Aces and Moonshine

            Will couldn’t believe it, but there he was. Pale skin, almost ghostlike, black hair and
green eyes, accompanied by a crisp bellhop uniform and cap. That was Louie, alright. Without a
doubt. And when he came sidling out of those revolving doors, Will was torn between kissing
him and killing him. The man had been a jerk. A real jerk.

            A helluva lay, but a real jerk.

            Reaching down to grab Jacks suitcase, Louie looked toward will. The smirk on his lips as
his eyes trailed up his body made Will shiver. That was the same smirk he’d hit him with the
night they met. And when his eyes found Will’s face, they went wide with recognition. Will
knew he was going to say his name, so he put a finger to his lips, nodding in Jacks direction. The
oblivious Sparrow was chatting with Annie a couple of feet away, not paying the slightest bit of
attention to them.

            He slowly moved toward Jack, though his heart was quickening with every step. Jack was
pure sex. He didn’t know how he was going to keep his hands to himself during their stay. Had it
been anyone other than Jack Sparrow, he would’ve at least flirted a little. But, just his luck, it
was the infamous bootlegger, and there was nothing he could do about it.

            Definitely nothing he could do about it.

            He tapped Jack on the shoulder, and watched as he turned to face him with a toothy grin.
“Whadaya need, kiddo?”

            “Oh, um, I was just going to ask the bellhop to take me to the room. Just telling you
where I’m goin’, is all.” Jack looked at him funny for a second, then nodded, turning back to
Annie.

            Will turned back to Louie, and motioned toward the revolving doors. Louie took the hint
and carried the suitcase through. When Will caught up, they walked in silence until they reached
the elevator. The elevator boy took them to the seventh floor, where there were four humongous
suites. Louie unlocked the door to room 603, and held it open for Will. He felt eyes on his back,
and looked around carefully. Then, seeing there was no one in the hall, he shut the door behind
him, and dropped the luggage on the floor.

            “Will! I can’t believe it! Is it really you?!” he exclaimed, coming closer to his former
lover.

            “It’s me, alright. Or were you having trouble remembering my name? Considering your
sex life, it wouldn’t be shocked.” Will answered snidely.

            “C’mon, baby, don’t be like that!” Coming closer, Louie began to back Will into the wall.
Very reminiscent of the first night they’d had sex.

            “You can’t deny it, Will. We’ve got somethin’ here.” Louie had said, moving closer to
Will. Will, deciding to play coy, backed up against the wall.

            “What’ve we got?” he asked, grinning innocently.

            “A little something...” He ran a hand down Will’s cheek, and slowly reached to pull
down a suspender. “...called Sexual Tension. It’s a real annoyance. A lot of people can sense it,
and it really bugs them.”

            “Well...” Will closed his eyes as Louie kissed lightly down his neck, his breathing getting
heavy. “I certainly...” he hissed with pleasure as he began to suck and nip the juncture between
his neck and collarbone. “...don’t want to annoy anybody.”

            Louie began to unbutton his shirt. “So, what are we gonna do about it, huh?” he asked
Will, his voice growing hoarse and the bulge in his pants growing obvious. Will reached down
while Louie wasn’t looking, and cupped his erection. Louie’s eyes became dark with passion,
and he growled into Will’s neck, biting a tiny bit too hard.

            “I guess, if it’s Sexual tension, we should have sex, shouldn’t we?” Will breathed into his
ear.

            The other suspender fell.

            “Will?” Louie was close enough to touch, and Will snapped out of his daze, and slipped
out of his grasp, away from that damn wall.

            “I’ll tell you what’s going on later. Be in the cocktail lounge at seven-thirty. Order my
favorite. Then, we’ll talk.” He didn’t care if he was the best sex he’d ever had. He was still a jerk.
And jerks like him could only be considered if they remembered your favorite drink after a year
had past since ordering it.

            “Sure thing.” He was about to leave, before he turned around. “Still got that Hot Hand?”
he asked, grinning.

            Will smiled. “Like fire, Lou. Plain fire.” he said softly, then laughed. “Now, beat it. I’ll
see ya tonight.”

            Louie’s grin was still in place as the door shut behind him.

                                                                            ***

            Jack Sparrow had always been a good sneak. Had no idea where the skill came from, but
he always was. He always had excellent hearing, and the ability to move quickly and silently.
Where he got it from was anyone’s guess. Including his own.

            So, when Will had claimed the bellhop was going to show him to their room, and he’d
heard that voice go extra cool, he knew how to follow. He took the stairs and got up just in time
to see the bellhop checking the hallway for people. He saw the door shut, and quickly moved
beside the door, perking his ears to see what he could hear. He heard the thud of his bag dropping
to the floor, and listened.

            “Will! I can’t believe it! Is it really you?!” The bellhop sounded far too excited for it to be
a simple companion he was speaking to. Perhaps a relative? Jack asked himself, for some reason
not wanting to think of the obvious option.

            “It’s me, alright. Or were you having trouble remembering my name? Considering your
sex life, it wouldn’t be shocked.” Jack chuckled to himself. Old lovers, then. Okay. For some
reason, the thought still didn’t sit well with him.

            He heard footsteps, two sets of them. “C’mon, baby, don’t be like that!” Jack snorted to
himself. He was starting to dislike this fella.

            There was silence for a few seconds. “Will?” Jack immediately found himself on edge.
What had he done? Why wasn’t Will talking? But he heard more footsteps, and soon, Will’s
voice.

            “I’ll tell you what’s going on later. Be in the cocktail lounge at seven-thirty. Order my
favorite. Then, we’ll talk.”

            Jack ducked in a near corner as soon as he heard the door start to open. “Sure thing. Still
got that Hot Hand?”

            Hot Hand? The kid gambles? Jack was a little stunned by the thought.

            He heard Will say something about fire, then tell the guy to scram. The bellhop left the
room, never noticing Jack, or his glare.

            The kid’s a homo, like me, AND a gambler?! Christ, I gotta find out more about this. I
don’t even know his real NAME!

            Jack decided he would follow Will ‘Brown’ that night. There were a few questions he
needed answered.