.:Title:. Too Much Rum
.:Author:. Kyoheii
.:Disclaimer:. As I said before, it I owned it, it would be slash already
"Too much rum" Will explained to the innkeeper, who was eyeing Jack nervously. From Will's experience, Jack either became deadly serious, or childlike when drunk. This was a childlike night. Jack was clinging onto Will's shoulder. He was glad of an excuse to do the things he wanted to, like touch Will, however short lived it would be.
Will paid and helped Jack stagger up the stairs to their room. Will opened the door, and strode in, but Jack paused, confused. "What's that?" He slurred, pointing at the bed.
"It's a bed Jack. My god, you usually don't get this stupid, no matter how much rum you've drunk."
"Why only…." Jack smiled his devilish grin and swaggered into the room. "One bed?" He sat on the bed and put his feet up, getting dirt on the bedspread.
Will blushed a little. "This is the only room they had." Jack just looked at him, so he went on. "Look, I can sleep on the floor, you take the bed. Drunk men need their rest" he said bitterly.
Jack's face faltered for a second, then he shrugged. "Suit yourself whelp." Jack took of his trinkets and unbuttoned his shirt (with only a little difficulty) and climbed into the bed. Will, a bit miffed that Jack didn't give him a pillow or any blankets, settled in the space between the bed and the wall. As always, the sounds of Jack sleeping came first. Will sometimes thought of this as his lullaby. The floor was hard and cold, although Will hated to sleep shirtless, he was left with no choice but to use his top as a pillow.
A few hours later Jack awoke with an aching head. Through squinted eyes he could tell it was dark outside. He sat up straight a bit too quickly for his head to handle. He put a hand on his forehead, and tried to pull his legs out from under the blankets. He succeeded, but the process tumbled him out of bed, and straight onto William Turner.
Will awoke with a start when something fell on him. He wasn't hurt, but he was very confused. The thing was lying on top of him, breathing shallowly. "Jack?" he whispered, expecting the pirate to get off him.
"Yeah." He answered. Jack's breath was hot on Will's skin, and had a fragrance of rum mixed with cloves and bonfire smoke. Their bare chests were pressed together. Jack could feel Will breathing, it felt as if he was trying to catch his breath, but Jack was as well. He never remembered being this close to Will, never remembered this essence of Will, so innocent.
Will's chest tingled with the sensation of the man above him. He shifted his weight, and found an entirely new sensation overtaking him when Jack's thigh ended up between his legs. He had never felt anything quite so different; he didn't know what to think of it. How could he think, when his eyes were locked with the intense brown ones of the person above him.
"Jack" he said again.
"Yeah."
"Get off me" Will breathed, barely loud enough to hear.
Jack replied by pressing his lips on Will's. Will gasped a little, surprised by the shock, but also the sensations running up his body. He forgot the feelings before, these were, well, intense. His eyes closed, and he tried to regain his sense, but that was swimming elsewhere in the sea of his mind.
Jack's eyes were closed; he had shut them from the moment their lips made contact. His head had stopped aching, there was simply no room for it along with the shivers running up his body. Unlike Will, he wasn't trying to think, he didn't know what he would do if his mind registered what was happening. Jacks hands seemed to be doing well with no direction from his brain, roaming Will's soft chest and coarse arms.
Will felt hands on him. His mind couldn't keep up with the quickness of Jack's hands, and soon he felt a hand at the top of his pants. Will froze. Even his tired, muddled mind knew what this would lead to. The hand kept going, slipping one, then two fingers under the waistband. He felt his lower stomach brushed by the rough skin of a pirate.
"Jack!" Will sat up, Jack rising with him. "Jack!" he said again, trying to regain his thoughts. "You- you're drunk, and, just, go back to bed" Will looked away.
Jack's eyebrows furrowed, but he did as he was told, and climbed into bed and laid, perfectly stiff, eyes closed. Will left the room and stumbled down the stairs, into the dark night. Where he went he couldn't remember, but he was back at sunrise.
.:A/N:. Yep… a bit sad, but it'll get happier. Yeah, it will get better, I'm hoping to try my hand at a more… graphic scene in a few chapters. I'm pretty motivated at the moment, so next chapter should come soon. Please review!