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A day and night had passed since the bloody wager. Both Will and Jack were beating themselves up over it. Jack for thinking of it, and Will for agreeing. Them and their damn competitive natures.
Will expertly maneuvered the Flying Dutchman out of sight of the island. While it was friendly toward pirates, according to the compass, the Dutchman had a habit of striking fear into the hearts of anyone who saw it. Not to mention Will just wasn't in the mood to pay docking fees. What he was particularly in the mood for was something that had less to do with fees and more to do with a dark room and a bed. Unfortunately, he had captaining to do, and he wasn't about to give into Jack's wager.
"We leave tomorrow at midday! Be back by then, or I leave without you!" Will yelled to his crew. They muttered in agreement and started to pile into the long boats and row ashore.
"What supplies should Jack and I get?" Bootstrap asked. Will handed him a list of supplies they couldn't do without. "C'mon Jack. Jack! Sparrow!" Bootstrap looked around. Jack had been intent on sneaking into Will's quarters, and tricking the whelp into losing the bet. He wasn't planning on getting caught.
Will watched in amusement as his father damn near threw Jack into the long boat. Also, the look on Jack's face was priceless. Although, this left him alone. Again. Damn.
"Quit sulking Sparrow. You can go back aboard soon enough," Bootstrap rowed the longboat toward the island.
"I am not sulking," Jack said indignantly. "Jack Sparrow does not sulk." He crossed his arms, glaring out at the island.
"Oh of course not. What was I thinking?" Bootstrap chuckled.
After walking across the island several times, they gathered everything on Will's list. "Could the lad have put more on his ruddy list?" Jack groaned. "I thought we were only getting just the essentials." He lifted the two large cases of rum. "What do you say to a pint?" Bootstrap asked. "You buying?" "I'm buying." "Well then I say yes to that. Lead the way Bill."
Female voices called out to Jack as they threaded their way through the crowds. Old 'acquaintances' of his, or those who had heard of him and wanted to try him. He ignored them easily enough. What were they, who might at the least slap him, at worst kill him and take his money, compared to William, who as far as he knew wouldn't kill him?
"I'm impressed Jack, I'll admit. You ignorin'em like they're nothing but flies," Bootstrap said as Jack sidestepped an attractive brunette. "Spooky isn't it? They just don't appeal anymore. I think I'm thinking with my head and not…well elsewhere, for once," Jack agreed.
"Jack Sparrow!" Jack whirled around, the trinkets in his hair jangling. "Ana Maria!" he said happily. The dark skinned woman grinned at him and slapped him full across the face. "I know I didn't deserve that!" he held his face. "Matter o' principle Sparrow," she shrugged. "Now what're you doin' here, ignorin' the strumpets what want to try you?" "Bit of a long story Ana. Come along with us an' I'll tell yeh," Jack shuffled the crates around and offered her his arm.
Introductions were made between Bootstrap and Ana as they settled around a table in the back of a tavern with a flagon of rum each. "Well, we're here for supplies, and rum o'course," Jack began. "What ship? The Pearl?" Ana asked, downing half her rum.
Jack shook his head sadly. "No, the Pearl's gone, along with 'er crew 'cept me. The ship we're re-supplying is the Flying Dutchman." "I'd heard of that falling into new ownership. True then?" "Aye. An' I'm part of the crew," Bootstrap added. "But what does that have to do with you ignoring the whores?" "I'm getting to that. Hold on."
Jack finished his rum, and leaned back, enjoying the rapt attention Ana was giving him. She only listened when it was some interesting bit of gossip, and if it was about him, so much the better. And he didn't have a problem divulging the nuances of his love life, if that's what it was.
"D'you recall the lad who was tryin' to rescue his bonny lass when I was trying to get back the Pearl?" Jack asked. "Aye," Ana nodded. "Well, William, that's his name, fell on hard times. Lost his lass to a collapsing roof in that hurricane not long ago. And I paid him a visit," he continued. "Yea, but what does… that…oh!"
Realization dawned on her and she looked at him wide eyed. "Do you mean to tell me that Jack Sparrow, who found pleasurable company on every island he ever made port on, has given up that life all 'cause of some whelp blacksmith turned pirate?"
When Jack nodded, smiling coyly, Ana Maria burst out laughing, a loud infectious laugh.
"Oh Jack, I never thought I'd see it. You'd best watch out for the whelp though. When the whores find out he made them lose their best customer, they'll be right angry," she said fondly. "I suppose you're right. Didn't think of that. And odder things have happened. I made good on getting your ship didn't I?"
"Aye, you did. So tell me, the whelp any good?" Jack looked fleetingly to Bootstrap. "I think I'll see about a room for the night," Will's father said quickly, and left. "Yes Ana, very, very good." "He looked like he could be, though maybe too soft for me. Thought for you too," she raised an eyebrow at him. "Well you'll never know. He's mine," Jack said firmly. "Don't worry about that Jack. Far be it for me to come between you and something that's yours."
Will was undeniably unhappy. He'd propped a chair against the mast and sat, at first, sharpening his sword, eventually staring out to sea. He hated times like that, when the crew was gone, and he had nothing to do. But he had to let them go ashore for a little while. Just because he had to stay on the damned ship for 10 years didn't mean they had to.
He leaned back, semi at ease. However sudden loud cursing jerked him upright too fast. The chair shot forward and he slid down the mast hard, landing on his back. He got up, groaning, and set up his chair.
The sight Will saw when he looked over the side of the ship was really too much. Jack was standing in the longboat, stuck. He had two cases of rum, and couldn't get them and himself up. "Don't just stand there whelp! Help me!" he yelled. "But I'm rather enjoying watching you struggle. It's amusing," Will grinned, leaning on the rail. Jack growled, "William. Help me. Now!" "I don't want to lose the wager," Will called. Damn that wager!
Jack thought hard about his situation. There was only one way out, and he wasn't pleased with it. "Reach for my hand at the same time. No one wins, no one loses," he said grudgingly. Will was, for good reason, stunned. "Are you certain you're Jack Sparrow? The Jack Sparrow I know would never willingly lose a bet." "The Jack Sparrow you know is getting right pissed William, now help me!"
Once on board, Jack leaned over, almost falling back overboard, and hauled the rum up. "Couldn't leave that there," he explained over his shoulder as he carried the rum down to the holds. "No of course not," Will muttered. "I'm not sitting here resisting the urge to shove you against the wall or anything." Poor lad was nothing but pent up sexual frustration. He stalked up and down the length of the deck. The few days had not been kind to him.
Jack strode back on deck, trying to uncork rum. Will grabbed him by the jacket, pushed him against the wall, and crushed their lips together, almost bruising. Jack, surprisingly, pushed him away, gasping. "Almost dropped me rum," he said, a grin quirking at his lips. Will growled. "What's the matter luv?" Jack chuckled deviously. "I could kill you for that bloody wager," Will snarled. "But you won't."
They bickered back and forth, still with Jack pushed against the wall, until Will finally put an end to it.
"Enough! You're impossible. And now I don't even remember what we were arguing about," he sighed. "I almost dropped my rum," Jack prompted. "Ah yes, the rum. And I was resisting the urge to have you here against the wall," Will murmured. "I've been known to have that effect on people. Now, isn't it just you and me here. Whole vessel to ourselves as it were?"
Will whimpered. Damn Jack was not helping his situation. In fact, he was doing the opposite of help. Needless to say, Will was driven beyond rational thought. Which was how Jack ended up with his jacket pushed off and his shirt in tatters.
"You ripped my shirt," Jack said, stunned at such a display, from Will of all people. "Your powers of observation astound me," Will muttered. "My only shirt." "You can have one of mine," Will snapped. Jack started laughing, ignoring Will standing in front of him, glaring for all he was worth. And his worth was rising more each day to Jack, if just for the entertainment value.
Jack's laughter was grating on Will's already fairly non existent nerves. He was getting far too much enjoyment out of Will's discomfort. Without warning, Jack grabbed Will and switched their positions. He pushed himself against Will, smirking at his wide-eyed look of longing.
"You want me William?" he whispered. Will nodded eagerly. "You want me to take you right here on deck against the wall?" Once more, Will nodded.
"Well I'm not going to."
"But why?" Will demanded, shocked. "It's for you. I myself have no problem with it, but I know you are in possession of a delicate modesty. Imagine if one of your crew decided to come back aboard," Jack grinned upon seeing the bright red flush creeping up dear William's face.
Jack's next words were like music to Will's ears. It had been a kind of torture to have the means to relieve pent up sexual frustration, and yet be unable to relieve himself due to a stupid wager which he was far too stubborn to cave into. "What I am going to do, is throw you over my shoulders, carry you to your…our…your quarters, and have my way with you. I dunno 'bout you, but those two days were murder."
It was like Jack had read his mind. Will had no objections to that plan. Except for the being thrown over Jack's shoulder. He just didn't think Jack could lift him. He was quite wrong. Apparently, Jack's lean frame hid muscle, as Will found himself with a view of the deck and, more importantly, the back, lower half of Jack. His shoulder pressed painfully into Will's stomach, jabbing with every step.
"Ow. Ow. OW!" he complained. Jack ignored him, as usual, and kicked open the door. Will winced as he heard wood bang against wood. "Careful of the door Jack. I don't want to replace it." "You're unbelievable Will. One second ago, you were begging me for this, now you're telling me to not dent your door? Is this what it's going to be like with you?" "Most likely." "I'm going to need more rum."
All thoughts of rum and doors flew from their minds as their clothes fell softly to the floor and Jack prepped Will. He inserted two fingers into his pet, never wanting to cause him outright pain. He added another finger, stretching wide. Will held tight to Jack, his arms linked around his neck. His eyes were screwed shut, and his breath was coming in ragged gasps. His back was pushed against the wall next to his desk. Jack lifted Will's hips away from the wall, looking at him questioningly. "Don't stop Jack. Don't bloody stop," Will said hoarsely. "Wouldn't dream of it whelp."
Jack thrust hard into Will, so hard the lad's head thudded against the wall. Will was beyond feeling menial pain such as that though, for Jack had thrust against the little bundle of nerves that made his eyes fly open and a long drawn out moan escape his lips. Slowing his pace, Jack seized Will's cock, which lay firm against his stomach. He stroked slowly, building the pleasure, teasing Will really. Will bit his lip, he was terribly close to the peak, but Jack was drawing it out, not being fair. Until he too lost all sense of control, thrusting into Will with abandon. Will fell forward, his chin on Jack's shoulder, his muscles tensing as he came on his stomach and Jack's hand. Jack thrust a few more times, coming buried in Will, their twin yells ringing throughout the cabin.
Will was trembling, unable to breath, but feeling much, much, better. Jack was in much the same state. "You're going to have to move Jack. I don't think I can stand up much longer," Will said breathlessly. Jack grunted in agreement and flopped back on the bed. "Never, ever again whelp. No wager ever," he sighed. "You're stayin' in here so long as I can keep you in here. You can captain and that's it." "So glad I've your permission to captain my own ship," Will said sarcastically, mopping himself off. "Be lucky I'm lettin' you do that much. Now come to the bed. It's cold here all by me lonesome."
Will lay curled against Jack, tracing the scars that laced Jack's chest and arms. Jack watched him through half closed eyes, slightly amazed that it was the same whelp who had shoved him against the wall earlier. But that Will was just under the surface, waiting for the chance to come out. "Don't fall asleep yet Jack," Will murmured as Jack pulled Will close, burying his face in his hair. Will wriggled free of Jack's grasp and rummaged around in his desk. Jack watched in sleepy amusement as Will cursed and searched for something.
"Jack. Jack look up here," Will snapped his fingers in front of Jack, as Jack tore his gaze away and looked up to Will's face. "I know you don't go for sentimental frivolities, so I'll make it quick and to the point." Will held out his hand.
Jack's deep brown eyes widened as he took in what dangled on a chain from Will's hand. It was the key to the chest with his heart. "It wasn't always yours. But I'm thinking it could be now. If you want it that is," Will said, looking at the ground. He felt the chain tugged from his hand. He looked up to see Jack slipping the chain about his neck. "You sure whelp? About giving it to me?" Jack asked, brows drawn together in slight worry. Will nodded, grinning very slightly. Jack returned the grin and pulled Will back to the bed.
Will was crushed against Jack's chest, the key digging into him. Just as Jack knew that the demanding Will lurked under the surface, so Will knew that under the crafty, coarse exterior resided a gentler Jack Sparrow, who he would only see. He felt odd, but in a good way. And after several minutes of thought, he figured it out. Acting on impulse, Will whispered against Jack's chest. "I love you."
Jack froze where he was. He felt like he'd been doused in cold water. Will didn't seem too concerned that Jack's breath had caught in his throat and he couldn't talk. Not that he knew what to say anyway. Returning the sentiment felt like a good idea. But did he really mean it? He'd said it often enough to whores, but never meant it. He wasn't even certain anyone had ever said it to him and meant it. Well, his mum might've, but he couldn't recall. Then, using his brains, he thought it out. He respected Will to a point, enjoyed screwing him senseless, and got angry and jealous at the thought of Will leaving him. He supposed then, he could say it and mean it. "Love you too whelp," he said gruffly.
Will rolled his eyes up to look at Jack, who was feigning sleep. They both knew Will had heard him, but Jack was not one for sentiment. Chuckling quietly at Jack's embarrassment, Will pulled a sheet up over him to prevent cold and fell into a blissful sleep.
PirateTurtle4: hey everyone. Sorry about the long wait on this chapter. The world was conspiring against me, and didn't want me to post anything. Could I perhaps persuade you to review?
