Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R for alcohol use and sexual content
Summary: He had tried to tell himself all night that Jack didn't know what he was doing, but it was become ever clearer to Will that perhaps, just perhaps, he was too aware of his charms and was seeking to make him jealous. It was working.
Warnings: Slash
Challenge: Peja's 24-hour territorial challenge
Disclaimer: Will Turner, Jack Sparrow, and the Pirates of the Caribbean are & TM Disney, not the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
He watched, through bleary eyes, as he laughed, chatted, and sang the night away, oblivious or perhaps too aware of his charms. Maybe he was trying to make him jealous, but if he was, it was working like a charm. As his lover narrowly dodged another kiss, he slammed his emptied tankard down on the table. He rose unsteadily and half-stomped, half-fell across the tavern. Pushing and shoving his way through the bevy of women without regard, he made his way to Jack.
He swayed from side to side as he glared at him in what was meant to be a fierce stare, but he couldn't quite manage fierce in his sodden state. He stepped forward and almost fell into Jack. Will steadied himself by grasping wildly at Jack's hair, shoulders, and waist and managing to grab a shoulder and wrap his left arm around his waist. He pulled his man so close that there was barely a breath left between them and Jack could feel Will's bulging need clearly against his own groin.
Will closed what tiny distance remained between them by covering Jack's mouth with his own. He kissed him with no preamble, his tongue thrusting as deeply into his sweet mouth as it could reach and twisting wildly against his. Several minutes later, when the two finally parted, Jack was gasping for air while Will turned to grin at the stunned women.
"Now," he said, lifting a finger in the air and waving it as he tottered back and forth, "get thisss ssstraight, bitshes." A large, collective gasp was heard throughout the tavern for Will Turner was never heard to talk to any woman in such a manner. "Jack Ssspparrrooow is mmmine. Nest bitsh I see try to lay her filthee hannnds or mmmouth on himm getsss rrrun thrrouuugh." With that, he grabbed his beloved's hand and led a shocked Jack up the stairs.
The End
