Leave Me Lying Here

Title: Leave Me Lying Here (21/?) 08/23/03

Author: Lydia NightShade (nightshade10312001@yahoo.com)

Pairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Swearing, angst, some fluffy-muffy sap crap, rimming, and cheesy porn dialogue…

Disclaimer: HA! I nothnothing! 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 and Mike

Feedback: Don’t make me go kamikaze on yo ass!

Summary: This chapter’s a little slow, but the action picks up again soon… next chapter to be precise… well as long as I get it all out right. So don’t give up! I promise more action, life threatening situations, angst and all that jazz.

Author’s Notes: Oh yeah! I was sitting here staring at the screen wondering what the fuck it was I wanted to say *smacks forehead* Duuuurrrr! Yes, just because I’m bringing up the sequel doesn’t mean this story’s almost done. I’m serious; I’ve got lots still in store for our babies! Muwahahahahahahahahaa! Norrington’s issues will not be FULLY resolved until the sequel, but I’ve got a lot of shiznit to tie up and take care of before I get to the end of this puppy. *comic book store man voice* Longest story ever…

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

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The couple lay quietly in their bed. Will had rolled over so he was facing away from Jack and cuddling the blankets to himself. Jack was still on his back, sprawled out in his own unique fashion, snoring rather loudly. He began to stir and twitch, his face crinkling up in worry and fear. He started moaning in discomfort and moved his arms, mumbling protests as he went
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“No…” He started to twist more, waking the young man next to him. “NO!”

“Jack!” Will’s worried voice called, shaking the older man. Jack eyes burst open to see his young companion looking at him with concern, his eyes wide and alarmed. He wiped at the biker’s sweaty brow and spoke soft words of comfort. The older man looked at him in confusion for a moment before his eyes cleared and the nightmare dissipated. “Are you okay?”

“Um… just ducky.” he said, his voice hollow and empty, “Just some old ghosts.” He ran his hand down the side of his youthful lover’s face and found a cut, followed by a nasty bruise. He jerked his hand away and sat up as quickly as his injury would allow. “What the devil is this?! When did you get that?” he asked frantically. Will looked at him oddly before frowning.

“Don’t you remember? That Peter guy caught me using his credit card and beat the snot out of me. I can’t believe you’ve forgotten it.”

Jack looked at him as if he were mad, taking in the boy’s appearance for the first time. He noticed many bruises all over the teen’s body, ugly bruises, and welts as well.

“My God, how could someone do this to you?”

“Happens all the time around you, thought you liked it that way.” Will said nonchalantly. Jack opened his mouth to protest, but there was a knock at the door. Before he could say anything, Will hopped off the bed and started heading for it.

“I’ll get it.” Will said brightly.

Jack tried to grab the teen’s arm, a feeling of dread in his stomach.

“No! Will, wait!” Jack called after him, scrambling to catch up with his lover. However, the covers seemed to take on a life of their own and refused to disentangle from his body. By the time he’d freed himself and made it to the hall, he saw William opening the door to find James Norrington on the other side, a smug grin on his face.

“Will, get away from there!” Jack screamed, his panic evident. His lover turned to look at him, a confused smile on his face. Then he heard it, the deafening sound of a forty-five millimeter going off. He felt the hot spray of his lover’s blood as it splashed his face and saw the look of shock and pain hit the youth.

“J-Jack…” Will breathed, starting to fall forward. Jack moved to catch him, but he couldn’t make it in time and William hit the floor, his body breaking into tiny pieces. Jack fell to his knees, tears welling in his eyes.

“That was fun,” Norrington’s slick voice cackled as he stared down at his broken enemy. Jack looked up in despair and watched as Norrington and his thugs laughed and disappeared into black vapors. He remained on the floor staring at the broken pieces of his innocent companion. He whimpered in grief as he fervently began to try to put the pieces back together, tears rolling down his face.

“Done it again, haven’t you baby brother,” a sly female voice said apathetically. Jack looked up to see a woman with brown wavy hair and grey eyes looking at him with his same smirk. She was petite and dressed in a white tank top and a pair of faded blue jeans.

“M-Maggie?” he gasped, looking at her with unbelieving eyes. He shook his head and started scooting back across the floor. “No, no you’re dead!” he shouted. “You’re dead!”

“I know, such a drag really. But I wouldn’t have been if you could take better care of those you love.” She laughed and nodded to the shattered pieces of William Swann. “It’s really rather amusing to watch you fuck up over and over. First you couldn’t protect mom, then you let me get involved with that asshole Benjamin and didn’t do anything. Now look what you’ve done to this poor innocent. He looked to you for safety and you got him killed.”

“I… I didn’t mean to…” he insisted, his voice trembling, still holding the pieces in his hands.

“I… I didn’t mean to! Wah, wah, wah!” his sister mocked, leaning over him and laughing. “You’re so pathetic Jackie! You always have been! Can’t take care of anyone—not even yourself, you worthless, sniveling excuse for a man!”

“STOP IT!” Jack’s screeched, covering his ears and closing his eyes.

He popped open his eyes as he shot up in bed, his body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. His breath was shallow and panicked. Jack ran a hand down his fand snd sniffled, some tears still in his eyes. That had been his most vivid nightmare yet. He turned to find Will still sound asleep, still wrapped up in the overstuffed comforter. He looked so fragile and naïve it made Jack want to weep.

“Thank the gods,” he breathed, pulling the teen into his arms and holding him tightly against his chest. Will mewled and cracked open his eyes briefly, smiling tiredly before snuggling in closer.

“Mm, warm,” he mumbled contentedly, kissing Jack’s chest before he fell back to sleep. Jack placed a soft kiss against his lover’s forehead and breathed in the younger man’s scent, trying to chase away the bad dreams. He felt his tremors slowly subsiding as he ran his fingers through the silky curls and breathed in the unique scent that was William Turner.

*~*~*~*~*

Will awoke slowly, his eyes opening groggily to see Jack still sleeping. He wanted to ask why the older man had woken him earlier, but it didn’t seem important anymore. Just staring at the biker’s slack features while, for once, he was able to sleep peacefully, seemed to be the most important thing.

He was still having trouble believing what had actually happened between them last night. Had he really willingly made love with his kidnapper?

‘Made love? Since when do you use that expression for casual sex?’ Will shrugged it off, not wanting to delve too deeply into those questions and thoughts. Jack’s strong arms were still wrapped around him protectively and that was the best feeling of his life. That was what he wanted to concentrate on. He had just had the best night of his life and was sleeping in a four-star hotel suite with a dashing, handsome man that cared enough to let him take control. Why sour that with worries of where they would go next?

‘I just want to be happy for once’, Will thought solemnly, as he gazed at the older man. He brushed aside a jeweled dreadlock and started to kiss his sleeping lover softly. Jack made a small noise of protest as he woke, but soon caught on and reached up to pull Will closer, deepening the kiss.

“You should do that every morning, sexy baby,” the biker replied sleepily. He twirled his fingers into Will’s silky curls and placed light kisses all over his face. Will sighed and moved in closer to the older man, enjoying the affection. “You’re beautiful when you first wake up—hair mussed from sex, my scent aver ver you, and completely nakey!” he teased, rolling them so he could lie on top of Will, nestled between his smooth legs.

“I thought you were too sore to be on top,” Will laughed, moaning as the older man leaned down to kiss him. His moaning increased as Jack started to swivel his hips causing them to rub against one another. Jack chuckled lecherously against the teen’s soft lips and pulled back only eh toh to speak.

“Only for heavy activity,” he purred, before licking Will’s lips playfully and increasing the movement of his hips. Will closed his eyes and continued kissing the older man. It was torturously slow, but incredibly erotic. Slowly their breathing became heavier, and Will began grinding up in a desperate attempt to get more friction. Jack found himself smiling and moaning at all the tiny mewls and whimpers that escaped his lover’s throat, noises which were subsequently swallowed by his own mouth.

They continued to move together in an equally arousing and maddening way. Jack pulled away from Will’s swollen lips and moved to the teen’s dusky nipples, tracing them with the tip of his tongue in a teasing motion. Will arched into the touch, mewling wantonly and gasping for more contact. He dug his fingers into the biker’s thick dreads and twisted his body in an attempt to get more contact. The youth was so animated that he almost accidentally bucked Jack right off him.

“Careful now, little one… I’m an injured man,” Jack panted jovially, swiping back the sweaty hair from Will’s face. Will frowned nervously, but his eyes were still clouded with lust.

“S-sorry… I just… I need…”

“Shhhh… I know what you need.” Jack silenced him with a fierce kiss before he trailed a line down Will’s jaw, to his neck, chest, stomach, and thighs. When he got to the smooth expanse of a pale inner thigh, he nibbled lightly on the sensitive flesh, causing his lover to squeal. Jack purposefully ignored Will’s throbbing sex and instead ran his finger teasingly over the sacs underneath. Just some feather light touches to make Will pulse with need.

“You’re beautiful like this you know.” Will looked down at him pleadingly, his shaft already dripping. Jack knew what he wanted, but he had something else in mind for the youth. He took hold of Will’s thighs and lifted them up to expose his opening. “What do you taste like, precious?” he asked huskily, darting his tongue out to trace the teen’s hole. Will let out a startled gasp at the thought and shuddered, his thighs quivering with need and excitement.

“A-are you s-sure?” he questioned, his voice quavering with insecurity and arousal. A mischievous grin spread over the biker’s face, showing off his gold crowned teeth.

“Oh yeah, I’m sure.” He leaned back down and started to lick Will again, slowly pushins tos tongue further inside his lover’s hot, tight body.

“Oh fuck! Oh shit!” Will panted, alternating between fisting the sheets and covering his face. He didn’t seem to know what to do with all himself. Jack had to increase his grip just to keep the youth in place in order to do his job.

It wasn’t long before Will climaxed violently in large copious gobs, his entire body tingling hotly. Jack crawled back up the youth, grinning like a Cheshire cat. He kissed Will tenderly and ran his fingers up and down his sides. It took a few moments before Will’s eyes focused again and recognition lit his gaze. He instantly felt Jack’s still pulsating need against his body and rolled the biker onto his back.

“What are you doing?”

“What I wanted to do that night we got high,” Will answered simply, before taking the older man into his mouth. Jack groaned deep in his throat and bucked up on reflex. He heard the slight gagging noise and cringed.

“Sorry about that, luv. It’s been a while.” Will rolled his eyes, but went back to his task anyway. He started to kiss up the side of Jack’s shaft before suckling the head and then finally swallowing him as much as he could. “Mm, very good… oh, Will” he sighed, as the teen rolled his tongue around the tip. “I’m… haaaa…” He pulled Will off his sex just before it exploded. Will watched the fountain of fluid with fascination, tracing patterns in it on Jack’s chest once it was finished.

“I would have swallowed.” he mumbled, lying down next to Jack.

“It’s not safe.”

“You swallowed me.”

“That’s different. You haven’t been a whore, like me,” Jack chuckled. “I don’t remember the last time I got tested. I don’t want to give you anything.” Will’s eyes lit up at the concern he heard in Jack’s voice and he smiled. Jack caught it and darted his eyes away, squirming in discomfort. “Not that I care, I just don’t want your daddy getting all pissed at me and pressing charges when they catch us,” he said dismissively.

“/When/ they catch us?” Will asked, his voice somewhat shocked. Jack just shrugged.

“It’s inevitable, precious.” Will frowned and wrapped his arm around Jack’s torso.

“I don’t wanna go back… I want to see Lizzie, but… but… they all hate me there.ant ant to stay with you—have adventures.” Jack patted Will’s head and smiled at the sentiment.

“Life on the road isn’t all fun and games, William. There're cnighnights, little food, constant moving and changing. You’re too young for that, you need stability.” He felt Will’s grip on him increase and couldn’t help but to squeeze back. “Let’s just enjoy what we have now, savvy?” Will sniffled slightly, but nodded.

“Savvy,” he murmured, snuggling up to Jack and intertwining their legs. He lay quiet for a moment before whispering indignantly, almost as if it was meant only for his ears. “I /would/ be able to handle it.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

It had been about two weeks that the gruesome twosome stayed in the classy hotel, fully exploring each other’s bodies. Jack had taught his young protégé the ways of the flesh and Will was more than eager to learn. They had broken in every room in almost every position. They had also finished the rest of the pot. Jack had been down to see their friends during the nightshift in an attempt to get more, but they didn’t have any, losing their connections when they moved.

Will had invited them up for visits during the day, since they were the only ones Jack allowed him to see. Not that he knew anyone else anyway. He spent the majority of his days hanging out the the two quirky clerks and most of his nights writhing in ecstasy. It was a great existence, but Will was getting bored. He didn’t like spending all his time cooped up in a hotel suite like a prostitute.

“Where do you think he goes all day?” he asked Billeh, who was munching on some combos that he brought up with him. He shrugged.

“I don’t know… biker bars? Gay bars?”

“You see, Jack is like the wind,” his female companion began before Billeh threw a pillow at her. (1)

“No! Not your damned ‘wind’ speech again!” He covered his ears and scowled at her. “It’s so fucking annoying, she tries to pretend she’s all amazing and philosophical, but the point dies before it’s ever really born.” Will chuckled at the redhead’s miffed expression. She opened her mouth as if to protest, but then quit.

“Okay yeah… so what?”

“You two are so silly. Thanks for spending time with me though. It gets pretty lonely up here all by myself.”

“All by my seee-elllf—don’t wanna be, all by my seeee-elllf anymooo-ooorre…” Both comrades burst into an off key rendition of B.J. Thomas' famous ballad. Will blushed, but laughed.

“You’re hopeless, both of you,” Will sighed, shaking his head in amusement.

“Yes, but that’s what makes us great.” Billeh responded,nninnning openly. He looked at his watch and jumped. “Shit! We gotta get back to work!” His companion groaned and threw the combos bag back on the bed.

“Aww crap!” She stood up and straightened her uniform vest and black velvet skirt. “Talk to you later, Willie.”

Will waved as they left, already feeling loneliness consume him. They rushed out the door, leaving silence in their wake. Will frowned and pulled the covers up to his chest. He was still naked from the night before, his visitors had taken on a double shift, thus surprising him with breakfast.

Will grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels; mostly infomercials and crappy talk shows. He grumbled, turned the brain puddifying machine off. He lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Finding the view boring, he closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

Suddenly, a small tickling sensation touched his nose, Will wiggled it to get rid of the feeling, but it was persistent. As he concentrated more on it he realized he felt little legs on his nose. Will’s eyes burst open and he screamed as he found two little eyes and furry antennae looking back at him. His exclamation startled the little moth, and it flew off his face and over to the desk.

“You scared the shit out of me you little bugger!” He rubbed his face reflexively, glaring at his tiny visitor. “Well, at least you weren’t a spider.” He shuddered at the thought as he slowly crept off the bed. Making sure the comforter was still wrapped around him he snatched up the tiny insect in his hand and headed for the balcony. “Back to Gandalf with you little buddy—tell him I said ‘hey'.” (2)

Will opened his hand, letting the moth fly out unharmed and back into the world below. He leaned against the railing, wrapping the fluffy comforter around his shoulders as he shivered. His hair was stmessmessy from Jack’s session the night before, but he felt strangely at peace. He was also happy that his hair was getting longer. It was almost back to his shoulders again. Jack kept threatening to cut it, but Will would just brush a part of the biker’s anatomy suggestively and suddenly the subject was forgotten. Fancy that!

The sun was setting, casting a beautiful array of colors across the skyline. Will pulled up one of the chairs from the small sitting area and nestled himself down, using the comforter as almost a cocoon. He watched the sky slowly darken and noticed other moths gathering around the street lamps as they started to come on, wondering if one of them was the one he rescued.

“And what is my little hostage doing out in the open?” Jack’s deep, gravely voice purred into his ear. Will shivered as his lover’s warm breath tickled the small hairs on his neck. He felt Jack’s hands slip down into the comforter and stroke his chest and stomach, warming his cooled skin.

“Mm,” Will moaned, leaning back so the older man could capture his lips. Jack continued to run his hands up and down the youth’s body causing him to mewl into his mouth. “Not outside,” Will breathed as he pulled back. Jack frowned, but nodded.

“Very well,” he chimed, scooping Will up into his arms causing the teen to squeal in surprise. “To the bootier!”

“Don’t you mean boudoir?” Will corrected, raising an eyebrow in question.

“Whatever, let us have the sex!” he proclaimed, tossing Will onto the bed and quickly pinning him down. “My wound’s fully healed and I can finally give you a good and proper fucking,” he growled, before kissing Will fiercely. Will wrapped his arms and legs around the older man and moaned, feeling his heart race at the promise.

Their heavy breathing and moaning filled the room and soon everything else was forgotten. The hunched figure on the roof of the building across the road finally stood, his camera reeling from automatically rewinding the film inside. His boss would be very happy to know about the new developments in Jack’s relationship with the boy. After all, in their business leverage was everything.

Tbc…

(1) “Jack is like the wind…”: Okay, this is probably not funny to anyone else, but what the hell, since I had to have the other note I thought I’d explain the back story to it. This is actually something I said. I was in a really fucked up situation and I had to explain why this one person was so openly manipulating my other friend. Now to tell him it was because he puts up with it and allowed said person to walk all over him just wasn’t making it through so I figured since logic wasn’t making sense, maybe nonsense would. That’s what I came up with… “You see… Jean Doe is like the wind…” I couldn’t get past that part before I dissolved into giggles. What can I say? I need logic…
(2) The moth and Gandalf reference: For my non-Lord of the Rings nuts out there. In "The Fellowship of the Ring", the movie, Gandalf is held captive in the second biggest bad guy's tower. He escapes by talking to this little moth and then sending it to find the Lord of the Eagles who he then hitches a ride from… I’m talking BIG BIRDS. It also comes back in "Return of the King"... made me smile. I like moths and I try not to kill them if I don’t have to, and yes I do talk to them… stop staring at me like that!