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The Perfect Gift
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,511
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
If there was knowledge that William Turner could claim for all his years of experience, and that was the difference between drunk and *drunk*. There was no way that he was so drunk that he didn’t know what Jack was doing. He was kissing him, like he was the last prostitute on a deserted island. The surprising part, for all who had known him in his previous life, would most likely be that he had no objection. Who knew that the crafty bastard was such a good kisser?
After storming off the deck in a well deserved tantrum, Jack had followed, took away his sword, then rolled in one of the kegs of rum. He muttered the entire time random nonsense about skulls, rum and grand adventures. Will had to drink to drown the sound of that voice going on and on. It had been like old times, right up to the point where he’d been jumped.
If he ever managed to get the will power to take his tongue out of Jack’s mouth he’d ask what brought this on, but that wasn’t all that high of a priority. A hand began to creep under his shirt rubbing and caressing lightly. He almost wanted to chuckle. Did Jack really think that all this was new to him after the decades stuck on this ship? The man was far from naïve. It finally gave him the motivation to say something.
“I’m not a woman.”
“Well then, why the hell are you kissing me?” Jack asked indignantly.
“I beg your pardon?” He asked in shock.
“A pirate can’t lay here in peace without being molested.”
“Molested? You kissed me, and you’re on top!”
“I did not!”
“You most certainly did!”
“No, I didn’t. You’re a pervert.”
Will’s hand slapped over his eyes, “I’m beginning to realize why all those whores slapped you in Tortuga.”
“They kept throwing themselves at me!” He protested. “I couldn’t say no. That would be rude.”
“They’re whores, Jack. They’re paid to do that.”
“Well, that’s not a very good idea. I’m the one that’s being used. They should pay me since I’m the one doing all the work.”
“Are you insane?”
“Not on a good day.”
“I’m going to regret asking, but what is a good day?”
Jack eyed him suspiciously, “How much rum is there?”
“A barrel of it!” Will shouted. “You should know since you brought it!”
“No, how much rum is available in your question?”
“I – don’t – know,” Will said through clenched teeth.
“Well then, I don’t know if it’s a good day or not.”
“Weren’t we doing something else?” Will asked in desperation.
“Yes, we were discussing your lack of a gift on Happy Captain’s Day.”
“No, Jack, we are not discussing imaginary holidays, skulls or presents.”
“Are you planning on molesting me again? Cause I took away your sword, mate, and I still have mine.” He waved a spoon menacingly.
There was a second of stunned response time before a smile crossed Will’s face, an evil smile.
“Jack.”
“Jack!”
There were few things as humiliating as realizing that one’s companion found attacking dust motes with a spoon far more engaging than a conversation.
“Jack!” He yelled. Being attacked with a spoon was not supposed to be the evening’s entertainment. Escaping the wielded Eating Implement of Doom he snapped his fingers. The world stopped moving as Jack found himself suspended by something soft and squirm-ish.
“Oh look, tentacles. Wasn’t expecting that.”
“Is there ever a time when you are expecting tentacles?” He had to ask.
TBC...
If there was knowledge that William Turner could claim for all his years of experience, and that was the difference between drunk and *drunk*. There was no way that he was so drunk that he didn’t know what Jack was doing. He was kissing him, like he was the last prostitute on a deserted island. The surprising part, for all who had known him in his previous life, would most likely be that he had no objection. Who knew that the crafty bastard was such a good kisser?
After storming off the deck in a well deserved tantrum, Jack had followed, took away his sword, then rolled in one of the kegs of rum. He muttered the entire time random nonsense about skulls, rum and grand adventures. Will had to drink to drown the sound of that voice going on and on. It had been like old times, right up to the point where he’d been jumped.
If he ever managed to get the will power to take his tongue out of Jack’s mouth he’d ask what brought this on, but that wasn’t all that high of a priority. A hand began to creep under his shirt rubbing and caressing lightly. He almost wanted to chuckle. Did Jack really think that all this was new to him after the decades stuck on this ship? The man was far from naïve. It finally gave him the motivation to say something.
“I’m not a woman.”
“Well then, why the hell are you kissing me?” Jack asked indignantly.
“I beg your pardon?” He asked in shock.
“A pirate can’t lay here in peace without being molested.”
“Molested? You kissed me, and you’re on top!”
“I did not!”
“You most certainly did!”
“No, I didn’t. You’re a pervert.”
Will’s hand slapped over his eyes, “I’m beginning to realize why all those whores slapped you in Tortuga.”
“They kept throwing themselves at me!” He protested. “I couldn’t say no. That would be rude.”
“They’re whores, Jack. They’re paid to do that.”
“Well, that’s not a very good idea. I’m the one that’s being used. They should pay me since I’m the one doing all the work.”
“Are you insane?”
“Not on a good day.”
“I’m going to regret asking, but what is a good day?”
Jack eyed him suspiciously, “How much rum is there?”
“A barrel of it!” Will shouted. “You should know since you brought it!”
“No, how much rum is available in your question?”
“I – don’t – know,” Will said through clenched teeth.
“Well then, I don’t know if it’s a good day or not.”
“Weren’t we doing something else?” Will asked in desperation.
“Yes, we were discussing your lack of a gift on Happy Captain’s Day.”
“No, Jack, we are not discussing imaginary holidays, skulls or presents.”
“Are you planning on molesting me again? Cause I took away your sword, mate, and I still have mine.” He waved a spoon menacingly.
There was a second of stunned response time before a smile crossed Will’s face, an evil smile.
“Jack.”
“Jack!”
There were few things as humiliating as realizing that one’s companion found attacking dust motes with a spoon far more engaging than a conversation.
“Jack!” He yelled. Being attacked with a spoon was not supposed to be the evening’s entertainment. Escaping the wielded Eating Implement of Doom he snapped his fingers. The world stopped moving as Jack found himself suspended by something soft and squirm-ish.
“Oh look, tentacles. Wasn’t expecting that.”
“Is there ever a time when you are expecting tentacles?” He had to ask.
TBC...