💦 from james to jack

{ Nonverbal Starters }

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.

“I’m proud of you.” || FROM JAMES TO JACK

{ Black Sails Starters }

An unwelcome shudder worked its way down his spine, chilling him to the core almost instantly. It was a twitch, really – nothing more than a bit of old reflex as he cast a glance behind him before looking down, ascertaining both that nobody was behind him receiving this address – and that there was nothing sneaking up from below while he was distracted by it.

Over before it could be noticed, Jack smiled, broad and bright enough that a glint of sun could be caught on his brass tooth – a sign, clear as the skies, that he was putting on airs. He was so open with James that he almost didn’t notice how quickly the old ways could rise – but there were some things ( little things! ) – that were just too dangerous to be trusted.

“Now Jem,” He breathed, moving closer as he employed the name he’d granted to his deadliest game to date, “If I’ve done something to offend you – you could just say so,” It did not occur to Jack that the words were genuine. He believed many things – when it came to the value they found in one another, wild and mad though it was – Jack believed sweet whispers and angry snarls alike.

He never forgot where his Jem came from – never forgot the line they walked together was tenuous, or that every time his heart had tried to beat in time with someone else it had found itself dashed upon the rocks again and again.He truly hated the moments when Jem managed to tear him open, when the damned man would increase the height of his own importance by leaving yet another trace of himself behind when he closed the wounds he opened with the same rough hands that had torn them open to begin with. Yet in the end, he loved those moments – loved the aftermath, as they found themselves woven closer still by the thread of their fates.

This did not feel like one of those moments.

Habit shrouded him, protected him from the fear that welled up inside him that this was it – that this was the moment when their ships would part ways, and Jem would extract every piece of light he’d implanted with one devastating goodbye. People were only proud of Jack Sparrow when they found the means to betray him, and in the hands of the one man who could perhaps truly destroy him, they were easily the most terrifying his love could conjure.

“Let’s talk this through, aye?” From teasing charm to pleading in a beat, Jack brought his hands placatingly to his lover’s hips, drawing him in as if to seduce the trouble away, “What have I done that’s so terrible it can’t be righted?”

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