Disclaimer: See chapter one. 'Woo Hoo' is a The 5.6.7.8's song.
Warnings for this chapter: Short. Dialog. (When no inspiration strikes, talk.)
AN: In between playing FFX-2 and having messed up dreams where Capt. Jack Sparrow is a cowboy bandit person that tells his minions to recite tongue twisters eight times, I finally managed to get this thing out. ^.^;; Sorry it took me a while.
Dead End Angels
Woo Hoo
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'So that was your mom, huh?' Elizabeth asked.
Jack nodded. 'Why?'
Elizabeth shrugged and smiled. 'Just wondering. She's very pretty; I can see where you get your good looks from.'
'Thanks,' Jack said with a smile.
'You said before that you don't go to church. What made you change your mind?' Elizabeth asked before Jack could turn back to Will.
'I didn't change my mind. This is punishment,' Jack replied.
'Oh? How so?' she asked, pressing for more information.
'I said a bad word,' Jack said with an innocent pout.
'I'm certain that's not all you said,' Elizabeth commented under her breath, loud enough for Jack to hear.
'What's it matter to you anyway?'
'I was just wondering. No reason to get all snappy with me.'
'I'm not snappy.'
'Whatever. So why don't you go to church?' she asked as she poked at his shoulder with her magazine rolled up.
'Long story,' Jack said dismissively.
'Come on, I wanna know, too,' Will said.
'I don't want to talk about it,' Jack said as he crossed his arms over his chest in a huff.
'But--'
'Remember that explanation I gave you for why I didn't feel like attending church today?' Jack said, cutting Will off.
Will thought for a moment, but couldn't really remember all of what Jack had said. 'Sorta.'
'That's why.'
'You got beat up, didn't you?' Anna asked with a broad smirk.
'None of your damn business.'
'Come off it. You got beat to a bloody pulp because you're gay. Happens all the time,' she said. 'Part of the joys of being a minority.'
'Shouldn't.' Jack slouched further in the pew, making himself look even sulkier.
'But it does,' Anna said pointedly. 'My cousin told me that this one kid at his school got hit upside the head with a baseball bat 'cuz he was oriental--he was an eighth grader if I remember right.'
'Ouch...'
'So what happened to you?'
'As you so delicately put it, I was beaten to a bloody pulp.'
Anna rolled her eyes and said 'I mean details.'
'Black eye, broken ribs, sprained ankle, split lip, bloody nose...and general bruising,' Jack replied. 'Oh, and it was three against one if you wanna know the score.'
'Jack...' Will didn't know how to react to what Jack had said. He wanted to take him in his arms and never let anything bad happen to him ever again, but he doubted that Jack would appreciate being coddled.
'I'm fine now. It was four years ago,' Jack said to Will with a smile.
'Did you at least get back at them? Or report them?' Elizabeth asked.
'I think I was more concerned with getting away and trying to protect my vital organs than taking in the details of their faces. It's fight or flight, not stop and smell the pizza,' Jack said, glaring at Elizabeth for even bringing up the subject.
'Well, at least you don't have to worry about that here,' she said.
'Why? Y'all gonna protect poor widdle defenseless me?'
Elizabeth sighed and replied. 'No, what I mean is that most people here are more accepting of others.'
'Considering how many weird looks I get, I find that hard to believe.'
'But has anyone teased you or called you names because of the way you look or act?' Elizabeth countered.
Jack opened his mouth to point out a time that had happened, but he couldn't remember any off the top of his head. 'Not that I can think of. But being a freak and being gay are two different things.'
'You're not a freak. You're an individual,' Will said as he straightened one of Jack's earrings. 'With too many eearings,' he added.
'You're supposed to say that because you're my boyfriend,' Jack said and leaned his head on Will's shoulder.
'I'm not your boyfriend.'
'Sure looked like you were from my point of view,' Anna pointed out.
'Mine, too,' Jack agreed as he began lightly kissing Will's neck.
'St-stop that!' Will tried to pry Jack off himself, which was easier said than done.
'Only if you admit that you're my boyfriend.' Jack began to nibble on Will's earlobe.
Will squeaked and bit his lip to keep himself from moaning. 'Fine, I'm your boyfriend,' he managed to breath out.
Jack backed off, pleased and disappointed at the same time. 'Since we're an official item now, we should celebrate by going on our first official date. Doesn't that sound like fun?'
'Not really,' Will said as he rubbed at the area Jack had been attending and looked at the floor.
'C'mon. I'm sure your parents would let you. Just tell them you're going on a date with your boyfriend, and they'll say it's OK,' Elizabeth said in-between giggles.
'And if they say no, then I'll gladly go as a chaperone,' Anna added.
Will's attention snapped to Anna and he gave her a look. 'Actually, Jack,' he said with slight sarcasm, 'I'd love to go on a date with you.'
'Great! Right after church?' Jack offered.
'On the single condition that Anna will not be in the vicinity.'
Jack looked at Anna forlornly. 'Sorry, luv, just me and Will for now. I'll bring you back a souvenir.'
Anna laughed at the dirty look Will gave Jack. 'Really? I like pointless gifts.'
Music drifted up to the balcony and the teens quieted down.
Church was boring enough. So Jack helped pass the time by finding out how and where he could touch Will without being smacked or pinched away, but that didn't mean he didn't try multiple times just to be certain. He found out that the thigh was OK--as long as he kept his distance from Will's crotch, but that might have been due to being in a public place.
Arms were open game, except for the inside of the elbow. Jack had been lightly running his fingers up and down Will's arm, noting how he faintly flinched each time his hand ran over the spot. Jack continued the action until Will abruptly stopped him before he could run over the spot again. When Jack asked why he'd stopped him, Will looked him dead in the eye and told him to 'just stop' without any other explanation. So Jack switched to massaging Will's chest and stomach for a short while. He was batted and pinched away every time he closed in on an unsuspecting nipple, much to his annoyance.
The neck was completely off-limits. Jack had tried to nuzzle his nose against it, but was pushed away. He tried ghosting a finger along the length of Will's neck, just to receive a threat that if he continued, Will would break it off.
Jack eventually settled for wrapping his arms around Will and snuggling against him. Will sighed in resignation and decided that it was better than having Jack feel him up the entire time--it was driving him insane that Jack seemed to know just how and where to touch him to turn him on. He lifted his arm around Jack to allow himself more comfort. Is Jack supposed to be temptation or punishment? Will asked in a silent prayer as he laid his head on Jack's.
When church finally let out, Anna and Elizabeth ran off to have their girls only Sunday brunch. Will stretched his arms and looked down at Jack, who had fallen asleep. He tried to pry Jack off himself, but Jack's hold on him only tightened.
'Stop yer bloody fidgetin', whelp,' Jack mumbled in his sleep.
Will froze and his breath caught in his throat. Th-that accent... It's the same as that pirate's! He tried shaking Jack, to see if that would wake him. 'J-Jack? C'mon, it's time to wake up. Church is over,' Will said, his voice wavering slightly as he spoke.
Jack looked up at him groggily. 'What?'
'It's time to go.'
'Go where?' Jack asked. He furrowed his brows in confusion.
'Home.' Will couldn't help but smile down at Jack.
'Whose home?'
'Me to mine, and you to yours.'
'Yea, let's go to your home. I wanna see your room,' Jack said as he buried his face in Will's shirt. Vanilla... Vanilla cologne? What do I care? Smells nice, Jack thought happily.
'Somehow, I very much doubt that you're really listening to me.'
'I'm listening, I'm just not hearing all the words.'
'That's convenient.'
'What's convenient?'
'Nothing. Get up.'
'But I'm comfy!' Jack whined.
'If you don't get off me--'
'I have a better idea,' Jack said, cutting him off.
'You didn't even let me finish,' Will half whined.
'I'll get off if you...' Jack trailed off, uncertain as to what his terms would be.
'If I...?'
'...Say something English.'
'You're pathetic,' Will sneered in the accent he'd used before.
'Never said I wasn't,' Jack replied with a sly grin as he leaned up towards Will's face--intentions far from pure.
'Just get off.' Will pushed Jack off of himself a little more roughly than he'd intended, forcing an uncomfortable grunt from Jack.
'Well, I'm off,' Jack said, 'but don't think that I've forgotten about our date.'
Will sighed in resignation. 'Fine. Uh... One question, though.'
'What's that, luv?' Jack stood and held his hand out for Will.
Will to the offered hand and stood. 'Who's taking who out?' he asked.
'In other words: Who is the girl in the relationship?'
'That's not how I would have worded it...'
'Tell you what, we'll decide once we get there,' Jack said.
AN II: ...The muses have infected my dreams... @.@;;