Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (20/?) 08/23/03

Author: Lydia NightShade (nightshade10312001@yahoo.com)

Pairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth

Rating: NC-17

Warn: Sw: Swearing, angst some fluffy muffy sap crap…

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

Feedback: It’s the only perk in my senseless crappy life.

Summary: Now they finally do it!! I promise! Oh god!

Author’s Notes: LoL! Listening to the new Avril song on the radio. That poor girl, she has a good point, but the lyrics… not quite doing it. Then again… I’m no music critic because as far as I’m concerned all music is crap. Doesn’t matter what you like, someone’s going to tell you “Aw that’s crap!” so I realized all music is crap so just listen to your crappy music and be happy! *takes deep breath* Sorry about that… I have a lot of guy friends that take it all WAY too seriously. It’s all in your eardrums’ taste really.

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

*~*~*~*~*~*

“I don’t think I’ve ever been that scared in my life.” Elizabeth tried to laugh, thinking back to what had just happened to them. They had made it back to their hotel room just fine and Ana Maria was bandaging the shallow gash on her neck. “I’ve never been so close to death.”

“You get used to it.” her biker companion drawled, adding the last bit of tape to hold the gauze in place. “There you go, sweetheart. Good as new… sorta.” She shrugged and snuck a kiss before Liz knew what was going on.

“Sneaky bitch.” the debutante chortled, pretending to smack her lover. “How dare you!” She smiled evilly at the blush she got from Ana and scrunched up her face in mischief. “I wanted to make the first move.” she purred, pulling Ana in for a much deeper kiss. It was more for comfort than passion. They had been very close to dying and some affection was needed.

“You handled yourself quite well. I wouldn’t have been that calm.” Ana whispered against Elizabeth’s pouty lips.

“I was terrified! But I didn’t want to give those bastards the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I can’t believe you stood up to him like that. Who was he anyway?” Ana averted her gaze and sighed wearily.

“An old enemy. He’s a very powerful drug dealer. I /told/ Jack not to get involved with him, but as usual, he didn’t listen. So he borrowed money from him but - shock, surprise - couldn’t pay him back, at least not when Norrington wanted him to. You see, Norrington has a habit of killing people when they don’t do what he wants. He came after Jack, so Jack ran. He didn’t have the money and he didn’t want to pay in trade.”

“What kind of trade?”

“Norrington will sometimes have people work off debts, but the kind of ‘work’ he’s into isn’t what Jack’s about. Norrington is a murderer. Jack only kills in defense.” Elizabeth could feel her nerves bunching together and manifesting themselves in her stomach. She suddenly felt very afraid for her brother.

“A-and my brother is with this… Jack… person,” she asked cautiously, still trying to process everything. Ana nodded and Lizze continued, “And Jack is the person that Norrington wants to kill, no matter what the cost or who gets in the way.” Ana Maria cringed, but nodded again. She saw the range of emotions going through her lover’s eyes and knew this wouldn’t sit well with the feisty young woman.

“Well… fuck! Why are we sitting around here when my brother’s life is in jeopardy?! We have to go find them! Protect our men! Lord knows they can’t do it themselves or else this wouldn’t be happening!” She leapt from the bed and started pacing the room.

“What are you doing?” Ana asked, her voice tired and detached. “There’s nothing you can do about the situation. We don’t know where they are… we might as well wait here until Jack calls. He’ll probably call in a day or two anyway.”

“I can’t just sit idly by while my brother is in danger! I didn’t get thrown down the stairs, concussed, and escape from the hospital only to have him killed anyway!”

Ana Maria got up from the bed and pulled Elizabeth into her arms.

“I know it’s hard, but it’s all we can do right now. You’ll just have to trust that Jack’s smarter and that he’ll protect your brother.”

“Why should he? He’s his fucking /kidnapper/ for goodness sake.”

“Because Jack’s a good man, and he wouldn’t let harm come to one as innocent as you or your brother. It’s just not in his nature. Believe me, he’s not happy about it.” She smiled softly and tucked a strand of Elizabeth’s blonde mane behind her ear. “So relax. It’ll all work out. Good over evil and all that crap.” She laughed as Elizabeth actually cracked a smile.

“Bitch. I don’t want to laugh. This is serious.”

“I know. That’s why I’m laughing, makes it easier to deal with.”

“Must come from the sugar.”

“How else could I be this sweet?” Ana said facetiously, batting her eyelashes and grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Oh, /too/ funny.” Elizabeth scoffed, rolling her eyes. They lay back down on the bed and held each other, offering a small sense of comfort in a chaotic world.

*~*~*~*~*

Jack woke up late the next day with Will still sleeping on his lap. The teen looked so peaceful Jack didn’t want to wake him, but he had to pee really badly. He lifted Will’s head and gently slid from under him, lowering him back to the carpet. The teen moaned and curled up on his side, mumbling in his sleep. Jack made sure he wasn’t going to wake up before he ran to the bathroom.

Will was awoken by a loud orgasmic cryjoy joy echoing from the porcelain walls of the adjoining bathroom. He blinked blearily and groaned, rolling over. He slowly pushed himself up and then hobbled to the bed. His leg was killing him after all the tumbling around last night. He wanted to open the door to air out the room, but he didn’t have the energy to make the journey.

“Good morning sunshine!” Jack beamed coming out of the toilet with a big-ass grin on his face. Will moaned and buried his face in his pillow. “Aww, what’s the matter? Not feeling happy this morning?” Jack cooed, flopping on the bed next to him. He regretted it as he jolted his side. “Oi!” he gasped, clutching the wound.

“Exactly what I feel,” Will moaned. “My leg is killing me. Why the heck did I let you smoke me up last night? My stomach feels like it’s going to explode.” The teen lamented, rolling on his side and curling into a fetal position.

“Because I’m charming and irresistible and you know it.” Jack smiled and cuddled up behind the youth, effectively spooning him, and nuzzling the back of Will’s neck and causing the teen to squeal.

“You suck.” Will said, smiling shyly before turning around to face the older man. “Is it normal to be this groggy the next day? I’d hate to think I have a brain tumor or something.” Jack chuckled and kissed the teen’s forehead.

“Yes it’s normal. Just take it easy today and you’ll be fine. I’ve got something I need to take care of anyway. Can I trust you not to try and run home while I’m gone?” Will shrugged and rubbed their noses together.

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and find out,” he whispered, bringing their lips together in a soft kiss. Jack growled lustfully and pulled Will’s body closer to him, running his hands up and down the smooth skin of his lover’s back.

“You’re evil, aren’t you? Some test sent here by my bad karma.” Will just laughed and cuddled closer. “Oh god, any more of this cuddling crap and I’ll end up one of those wimpy sensitive boys I used to beat up in high school.” Jack groaned, fully enjoying having the youth in his arms.

“You shouldn’t beat people up for being nice.”

“Yes mother.” Jack teased. “Man, I could lie in bed all day, but I /do/ have things to do, so be good and be here when I get back.” He gave Will one more peck on the lips before he moved away and started to get dressed.

“How long will you be gone?” Jack paused in his dressing and shrugged.

“Shouldn’t take more than a few hours. Rent some movies, order some bon-bons, act like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman for all I care, just don’t leave the hotel and don’t call anyone you know. I don’t want you being recognized.”

Will frowned, but nodded. It was true he had to stay incognito.

“Okay… maybe I’ll try to find something educational. I’ve missed so much school.” He played with the bedspread and hummed slightly.

“Are you a saint or something? You got kidnapped! Work it for all it’s worth!” He quickly finished dressing, wearing a black silk shirt with a red dragon design on it and his usual black leather pants. “Have /fun/! None of this education crap, I like my working girls dumb and easy.” He winked and blew his giggling companion a kiss before he hurried out the door. Will laughed and watched him go before rolling over and going back to sleep.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Jack stood in the phone booth, bouncing from foot to foot nervously. He was worried about what Ana Maria would have to tell him when he called. Not to mention it was taking forever for her to pick up the bleedin' phone!

“Answer the damn phone you-…”

“You what?!” Ana’s angry voice asked over the phone as she unexpectedly picked up mid-insult. She heard Jack bumbling over an explanation and smiled. “You stupid twat. Where are you? Is Will safe?”

“What do you care?”

“I care since I have his sister bunking with me! Great minds think a like, eh? It must be my unending adoration for you, Jackie.” she teased. Jack heard another voice in the background perk up the moment his name was mentioned, there was some struggling and arguing and then a more high-pitched voice came over the phone.

“Where are you?! Let me talk to Will!” Elizabeth’s angry voice demanded. Jack held the phone back from his ear and scowled at it. No one talked to him like that.

“Who the fuck is this?!”

“This is Elizabeth, his sister, now let me talk to him!”

“He’s not with me right now.”

“Then where is he?!”

“At the hotel, safe and sound. Put Ana Maria back on or I’m hanging up!” Jack shouted. He had no patience for frantic family members when he wasn’t getting any money out of it. He heard some muffled cursing from Elizabeth and then Ana’s voice came back onto the line. “What was that all about?”

“She’s worried about her brother’s safety and you should be too.” She took a deep breath and then sighed. “Jack… I had a run-in with Norrington. He knows you were in Port Royal, that you have Will, and he’s after you both. He probably wants to collect the ransom to help pay off your debt. You have to be extra careful, Jack. He means to /kill/ you!”

“I already knew that! Why do you think I left in the first place, what I don’t get is how he knows /I’m/ the one with Will.”

“He found Gibbs or Gibbs found him. They may be working together… watch your back.” Jack felt himself go pale and he swallowed hard at the mention of two of his enemies teaming up together.

“Thanks for the warning lass. Any good news?” he asked, trying to pretend he wasn’t scared out of his gourd.

“Only that I survived my brush with Norrington and that he doesn’t know who Elizabeth is.” she paused as if collecting her thoughts. “Jack, don’t do anything stupid, okay? Do what’s best for /both/ of you… even if it isn’t what you want.” she said in a caring-but-stern voice. Jack frowned and felt moisture prick at his eyes. How could she say that to him… even if it was true?

“You know what? Just because my mother’s dead doesn’t mean the position is open!” he shouted slamming the phone on the hook. He punched the glass on the booth so hard it cracked. Pain shot through his hand and up his arm, but he welcomed it. At least now he had something to concentrate on instead of the turmoil in his head. He growled angrily and started walking down the street in a huff. He needed to clear his head before he went back to Will.

“They don’t know what they’re talking about. She’s fucking banging his sister! How’s that any better? She just wants me to bring him back so that her girlfriend will be happy!” He continued to mutter angrily to himself as he stormed down the busy street and made his way to the park. Some peace and quiet would be nice for a change.

*~*~*~*~*

When Jack finally made his way back to the hotel it was already dark outside. He felt bad about leaving Will alone for that long, but he figured they could use some private time. They were becoming too close and Jack was getting too attached. That was dangerous in their situation. Will was still basically his hostage to the rest of the world and it was inevitable that they would eventually have to part.

Plus, with Norrington and Gibbs after them, how long could he really keep the kid safe? He didn’t want to see the innocent hurt because of his own mistakes. Will wasn’t the one that borrowed money from a drug lord and a pissed off… whatever Gibbs was.

“Not a Christian enough man!” Jack chuckled, mimicking an old lady’s voice. He rolled his eyes and continued on his slow walk. He had spent so much time concentrating on his problems he was getting a headache. “Hamster must be tired,” he mused walking up the steps of the Hilton. He walked by the desk when he heard a familiar voice shout his name.

“Oh my god! Gilbert!” an over-excited female voice shouted. A bright red-haired woman stood behind the front desk, waving her arm like a jackass.

“We meet again you sex god!” came Billeh’s slick comment as he stepped in front of the moody biker. Jack looked up, astonished and slightly frightened.

“The name’s Peter, and I thought we left you three towns back?”

“Yeah, funny story,” she began, scratching her head. “Picture this,” she motioned with her arms as if displaying a picture. “Wizard of Oz meets Rocky Horror Picture Show.”

Billeh threw his hands in the air and flailed them wildly. "Thongs! Thongs everywhere! I’ll never be able to wear them again,” he sighed, pretending to wipe a tear. “But seriously… it was ugly, man.”

“So you did the tornado tango too, eh?” They nodded. “Well, I’m glad you’re not hurt. It’s a bit odd, but I’d rather deal with you than that balding fat fuck that checked us in.”

“Oh, Dr. Douche Bag? Yeah, he only works days. We’re the night shift,” she smirked, waggling her eyebrows. “There was no employment in Wolfeboro so we up and moved. Billeh wanted to try a motel so he could get tips and not wait tables.”

“Well it certainly wasn’t for the stunning uniforms.” Billeh groaned, looking at his bright red vest and gold buttons. “I look like bad wallpaper!” Jack smiled slightly, but he was very tired and wanted to get back to his room, so he bid them good night and promised to stop by another time. Billeh gave him a smooch goodbye, while his companion merely grabbed his ass when he hugged her, claiming she couldn’t resist a leather-clad booty.

When he finally made it up to his room all he wanted to do was pass out and forget everything that had happened. Perhaps one more joint - but then that was it! He walked in and headed straight for the living room. Sure enough the bottle he’d left there yesterday was still there, and open, just waiting for him.

“Praise Allah,” he sighed, taking a big swig. He looked around for his pintsized companion, but he wasn’t in the main living area. ‘Must be in the bedroom’, he thought, as he headed in that direction. When he got there, the bedroom was empty, but a dinner cart was there. It contained one empty plate with some bones and vegetable remnants and the other plate was still covered. He figured it must be for him so he lifted it up to find a plate of hot wings and a salad. He laughed, 'Looks like the kid was trying to compromise.' He sat down and actually ate all of it, suddenly realizing he hadn’t eaten breakfast, nor had he eaten last night.

When he finished, he stripped down to his boxers and walked over to the bathroom. He knocked softly on the door and heard the quiet response.

“Come in.”

He opened the door and found Will in the tub, completely submerged in bubble bath except for his knees and his arms, which held a sundae. Jack smiled at the sight and walked over with a hoity air about him, smirking. Will looked up guiltily, his mouth full of hot fudge and ice cream, “…what?” He swallowed and sucked on his bottom lip.

“That’s not very healthy,” Jack said, pretending to be disappointed. Will hung his head in shame and put it on the side of the tub.

“I know… but you said to have fun and I always see those movies with girls eating ice-cream in a bubble bath so I thought I’d try it. Plus my leg hurt and I wanted to soak it.”

Jack was trying to keep his face straight, but in sight of Will’s adorable expression it was extremely difficult. He knelt down next to the tub and picked up the spoon, scooped up a decent amount and lifted it up to Will’s lips, a goofy smug look on his face. He could see the sense of relief on the teen’s face as he took the spoonful into his mouth and swallowed, savoring the taste. Jack continued to feed him until there was none left, occasionally taking a mouthful himself.

“So how’s your bath?” Jack asked playfully, twirling a strand of Will’s hair around his fingers. Will blushed a little and looked over at him unsurely, a quiet battle in his mind.

“Better if you were with me,” he purred at last, looking at Jack boldly, trying to hide his fear of rejection. Jack had to work hard to hide his shock. He cleared his throat and looked at Will skeptically for a second. When he realized the teen wasn’t joking he grinned like a Cheshire cat.

“Your wish is my command.” He removed his boxers and stepped into the tub, sitting down so that he was nestled between Will’s legs, his back leaning against the teen’s chest. Will sighed and wrapped his arms and legs around the older man’s body. He nuzzled the older man’s neck and placed gentle kisses up and down it.

“You seem tense… what were you doing?” he asked, his voice soft and soothing as he took the loofa and started washing his lover while massaging his tense muscles. Jack moaned happily and closed his eyes, letting Will’s hands wash away the day. “I was starting to worry you were just going to leave me here and take off.” Will laughed to make it sound like a joke, but it was a genuine fear. Jack took Will's hand and pulled it to his mouth.

“I wouldn’t do that to you. I’d be upfront. To be honest, I wasn’t sure you’d still be here when I got back.” Will kissed Jack's cheek and rested his face on the older man’s shoulder so that their faces touched. Jack moved his hips ever so slightly to rub against Will’s sex in a teasing motion. The barely suppressed gasp told him he was hitting his target.

“Where would I go? My father hates me and I have no money. Face it, Jack, you’re all I have.” He meant it to be comforting, but his words had an unsettling effect on the biker. Was Will only here because he couldn’t leave? His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a moist tongue slide up his ear before his lobe was sucked into a hot mouth. Jack shivered and leaned into the touch. William may be shy, but whenever he came out of his shell it was always worth the wait.

“Jack… has it really been six months since you’ve had sex?” Will’s husky voice purred into his ear. All he could do was nod dumbly. “Want to change that?” Jack twisted his upper body around and looked at the youth’s lust clouded eyes, which caused his blood boil with need.

“If you’ll have me,” Jack breathed. His eyes searched Will's for any sign of hesitation or doubt, and finding none, he crushed their lips together quickly as though fearing the youth might change his mind. Will sighed in pleasure as Jack’s tongue entered his mouth and entwined with his, and the biker's own doubt melted away in the face of Will's passionate response.

Will felt the older man’s hands on his skin, setting it afire as the tepid bathwater lapped gently around them with each of their movements. Jack awkwardly rolled over to cover Will with his own body, sloshing some of the water over the side of the tub, but he broke the kiss with a groan of pain. “Shit!” he swore, holding his side and rolling back onto his back. “I can’t do this, mate… you have to be on top.”

“You mean… me… in - in you?!” Will gasped, utterly terrified by the idea. It had taken him forever to get up the balls to be the bottom, now Jack wanted him to be the leader?! “I can’t!”

“I don’t mean you /in/ me, I just mean you on top, like when a woman’s on top. I don’t bottom anymore.” He pulled himself slowly from the tub and started to towel off. “Come on, let's go to the bed, the water’s getting cold and all my supplies are in there anyway.”

He offered Will a hand, but the teen waved him away, afraid of hurting him again, and stood carefully. But as he stepped from the tub, leading with his injured ankle, he gave a little cry and fell forward. Jack caught him but Will's wet body, slick as a seal, almost slipped from his grasp and he was forced to take most of Will's weight to keep them both from falling. Though he managed to catch Will, it caused a flare of pain in his side and he hissed as he helped Will regain his balance.

Will went bright red and apologized profusely as he clung to Jack's arms, helping the older man remain upright, but Jack instantly forgot his pain as he looked into those adorable chocolate eyes and felt the wet warmth of the youth's naked body against his bare chest. He wrapped Will in his arms and kissed him deeply, silencing him mid-stammer as they picked up where they had left off in the tub. They touched and kissed until Will gave a little shiver and Jack realized they were both still wet. He released Will cautiously, making sure he was okay to stand on his own, then handed him a towel. Will dried his body as Jack used another to gently dry the teen’s hair.

He heard Will’s slight squeal of discomfort and moved the towel so that he could see the young face concealed beneath it. Will was staring up at him, his big brown eyes full of awe. Jack leaned down and pressed their lips together in a tender kiss as he pulled Will into his arms again. Eventually, they made their way to the bed, still sloppily kissing and touching they went. Once the mattress hit the back of Will’s legs, he fell back onto the mattress and looked up seductively at the aroused biker standing over him.

Jack licked his lips in anticipation, but reminded himself there were still preparations to make and he went quickly to his duffle bag and pulled out some condoms and lube. He then hurried back to the bed and crawled up next to his timid young lover. He placed the supplies on the nightstand and took the willing youth into his arms again, kissing him fiercely. Will's small twinge of misgiving melted away as Jack’s hand roamed over his body, gently stroking and easing his muscles.

When Jack felt his lover relax, he leaned over and, idly stroking one of Will's dark nipples, took up the lube and managed to open it and coat his fingers one-handed. The action reminded Will that Jack had bedded many partners before him and would probably bed many more after. For a moment, the thought entered his mind that perhaps Jack only wanted him because there was no one else available. Then he thought of how Jack had saved him, twice, and how he had hustled him out of town when Governor Swann - he could no longer think of him as 'father' - had rejected him so cruelly. Jack had shown he wanted him in ways no one ever had, not even Lizzie, bless her. Though he did not fully understand his attraction to the odd biker, he was coming to believe Jack would never hurt him.

Jack mistook Will's sudden blush as a sign of discomfort with what wer were about to do. He paused and looked at the youth reassuringly. "I'll be okay, luv, I won't hurt you. I'm not saying it won't hurt now, mind you, just that I won't hurt you. Understand?"

Will nodded and his blushed deepened. "I trust you, Jack," he said softly and the biker smiled, showing his gold teeth, then gave him a quick kiss.

Jack made sure he had a generous amount of lube on his fingers because of Will’s lack of partners. He wanted this to be as painless as possible, considering Will's previous unhappy experience. Jack rubbed a hand along the teen's thigh to distract him as he circled Will’s opening slowly. When he saw Will was doing all right, he pushed in his index finger. Will gasped at the sensation and Jack pulled out immediately.

“Are you okay?”

Will nodded and licked his kiss-swollen lips. “Yeah, it’s just a little odd… don’t stop.” He closed his eyes and leaned in to suck at Jack’s nipple. The older man moaned loudly and twisted his free hand in the dark, wet tendrils of Will's hair. He then slowly slipped in another finger and began to scissor them slowly. Will came back up to the biker’s face and started kissing him again. Jack sucked on Will’s neck to help distract him from the extra finger. He moved them in deeper and brushed against the teen’s gland, causing the youth to throw his head back and moan wantonly.

“What is that?” Will gasped, looking at the other man in wonder. “Avery never hit that…” Jack felt his heart clench at the mention of Will’s rapist, but he put it away, this was a time for tenderness, not rage.

“Don’t think about him, I’m not him. This will be different.”

“I… I know that… I don’t know why, but I do.”

Jack added a third finger continuing to hit Will’s sweet spot over and over, almost sending the youth over the edge. Will was panting so much he was having trouble concentrating on pleasing Jack. Their erections were rubbing together, providing merciful friction and causing Will’s eyes to roll back into his skull. This was nothing like his first time; this was what he’d always thought it would be like. Jack wasn’t exactly the partner he had envisioned, but he was doing all the right things.

He mewled in disappointment when Jack removed his fingers, sucking on the older man’s neck in an attempt to encourage him. Jack rolled onto his back and motioned for Will to straddle him. Will gulped nervously, but he did it. Jack handill ill the condom and raised his eyes in question.

“Would you like to do the honors?” Will smiled and blushed slightly. He felt Jack’s hands running up and down his back and sides, making him feel comfortable. He put the condom on with minimal difficulty and then lubed it up. Jack noticed Will’s hands were shaking and his body was racked with tremors. “What’s the matter, precious?” Will looked up briefly only to look back down.

“It’s… I… well…” He twisted his s tos together and shrugged.

“You can tell me,” Jack prompted, stroking the teen’s face gently. Will blushed deeper and spoke softly, practically mumbling.

“It’s just, I’ve never done this before… and what if I’m really bad at it?”

Jack had to chuckle at the insecurity. He remembered his own first time, though of course it was long since history. He pulled Will in for a reassuring kiss and pressed their foreheads together.

“I’ll guide you. And I haven’t had any tail in six months, so you could be the worst lover ever and I would still build a shrine to you.” His comment made Will laugh, making the youth feel better about the entire situation. “Ready?” Jack asked. Will nodded. “Okay, this will hurt for a little bit, but don’t panic, you're in control so take it slowly… it will get better and you’ll feel like you did with my fingers in you.” He saw the tension on Will’s face and he kissed him again.

“Oh yeah… the most important part? /Relax!/” he teased, rubbing their noses together in an Eskimo kiss. Will chuckled and nodded. He let Jack guide his hips up and, at Jack's instruction, took the biker's slippery erection into his hand and lined it up with his equally slick entrance. He lowered himself slowly, feeling the discomfort as his opening stretched to accommodate Jack's hardness.

Whenever it began to feel painful, he would stop and look at Jack apologetically, then move down a bit more. Finally, there came a moment when he knew that he could no longer avoid the inevitable and he slid down, shutting his eyes and breathing hard against the pain. His erection wilted a little, but Jack's hands came to the rescue, fondling him, stroking him, and easing the pain into pleasure. The feelings within his trembling body grew as he continued to slowly impale himself on the biker’s turgid sex. When he was completely sheathed, Jack held one hand on his hip to keep him in place while running his other hand up Will's chest.

The teen gave a soft pleasured moan and opened his watery eyes, looking down to see Jack’s gentle face looking at him with desire and understanding. Jack wiped away the few stray tears that fell from those chocolate pools of innocence he’d come to love so much.

“I-I think I’m ready,” Will whispered.

Jack placed both hands on Will's sides and urged him into motion, helping him angle himself in a way that would bring them both ecstasy. It was slow at first, but soon the whimpers, mewls, and gasps of discomfort were replaced with howls of pleasure. Before long, Will was moving on his own, quickly setting up a moderate rhythm. The sounds of their heavy breathing and moaning mingled with the squelch of the lube as Jack's hands slid hungrily over the youth's body. Jack thrust up as best he could, though with his injury it wasn't much, but it was mostly up to Will to set the pace. In a way it was better, Will had been taken advantage of so many times, had so many things forced on him, it was good for him to take some control over them to restore his confidence.

Jack saw the look in his lover’s eyes and knew the teen was getting close, as was he. Taking Will's dripping, bobbing erection in his hand, he stroked rapidly and firmly. He felt Will's body clench around him, and the teen's seed shot out onto Jack's chest and stomach. Jack moaned and released Will's sex as his own orgasm exploded into the condom. Will fell forward, his hands on either side of Jack, panting and shaking, and Jack pulled him into a kiss, swallowing the last of the youth's cry of pleasure. They shared a hard, deep kiss; the lack of air making Will lightheaded, until their mutual passions cooled and the aftershocks of their orgasms rippled gently through their bodies.

Jack pulled back and brushed a sweat-soaked strand of Will’s hair from his face before running his knuckles down the smooth cheek.

“You’re beautiful, precious.” He smiled as he saw the joy in Will’s eyes at the compliment before gently rolling them onto their sides so he could pull out. Jack expertly chucked the condom into the trash bin then rolled onto his back with a satisfied sigh. Will cuddled up next to him; resting his body on Jack’s uninjured side.

They lay there in the dim lights of the bedroom, covers pulled to their waists, Jack making small patterns on Will’s still-slick back. He had an odd expression on his face, one of worry. His fears from before had come back to him and he couldn’t help but wonder about Ana’s words and the one’s Will had spoken earlier. He looked down and saw that his lover’s eyes were closed, but he could still be awake.

“Will?” His voice was small and vulnerable, not at all like it usually was.

“Mmm?” Came the drowsy reply.

“You want to be with me right?”

“Mmhmm.” Came the reply, this time even more sleepy. Jack had to collect himself a few moments before he could get his next question past the lump in his throat. Why was this so hard? He didn’t even want the brat around in the first place.

“Will… if… if you could go home again… would you?” He held his breath for the reply.

Mmm? Mmhmm …”

Jack actually felt his eyes water, but he held the tears back. He continued to draw nonsensical patterns on the smooth expanse of Will’s back, enjoying the warmth as long as he had it.

He sighed worriedly and frowned in thought, feeling suddenly out of his depth. He couldn't tell Will about his call to Ana, but he knew what Norrington was capable of. How could he keep the kid with him, knowing he was putting him in danger? The teen's S.O.B. of a foster father might not care about him, but Jack did. And even if Swann said he didn't want Will back, they couldn't run forever, someone was bound to catch on. On the other hand, the kid was fairly well disguised and no one knew what direction they had gone, so there was no real hurry to make a decision just yet.

But Jack knew their time was growing short, and though he tried to tell himself that the reason he was reluctant to send Will home was that he didn't want to see all that lovely reward money go to the likes of Norrington, deep down, he knew the truth. He closed his eyes and flung his arm over his face. 'It's for his own good,' he reminded himself. 'Do what's best for him, even if it's not what you want.' Next time he saw Ana, he'd make her pay for that remark!


Tbc…


I have to thank my buddy Mike for making the love scene as nice as it is. I basically handed him and outline of a sex scene, very mechanical and boring and he made it tender, so many, many, many thanks to him because he’s the nicest person ever!

And a special announcement to you all: I have decided on the name of the sequel to this lovely story. It will be called “And The Reason Is You” inspired by the song by the same name I think… it’s by Hooba Stank or however you spell them and I think it just fits them really well. I heard it, ironically enough, for the first time coming back from NH on spring break, which was exactly how I started this story in the first place; on the road back from NH. So yeah, it completely smacked me in the head and I was like “IT’S FUCKING PERFECT!!!”

Totally scared the people around me at the rest stop. Well, now I can’t listen to it without thinking about this story. So yeah, look for it! When this is over anyway. ^_^





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