Destiny Interrupted

Pirates of the Caribbean. Jack/Will/Elizabeth. NC-17. ~3100 words. CotBP futurefic.

A thoroughly shameless piece of threesome futurefic smut.

A Scandalous Lack of Morals

Captain Jack Sparrow swaggered in, arms swinging, the jaunty beat of his step accompanied by the tinkling chime of beads in his hair. “Evenin’ love,” he said, slapping a hand on the corner post of his bed. He swung around the solid mahogany post, raking his dark gaze across a pale tangle of limbs and bedding.

“Jack!” Elizabeth cried. She struggled to sit up, gathering an armful of the coverlet as she did. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders, shining gold in the soft candlelight. Holding the bundle of embroidered fabric against her chest, Elizabeth gave Sparrow a cross look.

Undaunted, the pirate flashed a roguish grin. He removed his hat and tossed it towards the empty side of the bed. It spun around, landing square in the center of the bare patch of ivory sheets. “Now, now, darling,” he purred, pressing one knee onto the soft mattress, “don’t we know each other well enough to do away wi-”

The slurring tumble of words cut short and Elizabeth saw Sparrow’s eyes widen. The hand he’d set among the crumpled mass of fabrics between them had met something solid and he gave the lump an experimental squeeze.

“Watch your hands, pirate,” came a muffled rebuke.

“I believe the bed has learned to talk,” Jack said. He ran his hands along the lump, feeling it out and squeezing here and there to elicit a series of muted complaints. He narrowed his dark, kohl-lined eyes, and fixed them on Elizabeth. “It hasn’t told you anything, has it? I imagine it has a few things to say a lady like you best not hear.”

Elizabeth laughed lightly and shook her head. “So, I am a lady again, am I?” she said. “Then I have all cause to be modest.” She drew the bedding up further, exposing an ankle – one that plainly did not belong to her.

Jack pounced, grabbing the limb and giving it a rough shake. “Hello there, Will.”

The form beneath the blankets wriggled. “Would you mind?” the younger man said, kicking his leg free. “I was in the middle of something.”

Sparrow looked up and shrugged his shoulders at Elizabeth. “Man says he’s busy.”

“Mmhmm,” Elizabeth confirmed with a nod. Her lips parted slightly and her long lashes fluttered as she melted back down into the pillows.

“Best not disturb him, then, should I?” Jack murmured. He spared the time to kick off his boots before settling down to lie beside Elizabeth. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked her, brushing aside a lock of hair that curled along her cheek. The honey coloured strands were mingled with streaks of lighter blonde, bleached from weeks spent under the sun on the open sea.

“More than you can imagine,” she replied breathlessly.

“I’ve a good imagination,” Jack said, urging her face to the side with his fingers and seeking out her mouth with his. She returned his kiss halfheartedly, unable to focus properly on the pirate’s tongue when Will’s was between her thighs. Jack gave her lower lip a playful nip and kissed a path towards her neck as his hands busily pushed aside the blankets to expose her breasts.

Jack Sparrow knew his way around a woman’s body quite well, and he had spent the past fortnight learning the secrets of this particular one. He put that knowledge to good use, running lips and fingers over the areas that made Elizabeth shiver and moan. He delighted in the flush that spread across her breasts, in the way her breath was coming in short gasps, and – most of all – in the hand that clutched desperately at his shoulder. Jack cupped Elizabeth’s breasts and was marking a path of reddened love bites down the trim slope of her stomach when she cried out suddenly, arching her back as the warm tingle of orgasm spread throughout her body.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Jack said, when Elizabeth sunk into the pillows and Will crawled up from between her legs.

Will chuckled and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He worked his jaw side to side as he moved to lounge in the bare half of the bed. Quick as lightning, Jack lunged forward and rescued his hat from being crushed. Jack went to give the younger man a swat with the battered leather, but Will snatched it away and set it on his own head, cocking it down to shade his eyes.

“I am, quite possibly,” Elizabeth said, stretching her slender arms above her head, “the luckiest woman in the world.” She looked down at the two men sharing the bed with her and let her gaze slide from one to the other and back again.

“Only possibly?” Will teased. He propped himself up on one elbow and straightened his stolen hat. With the back of his knuckles he stroked the curve of her hip tenderly.

Elizabeth threaded her fingers in her hair, pulling the glossy waves back and scratching lightly at her scalp. She ran her tongue thoughtfully over her lips and her eyes closed to slits. Curving a languid smile, she mumbled something too quiet to hear.

“What will it take to convince you, Miss Swann?” Will asked, running his hand down to Elizabeth’s slender ankle and back up along the inside of her calf.

Jack joined him, slipping his long fingers between her legs. Elizabeth clamped her thighs together and reached down to push away their wandering hands. “Stay your advances for a few minutes, please, gentlemen,” she said, laughing. “I have yet to recoup!”

“Gentlemen, she calls us…” Jack said amused. He took hold of Will’s chin and made a show of looking the other man over critically. “With a hat like that, mate, you look more like a pirate to me.”

Will followed suit, curving his palm against Jack’s face and brushing a rough thumb against the man’s cheek. “Seems you suffer from the same problem,” he said, winding a bit of Jack’s hair around his fingers and lifting the beaded tangle up with mock disdain. “I don’t see an ounce of gentlemanly attributes. You, sir, are a pirate through and through.”

Jack caught Will’s hand and held it fast. His eyes fixed on the younger man’s, Sparrow lowered his mouth and pressed a kiss to the still reddened flesh where a small tattoo on Will’s wrist marked him as part of the Pearl’s crew. “Looks like a pirate…” he mumbled, and swiped his tongue along the inside of the other man’s arm. He delivered a bite to the inside of Will’s elbow. “Tastes like a pirate…. Must be a-”

“Privateer,” Elizabeth interrupted Jack, plucking at the tattered sash tied high around his waist. “Must be a privateer.”

“Right… right… privateer,” Sparrow agreed. He rose up on his knees and pressed a hand heavy with gold rings to his chest. Taking a deep breath, he burst into song, “Yo ho! Yo ho! A privateer’s life for me. We extort, we pilfer, we sack island towns. Drink up me hearties. Yo ho! Maraud and embezzle, but now for the crown-”

“Letter of Marque or not, you’re still a shameless brigand!” Will interrupted, grabbing the other man around the waist and dragging him down. Dislodged in the scuffle, Jack’s hat fell free, bouncing off the bed to the safety of the cabin floor.

Chortling, Jack Sparrow tumbled into the narrow bit of space between his two lovers. He wormed an arm around each of them and grinned. “If you insist,” Jack said obligingly. He traced little circles on Elizabeth’s upper arm and threaded the fingers of his other hand through the dark curls of Will’s hair. “As a proper brigand with a scandalous lack of morals, which of you fine, upstanding citizens shall I ravage first?”

Will and Elizabeth shared a look across his chest. “Neither,” they said in concert.

“We,” Elizabeth said, her slim fingers undoing the buttons of Jack’s trousers nimbly, “shall be doing-”

“-all the ravaging,” Will finished. He slipped his hand past Elizabeth’s and under the pirate’s smallclothes. “Savvy?” he murmured, a mischievous smile turning the corners of his thin lips.

Sparrow nodded absently as the other man’s fingers closed around his stiffening cock. “Aye, mate,” he mumbled. The pirate’s breath quickened as Will’s rough palm stroked him, and with his eyes dark and hungry, Jack turned to Elizabeth and cupped her face with a fine-boned hand. He slanted a grin before pulling her into a kiss. The tips of Jack’s fingers pressed against the soft skin at the nape of her neck, threading into the fine strands of her hair, and gently but insistently keeping her lips to his. He kissed her slowly, sliding his tongue deep into her mouth and tasting the sweet hint of wine and cherries.

Elizabeth moaned softly and pressed her breasts against Sparrow. The rough, salt-stiffened cotton of his vest scratched against her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure shooting down her spine. Jack’s shirt hung open as usual and Elizabeth put her hand to his chest greedily, scraping her fingernails across the swell of his ribs. She tugged the tails of Jack’s shirt aside and broke away from his kiss to run her eyes across his smooth, sun-darkened skin.

Slithering down, Elizabeth put her mouth to his chest and swirled her tongue around the small, dark oval of a nipple. The ocean’s spray had left its mark on his flesh, but the bite of salt faded swiftly.

“Harder, love,” Jack urged when Elizabeth scraped her teeth against his nipple in a playful bite. Hesitantly, she took the pebbled bit of flesh between her fine white teeth and gave it a light tug. “Harder,” he repeated, tilting his head back with a hiss. “Both of you.”

“You’re the Captain,” Will murmured. He tightened his fist and pumped Jack’s cock faster before lowering his mouth to aid. He wrapped his lips around the wet tip of Jack’s cock, and sucking hard, he began to move his head in time with his hand.

After a few moments, Will felt a tremor run through Jack’s body, and he cracked open an eye to find Elizabeth nibbling her way down towards him. She smiled lasciviously at him and flicked her eyes to Sparrow’s cock. Will raised his head and allowed Elizabeth to take his place.

He watched as her full lips stretched around the wide head of Jack’s cock and slid down to bump against the circle of his fist. Will unwrapped his fingers and Elizabeth swallowed the length he released, nearly burying her lips in the dark patch of hair curling around the base of Jack’s cock. Drawing back, Elizabeth paused and prepared to try and take the pirate’s cock all the way to the hilt. Will knew quite well how that felt and the memory of it was enough to send a fresh surge of blood to his groin.

He groaned and put his fingers to Elizabeth’s face, feeling the hard bulge of the other man’s cock in her mouth. Will leaned forward, feverishly kissing Elizabeth’s cheek, lust running like fire in his veins. Elizabeth grasped the base of Jack’s thick erection, holding it to point upwards and licked around the head. Will brought his mouth to join her, and they shared a messy kiss, tongues dancing around the crown of Sparrow’s cock. The pirate put a hand to the back of each of their heads and they began to trade off, each swallowing the hard length of flesh in turn as Jack’s hips lifted to meet every downstroke.

“Mmm… lovely,” Jack said huskily. He pulled Elizabeth’s hair away from her face. Heavy-lidded, his eyes smoldered as he watched the pair suck him off. When the two stopped suddenly and settled back to sit on their knees, he made a plaintive sound and writhed his hips. “Come now, what’s the problem?”

“No problem,” Will replied. He and Elizabeth exchanged a series of looks.

“I beg to differ,” Sparrow said, gesturing with both hands at his now woefully untended erection. The rapid-fire of Will and Elizabeth’s eyes continued to flicker this way and that in a silent exchange that Jack couldn’t decipher. “I’ve a very big problem, if I do say so myself,” he said, “and I’ve the mind to deal with it by my onesies if there’ll be no assist from either of you.”

“Keep your trousers on,” Elizabeth said. She leaned forward and pulled Will forward to whisper something into his ear.

“My trousers are on, love,” Jack said, glancing down at himself and his rumpled state of near undress. “Mostly, anyhow.” He looked up again to find Will hovering over him. Jack had just enough time to open his mouth for another remark, when the younger man pinned him firmly to the bed by the shoulders.

“He’s all yours,” Will said to Elizabeth, while keeping his eyes on the pirate.

Jack felt the girl swing a leg over him and settle back. She shifted around until his cock rested at the entrance to her body. He jerked his hips up, eager to slide into the slick heat that waited, but she rose up, clucking her tongue at him and holding herself just high enough that, no matter how hard he bucked his hips, he was left unsatisfied.

“Will, would you please hold our good Captain down a bit better?” Elizabeth asked sweetly.

With a grunt of assent and some difficulty, Will managed to switch his hold from Sparrow’s shoulders to his arms. Jack made some token amount of resistance, struggling just enough to make the task difficult for Will. The younger man’s grip was strong from years of labor, and he lifted Jack’s arms up, holding them above the pirate’s head. Will looked down on Sparrow and smiled slightly as he straddled the man’s chest.

“You know, mate, now that you’ve got me here,” Jack said, sliding his gaze from Will’s to the bulge in the man’s crotch, “I could, were my hands free, give you a bit of assistance with that. Savvy?”

Will cocked his head to the side, pressing his lips together in consideration. He freed Jack’s hands with mock reluctance. Sparrow’s arms stayed above his head for a moment, fingers twitching slightly. The man let out a rumbling purr of a moan, and Will felt the soft press of Elizabeth’s breasts against his back. Her hands slid around to embrace him and he felt Jack’s body tense up.

Groaning half in pleasure and half in frustration, the pirate put his hands to Will’s waist and fumbled with the ties. Elizabeth was torturing him, keeping him just shy of true penetration, and Jack struggled for breath, his chest tight between Will’s weight and the coals of lust burning in his chest. With the sweet, blissful heat of Elizabeth’s cunt squeezing around the very tip of his cock, Jack found it difficult to concentrate on untying Will’s trousers. Spitting out a colorful curse, he bunched the muscles of his forearms and snapped the stubborn laces. The other man’s erection sprang free, hot and hard, gleaming with wetness at the tip, and close enough to Jack’s face that he could feel the warmth of it. He lifted his head, moving carefully so as not to find out rudely that his hair was pinned beneath a stray hand or knee. Extending his tongue, Jack swiped it across the tip of Will’s cock, tasting the salty fluid gathered there.

The younger man pushed his cock down, aiming it to slide into the pirate’s willing mouth. Jack swallowed it eagerly, tunneling his tongue along the underside. Will was quick to lean forward, lifting his hips up enough to fuck Jack’s face. As the weight on his chest eased significantly, Jack bucked his hips, and Elizabeth cried out in surprise as he shoved himself deep into her body.

With all games aside, the three soon found a rhythm, and the creak of the bed was punctuated by the soft, panting sounds of lovemaking. Jack spent himself first, his arms reaching around Will to grasp Elizabeth’s thighs as he came.

Will slid free of Jack’s mouth, giving him a break as the explosion of pleasure robbed the pirate of all thought and coordination. He reached behind to Elizabeth, feeling his way blindly to the peak of her thighs. Will slid his first two fingers between her swollen lips and rubbed them against her clit. She moaned and rocked herself against his hand and the thick cock buried inside her, the sway of her body sending the length of her hair brushing against his back. A hot trickle of Jack’s come leaked out of Elizabeth’s cunt, and Will’s fingers slipped and slid between the soft lips of her sex with ease.

Elizabeth gasped when she came, and the tightening of her muscles sent a fresh wash of slick fluid onto Will’s fingers. He felt a fluttering thrill in his chest as she collapsed boneless against his back, and as her arms moved to encircle his waist, she whispered a weak, “Oh…”

“Your turn now, m’boy,” Jack said.

Will looked down to see the man’s golden brown eyes fixed on his cock and Jack’s grip transferred from Elizabeth’s thighs to his. At the pirate’s urging he leaned forward again and he closed his eyes as Jack’s hot mouth took him back in. Elizabeth’s hands slid across his chest and one of her hands moved to pluck at his nipple while the other traveled down to grasp the base of his cock. She nudged aside his hair with her chin to suckle at his neck, and Will’s head began to swim when Jack’s fingers ran up and down the back of his thighs. Drowning in the pleasure of the talented hands and mouths of his lovers, Will gave himself up entirely and let them bring him to completion.

The musky scent of sex was thick in the air when he and Elizabeth slid off of Jack and nestled close to the pirate in the rumpled bed. “Shameless,” Will mumbled after the man leaned over to kiss him and he tasted himself on Jack’s tongue.

“Completely,” Elizabeth agreed, pillowing her head on Sparrow’s chest. “But, what do you expect from a pirate?”

“Privateer,” Jack reminded her, and earned himself a sharp pinch for his trouble. Beside him, Will chuckled softly, and Jack closed his eyes with a grin on his lips.

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End