This is all I have written, and I am having major troubles with it. I have so little time at the moment, but I shall be breaking up from school in a couple of weeks, so you never know! Enjoy and again I am really sorry!

"Oh, Jack, no not here. JACK! If anyone sees us, okay, maybe back on the ship. Yes, back on the ship. ALRIGHT JACK!"

Jack took a step back, Will his hands quickly putting his hair back into place as a mildly respectable man walked past tutting rather loudly.

"You ought to be ashamed!"

Jack sighed internally, he had faced this kind of outward distaste to his disposition, but Will certainly hadn't. Unless he had, but Jack quickly dismissed that notion, Will was as green as the pastures. Will was blushing, even under the moonlight his fair complexion obviously reddened.

"Come on me lad, the crew will be back soon and we 'ave things to be done with."

"Like what?" Will answered surreptitiously.

"Well, you did promise."

"Aye, I did."

"You're already soundin' like a pirate." Jack laughed.

The ship swayed with the tide, gently rocking to and fro as the waters washed in. It wasn't a comforting or wild force, it was an uneasy motion that neither settled with them well. The moon still bearing down, showing only open spaces, the shadows were darker than night. Jack climbed aboard first and quickly disappeared into the depths. Will silently presumed that he went to their cabin and walked swiftly and too disappeared into shadow. A hand leapt out of darkness and covered Will's mouth, he automatically began to struggle against it, thrashing out his arms but they too became covered. Thrown down onto the floor Will's eyes slowly adjusted to the murk, sweat gradually enveloped his face, a fine sheen. A tongue finding a droplet teasingly licked it away, leaving Will to pant and beg for more. A hand snaked up his leg, first touching his calf, and then the smooth skin behind the knee, he was moving the trouser leg up. Will gasped deeply and made mewling noises that almost broke Jack, so soft and yearning. Jack commenced untying Will's shirt and lifted it over his head, slowly making his way to his trousers Jack planted soft kisses down his chest. The once violent thrashings of Will became more sedate with every touch of Jack's lips.

Jack took a breath and sat back on his haunches, doing this he enabled his eyes to soak up Will's masculine beauty. The many hours spent pounding away at metal at the blacksmith had suitably toned his upper body. The small shafts of light emphasised the ripples down his stomach, this reminded him of the first time he laid eyes on Will as he skilfully created a sword. As Jack entered the blacksmith, the heat of the furnace momentarily stopped his brain from registering the lithe, shirtless body bending over the anvil. The warm glow from the coals highlighted every perfectly toned muscle as they stretched to perform their necessary task. It wasn't until after a brief spell in the local cells Jack managed to actually converse with Will. He could still remember the electricity he felt when their swords first meet. However as soon as this warm memory came flooding back, Will stirred him back to reality.

"Jack?" Will started, "What are you doing?"

"Nothin' Will, jus' thinking'."

"You're doing a lot of that recently, you know certain things don't need too much thought."

Jack could tell from Will's eyes that he trying to have a few carefree moments before he sailed back to Port Royal. There he would receive a reception like never before, this was to be nothing like his wedding.

Will's hands traced the outline of Jack's goatee then carried on swiftly in a southerly direction. Before Jack could finish his train of thought Will had wrapped his almost freezing hands around his burgeoning erection. It felt extremely uncomfortable at first while he tried to squirm away, but each time Jack did his testosterone kicked in and he found himself thrusting right back. Will smiled every time this happened, thoroughly revelling in this temporary power. He's always known that Jack had all the authority and secretly Will wanted it to stay that way. But these occasional moments excited Will tremendously.

They both moved delicately onto the bed, each taking it in turns to occupy the swirls of darkness between the slithers of light. The beam of light before the bed lit up only Jack's left eye. This captured Will's full attention and he remained transfixed, looking deep into the phantom black depths. Will's touch was constant, Jack arched his tired back into his hand again, again and again. Will pushed Jack back so he was leaning against the cabin wall, Will then straddled Jack, utilising both hands in rhythmic harmony. A small moan fell from Jack's lips, his eyes closing shut as the first wave rippled around him. Jack didn't bother to open his eyes, but he knew Will was shifting down as he felt the soft curls tickle the soft skin of his inner thigh. A searing heat enveloped him whole, the freezing hands were replaced with a warm, wet heat that sent spasms down one leg. Jack arched his back again, pushing his head so hard against the wood it seemed impossible to remain in one piece. Again Jack moaned, the waves of pleasure were coming more rapidly as Will brought his talented tongue into play, the feeling in his groin was become more and more intense. Jack opened his eyes in time to meet the upward glance of Will. With his eyes still open Jack looked over the messy pile of chocolate curls, down a bronzed curved back until his eyes rested on Will's magnificently rounded rear. It was then a smile crept across Jack's face when he noticed a very impatient hand moving rapidly producing the most amazing utterances from Will's mouth.

When their eyes connected again the same guttural moan escaped from both sets of lips, Jack again thrust into Will's mouth, Will groaned in response creating such an intense vibration it pushed Jack to the edge. It was becoming too much, such a sensation hadn't been felt inside Jack for a long time, without thinking Jack (carefully) pulled Will up and plunged his lips onto the younger mans. In a split second they were lying on the bed, Will on top of Jack, the friction quickly become unbearable for both, but each wanted the end result so badly. Hands were everywhere, touching, grabbing, feeling. Feet were stretching, curling, tensing. Jack thrusted and arched once more as Will thrusted and pushed, both crying out in response they grabbed each other as they came.

Elizabeth had left the tavern just under an hour after Jack and Will had left to board the Black Pearl. She spent the walk back contemplating the conversation with her father about Will's current disposition. Elizabeth couldn't bear to think of Will in that way, it was hard enough to imagine Jack in that light. It didn't make much sense to her, but maybe that was the rum. As her shoes touched the black planks of the deck the sound rebeverated through the night, knowing she had to pass 'the' cabin Elizabeth took her shoes off and padded quietly to her room, simply sickened at the though of the activities behind that door.

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