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moit_ficsTitle: Pilfered Materials
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Pairing: Will/Jack
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Rating: R
Genre: Romance
Warnings: wanking, implied slash, implied het
Summary: Despite his love for Elizabeth, Will finds himself drawn to Jack.
Word Count: 491
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mmom #6
They’d been out to sea for weeks with no end in sight. Will wasn’t even sure Jack knew where he was going anymore. Part of him worried he’d wake up one morning to find that they’d docked in England. The one thing he did know was that the longer they remained at sea, the more Will’s love for Elizabeth waned and his desire for Jack grew. There was something about the self-assured way that Jack commanded his crew and sailed his ship.
He stalked across the deck, one hand on the hilt of his sword, the other holding that broken compass of his. Half the time, he was drunk and infuriating. The other half of the time, he was drunk and infuriating. All the time, lately, he drove Will mad with desire. Will wanted to believe that Jack had no idea what he was doing, but he knew better.
Other than sailing his beloved Pearl, Jack’s sole mission in life was to get drunk and have sex. Will watching him take countless men and women to his bed, so he knew he didn’t discriminate between sexes. Will could have jumped in bed with him at any time, but he still couldn’t fight the obligation he felt to Elizabeth.
Jack finally pulled himself out of his quarters when the sun was high in the sky. He stumbled onto the deck, clothes askew, the scarf around his waist trailing behind him. Unbeknownst to Jack, the material caught on a stray nail and unknotted itself from his waist.
Will bent down and picked up the fall the fallen scarf. He should have given it back called out, something, but instead, he balled the scarf up and shoved it into his pocket before anyone saw what he’d done.
He didn’t dare pull the scarf back out until he was alone in his own quarters that night. He pulled the scarf out slowly, wanting to savour the moment as the yards of fabric unfolded. In its entirety, the scarf was almost as long as Will’s body. He laid it over himself like a blanket, inhaling the scent of rum and salt and Jack. The smell alone had Will hard as a rock.
He reached into his trousers, pulling his cock out. As much as he loved her, Elizabeth never made him feel like this. She was beautiful and smelled of fresh ivory soap, but she didn’t make Will’s cock feel like he could drive nails through wood with it.
He trailed the edge of the scarf over the tip of his cock, shivering at the feeling. He knew he’d have to give the scarf back, so he didn’t want to soil it, but a little touch wouldn’t hurt . . .
Will was just getting into it when a creak on the wood flooring made him look up.
“If it was me you were after, lad, you didn’t need to steal me scarf to get it.”
Author:
moitPairing: Will/Jack
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Rating: R
Genre: Romance
Warnings: wanking, implied slash, implied het
Summary: Despite his love for Elizabeth, Will finds himself drawn to Jack.
Word Count: 491
Challenge:
mmom #6They’d been out to sea for weeks with no end in sight. Will wasn’t even sure Jack knew where he was going anymore. Part of him worried he’d wake up one morning to find that they’d docked in England. The one thing he did know was that the longer they remained at sea, the more Will’s love for Elizabeth waned and his desire for Jack grew. There was something about the self-assured way that Jack commanded his crew and sailed his ship.
He stalked across the deck, one hand on the hilt of his sword, the other holding that broken compass of his. Half the time, he was drunk and infuriating. The other half of the time, he was drunk and infuriating. All the time, lately, he drove Will mad with desire. Will wanted to believe that Jack had no idea what he was doing, but he knew better.
Other than sailing his beloved Pearl, Jack’s sole mission in life was to get drunk and have sex. Will watching him take countless men and women to his bed, so he knew he didn’t discriminate between sexes. Will could have jumped in bed with him at any time, but he still couldn’t fight the obligation he felt to Elizabeth.
Jack finally pulled himself out of his quarters when the sun was high in the sky. He stumbled onto the deck, clothes askew, the scarf around his waist trailing behind him. Unbeknownst to Jack, the material caught on a stray nail and unknotted itself from his waist.
Will bent down and picked up the fall the fallen scarf. He should have given it back called out, something, but instead, he balled the scarf up and shoved it into his pocket before anyone saw what he’d done.
He didn’t dare pull the scarf back out until he was alone in his own quarters that night. He pulled the scarf out slowly, wanting to savour the moment as the yards of fabric unfolded. In its entirety, the scarf was almost as long as Will’s body. He laid it over himself like a blanket, inhaling the scent of rum and salt and Jack. The smell alone had Will hard as a rock.
He reached into his trousers, pulling his cock out. As much as he loved her, Elizabeth never made him feel like this. She was beautiful and smelled of fresh ivory soap, but she didn’t make Will’s cock feel like he could drive nails through wood with it.
He trailed the edge of the scarf over the tip of his cock, shivering at the feeling. He knew he’d have to give the scarf back, so he didn’t want to soil it, but a little touch wouldn’t hurt . . .
Will was just getting into it when a creak on the wood flooring made him look up.
“If it was me you were after, lad, you didn’t need to steal me scarf to get it.”
