Leave Me Lying Here
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Jack/Will
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If I Just Lay Here
Finally! This sight has been giving me massive 'tude so I haven't been updating. I don't even remember the last one I posted. Yikes! Sorry, guys, nothing I could do about it. Not to mention I work now. Bleck...
I'M SORRY!! THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND REVIEWS!!!!!
Title: Leave Me Lying Here (34/?) 08/23/03
Author: Lydia Nightshade (nightshade10312001@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth
Rating: R
Warnings: Swearing, some gay bashing, non-con themes, kooky clerks again and horrible villianization of certain characters.
Disclaimer: HA! I own nothing! I’m a disillusioned college graduate with no future to speak of. 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! (Plot line and subsequent oddball random OC’s are mine though! Back off Disney!!)
Beta: Mistaya and Mike
Archive: My writing LJ www.livejournal.com/users/night_writes
Feedback: It’s the only thrill in my sad, pathetic, pirate slash obsessed little life... well, that and getting shit-faced on Captain n’ coke…. *innocent grin*
Summary: Bittersweet reunion and then more unbelievable, yet some how plausible misadventures by our favorite hottie boys and some more pointless comic relief from my OC’s. ^_^
Author’s Notes: I know, I know… I take forever. *bends over to accept the boot to her ass* Thanks to Juui-chan I have an angry sketch of Jack asking me why I’m not writing slash sticky noted to my computer desk. I talk to him… Just started a job subbing so I’m even more spazzy than normal lol! Young minds left in my hands for corruption… it’s beauteous.
Author’s Notes 2: BIG THANK YOU TO ALL THE PEOPLE THAT ARE STILL STICKING WITH THIS STORY AND STILL GIVING MY DUMBASS FEEDBACK! May Jack and/or Will flash you their goodies. *prods them*
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“J…Jack?” Will stammered, feeling his legs start to fail him. Jack ran to him and caught the teen before he could fall. Will stared at the older man, utterly confused and lost. It was Jack… holding him… just like he wanted, but—but he had said so many horrible things before. “I… I…” Unable to finish his sentence Will opted to smash their lips together. Fuck reason. Stunned by the boldness of the act, Jack took a moment to respond but it wasn’t long before he was eagerly returning the gesture.
“It’s like a fairy tale,” Billeh sighed, he and Julz leaning on each other, silly, sappy smiles on their faces. “You owe me ten bucks,” he muttered, turning to Lydia as she came out of the bar. The redhead promptly scoffed and started digging in her pockets.
“Fucking happy endings,” she groaned, but secretly happy for the couple. It was then that Will suddenly pushed Jack back from the passionate embrace, staring up at the older man with angry, hurt eyes.
“You abandoned me!” he yelled, suddenly pulling back and clocking the biker square in the nose with a strength neither knew he had. Jack went down like a sack of bricks, clutching his abused nose.
“I’m sorry…” came the mumbled, nasal response.
“You’re sorry? YOU DON’T ABANDON AN ORPHAN!” Will shouted, his hands balled into fists, his body shaking as he stood over Jack.
Lydia cackled and snatched her money back from Billeh. “HA! I was right!" Billeh rolled his eyes and sighed.
“So not fair, you know everything… it’s kinda creepy.”
“Isn’t it?” she added, a contemplative look on her face. “What can I say, I’m god.”
“Um… I don’t know if Jack can still breathe,” Julz added, obviously concerned. “He’s twitching… like a lot.”
“You left me! I can’t believe you fucking left me! How could you say those things to me after all I gave up for you, you fucking piece-of-shit-cock-sucking-asshole!” Will ranted, tears brimming in his eyes.
Jack looked silently up at him, holding his nostrils closed to stem the blood. What could he say? Will was right. Although he was starting to regret teaching the kid how to punch—Will must have been practicing.
“I thought I was doing the right thing! I thought you’d be safer if you were away from me and if you hated me then it’d be easier on you!” The fists stopped coming and Jack dared to look up at his very angry lover. Will was looking at him with disgust, hurt and disappointment… looks Jack knew well. He also knew the teen was waiting for an explanation.
“So I played the bastard. I thought if you hated me then you would get over me faster—think I was just another asshole that took advantage of you and move on much quicker. Maybe that was the wrong thing to do, but it was what it thought would be best for you.” Will sucked in his breath and shook his head, obviously in turmoil.
“God, Jack… you’re so stupid. You’re so fucking stupid!” He offered Jack a hand up. “Do you honestly think that I could hate you? Did you really think saying those… terrible, awful things to me would be better for me? Why couldn’t you just tell me the fucking truth?” Will demanded. “Didn’t I deserve that after all the shit we’ve been through?! You always do this!” He gave into his tears then and leaned into Jack, sobbing into his chest.
“I love you…” Will breathed. “…bastard.” he added, sniffling and holding on tighter. Jack laughed with relief, burying his face in Will’s curls. He placed a kiss on the top of Will’s head and wiped at his bloody nose.
“You have no idea how good that is to hear. I still love you too—I never stopped.” Will looked up, feeling regret for the blood he saw on Jack’s face. He smiled sadly and used his sleeve to wipe it away.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be—I deserved it.” Jack chuckled, leaning in for another kiss, this one tender and full of forgiveness and reassurance. In the background Billeh cleared his throat and held out his hand towards Lydia. He lifted his eyebrows in smug satisfaction as the now crumpled bill was placed back in his hand.
“Thank you! Guess we're not so godly after all, now are we?” Lydia stuck out her tongue, then turned her attention back to the two lovers.
“Whatever. I still get to watch them make out—that’s worth ten bucks.”
“Hell, it’s worth twenty,” Julz chimed in. The others nodded in agreement, quietly smoking and looking on.
“We’re just shameless perverts aren’t we?” Lydia snorted. They nodded, undisturbed. “As long as we’re all in agreement, then.”
Jack and Will were getting very heavy into the petting by this point, the pent up sexual frustration getting to both men. Will already had his leg wrapped around Jack’s waist as best he could, Jack’s hands holding onto the teen’s ass to help support him.
“Fuck, I missed you,” Jack moaned as his hands roamed over the lithe young body he knew so well. Moaning his agreement Will broke away and looked over at their audience.
“Um… can we go someplace more private?” Will mumbled, ducking when Jack tried to continue the make-out session.
“You could use my car.” Julz offered. “But no stains… that’s just gross.”
“We’ve got handicapped stalls that no one ever uses,” Billeh added. Will cringed at the latter suggestion, his inner snob getting the better of him.
“I’ll take the car,” he said, as Jack continued to nibble his way down the teen’s neck and reach inside Will’s pants. “NOW!” he groaned as Jack’s fingers brushed his growing hard-on.
“Okay, I’ll go get the driver!” Billeh chuckled darkly, running off towards the unsuspecting, sexy chauffeur. “I’ll get him liquored up and he'll be mine for the taking!”
“Go easy on him; I still need to get home after.” Julz shouted, following him towards her car. Lydia stood smoking her cigarette and enjoying the playfulness of her mates. No one noticed the car racing up from the street until the headlights blinded Jack and Will.
“Look out!” Lydia shouted as the vehicle raced towards the two. Jack had only a second to react and he shoved Will out of the way as the car struck him. He flew up onto the hood, crying out in pain. The car then screeched to a stop, sending him flying off.
“Holy shit!” Lydia whispered.
“JACK!” Will screamed, jumping up and running to his wounded lover. “Oh my god, are you okay? Speak to me!” Will was fussing over Jack so much he couldn’t even tell what was wrong. Tears clouded his eyes as he saw the bloody cut on Jack’s temple.
“Will?” Jack moaned. He was semi-conscious, looking up at Will. “Don’t cry, baby, takes more than that to kill ol’ Jack.” He heard footsteps and arguing in the background, then suddenly Will was pulled away from him. “Baby?”
“Get off me!” Will screamed, fighting the strong arms he recognized around him. He saw that he was being taken to the car that had just plowed over Jack and he renewed his struggles. “No! Let me go, fucker!” All his struggling was for naught as he still found himself stuffed into the luxury vehicle.
“Let him go! Ow!” Lydia shouted out before she went down and then doors slammed and the engine roared. Will turned to look out the back window at the rapidly retreating form of his lover still crumpled up on the ground reaching for him.
“Jack!” A sharp smack to the side of his face forced him back to facing forward.
“He can’t help you now, William.” Will looked up with fear, still holding the side of his face. It couldn’t be.
“Not you…” he moaned, feeling Bosun’s strong hand on his shoulder making sure he didn’t try anything funny. He was now sandwiched between his two worst enemies.
“What’s the matter? No love from my favorite student?” Avery’s slimy voice cooed. He ran a hand up Will’s thigh earning him a sharp slap. “Little brat!” He howled backhanding the youth.
“Stop it. You can do that on your own time.” Bosun barked. “We don’t have orders to molest him.” For the first time Will was actually glad to have the burly man around. Maybe he wouldn’t be raped… for now.
“Whatever. Let’s just get to the spot and get this over with.” Avery huffed. Barbossa had called him shortly after the teen had escaped. Barbossa had to deal with the police coming because of the alarm system going off and wanted them to grab Will before he got too far. It was just a bonus that he also got to take out his competition in the process.
“You won’t get away with this.” Will mumbled, not even sure of his own threat. Avery smirked.
“Sure we will, kid. You’re wanted for the murder of Governor Swann.”
Tbc….
Yes, the ever present evil cliffer that is me trademark. I know that in reality if Jack got hit by a car like that he’d never walk again, but I’m going to take artistic license and have him still pop back up and save the day so it’s suspension of disbelief time people!
Also must make a very special thanks to Mike who helped me fix this chapter up into something worth posting. It was a tad… okay very cheesy in parts. Anyway, lets give him a hand, yeah?
Hip hip!
I'M SORRY!! THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND REVIEWS!!!!!
Title: Leave Me Lying Here (34/?) 08/23/03
Author: Lydia Nightshade (nightshade10312001@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Jack/Will; Ana Maria/Elizabeth
Rating: R
Warnings: Swearing, some gay bashing, non-con themes, kooky clerks again and horrible villianization of certain characters.
Disclaimer: HA! I own nothing! I’m a disillusioned college graduate with no future to speak of. 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! (Plot line and subsequent oddball random OC’s are mine though! Back off Disney!!)
Beta: Mistaya and Mike
Archive: My writing LJ www.livejournal.com/users/night_writes
Feedback: It’s the only thrill in my sad, pathetic, pirate slash obsessed little life... well, that and getting shit-faced on Captain n’ coke…. *innocent grin*
Summary: Bittersweet reunion and then more unbelievable, yet some how plausible misadventures by our favorite hottie boys and some more pointless comic relief from my OC’s. ^_^
Author’s Notes: I know, I know… I take forever. *bends over to accept the boot to her ass* Thanks to Juui-chan I have an angry sketch of Jack asking me why I’m not writing slash sticky noted to my computer desk. I talk to him… Just started a job subbing so I’m even more spazzy than normal lol! Young minds left in my hands for corruption… it’s beauteous.
Author’s Notes 2: BIG THANK YOU TO ALL THE PEOPLE THAT ARE STILL STICKING WITH THIS STORY AND STILL GIVING MY DUMBASS FEEDBACK! May Jack and/or Will flash you their goodies. *prods them*
“J…Jack?” Will stammered, feeling his legs start to fail him. Jack ran to him and caught the teen before he could fall. Will stared at the older man, utterly confused and lost. It was Jack… holding him… just like he wanted, but—but he had said so many horrible things before. “I… I…” Unable to finish his sentence Will opted to smash their lips together. Fuck reason. Stunned by the boldness of the act, Jack took a moment to respond but it wasn’t long before he was eagerly returning the gesture.
“It’s like a fairy tale,” Billeh sighed, he and Julz leaning on each other, silly, sappy smiles on their faces. “You owe me ten bucks,” he muttered, turning to Lydia as she came out of the bar. The redhead promptly scoffed and started digging in her pockets.
“Fucking happy endings,” she groaned, but secretly happy for the couple. It was then that Will suddenly pushed Jack back from the passionate embrace, staring up at the older man with angry, hurt eyes.
“You abandoned me!” he yelled, suddenly pulling back and clocking the biker square in the nose with a strength neither knew he had. Jack went down like a sack of bricks, clutching his abused nose.
“I’m sorry…” came the mumbled, nasal response.
“You’re sorry? YOU DON’T ABANDON AN ORPHAN!” Will shouted, his hands balled into fists, his body shaking as he stood over Jack.
Lydia cackled and snatched her money back from Billeh. “HA! I was right!" Billeh rolled his eyes and sighed.
“So not fair, you know everything… it’s kinda creepy.”
“Isn’t it?” she added, a contemplative look on her face. “What can I say, I’m god.”
“Um… I don’t know if Jack can still breathe,” Julz added, obviously concerned. “He’s twitching… like a lot.”
“You left me! I can’t believe you fucking left me! How could you say those things to me after all I gave up for you, you fucking piece-of-shit-cock-sucking-asshole!” Will ranted, tears brimming in his eyes.
Jack looked silently up at him, holding his nostrils closed to stem the blood. What could he say? Will was right. Although he was starting to regret teaching the kid how to punch—Will must have been practicing.
“I thought I was doing the right thing! I thought you’d be safer if you were away from me and if you hated me then it’d be easier on you!” The fists stopped coming and Jack dared to look up at his very angry lover. Will was looking at him with disgust, hurt and disappointment… looks Jack knew well. He also knew the teen was waiting for an explanation.
“So I played the bastard. I thought if you hated me then you would get over me faster—think I was just another asshole that took advantage of you and move on much quicker. Maybe that was the wrong thing to do, but it was what it thought would be best for you.” Will sucked in his breath and shook his head, obviously in turmoil.
“God, Jack… you’re so stupid. You’re so fucking stupid!” He offered Jack a hand up. “Do you honestly think that I could hate you? Did you really think saying those… terrible, awful things to me would be better for me? Why couldn’t you just tell me the fucking truth?” Will demanded. “Didn’t I deserve that after all the shit we’ve been through?! You always do this!” He gave into his tears then and leaned into Jack, sobbing into his chest.
“I love you…” Will breathed. “…bastard.” he added, sniffling and holding on tighter. Jack laughed with relief, burying his face in Will’s curls. He placed a kiss on the top of Will’s head and wiped at his bloody nose.
“You have no idea how good that is to hear. I still love you too—I never stopped.” Will looked up, feeling regret for the blood he saw on Jack’s face. He smiled sadly and used his sleeve to wipe it away.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be—I deserved it.” Jack chuckled, leaning in for another kiss, this one tender and full of forgiveness and reassurance. In the background Billeh cleared his throat and held out his hand towards Lydia. He lifted his eyebrows in smug satisfaction as the now crumpled bill was placed back in his hand.
“Thank you! Guess we're not so godly after all, now are we?” Lydia stuck out her tongue, then turned her attention back to the two lovers.
“Whatever. I still get to watch them make out—that’s worth ten bucks.”
“Hell, it’s worth twenty,” Julz chimed in. The others nodded in agreement, quietly smoking and looking on.
“We’re just shameless perverts aren’t we?” Lydia snorted. They nodded, undisturbed. “As long as we’re all in agreement, then.”
Jack and Will were getting very heavy into the petting by this point, the pent up sexual frustration getting to both men. Will already had his leg wrapped around Jack’s waist as best he could, Jack’s hands holding onto the teen’s ass to help support him.
“Fuck, I missed you,” Jack moaned as his hands roamed over the lithe young body he knew so well. Moaning his agreement Will broke away and looked over at their audience.
“Um… can we go someplace more private?” Will mumbled, ducking when Jack tried to continue the make-out session.
“You could use my car.” Julz offered. “But no stains… that’s just gross.”
“We’ve got handicapped stalls that no one ever uses,” Billeh added. Will cringed at the latter suggestion, his inner snob getting the better of him.
“I’ll take the car,” he said, as Jack continued to nibble his way down the teen’s neck and reach inside Will’s pants. “NOW!” he groaned as Jack’s fingers brushed his growing hard-on.
“Okay, I’ll go get the driver!” Billeh chuckled darkly, running off towards the unsuspecting, sexy chauffeur. “I’ll get him liquored up and he'll be mine for the taking!”
“Go easy on him; I still need to get home after.” Julz shouted, following him towards her car. Lydia stood smoking her cigarette and enjoying the playfulness of her mates. No one noticed the car racing up from the street until the headlights blinded Jack and Will.
“Look out!” Lydia shouted as the vehicle raced towards the two. Jack had only a second to react and he shoved Will out of the way as the car struck him. He flew up onto the hood, crying out in pain. The car then screeched to a stop, sending him flying off.
“Holy shit!” Lydia whispered.
“JACK!” Will screamed, jumping up and running to his wounded lover. “Oh my god, are you okay? Speak to me!” Will was fussing over Jack so much he couldn’t even tell what was wrong. Tears clouded his eyes as he saw the bloody cut on Jack’s temple.
“Will?” Jack moaned. He was semi-conscious, looking up at Will. “Don’t cry, baby, takes more than that to kill ol’ Jack.” He heard footsteps and arguing in the background, then suddenly Will was pulled away from him. “Baby?”
“Get off me!” Will screamed, fighting the strong arms he recognized around him. He saw that he was being taken to the car that had just plowed over Jack and he renewed his struggles. “No! Let me go, fucker!” All his struggling was for naught as he still found himself stuffed into the luxury vehicle.
“Let him go! Ow!” Lydia shouted out before she went down and then doors slammed and the engine roared. Will turned to look out the back window at the rapidly retreating form of his lover still crumpled up on the ground reaching for him.
“Jack!” A sharp smack to the side of his face forced him back to facing forward.
“He can’t help you now, William.” Will looked up with fear, still holding the side of his face. It couldn’t be.
“Not you…” he moaned, feeling Bosun’s strong hand on his shoulder making sure he didn’t try anything funny. He was now sandwiched between his two worst enemies.
“What’s the matter? No love from my favorite student?” Avery’s slimy voice cooed. He ran a hand up Will’s thigh earning him a sharp slap. “Little brat!” He howled backhanding the youth.
“Stop it. You can do that on your own time.” Bosun barked. “We don’t have orders to molest him.” For the first time Will was actually glad to have the burly man around. Maybe he wouldn’t be raped… for now.
“Whatever. Let’s just get to the spot and get this over with.” Avery huffed. Barbossa had called him shortly after the teen had escaped. Barbossa had to deal with the police coming because of the alarm system going off and wanted them to grab Will before he got too far. It was just a bonus that he also got to take out his competition in the process.
“You won’t get away with this.” Will mumbled, not even sure of his own threat. Avery smirked.
“Sure we will, kid. You’re wanted for the murder of Governor Swann.”
Tbc….
Yes, the ever present evil cliffer that is me trademark. I know that in reality if Jack got hit by a car like that he’d never walk again, but I’m going to take artistic license and have him still pop back up and save the day so it’s suspension of disbelief time people!
Also must make a very special thanks to Mike who helped me fix this chapter up into something worth posting. It was a tad… okay very cheesy in parts. Anyway, lets give him a hand, yeah?
Hip hip!