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Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Dreams?

Author: JEss

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Will Turner/Jack Sparrow

Archive: Anywhere, just let me know

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Don�t sue, I�m broke.

A/N: This is my first slash fic, my first NC-17 fic ever, so go easy!!! I was going to do a basic PWP, but it morphed into this. There is a sequel in the works, but don�t hold you�re breath. Feedback is muchly appreciated.

Bold = thoughts
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Will entered the small room he had just off the smithy and lay down to go to sleep. He was asleep as soon as he hit the straw filled mattress on the floor, but he found no rest. He tossed and turned violently as nightmares plagued his mind.
Outside in the smithy two newly finished swords hung against the wall. While the other swords around them were of high quality these two stood out above the rest; they were by far the best swords Will had ever made.
There was a shift in the winds and a sliver of moonlight illuminated the initials engraved into the blades. On the first J.S., and on the other W.T. As the moonlight poured over the blades Will found peace and a dream began to take shape.
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In the captain�s cabin aboard the Black Pearl Jack Sparrow, Captain Jack Sparrow also found peace in his restless slumber. Around him the Pearl creaked and sighed in satisfaction at the events unfolding.
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Will opened his eyes to find himself sitting in a chair in Jack�s cabin aboard the Black Pearl. This fact alone was not enough to startle him. Since Jack�s escape he had often dreamt that he had followed the pirate instead of staying in Port Royal. What startled him was the befuddled looking captain opening his eyes on the bed. Jack had been many things in Will's previous dreams, but confused was not one of them. Instinctively Will knew there was something undeniably different about this particular dream.
Jack opened his eyes and was greeted with the site of one Will Turner looking as confused as he was feeling. Dreams starring the young blacksmith were nothing new, but this felt different. His other dreams tended to be vague, with flashes of feeling. Here everything was stark, and real.
One thing remained unchanged between both men; the pull they felt towards one another. It was almost a physical thing drawing them together like moths drawn to a flame. They stepped forward until they were close enough to touch.
Will�s hands found there way to Jack�s hips where they clung tightly. Jack brought his hands up to Will�s face. One cupped the younger man�s neck while the other traced idly along his cheek bone.
�This is a dream,� Will whispered, as he kept his eyes on Jack�s chest.
�Is it yours or is it mine?� asked Jack in an equally quiet voice.
Will lifted his gaze and locked eyes with the pirate. �Does it matter?�
His only answer came in the form of Jack sealing his mouth over Will�s. Will let out a muted groan and responded hungrily to the kiss. He opened his mouth willingly to Jack�s tongue. As the pirate continued to plunder his mouth, Will pulled the two of them together until there wasn�t one spot they weren�t connected. Both men groaned at the contact.
They continued to kiss, tongues twisting, sliding, dancing together. They pulled apart only when oxygen became and issue. Cheeks pressed tightly together, they panted harshly into each other�s ears.
Words were unnecessary as they moved towards the bed by instinct. Jack pushed Will down onto the bunk so that he lay sprawled along it. The wanton look in Will�s eyes was enough to drive him crazy.
Jack crawled onto the bed until he was situated between Will�s spread thighs. He leaned down, and again began to kiss the boy hungrily. He had one arm resting on the bed beside Will�s head supporting his weight so as not to crush the boy. Will�s hands tangled themselves in the wild mane of Jack�s hair.
Hips ground into one another as mouths continued to duel. Soon clothes became too much of a barrier. They were ripped and pulled from bodies until they lay together skin on skin. Hands began to roam, touching, pressing, and teasing sensitive spots that other dreamscapes had helped them learn.
Blindly, for he was unwilling to leave the warm cavity of Will�s mouth Jack groped blindly in a drawer in the bedside table. He drew the vial he had been looking for triumphantly.
With reluctance Jack drew away from Will�s mouth. The whimper of disappointment sent shocks to his already hard cock. Uncorking the vial he liberally coated his fingers in oil. Setting the bottle aside, Jack�s hand ghosted down Will torso pausing only to lightly stroke his member, he continued until he was at the blacksmith�s opening.
With first one, two and finally three fingers Jack stretched Will, making sure he was thoroughly prepared. He watched fascinated at the expressions passing over the boys face. He grinned wickedly as Will arched up as Jack found his sweet spot, trying to get more contact. Jack repeated the motion, infinitely pleased when he received the same response.
�Please Jack.� Will began to beg. They were the first words spoken since they had tumbled into bed. �More please.�
�Well since you asked so nicely.� Jack removed his fingers, looking down at the body in front of him. �Open your eyes Will.� Obediently Will did as he was told.
Staring straight into Will�s eyes Jack began to push forward. Will hissed in pain, and involuntarily his eyes closed as Jack settled inside him. His arms came up and nails bit into the flesh of Jack�s shoulders. No matter how many times they had done this in his dreams, in this almost reality his body was still untouched.
�Shhh Will. Just relax.� He whispered soothingly. He waited until Will began to move beneath him to start thrusting slowly.
They kept a slow rhythm for several minutes. Jack was trying to hold back so he wouldn�t hurt Will, even if all he wanted to do was plunge into that glorious heat with abandon.
�Harder Jack.� Will whispered harshly. Jack gritted his teeth, but forced himself to keep the slow pace.
�Don�t want to hurt you.� He managed to bite out from Will�s neck where he had his face buried.
�And I want you to pound me through the mattress.� Murmured Will, while he nipped at Jack�s earlobe. Will felt a shudder run down Jack�s spine, and grinned to himself. Almost there, just one more little push. �Fuck me, please� Captain.� Jack groaned in defeat.
Jack�s thrusts became harder, faster. The only sounds in the room were their growing cries of passion. Jack kissed and licked and sucked at Will�s pulse point. Will dug his nails into Jack�s, he knew he was leaving marks, but he just didn�t care.
Jack reached down and began to stroke Will in time with his thrusts. He felt the blacksmith nearing climax and sped up his efforts. Will was close, he could feel it.
�Come on lad. Come for me.� He purred into Will�s ear. And then Will was coming coating Jack�s hand with his seed. He could feel Will�s nails dig into his shoulders, most likely breaking the skin. The constricting of Will�s passage became too much for Jack and with one last thrust he erupted into the blacksmith.
***
Jack sat up gasping. He collapsed back into the bed, but hissed in pain as his shirt rubbed against him. Gingerly he brought his hand to his shoulder. When he brought it back in front of his face there was blood on his fingertips. What in the� It was just a dream, wasn�t it?
He got out of bed, noting that sun was just beginning to rise. He cleaned himself off, dressed and headed up to the deck. He decided that a trip to Port Royal was definitel ord order. He also decided that massive amounts of rum were required to help with figuring out just what the hell had happened last night.
***
Will was also panting alone in his room. Never in his life had he ever had such a dream. He brought a hand up to his neck where he knew there would be a mark. He stood up, and noticed the ache radiating from his backside. This made him stop and pause. Dreams aren�t supposed to leave physical reminders. He looked down at the front of his breeches. Well�
Once he had cleaned up and changed he went into the smithy to begin another day�s work. His eyes immediately locked on his newest creations. He stepped to them, gliding his hand along the blade reverently. Jack� He thought to himself, as he traced the pirate�s initials on the blade. Is coming to Port Royal.
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