Aces and Moonshine

*To the reviewers:

1. This story takes place in the 1920's, aka, “Roaring Twenties”. I love that era. :D kurami, and
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            “Ya look sharp, Will. Where’re ya goin’ tonight?”

            Jack was lounging on their suite’s couch, watching Will primp himself in the bathroom
mirror. He would’ve called him an Ethel if he hadn’t been so sure the boy would deck him. The
couch was comfortable enough, and very stylish in fabric pattern. But all he could seem to think
about was what Will had probably done with that bellhop on a couch like this. And it was irking
him like absolute hell.

            “The Cocktail Lounge.” he heard Will mutter. He laughed, jumping off the couch.

            “Copacetic! Janes, food, prob’ly booze in the back room! I’m there!” Jack moved closer,
the grin on his face hiding his private tension. Will was... well, as far as he knew, the boy was
probably not a virgin. Probably a homo. Probably a gambler. And probably someone he should
know about. Not to mention, he looked to be the essence of the fabled Sweetest Sin. The epitome
of the Naughty Little Angel. Practically dripping sex-appeal, while still claiming innocence.

            And that made Jack really hot.

            “No. I think you should stay here tonight, Jack. After all, the cops want you far more than
they want me, right?” Will turned his head, looking at Jack. Jack didn’t buy a word, but that
didn’t stop him from acting like he did.

            “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll stay here and order room service or somethin’.”He sighed
dramatically, and went back to the couch, flopping down on it. He watched Will check the clock,
then turn to him.

            “I’ll be back... uh...”

            “Whenever you’re back, kiddo. I know. Now scram.” He grinned at Will, as innocently as
he could, and lounged back on the couch. Will smiled, which shook him a little, and walked out
the door.

            Jack smirked to himself, and followed.

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            The Cocktail Lounge was a dimly-lit hole in the wall, perfect if you just wanted to be
‘intimately alone’. Everybody in there was wild, but they were minding their own business. Will
searched the room for Louie, and found him in a corner booth, waiting for him. Two drinks in
hand.

            “Panther Sweat. On the rocks.” Will smiled and took the bootleg whiskey. Sitting down,
he immediately felt Louie move his hand. To his thigh. Will put his own hand on top of it.

            He looked into Louie’s eyes, waiting for him to say something, anything.

            “I missed you, Will.” the man whispered. Somehow, Will forced his heart to slow its
beating back to normal pace, and smiled at Louie politely.

            “And I, you. But not as much.” He took a sip of his whiskey, hearing Louie’s chuckle.

            “I didn’t hurt ya that bad, did I?”Louie’s hand was sliding upward, and Will caught it
before it got where it wanted to go.

            “Yes. You did.” Will glared at him a little, before downing the last of his whiskey. It
seared his throat, but he knew the buzz would be welcome.

            Louie was moving closer now. His hands were far too close to where they wanted to be.
“So let me make it up to ya.” his breath was warm against Will’s ear.

            It could’ve been the whiskey.

            It could’ve been Louie.

            It could’ve been because he’d just spotted Jack Sparrow sitting four tables away,
watching.

            But, whatever the reason, Will was going to let him do it.

            “Hmm... well, you can try...”

            Louie took Will’s face in his hands and kissed his lips hard enough to bruise. Will’s arms
were around his neck soon enough, and he returned the kiss with ferocity. As their tongues swept
and dueled, fueling their fire with every stroke, Louie ran his hand under Will’s shirt. Will
gasped at the coldness left behind from his drink, his nipples becoming hard with both the cold
and Louie. Louie smirked into the kiss, his hand crawling upward to play with the sensitive nub.
Tweaking it, he then rolled it between his fingers. Will moaned. He’d forgotten how good this
could feel.

            Slipping his hands under Louie’s shirt, Will ran them up and down his back. He needed
air. Pulling back, he rested his head against Louie’s. Louie’s eyes were sparkling with something
Will couldn’t place. Triumph? He didn’t know, but he felt eyes burning into his back, and knew
Jack was still watching. He smiled faintly, kissing Louie on the lips lightly, then he began to kiss
down his neck. He could feel how hard the bellhop was. It felt good.

            Louie ran a hand over Will’s clothed erection lightly, teasingly. Will hissed, aching for
more contact, and moved his mouth up to kiss him again. Things were getting hotter. It was
becoming almost impossible to keep from touching him. Jack’s eyes were burning holes in his
back. He wanted Jack more than anything right then, but Louie would have to do for tonight. Just
for tonight.

            I’m not going goofy over this jerk again...

            He squeezed Louie’s erection gently through his pants, and swore under his breath as the
bellhop moaned louder than expected. Kissing him to shut him up, he began to play with it,
caressing its base, rubbing his thumb over the head. It felt so good to do this again. With Jack
watching, it was hotter than he’d ever thought it’d be.

            Louie was sweating a little by then, and breathing hard. He wanted to come, Will could
tell. He wanted Will to make him come right there, in a room full of Chicago’s finest, in front of
the hottest man who ever owned a speakeasy.

            Will would be happy to oblige.

            Will moved his hand up to unzip Louie’s fly, then reached into his briefs and grasped his
erection. It was skin-to-skin contact. Louie’s erection was dripping with pre-come, and he was
biting his lip to keep another loud moan from escaping. Will stilled his motion to let the man
regain composure.

            “You’re so hot, Will Turner...” he rasped, kissing him again.

            Will smirked into the kiss.

            Thank Christ Sparrow was too far away to hear that.