Title: Corsair
Author: Dorian Elizabeth
Rating: Currently PG.but we're progressing I swear.
Pairing: Will/Jack...and some innocent Will/Elizabeth.
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it were, well...I would be wealthy and pleased.
Feedback: Please...it encourages my muse, greatly.
Summary: "It's funny how beautiful people look when they're walking out the door" and "Just because someone sees, you know, two naked people asleep in bed together, it doesn't necessarily prove sex was involved. It does, however, make for a very strong case." (Both quotes are from Velvet Goldmine).
Author's Note: Chapter's a bit longer, but I'm not sure whether or not it's good. I'm a little tipsy with Christmas cheer right now. We're finally getting somewhere, though, and that's good. I hope everyone had a good Christmas. Sorry it took so long to post this. My computer has been out of service for a while. On with the story..
Corsair Chapter 4
It had been a long day, and Will felt the exhaustion in his bones. Sitting on his bed, he slowly removed his boots. It felt wonderful to be off his feet. He sidled over to the end of his bed and placed the boots on the floor. Sighing, he lay back against the firm mattress and soft sheets.
Jack had been very understanding, but stern nonetheless. Will had great respect for the man. Respect for a pirate. He found the thought ironic, until he realized he had become a pirate himself.
Looking at the ceiling Will imagined Jack's face. The way Jack worked his way into his thoughts in a very inconvenient and improper way was very unnerving. He sighed and closed his eyes.
He opened them a few moments later, sensing something amiss. There stood Jack, looking at him with amusement. Was it really Jack? He hoped so, and then tried to suppress the feeling. He looked confusedly at his captain.
"I was wondering where you were. Not like a pirate to miss dinner. Unnatural, it is." Jack smiled.
"I'm not a pirate," Will said, hopelessly, knowing denying his blood was horribly useless, "and in any case, I was more tired than hungry, and more thoughtful than tired."
"Thoughtful, hmmmm? What's been on yer mind, whelp?" Jack was now sitting on his bed, awfully close. Their proximity set Will's heart at an embarrassingly quick pace.
"Just.things. What I want, who I am," he sighed.
"Questions like those take a life to answer, and are not worth skipping dinner. Or rum," here, Jack produced a bottle from his jacket and took a long swig before offering it to Will.
"None for me. My head is still ringing from last time."
Jack laughed, corked the bottle and put it back into his jacket pocket.
"You've been thinking of other things, more specific things, haven't you?"
"Well, yes. But they have no weight. They mean nothing." Will was getting flustered, to the amusement of Jack.
"I think they mean something. Otherwise, why would you be thinking of them?"
"They mean something now, but would they mean something in a few months time?"
"Yes, of course they would, if you truly cared about them."
"I do care about them, more than I can say. More than I'd like to admit, in fact." Will looked down, his mind wandering. He noticed Jack had gotten a lot closer.
"Good. So what's the problem? Perhaps they care about you a lot more than you think."
"I get the feeling we're talking about something else now, Jack."
"I hope you're right, lad. I really do."
With that, Jack leaned over and kissed an unsuspecting Will full on his lips. Will eagerly kissed back for a moment before pulling away to better situate himself. But the realization of what he was doing, and the significance it held struck him.
"Jack," he spoke, with breathless bewilderment. "I - what are we doing?"
"Well, I didn't expect I'd have to explain it to you. But I will. We were talking. And then, I kissed you. And you kissed back. Seemed all right to me."
"But - it isn't right."
"Define 'right'."
"Jack, you know right from wrong, I'm sure."
"Pirate." Jack shrugged, and smiled. "Look lad, it isn't a big deal. It happens more often than you think."
Will looked hurt. Part of him hoped that this was something special and extraordinary, like Jack, and that part of him took over.
"I don't want to be another one of your common whores, Jack," he growled.
Now it was Jack's turn to be hurt, and he wasn't merely pretending.
"Will, listen to me. I care about you. For a long time, I've cared about you. And if I thought of you as a common whore, I wouldn't waste my time on you. Why do you think I've kept in touch with your bonny lass?"
"Elizabeth?" Will gasped, in wonder. "Does she.know?"
"No, no. But it was my way of being close to you without you knowing and suspecting. I'm not sure you would've, but I wasn't about to take any risks."
Will smiled at the irony. A pirate, not taking any risks. But when he looked into Jack's eyes, he realized the severity of that statement.
"Jack, I've felt something for so long. It surpasses anything I've ever felt for Elizabeth. And then I realized it was you."
Jack smiled and kissed him again. This time, the kiss let loose the pent up passions of both men. Will leaned into the caresses of Jack's firm hand on his cheek. Soon, Jack lay on top of Will unbuttoning his white linen shirt.
"Cap'n!" came the exaggerated voice of Gibbs. "Cap'n, there's a ship off the port bow, and a fight goin' on between Anamaria and Cotton's parrot. This one looks bad. Jack, where the bloody 'ell are you?"
"Damn the man to Hell." Jack grumbled, peeling himself away from his new lover.
Will looked at him and frowned. Jack smiled apologetically and kissed Will's cheek.
"I'll be back for you, luv. Captain's word." He turned around and left, and after opening the door, he faced Will and smiled warmly. He walked out and closed the door behind him.
Will sighed and sat up. He was so confused, but he couldn't quiet the pounding of his heart and the giddy, joyous feeling that welled up inside of him. He wondered if he himself knew right from wrong. He glanced out of the window that overlooked the ocean and smiled before laying back down and daydreaming.
Author: Dorian Elizabeth
Rating: Currently PG.but we're progressing I swear.
Pairing: Will/Jack...and some innocent Will/Elizabeth.
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it were, well...I would be wealthy and pleased.
Feedback: Please...it encourages my muse, greatly.
Summary: "It's funny how beautiful people look when they're walking out the door" and "Just because someone sees, you know, two naked people asleep in bed together, it doesn't necessarily prove sex was involved. It does, however, make for a very strong case." (Both quotes are from Velvet Goldmine).
Author's Note: Chapter's a bit longer, but I'm not sure whether or not it's good. I'm a little tipsy with Christmas cheer right now. We're finally getting somewhere, though, and that's good. I hope everyone had a good Christmas. Sorry it took so long to post this. My computer has been out of service for a while. On with the story..
Corsair Chapter 4
It had been a long day, and Will felt the exhaustion in his bones. Sitting on his bed, he slowly removed his boots. It felt wonderful to be off his feet. He sidled over to the end of his bed and placed the boots on the floor. Sighing, he lay back against the firm mattress and soft sheets.
Jack had been very understanding, but stern nonetheless. Will had great respect for the man. Respect for a pirate. He found the thought ironic, until he realized he had become a pirate himself.
Looking at the ceiling Will imagined Jack's face. The way Jack worked his way into his thoughts in a very inconvenient and improper way was very unnerving. He sighed and closed his eyes.
He opened them a few moments later, sensing something amiss. There stood Jack, looking at him with amusement. Was it really Jack? He hoped so, and then tried to suppress the feeling. He looked confusedly at his captain.
"I was wondering where you were. Not like a pirate to miss dinner. Unnatural, it is." Jack smiled.
"I'm not a pirate," Will said, hopelessly, knowing denying his blood was horribly useless, "and in any case, I was more tired than hungry, and more thoughtful than tired."
"Thoughtful, hmmmm? What's been on yer mind, whelp?" Jack was now sitting on his bed, awfully close. Their proximity set Will's heart at an embarrassingly quick pace.
"Just.things. What I want, who I am," he sighed.
"Questions like those take a life to answer, and are not worth skipping dinner. Or rum," here, Jack produced a bottle from his jacket and took a long swig before offering it to Will.
"None for me. My head is still ringing from last time."
Jack laughed, corked the bottle and put it back into his jacket pocket.
"You've been thinking of other things, more specific things, haven't you?"
"Well, yes. But they have no weight. They mean nothing." Will was getting flustered, to the amusement of Jack.
"I think they mean something. Otherwise, why would you be thinking of them?"
"They mean something now, but would they mean something in a few months time?"
"Yes, of course they would, if you truly cared about them."
"I do care about them, more than I can say. More than I'd like to admit, in fact." Will looked down, his mind wandering. He noticed Jack had gotten a lot closer.
"Good. So what's the problem? Perhaps they care about you a lot more than you think."
"I get the feeling we're talking about something else now, Jack."
"I hope you're right, lad. I really do."
With that, Jack leaned over and kissed an unsuspecting Will full on his lips. Will eagerly kissed back for a moment before pulling away to better situate himself. But the realization of what he was doing, and the significance it held struck him.
"Jack," he spoke, with breathless bewilderment. "I - what are we doing?"
"Well, I didn't expect I'd have to explain it to you. But I will. We were talking. And then, I kissed you. And you kissed back. Seemed all right to me."
"But - it isn't right."
"Define 'right'."
"Jack, you know right from wrong, I'm sure."
"Pirate." Jack shrugged, and smiled. "Look lad, it isn't a big deal. It happens more often than you think."
Will looked hurt. Part of him hoped that this was something special and extraordinary, like Jack, and that part of him took over.
"I don't want to be another one of your common whores, Jack," he growled.
Now it was Jack's turn to be hurt, and he wasn't merely pretending.
"Will, listen to me. I care about you. For a long time, I've cared about you. And if I thought of you as a common whore, I wouldn't waste my time on you. Why do you think I've kept in touch with your bonny lass?"
"Elizabeth?" Will gasped, in wonder. "Does she.know?"
"No, no. But it was my way of being close to you without you knowing and suspecting. I'm not sure you would've, but I wasn't about to take any risks."
Will smiled at the irony. A pirate, not taking any risks. But when he looked into Jack's eyes, he realized the severity of that statement.
"Jack, I've felt something for so long. It surpasses anything I've ever felt for Elizabeth. And then I realized it was you."
Jack smiled and kissed him again. This time, the kiss let loose the pent up passions of both men. Will leaned into the caresses of Jack's firm hand on his cheek. Soon, Jack lay on top of Will unbuttoning his white linen shirt.
"Cap'n!" came the exaggerated voice of Gibbs. "Cap'n, there's a ship off the port bow, and a fight goin' on between Anamaria and Cotton's parrot. This one looks bad. Jack, where the bloody 'ell are you?"
"Damn the man to Hell." Jack grumbled, peeling himself away from his new lover.
Will looked at him and frowned. Jack smiled apologetically and kissed Will's cheek.
"I'll be back for you, luv. Captain's word." He turned around and left, and after opening the door, he faced Will and smiled warmly. He walked out and closed the door behind him.
Will sighed and sat up. He was so confused, but he couldn't quiet the pounding of his heart and the giddy, joyous feeling that welled up inside of him. He wondered if he himself knew right from wrong. He glanced out of the window that overlooked the ocean and smiled before laying back down and daydreaming.