"I love you." It came out more as more of a question than a statement. Will's heart failed to beat when his words were met with nothing. He turned back to the piano, away from Jack, and hunched his shoulders, trying to stop the tears that were threatening to fall. Trying to disappear from the utter humiliation. Trying to disappear from Jack. The two of them sat in silence, Will's words still hanging heavily in the air. Jack gaped at Will. Well…that was…unexpected. He felt a smile curl onto his face. But who cared? The boy loved him. That was enough.
"Will--" "Don't remind me, Jack." The pirate recoiled at the venom in Will's voice. Then Will heaved a heavy sigh. "It's just that…I do, and you don't. So please, don't remind me." His voice was tired, hurt. "Will. That's not what I'm getting at." Will shot up, some unknown trigger inside of him snapping with animalistic ferocity. "Then what is?!" Will said quietly, not raising his voice, although the tone made Jack cringe. "The fact I am interested in you?! The fact that I'm married?! The fact that I love you more than my wife?! No. Do tell me, Jack, what are you getting at?"
Will found himself backed up against the wall, Jack over him. Jack's fingers were tangled with Will's, pushing his hands up against the wall. He released one of Will's hands, and caressed the young blacksmith's face with his own. "Me dear William," He whispered, his voice smoky, "You talk too much." Will was about to retort with a verbal jab, but Jack's mouth was over his. Will froze and stiffened, but he didn't pull away. After a few moments of stiff-lipped kissing, Jack pulled back in annoyance. "What I'm trying to tell you, Will, is that I love you. And if you keep on doing this," He demonstrated, pulling his lips into a thin line, "Then I can't kiss you proper."
Will stared at Jack. "That's what you've been trying to tell me?" Jack rolled his eyes. "Yes, Will," he sighed, as if he had explained it a thousand times. He turned back to the blacksmith, who was still against the wall. Instead of entwining their hands together, Jack planted his hands firmly on Will's hips. "Now, may I kiss you right?" he asked, leaning in close to Will. Will put his hand on the back of Jack's neck and pulled him in the rest of the way, crushing their lips together. It was hard and fast, and when they pulled apart, their lips were bruised, faces flushed. It didn't take long before they were joined again.
Jack leaned into Will's neck, biting down on the sensitive flesh and then licked it apologetically. He placed gentle, tortuously sweet kisses up Will's neck, up to his ear. Will threw his head to the side, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around the pirate's neck. "Jack…" the voice came out as a whisper through hot lips. The pirate shuddered, and then kissed Will again. "Yes, Will?" he murmured against the other mouth. "The piano…" The blacksmith's voice was a hushed murmur into Jack's chest. Jack groaned, temporarily detaching himself from Will.
He walked over to the piano, and Will chuckled as he glared at it. He sighed and sat down, running his fingers over the smooth, cool keys. He sighed again. He sat down abruptly and began to play, looking up and rolling his eyes as if it was a burdensome chore. Will walked over and stood beside him, enjoying the simple sound Jack's fingers elicited from the keys. He stared out the window forlornly, and then his face paled. Jack noticed, and he asked, "What's wrong?" The sudden change in the blacksmith's atmosphere caused him to tense. Will just pointed out the window, speechless. "Jack…the governor is back," he whispered.
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Ah ha! XD
Oohh, Govie Swann is back! I wonder what will happen...oh, the possibilities...oh, and I need help deciding something :) should Lizzie throw a bitch-fir or be their No. 1 fan? Or an odd mix of both? Review and tell me, lovies!