ladyofshadow (ladyofshadow) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2007-09-08 00:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: ladyofshadow, f: pirates of the caribbean, p: jack sparrow/jack the monkey, september 08 |
Pirates of the Caribbean (Jack Sparrow/Jack the Monkey)
Title: Shiver Me Timbers
Author: Ladyofshadow
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: masturbation, oral, slight bestiality
Word count: 634
Prompt: Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack Sparrow/Jack the Monkey: Dreams and nightmares - "Under the sheets."
“Oy mate, what say you run along to the galley and get ole Jack another bottle of rum.”
“Get it yerself, Sparrow. I ain’t yer nursemaid,” Pintel snarled to Jack Sparrow. He was on reluctant watch duty outside of the pirate’s door.
“Pity, my nursemaid breast fed me until I was five. A rather fetching lass if you get what I’m saying, but I suppose you’ll do to quench my thirst.”
“Get off of me, Sparrow! I ain’t made of rum!”
“That would be an improvement,” Jack muttered. With a flourish of his sleeve he sighed, “Considering that our dear Barbossa has confined me to said room, going to the galley to get myself a bit of rum would be a jaunt not in keeping with his evening edict.”
“Enough! If I get yer damn rum will you shut up!”
“I’ll be quiet as a sleeping babe,” Jack grinned. He watched Pintel storm off and was about to leave the cabin when Ragetti rounded the corner. Jack leaned against the doorway and admired the rings on his fingers with a casual air.
“What you doin’?”
“Waiting for your partner to return with a beverage to help me sleep,” Jack replied.
“Oh, I thought you was tryin’ to escape again.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it mate!”
“That’s not what Barbossa says. He says yer slippery as an eel.”
“He’d know that now wouldn’t he,” Jack said slyly.
Pinteli returned in the midst of their conversation and shoved the bottle of rum against Jack’s chest. “Take yer drink, shut yer trap, and git some damn sleep.”
“Aye aye Sir nursemaid,” Jack said, twirling around.
“Nursemaid?”
“Pay him no mind,” Pintel said, shoving Ragetti against the wall.
Jack closed the door to his cabin, leaving the other pirates in the corridor. He uncorked the bottle and took a long swig. “Ah, that hits the spot!” He wiped his lips with his arm and smacked his lips in a satisfied smile.
He kicked off his boots and leaned back onto the bed as he drained the bottle. His world blurred in a pleasant haze and he loosened his belt as his hat slid over his eyes.
An alcoholic haze fogged his senses and he pulled the sheets over his body. Thoughts of Tortuga danced in his dreams and a vision of Elizabeth crawled onto his bed.
“Mmmm, love…always knew you’d come to me.”
His pants were unlaced and he felt himself harden in response to the rustle of fabric. A moist tongue danced over his tip, suckling at its moist center.
“Ahhh…”
Hairy hands fondled his balls and his ass clenched when he heard a shriek. “Come already, love?”
Soberness flitted across his half-asleep revelry when he realized, Hairy hands??? Will? Barbossa? …wait.
He opened his eyes and moved his hat. The sheets lifted and a tiny face peeked out at him, with a wide, toothy grin.
“AHHHH!”
He grabbed at the sheets and the monkey screeched at him, running out the window.
“What? What is it?” Ragetti had his sword drawn as he barreled into the cabin.
Pintel snarled. “What you yellin’ about?!”
“Nothing,” Jack squeaked. “Just a dream - nightmare!”
“Dream quieter,” Pintel grumbled.
“You startled us somethin’ awful,” Ragetti said, sheathing his sword.
“Sorry to disturb you lads,” Jack said. “Carry on with - whatever it was you were doing.”
The two pirates left the room and Jack glared at the window where the damnable monkey fled. “You got a sick sense of humor, Hector. Devil love you for it.”
Jack returned to the bed and reached down, determined to release some personal demons.
Jack the monkey climbed up to the Captain’s cabin and leapt onto Barbossa’s shoulder, squeaking at the salted nut he was offered.
“Very good Jack,” Barbossa purred. “I’ve trained ye well.”