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Okay, I'm tired of having this little half-scene sitting around on my hard drive. And I'm bored. So I'm posting it. So there.

It's from an untitled, unfinished (quite impressively so, seeing as it consists of this one scene and a half-page of unconnected dialogue) Jack/Will/Norrington fic that has been puttering around in my brain for a few weeks. I was complaining about it before I came back to school. The scene stands pretty well on its own, and all you really need to know is that Jack and Will have come a-calling in the middle of the night. Oh, and Jack has already, er, made himself briefly familiar with the Commodore's nether regions.

Am I supposed to capitalize 'commodore' like that? I always do, but I don't know if that's correct.

ANYway, would love a little feedback on my little PWP scene, bearing in mind that I rarely write explicit smut (and hell, even this isn't too bad), and never with more than two people (there's all these limbs and mouths and penises to keep track of!). Suggestions would be AWESOME.




Jack didn’t remove his hands from James’ waist, but he was looking at Will. Even in his dazed, half-ravished state, he could see the silent question in Jack’s eyes: is this all right? If Will said no or hesitated in the slightest, James knew, they’d be out of his house in an instant.

The younger man held Jack’s gaze, clearly thinking it over. Finally he answered by stepping forward and slipping his arms around them both, leaning into Jack for a kiss so deep and intimate that James stopped breathing. It seemed to affect its subject in much the same way; for all of Jack’s teasing and flippant remarks, this wasn’t a game for either of them.

He choked on breath again as Will’s mouth sought his own, shyly at first but with growing ease as he mapped the contours of James’ lips and teeth and gums with his tongue. James would have expected it to be more like Jack, but someone else must have taught Will how to kiss because he was entirely different. If Jack was a sudden whirl of hurricane wind and water, Will was a slow, relentlessly driving rain and the inexorable lap of waves against the shore. He was gentle, but no less yielding for it.

The nip at James’ collarbone when Will released him was considerably less gentle. Barely held up between them, James looked to Jack, who was watching with a wildcat’s grin on his face.

“Now that,” he purred, soothing the sting of Will’s bites with his tongue, “is just pretty.”

“Bedroom?” Will gasped, one hand fumbling around James to tug at Jack’s waistband.

James nodded mutely as Jack attacked his mouth again, somehow managing to keep his wits enough to direct the surging mass of bodies and groping hands in the right direction. They tumbled onto the bed half-dressed and quickly commenced divesting each other of the remaining clothing, getting hair caught under elbows and knocking foreheads and cursing roughly.

Having neither the experience nor the presence of mind to arrange positions, James found himself between Will’s spread legs with Jack kneeling behind him. He was still aching with need, but he was also beginning to panic a little.

Will felt the body above him start to tremble and kissed him quickly, as Jack leaned halfway off the bed in search of his coat and the contents of its pockets.

“Jack,” Will hissed through gritted teeth, though his hands on James were still gently soothing, “this is not going to work unless you hurry up.”

“I really have to agree,” said James faintly. Will’s eyebrows shot up and he laughed softly, his breath tickling against the side of James’ face

“Quiet, both of you,” Jack chided. He came back up with a triumphant grunt. Leaning over James to plant a smacking kiss on Will, he murmured, “Here ‘tis, love. Never come into port without it.”

Curious, James took note of Jack’s hand sliding between his legs and under Will’s body. Will arched up with a groan, bringing his hard length against James’ own erection once again. Whatever Jack was doing to Will with that hand, it made Will’s knees lock around James’ hips, and he certainly wasn’t going to complain about that.

With Jack’s hands on the backs of his thighs, holding his legs up, Will reached down to direct James into him, slippery and warm and God, so tight...

He tried to thrust deeper and Jack held him fast. After an initial cry and a surge upward against James, Will lay perfectly still underneath them, eyes shut tight. If he was feeling any of what James was feeling, he was probably just trying not to die.

“Relax,” said Jack’s voice in his ear, as fingers began to circle the puckered hole between his legs.

“Not – bloody – likely,” James managed. Will opened one eye, grimacing at them both.

“I’m going to kill you, Sparrow,” he said forcefully. “This is cruel and unusual punishment, even by your standards.” Off of the questioning look – verging on hurt – that James gave him, he added, “Not you, darling, you’re doing splendidly. If this idiot doesn’t get on with it already, though...”

A single prepared digit slid inside James and he jerked, sparking an brief but enthusiastic response from the third man.

“I don’t want to brutalize him, Will,” Jack snapped. “Are you so heartless, or have you just forgotten your own first time?”

“It doesn’t hurt that badly,” Will confided to James, forcing himself still once more. “Or rather, it does, but you get over it.”

Jack added another finger and increased his pace a bit, the motion carrying through to Will on the bottom. Before he had a chance to do anything more than sigh in relief, however, Jack withdrew both fingers and sat back, surveying the scene before him.

Will howled in outrage and tried to pummel him, but James was pretty much blocking him from landing any good shots. Jack just snickered and ran his tongue down James’ spine.

Still being kept from moving into the body beneath him, James had had enough as well.

“I’m afraid I must once again agree with Mr. Turner,” he said, voice strained but authoritative nonetheless. “Can we please move this along?”

“Fuck yes,” Will moaned.

“Feeling a bit impatient, Commodore?” Jack chuckled, his mustache scraping the nape of James’ neck.

“That,” James replied gravely, “and the fact that the longer I have to think on it, the more likely I am have an attack of sanity, throw you both out, and lock you up for attempted debauchery of an officer of the British navy – amongst your many other crimes.”

Will’s hands tightened on James’ shoulders.

“Debauch the good Commodore right now, Jack, or you’re never sharing my bed again.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, spreading his damp fingers on either of the hips immediately in front of him. “Honestly, the two of you combined have all the restraint of a an alley cat in heat...”

“Jack!” This time both voices were raised in a single plea-turned-command.

“All right!” With that, he pushed hard into James, who whimpered at the sharp stab of pain.

Immediately two hot mouths were nudging, kissing, and licking at him in attempts at comfort.

“Hush, you’re fine,” said Jack gruffly, nibbling on his earlobe and picking up a slow, steady rhythm. “Just give it a minute.”

For his part, Will did something absolutely extraordinary with the muscles sheathing James. His body spasmed helplessly and he gasped out, “Dear God!”

Jack grinned appreciatively. “You’re right useful to have around, you are,” he said to Will, who smirked at him before James moved experimentally inside him and he threw his head back on the pillow. James pebbled kisses along the long, exposed neck and repeated the motion, which was mirrored by Jack’s twisting hips.

“So are you,” said Jack in surprise. “Took me hours to figure out how to make him shriek exactly like that.”

“Oh, shut up,” Will panted, his eyes rolling back half in exasperation and half in shuddering pleasure. He fixed them on James, who felt compelled to lean down and taste the long lashes fluttering from half-closed lids.

“Harder?” Will asked, a note of desperation making his voice rise.

Jack waited for James to give his consent.

“Harder,” James breathed.

“I do aim to please,” Jack rumbled as he obeyed.

They moved together and James lost himself in the exquisite dark palaces surrounding him, stretching him, crushing him, filling him. He was buried in Will’s curses and cries, Jack’s belly-deep groans, the commands issuing from his own ragged voice: deeper, harder, faster, please, yes, more.

He came, not from Will’s close grasping heat or Jack’s throbbing hardness, but from the sound of Jack crying out two names as he spent himself: Will – Jamie. It was a nickname he’d not heard since childhood, and he was sure no finer, richer voice had ever spoken it before tonight.

Everything inside him collapsed, including Jack, and James fell heavily onto Will’s firm body.

“Oh, glory,” Jack sighed.

“Ooof,” said Will.

With a cluck of his tongue, Jack observed, “I think we’re squelching the boy.”

“You are,” said Will plaintively. “And I’ve not exactly finished, either.”

Sheepish, James muttered, “Sorry.”

Jack pulled out of him with a grunt. “No worries.” Lifting a boneless James up and off of Will, he nuzzled the dark curling hairs at the juncture of Will’s thighs.

James stretched out on his side, his breath still coming too quickly, and watched with a half-open mouth as Jack swallowed Will with the confident air of long practice and familiarity. Will, hips lifting against the pressure James remembered all too well, groped blindly for James’ hand and squeezed it. His other hand twisted in Jack’s hair, pulling gently so that the many ornaments dug into his skin. Understandably, he didn’t last very long. James was fascinated by the rapt expression on Jack’s face as he savored every little bit of Will, then kissed his way up the slim body to his lips.

“Love you,” Will whispered, and it would have been easy to imagine that they were alone if he had not still been gripping James’ hand.

“Bloody whelp,” said Jack affectionately, smoothing Will’s sweat-darkened hair back from his face. He half-turned to regard James with a tired but nonetheless saucy grin. “Have we worn you out, then, Commodore?”

James crawled into the outstretched arms. Will was already half-asleep against Jack’s shoulder, but he reached over to pull James close. Jack kissed him lazily and he could taste all three of them in the dark recesses of his mouth.



That's not exactly how the scene starts, and I'm not sure that's where it ends. But that's the meat (*snicker* I am such an twelve-year-old) of it.