Once More, Again And Maybe

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Once More, Again, And Maybe
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Notes: My stress-o-meter is ringing off the scale. Need... to... de-stress... *rolls over and dies* If you would like to contribute to me being less stressed, kindly donate to the reviews. ^_^;; I'm running a fever too... so excuse the garbled ending.

WARNING: This has minor spelling errors and grammatical nudity.

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The journey had been calm so far, the storm season in the Caribbean just a couple of months behind them. Passage to Tortuga would prove to be smooth and uneventful, Jack concluded, but it paid to be watchful. There were only a few hours away, and there would be pirates in the water, friendly or no. He laid the pipe aside and exhaled the smoke slowly; better to take longer drags and make the thing last longer.

The blue-grey wisps drifted upwards and hung there in ghostly whorls. He shut his eyes, attempting to coax back an image of Bill. It seemed his memory was getting worse of late, since he could hardly remember what he looked like until recently. He had been reminded by one who looked so like him, that it took his breath away.

He brought the pipe up for another pull but it was stopped by a firm hand. He cracked open one eye in annoyance and received a cold shock. Bill was there, dressed as always in uniform of the royal navy-- short blue coat, an impressive leather belt complete with fine cutlass and silky white stockings. He had skipped the wig, as usual, but he remembered when the short laugh when he had tried it on after they had first stolen a naval vessel.

"Well, what do you think?"

The voice snapped him back to reality. Bill's voice never sounded that gentle, for it had been beaten into a hard and sharp quip after years of tempering at sea. This was a voice groomed to a gentlemanly finish by society.

"Positively dapper," he replied snarkily, "Been raiding the supplies, have you?"

Will strolled to the side; hands behind his back, with a thoughtful look on his face. "It's a pity I'll never get to wear this as a true officer."

"Pah, the satisfaction of being a dog for the Queen. I'll wager my right arm it's not half of what you think it is."

"And why not? I'd have honor and adventure."

"From one lady in particular, I'd assume. There's not a bit of admiration you can't buy with a shilling in your palm."

"I hardly think that's the kind of company I want," Will retorted.

"Oh? And suppose you do by chance manage to save the young Miss Swann, get pardon from the guv'nor and then somehow insinuate yourself into the ranks of the royal navy. You don't t peo people would be whoring themselves just to know you? I've seen it all before, luv. It's just one huge popularity contest. Mind you, pirates do it too."

The boy raised his eyebrows. Then with a flick of his wrist swept the ridiculous three-pointed hat off his head and over the gunwale. He watched it float for a while before turning back to Jack, who was looking at him with an equally thoughtful expression.

"I suppose you're right. The governor will probably want to hang me when I get back to Port Royal. I said I'd die for her, and it appears that I will."

"Not if I can help it, " Jack muttered.

"What did you say?"

"I said, 'you can't quite help it'."

"Ah."

Will returned to Jack's side and leaned against the main mast. "May I try that?"

"What? This?" Jack held up the pipe.

"Well, yes."

"Hold on a moment," Jack took another quick pull and gestured for Will to come closer. As the lad moved to take the it, Jack snatched his wrist and pulled him closer so that their lips locked in wet kiss flavored bitter and sweet.

Will gasped and broke away. "What was that?!"

"Thought it might be a bit strong for you since you've never had any before."

"But--but--" he floundered, then sat down abruptly.

"Better to take it by proxy the first time round, you know, " Jack continued, despite knowing that such was utter nonsense. To kiss those lips again lifted him higher than any drug could.

"Oh... I. Hm." Will touched his lips, as if slightly amazed at his next question, "Might I have some more?"

"Ah? And what about the dear Miss Swann? What would she think if she saw us?"

"I.. don't know. I don't want to think about that right now. Another. Please?"

"Addicted to the stuff already?," A short chuckle.

"Maybe. Yes. I'm--"

"Addicted to me. Now close your eyes."

Will did as he was told, then felt a puff of smoke caress his face, then the sweep of a nimble tongue across the plumpness of his lower lip. He opened his mouth and allowed Jack to kiss him again, slowly feeling the thrill of another's tongue delving into the warm, moist cavern. The pipe clattered to the deck, forgotten as Jack brought his hands up to massage Will's temples.

"Did you know?" Jack whispered into the corner of his mouth, "That someone like you would only be wasted on someone as unreachable as Elizabeth Swann?"

"N-No..."

"Did you know there's one person you truly deserve? That you have a right to me, like I have a right to you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I won't let someone steal treasure from me again." He kissed his way lower, to his neck, tearing aside the silk ruff hastily.

"Jack?!"

"Here.. don't call me that now. That's not even my real name," He said, stroking his knuckles across Will's cheek. "I never had the chance to tell him my real name. He was screaming 'Jack' till the last I saw him."

"Who?" Will demanded.

"Never mind who."

"I want to know."

"Excuse my slip of tongue," Jack muttered, rolling to his side. "Had to spoil the mood, didn't cha?"

Will watched him carefully now, "Was it my father?"

"Sharp little thing, aren't you? Yes, it was," he snapped.

Something told Will that there had to be more. He pressed further, not caring if Jack's temper would break like rigging in a fierce storm. "What happened?"

"Trust me, you wouldn't want to know."

"But I do."

Jack faced him quietly, a strange, raw look on his face. Barely above a whisper, he said, "I believe that Barbossa had him walk the plank, further from shore than me, weighted down like bait. Perhaps because he wouldn't be his slave, but I know the bloody bastard tried to make him. Stupid boy. Always too faithful to me."

Will's dark eyes widened, and he touched Jack's chin tenderly. "What is your name?"

Jack blinked, then rubbed his eye gruffly, smearing the carefully applied kohl. "Spenlow. Jonathon."

"I see. Alright Captain Spenlow," Will stood and proceeded to resolutely strip himself down to nothing. A chilly breeze struck his body, pale from being constantly in the dark of the smithy's. "You do have a right to me."

"Aye, that I do." Jack pressed himself against the quivering boy, whose arousal was not dampened by the coldness of the night. A quick undressing was called for, and he didn't bother with his shirt or vest-his own need was as great. As soon as he had rid himself of his sash and pants, he made Will lie flat and steady his legs. The boy rasped out a tense cry as his fingers and stroked his erection, first at the head, then at the base.

He rubbed the pre-cum accumulated on his hand on himself as lubricant, the Jack bent to kiss him once, quickly, like he was bidding a loved one farewell. Gathering the boy's legs around his hips, Jack eased his way into him, slowly at first, working to make the passage as painless as possible. Will's brows knitted at the expanding sensation, but he forced himself to be calm.

Jack clenched his teeth in an effort to keep his pace slow. This was the boy's first time, and he was tighter than a young maid. It was hard not to start pumping vigorously, working him till he screamed.

He maintain the slow rocking, as Will gripped his shoulders hard, forehead damp with perspiration. Bending low, he tasted the sweat pooling at his collarbone, inciting a sigh from the ivory throat.

"Help me--" Will choked.

"Obliged."

With his permission, Jack thrust harder until he hit a place that made Will yelp in surprise. This combined with Jack's hand finding it's way downwards and giving him a long stroke proved too much for himfew few more thrusts had him release a trembling groan as well as the milk of his pleasure. Jack continued to delve into him until he too could not hold back the dizzying surge of orgasm. Spent, he rolled to the side and looked at the stars that couldn't seem to stop wheeling above him.

Will pushed up Jack's billowy white sleeve to reveal the tattoo of a darkly soaring bird. He kissed the salty skin. "Frankly, I don't care who you are, or what others call you." With that, he pulled Jack closer and settled down for the night.

"And I won't let anyone take you away," he whispered to the sleeping boy.

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A crisp dawn was breaking over the horizon, where a set of black cliffs dotted with equally black houses could be seen. Jack glanced over at Will, still asleep on deck, and made preparations to land.

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Fin
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*despairs* ... Why's it so expositional??? *hums Pulp Fiction theme* *runs away*