Yeah! I made it to this chapter finally! Wow!
I HAVE been doing highers though, so I'm not amazed that I didn't do this earlier.
Not much up to talkie time, so I'll just go onward and upward!
If It Comes Back ....
Shades of dusk pink slithered through the window in Jack's room. The light was dying as it did every night, but it did not seem so to Will. To Will, everything was alive – the scents of oranges and honey, the curious light that enveloped the sleeping pirate... and Jack himself, whose shallow breathing spoke volumes of life the young Blacksmith. Captain Sparrow's hand was curled tightly around the soft pillows that Will had replaced himself with. He could swear that he felt the twitch of the delicate but calloused fingers on his chest. He should not have left, his leg may have been asleep, but contact with Jack was a rarity... or at least it was now.
The soft, comforting wood of the floorboards underfoot made a muted shuffling noise as the new pirate padded over the Captain's bed once more. He knew this trail well, the few steps, the nervousness that came with being so close, with having the bizarre chances he required each and every time he walked this path, but this time was different. The room was hushed with the same electricity that can be felt only with a titanic storm is bound, the same amazement and fear and something of elation that lined such thoughts.
And there he was.
Sitting on the soft blankets that twisted beneath Jack like a dormant vortex, breathing the scent of the man before him and extending one arm to the other side of him to lean upon as he drifted closer to the face that enchanted him and that was now calm. He would not simply bid Jack goodnight, or slink back to his chair.
He could feel Jack's breath on his lips.
If Jack was still fevered, his deliria could be taken advantage of should something go wrong – but no, not even a Sparrow in his swansong would excuse this-
His lips.
No returning, and now, no panic. It was a simple triumph that felt as though there was not a force in the world that could deny him this. His lips sought more satisfaction from the touch. The over whelming feel of soft beard on skin, and velvet lips on silk ones.
Still half in sleep, Jack reacted. His lips opened slightly, welcoming the youth's mouth as if he had been expecting it for some time. Will drew back slightly, the horror of wondering who the pirate supposed he was; some whore in Tortuga, a figment of a fevered imagination or just 'comfort'.
But as his heart crumbled in on itself, he heard his name, soft and weak and sleepy but entirely there. He looked down, only to be met by a steady gaze from his captain – the expression unreadable. In a one still moment, he felt Jack's hand rest on the small of his back and pull him closer. It was pure elation as there lips met for the second time, more forcefully than before. Arms wrapping around each other as it they were solidified illusions that would be taken from this reality at any moment, mouths searching and plundering one another as passion lit the room.
They drew back for a second. Tears and questions lined their eyes. Will hung his head so that it drooped onto the other man's shoulder as said other man pulled him down so that the youth rested fully.
"How long have you known?" Will's voice came slightly muffled by the elder man's shoulder.
"You assume I knew Turner," he replied quite smugly as he wrapped his arm more tightly around his prize, "I only hoped."
They stayed like this until the sun lost interest in their tale, letting everything sink in and fall where it may.
"When?" broke the comfortable silence.
"When what?" Jack asked quizzically
Will looked up at him, repositioning his head to allow the conversation to continue – then realization flashed across his face.
"Is it simply on a whim that you accept how I feel." A familiar, low, rumbling laugh escaped the Captain's lips – it was the laugh that had been missing for nearly a year.
"Ah, 'when'," he repeated, he then became serious as he noticed the grave expression on the blacksmith's face," I doubt that's possible, had it been anyone else, Will, their head would not be so perfectly connected to their body as yours is now," he traced a line up Will's neck with his thumb as he spoke. The young man closed his eyes at the touch.
"Besides, it was on the Dauntless..." he stated in his charming slur. His lips were still slightly parted in waiting for an answer as if ready to defend himself, instead of a drabble of shocked words; Will lay his head in the crook of Captain Sparrow's neck.
Jack leaned up on his elbows, knocking young Turner from his resting spot.
"Oi. What about you? You can't just ask me the awkward questions and not expect me to wonder the same love."
The blacksmith laughed softly," I'm not sure that I know," he heard the pirate growl slightly, "I think I may have loved you from the moment I saw you lying there in the cell in Port Royal, but I wouldn't have known it – I thought I loved Elizabeth and that that was all that should matter to me... But when they were going to hang you and I couldn't get to you, I think I knew then, just as I knew when you fell back into the ocean."
"You always give such vague answers," he countered affectionately. Something had returned to him in nothing more than a few short moments; some spark in his eyes or richness in his voice or an inkling that he would now sleep with his sword close at hand.
They heard shouts from above deck that the winds had picked up.
The seasoned pirate kissed the forehead of the man he thought was lost to him. It was the moon and stars that lit the room now. They could see nothing but for the white light that glanced off of one another, revealing their position. They were fitted together somehow, it was the kind of fit that neither had experienced before, there had never been such comfort in falling asleep so close to another person.
Will's mind was pondering all the moments that they had spent together, and then he came to the last he saw of Jack in Port Royal... 'Nice Hat'.
"Why did you leave me Jack?" the question that had been on his tongue for so long finally passed his lips.
"Why did you let me go?"
"You know why. What else could I have done-"
"I left," the captain interrupted, "because I thought there was little chance that you'd leave Elizabeth for me... Have you ever heard that if you love something you let it go, and it is only yours if it returns?"
"I believe I heard the Commodore remark on it once. But you let it go Jack, you don't run from it."
"But you returned just the same," he smiled, "and therefore, you are mine." Jack squeezed Will ever so slightly.
"I can live with that, Captain, but you do know that you are also mine and mine alone."
"Whatever's fair love," His feral grim appeared in the dark as they both wrapped the blankets around them and fell again, to sleep in the knowledge that nothing that they could dream would be so sweet as the blissful reality that they would wake to.
I know its quite short, there was meant to be more but this rounds it off better. There will be a very short chapter next on what they woke up to or something but I'm debating on whether or not to continue this story into the action and angst stages I had, though I do like them. So cast your votes please and review this little chapter and I shall enjoy it muchly.
This is the first chappy that I have ever written in one sitting. I really tried to give atmosphere but no amount of work from my little typing fingers can make enough magic it seems.
TTFN. Crimson.
I HAVE been doing highers though, so I'm not amazed that I didn't do this earlier.
Not much up to talkie time, so I'll just go onward and upward!
If It Comes Back ....
Shades of dusk pink slithered through the window in Jack's room. The light was dying as it did every night, but it did not seem so to Will. To Will, everything was alive – the scents of oranges and honey, the curious light that enveloped the sleeping pirate... and Jack himself, whose shallow breathing spoke volumes of life the young Blacksmith. Captain Sparrow's hand was curled tightly around the soft pillows that Will had replaced himself with. He could swear that he felt the twitch of the delicate but calloused fingers on his chest. He should not have left, his leg may have been asleep, but contact with Jack was a rarity... or at least it was now.
The soft, comforting wood of the floorboards underfoot made a muted shuffling noise as the new pirate padded over the Captain's bed once more. He knew this trail well, the few steps, the nervousness that came with being so close, with having the bizarre chances he required each and every time he walked this path, but this time was different. The room was hushed with the same electricity that can be felt only with a titanic storm is bound, the same amazement and fear and something of elation that lined such thoughts.
And there he was.
Sitting on the soft blankets that twisted beneath Jack like a dormant vortex, breathing the scent of the man before him and extending one arm to the other side of him to lean upon as he drifted closer to the face that enchanted him and that was now calm. He would not simply bid Jack goodnight, or slink back to his chair.
He could feel Jack's breath on his lips.
If Jack was still fevered, his deliria could be taken advantage of should something go wrong – but no, not even a Sparrow in his swansong would excuse this-
His lips.
No returning, and now, no panic. It was a simple triumph that felt as though there was not a force in the world that could deny him this. His lips sought more satisfaction from the touch. The over whelming feel of soft beard on skin, and velvet lips on silk ones.
Still half in sleep, Jack reacted. His lips opened slightly, welcoming the youth's mouth as if he had been expecting it for some time. Will drew back slightly, the horror of wondering who the pirate supposed he was; some whore in Tortuga, a figment of a fevered imagination or just 'comfort'.
But as his heart crumbled in on itself, he heard his name, soft and weak and sleepy but entirely there. He looked down, only to be met by a steady gaze from his captain – the expression unreadable. In a one still moment, he felt Jack's hand rest on the small of his back and pull him closer. It was pure elation as there lips met for the second time, more forcefully than before. Arms wrapping around each other as it they were solidified illusions that would be taken from this reality at any moment, mouths searching and plundering one another as passion lit the room.
They drew back for a second. Tears and questions lined their eyes. Will hung his head so that it drooped onto the other man's shoulder as said other man pulled him down so that the youth rested fully.
"How long have you known?" Will's voice came slightly muffled by the elder man's shoulder.
"You assume I knew Turner," he replied quite smugly as he wrapped his arm more tightly around his prize, "I only hoped."
They stayed like this until the sun lost interest in their tale, letting everything sink in and fall where it may.
"When?" broke the comfortable silence.
"When what?" Jack asked quizzically
Will looked up at him, repositioning his head to allow the conversation to continue – then realization flashed across his face.
"Is it simply on a whim that you accept how I feel." A familiar, low, rumbling laugh escaped the Captain's lips – it was the laugh that had been missing for nearly a year.
"Ah, 'when'," he repeated, he then became serious as he noticed the grave expression on the blacksmith's face," I doubt that's possible, had it been anyone else, Will, their head would not be so perfectly connected to their body as yours is now," he traced a line up Will's neck with his thumb as he spoke. The young man closed his eyes at the touch.
"Besides, it was on the Dauntless..." he stated in his charming slur. His lips were still slightly parted in waiting for an answer as if ready to defend himself, instead of a drabble of shocked words; Will lay his head in the crook of Captain Sparrow's neck.
Jack leaned up on his elbows, knocking young Turner from his resting spot.
"Oi. What about you? You can't just ask me the awkward questions and not expect me to wonder the same love."
The blacksmith laughed softly," I'm not sure that I know," he heard the pirate growl slightly, "I think I may have loved you from the moment I saw you lying there in the cell in Port Royal, but I wouldn't have known it – I thought I loved Elizabeth and that that was all that should matter to me... But when they were going to hang you and I couldn't get to you, I think I knew then, just as I knew when you fell back into the ocean."
"You always give such vague answers," he countered affectionately. Something had returned to him in nothing more than a few short moments; some spark in his eyes or richness in his voice or an inkling that he would now sleep with his sword close at hand.
They heard shouts from above deck that the winds had picked up.
The seasoned pirate kissed the forehead of the man he thought was lost to him. It was the moon and stars that lit the room now. They could see nothing but for the white light that glanced off of one another, revealing their position. They were fitted together somehow, it was the kind of fit that neither had experienced before, there had never been such comfort in falling asleep so close to another person.
Will's mind was pondering all the moments that they had spent together, and then he came to the last he saw of Jack in Port Royal... 'Nice Hat'.
"Why did you leave me Jack?" the question that had been on his tongue for so long finally passed his lips.
"Why did you let me go?"
"You know why. What else could I have done-"
"I left," the captain interrupted, "because I thought there was little chance that you'd leave Elizabeth for me... Have you ever heard that if you love something you let it go, and it is only yours if it returns?"
"I believe I heard the Commodore remark on it once. But you let it go Jack, you don't run from it."
"But you returned just the same," he smiled, "and therefore, you are mine." Jack squeezed Will ever so slightly.
"I can live with that, Captain, but you do know that you are also mine and mine alone."
"Whatever's fair love," His feral grim appeared in the dark as they both wrapped the blankets around them and fell again, to sleep in the knowledge that nothing that they could dream would be so sweet as the blissful reality that they would wake to.
I know its quite short, there was meant to be more but this rounds it off better. There will be a very short chapter next on what they woke up to or something but I'm debating on whether or not to continue this story into the action and angst stages I had, though I do like them. So cast your votes please and review this little chapter and I shall enjoy it muchly.
This is the first chappy that I have ever written in one sitting. I really tried to give atmosphere but no amount of work from my little typing fingers can make enough magic it seems.
TTFN. Crimson.