.:Title:. What the Hell's your Problem?

.:Author:. Kyoheii

.:Disclaimer:. Sadly I do not own any of these characters, but I wish I did…

"What the hell's your problem?" Jack stood facing Anamaria in the empty ship kitchen. Jack had come in for a midnight drink when Anamaria found him, wearing her usual smirk. Jack saw it and snapped. "Wha' the hell are you always smirking for?"

"Don't you know by now?" She asked him, making her way closer. Jack stood his ground, although his face became more and more clouded with each of her words. Jack shook his head slightly. "Do you want me to tell you Jack?"

"No thanks love, I'm fine" Jack tried to keep his voice from wavering, tried to get the trademark swagger back in his voice.

"Being in love and not knowing it isn't fine Jack, in fact, it's pathetic."

Jack sneered. "And who am I unwittingly in love with then?"

Anamaria opened her mouth, and then closed it as Will walked into the room. Will saw Jack, and spun on his heel, muttering something about the wrong room.

"Will" Anamaria called after him. "Will, I'll leave. Jack wanted to talk to you." She smirked at Jack and strutted out. Jack glared her back, then glanced at Will, who was staring at him awkwardly.

"She's lying" Jack said.

"What?" Will asked. He had been looking at his shoes, and was surprised by the sudden noise.

"She's lying. About me wanting to talk to you I mean."

"Oh." Will turned again.

Jack rolled his eyes. "Welp, I mean, Will, come back. Let's drink."

Will turned again and took a step towards Jack. "Why is it always drinking with you Jack?"

Jack frowned, taken aback, but didn't say anything, didn't move.

"Jack, you drink all the time. How can anyone tell if you're serious in anything you do?"

Jack's gaze hardened, and he turned away. "I'm serious in everything I do, drunk or not."

Will squinted at him, and slightly cocked his head. "You mean that, Jack?

Jack nodded and exited the room, leaving Will alone.

It was a rare occurrence, Will and Jack had each decided to eat with the crew on the same night. Jack sat across from Will, a few seats down. The table was crowded full of drunk, swearing pirates, Jack being one of them. The men around Will jostled him with their elbows and spilled rum on his sleeve, but he was too out of it to notice. He had been like that ever since the night before.

Jack was serious. Jack was serious! Why had Jack kissed him if he was serious? It wouldn't matter if he was only drunk, but now drunkenness was no longer an excuse for Jack. Jack had meant everything, every suggestive comment, every 'meaningless' touch, everything.

Jack meanwhile was enjoying the full force of three glasses of rum. He was done eating, and was amusing himself by balancing a fork on his fingers. He carefully placed it on his forefinger, where it toppled to the ground, under the table. He stretched, making a face, then dropped under the table after it.

Jack found his fork and sat up on his knees. He banged his head on the table and dropped the fork. "Fuck" he grunted, crawling further. Instead of the fork, his eyes fell on a pair of boots he recognized. His eyes traveled upward. There they were, a pair of breeches he recognized as well. His eyes traveled further upward. Without a doubt, it was the form of William Turner. Without thinking Jack crept forward and began to unlace Will's breaches…..

Will felt something tugging at his breeches and jerked back, but before he could see who did it he was knocked back into his chair by a wave of pleasure. He recognized the rough fingers caressing him over the thin fabric of his breeches, it was Jack. Will knew he should push him away, kick him, anything, but this wasn't like the night in the inn. Will was helpless.

"Oy lad, you look flushed" Anamaria stood behind Will. Will twisted his head around to see her. "You alright?" She asked in a way that conveyed she was not the least bit concerned.

"I- I'm fine, uh just, ah- a bit hot " Will gasped, blushing even more. Anamaria smiled to herself, and walked around the table so she could sit across from the nervous boy. She knew it was mean, but she kept talking.

"Where do you think Jack has gone?"

"I haven't the slightest ide-" Will shuddered as Jack changed the position of his hands over his breeches. "Idea" Will finished.

"That is odd isn't it? Does Jack usually disappear that you know of?" From the expression of confused euphoria on Will's face, Anamaria would have bet The Pearl that Will wouldn't be able to finish a reply, but he did.

"I wouldn't know- I leave him ah- alone." The poor boy was being pushed to the limit. Anamaria took pity on him and left the table, like most of the crew was doing. There were only a scattered few left at the table, and those too drunk to function.

Will could feel it approaching. Jack was going to- no, no, he woulden't let Jack make him come. But oh, it felt so good. But it shouldn't, he kept reminding himself that. When he couldn't last another minute, Will forced himself to give Jack a swift kick in the chest. He leapt up and quickly ran to his cabin, fortunately Jack had not been able to unlace him in his drunken state. Jack just lay under the table, eyes closed.

Will lay on his bed, finishing himself off. He had to finish something that should never have been started. It was Jack for God's sake. Jack, who he'd tried to kill, who he'd never given a second thought to. Will was breathing through his teeth as his hand moved. He was getting closer, he'd be done in a second.

"J- Ja-"

Will bit his tongue. He held his breath, he tried not to say the name that was tearing through his body, making its way to his mouth. As he came, he lost control. "Jack!" he moaned.

"Yes?" asked a figure in the doorway.

.:A/N:. Cliffhanger eh? I appreciate all the reviews, and would love more, hint hint but thanks to those who just read it too. I'm trying my hardest to get these out as quickly as possible, but my days are pretty full. Ah, and thanks to my guru, who helped me a lot this chapter.