Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (19/?) 08/23/03

Author: Lydia NightShade (nightshade10312001@yahoo.com)

Pairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Swearing, illegal drug use, some blood (injury related, not like a massacre or anything), 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: Mike, helped rewrite a bit too.

Feedback: It’s the blood capsule to my senseless, evil prank!

Summary: An actual hotel room! Some foreplay… and they get high… *whistles innocently*

Author’s Notes: Okay, I’m so sorry kiddies. I know I promised y’all they’d do it this chapter… but as I was writing it the chapter kept getting longer and longer and well… I had to cut the nookie until next time. But don’t worry! The next one’s written and will be out soon! *dodges flying objects* Oi! I’m supposed to be writing a philosophy paper over break… ugh. Please don’t tar and feather me…

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


Will walked nervously through the tiny shopping plaza. The rain had washed away most of the mud, but he still looked like a drowned rat in his opinion. He saw what Jack had called ‘the mark’(1) coming at him and felt the butterflies increase. All he had to do was bump into the guy and keep him distracted for a little bit. Jack would do the rest.

‘Okay… I can do this… yeah… no biggie. Bump into the man, hahaha, I’m so sorry, little small talk, and I’m done. If he catches Jack digging through his wallet, pretend you don’t know him!’ He swallowed hard, but kept going. ‘Here goes nothing’, he thought nervously as he ‘accidentally’ bashed into the well-dressed man.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” Will gasped; he’d really clocked the man. He started fussing over him as Jack had told him, trying to keep the mark busy so he wouldn’t notice the extra pair of hands on him. “It must be these pants; they’re so tight I think they’re cutting off circulation to my brain.” He forced a laugh and it sounded almost frantic. He noticed Jack’s pointed look at his nervousness, but he couldn’t help it.

“Yes they are, now get out of my way.” the man answered gruffly. He had no time for some kid trying to hustle him.

“Do you have the time?” Will blurted out, not knowing what else to say. He was never good at small talk with strangers. “I’m meeting someone and I don’t want to be late.” He smiled and tried to look innocent, but it must have backfired with the comment he received next.

“A John?” The man scoffed. Will didn’t know what to say… how rude!

“I beg your pardon?!”

“Look, I don’t care what hard luck tale drove you to this life, but I’m not interested. I happen to be married.” Will was absolutely furious. “You look like a cheap slut, you must be one.” Will couldn’t believe this man was just standing here insulting him like that. He reacted without thinking and punched him square in the jaw, mid-insult.

“I AM NOT A PROSTITUTE!” he screamed, effectively drawing everyone’s attention to them. The suited man was in shock. He made to go after Will but Jack intervened.

“Now, now Oscar, don’t be so wild…” he said flamboyantly. “I’m sorry, his gaydar just isn’t up to par these days.” He laughed flakily and used the stereotypical lisp. “Not interested, that’s fine honey, we’ll look elsewhere. Come rent-boy! Off we go!” He ushered Will away faster than the teen could protest and soon they were safely tucked away in an alley.

“Did you hear what he said to me?!” Will whispered angrily. “Unbelievable!” He huffed and stamped his foot. “I /told/ you I look like a prostitute in this outfit!” Jack was trying not to laugh, he wanted to be sympathetic, but Will was just adorable.

“It doesn’t matter. Because of your little blow up I had plenty of time to snag the wallet, find his credit cards, remove one, and replace it without the bugger ever even knowing. Well done!” He wrapped his arm around Will’s shoulders and started leading him back to where the Pearl was parked. Will was still rather angry at the man’s words, but he wanted a hot shower more than anything.

“Nice punch by the way, good form, and you threw your whole body into it just like I taught ya.” He faked a sniffle and pretended to wipe a tear. “I’m so proud… my little baby’s becoming a man right before my very eyes!” He sighed dreamily and faked a swoon, causing Will to laugh despite himself.

“Jerk. Why do you have to be so charming all the time? I wanted to be mad at him for several more hours.” Jack snorted and shook his head.

“You have to be charming when you’re a con man. People always think the charming ones are honest. If you’re quiet and withdrawn they assume you’re plotting something.” he laughed. “Humans are such odd creatures.” Will nodded his head. Considering how insane and uneducated Jack seemed, he was still a very wise man.

“Guess everyone has some form of intelligence.” he mumbled. Jack found it an odd comment, but chose to let it go. Will shivered again and coughed slightly. Jack rubbed his hand up and down Will’s arm in an attempt to warm the youth.

“You okay?” Will looked up and nodded. He was just cold because he had to take the sweater off for the hustle… at least that’s what Jack told him.

“Just need a hot bath, warm meal, and a change of clothes—I’ll be fine.”

Jack reached into his pocket and held up the small bag he’d gotten from the quirky clerks in the last town and held it up triumphantly.

“I’ve got just what the doctor ordered. Guaranteed to make you feel a hellava lot better, or just not give a shit anymore.”

“What is it?” Will asked, looking at the strange little bag. “I’m don’t see how parsley’s going to help me feel better.” Jack laughed, and messed his companion’s hair.

“I love the naiveté of a sheltered youth.” Will furrowed his brow in confusion, and then realization slowly crept across his features, his eyes widening in an adorable display of disbelief.

"Oh, Jack, no. It can't be... you can't mean..." He looked around them quickly. "Put it away!" he hissed.

"Don't be such a prude, dearie," Jack chided, though he stashed the bag back in his pocket and, to Will's relief, out of sight. He slung an arm around Will's shoulders, “Come, my lump of clay, and I shall mold you into a fine delinquent!”

"Aren't we already in enough trouble?" Will sighed, knowing further argument was futile.

"What is 'enough'?" Jack grinned, unfazed by the youth's annoyed frown. "Come on, let's go see how much trouble we can get into with this." He brandished the credit card, and Will's eyes widened again as it disappeared before his eyes. "I might even be able to afford you tonight." he teased. Will found ouldouldn't maintain his outrage in the face of Jack's contagious glee. He smiled back.

“Is that a proposition? Apparently I’m a working girl.” Will teased.

“You wish!” Jack scoffed, gingerly getting onto the Black Pearl. His injury made his movements much slower. Will noticed the flinches every time Jack had to make any sudden movements and he couldn’t help the guilt that welled up inside. Jack had been injured because of /him/.

“Coming?” Jack’s slightly amused voice broke his thoughts. Will jerked out of his self-loathing and nodded. “Well come on then. I don’t like being out in the open. The pigs could find us at any time.” Will nodded and hoped on the back. “Since our mark was so crude, I’m in the mood for a little class… I think the Hilton is in order.” Jack smirked at the overjoyed expression he received from his little protégé. “Thought you might like that.” Will nodded enthusiastically and held on tightly, not wanting to get knocked off.

*~*~*~*~*


“Can I… help… you?” asked the well-dressed, stocky, bald man from behind the check-in desk at the Hilton hotel, his tone changing as he took in more of the gruesome twosomes' appearance. “Oh my… what happened?”

“Tornado. I’d like a suite please.” Jack said nonchalantly as he slapped his new credit card on the counter and smiled. Will hung back slightly, taking in the expanse of the lobby. Is ras rather decorative, with paintings and fine carpeting. It reminded him of home.

“The only suite we have left is a single. I’m sure you and your… son… don’t want to share a bed.” he offered smugly, his bald head starting to shine with perspiration. Jack smirked at the husky man, and leaned over the counter so as not to alert Will to his conversation.

“He’s not my son, he’s my bottom. Now give me a fucking room or I’ll alert GLAAD (1) to your little antics.” He blew the man a kiss and winked at him, noticing the immediate flush of the man’s face. “You people are so easy.”

“You’re all booked Mr. Drinkwater, room 420.” he said, flustered, averting his eyes. Will came up to the counter, innocently smiling at the man, not realizing what had just transpired. The clerk looked at him snidely out of the corner of his eye, but Will didn’t notice. “Let me call the bellhop to help with your bags.” He dialed a number and a young man with fair hair and bright eyes, wearing a red uniform, showed up. “Show these men to room 420, Clark.”

“Aye, sir.” he said in a perky voice, picking up the duffle and the Hot Topic bags. “Traveling light, eh?” Will nodded and limped after him. Jack noticed it almost for the first time and made a mental note to ask about it once they were alone. “So where you coming from? On a vacation?” Clark asked, trying to make small talk on the elevator ride.

“That must be it.” Jack scoffed had had no patience left after that bald man.

Will chuckled and then hissed out. “Mustn’t ask us, not its business!” doing his best Gollum impression. Clark laughed, but Jack was rather surprised by the outburst.

“I loved those movies! Have you read the books?” Clark asked excitedly. “It’s so hard to find people excited about this stuff!”

“I know what you mean! He can’t even keep the characters’ names straight,” Will sighed, pointing over his shoulder at Jack. “I started the books not too long before the movies came out, so I’m not done, but I’m so glad I started them now!” The two boys continued to giggle and chat about the movie for four agonizing floors… agonizing to Jack anyway.

“Longest elevator ever.” he moaned, as they had to stop yet again for someone else to get on and then off.

“Isn’t it a shame that they left out Tom Bombadil?” Clark said.

“Oh for fuck’s sake kiddies, it’s only a bloody m!” J!” Jack finally snapped.

Will punched his arm and glared at him. “That was uncalled for!”

“Why do you have to be so rude all the time?! It’s embarrassing!” Just as the argument was about to peak, they reached their floor, announced by the tiny ‘bing’ and the four lighting up above the door.

“Here we are gentlemen.” Clark said cheerfully, his voice still happy despite Jack’s tirade. “I think it’s one of the nicest we have. You must be very lucky to actually get it Mr.… um… I’m sorry, what’s the name?”

“Drinkwater, Peter Drinkwater (2).” Jack said curtly, still annoyed. “How do I call for room service? I’m so hungry I could eat Will’s ass all night.” He noticed his companion’s face gradually becoming redder by the second and chuckled to himself. ‘If that doesn’t make him uncomfortable nothing will! Stupid bellhop, flirting with my… with my… whatever Will is!’

“Um… dial seven on the phone. The menu is on the nightstand. Enjoy your stay.” Clark nodded nervously and then swiftly left the room, leaving a blushing, twitching Will in his wake.

“I can’t believe you said that! Do you have any idea how humiliated I feel right now?!”

“It’ll pass. Now what do you want for food? I’m thinking finger foods would be good with the herbal refreshment I have planed.” He flipped through the menu and circled a few items with the pen left for their convenience. “Chained to the table, don’t they trust people anymore these days? Now how am I going to steal it?” he whined, tugging on it.

“You do realize you’re a walking contradiction, right?” Will sighed exasperatedly.

“What’s that mean?”

“Oh, Christ, never mind. I’m going to take a shower. Order me something yummy with some actual nutrients to it.” Jack nodded as Will disappeared into the hall and to the bathroom.

“So… hot wings it is! Should get some junk food too though… munchies!” he laughed to himself, truly excited. He hadn’t toked up in ages and he certainly wanted to forget everything right now. “I think this place is bigger than my old apartment.” he mumbled out loud. He ordered the food and then went exploring. There was the bedroom he’d just come from with the king-sized bed, sitting area, and picture window. Then they had a small kitchen, complete with stovetop. The kitchen was across from the spacious living room, filled with comfy furniture, and the wall facing out was basically one big window. Then the most important part… the bar!

“Oh sweet Jesus… RUM!” Jack almost cried at the sight of the familiar brown bottle of Captain Morgan’s spiced rum. He practically flew to it, ripped it open and took a huge swig. “Oh yeah… that’s the stuff.” he moaned orgasmically, before leisurely strolling to the couch. “I love being rich!” he shouted to the empty room. He noticed the remote on the small glass coffee table, so he picked it up. He pressed one button and the lights dimmed, another and a TV appeared, as if from nowhere, out of the cabinets that Jack had thought were only cabinets. He grinned madly and took another swig.

“I’ve finally found heaven!” he smiled as flipped through the channels, looking for good porn, like he always did. But instead he came across another news bulletin. “Oh wonderful.” He watched, discovering to his relief that the police were still clueless as to where Will was. Unfortunately, the police in Port Royal were now working with precincts all over the country trying to find them. Things weren’t going to be easy. He didn’t know how long they could keep running. Will looked different, yes, but he still drew too much attention to himself. The only plus they had going for them was that no one knew what Jack looked like. At least that made it harder to spot them. They couldn’t be the only two brown-haired beauties traveling the country together and occasionally doing naughty things in public. He grinned lecherously tho thought of his companion in the shower. Naked. Soapy. Wet. Slick.

“I think I need a shower.” He put down the bottle and pulled off his boots, coat and shirt before he trotted down the hall and to the bathroom. The door was unlocked so he peeked inside. Will was still showering, but he was sitting down on the extended edge, washing up as best as Jack could tell. ‘Not again’, he thought worriedly. He wHe walked over slowly and pulled back the curtain expecting to find his lover catatonic again. “Why do you keep doing this?”

“AHHH! What are you doing in here?!” Will screeched, when he noticed Jack standing there staring at him. “You pervert, knock first!” Will yelled angrily, yanking the shower curtain closed.

“I’m sorry! I thought you were doing that weird thing again.” Jack sputtered out feeling slightly embarrassed that his attempt at spontaneous sex had gone awry. “I just thought that maybe we could have some fun. Why are you sitting down in the shower?”

“You can’t just sneak up on a person when they’re vulnerable.” It was then that Jack noticed Will’s clothes on the floor, more importantly the boots. He picked up the right one and noticed the dried blood on the inside.

“What the hell?!” He dropped the boot and opened the curtain again.

“Hey!”

Jack paid him no mind. He looked down at Will’s right leg and frowned. It was badly bruised and bloody. Open sores all over it.

Will noticed his expression and flinched. “I-It’s nothing. It looks so much worse than it feels, and I haven’t had a chance to clean it yet.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about this right away? It could be broken.” Jack said calmly, taking the washcloth and cleaning the wounds gently.

“I can walk on it; it’s not broken… just hurts like hell sometimes.” Jack squeezed on the adolescent’s leg, trying to feel if there were any bumps, causing Will to gasp in pain. “Don’t!” He pushed Jack’s hands away and concentrated on his breathing to ease the pain.

“A little sensitive, eh?” Jack quipped, raising his eyebrow in a knowing expression. Will shrugged and stared at the floor.

“So what? I’ve been on it all day… and if you’re going to squeeze it tell me!”

“I think you cracked the bone, but it didn’t feel broken and the fact that you can still walk on it also makes me think that.” Jack continued to clean the welts and sores, trying to be as careful as possible. “We’ll have to ask for some bandages. This needs to be taken care of.”

“You need help too, Mr. I-had-a-piece-of-metal-in-my-side.” Jack shrugged, but Will reached out for the exposed bandage and ran a finger over it. “I didn’t exactly have sterile conditions when I dressed that.”

“Fine. You fix me, I’ll fix you.” Will smiled and nodded. Jack finished cleaning Will’s leg and then looked at him curiously. “So,” he drawled, rolling his eyes innocently, “can I join you?” He smiled in what he hoped was a charming way and tried to use those puppy eyes he’d seen the teen do so many times. Will seemed to just then remember the complete lack of clothing he had on and covered himself with the washcloth.

“Oh, um… I-I’m pretty much done except for rinsing my hair… but you can come in if you want.” He blushed a little and tried not to make eye contact. He liked the thought of seeing Jack naked, but the thought of Jack seeing him naked was a little intimidating. Jack didn’t waste the invite. He stripped himself of his pants and jumped into the shower, pulling Will up with him. Will felt his whole body turn red as he was pressed against a naked, wet Jack. The biker supported Will and helped him rinse the conditioner from his hair. When it was all gone, he looked down at his former captive and felt the heat pooling in his groin. Will was still under the spray of the shower staring up at him wide-eyed and curious.

Jack cupped Will’s face in his hands and gently stroked the teen’s perfect cheekbones slowly with his thumbs before he leaned in and pressed their lips together. He felt Will’s trepidation, but it slowly melted away as Jack used his tongue to gently massage the teen’s lips apart. moa moaned as he felt Will responding, no matter how many times he got to kiss him, Jack never got tired of it.

Will felt Jack’s arousal pressing against his thigh and was torn between panic and excitement. He let his curiosity get the better of him and ran a finger up the underside, while continuing the kiss. He felt Jack’s gasp rather than heard it, and he smiled to himself as he pulled back.

“Well, I’m done. Have a good shower.” he smiled, giving his older lover a quick peck on the cheek before exiting the shower and grabbing a towel. He heard Jack’s frustrated l anl and turned back to see a very hard, very annoyed biker.

“Tease!” Jack grumbled, grabbing the soap and going about his shower business. Will only smirked.

“Consider that payback for my eye,” he purred, blowing the older man a kiss. Jack frowned at the mention of his unconscious accident. “I’ll be in the bedroom.” Will called over his shoulder, his intent behind the comment unreadable. Jack looked at Will’s retreating form longingly, wanting him so badly.

“Aw, fuck.” He grabbed his turgid cock and started jerking off as fast as he could. He didn’t want to be worked up if it did happen that Will meant nothing by it. He came silently and finished his shower, washing away the remnants of the mud and debris. He used the water to help ease off the duct tape as well. Once he had he took the soap and gave it a proper washing, cussing all the way.

“I’m being punished… honor!” (3) he shouted to the heavens, as the stabbing pains of the bacteria dying coursed through his body. When he emerged from the shower he was moving even slower than before. He didn’t dress again, just wrapped a towel around himself. He found Will in the bedroom as promised, but he was clothed once again in a new pair of black silky boxers they’d bought and yet another black tank top. Jack thought he’d cum again just from the sight, but he shook it off.

“Sit down so I can take care of that,” Will said, taking out the supplies he’d asked the bellhop to get.

“That was quick.”

“That’s what happens when you flirt and make friends… how is it of all your scamming knowledge that one didn’t take?” Will asked smugly, crossing his arms. Jack flipped him off, but did as told. “Now this is probably going to hurt so don’t be a big old baby and cry about it… I hate that.” he joked, imitating Jack’s voice.

“You think you’re so fucking cute, don’t you?”

“I don’t think, I know.” Will said assuredly, sneaking an impish kiss from the older man. “Now hold still.” Will climbed onto the bed and straddled Jack’s lap in order to get a better vantage point to the wound. He moved as gently as possible, so completely lost in the medical activity that he failed to realize how close and intimate a situation he had created. Both of them were scantily dressed and they were touching… even if it was innocent, in Will’s mind at least. Despite himself, Jack found he was blushing as Will gingerly pampered his wound with caring hands and soft touches. No one had been so openly nice to him since his sister.

‘Oh man, don’t wake up little Jackie. Sleepy time, not hanky-panky time!’ A jolt of pain squashed whatever growing erection he may have had. “Ah!” he gasped, taking Will’s hand in his and looking up at him. Will’s eyes looked concerned and regretful.

“Sorry,” he said softly, practically whispering. He looked down in embarrassment, but Jack lifted the teen’s face with his hand, running his thumb over Will’s lip to stop the teen from chewing on it. They locked eyes and became lost in each others' chocolate pools. Unconsciously they leaned closer, Jack’s hands coming up to cup Will’s soft face once again.

“Maybe… we shouldn’t… your injury…” Will mumbled, but his voice was hollow. Jack silenced him with a kiss. It was slow and tender at first, each taking the time to explore the other, but soon it erupted into a ball of fiery passion. Jack dug his fingers into the silky curls he’d lusted after since he first noticed Will and pulled the teen closer. They breathed heavily through their nostrils as they blindly started to pull at each other, itching for more contact. Jack made the mistake of trying to roll them over so he could be on top and was backslapped into reality once again as his side exploded in pain.

“Ahhh! Fuck!” He dropped Will, causing the teen to tumble a few times on the mattress. He looked up and rushed over to Jack’s side.

“I knew this was a bad idea,” Will sighed, examining him closely. “I’m sorry…” Will looked angry and guilty. Jack couldn’t understand why. “I can’t believe I caused you more pain.”

“Huh?!” came Jack’s brilliant reply. “What are you talking about? You didn’t jam that metal in me. The worst thing you did was that stupid punch to my pride and joy.” Jack cupped himself from the memory. “That /really/ sucked.”

“You only got that stupid metal thing because you were protecting me!” Will blurted out, his emotions getting the better of him. “It’s déjà vu.”

“Again… huh?!” Jack said, completely lost and confused. “You need to stop speaking in riddles. I’m lost.” Will pulled his legs up against his chest and rested his chin on them. He shrugged, not wanting to get into it. The knock at the door mercifully interrupted their awkward silence. Will practically leapt from the bed to answer the door. It was the food Jack had ordered. Will thanked the bellhop and rolled the tray into the bedroom.

“I said yummy food that was healthy,” he moaned after picking up the cover to find nothing but food they could find at Denny’s (4). “This is all greasy crap.”

“You said ‘something yummy with nutrients’, hence the hot wings.” Jack said indignantly, sticking his chin up in pride. “You’ll thank me after you get your herbal treat.”

“What the hell does that mean?! You sprinkle that crap on this crap and it’s good? I find that hard to believe.” the teenager scoffed, slamming the cover back on. “I swear! Sometimes I forget you’re older than me!”

“I’ll take that as a compliment to my youthful good looks and charm.” Jack replied, taking out the bag and opening it. Will rolled his eyes and flopped on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Jack took out the rolling papers he always carried with him from his bag, put on his boxers, and then hobbled back over to the bed.

“Jack." Will said warningly, as he watched Jack take some of the green stuff from the bag and put it on the white paper. “Don't light that up in here, someone will smell it, we'll be arrested." Jack snorted in amusement, but held back his laugh for fear of blowing the illegal substance all over the bed.

“That’s one way of looking at it." he replied, trying to keep a straight face. "What do you think people do when they rent these fancy rooms, sleep?" he scoffed. When he was satisfied with the amount, he rolled it up and licked the paper to make it stick. “Would you like the first hit?” Jack offered, handing the joint over to his young companion. Will crinkled up his face and rolled onto his stomach.

“Eww, no way, you drooled all over that.” Jack shrugged and put the joint to his lips, picking up his jolly roger Zippo.

“Your loss.” he mumbled, causing the joint to bob as he spoke. He lit it up and inhaled deeply, holding it for a moment before exhaling slowly. “Oh, that’s good shit.” he sighed, his eyes closed. “You sure you don’t want any?”

“This is a no smoking room.” Will scolded. Jack just grinned.

“You’re right. Better close the door, eh? Keep it all in one room.” He got up from the bed, a mischievous smirk on his face. He closed the door, effectively locking in the smoke. Even if Will didn’t take a hit he’d be fish-bowled (5) from the contact. Will watched him with a disapproving glare the entire time, still lying on his stomach.

“That’ll give you cancer,” he said sternly. Jack laughed.

“That’s okay, I don’t plan on living that long.” Jack replied, taking another hit. The room was gradually collecting a smoky mist, causing Will to cough. He waved his hand and blinked his eyes.

“Aw man, you’re stinking up the room! What’s so great about this stuff?”

Jack smiled, his eyes half lidded. He walked over to Will, the joint in his mouth, then he crawled onto the bed to lean over the youth, forcing him to roll onto his back again.

“Want a shotgun?” he waggled his eyebrows and looked down at his somewhat worried looking partner. Will stuck out his chin and tried to keep the worry out of his voice.

“I assume you don’t mean a gun?” he asked. Jack nodded.

“Just breathe in when I do it, okay?” Jack instructed before he took a puff and then pressed his lips to Will’s. Will was surprised but breathed in as Jack blew the smoke into his mouth. It was oddly erotic and Will managed to not start hacking. When Jack was done he pulled back, sitting on his heels and smiling triumphantly. Will held in his breath as he’d watched Jack do before slowly exhaling.

“Well?” Jack asked, noticing the flush over his companion’s face. Will shrugged, trying to pretend he wasn’t turned on by the whole experience.

“S’okay.” He giggled slightly, the second-hand smoke finally getting to him. “Sorry, don’t know why I’m laughing.” He paused for a moment, a goofy grin on his face and his eyes half lidded. “Damn I’m hungry.” he said softly going over to the tray again. “This stuff looks fucking awesome!” he said happily, digging into the hot wings and ranch dressing.

“You’re lit.” Jack laughed, taking another big hit. “God bless illegal substances.” He laughed, watching Will stuff his face. He lazily crawled over to the teen, falling off the bed as he did. Will pointed and laughed as Jack lay on the floor snorting in amusement at his own stupidity. “Owww…” he moaned, but it wasn’t real pain. Will laughed so hard he feel off his chair causing them both to just giggle harder.

The room was now draped in a cloud of smoke. Will lay on the floor, licking his fingers of the hot sauce and ranch dressing, still not seeing any point in getting up. He had sauce and dressing all around his mouth, but didn’t seem to care. He was in the process of licking his index finger when he found a happy Jack above him.

“Hey sexy,” Jack purred in his gravely voice. Will laughed and ran his hand down Jack’s face.

“You’re so pretty.” he slurred. “Beep.” he giggled as he pushed on Jack’s nose. Finding it amusing he did it again. “Beep. Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep.” he continued until Jack took his hand and kissed the giggling boy beneath him. Will couldn’t even keep a straight face for that.

“You have a funny nose. It beeps. Heeheeheeheeheehee!” Jack sputtered and laughed, stroking back Will’s hair before kissing him again. Will squealed in happiness and dug his fingers into Jack’s dreads. They continued to kiss until Will felt the munchies come back with a vengeance. He pushed the biker unceremoniously off of him and crawled back to his chair, scaling it with more difficulty than he would have normally. He started stuffing his face again, the excess slop getting around his mouth again.

“Oh my God… this is so good. Fooooood! Hahaha! Have you ever realized how funny a word that is? Fooooood. Ha!” he laughed, causing the food fall from his mouth. “Aw… shit.” he said with no emotion, taking it off the plate and putting it back in his mouth. “Tricksy little hobbitses!” He dissolved into more giggles, still chowing down on the food. Jack crawled over, his eyes practically shut. He sat on his heels at Will’s feet and patted the teen’s knee to get his attention, but it didn’t work.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey… Hey!” Will looked at him for a moment as if he just realized he wasn’t alone.

“…What?” he said, his forehead crinkled in confusion as if he’d missed part of a conversation.

“Will.”

“Yeah?”

“Will.”

“Yeah?”

“No, stop. Will… you’re like… the most beautiful person… I’ve ever met. I love you so much, like for real and shit. You’re so pretty and fucking hot. I wanna have sex with you really much badly.” Will was now exploring the rest of the food, still stuffing his face with whatever he could get his hands on. He looked back at Jack with the same confused expression.

“…What?” Jack laughed and he started laughing. “Try these, they’re great.” Will said, practically mashing the cheese fry into Jack’s mouth. Jack chewed, slowly at first, uninterested, until the flavor hit and then his eyes perked up.

“Shit! That is good! Move over, I want some.” he said, pushing on Will. The teen just laughed and pushed at him.

“Get your own, dirty old man!” Jack started tickling him and he laughed even harder, falling off the chair again. Jack fell on top of him and started kissing him passionately. Will moaned and wrapped his legs around Jack’s waist, rubbing against the older man like an experienced slut. Jack pressed their groins together and groaned at the feeling. He’d wanted it for so long.

“I want to suck your pee-pee.” Will blurted out, his voice silly and casual. Jack looked down at him curiously.

“What?”

Will looked at him seriously, starting to slide down Jack’s body on the carpet.

“I wanna suck your pee-pee. Head. Blowjob. Play the skinflute. Suck your pee-pee.” He pushed Jack so that he was on his back and lazily straddled him. “I know what you’re thinking… you think I can’t do it ‘cause I’m all giggly, but I know how to give head. Now come on, show me your pee-pee. I’m yo daddy tonight.” He laughed at the thought and leaned over Jack, laughing. The older man found it funny too, but he was still surprised with how bold Will was being.

The teen ran his fingers over Jack’s face slowly, his eyes practically closed. “You’re pretty. I like the way your face matches your head… and the makeup is nice too.” He leaned down and kissed Jack again before placing small kisses all over the older man’s face.

“You won’t respect me in the morning. I feel used,” Jack said seriously, “I like it!” he giggled, patting Will’s head. He laid there like a lump as Will pushed himself back so he had better access to Jack’s 'pride and joy' as he called it. He fumbled with the boxers, pulling them down slowly. Jack sprang free and Will smiled, patting it gently.

“Good pee-pee…” He leaned down to take it into his mouth, and passed out. His face landed on Jack’s exposed crotch, but sadly, he missed little Jackie. The loud snoring alerted Jack to what had happened and he looked up sadly.

“Every time!” he moaned, then his head thunked down on the carpet and he passed out too.


Tbc…

Again, sorry! I swear this was not intentional! But I promise it’ll be a nice love scene… and the story WILL pick up again. It’s not all mush and cuddling from here. Remember they have both Barbossa and Norrington after them. I won’t forget about that. And now… my famous/infamous (#)’s

(1) ‘the mark’: when people are grifting, scamming, etc… the Mark is the target or the sucker that is born every minute.
(2) Peter Drinkwater: This is the name of Orlando’s character in Midsomer Murders. He’s gorgeous and an asshole. But he didn’t wear a suit, just another one of my puns.
(3) “I’m being punished… honor!”: All my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fans say haaaAAAY! Raphael says it in the second flick when he’s using the little Asian boy to help him get into the evil foot clan’s lair! I just loved his character… although my heart will always belong to Michelangelo. *swoons*
(4) Denny's: It’s a restaurant here in the States that’s open 24/7. It’s called a family restaurant, but after the sun goes down it is home the oddest bunch of drunken, high freaks you’ll ever want to meet… *sighs* My people!
(5) Fish-bowled: I don’t know if this is a universal pot smoking term or not, but where I come from it’s when you roll up all the windows in the car so everyone gets high even if you aren’t smoking. It could work anywhere. It’s how I first got high. Didn’t even know what the hell was going on. I was 12 and ‘just saying no’ when before I knew it… everything was funny and I had the munchies. *grin*

Oh yeah… I know you don’t generally get loaded that quickly, at least not on your first time, but I took some creative liberties. As I did with the hotel suite because I don’t think I’ve ever stayed at one.

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