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 4/?: A Rock in the Sea
Writer: Azure K Mello
Distribution: ask.
For pervious parts: or at ff.net:
Rating: R for now. I've never written NC17 before but I might go for it later.
Warning: Bleak as all hell, I am not a happy bunny at the moment.
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Will's reading came to a halt when a shadow blocked out his light. He had, until then, been alone on the deck. The silhouette blocked out the sun and the blacksmith cum pirate smiled at his wet lover. Jack stood proud and as naked as the day he was born. "Good swim?"
"Why are you always reading? Come back with me the water is beautiful."
"I read for the same reason you do not, to distance myself from my past." Said Will as he pulled his clothes off. "Anyway, it's a good book."
Without replying with anything more than an impatient click of his tongue Jack started to undress Will for himself as he felt the boy wasn't doing it quickly enough. Dragging Will to the railing he said, "Look out there, baby boy? You see that? It's all ours."
Will's focus was drawn to the cliffs in the far, far distance. "Why have you brought us *here*?"
Jack looked slightly hurt, "I thought you'd like it. You've seemed down in the mouth. I thought after dark you might go visit your girl. The crew have been strictly ordered to not pillage. The commodore is a man of pride and honor, under his bastard veneer. We're perfectly safe if we do nothing wrong. Right now we're in a position between the rocks that makes it so that we aren't visible from any look out point. And it's Sunday, "respectable" ships don't come into port on Sunday. I thought you'd be pleased."
Left near breathless by Jack's thoughtfulness the young pirate said, "That's so kind, Jack. Thank you."
"C'mon," Jack said with all the patients of a child as he stepped over railing and pulled on Will's hand, "I found somethin'."
"What?"
"Do I look simple? You'll see when we get there." Will smiled and leaned in to kiss the man when he felt Jack's hand on his back and suddenly found himself wet glaring up at the man. Before his young lover could speak Jack replied to the unasked accusation. Shrugging he said, "Pirate," and jumped into the water after Will. He kissed the indignant boy's nose.
And then he started pulling the boy away from the boat while treading water. They horsed about for a while and Jack would later swear that Will had nearly drowned him. And after a bit Jack challenged Will to a race. Will laughed and pointed out that he had no idea where the finish line was. "You'll know it when you see it," was the pirate's terse reply as he set off quickly. Laughing and shaking his head Will stayed just behind the man. Jack threw a constant stream of insults at the boy which had Will in silent fits of giggles which he manfully held back.
After forty-five minutes he saw what was undoubtedly their destination. With ease he over took his lover, Jack was running out of steam because of his vitriolic commentary throughout their race. And so, he won their race with several meters to spare. After pulling himself out of the water he sat at the edge of the tiny stone island with a smirk. The pirate looked at him with daggers in his eyes but took Will's proffered hand as he got out of the water. "That. Was. Cheating," panted the tattooed body now sitting next to him.
"How?" asked Will with honest confusion.
"I'm sure there's a rule that says you have to rant articulately throughout the race."
"Articulately?" asked Will with a quirked eyebrow and laughed at the pirate's mock crestfallen look. "Why are we here?"
"Look around, what do you see?"
"Water and sun, and no one else." Will smiled as he turned into the warmth of the pirate. "So what about my proposition earlier?"
"I believe the prerequisite "good swim," has been taken care of. So, Mr. Turner, feel free to have your wicked way with me." His back hit the stone with a soft thud. The hot rock burned at his skin but it didn't register when he looked up at the angelic face looming above him.
"I love you," whispered William against his shoulder.
"I know," Jack responded with warmth and gentleness. Arching against the young live body he muttered, "Will, I need you."
It wasn't the response Will wanted, but it was almost close enough. He tried to stop thinking about it. Willing his mind to shut up and for his body to make all thought impossible, he sank into all the sensations of Jack. No words were needed, not now, anything spoken would be a sick parody of a conversation. Meanwhile Jack studied his boy and wished, yet again, that he could see inside Will's thoughts.
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 4/?: A Rock in the Sea
Writer: Azure K Mello
Distribution: ask.
For pervious parts: or at ff.net:
Rating: R for now. I've never written NC17 before but I might go for it later.
Warning: Bleak as all hell, I am not a happy bunny at the moment.
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Will's reading came to a halt when a shadow blocked out his light. He had, until then, been alone on the deck. The silhouette blocked out the sun and the blacksmith cum pirate smiled at his wet lover. Jack stood proud and as naked as the day he was born. "Good swim?"
"Why are you always reading? Come back with me the water is beautiful."
"I read for the same reason you do not, to distance myself from my past." Said Will as he pulled his clothes off. "Anyway, it's a good book."
Without replying with anything more than an impatient click of his tongue Jack started to undress Will for himself as he felt the boy wasn't doing it quickly enough. Dragging Will to the railing he said, "Look out there, baby boy? You see that? It's all ours."
Will's focus was drawn to the cliffs in the far, far distance. "Why have you brought us *here*?"
Jack looked slightly hurt, "I thought you'd like it. You've seemed down in the mouth. I thought after dark you might go visit your girl. The crew have been strictly ordered to not pillage. The commodore is a man of pride and honor, under his bastard veneer. We're perfectly safe if we do nothing wrong. Right now we're in a position between the rocks that makes it so that we aren't visible from any look out point. And it's Sunday, "respectable" ships don't come into port on Sunday. I thought you'd be pleased."
Left near breathless by Jack's thoughtfulness the young pirate said, "That's so kind, Jack. Thank you."
"C'mon," Jack said with all the patients of a child as he stepped over railing and pulled on Will's hand, "I found somethin'."
"What?"
"Do I look simple? You'll see when we get there." Will smiled and leaned in to kiss the man when he felt Jack's hand on his back and suddenly found himself wet glaring up at the man. Before his young lover could speak Jack replied to the unasked accusation. Shrugging he said, "Pirate," and jumped into the water after Will. He kissed the indignant boy's nose.
And then he started pulling the boy away from the boat while treading water. They horsed about for a while and Jack would later swear that Will had nearly drowned him. And after a bit Jack challenged Will to a race. Will laughed and pointed out that he had no idea where the finish line was. "You'll know it when you see it," was the pirate's terse reply as he set off quickly. Laughing and shaking his head Will stayed just behind the man. Jack threw a constant stream of insults at the boy which had Will in silent fits of giggles which he manfully held back.
After forty-five minutes he saw what was undoubtedly their destination. With ease he over took his lover, Jack was running out of steam because of his vitriolic commentary throughout their race. And so, he won their race with several meters to spare. After pulling himself out of the water he sat at the edge of the tiny stone island with a smirk. The pirate looked at him with daggers in his eyes but took Will's proffered hand as he got out of the water. "That. Was. Cheating," panted the tattooed body now sitting next to him.
"How?" asked Will with honest confusion.
"I'm sure there's a rule that says you have to rant articulately throughout the race."
"Articulately?" asked Will with a quirked eyebrow and laughed at the pirate's mock crestfallen look. "Why are we here?"
"Look around, what do you see?"
"Water and sun, and no one else." Will smiled as he turned into the warmth of the pirate. "So what about my proposition earlier?"
"I believe the prerequisite "good swim," has been taken care of. So, Mr. Turner, feel free to have your wicked way with me." His back hit the stone with a soft thud. The hot rock burned at his skin but it didn't register when he looked up at the angelic face looming above him.
"I love you," whispered William against his shoulder.
"I know," Jack responded with warmth and gentleness. Arching against the young live body he muttered, "Will, I need you."
It wasn't the response Will wanted, but it was almost close enough. He tried to stop thinking about it. Willing his mind to shut up and for his body to make all thought impossible, he sank into all the sensations of Jack. No words were needed, not now, anything spoken would be a sick parody of a conversation. Meanwhile Jack studied his boy and wished, yet again, that he could see inside Will's thoughts.