Title: The Past Never Lets Go.
Summary: The past never truly dies, it's always there. The sequel to "The Rewrite" but if you haven't read it you don't really need too.
Chapter 3/?: A Rough Start
Writer: Azure K Mello
Distribution: ask.
For pervious parts: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Buffy_loses_the_boys_to_the_boys/ or at ff.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=328735
Rating: R for now. I've never written NC17 before but I might go for it later.
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For two weeks straight Will had been covering the night shift. He would pull Jack to bed for a few hours and then would be back on deck. It had been killing him. And Jack's sleep was never exactly peaceful so he didn't make for the best bedmate. Jack was aware that his own acts were hurting his boy, it was one of the reasons he had been so adamant that the crew *had* to have a day off. Who ever heard of a pirate on leave? But the whelp needed a day off and Jack couldn't play favorites so everyone got a reprieve.
Having said that at ten the next morning William woke to find his captain sitting on his chest. He couldn't understand how a body could drink that much rum yet still wake at the crack of dawn. "Jack," he groaned, and in no mood to pander to his lover's wishes said, "I'm tired. I thought you said it was a day off."
"I've been up fer six hours! All by meself, the crew left and we're anchored here and I'm bored. Come do something with me!?"
"And by something you mean swimming." Will smiled slightly. "Go swimming comeback and by then I'll be up and I'll spend the day in the water with you."
"But I'm bored now! This *is* the opportune moment!"
Will smiled and rolled them over quickly so he was laying on top of Jack. "Or I could keep you here all day and have my wicked way with you. . . Make you scream while there's no one here but me to hear it. All mine. Just mine."
Jack panted as Will rubbed himself provocatively against his body. "Will, love. God! I! That's so perfect!" Suddenly Will found himself on the floor while Jack was sitting, smirking, on the bed, "*After* a good swim." The pirate stood and offered his lover a hand up from the position he had pushed the boy into. Will looked sullenly up at him.
"Go swimming. Come back for me in an hour." His words were clipped and angry.
"An hour? Ye want an hour?" Jack looked baffled, as though he could not comprehend Will's wish to stay away from the captain's shining light, even for only an hour. He shrugged and sauntered out of the room.
Will knew that the captain wasn't totally unaffected, he only used "ye" while being a pirate. Jack was a cultured man, a noble, second son of a duke he had gone into cartography and while doing his work with maps he had come upon a compass that didn't point north. He was smart and educated but, like his emotions, he often tried to hide his background with affected madness and speech patterns of a lower class. An idiot Jack was not, a cold pirate Jack was not. He hid behind these titles as it made him impervious to harm. If insulted for his dimwittedness he could not be offended but the moment he let down his shield he was naked to the world. And then Jack called him "ye" not "you" placing him in the same category as all the people he hide from. But Will was drowning slowly and he pushed the man from him. Dropping his face into his hands Will wished not, for the first time, that he was a braver man.
Summary: The past never truly dies, it's always there. The sequel to "The Rewrite" but if you haven't read it you don't really need too.
Chapter 3/?: A Rough Start
Writer: Azure K Mello
Distribution: ask.
For pervious parts: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Buffy_loses_the_boys_to_the_boys/ or at ff.net: http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=328735
Rating: R for now. I've never written NC17 before but I might go for it later.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For two weeks straight Will had been covering the night shift. He would pull Jack to bed for a few hours and then would be back on deck. It had been killing him. And Jack's sleep was never exactly peaceful so he didn't make for the best bedmate. Jack was aware that his own acts were hurting his boy, it was one of the reasons he had been so adamant that the crew *had* to have a day off. Who ever heard of a pirate on leave? But the whelp needed a day off and Jack couldn't play favorites so everyone got a reprieve.
Having said that at ten the next morning William woke to find his captain sitting on his chest. He couldn't understand how a body could drink that much rum yet still wake at the crack of dawn. "Jack," he groaned, and in no mood to pander to his lover's wishes said, "I'm tired. I thought you said it was a day off."
"I've been up fer six hours! All by meself, the crew left and we're anchored here and I'm bored. Come do something with me!?"
"And by something you mean swimming." Will smiled slightly. "Go swimming comeback and by then I'll be up and I'll spend the day in the water with you."
"But I'm bored now! This *is* the opportune moment!"
Will smiled and rolled them over quickly so he was laying on top of Jack. "Or I could keep you here all day and have my wicked way with you. . . Make you scream while there's no one here but me to hear it. All mine. Just mine."
Jack panted as Will rubbed himself provocatively against his body. "Will, love. God! I! That's so perfect!" Suddenly Will found himself on the floor while Jack was sitting, smirking, on the bed, "*After* a good swim." The pirate stood and offered his lover a hand up from the position he had pushed the boy into. Will looked sullenly up at him.
"Go swimming. Come back for me in an hour." His words were clipped and angry.
"An hour? Ye want an hour?" Jack looked baffled, as though he could not comprehend Will's wish to stay away from the captain's shining light, even for only an hour. He shrugged and sauntered out of the room.
Will knew that the captain wasn't totally unaffected, he only used "ye" while being a pirate. Jack was a cultured man, a noble, second son of a duke he had gone into cartography and while doing his work with maps he had come upon a compass that didn't point north. He was smart and educated but, like his emotions, he often tried to hide his background with affected madness and speech patterns of a lower class. An idiot Jack was not, a cold pirate Jack was not. He hid behind these titles as it made him impervious to harm. If insulted for his dimwittedness he could not be offended but the moment he let down his shield he was naked to the world. And then Jack called him "ye" not "you" placing him in the same category as all the people he hide from. But Will was drowning slowly and he pushed the man from him. Dropping his face into his hands Will wished not, for the first time, that he was a braver man.