Taste of Filth
Author: Daniela
Fandom: PotC: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairing: Sparrington
Rating: NC17
Category: Smut, PWP
Series/Sequel: No
Summary: Jack and James get a taste.
Warning: M/M, Slash
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Nobody is capable of owning them.
Feedback: Yes, please. It's my treasure.
Email: daniforblue@yahoo.de
Beta: smith-kingsley
Released: August 2021
Word Count: 893
Jack was up on deck lingering at the railing looking at the sea. This's one spicy and brilliant night despite the reason for this journey. Aye. A night wasted to idleness and hate. Foolish wasted opportunities indeed. He rubbed his unshackled wrists, noticed how dull his nails and rings were and polished them, even spat on the green stone making it shine luvly bright. He didn't mind the smudge on the back of both hands though. These were proper hands for a well-travelled pirate and free spirit. The glorious wear of the swayings of life. A different kind of brand. Aye. Time to scheme. Show who I am. He fetched his repossessed compass consulting it for the right course.
"I ordered you to stay below deck, Mister Sparrow." James Norrington joined him at the railing.
Sneaky bastard. I didn't hear ye coming. "Aye. And yet here I am." He checked his compass and suppressed a smirk. Savvy. "What ye're gonna do about it, eh?"
"Punish you, of course."
"Indeed? Sounds like fun."
"Does it?" The Commodore shoved him into the railing.
"Arrr! Go on. Slay me. Give me more of that manly force."
"Filthy criminal," Norrington hissed and tore Jack's laces open. "I will make you obey." He pushed his hand inside the stained and worn breeches.
"Aye, mate." Jack jerked against his invader. "That's the spirit. That's-"
"Quiet!" Norrington rubbed him hard, none-lubricated whatsoever, not slowing down for any finesse or tenderness.
Ho! Such soft palms anyway. Jack struggled a bit to keep a slice of dignity given that he enjoyed the harsh attack with every fibre of his body. His cock hardened and got moist in the time a breeze blew up the sails of a ship. He groaned and wriggled only for a few blissful seconds and then shot his seed out like cannonball fire. "Blimey!"
Norrington didn't even blink considering how fast he had made him come. He just licked the proof of defeat off his hands. "You taste funny, Mister Sparrow."
"Eh? That might be the sweaty filth on yer hands."
"Indeed," Norrington snarled, and pushed him down. "Swab me clean."
"Oh!" Eagerly Jack nestled at the laces of his feisty enemy. He didn't mind his spent cock was still hanging free. "I've always wanted to wipe ye proper and good."
"No. Not with those dirty hands. Use your fucking mouth."
"Me mouth ain't less dirty."
"Shut up."
"Aye... savvy." Jack nibbled the remarkable cock out of the breeches and between his lips. "Mm." He twined his dirty hands around his enemy's arse, rubbing the firm roundness with pleasure and a flair for the sensitive spots.
Norrington cursed under his breath and dug his fingers into the pirate's shoulders.
Jack smirked though he was having his mouth full of hard flesh. He pulled his enemy closer, sucked him in to the hilt, breathing through his nose without any trouble. Feel me, lad. Feel me bloody blade slicing ye apart. He clenched his jaw and wriggled his tongue, edging along the quivering crown.
Norrington jerked in his grip. "Bloody pirate."
"Mm-mm." He smacked his lips and nipped wickedly keen at the length, hungry for the treasure bubbling up inside. Shiver me timbers, dearie, such promise of lordly booty.
"Stop with the teeth or I will hang you from the main mast right after you are finished," Norrington hissed, yet he bucked his hips in accord with Jack's pace, jerked in sync with his fierce treat.
Jack hummed and clenched his jaw once more, sucking full force on the wriggling goody. Come now, matey, empty yer loins, fire away.
"Bastard scum," Norrington groaned, surrendering his cum in a vibrating blast.
Jack swallowed the load greedily, digging his nails into his enemy's tasty arse. I can't wait to enter that fine piece of treasure, aye. Dirty hands and cock the same, wrecking ye. I can't wait for ye begging me for more of me filth pouring into ye. His swelling and aching cock was proof for his unsated desires. His need to conquer this denier now and forever. Possessing him body and soul. Bloody British arse!
Norrington broke free of his grip and put his dripping privates away. "Don't think this is going any further or grants you any special treatment." He glanced at Jack's once again hard length, gulped, but then walked away anyway, swinging his delightful hips.
Jack licked his lips, tasting the man's flavour, then spat it on his hands, rubbing the spiced-up saliva into his smudgy skin. He laid those enemy-brushed hands on himself then, beating his flesh thinking about stuffing his enemy's hole to the brim. Ahoy, Commodore Poser Norrington. I think as much about being inside ye as I want to, as much about entering me enemy as it pleases me. In glorious bliss he shot his seed above the railing into the glittering water. Bloody hell! The proper way for a pirate to save and honour unexpected booty. I'm rooting for ye.
He put his pleasured cock back into his breeches and continued looking at the enchanting sea. Filthy bugger! Spinning much yarn, eh? Don't ye know I already figured ye out? He smirked and gripped the railing with hands proper for a pirate of his reputation. A brilliant night indeed. Me compass showed me some incredibly treasure. Aye. Now... bring me that horizon.
