yet more fic
And this one is actual, non-LJ-approved NC17. WIN. Jack/Will, with implied Will/Elizabeth and Jack/Elizabeth. Spoilers for AWE.
(I am so sad that I don't have a single appropriate icon. You can pretend this is voyeur!Elizabeth, if you like.)
Terms of Settlement
Jack wasn't entirely surprised to see the Flying Dutchman sail majestically into Shipwreck Cove nine years and six months ahead of schedule. Will was a resourceful lad, and Calypso did take a shine to him at first sight. Stood to reason a bit of good might come from that, amid all the bad.
Himself, he was just grateful for the warning.
It was his grand plan to leave the Pearl in Gibbs' sometimes capable hands and burrow his way through the maritime warren that was Shipwreck Town until he found its very center. With any luck, there was still a scrap of actual land somewhere to keep the master of the Dutchman at bay.
It wasn't that he didn't want to see young William, he reasoned as he blew out the lantern in his cabin and tucked a bottle into his pocket. Truth be told, he had missed Will these past months. He supposed it was something that happened when you ended up at the ends of the earth and at death's door together. He'd missed Elizabeth when she took the Empress off, too, and he sorely wished the pair of them had been around to give him some credit for wresting the Pearl back from Barbossa yet again. Not that bloody Elizabeth hadn't laughed herself sick about his losing her when next they met, just as if she'd been a captain herself for more than fifteen minutes.
He was so busy scowling over her mirth that he nearly missed the dark figure in the longboat over by a certain distinctive Chinese vessel. Elizabeth's joyful cry alerted him and he immediately hit the deck. Safer to wait until Will had gone aboard and they had both gone below.
Not that they were likely to notice him anyway, not wrapped up in each other like the right fools they were. With a snort of contempt, he popped the bottle's cork and tossed it over his shoulder and the rail. The rum went down cold and sweet, reminding him that oh yes, he was actually doing his best to get Will to not notice him. Because of what Elizabeth was going to tell him, either before she took Will to bed or after - because of a different bottle of rum several weeks ago.
He swallowed and held the bottle up, bemused to see that he had worked through a quarter already. He had to hand it to Elizabeth, she could hold her liquor; it wasn't until the second shared bottle that she started weeping, and they had reached the dregs before he kissed her.
Jack hadn't meant to kiss her - of that he was fairly certain. And he most assuredly had not meant to stumble over to her bunk, or toss his clothing around her cabin, or hook her knees over his shoulders and give her exactly the sort of attention she had been complaining of missing. Nor did he consider what happened to be entirely his fault, for he was not the only one who should have remembered that she was married. To be fair, though, she had only slapped him once come morning.
They discussed the possibility of Will making his way to her before their intended rendezvous, and even then Jack had seen no reason why she felt she must tell him of one tiny moment of mutual weakness.
"Much less four of 'em," he muttered, taking another swig.
But Elizabeth would not be swayed and now here Jack was, talking to himself in the middle of the night and drowning in a bottle while she and the whelp made merry not two hundred yards away. Of course he'd forgive her; that was Will's nature as sure as the sea was blue. But he had proven somewhat less amenable to hearing Jack's side of any story in the past. Which was, for the most part, patently unfair - they'd gotten the old curse broken together, hadn't they, and Will had not suffered nearly so much as Jack in getting off the Pelegostos' island...
He must have drifted off during this spirited defense of his own actions, because he woke to a few more stars and a booted foot prodding his arm. Without lifting the hat that had tipped over his eyes, he brandished the nearly empty bottle at this unwelcome intruder. Mr. Gibbs would have to answer for this.
“Thanks,” said Will’s deep, amused voice, and he tipped the last swallow or two of rum into his mouth.
Jack sucked a breath in through his teeth, stood up, brushed himself off. “All right,” he said theatrically, turning his face aside and squeezing his eyes shut. “Let me have it.”
The expected blow never came. When he chanced to open one eye, Will was gazing curiously at him. He didn’t look a bit different than the last time Jack had seen him, except that the scar peeking out of the V of his shirt front had faded from its angry red.
No, there was a certain difference after all - a light in his eyes, fresh color in his cheeks. Jack didn’t know why he had blood to flush his skin when he had no heart to pump it. For that matter, Jack didn’t know how he’d managed to perform the acts which had put the flush there, and which Elizabeth had described in great detail on their night of drunken debauchery. Sorcery and sea witches - just as likely to bless a man as to curse him.
“Jack?” Will asked, and Jack realized he’d been staring at the other man’s exposed chest, and that his gaze had probably slipped to parts south in the course of his contemplations. He cleared his throat. Must be delicate about these matters, not knowing what Elizabeth had or hadn’t told him - lead up to it, like, or more wisely dance around the topic to test the waters.
That was what he thought. What came out of his mouth was, “I swived Lizzie.”
He winced, catching his tongue between his teeth before it could betray him any further. Where in hell had this honest streak come from?
Perhaps Elizabeth, because Will replied, “I know. She told me.” He sounded quite calm about it.
“She…she did?”
“Aye.” Will chucked the bottle over the side, his hands still far away from his sword or pistol. He cocked an eyebrow. “You might have asked first, you know, one or both of you.”
Still amazed that he wasn’t out cold on the deck, Jack pointed out, “Well, we weren’t sure when we’d see you again, mate.” He tried a grin and a clap of Will’s shoulder, neither of which were rebuffed. “Terribly clever of you to’ve found a way ‘round the rules.”
“Yes, well, I’ve learned from the best.” The muscles in that shoulder were very tense and Will’s eyes rather fierce. Jack could feel his face fall, sure that he was about to be licked after all. He hoped it would be quick.
He was half right. When Will grabbed him there was a certain amount of licking involved, but it seemed to go on forever.
At last their mouths slipped apart. Will rested his brow against Jack’s, breathing hard. From what little Jack could see of it at such close range, his face looked pained. Guilt pricked Jack’s heart for an older reason than the one he shared with Elizabeth.
“I haven’t got time - must be going…”
“What?” Jack croaked, running his tongue over his teeth and his hands down Will’s sides. He wasn’t surprised anymore, except in the sense of wondering why he hadn't seen this coming. The only way he thought he could make it better was to keep talking. “Leave me here like this? Or,” he continued, fingers dancing under Will’s shirt and across his taut stomach, “is it that your insatiable wife has wrung you dry?”
Will wavered between a snappy retort and a laugh, the latter winning out after a few breathless seconds.
“Oh, I have missed you, Jack,” he murmured as if someone had recently been trying to convince him otherwise. He ran his thumb along Jack’s jaw, his kiss gentler than before yet no less like Elizabeth’s. Both of them seemed to give up their whole selves, every nerve and thought and hope, and he supposed that was how they had learned, after all.
“Then come here,” Jack growled, tugging Will flush against him.
Will’s knee was rubbing between Jack’s legs, his cock hard and demanding on Jack’s thigh. They had backed up the few steps to the foremast without either realizing it. Fleetingly Jack remembered that they were out on deck where anyone might see - and that there were a good number of Shipwreckers who’d pay good money to see this - but with Will’s teeth at his ear, it was extraordinary how much he didn’t care.
He wished they had time for a proper seeing-to, but there was a dark edge to Will’s haste, and anyway Elizabeth had already taken care of all that. Tugging at the closure of Will’s breeches, Jack wasn’t about to complain about what he did get.
Will let out a choked gasp when Jack’s hand closed around his cock. Thrusting into the tight grip, he had the admirable presence of mind to fumble Jack’s laces open as well. They moved together, making low hungry sounds in the dark, fingers sometimes tangling and sometimes clutching at rough wood or tumbled hair. Jack finished first, putting his hot face against Will’s sweaty neck and hissing curses. Not to be distracted from straining, whimpering Will, he shook his head to clear the white from his vision and worked his cock faster.
“Jack - oh…” Will groaned as he came, hips jerking. His shaking hand touched down on Jack’s face and he whispered, “Please, don’t leave - we can’t…”
Jack might have made a quip about who was doing the leaving, but Will’s weight was heavy on him and he only could only say, “I won’t. I swear.”
Time was bearing down as it would; Will had barely done up his breeches when he said, “I’m sorry, I do have to go, but you’ll…?” It was something of a question, but Will shook his head and didn’t wait for an answer. “I will be back. I don’t know when.”
He kissed Jack once more, swiftly, and disappeared like a proper figure out of eerie legend. Jack leaned against the mast for a moment, getting his breath back and lamenting the ache his back was sure to develop. Then he returned to the other.
“Your idiot guard nearly wouldn’t let me aboard,” he announced as he swept into the cabin. Elizabeth didn’t stir, though he knew she was awake. Sure enough, when he slipped under the sheets, she pressed back against him with a sleepy mumble that fooled no one. And when he wrapped an arm around her, she pulled it tighter and pressed her lips to his palm, where Will’s seed had been spilt.
“Calculating wench,” Jack accused her with false heat.
“Salty cur,” Elizabeth replied instantly, smiling like a cat in the dark.
(I am so sad that I don't have a single appropriate icon. You can pretend this is voyeur!Elizabeth, if you like.)
Terms of Settlement
Jack wasn't entirely surprised to see the Flying Dutchman sail majestically into Shipwreck Cove nine years and six months ahead of schedule. Will was a resourceful lad, and Calypso did take a shine to him at first sight. Stood to reason a bit of good might come from that, amid all the bad.
Himself, he was just grateful for the warning.
It was his grand plan to leave the Pearl in Gibbs' sometimes capable hands and burrow his way through the maritime warren that was Shipwreck Town until he found its very center. With any luck, there was still a scrap of actual land somewhere to keep the master of the Dutchman at bay.
It wasn't that he didn't want to see young William, he reasoned as he blew out the lantern in his cabin and tucked a bottle into his pocket. Truth be told, he had missed Will these past months. He supposed it was something that happened when you ended up at the ends of the earth and at death's door together. He'd missed Elizabeth when she took the Empress off, too, and he sorely wished the pair of them had been around to give him some credit for wresting the Pearl back from Barbossa yet again. Not that bloody Elizabeth hadn't laughed herself sick about his losing her when next they met, just as if she'd been a captain herself for more than fifteen minutes.
He was so busy scowling over her mirth that he nearly missed the dark figure in the longboat over by a certain distinctive Chinese vessel. Elizabeth's joyful cry alerted him and he immediately hit the deck. Safer to wait until Will had gone aboard and they had both gone below.
Not that they were likely to notice him anyway, not wrapped up in each other like the right fools they were. With a snort of contempt, he popped the bottle's cork and tossed it over his shoulder and the rail. The rum went down cold and sweet, reminding him that oh yes, he was actually doing his best to get Will to not notice him. Because of what Elizabeth was going to tell him, either before she took Will to bed or after - because of a different bottle of rum several weeks ago.
He swallowed and held the bottle up, bemused to see that he had worked through a quarter already. He had to hand it to Elizabeth, she could hold her liquor; it wasn't until the second shared bottle that she started weeping, and they had reached the dregs before he kissed her.
Jack hadn't meant to kiss her - of that he was fairly certain. And he most assuredly had not meant to stumble over to her bunk, or toss his clothing around her cabin, or hook her knees over his shoulders and give her exactly the sort of attention she had been complaining of missing. Nor did he consider what happened to be entirely his fault, for he was not the only one who should have remembered that she was married. To be fair, though, she had only slapped him once come morning.
They discussed the possibility of Will making his way to her before their intended rendezvous, and even then Jack had seen no reason why she felt she must tell him of one tiny moment of mutual weakness.
"Much less four of 'em," he muttered, taking another swig.
But Elizabeth would not be swayed and now here Jack was, talking to himself in the middle of the night and drowning in a bottle while she and the whelp made merry not two hundred yards away. Of course he'd forgive her; that was Will's nature as sure as the sea was blue. But he had proven somewhat less amenable to hearing Jack's side of any story in the past. Which was, for the most part, patently unfair - they'd gotten the old curse broken together, hadn't they, and Will had not suffered nearly so much as Jack in getting off the Pelegostos' island...
He must have drifted off during this spirited defense of his own actions, because he woke to a few more stars and a booted foot prodding his arm. Without lifting the hat that had tipped over his eyes, he brandished the nearly empty bottle at this unwelcome intruder. Mr. Gibbs would have to answer for this.
“Thanks,” said Will’s deep, amused voice, and he tipped the last swallow or two of rum into his mouth.
Jack sucked a breath in through his teeth, stood up, brushed himself off. “All right,” he said theatrically, turning his face aside and squeezing his eyes shut. “Let me have it.”
The expected blow never came. When he chanced to open one eye, Will was gazing curiously at him. He didn’t look a bit different than the last time Jack had seen him, except that the scar peeking out of the V of his shirt front had faded from its angry red.
No, there was a certain difference after all - a light in his eyes, fresh color in his cheeks. Jack didn’t know why he had blood to flush his skin when he had no heart to pump it. For that matter, Jack didn’t know how he’d managed to perform the acts which had put the flush there, and which Elizabeth had described in great detail on their night of drunken debauchery. Sorcery and sea witches - just as likely to bless a man as to curse him.
“Jack?” Will asked, and Jack realized he’d been staring at the other man’s exposed chest, and that his gaze had probably slipped to parts south in the course of his contemplations. He cleared his throat. Must be delicate about these matters, not knowing what Elizabeth had or hadn’t told him - lead up to it, like, or more wisely dance around the topic to test the waters.
That was what he thought. What came out of his mouth was, “I swived Lizzie.”
He winced, catching his tongue between his teeth before it could betray him any further. Where in hell had this honest streak come from?
Perhaps Elizabeth, because Will replied, “I know. She told me.” He sounded quite calm about it.
“She…she did?”
“Aye.” Will chucked the bottle over the side, his hands still far away from his sword or pistol. He cocked an eyebrow. “You might have asked first, you know, one or both of you.”
Still amazed that he wasn’t out cold on the deck, Jack pointed out, “Well, we weren’t sure when we’d see you again, mate.” He tried a grin and a clap of Will’s shoulder, neither of which were rebuffed. “Terribly clever of you to’ve found a way ‘round the rules.”
“Yes, well, I’ve learned from the best.” The muscles in that shoulder were very tense and Will’s eyes rather fierce. Jack could feel his face fall, sure that he was about to be licked after all. He hoped it would be quick.
He was half right. When Will grabbed him there was a certain amount of licking involved, but it seemed to go on forever.
At last their mouths slipped apart. Will rested his brow against Jack’s, breathing hard. From what little Jack could see of it at such close range, his face looked pained. Guilt pricked Jack’s heart for an older reason than the one he shared with Elizabeth.
“I haven’t got time - must be going…”
“What?” Jack croaked, running his tongue over his teeth and his hands down Will’s sides. He wasn’t surprised anymore, except in the sense of wondering why he hadn't seen this coming. The only way he thought he could make it better was to keep talking. “Leave me here like this? Or,” he continued, fingers dancing under Will’s shirt and across his taut stomach, “is it that your insatiable wife has wrung you dry?”
Will wavered between a snappy retort and a laugh, the latter winning out after a few breathless seconds.
“Oh, I have missed you, Jack,” he murmured as if someone had recently been trying to convince him otherwise. He ran his thumb along Jack’s jaw, his kiss gentler than before yet no less like Elizabeth’s. Both of them seemed to give up their whole selves, every nerve and thought and hope, and he supposed that was how they had learned, after all.
“Then come here,” Jack growled, tugging Will flush against him.
Will’s knee was rubbing between Jack’s legs, his cock hard and demanding on Jack’s thigh. They had backed up the few steps to the foremast without either realizing it. Fleetingly Jack remembered that they were out on deck where anyone might see - and that there were a good number of Shipwreckers who’d pay good money to see this - but with Will’s teeth at his ear, it was extraordinary how much he didn’t care.
He wished they had time for a proper seeing-to, but there was a dark edge to Will’s haste, and anyway Elizabeth had already taken care of all that. Tugging at the closure of Will’s breeches, Jack wasn’t about to complain about what he did get.
Will let out a choked gasp when Jack’s hand closed around his cock. Thrusting into the tight grip, he had the admirable presence of mind to fumble Jack’s laces open as well. They moved together, making low hungry sounds in the dark, fingers sometimes tangling and sometimes clutching at rough wood or tumbled hair. Jack finished first, putting his hot face against Will’s sweaty neck and hissing curses. Not to be distracted from straining, whimpering Will, he shook his head to clear the white from his vision and worked his cock faster.
“Jack - oh…” Will groaned as he came, hips jerking. His shaking hand touched down on Jack’s face and he whispered, “Please, don’t leave - we can’t…”
Jack might have made a quip about who was doing the leaving, but Will’s weight was heavy on him and he only could only say, “I won’t. I swear.”
Time was bearing down as it would; Will had barely done up his breeches when he said, “I’m sorry, I do have to go, but you’ll…?” It was something of a question, but Will shook his head and didn’t wait for an answer. “I will be back. I don’t know when.”
He kissed Jack once more, swiftly, and disappeared like a proper figure out of eerie legend. Jack leaned against the mast for a moment, getting his breath back and lamenting the ache his back was sure to develop. Then he returned to the other.
“Your idiot guard nearly wouldn’t let me aboard,” he announced as he swept into the cabin. Elizabeth didn’t stir, though he knew she was awake. Sure enough, when he slipped under the sheets, she pressed back against him with a sleepy mumble that fooled no one. And when he wrapped an arm around her, she pulled it tighter and pressed her lips to his palm, where Will’s seed had been spilt.
“Calculating wench,” Jack accused her with false heat.
“Salty cur,” Elizabeth replied instantly, smiling like a cat in the dark.