Title: Frivolous
Rating: 15
Pairing: Will Turner/Captain Jack Sparrow.
Summary: Jack was always so careless with his treasure.
A/N: I'm rubbish at writing anything beyond 2000 words. Luckily this is only 450.

'You lied.'

'Hmm?'

'Your back. It's hairless.'

'Ah yes, my apologies if you are disappointed, William. See, it never quite recovered from all the plucking that occurred on the god-forsaken island.'

'You never give up, do you?'

'And what would be the point of that, mate? Gives the people something to talk about.' He grinned and closed his eyes, crossing his arms behind his head as he leisurely stretched. Will's gaze skimmed over the bare chest, flecked with the well-mapped scars and marks – he'd traced them all so many night with his fingers, his lips, his tongue.

'You're just all about the image.'

'If you must know, young Will, I like to keep my reputation. And often a reputation is all a pirate has left to his name.'

'You mean, that's what all you often have left to your name. I've never known one man to be so careless with his possessions.'

'If that's about the amulet it wasn't my fault, mate! That bloody Giselle, never could keep her hands off me or my things.'

'Mmm. Understandable…' Will muttered, skilled fingers already smoothing over the honey-weathered torso. 'And that goes for those rubies too, does it?'

There was a long pause as Jack considered it. 'That might have been Scarlet. Or maybe Anna…'

'Anna? She's new.'

'She's old. I owed her for some lodgings a while back, she never forgets a face if they owe her anything. Perfectly good at not remembering if she's already been paid.'

'You're hopeless! Always off looking for the next gold to spend in Tortuga.'

'Pirate! And in case you've forgotten, William, so are you. You're just as eager to go gallivanting off in search of gold.'

'Gallivanting? I do not! You… you always…'

'Pillage, plunder and otherwise squander my weasley black guts out, completely disregarding all rules of a fair society?'

'Yes!'

'And you don't.'

'Never!'

'You're hardly a blacksmith anymore, Will.'

'I was aware!' He replied indignantly, but that was about all the response he could muster before Jack was pressed one hand against his hip and forcefully pushed him flat down against the bed, straddling the top of his thighs with one, swift movement. After a brief moment of fumbling and fighting, Will regained himself and glared up with a steely gaze, 'but I'm certainly not as frivolous as you!'

'Ah yes, but at least I'm very precious about my most,' Paused, looked down, licked his lips, 'Treasured find.'

'And what would that be, pray tell?' Will glanced up at the pirate; his hand currently stroking it's way up his thigh, groping and kneading with the exact intensity that had him leaning his head back and grinning with a slow sigh.

'You.'