Aces and Moonshine

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            There was nobody in the room but Will, the bellhop, and Jack. Screw everybody else,
Jack was feeling far too hot to think about them. The kid was all over that bellhop, kissing him,
feeling him up, groping... It was driving him insane. The boy looked like a wet dream, too, which
made things even better. Or worse, as the case may be. Jack’s pants were becoming almost
painfully tight.

            The bellhop rasped something in his ear, and they delved into another kiss. The kisses
were beginning to make Jack wonder just how ‘angelic’ the kid was, so he got up and stepped a
little closer. That’s when he saw just where Will’s hands had gone. Heat flared between his legs,
and Jack bit back a groan. Will, however, was groaning with abandon. This only made things
worse.

            He couldn’t believe he was getting off on watching some kid masturbate a bellhop. He
decided to put an end to his want. Tapping on Will’s shoulder, he waited for the boy to stop what
he was... *ahem* ‘doing’, and turn to him. Will was faking his stunned impression, but it was a
good fake, so he couldn’t be sure.

            “Ah... kid, Chief Norrington just stepped into the hotel. Better get back to the room if we
don’t wanna get caught, savvy?”

            Savvy? Where the Hell’d that come from?

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            Savvy? Have I heard that before?

            Slowly, Will removed his hand from Louie’s erection, and pushed him away. Louie
looked at him like he was nuts, but he didn’t care. He was following Jack. He didn’t want to get
caught again. Brushing himself off and getting to his feet, he was barely out of the booth when he
felt Louie reach up and grab his lapel. He leaned forward.

            “Come back and see me. You know where my apartment is.” he whispered in his ear.
Will nodded.

            Jack pulled him out of the cocktail lounge and straight to the elevator. Will readjusted his
bowler, and turned to look at the bootlegger. He looked him up and down, raising an eyebrow at
the hard-on. Before he could make a comment, they’d reached the sixth floor. Jack opened the
door and walked into the elaborate suite they shared as if he owned the place. Even in their short
period of knowing one another, Will could tell this was the way Jack usually was.

            Will shrugged off the suit jacket, and sat down on the couch, his head still a little fuzzy
from that whiskey. Strong stuff, stronger than the way it was when it was legal. But that’s
bootleg liquor for you. Strong, lots of everything, double the alcohol.

            “So, kiddo, wanna tell me how you all of a sudden lost your mind?!” Jack hissed as the
door closed. Will flinched.

            “I don’t see what’s so crazy about-”

            “It’s not crazy, it’s just stupid!” Jack exclaimed, pacing the floor in front of him.
“Norrington and the rest of those bulls coulda nabbed ya in a flat second!”

            “I guess so.” Will muttered.

            “Listen, if you’re gonna lay low with me, jus’... jus’ try not to take any wooden nickles,
okay, kiddo?” Will could only nod in response. “We gotte be smart if we’re gonna do this. Both
of us. So, you try not to do anything stupid, and I’ll try to keep my illegal activities to a
minimum. Deal?”

            Stretching out his hand, Jack smirked. Will took it slowly. “Deal.”

            There was something all too familiar about that handshake. Something that made their
skin crawl with excitement or fear, something along those lines. They let go quickly. It was far
too strange.

            They sat for a while, listening to the radio. The cops had reported their disappearance, but
were actually headed for Vegas. Jack guffawed at the thought, having positively no clue as to
why they would want to go there, while Will simply smiled faintly to himself.

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            “So, kiddo, what do ya wanna do? Since we’re stuck here for a little while...” Jack
smirked, remembering the bellhop’s earlier comment about Will’s ‘Hot Hand’. “How ‘bout a
game of Poker?”

            Will looked up immediately. “Poker?”

            Jack’s smirk grew to a sinful grin. “Yeah, poker. With a twist.”

            Will raised an eyebrow.

            “We won’t play for dough.” He moved toward the small two-seat table and chairs set by
the window, placed there for room service. “We play for information. Since I don’t know nothin’
‘bout ya and I’m pretty damn sure ya don’t know much of the truth ‘bout me, I think it’s
appropriate.” He sat down in the chair furthest from the wall, grinning at Will.

             He knew it was an offer someone with a ‘Hot Hand’ couldn’t refuse. Still, Will hesitated.

            “You sure you want to play that way?” he asked, a little wary. Jack grinned.

            “Absitively Poselutely, Kiddo! Now get over here an’ sit down, I’ll grab a pack of cards
from my bag. Never leave home without one, kiddo! Best distraction in the world, aside from
sex.”

            He heard Will cough a little at the word, then stand and move over to the other chair. Jack
fumbled through his suitcase until he found a pack. Brand new, the tape was still on them. He
threw them to Will, so the kid could see they weren’t fixed. As Will opened the pack, he moved
to sit across from him.

            Will shuffled the deck quickly, and with little finesse. He was obviously trying to
downplay his skills. Jack smirked. This would be better than expected.

            Once the deck was shuffled, he handed it to Jack to deal. He watched Will watch his
hands, and began to sense he was getting into something he couldn’t handle. He didn’t know who
this guy was. Would he really be willing to tell him anything?

            Jack took one look at the boy, and realized he’d tell him anything. He’d have no choice.
This kid was the kind who told so many lies, he could teach you how.

            He checked his pocket cards. Three of Clubs, Seven of Clubs, Ten of Hearts, Two of
Hearts. Two Pair. Not bad, but not too great, either.

            “Hit me.” he stated, after a moment of contemplation. Will dealt him another card. He
picked it up and shoved it into his hand. Six of Clubs. His lips twitched into a smile.

            Will discarded a card. “Hit me.” he said coolly. Jack handed him a card. His face was
pure stone.

            “Ok, kiddo. I’ll bet a basic question. Nothin’ too personal, mind you.”

            Will looked from his cards to Jack, face purely noncommital. “I’ll call.”

            Jack grinned, and spread his cards onto the table. “Full House. Now, kid, tell me, what
were ya really doin’ in prison? No bushwa this time.”

            Will looked down at Jack’s cards, his face still noncommital. Then, he spread his cards.
Jack gaped.

            “Four of a kind.” And it was. Five, Three, Nine, and Queen of Spades. Jack looked from
Will, to the cards, back to Will.

            “So, yeah, Jack. What were you doin’ in jail?” Will was giving him the sexiest half-smirk
he’d ever seen.

            Jack had a feeling it would be a very interesting night.