Jack X James

I'm talking to this guy in a prison cell, but the camera keeps framing me behind the bars and him without them, to show that he has all the power in this situation.

(from some early version of the script, I guess)

THIS HURTS. This hurts! 🔥 Now let me think that it's Very Very Personal. That oh my gosh something was there much earlier. Or that Jamie remembers well That Day from their childhood and he knows that Jack is That Pirate Boy, son of That Pirate Scumbag Who Saved James' Life.

from Sins of the father by Rob Kidd

Hellooooo -- Sorry it took me this long! I got more asks that I expected and it was thrilling!!! I loved this one because its perfect for their dynamic.

Prompt #2: “Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.” Pairing: Sparrington <3 (post AWE AU)

Jack lets his head fall back against the pillow. He wants to bring his hands up to thread through his hair but they are tied up to the headboard of his bed with a rather proficient bowline knot.

And the responsible party is kneeling between his legs, with one hand fisted around his cock as his lips and tongue work the tip with diligent precision. It's a slow torture, and he's supposed to keep quiet—which he is failing to do.

"Bloody hell, James…" he groans, clenching his teeth.

He's hot, his whole body feels like is on fire as the coil of pleasure tightens in his lower belly. But not enough to snap yet, just to tether him on the edge. It's almost unbearable.

He should've known better than to agree to this, but he's never turned down a challenge. Specially when he'd been so smug about proving him wrong.

James circles the underside of his tip with his tongue, as he works the shaft with steady movements. Jack can't help but buck his hips against him, searching for more. But instead of getting what he wants, James decides to withdraw his mouth entirely.

"Ah—Wait—!" Jack whines, as he feels the cold at the absence of James touch.

James looks up, resting his chin over Jack's thigh. His lips are swollen and glistening, he licks them as he regards Jack with satisfied amusement glinting on his good eye. His hands trail up his hips, ghosting at his sides. There is no hurry in his movements, like he is savoring the entire situation all too much. His hands reach Jack's chest where he flicks his nipples under his thumbs making him arch his back off the bed.

"You are being cruel," Jack pants, yanking uselessly at the ropes binding his wrists. "Is this how you treat your Captain? I was merely... testing your skills. There is no need for such... vindictiveness."

James archs a brow. He sits up on his knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Sweat is still covering his skin in a thin layer. The dim golden light of the cabin flickering on the outline of his lean muscles. Jack takes him in as he towers over him, the dark hair dusting his chest, the few scars on his torso and arms, that he had traced before on quiet nights where they just lay down in each other's arms, spent and satisfied.

There's also the new ink that wraps around his left arm in the shape of an anchor tied to a compass—and the compass conveniently does not point north (not that he particularly acknowledges it bears some significance, but Jack knows better).

“Don’t act innocent,” James rasps, pushing his own hair away from his face. The sun has bleached the front strands a little, "when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago".

Right. The challenge. Jack winces. He had been rather... verbal. And perhaps he had used his mouth to tease James to the brink of madness—swallowing him down and then pulling away at the last second to gloat about his superior control—before James had decided he’d had enough, flipped him over, and produced the rope.

"That was... strategic bargaining," Jack tries to argue, but it quickly turns into a breathless whine when James runs a thumb over the weeping slit of his cock. "Jamie…"

Jack watches as James spits into his hand and brings it lower, teasing at his entrance with one finger first.

"Then consider this," He says, slowly pushing inside "a counter-offer."

Jack's eyes snap shut and he lets out a panting moan, arching into his touch.

--

Consciousness comes slowly to James, encouraged by the frantic whispers in his ear. He slowly blinks his eyes open and his vision is filled with Jack's face so close to his their noses are touching.

"Jack what? What's going on?" asks James. Or at least he tries to but his mouth isn't cooperating and he's not sure he mamages much of anything other than a mumble.

Half a second later the tone of voice registers and he's completely awake, eyes fully open and heart pounding so hard he can hear it in his ears.

It's still dark, the only light coming from the porthole in the far back of the cabin. Underneath him Jack looks worried, his dark eyes serious as they stare at him unblinking. He's not moving though, and there's not a sound other than the gentle sound of waves outside the ship so James tries to get his breathing under control.

"Jack, what is it?"

Sparrow.

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