Hold You
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,010
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Hold You
TITLE: Hold You
AUTHOR: ReadyxButterfly
RATING: NC-17 [Not straight away; the rating will rise as the story goes on.]
MOVIES: Pirates Of The Caribbean, Benny & Joon, Once Upon A Time In Mexico, Secret Window & What's Eating Gilbert Grape.
PAIRING(S): Jack x Will, Sands x Mort, Sam x Gilbert [There will most likely be more pairings soon; think, the ORGY kind. XD]
WARNINGS: Language, Slash [Male x Male sexual acts, etc.], Lemons [Explicit Sexual Scenes], OOC [I tend to write people being OUT OF CHARACTER; so this is your warning. XD]
SUMMARY: This story does not really have a plot; I just got the idea one day and wanted to write it. It mainly involves five brothers, Sands, Jack, Mort, Gilbert & Sam. I don't really have anything big planned for this story as of yet; I'm just writing it out of sheer fun and amusement.
If you happen to read this story and don't like it, that's fine, I don't expect everyone who reads it to like it; but please don't leave reviews saying how you hated it. Constructutive Critisim is always cool; and yes, I know they may be out of character; but it's a STORY! XD Anything is possible in the world of fanfiction. XD
And if you DO Like it; I'd love to hear from you guys! Positive Reviews are the best thing an author can get, and makes them want to write more to please their readers. ^o^
Also, I posted this story in the PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN section, because I wasn't sure exactly which one it should go in, and it DOES have Will in there too, so that should count! ^o^
Now, onto CHAPTER ONE.
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'Finally, I thought I'd never get the last chapter out,' Mort sighed to himself, leaning back in his chair, his eyes a bit blurry from staring at his laptop screen for hours on end. Most of those hours were spent just thinking. The last... half hour was filled with typing the end to the last chapter of his new book. Now the fun of re-reading it and checking for mistakes was in order. And Mort really wasn't looking forward to that. All he wanted to do at the moment was lie down on his couch, with his pillows, and sleep.
Mort glanced to a photo which sat on his desk. It was of him and his four brothers, when they were younger, around their teen years. There was Sheldon, or Sands, as he preferred to be called, who was the eldest, not to mention the toughest. Don't get him wrong, he was more or less like a protecter of his younger brothers, always looking out for them. Next was Jack; he was the one who always got in trouble, but somehow managed to talk or charm his was out of it. The middle child was Mort. He was usually shy and quiet, and liked to spend his time reading. He was also the good brother; never doing anything wrong and always obeying the rules. Then there were the twins, Sam and Gilbert. Gilbert was older by five minutes, and was the more laid back and easy going one. Sam was the goofy, fun-loving one.
All five of them were always close and always best friends. Their parents died a while back, in a brutal car accident. Since then, they each sort of drifted their own ways and seemed to lose contact with each other.
Mort sighed and set the photo back down. It was no use to reminisce about the past. Whenever he did, his thoughts usually drifted back to Amy, and the night he found her in bed with Ted. He shook his head, getting up and heading downstairs, all but collapsing onto his couch and welcoming sleep.
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'Stupid fucking Mexicans... stupid assholes... I'll kill 'em all next time I see them!'
Sands growled slightly as he walked through what seemed like never ending woods. He had no idea where he was now, and he felt like he'd been walking for days, which he probably had been. Last thing he remembered, he'd been captured by someone working for Barillo, blindfolded and gagged, and being driven somewhere, before being thrown from the car. Seems someone had ratted him out, Barillo found out, and had him captured and all but thrown from Mexico.
"Knowing those assholes, I'm probably in the middle of fucking nowhere," he muttered, continuing to walk, until he came upon something just in the distance. Was that... a cabin? In the middle of nowhere?
"There really is a god afterall," Sands muttered, walking towards the cabin. Once he reached it, he stepped onto the in-closed porch, and knocked on the door, none too gently.
+ + + + +
Mort awoke with a start as there was a loud banging on the front door. He grumbled something and grabbed his glasses, putting them on as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He stood, pausing a moment to make sure his legs were fully awake, before heading to the door.
"Alright already! I'm coming!" he called, slightly annoyed.
Mort opened the door, blinking a moment. Before him stood a man who was about his height, maybe an inch or two taller. He has almost shoulder length black hair, which was tangelled and dirty, pretty much like the man's clothes, which were also filthy with dust and dirt. The man's skin was a sun-kissed tan color; obviously from having been out in the sun for great lengths of time.
"Ah, can I help you?" Mort blinked, ready to slam and lock the door if the need arose. The man paused a moment, then grinned slightly, "Morton? Is that you?"
"Ah, yes?" Mort asked, slightly confused. He looked at the man closely, then grinned, "Sheldon?"
"It's Sands!" he laughed, "Get it right!"
"It is you!" Mort laughed, hugging him tightly, "My gods, I haven't seen you in forever.."
+ + + + +
"Mexico? Get out?" Mort gaped, listening intently to Sands' story, watching him and the way he motioned with his hands when he described something. Sands nodded, "Yes, Mexico. All I ended up with so far was a nice tan."
Mort laughed slightly, nodding, "So I can see... it looks good," he commented, then blushed slightly as he realized what he'd said.
"Thanks," Sands grinned, looking over his arms playfully, "Hey, do you mind if I shower? I reek and can't stand myself."
"Oh sure!" Mort smiled, nodding. He stood up and led Sands upstairs to the bathroom, thanking god that he'd gotten his shower door and mirror fixed last week. "I'll get you some clean clothes to wear and wash those for you."
"Thanks," Sands smiled, watching as Mort headed out again.
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'My gods... he's grown up so much.. and he's so gorgeous.. his hair is so cute with the blonde and messy from sleep, and the glasses just make him look so innocent...' Sands thought to himself, then mentally smacked himself, 'What's wrong with me? Thinking about my own brother that way!'
"Here you are," Mort smiled, returning with a big soft bath towel and a change of clothes for Sands, "We can go into town tomorrow and get you some things if you'd like.."
"Thanks," Sands smiled gratefully, still a bit weirded out by his sudden change of emotions for his younger brother.
"Always welcome," Mort smiled, leaving Sands to his privacy.
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END OF CHAPTER ONE.
AUTHOR: ReadyxButterfly
RATING: NC-17 [Not straight away; the rating will rise as the story goes on.]
MOVIES: Pirates Of The Caribbean, Benny & Joon, Once Upon A Time In Mexico, Secret Window & What's Eating Gilbert Grape.
PAIRING(S): Jack x Will, Sands x Mort, Sam x Gilbert [There will most likely be more pairings soon; think, the ORGY kind. XD]
WARNINGS: Language, Slash [Male x Male sexual acts, etc.], Lemons [Explicit Sexual Scenes], OOC [I tend to write people being OUT OF CHARACTER; so this is your warning. XD]
SUMMARY: This story does not really have a plot; I just got the idea one day and wanted to write it. It mainly involves five brothers, Sands, Jack, Mort, Gilbert & Sam. I don't really have anything big planned for this story as of yet; I'm just writing it out of sheer fun and amusement.
If you happen to read this story and don't like it, that's fine, I don't expect everyone who reads it to like it; but please don't leave reviews saying how you hated it. Constructutive Critisim is always cool; and yes, I know they may be out of character; but it's a STORY! XD Anything is possible in the world of fanfiction. XD
And if you DO Like it; I'd love to hear from you guys! Positive Reviews are the best thing an author can get, and makes them want to write more to please their readers. ^o^
Also, I posted this story in the PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN section, because I wasn't sure exactly which one it should go in, and it DOES have Will in there too, so that should count! ^o^
Now, onto CHAPTER ONE.
+ + + + +
'Finally, I thought I'd never get the last chapter out,' Mort sighed to himself, leaning back in his chair, his eyes a bit blurry from staring at his laptop screen for hours on end. Most of those hours were spent just thinking. The last... half hour was filled with typing the end to the last chapter of his new book. Now the fun of re-reading it and checking for mistakes was in order. And Mort really wasn't looking forward to that. All he wanted to do at the moment was lie down on his couch, with his pillows, and sleep.
Mort glanced to a photo which sat on his desk. It was of him and his four brothers, when they were younger, around their teen years. There was Sheldon, or Sands, as he preferred to be called, who was the eldest, not to mention the toughest. Don't get him wrong, he was more or less like a protecter of his younger brothers, always looking out for them. Next was Jack; he was the one who always got in trouble, but somehow managed to talk or charm his was out of it. The middle child was Mort. He was usually shy and quiet, and liked to spend his time reading. He was also the good brother; never doing anything wrong and always obeying the rules. Then there were the twins, Sam and Gilbert. Gilbert was older by five minutes, and was the more laid back and easy going one. Sam was the goofy, fun-loving one.
All five of them were always close and always best friends. Their parents died a while back, in a brutal car accident. Since then, they each sort of drifted their own ways and seemed to lose contact with each other.
Mort sighed and set the photo back down. It was no use to reminisce about the past. Whenever he did, his thoughts usually drifted back to Amy, and the night he found her in bed with Ted. He shook his head, getting up and heading downstairs, all but collapsing onto his couch and welcoming sleep.
+ + + + +
'Stupid fucking Mexicans... stupid assholes... I'll kill 'em all next time I see them!'
Sands growled slightly as he walked through what seemed like never ending woods. He had no idea where he was now, and he felt like he'd been walking for days, which he probably had been. Last thing he remembered, he'd been captured by someone working for Barillo, blindfolded and gagged, and being driven somewhere, before being thrown from the car. Seems someone had ratted him out, Barillo found out, and had him captured and all but thrown from Mexico.
"Knowing those assholes, I'm probably in the middle of fucking nowhere," he muttered, continuing to walk, until he came upon something just in the distance. Was that... a cabin? In the middle of nowhere?
"There really is a god afterall," Sands muttered, walking towards the cabin. Once he reached it, he stepped onto the in-closed porch, and knocked on the door, none too gently.
+ + + + +
Mort awoke with a start as there was a loud banging on the front door. He grumbled something and grabbed his glasses, putting them on as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He stood, pausing a moment to make sure his legs were fully awake, before heading to the door.
"Alright already! I'm coming!" he called, slightly annoyed.
Mort opened the door, blinking a moment. Before him stood a man who was about his height, maybe an inch or two taller. He has almost shoulder length black hair, which was tangelled and dirty, pretty much like the man's clothes, which were also filthy with dust and dirt. The man's skin was a sun-kissed tan color; obviously from having been out in the sun for great lengths of time.
"Ah, can I help you?" Mort blinked, ready to slam and lock the door if the need arose. The man paused a moment, then grinned slightly, "Morton? Is that you?"
"Ah, yes?" Mort asked, slightly confused. He looked at the man closely, then grinned, "Sheldon?"
"It's Sands!" he laughed, "Get it right!"
"It is you!" Mort laughed, hugging him tightly, "My gods, I haven't seen you in forever.."
+ + + + +
"Mexico? Get out?" Mort gaped, listening intently to Sands' story, watching him and the way he motioned with his hands when he described something. Sands nodded, "Yes, Mexico. All I ended up with so far was a nice tan."
Mort laughed slightly, nodding, "So I can see... it looks good," he commented, then blushed slightly as he realized what he'd said.
"Thanks," Sands grinned, looking over his arms playfully, "Hey, do you mind if I shower? I reek and can't stand myself."
"Oh sure!" Mort smiled, nodding. He stood up and led Sands upstairs to the bathroom, thanking god that he'd gotten his shower door and mirror fixed last week. "I'll get you some clean clothes to wear and wash those for you."
"Thanks," Sands smiled, watching as Mort headed out again.
+ + + + +
'My gods... he's grown up so much.. and he's so gorgeous.. his hair is so cute with the blonde and messy from sleep, and the glasses just make him look so innocent...' Sands thought to himself, then mentally smacked himself, 'What's wrong with me? Thinking about my own brother that way!'
"Here you are," Mort smiled, returning with a big soft bath towel and a change of clothes for Sands, "We can go into town tomorrow and get you some things if you'd like.."
"Thanks," Sands smiled gratefully, still a bit weirded out by his sudden change of emotions for his younger brother.
"Always welcome," Mort smiled, leaving Sands to his privacy.
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END OF CHAPTER ONE.