Author's Note: Based on a story starter in the Challenges forum, so I don't lay claim to that. Jack/Will pairing.

NOTE: The theme for this one is Being The Captain.

Disclaimer: Funnily enough, nothing is mine, just the plot. I like to play.

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Jack watched Will. It was night, and Will was sitting with Gibbs. Jack had the distinct impression that Will was mad at him. Probably because of the previous night.

"Will!" he called out from the wheel.

Will didn't look at him. "I'm talking, Captain," he said acidly.

Jack raised an eyebrow. So he was only 'Captain' now, was he? Well, two could play that game. "As your Captain, William, I order you to go and stand in my cabin."

Will gave him a look of the deepest loathing but rose silently and stalked off to Jack's cabin. Jack's lips quirked into a grin. This could prove fun. He followed him into the cabin and closed the door behind him.

"I order you to take off your shirt," Jack said.

Will's expression did not change, but his long slender fingers unfastened his shirt and he let it drop to the floor. Jack examined Will's hard body in the soft light. It was so perfect. Grinning, Jack leaned forward and started running his lips over the skin, which was surprisingly soft. Will was clearly trying so hard to remain impassive, but a moan slipped out. Jack looked up.

"I'm sorry abou' last night," Jack said. Then he moved closer to Will's plump lips. "I like you too, mate..."

Will blinked. "Good."

They looked at each other for a moment, before lust took over.