest. "There is one position that needs filling."
James arched his brow. "And that is?"
William Turner smiled, glad to finally have James right where he wanted him.
"Cabin boy."