Falling

Disclaimer: Of course I am a multi-millionaire mouse. My three giant fingers and one thumb are hard to type with so I had a special keyboard built with bigger keys. Because I am a really rich mouse. What are you smoking?
Jack: Can I have some?
EP:NO! go get back in the story!
Jack: But...
EP: ANNA?!?!
Jack: Bye luv!

Still not beta'd. All warnings from Chapter One still apply.

//....// indicates thought

Jack made a sound that was somewhere between a whine, a growl and a moan as Will slid his tongue up the underside of his almost painfully erect member. Sitting there against the pillows watching as Will’s head bobbed up and down, that hot wet heat on his shaft as Will took him into his throat was almost unbearable. Jack reached down and pulled Will’s head up and his mouth off. He reached for the vial of oil that sat by his headboard and…

Jack opened his eyes to the early morning sun. He then realized that he had what the boys were always calling morning wood. //Damn it! This hasn’t happened since I was 18! Why does it have to start up again now of all times?// Jack then became aware of the fact that he was snuggled up against something warm. Something that smelled of hot steel and ocean. Something that was breathing. Something that was William Turner. //Oh Shit! What if he notices? He grew up straight and narrow- he’ll be disgusted. He’ll kill me! Oh No Oh No…. What do I do? Umm…. think Jack bloody think…. That’s it! Think. Now about what?… Gibbs. Barbossa. That bloody monkey. Gibbs Barbossa and the monkey together. Naked. Having sex. With Cotton, that infernal, saucy loudmouthed hair-trinket stealing parrot, and Marty, the midget. There we go…// (AN: My apologies to anyone who just went to a bad place. My suggestion: re-read the first paragraph. Or just read the next one. Or both.)

*At about the same time…*

Will realized that the odd whimpering noise that filled the air came from him. His hips involuntarily jerked forward as Jack’s tongue slid between his shock-slackened lips and brushed against his own. He moaned again softly as the hot slick writhing tongue plundered his mouth, exploring it, licking the backs of his teeth, almost tenderly sliding against his palate. Jack pulled his mouth away and growled, “Now, Whelp, I’m gonna fuck ye through tha bed.”

“But, how? I mean- we’re both… men. It’s not possible…” Will felt his arousal grow with the sinful look Jack gave him at that.

“Will, me lad, yeh’ve got a lot to learn.” And Jack started unbuttoning his trousers…

Will reached down to deal with the affliction that had been there every morning since he was 12 and then realized that there was something in the way. Jack was in the way. //Oh No… Jack is- I am- What if- How do- Shitshitshitshitshit// Will’s thoughts were disjointed and panicked as he thought about what would happen if Jack were to move and find what lay, or rather wouldn’t lay down, within his trousers. Jack was a pirate, but Jack clearly wasn’t interested in him that way… Because Jack obviously liked women. The number of whores in Tortuga who had slapped him was testament to that. Will had to do something, and fast. Then Jack chose to do it for him by rolling over and groaning. Rolling away from Will’s nether regions. Will thought a quiet Thank You to any and all deities that were responsible for that impossibly lucky twist of fate.

Will rolled off the huge bed and went to the bathroom to relieve the aching need between his legs. (AN: Fully realize that they did not have “bathrooms” on ships in this time period. I do know that they had somewhere to relieve themselves. I also do not have a clue as to what this was called… if you wish to tell me then I will have the knowledge for next time) He had tried to think of Elizabeth, of a woman, when he grabbed his achingly hard shaft in his right hand and had almost immediately let out a shuddering gasp and pulsed against the wall. He really had tried to think of a woman, any woman, however the long, dark hair in his minds eye had not belonged to a woman, it had belonged to a certain pirate captain. The pirate captain he had slept next to. Will sighed and focused on the tasks at hand as he cleaned up the mess he had just made and shaved.

When Will got back to Jack’s cabin he was confronted with a very interesting sight: Jack and Anna fighting. The look on Anna’s face as she tried desperately not to reach out and hit Jack was a combination of frustration, disgust- that kind of utter disgust for humanity, specifically Jack- annoyance and something that was hard to display afacifacial expression but there nonetheless: the desire to string Jack from the yardarm by a very sensitive part of his body. It took all the self-control that Will possessed to lto laugh at the two of them, Jack rambling on and gesticulating about how he needed to be at the helm or The Pearl would be upset and drown them all, Anna stoically refusing to let him go. None of Jack’s attempts to this point had worked so he tried one, final desperate one. He pouted. Then he whined, “But Anna! I’ll get bored!”

“Deal wiv it Jack! Yer not coming up on decks until ye have a perfect bill o’ health. Ye don’t. That hole in yer side isn’t ready for you to move around. Get back in bed. NOW!” By the end of her diatribe Anna was almost screaming her orders to Jack.

“Who bloody died and made you Captain”

“Well Jack ye came near enough to it. Even the crew agrees with me. Yer to stay abed until I say yer side is healed, Savvy?”

“But I’ll be bored. What will I do all day? Ever think of that? Ever possibly stop to consider that ole Jack ‘ere could injure himself more due to sheer and utter boredom?”

//Jack is better spoken when he’s angry… the accent almost goes away…// Will noted as he continued to watch the heated exchange, wisely not getting involved.

“He’d better not Jack! If I catch you doing anything to slow down yer healing I will kill you myself!” Anna’s hissed warning appeared to have little effect on Jack so she continued “Besides, the boy’ll be there to keep yompaompany.”

“Will he?” Both Anna and Jack looked a little shocked to see the young blacksmith –turned-pirate standing in the doorway. “I do not recall agreeing to anything of the sort.” Will stated. Of course he’d be happy to do it, to spend time with Jack, but he did not like being manipulated. Or volunteered against his will, or without his ent.ent. Or knowledge for that matter.

“Look William-“

“See the lad doesn’t have ti-“

“I need ye to kee-“

“So I’ll just be headin-“

“The Captain, else he hurts hisself worse. JACK SPARROW GET BACK HERE!!” The last sentence of Anna’s argument was shrieked towards the open door from which Jack had so recently sauntered out. “Now as I was saying, ye don’t know much how to sail yet lad, ‘n with the captain down it’s rough up top, so we was thinkin’ ye could keep Jack company until we find someplace nice ‘n calm to set down, maybe all go off the ship for a little while…” Anna finished with a pleading look as Jack skulked back into the cabin looking faintly guilty and muttering about mutineers and crews who didn’t follow their captain’s orders.

“I suppose I could…” Will made himself look quite put upon.

“Alright then. We are agreed!” Anna spun on her heel and bounded back up the stairs.

“Yer agreed maybe, but I din’t have no part in it.” Jack muttered darkly from the corner of the bed where he was sulking.

Will grabbed the chair from the desk and set it down near the bed, sliding off his boots and wiggling his toes as he brought them to rest upon the bed, trying not to think of what the silk sheets would feel like against his skin, he and Jack had both slept fully clothed on top of the blankets the night before so he had never gotten a chance to find out. //I wonder if Jack normally sleeps fully clothed. That would kind of defeat the purpose of the sheets though. What if he sleeps without anything on at all? Oh, this is a bad train of thought. Got to distract myself. Umm… ask Jack a question.// So Will blurted out the first thing that came into his mind, “Jack, where did you learn to read?”

Jack looked up startled at this question, “How would you know I can read Whelp?”

“Well the books…”

“Ah, yes, the books. Me father was a merchant. He had me taught when I was little. D’you know how to read, Whelp?”

“Yes, James- Commodore Norrington, and Governor Swann took me in, taught me to read, use numbers and the like. Shared some of Elizabeth’s tutors.”

“’Lizabeth had tutors?”

“Yes, Governor Swann believed that being a lady was no excuse for being ignorant.”

“Ah…”

They sat in silence for a moment before another question popped into Will’s mind. “Jack, if your father was a merchant, why did you become a pirate?”

At this question Jack paused, became completely still. Minutes ticked by as he stared at the floor, his dark eyes darker, unfathomable.

“Jack? Jack what’s wrong?” Will asked, uneasy with Jack’s sudden stillness.

Jack flinched at the first sound, almost as if he had been slapped. He slid to the floor on the far side of the bed and curled up into a little ball, his whole body was trembling. Will got up and walked around the bed, his brow crinkling up in confusion and worry. As soon as Will reached his hand towards Jack he flinched and curled up tighter, whimpering, an expression of terror on the parts of his face that had not been buried deep into his knees. Will’s confused expression turned into utter bewilderment.

“Anna? Anna there’s something wrong with Jack!” He called upstairs.

“What d’ye mean lad?” Anna asked coming near the door.

“I don’t know, just look at him,” Will pointed to where Jack was coiled by the head of the bed.

Upon seeing Jack’s position Anna swore fluently in more languages than Will could count. “Bloody idiot chooses now of all times to have a relapse!”

“A relapse of what?” Now Will was truly scared.

“Did Jack ever tell you anything about his past? About how he became a pirate?”

tbc

Yeah. I’m mean. I won’t be updating every day like this starting, well today. I hope to get one or two a wea week though. If you review I’m bound to be encouraged and write more, faster. This is my first posted fic you know.

Jack: Well that much is bloody obvious wench- I would never do that!
EP: Wanna bet? I own your ass. Okay, Disney and Johnny Depp own your ass, but I control it in my little world, Savvy? And anyways. You will agree once you find out why.
Jack: My ass!
Will: Are you two arguing again?
Both: What the hell do you think?
EP: *mutters* Idiot
Jack: *mutters* Of all the stupid…
Will: Morons- Jack quit antagonizing the author. Eccentricpirate Write more!
EP: Can’t I do my homework?
Will: No. Write. Now. Okay fine do your homework.
Jack: Sod off Whelp!
Will: Okay!
*Jack and Will disappear into next room*
Jack: I didn’t mean…. Oh…. That’s nice
Will: Shut up.
*slurping, moaning and thumping noises*
EP: Damn fornicating plot bunnies.
Now Feed the author or she will starve to death and stop writing, Savvy?