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Pirates of the Caribbean/Sleepy Hollow (NC-17)
Late crossover rec!
I think I am the kind of driver that snoozes in the back of the van until they wake her up and tell her it's her turn to drive. Then she sits behind the wheel blinking sleepily and saying, "Where are we, now?"
I completely missed the call for crossover recs two weeks ago, and am only now getting caught up.
Title: Ye Merry Gentlemen by Sleeps With Coyotes
Pairing: Jack/Ichabod
Author on LJ: (ETA)![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ciceqi
Author Website:http://ciceqi.slashcity.com/PotC.htm
Why this must be read:
If the essence of slash is two hawt guys getting it on, then two characters played by Johnny Depp is just double the fun. The story is by Sleeps With Coyotes, which is enough of a testimony to its quality, and it's a Christmas ghost story, to boot. If you're thinking, wait, the time frame is wrong for those two movies to overlap, never fear. Jack Sparrow is the victim of his own personal curse, and he lives on into Ichabod's century. And, after all, who is more qualified than Ichabod Crane to investigate a ghost ship in the Sound?
Katrina's face floated suddenly into his thoughts, but he'd never kept any secrets from his wife, and she knew of his past lovers, all of them. She knew exactly why the Hessian Horseman had let them leave the Hollow once her stepmother's hold on the ghost was broken--nor had that been the only time since. She was remarkably tolerant of the fascination the dead seemed to have with him, saying only that he was what he was. It was the living that would get him hexed, but no one living drew him more than his own dear Katrina.
No one living. And Jack Sparrow didn't--quite--fit that description anymore.
"Well, well, Constable," Jack purred, a slow smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Let's see just how close the resemblance is, shall we?"
He was pushed back onto the bed before he knew it, boots off, belt undone, and then he lost track of things entirely as Jack's hot mouth made its way down his chest by slow degrees. He was aware of a tongue thrusting into his navel, and he arched up to meet that teasing caress, hungry for its promise of more. He had no idea of how he'd come to be naked, but Jack was kissing downward, a faint chuckle sighing a warm breath across the length of Ichabod's shaft.
"Bloody hell, I hope you're not my grandson," Jack muttered feelingly, taking Ichabod in hand and running his tongue from root to tip, chuckling again as Ichabod bucked and whimpered. "Steady, lad, and let Jack do what he does best."
"I thought you...oh God...were a pirate," Ichabod managed, hands fisting in the sheets as Jack flicked his tongue just so.
"That's right," Jack said amiably, and Ichabod was certain that should make some kind of sense, but he had better things to think about.
Ye Merry Gentlemen
I think I am the kind of driver that snoozes in the back of the van until they wake her up and tell her it's her turn to drive. Then she sits behind the wheel blinking sleepily and saying, "Where are we, now?"
I completely missed the call for crossover recs two weeks ago, and am only now getting caught up.
Title: Ye Merry Gentlemen by Sleeps With Coyotes
Pairing: Jack/Ichabod
Author on LJ: (ETA)
ciceqiAuthor Website:http://ciceqi.slashcity.com/PotC.htm
Why this must be read:
If the essence of slash is two hawt guys getting it on, then two characters played by Johnny Depp is just double the fun. The story is by Sleeps With Coyotes, which is enough of a testimony to its quality, and it's a Christmas ghost story, to boot. If you're thinking, wait, the time frame is wrong for those two movies to overlap, never fear. Jack Sparrow is the victim of his own personal curse, and he lives on into Ichabod's century. And, after all, who is more qualified than Ichabod Crane to investigate a ghost ship in the Sound?
Katrina's face floated suddenly into his thoughts, but he'd never kept any secrets from his wife, and she knew of his past lovers, all of them. She knew exactly why the Hessian Horseman had let them leave the Hollow once her stepmother's hold on the ghost was broken--nor had that been the only time since. She was remarkably tolerant of the fascination the dead seemed to have with him, saying only that he was what he was. It was the living that would get him hexed, but no one living drew him more than his own dear Katrina.
No one living. And Jack Sparrow didn't--quite--fit that description anymore.
"Well, well, Constable," Jack purred, a slow smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Let's see just how close the resemblance is, shall we?"
He was pushed back onto the bed before he knew it, boots off, belt undone, and then he lost track of things entirely as Jack's hot mouth made its way down his chest by slow degrees. He was aware of a tongue thrusting into his navel, and he arched up to meet that teasing caress, hungry for its promise of more. He had no idea of how he'd come to be naked, but Jack was kissing downward, a faint chuckle sighing a warm breath across the length of Ichabod's shaft.
"Bloody hell, I hope you're not my grandson," Jack muttered feelingly, taking Ichabod in hand and running his tongue from root to tip, chuckling again as Ichabod bucked and whimpered. "Steady, lad, and let Jack do what he does best."
"I thought you...oh God...were a pirate," Ichabod managed, hands fisting in the sheets as Jack flicked his tongue just so.
"That's right," Jack said amiably, and Ichabod was certain that should make some kind of sense, but he had better things to think about.
Ye Merry Gentlemen