PoTC - Will and Jack I
Who: Jack and Will When: Who knows? Where: Some island, some bar What: God knows Rating: Probably NC17
Jack Sparrow didn't walk so much as he swaggered, with a peacockish strut that was rather hard to mistake. He could be recognized by his acquaintances while still a good distance off, the way that he swaggered (and staggered) as he undulated across any given distance. The staggering was largely a product of rum, to be honest, for rum was his god, his pleasure and his fondest desire. Well, maybe that wasn't his only desire. But at the moment he was forced to content himself with that for the other.... the other was unaware of his own desires, much less Jack's. As far as Jack knew, in fact, he was too wrapped up in Miss Elizabeth Swann to be cognizant of anyone else.
Jack wrinkled his nose at the thought of the chit. Kiss him and leave him to die, would she? Witch with a b she was. And teaming up with Barbossa, what about that? She always seemed to be scheming against him, and Jack did not like that. Nor did he like the way that Will seemed to always support her. Intended or not. If Jack had any say so, he would show Will a few intentions of his own, and leave Elizabeth out in the proverbial cold. Let Hector have her, for all he cared. Hell, let the Kraken have her. All Jack wanted was Will, but he wanted him in the worst possible way.
He had sailed the Black Pearl, now that he had wrested it from Barbossa's grasp once more, til he tired of sailing her, and had put her to port, while he made the acquaintance of the local grog shop, staggering through the doors, and glancing about for safety's sake in case he had any ex-girlfriends in the vicinity, before claiming a table in the corner.
Will couldn't believe this had happened, when he 'left' ten years ago Elizabeth had not been complaining. He had left her content and feeling very much sh...loved. He had expected to see her on the beach where they had agreed on meeting but she was not there. He had waited and waited, even though his heart was not in his chest it felt like his heart was breaking.
He waited even longer before going into the town and into the bar, he was lucky nobody there seemed to recognize him. He hadn't changed in the ten years he was gone, he would never look a day older then the day he died. He drank his rum when he put his glass down on the table he looked up and saw... no, that was not possible... of all the bars he had picked the one Jack walked into.
Apparently he hadn't taken a table far enough away from everyone, for the next thing Jack knew, he heard the scrape of a chair being pushed back along the floor, and he glanced up to find himself face to face with an angry brunette. Ah, Colleen! Or was it Daphne? At the moment, his rum-soaked mind refused to cooperate. Nevertheless he flashed her a very charming smile, for the idea of feminine company was not an unpleasant one.
"My dear," he compromised in his typical inimitable manner, "how nice of you to join me...." But before he could say anything else, he found himself with a faceful of ale, gasping for breath.
"Next time, find out if the girl you sleep with has a sister!" the angry female hissed before she pushed the table back toward him, and disappeared.
Well, that was.... interesting..... Jack reached for his bandanna, and began to sop his face. Women! Who needed them?
Will laughed at the little ‘play’ in front of him; he stood and walked over to Jack wondering how it was possible that the handsome captain of the Black Pearl also seemed not to age. Handsome? Did he just think that Sparrow was handsome?
Jack replaced the bandana just as a shadow fellow across the table. Ah, she's come back to apologize, he thought to himself with a certain amount of satisfaction. Well, he could afford to be magnanimous, couldn't he?
"I know you're sorry," he began, "and since I am truly generous..." But the fact he looked up into was not female. Not by a long shot. It was that of Will Turner. Jack's jaw dropped open in amazement. And his cock twitched. How long had he envisioned such a scene in his fantasies? And it was playing out now right before his very eyes?
"Will," he fairly purred, "how nice to see you, my boy...."
Did Jack just purr? Yes, he did and Will’s cock told him that the purr had sounded very seductively. “I didn’t really plan on being seen today by anyone but…” He stopped, wondering if this was how Davey Jones had felt when Calypso hadn’t been there when he got his one day on land. Twenty four hours on land every ten years and Elizabeth hadn’t been there.
He sat down without asking, “How have you been?” he asked as if he had seen the pirate just a few days before.
"Can't complain," Jack responded, waving one hand in the air, his eyebrows drawing up in typical Jack Sparrow fashion. "Just here and there and everywhere, seeing what is to be seen?" He peered at Will as he spoke. Looked pretty good for a dead man. "Has it been ten years already? Good lord, how time flies...." And then he realized something, and he glanced around him. "Where is she? Lurking in the corner, or finding another beast to sacrifice me to, eh?"
Meaning Elizabeth, of course.
Will didn’t have to think twice about who Jack was talking about, “She isn’t here.” He said, his voice and face darkened, it was very painful that Elizabeth had not been there. Ten whole years away and just one day together on land, you would thinks she would be there.
Isn't here? That was not the response Jack had expected. And his first thought was that Will was lying, and that the bitch was really here, and he should look out. But then he saw the expression on the other's face, and he knew that his words were true. His brow furrowed in unexpected sympathy.
"That's a right proper bitch," he muttered. "Doesn't she understand the concept of one day, or you're fucked?"
For a moment Will wanted to tell Jack off for calling the woman he loved a bitch, but that moment was gone very quickly. “I guess she doesn’t care.” He said his face darkening even more. “Maybe I should just go back to the Dutchman.” He looked down at his hands in thought for a bit, should he go back or should he try to make the best of the hours he had left on dry land before he had to go for ten more years of ferrying the death.
"Well, what use in that?" Jack said, sitting back, tipping his chair so that it rode on two legs now, regarding Will carefully. "You're here. Might as well make the best of this day, right, love?" He wondered to himself if the tales he had heard were true - that if the one who loved you was there on the right day that the spell would be broken. And did that someone have to be that bitch, or could it be anyone that loved Will?
And how did one define love, after all?
Will looked up at Jack and his face lightened just a little bit, the pirate wasn’t his first choice of people to spend the one day on land he had with but it could be worse. “You are right!” He said determined to not let Elizabeth ruin his day, he did however had looked forward to the sex part of his meeting with the woman he thought loved him… ten years is a long time after all.
“Make the best of it and try not to turn into a scary looking Jones-look-alike because of her not showing up.” He was not like the former captain of the Flying Dutchman but the circumstances were more or less the same, the woman he loved had not shown up just like Davey’s Calypso.
Jack shivered at the thought of the gruesome being that Jones had become - not exactly his cuppa, after all. Not anything he'd care to be, either.
"Exactly," he agreed, "and since you're only here for the one day, I assume, you being a sailor and all, that you'd like to get laid, as quickly as possible?"
Will’s tendency to blush when sex was mentioned in such an open and Jack-like way hadn’t disappeared over the last ten years. “Ehm…” He started, looking at his hand for a bit, true it had been one of the things he had looked forward too for ten years, but it had been Elizabeth he had wanted to be with, not just some strumpet.
He looked at Jack wondering why the pirate had asked him in the first place, what was in it for the other man? “I…” He really didn’t know what to say, he was a gentleman and not just a common sailor who would get laid by some whore.