Falling

Disclaimer: Not - Ca- Can't get mad! Why would I be writing FANfiction (implying that I am a fan and therefore not the creator....) if I owned them.... And besides, if I did own them, they would have shagged and after lifting the curse Will would have said "Bye Elizabeth" and gone off to shag like bunnies with Jack. but that's just me.

This is male/male. If you are offended by the thought of two men getting it on the leave now. If you review to say this I will mock your ass for weeks. If you still review to say this, please- leave your e-mail address so we can discuss it. Or so that I can subscribe you to as many "Free Gay Porn" e-mail sites as I can find.


Not betad. If you want it to be then you can bloody well volunteer. If you want it fixed and are not volunteering (or setting me up with a volunteer) then shove it someplace that would be uncomfortable without oil and stretching. 'kay? *perky smile* Now on to the show.

//... ind indicates thought.

Elizabeth kissed Will. Will kissed Elizabeth. Will and Elizabeth kissed each other. Then they both realized something. Neither of them liked it very much. They broke off the kiss, both pulling back a little.

“Look I-” They both started. Will motioned for Elizabeth to go on. “Will, don’t take this the wrong way, I do still love you, and it’s just that, I love you as if you were my brother. I realize that now, I didn’t before.” Elizabeth looked coned aed and sad at what she thought Will’s reaction would be.

“Elizabeth.” Will started out lamely, “I love you too but…. I wouldn’t have been able to stay here with you. I’ve realized that you are a sister to me in everything but blood, and that I belong out there,” here he gestured vaguely over the wall, “On the ocean. Goodbye, Elizabeth. I will try to come back to see you.”

Will looked down as he walked to the edge. //Bloody hell that’s high.// and then he jumped. The impact with watewater did not take Will’s breath away as he had expected. It rather caressed him, as if to say,is iis is where you belong.” Will kicked out and swam to the Pearl. He reached the side of the sleek ship and was hauled aboard.

“’lo lad” Jack slurred. “Get below decks and find yerself somethin’ dry ta wear, Anna‘ll teach ye abou’ tha rigging ‘n’ Gibbs’ll find ye a bunk.”

The night was filled with rum and singing, only those who had night watch remaining sober. The morning was filled with headaches and grumbling as everyone got up and met the bright Caribbean sun.

The whelp was wondering about his attachment to his hat. He could tell. Of course that may have had something to do with the fact that Will had said, “Jack, why are you so protective of that damn hat?” only a few seconds ago, which was, in fact, only a few moments after Jack had almost fallen off The Pearl to keep it from becoming fish food when heppedpped it. For the third time that day.

“Whelp. Ye can insult wha’eva ye wan’ abou’ me. Ye can insult me clothes, me family, even me bloody choice o’ bed companions, but never, never insult The Pearl, rum, or me bloody hat. Savvy?”

“But Jack i-“

“Captain, lad, Captain”

“Captain, it wasn’t an insult. I just want to know.”

“Tha’s no’ yer business whelp, bu’ I just really like me hat ‘n’ they take forever ta break in.” //wow, great way to avoid the question, Jack. You didn’t sound suspicious at all.// It was okay though. The lad didn’t need to know why t/I> /I> hat was so special. The boy who looked so much like his father. Bootstrap…..Bill. That’s why he was so protective of the hat. It was the last thing Bill had given him before…. the incident… He remembered it so clearly. It was his birthday, or at least the day he thought was his birthday. Bill had surprised him with the hat. Jack had loved it, and thanked Bill. Then Bill thanked Jack for thanking him. By doing that thing. That thing with his fingers. The one where he twisted his hand a little and crooked them just so…. Jack almost moaned aloud remembering it. //That thing was wonderful. Maybe it was hereditary. If it is….// Jack leered as he simultaneously glanced over at Will and moved closer to the helm. //Gonna have to finish thinking about that later…//

Will often had cause to wonder about Jack. More specifically Jack’s sanity. That Jack now looked so far away he might have consumed the cork in the bottle of rum he was drinking had it not been so firmly wedged into the mouth of the bottle was not normal, and therefore a concern. Will had never seen Jack look quite like that before; his eyes distant, almost glazed over, his mouth parted slightly, lower lip moist and glistening from the times he repeatedly ran his perfect pink tongue over it. God that tongue would look amazing, feel amazing runn- //Stop that! You’re disgusting. He would kill you if he knew you were thinking things like that.//, he told himself as his head snapped up like loose lines in the rigging if the wind picked up, as he felt warm pangs in the pit of his stomach, as Jack let out a low, soft moan. He saw Jack slouch down a little lower; almost caressing the rum bottle, legs sprawled partly apart, bent at the knees, drawn up halfway to his chest. Almost as if he were giving something room. //Turner!!// Will looked back at Jack, who was taking quick shallow breaths, breaths that caused his perfect, tight, golden stomach to ripple //That shirt would get him arrested. Or jumped.// Will had given up on trying to reign in those thoughts. Jack’s stomach was almost vibrating from how fast he was breathing and //That is big enough to rip his trousers. It can’t be comfortable. I should help him with it. Who am I kidding; he’d think I was sick for even thinking about this. He’s probably thinking about Scarlette or Giselle, or some other doxy from Tortuga.//

“Captain! Captain!”, Gibbs’ panicked shout sounded from above decks. Jack’s eyes focused instantly as his head snapped up and he rolled to his feet.

“What is it man?” Jack demanded as he reached the door.

“Captain there’s a ship on the horizon.” Gibbs breathlessly articulated.

“What kind of ship?” Jack grated from between his clenched teeth. //This had better be good. I was having a very nice evening, below decks. Was almost ready to go… to bed.// Jack thought to himself. //Very nice indeed.//. And now, due to the combination of his thoughts about Bootstrap and the whelp, he was standing near the helm, hard as steel, uncomfortable as hell, and preparing to raid a merchant ship. Sometimes he hated being a pirate. Although that did give one access to a great number of potential scenarios due to knowledge picked up in places like Singapore and New Orleans. Jack sighed as the Jolly Roger snapped to full height above the crow’s nest and they boarded the ship.

Overall the raid had gone wonderfully. Well, almost. They had been forced to kill everyone on the merchant ship. Men, boys, even a slave. This was not Jack’s normal procedure. Young William had done very well for a boy who had hardly gotten his sea legs. Jack on the other hand. Jack had gone and gotten himself shot again. It wasn’t a bad wound. Just bad enough that he would have to take it easy for a few days. And sit still while Anna Maria dug the shot out of his side and dumped rum on the wound to clean it. And just bad enough to make Jack feel like shit. When Jack started yelling what could only be curses in tongues Will had never heard before from below decks as Anna cleaned his wounds Will began to get concerned. He looked around the deck and realized there was nothing he could really do there, so he went below.

“I can watch him if you want to go back above decks Anna…” Will offered with what he hoped was casual disinterest.

“Don’ need no watchin’” Jack grumbled, pouting in the background.

“Thanks lad, someone needs to watch him, and I need to be up there” She jerked her head towards the ceiling. “Take him to his cabin and make sure he just lays there and goes to sleep”
“Aye Anna.” Will began to help Jack to his cabin, all while listening to muttered comments about nursemaids, mother hens and how the whole crew must be a bunch of old women.

Jack would have chuckled at Will’s shocked gasp as he stepped into the captain’s cabin had his side not hurt so much.

“Not what ye were expectin’, ‘s i' whelp?” Jack slurred as Will helped him stumble into his, admittedly rather lavish, bed.

“Not exactly…” Will stuttered, eyes wide as he took in Jack’s cabin. Brightly coloured pillows and blankets adorned a humongous bed that was in the centre of the far wall. Red… //silk? Silk sheets. Jack has bloody silk sheets. silk. The man is a hedonist.// At least ten pillows of varying sizes and shapes were strewn near the headboard. The bed itself had four ornately carved posts made of a rich dark wood holding up a scarlet canopy that matched the silk sheets. Lining the wall near the headboard was a bookshelf, filled with books and trinkets, made of the same dark wood. A matching desk with maps, records, and the captain’s log strewn across the top. Settling Jack fairly close to the centre of the monstrosity of a bed, Will went to grab the chair from the desk, noting on his way some of the titles of the books on the shelf. Dante, Plato, Shakespeare, Homer //…Greek philosophers and poetry?… I never would have guessed// Will reached a hand out as he grabbed for the chair.

“Will me lad. What ‘r’ ye doin’?” Jack looked as if Will were the oddest person on the seven seas. Which was quite odd considering who was giving the look.

“Getting a chair?”l’s l’s voice trailed off as he returned the face Jack was giving him.

“Whelp. Look a’ how big me bed is. ‘m all alone. ‘n injured. Ah need someone to keep me warm. ‘sides, tha’ chair i'nt comfortable ‘n’ who knows ‘ow long ye’re gonna be stuck down ‘ere.” Jack slurred out as he attempted to pat the bed beside him. “C’mere ‘n’ sit b’side me lad.”

Will’s heart began to race as he clambered up on the bed next to Jack. Next to the pirate captain who was the object of his wet dreams. It sped up until he thought he was about to die when Jack scooted over, put his head on Will’s chest, snuggled as close as he could to the rest of Will without climbing atop him, something Will would not have objected to, and said softly and surprisingly clearly, “Whelp, tell me a story.” Then Jack wrapped an arm around Will as if he were a giant teddy bear, and snuggled closer.

“What? Jack, did you get hit on the head?” Will yelped out.

Jack ignored the fact that Will had called him Jack, it was in his own cabin after all- there was no one around to hear him, and it sounded quite nice the way the boy said it.

“Nay lad, ‘s just tha’” Jack paused and his voice grew even softer, “’s just that we had to kill them all. Every last one of them. I hate it. It’s cruel, the boys growing up without fathers. The mothers who have to become whores or even worse to survive, to feed their children. The families waiting for men to come home. Men that never do come home.” Jack looked far away, not the same glazed far away as earlier, but haunted, almost scared. “Please lad, distract me? Just fer a lil’ while?” Jack looked up at Will, his eyes pleading, dark with some emotion Will couldn’t name.

Will sighed. “All right Jack. Don’t blame me if it sounds stupid, I learned it as a child.”

Will began to tell the story of Rumplestiltskin. Jack had clearly never heard it before as he sighed wistfully at the thought of being able to spin straw into gold and chuckled when Rumplestiltskin demanded the princess’s first-born child as payment. Around the second time the princess guessed at Rumplestiltskin’s name Jack’s breathing evened out and he sighed softly, snuggling even closer to Will. Will paused in his narration and looked down at Jack. Jack’s face was peaceful and unlined, innocent-looking even, if such a phrase could ever be applied to a pirate. Jack had fallen asleep.

tbc.....

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