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Sparrow in the Wind	By : LorandTab Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Crossovers Views: 3672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4

With a loud sigh Will Turner let his head fall against the wooden wall separating the galley from the captain�s quarters. Closing his eyes, there was blissful silence for mere seconds before the pounding noise came again. Four hours and they were still at it, pounding against the wall, the sound of lovemaking, which brought all of his thoughts back to Elizabeth. Sparrow and Morgan. How in the world did the man keep it up for so long? It was beyond belief. Shoving himself from the wall, he grabbed his leather vest, pulled it on quickly and moved to the door. He had to get out � to get away from the incessant noise of the invisible headboard. He stopped at the door, the wind whipping across the harbo lao land squarely on his skin. The ship�s deck seemed empty now, all of the crew carousing in various inns and bordellos before partaking of another hitch at sea.
Draining the tankard of ale he had been nursing in the galley, he moved slowly to the railing, letting the breeze flow through his dark curls and smiling gently. This was the life he wanted. In the end, Elizabeth had not approved and had offered an ultimatum � the life of a pirate or a life as a proper gentleman married to her. It took less than a moment � a pirate�s life for him.
And so here he stood, alone on the deck of a ship feeling unusually alive � and unusually frustrated.
"Sir..." A small pale hand reached out to tap at the distracted man.
Turning quickly, cursing himself for allowing the Reaper�s cabin boy to sneak up on him, Will smiled gently. �Yes, Mr. Bowen.� He chuckled as he saw the young man noticeably straighten his stature.
"I've got a message here for my captain. Can you tell me where I might find her?" He `tried desperately to keep the nervousness from his voice, tried to keep his eyes locked with those of Will Turner, but it was folly. The man could unnerve him with a simple glance, no matter staring straight into his entrancing eyes. Dropping his gaze he waited with baited breath for an answer, hoping that his mistress wasn't about so that he could spend more of his limited time on the Pearl.
With a large sigh, Will turned to lean his back onto the railing and gestured below deck. �She�s in the captain�s quarters.� He leaned forward, whispering conspiratorially into the young man�s ear. �But best you wait awhile if you value your �� His eyes flicked quickly toward Bowen�s trouser center. �Life,� he finally finished with a wickedly knowing grin. Motioning again below deck, he clapped Bowen on the back. "Come, let me take you to the galley for an ale. Knowing Sparrow, this could take a while."
"Thank you, sir." To his horror he actually blushed then, his cheeks flaming with a bright crimson hue. Tucking the message back into his pocket he allowed Will to lead him, and in fact, moved just a little closer to the man. With a slow inward drawn breath he seized upon the other man's scent. He smelt of ale a plenty, the salty sea, and all male. "It's an honor to take an ale with you while I wait," he barely managed through the constriction of his throat.
The galley was dimly lit, the boy�s face luminescent in the small light of the candle. His skin was fresh and pale; his reddish blonde curls wild and unkempt. But it was his eyes that drew most of Will�s attention, feeling a bit disconcerted that they should stare so hard at him when his back was turned. Fetching the ale, he poured himself a generous amount, allowing the boy even more. You can tell the mettle of a man by the way he drank his ale � and he was curious as to what mettle forged this young man.
�Drink your fill, man,� he said as he straddled the bench beside Bowen. Suddenly the pounding noise returned. With a wink, Will clinked his tankard to Bowen�s. �Like I said, it could take a while.�
Bowen took the tankard with a fairly shaking hand, his fingers gripping the pewter tightly. He smiled his gratitude to Will has he took a seat near the same wall Turner had vacated earlier and instantly began hearing the telling sounds from the other side. Cutting wide eyes to the wall he gulped in a lung full of air and then turned his eyes back to his host.
Shaking his head, Will poured more ale for himself. �Four hours, lad,� he breathed almost in awe. �He�s been at her, in her and with her for four long hours.� Another smile. �Imagine the stamina it takes?�
With Will's words Bowen's stomach clenched wildly. His own body doing more than imagining the acts going on just on the other side of the wall, his body reacting to them in a way that made him distinctly uncomfortable. It was made all the worse by the eyes of the other man on him. His blood turned hot, rushing through his veins, rushing to pool between his thighs. "Ahhhh, must take quite a man to pleasure another for such a time," he practically squeaked.
With a hiss, Will drained more of the wonderful liquid before slamming the tankard down onto the hard wooden table. �It�s impressive, to be sure. But to a man who has nothing but his own hand for pleasure, it�s nothing but torture and frustration.� His eyes shot to Bowen�s, slightly embarrassed for allowing that morsel to slip, suddenly needing to talk � explain how his feelings were jumbled.
"A truer thing has never been said, I think," he replied, his eyes finding a spot over Will's shoulder, trying to gain a moment to compose himself, then sliding his gaze back to the other man. All the while, his fingers gripped the tankard in a white knuckled grasp. "What ails you, Will?" He dared, his heart doubling its pounding.
Eyes blazing, Will grasped the semi-hardness of his member as he almost snapped at the young man, his face coming precariously close to the hazel eyed gaze of the man/boy before him. �This master of my domain is what ails me, Mr. Bowen. Always ready but never quite seeing the light of day � you understand.� Leaning back, he let his hand adjust the large member for a bit more comfort before looking down into his drink. "My pardon, sir. I don't know what possessed me."
"There's no need...need for apologies, sir." He stammered, his jaw tightening in hurt anger. Both emotions he cursed himself for as he squirmed against the bench where he sat, his own awakening member aching within his trousers. "I may be young yet but that does not mean I don't suffer with the wanting of another."
The seventh or eighth tankard of ale creating a sweet lulling sensation, Will smiled gently at the lad. His hand reached out to squeeze the boy�s shoulder, so hard and muscular for so slight a frame. �You�re not as young as your years, eh, Mr. Bowen?� His hand moved upward then to brush back a wayward curl from the flawless forehead. �You know the need � the hell the need and want can cause, no?� Yes, it was insane to think this handsome young man had never known a lover�s touch. �You�ve known the experience?�
"Aye. Often," he managed before dropping his eyes to the front of Will's trousers again. His own shaft reacted and twitched demandingly. "If it troubles you so..." Bowen couldn't believe he was about to make this particular offer but couldn't seem to stop himself. "..allow me to fetch you whore who will purge you from your hell." He felt the sting of tears in his throat as he waited for Will to relent and send him for a woman.
Eyes closed, Will�s head shook slightly as his hand dipped inside the band of his trousers, his fingers wrapping around his own healthy cock and beginning to slide up and down in titillating motions. �Nay, it will take too long and gain me nothing but images of the unreliable Elizabeth.� Without thinking, the now erect and throbbing memwas was released from its confines, its girth and length enlarged with each hard stroke. �Tell me,� he almost moaned. �Tell me of your first experience, Bowen.� There was an urgency in the usually authoritative voice.
"You don't want to hear of that, Will. It was forced." Again he tripped and stumbled over his words, his eyes locked on the other man's engorged length. Eyes widening, he licked his lips without thought as a dewy droplet formed at the wide head.
The comfort Will felt was nice � it was a notorious action, masturbation. One could not deny it for long on a ship confined with naught but men for weeks or even months at a time. It was a common sight. His eyes opened and stared into Bowen�s. Embarrassment? Excitement? Hard to tell from the lad�s expression, but his hand�s pace quickened, the mushroomed head becoming more and more prominent as the thrill raced through him. �Tell me what you will,� he breathed. �I will listen.� His eyes closed again. �I need to hear your voice.�
Those simple words to him, I need to hear your voice, was nearly his undoing. He wanted to offer Will himself to use as he would in that moment but he refrained. He would simply be satisfied with watching the object of his growing obsession. "I've only ever had men, Will." It was the truth that came spilling from his lips instead of some cloying words that would have heightened the man's pleasure. Again, he couldn't seem to help himself. He couldn't tolerate a woman's touch, having tried once, and that was what he needed Will to know. "Not always forced. Just the first time or two and then I came to like it. Taking another man into my mouth.�
Eyes remaining fixed on Bowen, Will�s rhythm slowed keeping the climactic end from happening until he was ready. �When did you � find you � liked it?� He moved his free hand letting the tip of its index finger slowly trail the engorged cock from head to base. �A hard member like this in your mouth?� Will wasn�t certain what he was doing, but he knew he liked the feeling building inside him.
"Not nearly as glorious as that, sir," he purred as he scooted closer to Will. "Your saber looks so much better." The purr gave way to a slight whimper. "Steel and velvet."
The older man�s hand moved to his mouth pulling his finger between his lips before letting it trail gently the smooth tanned cheek of the younger. �You want to touch it, don�t you, Bowen?� Why did that thought fill him with such pride?
"More than you can possibly imagine." He clamped his eyes closed then, willing his body to calm. "I've wanted that each and every time we've crossed paths, Will."
Arching his hips forward and lifting his pelvis slightly, Will�s member stood straight upward, achingly � longingly. �Go ahead, mate,� he breathed. �Touch your fill, if it pleases you.� How would those fingers feel? Rough and hard � or gentle, still working on callouses? He had to find out before his body melted.
With a learned subtleness, Bowen dropped his hand and trailed his index finger along the underside of Will's shaft, collecting the pre fluid at the tip. With a hesitant shyness he brought it to his lips, the pink tip of his tongue coming out to collect this treat. His hand lowered again wrapping around the thick flesh and began slowly pumping. "Will, could you...Do you think...another man?" Even he wasn't sure what he was asking, needing to hear.
With his own finger he repeated Bowen�s gesture gathering the male essence and moving his digit to coat the lad�s lips with more of the liquid. �You, Bowen,� he whispered heavily. �I could � I think � with you.� He took the youngster�s free hand and placed it on one of the exposed sacs tightening around the fully inflated shaft, urging the hand to fondle. �What do I taste like, mate,� he almost purred. �Do I feel and taste as you thought I would?�
"Even better, sir." Bowen leaned in, sealing his lips over Will's, sharing the man's heady flavor. Below, his hand continued to manipulate, to stroke and fondle, not being denied his curiosity.
Feeling dizzy with the newness of it all, Will had to stay determined to remain on his feet rather than collapse with the heady feelings he was experiencing. He was being touched by a man. His tongue was dancing inside the mouth of another man. And the knowledge was making his body react more forcefully than he could ever remember. He couldn�t resist experimenting and pulled Bowen�s full bottom lip between his teeth, sucking hard as his hand moved tentatively to slide up the muscular thigh of the lad, inching toward the bulge he knew to be there.
"Mmmmm...." The moan came thick, rolling along his throat to purge into Will's mouth. He stroked just a bit faster, squeezed a fraction harder. His whole body reacted to the other man's willing, eager touch.
Pulling his mouth away from Bowen�s, Will drew in deep, needy breaths. His body was close to exploding and he wanted to feel the exhilarating climax he knew this man could bring him. The muscles in his firm ass clenched as he felt the heated liquid building in the veins of his rock hard member � his sacs tightening to a painful capacity. �Bowen�Oh, god Bowen,� he groaned, not knowing what he was saying. �Just a little more. Please��
The youth was only too happy to comply; giving his best to the man he wanted desperately to claim as a lover. "Anything for you, Will." He groaned as he felt the man's phallus grow even more within his fingers, blood forging the steel to harder blade, a sharper edge of need. He was certain of impending release and was just lowering his mouth to savor it when cheerful whistling came from the doorway.
Jack stood in the doorway, his head craned to the side as he watched the two men, one his best friend, the other a quite attractive lad he recognized from The Reaper. Outside, pausing before he entered the galley, he'd heard Will's urgent words and simply couldn't resist what he knew to be going on inside.
With a start, Will jumped up, keeping his back to the door and Sparrow as he tucked the painfully erect member back into his trousers and carelessly redid the ties. �Damn it, Sparrow,� he grunted. �This time you choose to give your pirate wench a rest?�
A loud riotous laugh rumbled from Jack's throat, his eyes wide with mocking innocence, but narrowing slightly as he realized what Will had actually said. "Turner, it would do you good to watch that free tongue of yours." He pushed away from the doorway and sauntered across the galley, fetching a pair of oranges. "I'd give a handsome bounty to see exactly what became of you if she were to hear you speak of her with such disregard."
His emotion not quite normal yet, Will ran a hand through his slightly damp hair and stepped almost protectively in front of Bowen. �The fear causes me to simply tremble,� he said with more than a little sarcasm. �This is Mr. Bowen, cabin boy aboard the Reaper. He has a message for your conquest.� He felt little for how he addressed Morgan Adams � he cared only that his time with this incredible lad had been intruded upon at such a critical time.
�His conquest is waiting,� spoke Morgan from her position at the door, her legs peeking from under the linen shirt she wore alone, her voice dripping with disdain as her eyes narrowed and bored into Will. �Mr. Bowen, follow me, if you please.�
Bowen tossed a simply miserable look over his shoulder at Will as he stood and turned towards a retreating Morgan. He longed to reach out and give, and be given, a touch of reassurance that all was well, that they would continue their moment at a more opportune moment. But there was nothing that could be done; no way to divert attention from themselves. There was no touch, no promise of more, just a parting.
Jake quirked a brow at Morgan's bare shoulders as she left him and Will alone. "It has been and truly interesting night."
Falling onto the bench with an angry sulk. �Yes, Captain. I heard your �interesting night�. All four hours of it.� Reaching out to pour another ale, Will kept his head turned averting his almost guilty gaze from the pirate. �I take it she�s a good ride.� He drained the tankard easily.
"The best,� he replied, dropping his exhausted frame down onto the bench across from Will. "I'm certain young Bowen isn't quite as good as Morgan but he'll serve you well. Seems to be an eager lCertCertainly smitten with you..." Jack rambled on as he peeled one of the oranges and popped a slice into his waiting mouth.
Will�s face reddened. �You don�t understand what you speak of.� His gaze remained on the inside of his tankard. �And whatever happened, I can certainly be assured of no reprise thanks to your horridly untimely entrance.� The last words were almost a whisper as he tried to hide his embarrassment. �Why don�t you go back to your toy and leave me in peace?� In truth, he was dying to relieve himself of the terribly painful erection he had been left with, damn his black soul.
Shrugging, Jack gave him a terribly smug smile. "Alas, all I can offer you is my apologies." He actually laughed at Will's discomfort then. "As for my untimely entrance, I need not have hindered you, Will. I was quite content to simply observe.�
Through gritted teeth Will�s words flared out. �Just how long had you been there?� His head was spinning with too much information mixed with a personal awakening.
"Long enough,� was all that Jack would part with in way of an answer. Popping another piece of the overly juicy orange into his mouth, he smile as the liquid trickled from the corner of his mouth. A quick swipe of his tongue was of no help, the sweet stickiness continued down into his smartly twisted beard. "Could have stood to be there a bit longer if it would have helped." He teased without mercy.
A low groaned followed as Will�s head fell onto the table. �Kindly return to your piratical plaything and allow me to die in privacy.� The man was ruthless.
"There'll be no death near so quick on this ship. Morgan will be finished with Bowen soon enough and then you�re free to find him and debauch him as you see fit." Jack stood shaking his head as he scrubbed at the wetness below his chin. "Clear the boy wants a good buggering," came his mumbling, just loud enough for Will to hear, as he turned and made his way back towards the galley doorway.
�As if I�ll ever see that part of him again,� Will murmured to himself. Will a sigh of longing he focused on the feeling he remembered. Bowen. Mr. Bowen. A smile came to his lips. God, what was happening to him?
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