Disclaimer:: ::dramatic sigh:: Noo.. I don't own it… I don't own much of anything when you come down to it… I mean technically I didn't make the money that funds my clothes and my toys… I don't even own this coke but I'm halfway done drinking it so you can't take it away. Miiiinneee.
Summary:: basic story line for slashers. Will misses Jack, Jack comes back for freak reason, Jack takes Will away and shagging ensues. Only... there wont be much actual shagging until I get the balls to write it hehehe so we'll just have to live with flirting, sexual tension, and humor. (I'm not even too sure I did well with the sexual tension. . . . ::bangs head against wall:: Anyway, go on ahead and enjoy!
Authors note ::but before you enjoy, I hafta stop you right there. This is just a test portion of all I've written so far, so if ya like it, tell me and I'll be forced to post more up. Ta!
3 months ago. 3 months, two days and one night. It was that long ago that Will Turner had last seen Jack Sparrow, sailing into the horizon. The more Will thought about this the more tempting it became, and the more miserable his home life was.
He sighed and put his hammer down then ran his hands through his disheveled hair.
It had all been shot to hell. The wedding the honeymoon his whole perfect ending life was no more.
When Elizabeth's father ailed and died suddenly, a month and a half of planning for the wedding was wasted. She inherited the house and the fortune so that she and Will could live very comfortably for a long time coming. But until the proper mourning time was completed and they wedded, Will was stuck in his room above his shop and only saw Elizabeth a couple of times a week when neither of them were busy.
Will began fantasizing about how life as a pirate while beginning to hammer once again.
Living free on a ship as wild as the wind and untamed, doing as he pleased when he pleased, no rules of society holding back. Only him and the open sea. Him, the open sea and … Jack.
He smiled at the thought of jack for a second before screaming in pain as he smashed his thumb with his hammer.
"Aaaahhhgg! Bloody hammer oww!!" He held his thumb in his mouth with a pitiful face pouting at nothing.
"Now, whelp, you shouldn't yell like that. Ye don't want to wake up the whole street do ye?"
Will's eyes went wide at the familiar voice he'd only heard in his dreams where he took him away on the Black Pearl and never looked back. Of course the dreams where perfectly straight and non gay. Suuuure.
"Omigud juck!" Will exclaimed from around his thumb. Jack gave an amused grin.
"That's Captain Juck, to you mate." Jack sauntered over to the shocked will and reached out and took Will's hand in his and looked at the smished thumb and gave a disapproving look.
"A blacksmith like you, I'd have expected better." Will grabbed his hand back and regained his composure.
"It wasn't my fault. It was the bloody hammers fault. The handle is too slick."
"Slick handle, eh?" Jack said thoughtfully then fingered at the hammer in a most provocative way. Will's mouth went dry the nodded, trying to look normal. Jack looked up at him and stated casually
" Well, this handle isn't very slick but I'm sure we could find one that is if we looked hard enough."
Will's eyes widened and his lips parted slightly. Jack slapped him on the back in a friendly way and walked over to a chair where he sprawled himself out and played with a sword he picked up randomly.
" Why did you come back, Jack? You know very well there's a spot out on those cliffs with your corpses name on them."
"Hmmm does it say captain? Or just Jack?"
Will rolled his eyes and walked over to Jack.
"Jack, you know this isn't safe. Why in gods name would you return, now answer me directly or I will have your guts for garters and I'll hang that stupid little hat of yours-" Will was cut off when Jack poked the sword in his face.
"Now don't be callin' me hat stupid. I'd apologize to it ri' now if I was you" Will rolled his eyes.
"And if I was to apologize to your hat would you answer my question?"
"Maybe. Let's see and find out." Will sighed exasperatedly
" I'm sorry for calling you stupid, Captain Jack Sparrow's Hat."
"'Is name is Henry."
"I'm sorry, Henry."
"What are you sorry for?"
/sigh/
"For calling you stupid."
"For calling who stupid?"
"Your hat."
"…"
"Henry!! I'm soooo sorry Henry for calling you stupid and insulting you, I had no idea hats had feelings!"
"They don't have feelings, mate. Don't be stupid." Will held his hands up over his head and let out a roar of anger.
"Jaaaaaccckkk!!!" Jack slipped the sword back in its place and looked up at will innocently.
"Mmmyeeees?" Will glared at Jack and started pacing back and forth, mumbling to himself, causing Jack to look at him curiously from his seat, then Will turned sharply on his heel and stuck his face close to Jack, who had recoiled slightly in shock.
"Do you see it Jack?! Do you see it twitch???" Jack wondered what he wanted him to see twitch and got ready to make a suggestive comment when he was cut off by Will, who stuck his finger in his own eye.
"See it twitch Captain? See what you make my eye do?? See it twitch?!!?" Jack made a small concerned face and gently removed wills finger from his eye.
"Now, now, it wouldn't do if you poked your own eye out, would it?" He held Will's hand in his and patted the top of it, talking to him like he was a small child.
"Now sit down an' tell ol' Jackie what's changed since I last sailed away on me ship…"
Slowly Will pulled a chair in front of Jack's and laid his head in his hands.
"I can't do it. I can't wait for her. I love her but I'm only human Jack, I just *can't*. I feel horrible but I can't possibly do this anymore, after all we've been through and It's just too much to deal with, with the waiting and the courting and it's bloody horrendous. I can't." Jack leaned forward, and put his fingers to his lips, as if in deep though, inferring that the "Her" was Elizabeth, but he couldn't understand much more.
"Wait?"
"Yeah. Her father died so now we have to go through this sodding mourning ritual bull crap and I want her now but it'll be months before… I'm a man Jack; I can only wait so long, ya know? It's just a matter of time before I start looking to whores for comfort. Now look at this! I'm blaming her for her father's death and I sound bloody selfish, after all we've been through and all I can think about is getting her into bed. I'm such a horrible person. Do you think I'm a horrible person, Jack?" Will looked up at Jack's contemplative face with puppy dog eyes, pleading to be scolded for his behavior, but looking to Jack for this wasn't the way to go.
After a long pause he spoke.
"No. I don't think you're a horrible person. You're a man, a boy; desires of the flesh are natural. And it must be horrible considering you've never been…" Jack flipped his hand in the air suggestively.
"What? Yes I have." Will said defensively. "Several times infact. With several women."
/Snort/
"Why'd you do that? Don't you believe me?"
"No I don't believe you. Would you believe you if you were me?"
"Well…" Jack leaned forward and lightly placed his hand on Will's thigh, causing Will to furrow his eyebrows.
"Listen mate. Come with me to Tortuga, Buy yerself a 'ore and then you wont be so…" he stroked wills thigh a little and said quietly "so damn innocent… savvy?"
Wills mind went a little wacky, what with the thoughts of whores and Tortuga and leaving with jack and jack stroking his thigh felt so damn good all he could say was an immediate slightly breathy
"Yes"
Jack instantly jumped up and yelled
"Tha's wonderful!" Will joined him in standing and smiled weakly.
"But what about Elizabeth?"
"We shall go tell her. now. Me and you."
"At this hour of the night? She'll be asleep."
"Then you shall awaken her."
"I cant. I wont, it'll break her heart if I leave her."
"How can you be so sure?"
"What?" Jack flailed his arms in the air and started pacing casually back and forth.
"You know how you feel and perhaps our dear Swann feels the same? Did you ever consider that, mate?"
Will shifted uncomfortably
"No I suppose not but-"
"But nothing. Lets go."
Jack headed out the door, followed closely by an exasperated Will