I wonder if Jack will regret this in the morning" Will wondered.
After some time, Jack broke their kiss, and stared at the handsome, if
not entirely beautiful face cradled in his hands. Wills eyes reflected
the moonlight that illuminated the balcony, and his lips were slightly
parted and kiss swollen, as if he was silently begging Jack to lean in
again. "Will…" Jack said in a voice that had the consistency of honey but the
strength of liquor, " You had best get some rest, now." Jack motioned
towards the bed. Will was a bit surprised- he didn't expect such
kindness from Jack. Will sat on the edge of the bed and removed his
boots, as Jack watched, almost supervising. Will acknowledged this
silently, and cautiously removed his shirt. He had white skin, marred
by the occasionally burn from the red hot metal he worked with everyday
at the shop. He wasn't ashamed of these blemishes, however- he felt
that they gave his otherwise perfect skin personality. Jack bit his
lip at the sight of Will's naked torso. He couldn't understand for the
life of him why he was so attracted to this man...or why he had kissed
him. It all seemed very strange, even for the likes of him. Certainly,
he had slept with men before, but never out of anything other than
desperation. Will was different, though- he actually cared about this
one. Will slid comfortably beneath the sheets of the luxurious canopy
bed and closed his eyes. " Goodnight, Will." Jack said softly, and
returned to sleep on the balcony.

That night Jack slept intermittently, tossing back and forth on the cool stone of the balcony. The gentle breeze did not help his restless mind and body. Eventually he ventured back into the bedroom, where Will was laid out on the bed. He parted the curtains and let his eyes slide gently over the image before him: the handsome young man half-naked and stretched out on the sheets-- his sheets. He let a lecherous smile pass over his lips and felt less much less guilty about it than he would have 24 hours earlier. After the way Will had returned the kiss, and gave him a look begging desperately for more, Jack felt less disgusting and more alive.
Jack was so caught up in remembering the moment that it took him awhile to notice that Will was not sleeping soundly either. He was tossing and turning, his white forehead sweaty and feverish. His mouth parted in a small moan. Jack leaned closer, to hear what was causing his friend such distress. He was surprised to hear his own name.
"Jack..." Will mumbled faintly, before rolling over. Jack jumped back, worried he had woken him. His fears were for naught- Will was still out, and still writhing like a snake. Jack stood back, quizzical and slightly turned on. Ok, more than slightly turned on. That was becoming evident as he looked down at his snug canvas trousers. He jumped backwards with yelp of fright and began looking for something to cover his genitals. However, it was too late-- his cry had woken Will, who was now sitting straight up in bed and looking at his package with increasing widening eyes.

Jack looked at Will with one of his typical, wide eyed drunken stares.
" What are you looking at?" Jack huffed. Will just looked at Jack, then at his erection, and then back at Jack. "Humph" Jack snorted. " Thought you was a woman in the dark, savvy." he tried to act nonchalant, although he wasn't sure that this bullshit
would fly with Will." It's alright, Jack- I guess..." Will trailed off. He was obviously
as embarrassed as the captain was- after all, he had been the one
having an erotic dream involving Jack. He hoped to God Almighty that
Jack had not heard his cries, or sensed his heavy breathing, every
hot, moist breath dripping with desire. The awkward silence was broken by the quick witted pirate." Uh...Will...um... lad- shall we, um... return to sleeping, then?"
" right. RIGHT!" Will heartily agreed, trying to mask his disappointment. He had relished that kiss. Jack was such a good kisser, he thought. His tongue had teased his swollen, eager lips and then completely overtaken his mouth. Will didn't want to breathe, let alone break that kiss. He wondered if Jack would ever take his breath away again, as he had that day. Meanwhile, Jack had returned to the balcony, the warm saltwater breeze teasing his locks. The full moon illuminated his eyes, making it seem like his thoughts were dancing across the whites of his eyes. Had he
frightened Will? Would dear William ever want to be in his presence
again? Jack would never divulge these innermost thoughts to anyone, of
course, and he hid his emotions well. However, he couldn't shake the
feelings he had for the sleeping man in the next room. Jack sat on the
railing, deep in thought. H let out a deep sigh, and ran a hand
through the braids on his head. Tomorrow was a new day, he thought.
"We can have a fresh start tomorrow, Will and I. Yes, we can."