Leave Me Lying Here
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
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Adult +
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41
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27,567
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Title: Leave Me Lying Here (15/?) 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….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 and Mike
Feedback: "It’s like my dick, without it I’m nothing!!"~ quote from one of my male friends. I don’t actually have a peepee.
Summary: Jack once again treats Will like his personal Barbie and Ana Maria and Elizabeth finally meet! Yay! Hooray for femslash!
Author’s Notes: I broke my drawer… oh shit.
Author’s Notes 2: *~*~*~* denotes scene change or passage of time and “speech” ‘thoughts’.
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“Where on God’s green earth did you find these depraved clothes?” Will asked in disgust, looking at the outfit Jack had laid out for him. “These can’t possibly be comfortable.” He held up a pair of vinyl pants with zippers on the outer leg seams and cringed.
“Not everything in life is about comfort, precious--- just put them on! You’ll look really hot.” Jack was practically drooling at the mental image of the sexy teen in the skimpy pants. Will frowned and raised an eyebrow at Jack. He slowly put the pants back down and crossed his arms over his chest.
“I want my school pants back.” He glared at Jack with what he thought was a stern gaze, but to Jack it looked like a little kid trying to be tough.
“Aw, you’re so cute when you’re angry,” Jack cooed, pinching Will’s cheeks. Said adolescent was furious and batted the biker’s hands away.
“Stop that! Why are you so weird all the time?” he asked exasperatedly. “Ierioerious, I want my school pants. Those other pants will give me a major wedgie.”
“That’s the point. I want to see your ass wrapped in plastic and swiveling when you walk.” Jack waggled his eyebrows and smiled devilishly. Will scrunched his face up in disgust and glared at him.
“You’re gross---I hate you,” he whined, and plunked back downthe the mattress, wearing only a towel. Jack frowned and sat next to the youth.
“Now don’t be so moody. I’m just having a bit of fun with you, precious. Don’t take everything so seriously. You really need to lighten up. Life is just a big corny joke and if you try to make sense of it, you’ll only end up with a headache and an ulcer.” Jack spoke with the authority of a great philosopher and Will had half a mind to believe him, but then his common sense came in and bitch-slapped him hardcore.
“Thank you very much. I’ll add that to my little book of biker Zen.” Will snapped. Jack observed him with a mischievous smile crossing his features.
“Okay, how about this…” he cleared his throat, “life is like a box of chocolates…” Will threw up his hands and grumbled loudly.
“Oh my /God/! What the hell is wrong with you?! I can’t believe the man I’m depending on to support me is quoting Tom Hanks playing a retard with the last name Gump!” Will shouted as he paced around the room and pulled on his hair.
“You know, they prefer to be called ‘mentally challenged’. That was awfully un-p.c. of you,” Jack quipped, knowing it would drive Will insane. Will stopped his mad pacing and looked at Jack with pure agitation.
“You know, I think you’re developing a twitch… it’s sexy.” Jack teased as he watched Will’s right eye twitch and the youthful body jerk with rage.
“You’re absolutely maddening!” Will shriekJackJack laughed and leaned back on his elbows.
“And you’re naked,” he said calmly,kingking Will up and down. Will looked at him, confused, until the sudden draft on his bottom became /very/ apparent to him. In his ramblings about Jack’s infuriating actions he hadn’t realized his towel had fallen. He turned bright red and immediately scrunched into a ball on the floor, grabbing the towel faster than lightning.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!” he shouted, his voice full of embarrassment and anguish. Jack shrugged.
“Was rather enjoying the show.” Will had tears of shame in his eyes and he started sniffling. Jack sighed at the sight. “Aww, come now, don’t cry, precious. You’ve nothing to be embarrassed about. Plus, I’ve already seen it anyway, and I hope to see you naked again,” he said softly, sliding off the end of the mattress and kneeling in front of the mortified teen.
“That was different. I wasn’t trying to make a serious point only to make a serious ass out of myself,” Will mumbled, wiping at his eyes. His cheeks were still bright red. Jack pursed his lips as if he fully understood Will’s thoughts.
“Well, I think you have a very nice ass… whatever kind it is.” He smiled and felt his heart warm as Will laughed too. Jack leaned in and gave Will an affectionate kiss on the lips, feeling a swell of joy as Will kissed back. When they separated they rested their foreheads against one another and sat in comfortable silence.
“….can I have my school pants back now?” Will asked softly. “Please?” Jack had to admire the kid’s persistence.
“Oh, all right, you can have the bloody school pants,” he drawled. “Though I must say, they don’t do your arse one bit of justice.” They both chuckled and Jack kissed him once again. “I’m never going to get sick of that,” he whispered after they parted. Will didn’t reply, just wrapped the towel back around his waist and headed into the bathroom to change.
“Heh… kids….” Jack laughed cynically, shaking his head and packing up his things. They had a long road ahead of them.
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Elizabeth stumbled down the busy streets around the hospital. Unfortunately, like most hospitals, Mortensen Memorial Hospital (1) was in the bad section of Port Royal. Most of the passersby just ignored her, either cursing when she bumped into them or just completely ignoring her.
‘I must look like a rich brat looking for a fix,’ she thought cynically in her dazed state. She still had a slight concussion and couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten. She was also getting very cold. ‘I’m too young for a hotel,'(2) she thought, ‘but I’m so cold… I need someplace warm. Just to sit for a while—till the dizziness stops.’
She looked up and found herself outside a club. The loud music didn’t sound very appealing to her throbbing head, but she could tell by the sweaty people exiting that it was warm inside. The bouncer didn’t seem to care about age either.
‘Club Second Skin? Freaky…’ she mused, half nauseous. The music wasn’t so bad and the people coming out were wearing the clothes she’d always wanted to buy, but was never allowed.
“It doesn’t look respectable when the governor’s daughter goes walking around in fishnets and vinyl, Elizabeth.”
She laughed off-handedly at her father’s words. The man she’d respected for so many years was nothing but an image seeking sociopath. She could remember the days when she was proud to be the governor’s daughter. She never expected him to be perfect, but what he had done to Will was unforgivable.
“Fuck. I don’t care!” She stumbled up to the bouncer, her eyes glassy and her clothes disheveled from her rapid dressing. He took one look at her youthful beauty and sent her right on in, completely naïve of the danger inside. “Whoa…” she gasped flatly. She’d never seen such a big ad for fetish gear in her life.
Most of the people ignored her, too wrapped up in their own worlds. However, there were a few very predatory sets of eyes that immediately focused in on her. She stuck out like a white hair on a black vest, a beacon of innocence in a sea of corrup and and apathy. Unaware of her danger, Elizabeth looked for a quiet corner in which to crash.
“First time?” A deceptively friendly voiskedsked. She tu to to find a slim, bald man in his thirties. He had multiple tattoos that were accentuated by his sheer black shirt. Hs ras rather handsome, for a skinhead, and had a neatly trimmed goatee. Elizabeth found him rather attractive in her concussed state.
“Yeah… I was just looking for someplace warm.” She explained, stumbling forward as a master and pet ran past her. She was caught by the mysterious stranger.
“Careful there, don’t want to get trampled.” He smiled and laughed a little. “Come to my table. It’s quiet there. I’d like to get to know you,” he said sweetly, wrapping his arm around her waist and starting to lead her away.
“No. I don’t mean to be rude, but I’d rather stay in a more ced aed area.” She explained. Even in her drowsy state she could still smell a rat… especially after Avery. “If you want to talk, then I suggest we do it at the bar.” His smile fell and he twitched.
“Very well,” he said aloofly. “To the bar.” He led her over and they took two stools on the edge. “What’s your pleasure?” he asked coyly, waggling his eyebrows. Elizabeth felt her stomach lurch and she grimaced.
“Just water. I think alcohol would kill me right now,” she droned. ‘Oh, why did I say that?’ she moaned in her head. He seemed upset with her cho but but delivered the order to the bartender. Elizabeth’s head started pounding more and she felt her vision blur slightly. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion ahe che couldn’t even concentrate on the annoying questions her ‘suitor’ was asking her.
“Wha?” she asked, sounding stoned out of her gourd. He laughed and placed his hand on her knee.
“I wanted to know what the kinkiest thing you’ve done in bed is?” He leaned in and pushed their stools closer. “Have you ever been tied up and bent over a chair? Or worn spike heals and walked on a man’s back? I’d love to see you bound, gagged, helpless, and at my mercy.” He grabbed her hair and forced her head to the side, catching her completely off-guard.
“Get off me!” She screamed, kicking and punching wildly. He bit her neck, making her scream more. “Stop!” He started to fondle her, causing her to truly panic. She found her voice failing her and continued her weak struggles. Why was no one helping her? She felt tears burn in her eyes and her heart race.
“Hey! The lady said stop!” An angry voice growled from her right. Suddenly the offending hands were gone and her attacker was being pulled off her by… a girl?
“It was a role playing game! Mind your own damn business you fucking bitch!” He answered back. Elizabeth could have sworn she saw fire shoot out of the young woman’s eyes. She punched him square on the nose, obviously breaking it, before kneeing his groin and elbowing him on the back when he went down. He fell to the floor in a groaning heap.
“The gene pool thanks me,” she snarled, spitting on him. “Are you okay?” she asked Elizabeth, her voice turning softer. Liz sniffled and nodded, still feeling herself tremble. “What on earth is a little thing like you doing in a place like this?”
“I just wanted to warm up. I’m looking for my brother and I just got out of the hospital and I don’t know where he is!” She started to cry openly, not able to control her emotions with the concussion (3).
“Calm down. If the people here see you crying you’ll attract even more perverts.” Her rescuer scolded.
“I’m sorryyyyy…” Elizabeth squeaked in a high-pitched sort of sigh. The woman noticed the bandage on Elizabeth’s forehead and felt a wave of sympathy wash over her.
‘I’m going to regret this when the whiskey wears off,’ she thought bitterly. “Don’t cry, sweetie. Come on, I’ll take care of you.” She helped Elizabeth off the stool and started to lead her out of the club. “Hey, what’s your name anyway?”
“Elizabeth… my friends call me Liz, and my brother calls me Lizzie.” She leaned heavily on Ana, fighting to stay conscious.
“I’m Ana Maria… I don’t have any friends, but the blokes I don’t hate call me Ana.” Liz smiled and rested her head on Ana’s shoulder as they made their way out the door.
“Why are you helping me?” Liz asked skeptically. “Do you want money?” Ana laughed and shook her head. She had to respect the suspicious behavior.
“No. I just seem to be in a rather generous mood lately, plus, I always felt we women have to stick together, eh? Certainly can’t wait around for Prince Valiant to come around and save us, now can we?” She took Elizabeth’s cynical laugh as a ‘yes’.
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Jack was pacing outside the bathroom, checking his watch and getting rather annoyed. Will seemed to take literally /forever/ to get ready. Jack mentally cursed the spoiled life the kid must have led. He doubted Will ever had to rush before in his life.
“Did you die or are you constipated? Hurry it up; those roads won’t stay open forever!” Houteouted, banging on the door.
Will opened the door and glared at him. He was wearing the tight black tank top Jack had insisted he wear, with the sub collar and wristbands along with his school pants. Jack had made him wear the same blasted boots from the club again, which made Will two inches taller and caused him to feel even more like a spectacle. The tank top also stopped just above the pants, leaving a small sliver of milky white skin exposed for all to see.
“I think this is too small,” Will said innocently. He pulled on the shirt and frowned as it only popped right back in place. “I look like a prostitute,” he whined softly, wrapping his arms around his body and staring at the floor. Jack smiled evilly and ignored the comment. He knew how that shirt would fit.
“No, you don’t, you’re not even wearing the makeup yet.” Jack ‘comforted, grabbing Will’s arm and moving him to the bed. He took out his eyeliner pencil and started for Will’s eye.
“You’re not going near my eye with that!” Will shouted, batting Jack’s hand away. “You’re lucky I let you cut my hair.”
“You have to wear it. It will help disguise you… yeah… /disguise/.” Jack smiled laughing at Will’s expression. “Don’t be so dramatic. If you want you can put it on yourself, but I’m quite good at it. I do my own everyday.” Will sighed and nodded. Why fight it? Jack was like a force of nature.
“Fine… just don’t blind me.”
“That’s the spirit!” Jack chimed. He once again raised his pencil and moved to the teen. “Look up.” Will complied. “Look down.” Will complied again. “Do a jig.” Jack said in the same tone. Will actually started to do it, but caught himself.
“You ass.” J.” Jack laughed at Will’s embarrassment and shrugged.
“Just wanted to see if you’d do it.” He stopped and looked at his handiwork. “Wow. You’re hot.” Will blushed and pulled at the shirt.
“If you say so.” Jack kissed Will’s forehead and hugged him close. “What’s with you?” Will asked confused. Jack cleared his throat and pulled away.
“I don’t know. You make me weird.” Jack replied, shrugging. “Must be your net worth.” He joked, and Will actually laughed with him. “Come on. I want to get on the road and as far away from here as possible.”
“O-okay,” Will mumbled nervously. He’d never been outside of Port Royal in his entire life, and he was hesitant to part with everything he’d ever known loveloved.
“Something wrong?” Jack asked. Will shrugged and headed for the door.
“Let’s just get this over with,” he said softly. “If we linger any longer you may have to handcuff and gag me again to get me to leave.” He meant it as a joke, but poor sweet, innocent Will didn’t realize the kind of wicked images that could conjure in the mind of a horny biker. He stood there staring blankly at the adolescent until Will cleared his throat. Jack blinked and nodded slightly.
“Uh huh.”
Tbc…..
(1) Mortensen Memorial Hospital: I made it up. If there is one, I don’t know about it. I know there’s a Mortensen Hall at the Bushnell Theater near where I live and I always think of Viggo when I see it. I’d like to think he donated it… I have no idea if it’s true, but we all need our little delusions right?
(2) ‘I’m too young for a hotel,’ In my little part of the world you have to be at least 18 to get a hotel room alone, sometimes even 21, so that’s what that was all about.
(3) I didn’t actually do any medical research on this, but I’ve heard that concussions can cause your emotions to go wacky. Maybe it’s only if they’re very serious concussions, I don’t know. But I know when my sister had one she got even more weepy/whiny than usual… never thought it was possible until she did it either! So if it’s not true, then humor me and pretend it is!
Hello all,
Just wanted to say thank you to those of you that tracked men ann and expressed concern. I apologize for the delay. Shit happens what can I say. I thought about posting a message but I didn't want to tease y'all. If you know my blurty journal address you can usually find out what's going on. My user name is lostmarbles. Once again, I'm sorry and I hope you all have a nice weekend.
Oh yeah.... no, I won't post two chapters this week because I missed one. Although I do admire your oportunistic thts..ts... person after my own heart. ^_~
~lydia~
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….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 and Mike
Feedback: "It’s like my dick, without it I’m nothing!!"~ quote from one of my male friends. I don’t actually have a peepee.
Summary: Jack once again treats Will like his personal Barbie and Ana Maria and Elizabeth finally meet! Yay! Hooray for femslash!
Author’s Notes: I broke my drawer… oh shit.
Author’s Notes 2: *~*~*~* denotes scene change or passage of time and “speech” ‘thoughts’.
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“Where on God’s green earth did you find these depraved clothes?” Will asked in disgust, looking at the outfit Jack had laid out for him. “These can’t possibly be comfortable.” He held up a pair of vinyl pants with zippers on the outer leg seams and cringed.
“Not everything in life is about comfort, precious--- just put them on! You’ll look really hot.” Jack was practically drooling at the mental image of the sexy teen in the skimpy pants. Will frowned and raised an eyebrow at Jack. He slowly put the pants back down and crossed his arms over his chest.
“I want my school pants back.” He glared at Jack with what he thought was a stern gaze, but to Jack it looked like a little kid trying to be tough.
“Aw, you’re so cute when you’re angry,” Jack cooed, pinching Will’s cheeks. Said adolescent was furious and batted the biker’s hands away.
“Stop that! Why are you so weird all the time?” he asked exasperatedly. “Ierioerious, I want my school pants. Those other pants will give me a major wedgie.”
“That’s the point. I want to see your ass wrapped in plastic and swiveling when you walk.” Jack waggled his eyebrows and smiled devilishly. Will scrunched his face up in disgust and glared at him.
“You’re gross---I hate you,” he whined, and plunked back downthe the mattress, wearing only a towel. Jack frowned and sat next to the youth.
“Now don’t be so moody. I’m just having a bit of fun with you, precious. Don’t take everything so seriously. You really need to lighten up. Life is just a big corny joke and if you try to make sense of it, you’ll only end up with a headache and an ulcer.” Jack spoke with the authority of a great philosopher and Will had half a mind to believe him, but then his common sense came in and bitch-slapped him hardcore.
“Thank you very much. I’ll add that to my little book of biker Zen.” Will snapped. Jack observed him with a mischievous smile crossing his features.
“Okay, how about this…” he cleared his throat, “life is like a box of chocolates…” Will threw up his hands and grumbled loudly.
“Oh my /God/! What the hell is wrong with you?! I can’t believe the man I’m depending on to support me is quoting Tom Hanks playing a retard with the last name Gump!” Will shouted as he paced around the room and pulled on his hair.
“You know, they prefer to be called ‘mentally challenged’. That was awfully un-p.c. of you,” Jack quipped, knowing it would drive Will insane. Will stopped his mad pacing and looked at Jack with pure agitation.
“You know, I think you’re developing a twitch… it’s sexy.” Jack teased as he watched Will’s right eye twitch and the youthful body jerk with rage.
“You’re absolutely maddening!” Will shriekJackJack laughed and leaned back on his elbows.
“And you’re naked,” he said calmly,kingking Will up and down. Will looked at him, confused, until the sudden draft on his bottom became /very/ apparent to him. In his ramblings about Jack’s infuriating actions he hadn’t realized his towel had fallen. He turned bright red and immediately scrunched into a ball on the floor, grabbing the towel faster than lightning.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?!” he shouted, his voice full of embarrassment and anguish. Jack shrugged.
“Was rather enjoying the show.” Will had tears of shame in his eyes and he started sniffling. Jack sighed at the sight. “Aww, come now, don’t cry, precious. You’ve nothing to be embarrassed about. Plus, I’ve already seen it anyway, and I hope to see you naked again,” he said softly, sliding off the end of the mattress and kneeling in front of the mortified teen.
“That was different. I wasn’t trying to make a serious point only to make a serious ass out of myself,” Will mumbled, wiping at his eyes. His cheeks were still bright red. Jack pursed his lips as if he fully understood Will’s thoughts.
“Well, I think you have a very nice ass… whatever kind it is.” He smiled and felt his heart warm as Will laughed too. Jack leaned in and gave Will an affectionate kiss on the lips, feeling a swell of joy as Will kissed back. When they separated they rested their foreheads against one another and sat in comfortable silence.
“….can I have my school pants back now?” Will asked softly. “Please?” Jack had to admire the kid’s persistence.
“Oh, all right, you can have the bloody school pants,” he drawled. “Though I must say, they don’t do your arse one bit of justice.” They both chuckled and Jack kissed him once again. “I’m never going to get sick of that,” he whispered after they parted. Will didn’t reply, just wrapped the towel back around his waist and headed into the bathroom to change.
“Heh… kids….” Jack laughed cynically, shaking his head and packing up his things. They had a long road ahead of them.
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Elizabeth stumbled down the busy streets around the hospital. Unfortunately, like most hospitals, Mortensen Memorial Hospital (1) was in the bad section of Port Royal. Most of the passersby just ignored her, either cursing when she bumped into them or just completely ignoring her.
‘I must look like a rich brat looking for a fix,’ she thought cynically in her dazed state. She still had a slight concussion and couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten. She was also getting very cold. ‘I’m too young for a hotel,'(2) she thought, ‘but I’m so cold… I need someplace warm. Just to sit for a while—till the dizziness stops.’
She looked up and found herself outside a club. The loud music didn’t sound very appealing to her throbbing head, but she could tell by the sweaty people exiting that it was warm inside. The bouncer didn’t seem to care about age either.
‘Club Second Skin? Freaky…’ she mused, half nauseous. The music wasn’t so bad and the people coming out were wearing the clothes she’d always wanted to buy, but was never allowed.
“It doesn’t look respectable when the governor’s daughter goes walking around in fishnets and vinyl, Elizabeth.”
She laughed off-handedly at her father’s words. The man she’d respected for so many years was nothing but an image seeking sociopath. She could remember the days when she was proud to be the governor’s daughter. She never expected him to be perfect, but what he had done to Will was unforgivable.
“Fuck. I don’t care!” She stumbled up to the bouncer, her eyes glassy and her clothes disheveled from her rapid dressing. He took one look at her youthful beauty and sent her right on in, completely naïve of the danger inside. “Whoa…” she gasped flatly. She’d never seen such a big ad for fetish gear in her life.
Most of the people ignored her, too wrapped up in their own worlds. However, there were a few very predatory sets of eyes that immediately focused in on her. She stuck out like a white hair on a black vest, a beacon of innocence in a sea of corrup and and apathy. Unaware of her danger, Elizabeth looked for a quiet corner in which to crash.
“First time?” A deceptively friendly voiskedsked. She tu to to find a slim, bald man in his thirties. He had multiple tattoos that were accentuated by his sheer black shirt. Hs ras rather handsome, for a skinhead, and had a neatly trimmed goatee. Elizabeth found him rather attractive in her concussed state.
“Yeah… I was just looking for someplace warm.” She explained, stumbling forward as a master and pet ran past her. She was caught by the mysterious stranger.
“Careful there, don’t want to get trampled.” He smiled and laughed a little. “Come to my table. It’s quiet there. I’d like to get to know you,” he said sweetly, wrapping his arm around her waist and starting to lead her away.
“No. I don’t mean to be rude, but I’d rather stay in a more ced aed area.” She explained. Even in her drowsy state she could still smell a rat… especially after Avery. “If you want to talk, then I suggest we do it at the bar.” His smile fell and he twitched.
“Very well,” he said aloofly. “To the bar.” He led her over and they took two stools on the edge. “What’s your pleasure?” he asked coyly, waggling his eyebrows. Elizabeth felt her stomach lurch and she grimaced.
“Just water. I think alcohol would kill me right now,” she droned. ‘Oh, why did I say that?’ she moaned in her head. He seemed upset with her cho but but delivered the order to the bartender. Elizabeth’s head started pounding more and she felt her vision blur slightly. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion ahe che couldn’t even concentrate on the annoying questions her ‘suitor’ was asking her.
“Wha?” she asked, sounding stoned out of her gourd. He laughed and placed his hand on her knee.
“I wanted to know what the kinkiest thing you’ve done in bed is?” He leaned in and pushed their stools closer. “Have you ever been tied up and bent over a chair? Or worn spike heals and walked on a man’s back? I’d love to see you bound, gagged, helpless, and at my mercy.” He grabbed her hair and forced her head to the side, catching her completely off-guard.
“Get off me!” She screamed, kicking and punching wildly. He bit her neck, making her scream more. “Stop!” He started to fondle her, causing her to truly panic. She found her voice failing her and continued her weak struggles. Why was no one helping her? She felt tears burn in her eyes and her heart race.
“Hey! The lady said stop!” An angry voice growled from her right. Suddenly the offending hands were gone and her attacker was being pulled off her by… a girl?
“It was a role playing game! Mind your own damn business you fucking bitch!” He answered back. Elizabeth could have sworn she saw fire shoot out of the young woman’s eyes. She punched him square on the nose, obviously breaking it, before kneeing his groin and elbowing him on the back when he went down. He fell to the floor in a groaning heap.
“The gene pool thanks me,” she snarled, spitting on him. “Are you okay?” she asked Elizabeth, her voice turning softer. Liz sniffled and nodded, still feeling herself tremble. “What on earth is a little thing like you doing in a place like this?”
“I just wanted to warm up. I’m looking for my brother and I just got out of the hospital and I don’t know where he is!” She started to cry openly, not able to control her emotions with the concussion (3).
“Calm down. If the people here see you crying you’ll attract even more perverts.” Her rescuer scolded.
“I’m sorryyyyy…” Elizabeth squeaked in a high-pitched sort of sigh. The woman noticed the bandage on Elizabeth’s forehead and felt a wave of sympathy wash over her.
‘I’m going to regret this when the whiskey wears off,’ she thought bitterly. “Don’t cry, sweetie. Come on, I’ll take care of you.” She helped Elizabeth off the stool and started to lead her out of the club. “Hey, what’s your name anyway?”
“Elizabeth… my friends call me Liz, and my brother calls me Lizzie.” She leaned heavily on Ana, fighting to stay conscious.
“I’m Ana Maria… I don’t have any friends, but the blokes I don’t hate call me Ana.” Liz smiled and rested her head on Ana’s shoulder as they made their way out the door.
“Why are you helping me?” Liz asked skeptically. “Do you want money?” Ana laughed and shook her head. She had to respect the suspicious behavior.
“No. I just seem to be in a rather generous mood lately, plus, I always felt we women have to stick together, eh? Certainly can’t wait around for Prince Valiant to come around and save us, now can we?” She took Elizabeth’s cynical laugh as a ‘yes’.
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Jack was pacing outside the bathroom, checking his watch and getting rather annoyed. Will seemed to take literally /forever/ to get ready. Jack mentally cursed the spoiled life the kid must have led. He doubted Will ever had to rush before in his life.
“Did you die or are you constipated? Hurry it up; those roads won’t stay open forever!” Houteouted, banging on the door.
Will opened the door and glared at him. He was wearing the tight black tank top Jack had insisted he wear, with the sub collar and wristbands along with his school pants. Jack had made him wear the same blasted boots from the club again, which made Will two inches taller and caused him to feel even more like a spectacle. The tank top also stopped just above the pants, leaving a small sliver of milky white skin exposed for all to see.
“I think this is too small,” Will said innocently. He pulled on the shirt and frowned as it only popped right back in place. “I look like a prostitute,” he whined softly, wrapping his arms around his body and staring at the floor. Jack smiled evilly and ignored the comment. He knew how that shirt would fit.
“No, you don’t, you’re not even wearing the makeup yet.” Jack ‘comforted, grabbing Will’s arm and moving him to the bed. He took out his eyeliner pencil and started for Will’s eye.
“You’re not going near my eye with that!” Will shouted, batting Jack’s hand away. “You’re lucky I let you cut my hair.”
“You have to wear it. It will help disguise you… yeah… /disguise/.” Jack smiled laughing at Will’s expression. “Don’t be so dramatic. If you want you can put it on yourself, but I’m quite good at it. I do my own everyday.” Will sighed and nodded. Why fight it? Jack was like a force of nature.
“Fine… just don’t blind me.”
“That’s the spirit!” Jack chimed. He once again raised his pencil and moved to the teen. “Look up.” Will complied. “Look down.” Will complied again. “Do a jig.” Jack said in the same tone. Will actually started to do it, but caught himself.
“You ass.” J.” Jack laughed at Will’s embarrassment and shrugged.
“Just wanted to see if you’d do it.” He stopped and looked at his handiwork. “Wow. You’re hot.” Will blushed and pulled at the shirt.
“If you say so.” Jack kissed Will’s forehead and hugged him close. “What’s with you?” Will asked confused. Jack cleared his throat and pulled away.
“I don’t know. You make me weird.” Jack replied, shrugging. “Must be your net worth.” He joked, and Will actually laughed with him. “Come on. I want to get on the road and as far away from here as possible.”
“O-okay,” Will mumbled nervously. He’d never been outside of Port Royal in his entire life, and he was hesitant to part with everything he’d ever known loveloved.
“Something wrong?” Jack asked. Will shrugged and headed for the door.
“Let’s just get this over with,” he said softly. “If we linger any longer you may have to handcuff and gag me again to get me to leave.” He meant it as a joke, but poor sweet, innocent Will didn’t realize the kind of wicked images that could conjure in the mind of a horny biker. He stood there staring blankly at the adolescent until Will cleared his throat. Jack blinked and nodded slightly.
“Uh huh.”
Tbc…..
(1) Mortensen Memorial Hospital: I made it up. If there is one, I don’t know about it. I know there’s a Mortensen Hall at the Bushnell Theater near where I live and I always think of Viggo when I see it. I’d like to think he donated it… I have no idea if it’s true, but we all need our little delusions right?
(2) ‘I’m too young for a hotel,’ In my little part of the world you have to be at least 18 to get a hotel room alone, sometimes even 21, so that’s what that was all about.
(3) I didn’t actually do any medical research on this, but I’ve heard that concussions can cause your emotions to go wacky. Maybe it’s only if they’re very serious concussions, I don’t know. But I know when my sister had one she got even more weepy/whiny than usual… never thought it was possible until she did it either! So if it’s not true, then humor me and pretend it is!
Hello all,
Just wanted to say thank you to those of you that tracked men ann and expressed concern. I apologize for the delay. Shit happens what can I say. I thought about posting a message but I didn't want to tease y'all. If you know my blurty journal address you can usually find out what's going on. My user name is lostmarbles. Once again, I'm sorry and I hope you all have a nice weekend.
Oh yeah.... no, I won't post two chapters this week because I missed one. Although I do admire your oportunistic thts..ts... person after my own heart. ^_~
~lydia~