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Another Day in a Life or Two	By : danglingdingle Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Slash - Male/Male > Jack/Will Views: 1861 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean are the sole property of Disney and I do not own the movies.. No profit made out of using them here for entertaining purposes only.

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Chapter 2

Will shook the offered hands of the show’s executives obediently.
He even managed a slight bow for each one of them, thinking that the small talk and the forced smiling endured here would fit perfectly for another corner of the Locker.
His mind was drifting, making plans as to how to make it exactly as excruciating as the real thing, when he noticed, to his great relief, that he was finally getting out the door, out of the building and the chattering people were staying inside.
If he ever had to shake another damp, limp hand again, it would be too soon.
He raised his hand for one last wave goodbye and turned to walk over to the waiting cab.
It was a short drive to the café that was his destination.
Will paid the driver, got out of the cab and was quickly approached by a few middle aged persons who had just seen the show on television and were, of course his greatest fans. Always have been, forever will.
Suppressing the nasty thought about these people having absolutely no idea of the meaning behind the term “always” never mind “forever” and how they could just take both the appraisal, and the ignorance, and shove ‘em, he signed the pieces of paper that were held out and walked on.
Looking through the cafe’s window Will saw a familiar face and finally a genuine smile formed on his lips.
He was invited in with a fluid motion of a hand and to take a seat at the table where the person was sitting.
Slouching himself down, he sighed, propped his elbows to the table, lowered his head to the support of his hands, and closed his eyes for the moment he needed to feel the relief of being rid of the excessive amount of people.
“That bad, huh?” Said his companion from the other side of the table.
Will opened his eyes, still holding his head, and nodded to the glass in front of the man before him.
“What’s that?”
The other man lift his glass and took a whiff of the liquid, extending his arm offering Will to have a sniff of the scent too.
“Cherry brandy” The man muttered with obvious discontent. “Apparently rum is out of fashion at the moment, can you imagine that?”
Will smiled and proceeded to smell the offered drink.
The stress had somewhat eased now that the security and the familiarity of his companion had efficiently reminded him of his place in this carousel called life.
He placed his hand on the other man’s hand so that they were holding the small glass together, and tilted it to take a sip from it.
“That’s quite nice actually. I think I’ll have one too.”
Will was unable to stop the small yelp escaping his lips when he felt the other man squeezing his thigh gently but firmly, just above his knee, under the small round table.
The few people who were at the café, turned to look at the couple and politely turned back to whatever they were doing before they were interrupted.
“Ye sure about that luv? At the hotel we could have rum.” Exclamation sounded through his words and his hand on Will’s knee was stroking gently.
“You should be happy they serve anything with alcohol here at all. After all, this is a café.”
The man let his hand glide higher on the leg he was caressing.
“My, that’s why I picked this place! How was I supposed to know they don’t have a drop of _rum_ in this bloody establishment?”
He marked the important words with the langorous movement of his hand through the air. “Honestly, my dear, they must’ve heard of Irish Coffee?”
The man reluctantly lift his hand from its touch to make even more underlined point. He was holding his hands palms up in front of him, as though begging for an explanation, pulling a desperate face.
“What kind of a barista doesn’t do Irish Coffee, mm?”

Will looked up to see the menu over the counter and spluttered trying hard not to burst into full out laughter. The fast changes of his feelings during the last few hours had left him a bit giddy.
“Jack.” He took the begging hands and made a mock-serious face.
Like a father talking to a slow child, he nodded his head to make a point. “Irish Coffee is made with whiskey, and they doserve it.” The educational tone made Jack flinch with a mocking grimace to counter it.
Understanding arose in Will’s feature and his tone changed from educational to feigning marvel. “My God, Jack! You just want a reason to excuse me back to the hotel, don‘t you?”
Jack grinned and opened his arms wide, tilting his head to look at Will innocently. “Ye got me luv. I’m caught. Whatcha gonna do about it?”
If the words weren’t mischievous enough, the wink certainly did the trick.
To have the nature of his intentions stated and underlined, Jack reached both his hands under the table, and glancing around , noticing no one looking their way, he slid the palms of his hands along Will’s inner thighs.
Will placed his hands on them.
“Much more than I can do here.”
He felt a knot of need starting to build up in the bottom of his stomach, Jack’s warm hands creating delightful feelings in him.
He had a brief moment of regret for not telling the world what Jack Sparrow really was to him, for not announcing his love when he had the chance, when after seeing the movies made about them, he had felt like he only wanted to do just that.
Then again, it was no one’s business but their own.
Squeezing the warm hands slightly, with a surge of tenderness toward the man rushing through him, Will looked at Jack.
The unique man seemed so drastically out of place here, almost like he was the only three-dimensional figure in a flat world with nothing but cardboard props scattered around.
Jack had tried to fit, tried to flatten himself to the norms of these awkward surroundings with little luck.
He’d taken most of the adornments out of his hair, tied his dreadlocks and braids back and covered his head with a light blue fedora hat. He wore jeans, a brown shirt that he had rolled the sleeves up a bit of, still covering his tattoos, scars and the distinctive brand of a convicted pirate.
Nothing stood out as unusual in the clothing, but for some reason he looked like a child who had been playing dress-up. Maybe it was the never fading glee in his eyes, or the mannerisms he couldn’t shake off, even if he wanted to. He was just too alive compared to anything else.
His shoes, the hat, everything was new, and the clothing not only made Jack highly uncomfortable, it made him look like he was being hammered to a mould he would never fit.
The unbraided, trimmed beard, and the lack of his usual rings on his fingers heightened the effect, and suddenly Will wanted nothing more than to get the fuck out of there.
Now.
Now, before Jack would melt into the voids of this odd environment.
Every bit of the anxiety he had felt before came back in a hurry with its good friend panic.
“Will, what’s wrong?” The concerned voice pierced through to his consciousness.
Jack was alarmed by the paleness that has taken over Will’s face. The nearly horrified look in his eyes didn’t help either.
“Nothing, nothing, don’t worry.” Will gripped his lovers hands tightly in reassurance, calming himself down with the feel of those hands he knew so well. He paused to find the comfort again that he had felt just a moment ago and fought the need to press his face into those hands.
“I just don’t much care for this place.”
Jack pulled his hands from under Will’s and glanced at the clock on the wall.
“Good. We must be going anyway.”
He stood up, emptied the small glass and slammed it on the table, making everybody turn to look at them again. Jack smiled at the people apologetically and grabbed Will by his arm. “By your leave Mr. Turner, if you please.”
Jack hooked his arm around Will‘s waist firmly, making sure that Will felt the support, and gave a quick peck of a kiss to his jaw.
Then he saw something that he wasn’t used to, but instantly understood anyway. Jack resisted the urge to stick his tongue out at the man who was rolling his eyes, nodding towards the couple and saying something to his companion with a cheapening grin.
Instead, he turned Will toward the door and swayed through it with his left hand flailing in the air.
“Luv, do you wish to be bottom or top today?” Adding a heavy lisp to his loud words, Jack pushed Will slightly with his hip and grinned.
The words didn’t go amiss, and looking back through the glass door, Will saw the reason for Jack’s behaviour.
He laughed impishly and leaned towards Jack to place a gentle kiss on his lips.
Neither of them turned back to see the effects of their provocation. Neither of them cared, and Jack was only glad he’d had a way to make Will laugh dropped right into his lap like that.
Even the slightest giggle always helped the man through bothersome moments. Jack hadn’t been fooled for a second with the ‘nothing’s wrong’- line.

Jack stopped a cab and gave the name of the hotel to the driver. It’s wasn’t a long way, but they didn’t know the city at all, so all they had was random names of random places and their firm belief that everything would be fine at the end of the day. Usually, they were completely shut off from the world unless they deliberately sought to be part of it, and they preferred it that way.
Had for well over three hundred years now.
The cab came to a halt in front of the entrance to the hotel. A valet opened the cab door, startling Will who was about to open the door himself.
“You’re famous now. You don’t get to do anything yourself.” Jack’s voice was leering. ”Especially now after the remark about Elizabeth…”
Stepping out of the car, Will whirled around to look at Jack suspiciously. “You saw the interview?”
“Of course I did! Wouldn’t have missed it for the world!” Jack took Will’s hand for support to get out of the cab too.
“I wanted to see if all the preparation had gone to waste…” He leaned down to kiss the back of Will’s hand theatrically.
“…Which it, by the way, hadn’t”
“And I definitely wanted to hear what you said about me.” Adjusting his hat, Jack puffed up his chest.
“And what lovely words they were…‘Jack Sparrow, the only pirate threat in the world.’”
He was leaning back slightly, looking into the distance and gesturing as if the world did belong to him.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Well, not in so many words, and not necessarily in that tense, but still, I swear I heard it, and whatever it was, that you said, I’m sure that was what you meant.”
Jack pulled Will along to enter the hotel, shooing the usher away with his other hand.
“And what you meant is what matters, not the exact words.”
They stopped at the elevator and waited for the doors to open.
“You should know that by now, Will.”
Will rolled his eyes in amused exasperation. One of the things in the world that were destined to be unchanged, was Jack’s ego and Jack stroking it at every chance he got.
“Yes, Jack, you are a pirate and definitely a threat to the world.”
The surrender in Will’s tone made Jack chuckle happily.
Suddenly realizing that there was one thing about the interview that hadn’t been touched, Will decided to take the cat out of the bag to prevent possible consequences.
“Are you sure you were watching the same interview all the time? I mean, there wasn’t anything annoying you? ”
The remark that strongly suggested that Jack was constantly drunk, and not only that but boring as well, hadn’t raised any objection even though Will had thought it would certainly be a source for an argument, or at least would induce deep hurt and a day long pouting from Jack.
Jack raised an eyebrow in wonder.
“Why would I be annoyed? You telling the truth about everything isn’t anything new anyway, so you can stop worrying about it. Unless I missed something, and you told the world I‘m boring all the time... But, then again, that would be a lie, and you didn‘t say anything like that.”
The wonder changed to suspicion. “Or did you? You didn’t. Did you?”
“No, Jack, I didn’t say anything like that.”
“Oh, good!”
Will was never going to learn to completely understand Jack. Sometimes when Will was sure something was going to raise war, it didn’t, and sometimes some inane thing pushed the wrong button and all hell broke loose.
Boring? Never.
They were at the door to their suite and Will fumbled with the key card, dragging it through the slot too fast.
Neither of them had used one before this morning.
“Fuck!” Will gave up after fourth try and handed the card to Jack. “You try, oh fearsome Captain Sparrow.”
“Now, lookie here, captain of the final rest, or what ever it was. This machine is to be treated with respect and with a slow, gentle touch, to make it bend to your every wish…” The lock opened with a mechanical click.
Jack glanced at Will with a smug smile. “Much like you, really.”

Jack walked straight to the bedroom, tugging his shirt off, opening the buttons of his jeans and mumbling something about itchy clothes.
Will took a glance around the corridor and shut the door. He instantly felt better. No additional people, no fuss and no noises of the traffic. He leaned his back against the door and closed his eyes with a relieved sigh
He opened them again at the shout coming from the bedroom.
“Are you coming or not? I, personally, very much would like to be, coming, but I’d rather have you here for it.”
Will smiled warmly and felt his cheeks light up with slight flush. That man never ceased to turn him on. The slightest hint of having any kind of sexual activities with Jack was certain to light a fire in his belly.

“Come, come, luv, we don’t have all day.”
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