Aces and Moonshine

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            Jack had a choice. He could give in, run out into the living room and do a few things that
could get him a rap for sexual assault. Or, he could grit his teeth and wait. The kid... Christ, he
wanted him so bad... Just imagining that little story he’d told was making him painfully hard.
And when he’d been close enough to feel him...

            He was in a daze. Slowly stripping himself and going into the bathroom for a shower, all
he could think about was dragging the kid in with him. The sexual tension between them was far
too high now. They were going to have to do something about it eventually, he knew, but for
now, it would remain a torturous exercise in resistence.

            And this all happened in one fuckin’ night. He thought to himself, with a smile. He turned
the shower faucet and stepped in. He decided to distract himself by thinking of what was bugging
him about the kid.

            Like, he reminded him of somebody. An old buddy of his, Bill “Black-Lace” Turner.
Always tied his shoes with black laces. A long time back, he’d been Jack’s one trustworthy
friend. Helped run the Pearl, talked with him about things... He’d had a wife and son back in
Vegas, but rarely ever talked about them. Anyway, Jack’s old partner, whom everyone called
simply “Barbossa”, heard about Turner and decided to bump him off. Gunned him down in a
back-alley.

            Jack felt like crying at the memory. He washed his face instead.

            Moving on to another thing, there was that bellhop. He didn’t like the guy at all. Not
when Will was masturbating him in the middle of a public place. Stupid asshole.

            Speaking of assholes, who was this kid, anyway?! And what’s with all the bullshit?! He’s
been feeding everybody nothing but lines. He lathered his hair, frustrated.

            Stupid kid. And why’d he have to be so damn hot, anyway?!

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            When he heard the bathroom door creak open, Will immediately feigned sleep. If
Sparrow knew he was awake, he might try to talk. And Will didn’t want to talk. He was tired of
talking. It had been one fucking long night, and now it was one in the morning, and Will wanted
either sex or sleep. Or sex followed by sleep. Or sleep followed by sex. Pick one out of a hat if
you have to.

            He immediately felt eyes on him, and went completely still. His entire body. He was
pretty sure he wasn’t even breathing.

            “Kid, you can breathe if you want.” Jack was naked. He knew he would be, the man had
to change. But... Still. Under the towel, he was completely naked.

            He exhaled slowly, shakily. He felt vulnerable.

            For the first time in sixteen years, he felt Vulnerable.

            He felt a hand on his shoulder, and jumped.

            “You alright, Kiddo?” his voice was soft, concerned. It shook Will to his core.

            “Yeah,” Will started softly, beginning to sit up and turn in Jack’s direction. “Yeah, I
jus’...”

            Jack’s face was so close. His lips were Right There. He hadn’t realized how close until
they were face to face. He was slowly drowning in those dark eyes. He didn’t want to. No, maybe
he did. He didn’t care how long he was swimming in their chocolate depths. He could live in
them forever. He didn’t care how many others were trapped in there before him. They weren’t his
main concern.

            He didn’t care about any of that. Only one thing.

            Just please, please let me get out when I need to... Please, don’t let me drown...

            So close... He could feel Jack’s warm breath on his own lips, they were so close...

            And then Jack pulled away.

            “Time for shut-eye. G’night, Kiddo!” Jack sent him a lopsided grin, before moving to lay
on the other side of the bed.

            Leaving Will far too confused to sleep.

                                                                        ***

            Jack needed to rest. Plain and simple.

            He couldn’t deal with his attraction to the boy sleep-deprived, could he? No, he could not.

            He again wondered how it was that the one person he ‘dropped in on’ during his great
escape happened to be the most sensual creature the world had to offer. Will didn’t even have to
blink to make Jack hard, or at least it seemed that way. He wanted nothing more than to get rid of
this sexual tension the fun way, but that could scare Will off. And he just didn’t want to do that.
The kid was far too interesting.

            He rolled over to find Will looking at him curiously.

            “Yeah?” He asked lazily, or at least feigning tiredness. It wasn’t as though he wanted the
boy to know what he was thinking.

            Will was watching him with interest, but he didn’t look like he was going to say anything.
There was a look on his face that triggered something in the bootlegger. A little caution on one
hand, and on the other, exasperation. Feelings he was used to. But, with Will, it was a whole
other story. Everything was magnified with Will. Everything was uncovered. And nothing was
sacred anymore. Everything became part of this... strange, cautious, beautiful being he’d come to
know beyond the physical and mental range within a matter of hours.

            Will’s hand moved to clasp his own. He didn’t question how he knew it would be small
but calloused, and feel like it was meant to fit his. He simply held it. Held it softly, lightly, even
though he felt like holding on for dear life.