Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (9/?) Copyright 08/23/03

Author: Lydia NightShade

Pairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth (More implied than graphic portrayal)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Swearing, homosexual slander, uncaring father, angst…obsessive LOTR slash discussion and blushing Will.

Disclaimer: HA! I own nothing! I’m a pathetic college student that can’t seem to stop writing gay porn! LoL! It’s a sickness really….or an obsession….hmmmm. The title is a line from the Veruca Salt song Volcano Girls. I don’t own that either I just think it goes well with the fic and I love Veruca Salt!

Beta: Mistaya!

Feedback: It’s the rice in my sushi!

Summary: Jack and Will get caught in the and and crash at a motel…Will gets cleaned up and Jack lets his hidden nice guy self out for a walk. FOTR is pay-per-veiwed!

Author’s Notes: Two Towers! Squeeeeeeee!!!

Author’s Notes 2: *~*~*~* denotes scene change or passage of time and “speech” ‘thoughts’. Okay here we go!

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They hadn’t been riding very long before a storm rolled in and began to pelt them with rain. Will cringed, closed his eyes, and lowered his head. The rain felt like a thousand little needles pricking his skin. Plus he was freezing. It was already getting dark and the temperature had dropped; nhat hat it was that warm to begin with. He shivered and tried to ignore what he was going through out of fear of punishment from Jack.

“Fucking wonderful,” Jack grumbled to himself as the rain started to sting his face. They couldn’t keep going in this and he knew it. He sighed and turned off the main drag tnd and a motel for the night. It wasn’t hard to find a vacancy. Port Royal was a huge tourist town so there was a motel, hotel, or country inn every five feet. Within half an hour Jack was turning the lock to his and Will’s motel room.

“Home, sweet home,” he chimed cynically, throwing his bag on the floor and shaking his head to get the water out of his dreads. Will was shivering and clutching Jack’s jacket tightly around himself. The leather was sopping, and his pants were soaked. “Take that off and go check for towels,” he ordered harsher than necessary…he was very tired. Will jumped at the angry voice and complied. He felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment as Jack appraised his chest and he scurried into the bathroom, limping slightly and his shoes squishing from the rain.

Jack smiled to himself and chuckled slightly when Will was out of sight; the kid was adorable. He felt his guilt well up inside him once again. He couldn’t understand why he had flipped out so badly in the restaurant. It was natural that the kid would want to escape. He /had/ kidnapped him after all. Why did he take it so personally? He grumbled to himself and started digging through his bag looking for something dry to wear. Will came squishing back out and cautiously handed Jack a towel, keeping one for himself. He started to dry his sopping wet curls.

“Don’t bother drying off yet,” Jack said calmly, stopping Will’s arm. He was met with a timid, confused stare.

“W-why?” Will squeaked out, already feeling the butterflies in his stomach coming back with a vengeance.

“It’s been, what…three days since we’ve been together? Don’t you want a shower?” Jack spoke as if speaking to a slow person. Will bit his bottom lip and backed up slightly.

“A-a-alone?” he whimpered, wrapping the towel around himself subconsciously. More guilt. Jack wanted to bash his head against the wall at the fear he saw in Will’s eyes and even more so for the impure thoughts the boy’s fears brought to his mind. It really had been a long time since he’d gottaid.aid.

“Yes /alone/,” Jack scoffed, slightly insulted by the overwhelming relief he saw in Will’s eyes. “Leave the bathroom door open though… and give me your clothes.” Will looked like an owl about to smack into a bug zapper.

“What’ll I wear?!” he blurted, without thinking. Then, remembering the threat Jack had made in the woods, he paled. “I’m sorry I wrote on the wall! Don’t make me walk around naked, /please/!”

“Meh?” (1) Jack asked, confused as all hell. Then the flashback hit him and he smacked his forehead. “No, no, no… I think I saw a laundry room when we were coming in,” he explained, rather amused by the whole thing. “You can just… hide under the covers?” Jack offered not really concerned about the boy being stark naked. He could tell, however, that his response was not the answer Will was looking for. He grumbled in frustration and dug through his bag. He found a long sleeved, black thermal t-shirt and threw it at Will.

“It’s pretty long and should do until we get those… /lovely/… boxers cleaned,” Jack had to laugh… he’d never seen boxers quite /that/ blue before. Will blushed but nodded his head. He sat down on the mattress and removed his shoes and socks before moving back over to the bathroom. “You’re forgetting something,” Jack beamed, enjoying the flinch he received. Will turned and looked at him nervously, but he removed his pants, fast as lightening and chucked them at Jack.

“And?” Will was as red as a tomato and he looked like he wanted to cry, scream and punch Jack all at the same time.

“You don’t expect me to take them off in front of you do you?” he shouted, his annoyance showing through. Jack shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his foot. Will fumed. He wrapped the towel around his waist and then carefully slid his boxers down. “I’ll never understand you people! (2)” he muttered angrily as he trudged into the bathroom.

“Most never understand me; don’t feel stupid, luv!” Jack baited, but he received no reply. “Well, glad to know I haven’t completely broken him,” Jack murmured as he exited their room and headed for the laundry room. He knew Will wouldn’t try to escape again so soon… plus he was naked! Where would he go?

Will, completely unaware he had been left unattended, turned on the water and tested it to make sure it was an okay temperature. He looked over his shoulder to make Jac Jack wasn’t watching from the door before he shyly shed his towel and hopped in. He had to admit it felt damn good… and his hair had been getting a little greasy. He used the motel shampoos and soap (3) and scrubbed himself as clean as he could get. He still felt dirty from all the filthy hands that had been molesting him lately, but at least he didn’t have leaves and dirt on top of that anymore.

When Jack returned he saw the steam billowing out from the tiny bathroom and felt the heat pool in his groin. ‘This is like a cheap porno flick,’ he thought, as he felt himself magnetically drawn to the source. ‘Correction, a cheap /gay/ porno flick,’ he mused as he saw Will’s slim silhouette against the curtain. “I say god damn!” he breathed, as he watched the shadowed hands run up and down the lithe body, lathering up… innocently.

Jack mewled in his throat and bit his bottom lip. ‘Oh yeah… I’m being punished,’ he thought bitterly as he realized he’d never have the joy of playing with that body. Sure, Jack could force himself on the twerp again… but he didn’t want it that way. To have those deep, chocolate eyes clouded over with lust and those soft pink lips begging for more… /that/ was what he wanted. He imagined running his hands through those silky curls and pressing their sweaty, naked bodies together. He moaned, not realizing that the water had stopped.

Will went to exit the shower and gasped when he saw Jack standing in the doorway, seeming lost in thought, a lustful look in his eyes. Then Will heard him moan and he really got worried. He pulled the shower curtain closer to his body and blindly searched for his towel.

“You said I could shower alone!” he cried out, feeling the old fear come back into him. At Will’s frightened voice Jack snapped out of his dirty reverie to discover the excruciatingly awkward situation he had created.

“Shit…” he grunted. He looked at Will, and almost started drooling right there in the doorway. The brown curls were soaked and sticking to that pale, alluring neck. Will’s chocolate eyes were wide and he had a slight flush of color over his perfect cheekbones. And of course there were the tiny droplets of water running down the slim, toned chest. “Sorry,” was all Jack could get out as he turned from the horribly erotic sight.

Will lingered in the shower a few moments longer, frozen. Frozen in fear, shock, and then slight confusion… had Jack actually /apologized/? He worried his lip and hopped out of the shower, grabbing his towel quickly. He trotted over to the door and closed it tight. At this point he wasn’t taking chances. He took another towel and wrapped up his hair, and used the other to dry his body. Jack’s black shirt was on the counter by the sink, neatly folded. He managed to pull it over his head, with the towel on, and pulled it down. It only went to his mid thigh.

“Come on… /stretch/!” he whined, pulling on the bottom hem. He was covered… but not to his satisfaction. “I can’t walk around like this… with /him/,” he moaned dejectedly. Will was sure Jack would use his state of undress against him… hell, he couldn’t even bend over! He grumbled in frustration when, even with his best efforts, the shirt refused to magically become longer. He whined in his throat and banged the back of his head against ther. r.

Seeing as how nothing was helping, Will resigned himself to his humiliation. He bent forward and dried his hair with the towel before removing it from his head. He didn’t have a brush so he just ran his fingers through it, looking in the mirror to see if it was presentable.

“What do I care?” he grumbled bitterly as he looked at his messy hair. He huffed at the mirror and stormed out of the room. He looked to see where Jack was and found him sitting on the edge of one of the beds, flipping through the channels. Will swallowed and nervously shuffled over to his own bed, holding the ends of the shirt as he went.

Jack looked over to his hostage and restrained his snicker as Will hurried to the bed wearing only /his/ shirt. ‘Almost like a lover…’ Jack thought absentmindedly. Will yanked the covers back and hopped under them, pulling them up to his waist instantly.

“Aww, honey, you’re so pretty,” Jack cooed in a mock dreamy voice. Will glared at him and pulled his knees up to his chest. He pouted without thinking about it and Jack really did laugh this time. “I swear you are fucking priceless,” he snickered, looking through the menu for a good adult movie. Will looked rather miffed, but he said nothing.

“Oooo, this one looks good!” Jack beamed in his gravely voice. “Lord of the G-strings! (4)” he started to laugh and Will looked at him, disgusted. “Aww… too bad it’s not Lord of the /Cock/ Rings, eh? I bet Aragorn and Legolas making out would be enough to get me going— bet he’s a hot piece. Aragorn could yank on those golden locks and just pound into him or bend the elf over his horse and…”

“Would you stop!!” Will shouted, exasperated. “You’re disgusting! That’s not what the movies are about!” he scolded. Jack looked at Will rather amused and let a bark of sarcastic laughter escape his lips. Will blushed slightly and played with the sheets. “Well… I mean… if they /did/ have that kind of relationship Aragorn wouldn’t treat Legolas so cheaply. He loves elves… look at how he treats Arwen. He wouldn’t bend him over his fucking horse… he loves his horse! /And/ his elf… far too much to degrade them so!” Will said the last with frustrated, stern conviction.

Jack had been watching the display with barely controlled amusement and was struggling to keep his laughter in at that very moment. He saw the embarrassment spread over Will’s face and he couldn’t fight it anymore. He dissolved into fits of giggles and had to hold his stomach to control the pain.

“It’s not funny,” Will huffed, rather annoyed that Jack took the matter so lightly. Legolas was one of his favorite characters, as was Aragorn… ouldould identify with Aragorn a lot. The poor man was miserable throughout the epic and no one noticed. Will could understand that. Also, he admired the fact that Aragorn was always the strong one and how he just kept going no matter how much shit happened to him.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t realize how important it was to you,” Jack chortled. “Hey… I’ve never seen the first one…want to watch it? You can explain the cinematic brilliance and hidden innuendos to me,” he offered honestly. Will perked up immediately.

“Really?! That’d be awesome!” Will squealed, seeming to forget that he was speaking to his kidnapper and one of his attempted rapists. He even came out from under the covers and moved over to Jack’s bed, seeing as how it had a better view of the TV.

“Well, aren’t we all friendly now?” Jack quipped, “Two hours ago you were trying to escape again.” He regretted it as he saw the flash of fear in Will’s eyes at the mention of what had happened in the restaurant. “I’m sorry… that was… I don’t know what that was,” he mumbled, slightly embarrassed. Will stared down at the mattress, pulling the shirt down to cover his lap.

“Are… are you… are you still going to… to… please don’t,” he whimpered, feeling himself tremble again. Jack sighed and leaned back against the headboard. He wasn’t sure if he should answer honestly or not. He still needed Will to be frightened of him… but he didn’t want to be like Gibbs and the thousand other scum bags he knew.

“No. But I /will/ kill you if you keep giving me grief!” he said as menacingly as he could while staring into those moist chocolate pools of innocence. Will grimaced and nodded his head. They were silent for a moment before Will’s stomach growling interrupted the peace.

“Never did get to eat those pancakes, did you?” Jack laughed, enjoying Will’s flush. Will shook his head.

“No.” Despite himself, he found he was smiling. He liked this Jack… the relaxed, friendly biker.

“What do you want on your tombstone?!(5)” Jack growled in mock anger, causing Will to laugh.

“Ham and ppplepple,” he answered gleefully; they weren’t allowed pizza at home… but of course he and Lizzie sneaked out to get some.

“Ah, my favorite as well… that was easy,” Jack commented, more to himself than Will. He grabbed the phone and dialed the extension for outside calls and placed the order. He also ordered the movie on pay-per-view before he placed it back on the stand. “Oh, yeah, almost forgot,” he mused, fishing around in his bag. He took out the dreaded handcuffs and scooted up the bed, grabbing Will’s ankle.

“Hey!” Will exclaimed, placing his hands between his legs to keep the shirt down. “What are you doing?”

“Just because we seem to be getting along doesn’t mean our roles have changed. You’re still my hostage and I’m still your kidnapper,” he said plainly, snapping the cuffs around Will’s ankles.

“But I can barely move with these on, and it’s really uncomfortable,” Will pouted and fidgeted with the bindings. “Please?” he tried using his best puppy eyes… if it could work on his father than maybe it would on Jack… neither were very soft willed.

“I’ll give you a little more slack and that’s all.” Jack replied as he unhooked Will’s right ankle and pulled out the second pair of handcuffs. He linked them together and then hooked the other left hook of the second pair to Will’s right ankle. “There. Two pairs worth of slack… happy?”

“Not really… but it’s better.” Will had to admit that it allowed more movement, but it was still restricting. He couldn’t run with these on…then again, he supposed that was the whole point.

“Quit your belly aching and move over,” Jack quipped, grabbing Will’s hips and shifting him over so he could reclaim his place by Will’s side. Will felt his heart skip a beat at the touch and he had to suppress a yelp. “The movie should be starting,” Jack commented, flipping to the appropriate channel.

“It’s so good, you won’t be disappointed,” Will chimed, bouncing slightly on the mattress. “The guy that plays Aragorn is really hot too!” he blurted out before he could stop himself. The questioning look on Jack’s face made him squeak and slap his hands over his mouth. Jack had never seen anyone turn so red in his life. It was a hoot!

“I thought my gaydar picked up on something… such behavior from such an upstanding young man…what would daddy think?” Jack asked jovially.

“Shut up! You were the one that wanted to watch Lord of the Cock Rings!” the teen defended, utterly flustered.

“Hey, calm down there, slapnuts. (6) I didn’t say I had a problem with it… I like cock too… kinda thought you would have picked up on that by now,” he said amusedly; Will was so easy to tease. All argument fled from the youth’s mind as he registered the ‘new’ information. Will opened his mouth to comment but he couldn’t think of anything to say so he just sighed and leaned back against the headboard with Jack. It was kind of strange to be sitting so close to his kidnapper without fear of molestation… especially considering he wasn’t wearing underwear.

“It’s starting!” Will decided to just not think about the situation and enjoy the movie. He always loved watching it with someone new. Something about watching them experience what he’d memorized always gave him a thrill. And he loved pointing out things that he hadn’t noticed until his fifth time watching it, or little facts he’d learned about the filming or the cast.

“What the fuck is that crap they’re whispering in the background? Sounds like some weird ass pig Latin,” Jack asked as Cate Blanchett’s voice came on. Will rolled his eyes… then again… watching it with someone new could really blow.

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The pizza came just as the council of Elrond was starting, and Will hurried Jack along, insisting that it was a very important scene and he shouldn’t miss it.

“Keep your panties on!” Jack griped as he balanced the large pizza and the liter of Coke. “Oh, that’s right… you’re not wearing any underwear,” he smiled, enjoying the nasty scowl he got. “You so precioussssss,” he hissed in a very Gollumish way. Will giggled slightly and shook his head.

“It figures that out of all the characters in this universe you would pick /him/ as your favorite.”

“Just getting into the spirit, luv. Oops! I mean precious.” The playful biker plopped the pizza down on the mattress and handed Will one of the paper plates that came with the box over. “Soda?” he asked holding up the bottle. Will nodded and held up his plastic cup.

“Coke’s my favorite.” Will stated for no apparent reason. Jack smirked.

“Goes better with rum… oh how I miss that stuff,” he lamented as took a piece of pizza and blew on the cheese. “Why do they always make these bloody things so damn hot?”

“Because people don’t want to pay for cold pizza,” Will informed him as he took a slice for himself.

“I /like/ cold pizza,” Jack barked, obviously annoyed that he had food but couldn’t eat it because it would cause a lethal cheese burn! “It’s a sadistic game they’re playing. You see, you order it when you’re starving, then they take forever to deliver, and when you finally get the bloody thing it’s too damn hot to eat so you have to sit there smelling it for another half an hour! And of course that just makes you more hungry because you can smell, see, almost taste it… but it’s just beyond your grasp.” Will listened to Jack’s pizza conspiracy theory with obvious cynicism.

“Why don’t you sue them so they can pay for your therapy,” he said flatly, munching on his own piece of pizza goodness. Will had to cover his mouth to prevent his mouth full of food from spewing over his captor’s face at the expression Jack gave him. It was a combination of humiliation and anger. Will was laughing so hard it was amazing he swallowed the pizza without choking.

“You’re really not one to be talking about therapy with the amount of stock you put into this movie and getting no financial gain. So I think I’ll see /you/ at the therapist’s office too, precious.” They both shared a laugh before settling down to watce moe movie again.

Some time passed and Jack, to be honest, was getting rather bored. He didn’t have a particularly long attention span and the movie was good… but he needed more action. And of course as luck would have it he just so happened to pay for the /extended/ version. ‘Like it isn’t bloody long enough!’ he ranted in his head. He sighed and looked over at his companion. Will was so wrapped up in the whole thing… especially whenever elves were on screen. ‘He smells really good too,’ he thought bitterly. He’d promised the rug rat that he wouldn’t force himself on him… not that he would have anyway… but he couldn’t believe he’d /admitted/ it.

“So how come you like this movie so much? Don’t you have better things to be doing with your time?” Jack asked in hopes of passing the time. He’d always found real life interesting enough… he didn’t need movies. Will shrugged and looked up at his captor.

“Well… dad never let us out much… he said it was dangerous,” Will said softly, grabbing another slice of pizza. Jack joined him.

“Oh, really? Why’s that?” he asked genuinely curious. Will paused and gave Jack an awkward look, realizing the irony of the situation.

“Um… he was afraid we’d get… kidnapped…” There was an awkward silence between the two as they silently munched on their food, each giving the other an odd look.

“Smart man,” Jack said quickly, clearing his throat and changing the subject. “So who was that guy trying to pull you back into the school?” he asked quickly. Will stiffened noticeably and he lowered his head, chewing on the slice absentmindedly. “Touchy subject?” Jack offered, remembering how Will originally thought Jack was his rescuer.

“Why didn’t my father pay the ransom?” The question was so soft Jack almost missed it. He thought back to the harsh words the Governor had screamed into the phone and flinched. Should he tell the little twerp? He looked at Will’s hopeful face and he felt that weirdness in his chest again… what was that? “He didn’t say… exactly… I don’t think he thought I was serious…” Jack trailed off, looking at the screen, “So, what’s a Balrog?”

“Huh? Oh! It’s really scary… well if you’re fighting it… for us it’s just cool!” Will explained, once again engrossed in his fantasy world.

“Splendid!” Jack chimed, absolutely ecstatic to be off the subjects of ransom, kidnapping, and creepy middle-aged men pulling teenage boys into their lairs.

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Another hour and a half went by and the movie was still going. Jack had to admit it was good, but it was just too damn long! He was really interested in what was going to happen to the fellowship especially since Boromir seemed to be having difficulties, and what was with that Galadriel chick? Like they really needed another person predicting doom in this story! What Jack didn’t realize was that he had become completely engrossed in the story. So absorbed in fact that he failed to notice his little hostage had fallen asleep on his arm.

He felt the extra weight, but didn’t think anything of it. “Hey… um… Will! Yeah, Will, what’s with those Rur-ruk… er, Yuki… Yu-Gi-Oh…Urk-hai! What’s with those things and why did they name the two bad guys so similarly? Which one’s just the big creepy fuck of an eye?” When he received no response he got annoyed and went to nudge the boy. “Hey, you’re supposed to explain this shit to me,” he whined, looking over at his young meal ticket. It was then that he finally realized Will was fast asleep and he’d been talking to himself again for the past half hour, maybe more. “Oh…” he moaned disappointedly.

“Well… like a fucking baby… feed him and he goes right to sleep.” Jack sighed and started to clean up the mess on the bed. He moved the pizza and soda over to the small table in the corner. Will had used the covers to preserve his modesty during the movie so Jack just pulled them up and decided to sleep in the other bed. It was so tempting to sneak a peak at the boy’s goodies, but that damn resurrected conscience of his kept throwing these ‘moral dilemmas’ in his way.

Feeling frustrated and disgusted with himself he turned off the light and stripped to his own boxers before lying down for a night of restless sleep. Some days it just didn’t pay to be a nice guy…

Tbc….


(1) Meh: Think of the noise you make when you didn’t quite understand what the person talking to you said… or even if you’re just confused. That’s kinda what mine sounds like but you can insert your own! ^_^

(2) By “you people” I meant for Will to mean Older Men… think about the experiences he’s had thus far… Avery, Gibbs, and even our beloved Sparrow has gotten fresh with him… if this is all you know than you would be confused too… especially all three in a row and you are still technically a virgin. (Avery forced him, so we won’t count it *wink*)

(3) Yeah in my little Alternate Universe cheap motels have complimentary shampoos and soaps… and laundry rooms! Dag Nabbit! They should! Why do only the fancy pants places get the goods?! Rahr!

(4) An actual porn movie my buddy found. We were having a discussion about slash because I was telling her all about slash and stuff and then we talked about all the cheesy porno movies that are probably out there on the movie. I said I wished they’d make gay porn of it (for Arlego of course) and we were making up names. She mentioned Dildo Baggins, which turned into Dildo Faggins and I said Lord of the Cock Rings…so of course that led to Dildo Faggins the Lord of the Cock Rings. Anyway…about a week later we’re drinking and watching FOTR…again…and she’s reading a little booklet of movies she has. She starts laughing her ass off and then says “Oh we have to rent this!” I asked what and she tells me about the Lord of the G-strings! It’s a straight porn and we never did see it…but it sounded like it actually had a plotarenarently if you get the almighty G-string you can have the ultimate orgasm or some shit. Bunch of practically naked chicks with caps and swords as far as I could tell from the cover picture….damn this was a long explanation! Oh yeah! Anyone else think it’s hilarious when Gandalf says “Your hands would remember their strength better…if they grasped your sword,” after Theoden’s exorcism? COME ON!! THAT REEKS OF INNUENDOS!!

(5) What do you want on your tombstone?: a y a ye old pizza ad here in the States…the pizza was called a tombstone and they had all these cheesy commercials with like westerns and prisoners all right before execution and the bad guy asks “What do you want on your tombstone?” all evil like and the ‘victim’ goes “Cheese and Pepperoni.” Lame I know but it’s something that’s stuck with me throughout my sad little couch potato life.

(6) Slapnuts: My guy buddy always calls me that when I’m getting angry at him…usually ticks me off more at the time, but I always laugh when he does it to someone else. I’m so immoral.


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