Leave Me Lying Here

Hello Darlings!

I doubt that any of you are actually reading this because I left you on a brutal cliffie, but I just wanted to say that all of you have been so awesome with all the feedback on last chapter. People really came outta the woodwork and, in fact, there were so many I couldn't respond to them all so please forgive me! I just wanted to say that you guys make me smile and laugh... one in particular was Kris calling me a cow. Just made me think of Bend It Like Beckham. Parminder's sister called everyone "stupid flipping cow!" so I had a good chuckle at that. Thanks again guys! Hope the chapter didn't disappoint. *kisses and hugs everyone*

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (14/?) 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…

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….hmm. 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: If you haven’t slaughtered me for the wimpy Will by now… you’re a peach! Please give me feedback! I’m not above begging! Wahh!!

Summary: Some nookie and a haircut. Plus! Lizzie is finally back in the picture! Yay! I know, I was excited too!

Author’s Notes: I drew a sketch of how I think Will would have looked in that little red and fishnumbnumber because I was bored and I had to have a sketchbook for art class. If I had a scanner, I’d put it up.

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

Special thanks to Mike. You know why! xoxoxoxo

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“Jack… make love to me… please…” The request came so softly that Jack wasn’t sure he heard correctly… in fact he /knew/ he couldn’t have heard that right.

“W-What?!” he choked out, suddenly feeling like their roles had been reversed.

“Make love to me… I feel so alone…” Jack could feel Will’s body trembling and heard the heartache in his melodic voice.

“Are you /sure/ about this?” Jack couldn’t take the teasing anymore… he’d been good for so long with this kid, but he would be a downright fool to turn down a flat out request. “You know you don’t have to earn your keep or anything like that, right? This is totally your own idea.”

“I don’t want to feel so alone anymore.” Will whimpered. “I want to… but I’m scared… I know it’s going to hurt…”

“It doesn’t have to hurt… not for the entire time.” Jack comforted. He could shoot Avery for doing that to Will. “I’ll go slow, show you how it’s really supposed to feel.” He knew this would be hard for Will and that it most likely would end before they actually went all the way.

Will still seemed rather timid, so Jack made the first move. He stroked Will’s face and gently applied pressure under Will’s chin, forcing the kid to look up at him. The biker smiled reassuringly and leaned in slowly for a tender kiss. It was slow and unforced; giving Will time to adjust to their escalating relationship. When Jack ran his tongue along Will’s lips, silently asking for entrance, he felt the teen hesitantly give in.

Jack couldn’t believe how shy the boy was. All the partners he’d had were always so aggressive he almost felt drowned by their force. He rather liked having a lover that wasn’t so sure of himself.

“Can… can I… see… you?” Will asked, blushing slightly.

“Can I see you?” Jack asked in return. Will's blush deepened and he looked down again.

“I… I don’t know… You first…” This kid was /adorable/. Jack smiled at Will’s nervousness and nodded.

“Fair enough… would you like to remove them, or shall I?” He asked jovially, holding the waistband of his boxers. Will seemed to debate with himself before reaching out slightly trembling hands to help Jack pull down the black material. Jack’s semi-hard cock was revealed, surrounded by a thin bush of dark hair. Will seemed fascinated by the whole thing. Avery hadn’t really allowed him to explore his body. In fact, the man barely let Will touch him at all.

“Can I touch you?” Will asked. “I… haven’t really done this before… just being naked with someone. Avery didn’t really let me do anything.” He explained, obviously embarrassed by his lack of experience.

“Of course you can… can I touch you?” Jack cooed, kissing Will again. He wanted to savor every moment… lord only knew if this would ever happen again. He pulled back and placed soft kisses on Will’s face.

“Above the waist… for now, okay?” Will asked uncertainly; he had so many butterflies in his stomach he thought he’d float away. Jack nodded his consent, but he did nothing. He was going to let Will initiate the touching. He watched as Will’s finger hesitantly made contact with his lean, muscular chest. It traced lazy patterns and slowly became two fingers, than three until finally Will started exploring with his entire palm.

Jack started touching Will’s face again. He wanted to ease the youth into the contact, so he stroked Will’s cheek before moving to his pale, supple neck. He still couldn’t get over how soft and smooth the kid’s skin was, so unlike his own. Will was also pale, while his own sun-kissed skin stood out from whitwhite sheets. Jack supposed it was fitting. He was tainted and jaded and Will was shiny and new… still an innocent to so much of the world.

His mind rapidly shifted gears, however, when he felt Will’s fingers circling his nipple. He let out a soft moan and covered Will’s hand with his own.

“Yeah, do that… feels real good.” Will smiled ever so slightly, a spark of pride showing in his eyes that he had done something right. He leaned forward and started kissing Jack’s chest before running his tongue up to Jack’s collarbone. Jack gasped and pulled Will up for a kiss. “Good baby… very, very, good.” He ran his hands down Will’s sides and kneaded the flesh of his back. He just needed more contact with Will’s body— it was just amazing. He’d never understood the meaning of ‘sparks flying’ before this night.

“Let me touch you… please,” he begged, kissing Will deeply. His lust was starting to get the better of him. Will moaned into his mouth and nodded. He felt Jack reach under the towel and stroke him. Jack cupped Will’s balls and stroked his silky member. Will started panting and he buried his hands in Jack’s dreadlocks. Jack pulled away from the kiss and moved down Will’s chest. He found Will’s already hardened nub and took it in his mouth, twirling his tongue and sucking fervently.

“Ah! Mmm…” Will moaned, licking his lips andningning his fingers through Jack’s hair. It was an amazing feeling. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop…” he whispered, thrusting into Jack’s hand. Jack, encouraged by such a lively response, stroked faster and did the same to Will’s other nipple.

It didn’t take long for Will to cum, gasping and moaning as he did. Jack wiped his hand on the sheet, before moving up to kiss Will’s lips. He brushed his hand through the sweaty curls and pulled Will’s body closer to his. Will felt Jack’s erection pressing against his thigh and he panicked a little.

“How do I… um… make you feel better?” he mumbled shyly, staring down at Jack’s very apparent need.

“You said you wanted me to make love to you…” Jack said softly, rubbing Will’s back comfortingly. “Changed your mind?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“I… well… I want to return the favor… but I’m still scared of… I don’t know if I really want to…” Jack tooky ony on Will. He took Will’s hand and wrapped it on his already dripping cock and set the pace for Will to stroke.

“This is fine.” He cooed, kissing Will’s forehead and continuing to help the teen jerk him off. Will caught on and batted Jack’s hand away.

“I can do it.” He smiled, leaning down to do the same to Jack’s nipples as the older man had done to him. Jack had a similar reaction as the teen. Jack came incredibly quickly, not having been touched in so long. Will smiled satisfactorily as he heard the gravelly voice moan his name. He moved up to kiss his former captor and giggled slightly as Jack was unable to respond, still recovering from his orgasm.

“Guess I did well,” he laughed, snuggling up close to the old biker.

“Oh, I love you,” Jack gasped, wrapping his arms around Will and rolling them around the bed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He shouted as he placed quick kisses all over Will’s face. Will was laughing and clinging to his rambunctious lover, trying not to fall off the bed. Jack stopped when he was on top of Will and continued to lavish kisses on him. “I’m going to buy you new clothes… lots and lots of clothes… we have to create a new image for you anyway… I’m going to buy you everything!”

“Because of one hand job?” Will joked.

“Not just any hand job!” Jack shouted triumphantly, pushing himself up so he was hovering above the sexy teen. “The best hand job I’ve had in six months!” He stared down at Will and had to feel content. The boy was beautiful. His curls spread over the pillow, completely naked, and he was finally smiling.

“You’re so weird.” Will teased.

“I know… but it’s charming on me, no?” he said sexily, twitching his eyebrows and winking.

“Oh, yes… irresistible.” Will drawled, pulling the older man down for a kiss. “Thank you…” he whispered, against Jack’s lips.

“For what?”

“For…” he blushed, “everything… I guess. For saving me from Avery, from Gibbs, those men in the alley… yourself… for not killing me… for being gentle and not pressuring me… and for comforting me through one of my attacks… everything.”

“You mean that shower thing has happened before?” Jack asked, concerned. Will looked away, embarrassed.

“Lizzie was the only one who knew… she used to help me through them. We never told our-… /her/… father because, well, he was never really that understanding. He always treated me strangely…”

“How do you mean?”

“I don’t know… like he was trying to hide me… like he was ashamed. He never missed one of my soccer matches, though. But… he never let anyone near me… like he was jealous if anyone else hugged me. I think he wanted to keep me in a little glass display case so all the world would know what a nice guy he was for adopting a little orphan.”

“I’m sorry. Hey, what’s your real name… the one you had before you were adopted? You should start using it again.” Will gazed off sadly and sniffled slightly.

“Oh… my name was… Turner… Will Turner. Wow. I haven’t used it in so long it actually sounds funny… like it’s fake.”

“Turner?” Jack asked, perplexed. The name sounded so familiar to him, but he couldn’t place it. He shrugged it off. “We have to completely make you over… everyone knows who you are now. They’ll be looking for you.”

“That won’t be a problem… I don’t have an identity anymore anyway… I’ve been disowned.” Jack smiled sadly and played with Will’s shoulder-length curls.

“I’m afraid we’re going to have to cut these.” Will covered Jack’s fingers with his own and frowned.

“My hair? Why? It’s the only part of me I like!”

“It’s obvious. Everyone will notice you.”

“But I always kept it pulled back… no one will recognize me with it down.” Will insisted. “Please?”

“I’m sorry, but we have to.”

“Does it have to be /really/ short?” Will asked nervously, worrying his bottom lip.

“No… just enough to make it different. Come on… let’s do it now.” Jack pecked Will’s lips before he got up and slipped his boxers back on. He extended his hand to the teen and Will reluctantly took it. He kept the sheet wrapped around his waist, since his clothes were wet, and followed Jack to the bathroom.

“Here, sit up on the counter,” Jack instructed, helping Will onto the surface so he could get a better view to cut. “Hold still, and trust me… I pierced my own cock and nipples… I think I could cut your hair.” He fumbled in the drawers until he found the pair of scissors and a brush. He started brushing Will’s hair to get the tangles out.

“You’re not pierced.” Will mumbled confusedly. Jack paused, scissors in hand.

“Hmm, what? Oh! Yeah I know; I had to take them out… got terribly infected.” He held up the scissors again and grinned. “Shall we?” Will blanched and stared back, horrified.

“You’ve done this before, right?” he asked, concerned about the future of his pride and joy. Jack pursed his lips and shrugged.

“Um… sure! Now hold still.”

“Oh, man…” Will moaned and squeezed his eyes shut. He heard the snipping and whimpered, biting his lip in apprehension. Jack was humming to himself and almost started dancing to his own melody.

“All done! Have a look.” Will cracked open one eye and looked at Jack skeptically. He ran a hand through his hair and noticed it didn’t take quite as long. He turned and looked at his hair. It came to below his ear, to his chin.

“Not too bad… but it’s so much shorter…”

“Your hair doesn’t make you who you are, you do.” Will sighed and gave a half smile. Jack was right, but it still felt strange. For some reason it made him feel like a completely different person.

“So now what?”

“We leave. We have to get out of Port Royal before they close down the roads.”

“But what about Lizzie?” Will asked worriedly. “I don’t want to leave her here.”

“I’m sure she can take care of herself, luv. Now come on, I’ve got more clothes for you. Old Gilbert is quite generous. Plus, when I was picking up stuff for the club, I got a little carried away picturing you in all the clothes… I never was good with money… probably why I have none, eh?” He laughed, but Will didn’t join him. The boy had a very sad look on his face.

“I know this is tough on you, but that’s how life on the road is.” He patted Will’s shoulders and kissed the top of his curly head. “Well come on now… we’ve got to get moving. Better shower again… it may be a while before you get another.” He heard Will groan in disgust and chuckled. “Just come out when you’re ready.”

“'Kay,” Will mumbled, turning on the shower and adjusting the temperature. Jack left the teen to his privacy. Will got in and wet his hair before going through the motions of a normal shower. It was strange. It was the same as any other shower, but when he came out he would be a completely new person with a completely new life.

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In a quiet room on the fifth floor of Port Royal Memorial Hospital, Elizabeth Swann lay in her bed. It was late at night and only a few nurses were still on staff, roaming the halls checking vitals and the like. Her slight frame began to stir and moan. Her eyelids fluttered until she finally slowly opened them.

‘Where am I?’ she thought, groggy and confused. The last thing she remembered was Will being kidnapped. She looked around the room, observing the white walls and the monitors she was hooked up to. ‘Why am I in the hospital? I should be looking for Will… Wait… Barbossa! That motherfucker pushed me down the stairs!’

“I’ll kill him!” she barked into the darkness of her room. She jerked up in her bed and whipped the covers off. “Whooooa…” she groaned, slowing her movements and holding her head. She must have had a concussion or something. “Don’t do that no more…” she mumbled regretfully, holding her stomach as the nausea hit her.

She was wearing only a hospital gown and suddenly felt extremely exposed. ‘Where are my clothes?!’ She blushed and wrapped the sheet around herself. She searched the room again and found a small bag in the corner. ‘Just like dad to forget to take my clothes home—well, this time it suits my purposes.’

She hopped off the mattress and picked up the bag to confirm that it was in fact her clothes. She dressed as quickly as she could considering her state of health. Poking
her head out of her private room, she found the hall empty.

‘Perfect.’ She quietly crept down the long hallway, not moving quickly enough to draw attention. She let her hair fall in her face to help hide the bandage on her forehead and she tried not to stumble. By the time she made it to the elevator she was already woozy, but she refused to give up. Will out out there somewhere and he needed help!

“I’m coming, big brother… I’ll find you, no matter what. I will find you.” She vowed as the elevator doors opened and the lobby appeared before her. “Freedom awaits us.” She walked quickly through the lobby and out the front doors.

Tbc….

See! I told y’all I wouldn’t forget her! She’s so great. I had to rewrite the last half of this a couple times because I lost parts of it… argh. I’m getting hexed by the Internet Gods… but - the man I hate didn’t get elected to town council!! Hahahahahahaha!!! I’d like to think I had a personal part in that! Muwahahahahhaa!