Q.W. Wow! Thanks! I was a little cheesed, but I'm so glad you like. I
should've made reference...it didn't occur to me. Plus I'm going to build on
that...so I suppose I should! To the author of Dead End Angels, I'm sorry!
And to you QW...keep reading! I'm sorry for being a little hasty myself.
Everyone else too...R and R! I'll post as fast as I can but those stupid mid- terms...oh well. Between this and finishing up the other I'm busy! I'll work fast!
Hope you enjoy...I'm gunna have my slashy actions up! Will is just such a cutey!
After school, Will proceeded to Norrington's stuffy classroom for detention. He met Damian in the hall and walked with him.
Right before they turned the corner to Norrington's room, an evil look flashed in Damian's eyes. "Let's ditch."
Will rolled his eyes. "Haven't you gotten me in enough trouble already?"
Damian shook his head and threw a puppy-dog pout at Will. Will shook his head too, then said, "No way in hell. My parents will KILL me!"
"So you'll come."
"Wait. . . what?"
Damian didn't respond. He just grabbed Will's arm and tugged him down the hall, giggling.
Outside the air was crisp and simply autumny. Port Royale (in Massachusetts) glistened in the sunlight, and Damian just smiled and smiled. Slyly he slipped his hand in Will's as they wandered down Main Street together. The leaves were just beginning to turn to flaming colors and the grass was still green, but the air was cool and the sky began to change to an icier blue.
They walked past the Barnes and Nobles, past the graveyard and church, past the Organics food store. Soon they could smell the Atlantic ocean, the docks that were only a few more blocks away.
Damian walked closer to Will. Will picked up his message and slipped his arm around Damian's broad shoulders. Damian placed his tan arms on Will's strong back. Will, the slightly taller, drew Damian into him even more.
Jack's face instinctively moved in. Their lips met. Venice was a hell of a kisser. God. . .
Jack could kiss her all day. Nothing else mattered. When they stopped again, Venice took notice of her surroundings and said, "Hey, we're at the docks!"
Jack grinned and joked, "Nah, this is just the hallucinations you get off of kissing me."
"Oh yeah, you just make me so high." Venice grinned cutely and Jack led her back towards the small forest behind them. Even from down here Jack could smell the coffee and hairspray from the row of shops on Main Street. He smelled the salty ocean.
But all the smells disappeared when Venice slinked up to him and slipped her arms around his neck. Then all he smells was her cinnamon-lavender hair, her vanilla skin, her spicy perfume. Then smells didn't matter, it was just the feeling.
His stomach did a pleasant flip, and his throat tingled. His legs went numb and he fell over with Venice's lips still massaging his own. The grass below them was soft, and they had missed the trees by a few feet.
Soon Venice rolled off of him. Jack looked at her. "Ok. . ." Was all he could say.
She smiled shyly and curled up in his arm, snuggling into his warm body. Jack smiled as she closed her eyes, and allowed his hands to sit on the front of her shoulder and on her lower stomach. He watched the clouds float by.
Before he knew it, he was drifting off to sleep himself, with the best kind of teddybear in his arms.
Will and Damian walked along the sidewalked that rimmed the forest and the ocean. The air had grown soft to them as their skin softened towards it, and they kept each other warm.
As the two boys walked the curving sidewalk, they were somewhat surprised to see Jack and Venice curled up on the grass. They looked so adorable together.
Will noticed that Venice's sleave was pushed up to about her elbow, and there were intricite designs drawn on them. . . spirals and shapes and lines. He walked up to her, leaving Damian's side. Damian watched, a little confused.
Will studied them scrupulously. The designs weren't drawings. They were carvings.
Suddenly Venice jumped up, wide awake. She snarled, but put her sleave down. Will backed away.
Realizing what had happened, she smiled softly. "Why, hello boys. Come here often?"
Will grinned. "You look like you got fairly acquainted with my little bit of land."
Venice blushed. Damian grinned.
"Damian! When was the last time you walked down here, eh?"
Damian shrugged non chalantly. "Probably a few years ago. Who's he?"
"Jack Sparrow. Classmate. New. Why weren't you in homeroom this morning?"
"I was late. Stupid office. . . messed up my locker."
Venice eyed him but whatever she was thinking she let slip away. Her tapered fingers wove together and she stretched, giggling.
Her laugh woke a very sleepy Jack. "'Ello, Will. Who's your friend?" He said as he stood wobbly. He stretched too, exactly like Venice had.
"Damian Spade."
"Any relation?" Jack asked as he slipped his arm around Venice's waist.
"Half siblings, love," Venice said, "Same dad, different mums."
Jack nodded. Then he searched around for his coffee only to realize it wasn't anywhere to be seen.
"Bloody hell! Why is the coffee gone?"
On Jack's desperate plead, the four went to Barnes and Nobles again.
After fulfilling Jack's need for coffee, and the rest of them getting something warm as well, they gathered around a high, round table and sat on the stools.
Will's feet were the only ones that touched the ground at all. Jack's almost did. Damian's feet could by absolute tip-toe and Venice's couldn't at all, even if she sat on the very end of her chair and pointed her well- trained dance toes.
This was the topic of their conversation for a little while.
Deciding against going back outside, for the temperature was slowly dropping, they stayed in Barnes and Nobles. Venice picked up a CD she had been looking for and Will picked up a book he had needed.
More than once each couple had snuck off and kissed in a deserted isle of the book store. Venice enjoyed clearing her throat immediately behind them. But then again, Damian did the same thing right back.
When the quartet finally grew bored, they piled into Jack's car and went to Jack's house.
The car ride was pleasant enough, with Venice's new CD blaring and hands being held and touched constantly. The heat was turned on a little bit, and everything was very comfortable.
Noticing that Will and Damian had fallen asleep together in the back seat, he extended the drive, taking the long way home. Venice was beginning to doze off too.
Jack got bored of this too, and took off towards the tree-shadowed road that he lived on.
Damian was debating whether he liked waking up from his position, having Will move his head from his lap. He sighed and shrugged. Hopefully they'd watch a movie or something where it could happen again.
And luck was on his side, because after a few minutes, popcorn's mini explosions could be heard in the microwave, and Jack was fiddling with the DVD remote.
At the beep, Venice wandered out and got the bag of popcorn. Jack shouted, "Eureka!" Triumphantly, waiting as the previews rolled. He situated himself on an overstuffed chair and relaxed, while Damian and Will sat close on the couch.
Secretly, Jack wondered how long it would be until they were both laying down.
Venice wandered in with a glass bowl full of salty, buttery, popcorny goodness. She put it on the table between Jack and the other two boys and looked around.
"So where does the lady sit?"
Damian snorted. "Lady? Where?"
Venice glared at him. "Here."
Jack sat up and motioned to his lap. "Right here sound alright?"
Venice smiled and settled herself on the chair with Jack. Will watched, taking guesses in his head about how long it would take for them to start on each other.
Damian's hand found it's way onto Will's leg, and Will gasped out of his thoughts. Damian's fingers drumed on Will's knee. Not wanting to hold back anymore, Will put his hand on Damian's leg, but higher.
Damian grinned at the challenge. His hand moved up. So did Will's.
It only took about 15 minutes of off and on movie watching, teasing, and touching before the two boys layed down together on the soft couch.
Jack tried to control himself as Venice's hands trickled lightly up and down the back of his neck. His arm was wrapped around her waist and his fingers tucked into the tip of her pants. The other hand rested on her thigh.
To tease him, Venice pushed his face gently towards her, then ran her nails down his cheek. As slowly as he could manage, he put his hand on her neck, slipped down in the chair, and lured her down with him.
Everyone else too...R and R! I'll post as fast as I can but those stupid mid- terms...oh well. Between this and finishing up the other I'm busy! I'll work fast!
Hope you enjoy...I'm gunna have my slashy actions up! Will is just such a cutey!
After school, Will proceeded to Norrington's stuffy classroom for detention. He met Damian in the hall and walked with him.
Right before they turned the corner to Norrington's room, an evil look flashed in Damian's eyes. "Let's ditch."
Will rolled his eyes. "Haven't you gotten me in enough trouble already?"
Damian shook his head and threw a puppy-dog pout at Will. Will shook his head too, then said, "No way in hell. My parents will KILL me!"
"So you'll come."
"Wait. . . what?"
Damian didn't respond. He just grabbed Will's arm and tugged him down the hall, giggling.
Outside the air was crisp and simply autumny. Port Royale (in Massachusetts) glistened in the sunlight, and Damian just smiled and smiled. Slyly he slipped his hand in Will's as they wandered down Main Street together. The leaves were just beginning to turn to flaming colors and the grass was still green, but the air was cool and the sky began to change to an icier blue.
They walked past the Barnes and Nobles, past the graveyard and church, past the Organics food store. Soon they could smell the Atlantic ocean, the docks that were only a few more blocks away.
Damian walked closer to Will. Will picked up his message and slipped his arm around Damian's broad shoulders. Damian placed his tan arms on Will's strong back. Will, the slightly taller, drew Damian into him even more.
Jack's face instinctively moved in. Their lips met. Venice was a hell of a kisser. God. . .
Jack could kiss her all day. Nothing else mattered. When they stopped again, Venice took notice of her surroundings and said, "Hey, we're at the docks!"
Jack grinned and joked, "Nah, this is just the hallucinations you get off of kissing me."
"Oh yeah, you just make me so high." Venice grinned cutely and Jack led her back towards the small forest behind them. Even from down here Jack could smell the coffee and hairspray from the row of shops on Main Street. He smelled the salty ocean.
But all the smells disappeared when Venice slinked up to him and slipped her arms around his neck. Then all he smells was her cinnamon-lavender hair, her vanilla skin, her spicy perfume. Then smells didn't matter, it was just the feeling.
His stomach did a pleasant flip, and his throat tingled. His legs went numb and he fell over with Venice's lips still massaging his own. The grass below them was soft, and they had missed the trees by a few feet.
Soon Venice rolled off of him. Jack looked at her. "Ok. . ." Was all he could say.
She smiled shyly and curled up in his arm, snuggling into his warm body. Jack smiled as she closed her eyes, and allowed his hands to sit on the front of her shoulder and on her lower stomach. He watched the clouds float by.
Before he knew it, he was drifting off to sleep himself, with the best kind of teddybear in his arms.
Will and Damian walked along the sidewalked that rimmed the forest and the ocean. The air had grown soft to them as their skin softened towards it, and they kept each other warm.
As the two boys walked the curving sidewalk, they were somewhat surprised to see Jack and Venice curled up on the grass. They looked so adorable together.
Will noticed that Venice's sleave was pushed up to about her elbow, and there were intricite designs drawn on them. . . spirals and shapes and lines. He walked up to her, leaving Damian's side. Damian watched, a little confused.
Will studied them scrupulously. The designs weren't drawings. They were carvings.
Suddenly Venice jumped up, wide awake. She snarled, but put her sleave down. Will backed away.
Realizing what had happened, she smiled softly. "Why, hello boys. Come here often?"
Will grinned. "You look like you got fairly acquainted with my little bit of land."
Venice blushed. Damian grinned.
"Damian! When was the last time you walked down here, eh?"
Damian shrugged non chalantly. "Probably a few years ago. Who's he?"
"Jack Sparrow. Classmate. New. Why weren't you in homeroom this morning?"
"I was late. Stupid office. . . messed up my locker."
Venice eyed him but whatever she was thinking she let slip away. Her tapered fingers wove together and she stretched, giggling.
Her laugh woke a very sleepy Jack. "'Ello, Will. Who's your friend?" He said as he stood wobbly. He stretched too, exactly like Venice had.
"Damian Spade."
"Any relation?" Jack asked as he slipped his arm around Venice's waist.
"Half siblings, love," Venice said, "Same dad, different mums."
Jack nodded. Then he searched around for his coffee only to realize it wasn't anywhere to be seen.
"Bloody hell! Why is the coffee gone?"
On Jack's desperate plead, the four went to Barnes and Nobles again.
After fulfilling Jack's need for coffee, and the rest of them getting something warm as well, they gathered around a high, round table and sat on the stools.
Will's feet were the only ones that touched the ground at all. Jack's almost did. Damian's feet could by absolute tip-toe and Venice's couldn't at all, even if she sat on the very end of her chair and pointed her well- trained dance toes.
This was the topic of their conversation for a little while.
Deciding against going back outside, for the temperature was slowly dropping, they stayed in Barnes and Nobles. Venice picked up a CD she had been looking for and Will picked up a book he had needed.
More than once each couple had snuck off and kissed in a deserted isle of the book store. Venice enjoyed clearing her throat immediately behind them. But then again, Damian did the same thing right back.
When the quartet finally grew bored, they piled into Jack's car and went to Jack's house.
The car ride was pleasant enough, with Venice's new CD blaring and hands being held and touched constantly. The heat was turned on a little bit, and everything was very comfortable.
Noticing that Will and Damian had fallen asleep together in the back seat, he extended the drive, taking the long way home. Venice was beginning to doze off too.
Jack got bored of this too, and took off towards the tree-shadowed road that he lived on.
Damian was debating whether he liked waking up from his position, having Will move his head from his lap. He sighed and shrugged. Hopefully they'd watch a movie or something where it could happen again.
And luck was on his side, because after a few minutes, popcorn's mini explosions could be heard in the microwave, and Jack was fiddling with the DVD remote.
At the beep, Venice wandered out and got the bag of popcorn. Jack shouted, "Eureka!" Triumphantly, waiting as the previews rolled. He situated himself on an overstuffed chair and relaxed, while Damian and Will sat close on the couch.
Secretly, Jack wondered how long it would be until they were both laying down.
Venice wandered in with a glass bowl full of salty, buttery, popcorny goodness. She put it on the table between Jack and the other two boys and looked around.
"So where does the lady sit?"
Damian snorted. "Lady? Where?"
Venice glared at him. "Here."
Jack sat up and motioned to his lap. "Right here sound alright?"
Venice smiled and settled herself on the chair with Jack. Will watched, taking guesses in his head about how long it would take for them to start on each other.
Damian's hand found it's way onto Will's leg, and Will gasped out of his thoughts. Damian's fingers drumed on Will's knee. Not wanting to hold back anymore, Will put his hand on Damian's leg, but higher.
Damian grinned at the challenge. His hand moved up. So did Will's.
It only took about 15 minutes of off and on movie watching, teasing, and touching before the two boys layed down together on the soft couch.
Jack tried to control himself as Venice's hands trickled lightly up and down the back of his neck. His arm was wrapped around her waist and his fingers tucked into the tip of her pants. The other hand rested on her thigh.
To tease him, Venice pushed his face gently towards her, then ran her nails down his cheek. As slowly as he could manage, he put his hand on her neck, slipped down in the chair, and lured her down with him.