Disclaimer: Well, I still don't own Johnny. But if Vanessa would like to give him to me for Christmas (it's sooner than my birthday), then I would gladly take him! In fact, I would probably be way too bold if I ever meet him- I might try to kiss him or something- don't think he'd like that too much...but anyways, I don't own any characters, etc. They all belong to Jerry Bruckheimer, etc. I can still think that Johnny belongs to me, though :D. That's the fun of imagination. I hope that everyone enjoys this chapter! Please R&R!

Ch. 4- Promised scene of intense sexual frustration and desire

After what seemed like just seconds, Will felt a nudge in the middle of his back. He rolled over, and when the nudge came again, this time with a sharp pain, he decided to give in.

"Jack; precisely HOW long have I been sleeping?" He asked sarcastically.

"I'd say about 3 minutes, lad..." Jack retorted, not bothering to hide the huge grin of amusement that crossed his face. He seemed to have forgotten about his bad mood and silence towards Will in the time period since he had left him. Will figured it was just one of Jack's quirks, and since the Captain was talking to him again, he didn't ask about the rather abrupt change.

"Right, of course...that would explain why I feel so bloody refreshed!" He gave Jack a faux angry look and rubbed his face, trying to fully wake up. "And may I now ask WHY exactly you are waking me up NOW?"

"Because I have got the rum, lad. I've got the rum. The RUM...what a gorgeous word. Rum. Rum rum rum. And ye, me boy, need some RUM! So drink up, lad!" Jack opened his arms and let all of the rum bottles fall onto the sand. Will looked down at them, and realized that Jack must have raided the stash. The ENTIRE stash. He also noticed why Jack was suddenly much more agreeable- two entire bottles and half of a third bottle were already consumed- and Will knew that Jack was just getting started. The Captain exaggeratedly reached over and picked up another bottle, taking off the lid and chugging half of it in one go.

"C'mon, lad! Jus' take a bottle and drink it allllllll up. Drink up me hearties YO-HO!" Jack then finished the rest of the bottle and opened another. Will seriously considered taking all of the rum back to the cache, but something told him to forget being 'responsible' for once. So he grabbed a bottle from the pile and took a swig. The taste burned his throat, but immediately, he felt himself become more relaxed.

"Good idea, Jack! Rum is actually quite good..." Will never HAD been much of a drinker. He would usually drink one bottle; if he chose to drink at all.

Half the cache later, Jack threw down his latest empty bottle. Will looked over from his third, feeling quite out-of-his-mind drunk. Jack squinted, focusing his eyes on the other man.

"So how are we now, whelppie? I, meself am feeling. Quite...good. Really. Good rum!" Jack's speech may have been slightly slurred, but his walk was the same as usual when he closed the space between him and Will. Will, as drunk as he was, didn't even raise an eyebrow or try to hide the grin that came from being close to the Captain. Jack moved his hand up to touch a spot on Will's collarbone. Surprisingly, the touch was light and affectionate. "What happened to this spot, luv?"

Will knew which spot he meant. "I got a wee bit of a scratch in the piratey cave thing...when I was makes motion of swinging a sword with those cursed pirates- and it left a scar." Jack caressed the spot lightly for a second, then pulled away and grabbed a bottle of rum.

"I daresay, we need a twinkle-inkly bit more rum. Getting a bit too serious for my current state. Have a swig, lad!" Will took the bottle from Jack, opened it, and downed the entire thing in one go. Jack looked at him impressively. He took a bottle and did the same. After two more rounds of this, they were sitting in the sand, and Jack was straddling Will, teaching him the pirate song. Will was laughing and trying to learn the words, but they were getting nowhere. He kept forgetting them each time Jack sang a new line.

"Will, luv, you will NEVER learn this song tonight. It simply cannot, will not, and shalllll not happen. There are much more important things to be done!" Jack slowly leaned in to Will's ear, whispering. "...I'm so sorry about earlier, luv. But I think I can make things rightey-o again!" He leaned back again and stood up just in front of Will. Will's face was puzzled, his brain slowly working to figure out what Jack was about to do. He didn't have to think for long.

Jack immediately began thrusting his hips forward and slowly pulling his shirt up. Will began cheering and whistling, the rum taking over his body and all self-control gone. Jack continued pulling the shirt up and when it was finally off, he threw it at Will, who got hit in the face with the fabric. Jack straddled him again and began slowly thrusting back and forth, making sure to get the young lad thoroughly aware of what was to come. He leaned in to Will's mouth and waited for the lad to assent. When he came the rest of the way to Jack's lips, the Captain knew it was alright and 'self-control' was instantly erased from his vocabulary. Their mouths hungrily battled- giving new meaning to the term 'sucking your face off'. Jack came up for a breath of air and panted out "Will, lad, too many clothes on..." and dove back down, this time onto Will's neck. He gently lowered them to the sand. He ran his tongue along the bottom of Will's chin, then began kissing any piece of skin there that he could find. Being extremely drunk at the time, he was having just a wee bit of trouble unbuttoning Will's shirt- and Will was not much help, as he could only kiss all of Jack he could find and moan. Finally, Jack just settled for ripping the shirt off.

"...You. can...kisses Will's neck...have mine..." he told him.

With Will's shirt out of the way, Jack began his assault on his exposed torso. He ran his mouth down Will's chest until he found his nipple, and he closed his lips around it, caressing the spot with his tongue. Will arched his back and moaned even louder than before, his eyes closed in total bliss. By this point, his member was throbbing, and Will knew that Jack could feel it pulsing underneath his exposed stomach, even through the fabric of the pants. Will was correct, because in the next instant, Jack had lifted himself up and grinned, saying "Ye're swollen like a pocket fulla gold, lad...jus' beggin' to be spent...". Jack's cock was equally hard, and he knew that they both needed release soon. He bent down, taking Will's upper lip between his, and kissed it for a moment. Then he extended the kiss to a deep, sensual pull, putting his entire body into it. He vigorously moved his body up and down, going in and out of the rough kisses. He kissed Will again and again, relishing the feel of lips pressed against his. He never wanted to stop. Will got into the kissing too, massaging his hands along Jack's ass. Jack felt the squeezes and grinned, moaning deeply into Will's mouth.

Jack picked his left arm up and glided his hand down Will's torso to the laces of his pants, making sure to set his hand on the hardened area for a moment before proceeding to untie each lace haphazardly in his drunkenness. Once he fumbled them undone, however, he wasn't sure how to continue. He didn't want to break the heart-stopping kissing, but he had Will pinned to the sand. He wanted him naked. He settled for breaking the liplock in order to get the pants off. He gave one last long, throbbing kiss and broke away, panting heavily. He noticed that he was slightly more sober than Will, who was trying to focus his eyes.

"...I trust, by the fact that ye'r still grabbing my rear, that ye'd like to continue, lad..." Jack said gruffly, still breathing heavily.

Will answered by removing his hands from the Captain's buttocks and instead rubbing them along his bulged crotch. Jack felt his breath catch in his throat. He couldn't suppress the gasp that escaped his lips; his eyes began to water.

"...oh wow...yah...I. take. that. as. a. 'yes'. lad..." Jack didn't linger on the subject, instead pushing Will's hips up and sliding the pants quickly off. He threw them somewhere behind him. He was about to start his assault upon the other man when he felt his own laces coming undone. Since Jack was sitting on his knees and Will couldn't pull the pants off, Jack sat down and spread his legs out, slipping them off as he did so. Then he climbed on top of Will again, supporting himself with his arms on either side of the lad's head. He resumed the intense kissing while pressing their newly exposed areas together and thrusting his hips to create the necessary friction.

It didn't take much longer before Jack's full release came. The warm product of that only continued to send Will closer, until the pleasure of Jack's hand rubbing against his cock finally sent him over. Jack rolled over next to Will, turning him on his side to spoon against him. Jack kissed the back of the lad's ear, whispering as he did so.

"...You're the only one for me, lad...the only one that feels like home, and happiness, and when I look into your eyes, I see my future..." It was the most coherent sentence Jack had ever constructed while under the influence of rum.

The warmth of each other and the peace that came from being so contented lulled both to sleep within minutes.

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