Jack swallows again, taking Norrington in, eyes strained upwards to watch his face. He can see it better, sun not so blindingly bright, just the tip of Norrington's chin and his neck and his chest heaving with each breath. Jack stares at the pulse point beneath his jaw, head bobbing slowly, until suddenly Norrington looks down.

Says his name.

Jack stills, finding Norrington's eyes and just staring. He wishes he could touch his face, stroke his cheek. Hear his name said again in that way. It's rare to be addressed like that, such a gentle way. Reverent. Caring. It's... nice.

His hand on Norrington's thigh relaxes. Smoothes up over his arse, cupping and bringing the man closer. Jack strokes over his hip and down to his knee before retreating over the same trail. Soothingly. He directs Norrington to shift back and forth, bobbing his head in time.