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Many people have already taken shelter from the pouring rain inside their homes as two people can be seen racing through the streets. They head straight for the harbor where stands the infamous black-sailed ship of the Caribbean, scrambling onto her deck and inside the captain’s quarters.
The door all but slams shut as the out of breath captain and his equally exhausted companion trudge through the room, already working to peel off their rain-soaked clothes.
Jack sat somewhere on the bed while James stood in the middle of the room and worked at unbuttoning his shirt and pulling in off. He was about to strip off his boots and breeches when he felt eyes on him from behind, and when he turned around, he found a certain pirate captain sitting on the bed, already stripped of everything but his shirt and bandana, staring right at him.
“Oh, don’t mind me Jamie-luv, just enjoying the view.” The man criss-crosses his legs and rests either side of his jaw in his hands like a child watching some sort of entertainment.
“Mhm” James hummed with heavy sarcasm tracing each syllable, reaching to tug off his boots when he felt two hands grab his chest and torso from behind.
“Behave.”
“I think you deeply overestimate my abilities, darling” Norrington heard the sly grin that the pirate was definitely wearing all throughout his tone. He didn’t grace the pirate with a look, glaring at the wall and pulling off the offending hands, making for the bed where he kicked off his waterlogged boots. He once again tried to make for his breeches, when a certain pair of tanned hands beat him to it.
“Let me get that for ya, luv” Jack said it with such innocence as if he wasn’t dressed only in a shirt, stripping his lover of the remainder of their clothes.
“Aren’t you such a gentleman.” James was surprised at how cool his voice was despite his not-so-cool red face and the growing interest from underneath the wet fabric clinging to his skin.
Finally, after some fumbling, the captain unbuttoned the breeches after not-so-subtly cursing ‘fucking navy clothes’ under his breath. James lifted his legs to allow the offending piece of fabric to be peeled off and thrown in some unknown direction.
Jack slid with practiced litheness off the bed and settled in a spot between James’ legs where he started slowly peeling off the dripping wet stockings, kissing down the exposed skin as he went. The second one was pulled off and found a place on the floor right beside the first one, and Jack began sliding his lips up his lover’s leg, until he settled in between James’ thighs.
He started nibbling and kissing red marks on the inside, earning some squirming and hitched breaths from the owner of said thighs, and he couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction.
After a few moments of teasing nips and tongue lapping at the sensitive, and a reprimanding thrust of James’ hips for being a tease, Jack finally licked a strip along the underside of his partner’s cock. Much to the pleasure of James, who’s vocal cords relayed his appreciation unabashedly with a drawn out groan. Taking the encouragement, the pirate captain enveloped the achingly hard length in his mouth, drawing out even more sounds from the receiving party, along with some rather colorful choice words.
He bobbed his head back a forth along the cock, dragging his tongue along the underside as he went. James reached a hand and imbedded it into the dark dreadlocked hair searching for purchase, while the other had anchored itself in the bedsheets. Jack hummed, which just sent ever wonderful sparks of pleasure and arousal up James’ spine, who was a mumbling and groaning mess after just a few minutes of the delicious torture.
After what was maybe another minute of Jack’s amazing mouth working around his cock, James decided that he wanted the captain in the bed underneath him immediately. He tugged the pirate up from his position between his legs and smashed their lips together for a very much sloppy and uncoordinated, but nonetheless passionate, kiss.
James felt the knot in his stomach tighten as he tasted himself on his lovers lips, and said man slid his tongue inside of James’ mouth and plundered like the pirate he is. They both moaned as James flopped them onto the surprisingly
plush sheets, Jack grabbing either side of his face to once again capture his lips with his own as he continued mapping out every inch of Norrington’s mouth with his tongue.
Meanwhile, James slid open the drawer to the adjacent nightstand, feeling and digging around until he pulled out the desired object with a triumphant moan, which was swallowed by the man underneath him who was still stealing his breath.
He broke the kiss and poured a generous amount of the liquid onto his fingers while his love made busy with wrapping his legs around the man hunched over him and dug his heels into his back, and well as hooking him arms around his neck. James ran a slicked finger down Jack’s backside until he felt the tight opening of what he was looking for, and swiftly slid the first finger in.
Jack let out a low groan as the finger stretched him, curling and prodding from inside him. It didn’t take long for the second finger to be added, this time drawing out a moan from the pirate, and they were even more relentless than the first one was, scissoring him open and prodding at his walls, searching for that one particular spot…
Jack’s body spasmed as a string of loud curses and moans ripped from his throat, and the prodding digits continued brushing featherlight against his prostate teasingly. Jack twisted and arched his body in all sorts of ways, seeking more pressure against the amazing little spot inside him, but James took his free hand and pinned the tanned hips down to prevent it.
“Fuck, Jamie, please…” the pirate captain practically begged, looking up at the bigger man through hazy eyes, still trying to go against the pinning grip his lover had on him.
“I thought I told you to behave.” A trace of a smirk played on the corners of James’ lips as he stared right back at the needy man underneath him.
“And I tol-“
A third finger was added and finally pressed against Jack’s prostate, effectively shutting the man up and drawing all sorts of mewling whimpers and moans from his mouth instead. He ran his nails down James’ back, clawing livid red marks as he went, attempting to pull the man above him closer. The three fingers pulled out, but Jack’s protests died in his throat when something warm, slick, and much larger, started to press against his entrance, and with one decided thrust, slid inside.
Jack moaned his approval full voice as the cock carefully slid inside, stretching him as it went. James gave no time to adjust, much to the approval of Jack, for when he was buried at the hilt inside the man beneath him, he slid out until barely the tip was left inside and shoved back in with a deliberate force.
The pace gradually got more and more frantic, aided by Jack rolling his hips to meet each thrust. Seeking a better angle, James paused and pulled away just enough to hook both of Jack’s legs over his shoulders.
“Fuck-Jamie-don’t stop! Don’t-“ whatever the man was about to say next died in his throat as James thrusted with the new position that made his head snap back, as well as his eyes roll to the back of his head. James took advantage of the exposed neck beneath him and dipped down to kiss, suck, and bite little possessive marks on every inch of bare skin he could find.
The bed creaked and groaned under the unrelenting pace of the two on top of it, their mindless babbling and sounds of pleasure mixed in. James practically had Jack folded in half, and the thought combined with the tightening hole around his cock as his partner was nearing release only sent more shocks of arousal down his body and urged him on.
Jack hid his face in the crook of James’ neck as he let out a strangled gasp of his lover’s name, curling his toes as his hot release coated a mess on the still damp shirt clad to his torso. James took a few more frantic thrusts into the clenching hole, before his hips stuttered and spasmed with his orgasm that surged hot and quick through his body and doused Jack’s insides.
At some point they both collapsed, melting into the bed. Their exhausted panting replaced the sounds of pleasure and creaks as they both laid there spent, only moving so they could tug off the stained shirt Jack still wore and throw it in the general direction as the rest of their clothes.
James finally rolled off of Jack onto his side after his breathing had returned to a somewhat normal pace, and wrapped both his arms around Jack’s neck and pulled him closer, snuggling as close as they could get. Jack hummed sweetly, pressing a kiss to his love’s shoulder, before burrowing closer into the warm chest against his head. The steady pitter-patter of rain on the ship’s deck worked as an effective lullaby, with no signs of slowing down. So the two laid content in each other’s arms as droplets against wood lulled them into sleep.