It was a reckless thing, to trust someone so intimately as to not only bare ones whole body before them without an ounce of shame – but to go so far as to allow that person to bind ones hands above ones head, making that vulnerability all the more intent in the danger that entrapment posed – was a heady and wild matter the likes of which Jack could only consider the height of madness.
There was no doubt in his heart that he loved James Norrington more than could ever be counted as wise or even particularly sane. They had crossed every line imaginable for each other – had challenged the impossible for one another – had been both Orpheus and
Eurydice in their dance toward the life they lead now aboard the Pearl, as captain and first mate, as friends and lovers, as husbands for better and worse.
And yet still there were moments like these when Jack found himself boggled by how deeply and irrevocably assured their mutual destruction had become, if only for the fact that two men who trusted one another this completely could in turn only truly be ruined by the other.
In that particular moment, James was quite determined to ruin him in most delightful fashions indeed. A gasp was torn from him – as were the last of his ruminations – as he found himself drawn deep into a familiar heat. His hands tightened their grip on his bonds, twisting in the leather in search of purchase as his back arched above the cot in a strange mixture of pleasurable frustration, seeking more – seeking anything to ease the tightness of his own arousal.
“Jem,” There was a low rasp in his voice, a hint of warning that he was growing frustrated with this inability to run his hands all over the damn man and be the one driving him insane, “You – “ Whatever he had been about to say was lost in the wake of a single idiotic error. Looking down, he found himself pinned by the stormy gaze of his beloved – which on any other occasion could be distracting enough – but to see those beautiful lips stretched over himself – in truth, Jack lost all capacity to think of anything beyond that particular visual.
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