I believe it is yet again time for a disclaimer: I, this truly is heartbreaking, do not own Johnny Depp or anything related to POTC (unless, do my posters count? Because I have a couple of posters of Jack/Johnny, and I most definitely own them, so does that mean I own JOHNNY? WOOHOO!)...I don't really want to own Orlando Bloom, so I'm not worried about that, but I really really really would LOVE to meet Johnny, so if anyone can arrange that, kudos to you!

Btw, I love this chapter, and I wrote it at school since I wasn't doing anything better, so I thoroughly enjoyed writing it- and there is even more humor to come, if you can believe it:D

Much love to my readers, I love you all, especially lateBloomer04 and SenatorSolo (you guys are way awesome, luv ya much!)

Ch. 5

Jack squinted his eyes open, his head pulsing painfully. He rolled over to get his eyes away from the sun, but collided heavily with something...or someone...next to him in the process. Sensing the warmth, Jack, hungover from the previous night, snuggled closer. Soon, he was again asleep.

Will's eyes flew open, the result of a dream about his, shall we say, ulterior motives. His head felt like it had been split in two overnight. As he became aware of his surroundings, very slowly (because he had become even more drunk than Jack), he distinctly felt sand, breeze, and warmth- all around his torso. Puzzled, he slowly pushed himself up, desperately trying to remember what was going on. He stood up shakily, almost falling, when he saw Jack lying on the sand asleep. Completely naked. Right next to where he himself had just been sleeping.

At that moment, Jack mumbled something and rolled over onto his stomach. Ooh, Jack's ass is even better than I thought... Will thought. He did a double take, shaking his head frustratedly. STOP. THINKING. THAT! But, for the first time ever, he stopped fighting it (the first time he CONSCIOUSLY stopped fighting it, of course...can't forget his romp with the Captain). He was in love with Jack and there was nothing he could do about it. But it was such an elated happiness- to accept his feelings and just go with it. He stared blurrily at Jack long and hard. Then, his sluggish mind caught up- JACK. NAKED. A genuinely amused grin spread the length of his face as he looked down and realized that his clothes were also totally gone. He couldn't do anything except laugh. Then, he looked over at the pile of clothes thrown down the beach. He wasn't mortified. Not anymore. He felt so good about everything. He was in love!

Because he was suddenly so elated, his hangover abated. He now had a huge burst of energy- and he felt like running. So he ran around the island- a grand total of three times. Every time he passed Jack, a huge grin spread across his face, and he looked to make sure that his lover was still asleep.

After his third time around, he picked up his shirt, and, ignoring the huge tear down the middle (he figured that it was just an effect of the previous night, and realized that they must have had a WHOLE lot of fun) he began wiping some of the sweat off of his body. Jack feigned sleep while actually absorbing every inch of Will's rippled torso with his eyes. Damn, I love those muscles! Jack thought, suppressing the grin on his face. Of course, he was, one: hungover (so his head hurt like heck and he didn't want to move for about a week), and two: still under the impression that Will was going to literally explode when he realized that they now had a...'history', persay. So, figuring that he'd lie and tell the lad that throwing your clothes into a pile and spooning naked was a common ritual, Jack made and elaborate show of waking up. He rolled over and moaned a few times, finally coming to rest on his back and opening his eyes slowly.

Will threw the sweaty shirt at him playfully.

"Jack, if you don't put SOMETHING on to hide your gorgeous build, we'll have a repeat of whatever happened last night, except that HOPEFULLY, I'll remember it this time around..."

"Alright, alright, Mr. Can't-keep-his-pants-on Turner, I'm workin' on it, I'm workin' on it...But mind ye, I won' be gettin' yeh pregnant or anything, lad..."

Will dove for Jack, laughing into his mouth as he initiated a series of kisses that would lead to so much more...

Jack grinned, relieved that Will knew what was going on. He had been prepared to give his lie when he realized that he couldn't do it; he couldn't lie to Will. Because...he loved him.

Just in case anyone is going to be up my ass (or even better: 'In my grill, yo') over this, I would like to clarify now. Jack gets drunk a LOT. 'Cause he's Capt. Jack Sparrow, mate. So since he gets drunk so often, he remembers events very clearly, even while drunk or hungover. And also, I'm sure that I haven't described the effects of hangovers correctly, but that would be b/c I haven't ever been in either state, so I am using my writer's license for that...

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Next few chappies: Norrington rescues Captain Jack Sparrow and Will and arrests Jack for being Jack while arresting Will for being a pirate. Should be quite amusing, so check often for updates!