Happy Valentine's Day
Title: Painted Kisses
Author: starrdust411
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Jack/Will
Rating: PG
Summary: Will has an admirer
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. Pirates of the Caribbean, its story and characters, is owned by Walt Disney Pictures.
Warnings: Fluff, Romance
Will moaned as his skin began to tingle. The veil of sleep was still resting heavily upon him when he was suddenly startled out of his dream world by the sensation of something softly rubbing against his skin. It was too smooth, too soft to be a hand and too cool to be a pair of lips. Will felt a grin tug at the corner of his lips at the idea of what could be caressing him so.
The sensation began at his neck, brushing gently at the juncture between his shoulder and throat before traveling over to his collar. The grin soon turned into a full smile as the young man rolled onto his back, deciding to play along with his admirer's game. As he lay sprawled out on his back, he was not at all surprised when his admirer began to take advantage of his exposed chest and began gently drifting down his body.
Will gasped in pleasure as the brush (was it a brush? No, it couldn't be! There were no bristles and it was still far too gentle of a touch. Yet the movements reminded Will of the way an artist used a paint brush, painting a picture with each stroke) began to gently circle his left nipple, causing the nub to harden in pleasure. The blacksmith moaned as he arched his leg, suddenly very thankful for the bed sheet wrapped securely around his waist.
The urge to open his eyes, to peek at his secret admirer was almost too much for the blacksmith to resist, yet he managed to fight against that urge, knowing full and well that it would completely ruin the game.
Another moan escaped his lips as the "brush" moved from one nipple to slowly slide over and attack the other. The smith had to laugh at the way his body was responding to these caresses. The way his toes began to curl, the way his back began to arch and the way blood was starting to color his cheeks and rush to his lower regions all seemed a bit silly. Yet the sensation felt too good for words.
The caress began to travel south once again, wafting over the plains of his flat stomach and dipping into his navel, before lifting off of his body. A small frown began to play at the corner of Will's lips at the loss. He wanted more, yet was too embarrassed to admit it.
He was delighted when his admirer began caressing him once more, this time against his smooth cheek. Will smiled as he titled his head into the gentle touch. He was surprised when it moved down to his chin before landing on his lips and staying there. It was then that Will was finally able to pick up the strong, yet sweet fragrance of his admirer's "brush." He pursed his lips, kissing the petals that had been rubbing against his body before opening his eyes to see Jack Sparrow smiling down at him.
"Happy St. Valentine's, darlin'," Jack purred as he leaned forward and replaced the rose with his lips.
Author's Note: Personally, I hate Valentine's Day, so I'm sort of surprised that I actually went ahead and wrote a Valentine's Day story. I guess it's because I just love Turrow and wanted to challenge myself to write a fic that wasn't Mpreg :P
Author: starrdust411
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Jack/Will
Rating: PG
Summary: Will has an admirer
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. Pirates of the Caribbean, its story and characters, is owned by Walt Disney Pictures.
Warnings: Fluff, Romance
Will moaned as his skin began to tingle. The veil of sleep was still resting heavily upon him when he was suddenly startled out of his dream world by the sensation of something softly rubbing against his skin. It was too smooth, too soft to be a hand and too cool to be a pair of lips. Will felt a grin tug at the corner of his lips at the idea of what could be caressing him so.
The sensation began at his neck, brushing gently at the juncture between his shoulder and throat before traveling over to his collar. The grin soon turned into a full smile as the young man rolled onto his back, deciding to play along with his admirer's game. As he lay sprawled out on his back, he was not at all surprised when his admirer began to take advantage of his exposed chest and began gently drifting down his body.
Will gasped in pleasure as the brush (was it a brush? No, it couldn't be! There were no bristles and it was still far too gentle of a touch. Yet the movements reminded Will of the way an artist used a paint brush, painting a picture with each stroke) began to gently circle his left nipple, causing the nub to harden in pleasure. The blacksmith moaned as he arched his leg, suddenly very thankful for the bed sheet wrapped securely around his waist.
The urge to open his eyes, to peek at his secret admirer was almost too much for the blacksmith to resist, yet he managed to fight against that urge, knowing full and well that it would completely ruin the game.
Another moan escaped his lips as the "brush" moved from one nipple to slowly slide over and attack the other. The smith had to laugh at the way his body was responding to these caresses. The way his toes began to curl, the way his back began to arch and the way blood was starting to color his cheeks and rush to his lower regions all seemed a bit silly. Yet the sensation felt too good for words.
The caress began to travel south once again, wafting over the plains of his flat stomach and dipping into his navel, before lifting off of his body. A small frown began to play at the corner of Will's lips at the loss. He wanted more, yet was too embarrassed to admit it.
He was delighted when his admirer began caressing him once more, this time against his smooth cheek. Will smiled as he titled his head into the gentle touch. He was surprised when it moved down to his chin before landing on his lips and staying there. It was then that Will was finally able to pick up the strong, yet sweet fragrance of his admirer's "brush." He pursed his lips, kissing the petals that had been rubbing against his body before opening his eyes to see Jack Sparrow smiling down at him.
"Happy St. Valentine's, darlin'," Jack purred as he leaned forward and replaced the rose with his lips.
Author's Note: Personally, I hate Valentine's Day, so I'm sort of surprised that I actually went ahead and wrote a Valentine's Day story. I guess it's because I just love Turrow and wanted to challenge myself to write a fic that wasn't Mpreg :P