.:Title:. Oh No

.:Author:. Kyoheii

.:Disclaimer:. Characters not mine, but damnit would be fun if they were.

.:A/N:. Sorry this one is so late, I had the worst case of writer's block. My guru finally had to stand over me with a whip while I typed. Not really, all I got were some vague metaphors about a pool…

Oh, and this chapter is dedicated to my dear friend Lizzi, who is getting married! Lets all wish her good luck, and happiness!

'Oh no' Will breathed. He looked up, hoping the voice didn't belong to the person he knew it did. He pulled the sheets up around his waist and looked back down, hoping Jack would go away. The door closed, but Jack was stepping into the room, not leaving it. Will didn't say anything. He didn't think he would make sound even if he tried. Jack sat down on the bed, eyes fixed on the top of Wills head. Finally Jack spoke.

"Will. Will. Look at me."

Will shook his head and clenched the blanket in his fists. Jack took off his hat and tossed in on the ground. He removed his various effects, and lastly his bandana. Will sat still through all of this. When Jack was done, he tried again.

"Will, it's just me now. Can you look up?"

Will shook his head, but asked, "Why did you come here?" His tone was slow and cold. He pulled his blanket up even higher when Jack leaned over and whispered,

"Because you left the dining hall so quickly, I didn't think we were done just yet"

"We? You were the one doing…" Will trailed off, embarrassed.

"As I recall you were pretty involved, or at least, one part of you was."

Will looked up at Jack just to glare, then he looked back down. "Jack, you need to stop. I've put up with it for god knows how long. I can't be your object of lust any more, Jack." Will sighed. "I can't be your sex toy. I need to be more than that-"

"I don't pursue sex toys, love" Jack breathed, leaning in closer, closing the space between their lips, kissing him, an open, deep kiss. Will pulled away slightly, eyebrows furrowed. He was more confused then he had ever been. He was a drunk kiss. He was a sex toy. He was... meaningful?
Jack leaned in again, this time landing in a soft, sweet kiss, then he sat up and looked at the boy on the bed. Will didn't flinch, but his mind was still busy. He was confused. He hated being confused. He liked this but- Wait, he liked this. He was shivering with pleasure from even this simple kiss. This wasn't bad, just over thought. Will wanted this. Jack seemed to, by the way he was looking at Will, waiting for a sign to continue or be pushed away once again. Will liked to plan things out, he liked structure, except in the case where someone he cared for was involved. Those times he found it easy to just jump in, head first. This could be a time like that.

Will looked up at Jack, Jack in return tilted his head to one side, his eyes silently pleading. Will gave a quick nod, and that was all Jack needed. He kissed Will again. Will allowed himself to let his moans be heard. Jack's tongue slipped into Will's mouth, it tasted of rum. Jack moved his kisses to along Will's jaw line, working his way to his neck. Between short breaths Will gasped "You better not just be fucking with me Jack"

Jack lifted his head and grinned. "Maybe later, love." He returned to his work. When Will's head was touching the bed, he remembered what he had just done before.

"Jack, erm, this may not be the-" Jack nipped at his neck and he moaned. "The, uhm, best place to do this. It's a bit -oh!- bit messy" His face burned with embarrassment.

Jack lifted his head and looked down. His dark eyes widened in realization. "You couldn't wait for me?" he pouted.

Will blushed even more. "I didn't know you were coming."

"Well," Jack mused. "This does put a damper on things. Where should we go then?"

"Last time I checked, you had a cabin too. Bigger than mine." Will looked up at Jack, who stole another kiss before he sat up.

"Right. My cabin…" Jack waited while Will frantically laced up his breeches, then pulled him up and lead him out. Jack's cabin wasn't far off, but he couldn't seem to wait. He pushed the slightly larger pirate against the wall and brought their lips together again.

Will squirmed. "Jack, not here" Jack paid no attention, slipping his tongue into Will's mouth, putting a hand on either side of his chest. Will stopped resisting, knowing it would get him nowhere. Plus he liked it, even though he was worried someone would see. When Jack began to curl his fingers around Will's thigh, he felt the need to object.

"Jack, weren't we going to your…." He couldn't focus on what he was trying to say. Jack seemed to understand, he pulled away and continued to lead Will away. From around the corner Anamaria smiled to herself. "Interesting" she muttered. "I was right."

Jack burst open the door to his cabin and flamboyantly strode in, followed by a tentative Will. Jack sat on his bed, and Will followed suit. Jack leaned in and kissed him again. Once he had his tongue in the larger pirate's mouth, Jack straddled Will and slowly lowered him until they were lying down.

Jack wasted no time in getting his shirt off, followed by Will's. The haste in which he was moving suggested to Will that he had wanted this for a while. Will was nervous. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to be doing. Jack had moved down to kiss his chest, and oh, it felt good, but shouldn't Will be doing something, maybe with his hands? He clumsily moved his hands upward on Jack's bare back, and his hands met with rough tangled hair. His fingers played with the beads he had so often admired, twirling them around.

Jack wanted, needed, more contact. Their chests touching, Will's hands on him, it was ecstasy, but Jack knew there could be more. And he would take what he could. He slowly moved his hands lower. Careful, the last time he had tried this it did not end well. Careful, careful, his hands grew closer to his target, and reached it. Will gasped as Jack slipped his hand under the thin layer of cloth, onto his hard flesh.

As Jack's hand began to move up and down, Will was suddenly alert, alert to Jack, to his needs. Moving on its own, Will's hand mimicked Jack's slipping under the pirate's breeches. Jack moaned at the touch he had longed for for so long. Jack wouldn't last long, he knew. The blacksmith's hands, though inexperienced, were surprising in their speed and cool against hot skin.

Will threw his head against the bed as he came, eyes shut tight with the intensity of what was washing over him. The expression on Will's face and the feeling of the boy bucking against his hand pushed Jack over the edge, and Will felt chills of excitement as he felt what his hands could do.

Jack collapsed beside Will, breathing heavily. They ignored the mess, the lack of space and privacy, everything that distracted them from the one beside them. They fell asleep, heavy breathing lulling them into security, as Jack believed; 'You are always safe in a lover's arms.'

.:A/N:. NOT the end, at least I don't think so, I have other chapters planned. Stay tuned! Oh wow that was a really corny remark… but I do hope you keep reading. Whoever you are. Rereading it I see a few parts are a bit unrealistic, but oh well. This is meant for fun, not analyzing. Please review, you have no idea how much your reviews mean to me. It's pathetic actually how much I like them. Thank you!