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New Worlds - Havana	By : danglingdingle Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Slash - Male/Male > Jack/Will Views: 1459 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“I have a surprise for you.” The announcement came from behind the newspaper Jack was reading, or at least pretending to, considering it was in Spanish. Will had a sneaking suspicion Jack was hiding from him.

The two men were sitting at a sidewalk café, sipping strong Cuban coffee from ridiculously small cups. The morning sun was warm on Will’s shoulders, and he’d removed his jacket, tossing it on the empty chair to his left. Jack was lounging opposite him, occupied with the latest news of the fighting in the hills.

Will closed his eyes and breathed in the scents all around him, heady with delight, for what he already had – and what he had to look forward to. An entire week alone with Jack, no other duties to pull him away. The breeze off the harbor carried the briny scent of the sea, a scent Will always associated with Jack. He glanced over at his lover, now busy lighting a slender brown cigarette, cupping his hand to shield from the wind.

The day was humid, promising to be another hot one. Will rolled up the sleeves of his dark blue silk shirt, and loosened the top two buttons. Jacks wore his white linen shirt unbuttoned, revealing a sleeveless undershirt that hugged his body. Despite the heat, Will shivered slightly in the breeze, savoring every drop of the image before him.

Jack, noticing Will watching him, carefully set down his coffee cup, stubbed out his cigarette and leaned towards Will, his voice husky and emotional. “Now, where were we?”

Smoothing his mustache, Jack ran his fingers down his beard, a familiar gesture that Will loved – no dangles to play with, though the gesture remained. Suddenly, there was no longer a bustling city street surrounding them, they were alone, focused only on each other.

Will swallowed and said, voice cracking slightly, “What was this surprise you were going to show me?”

With an enigmatic smile, Jack shook his head and waggled a finger at Will.

“No, not yet, my little dove. You must first humor me by allowing me time to prepare.”

Jack signaled to their waiter for the check and rose, squaring his white straw hat on his head in another comforting gesture.

“I have made arrangements for later this afternoon, which leaves you, in my calculations, at least two free hours in this lovely city to indulge in whatever your heart desires”

Will smiled crookedly. “You know my heart's desire, Jack.”

“Ah, yes. And I also know that said heart is stilled locked away. Bloody unfair, really. Nevertheless, we must do what we can to make sure all your needs are satisfied.”

“I am already satisfied, Jack. This has all been wonderful.”

Jack preened a moment, and then was serious. “Are we ever truly satisfied? Or do we just take what we can, and hold on as long as we can?”

“I have heard it said, that to be truly satisfied is to die.” Will searched Jack's eyes. “And yet, I am fully alive and completely satisfied.”

The two men paused as the words hung between them. Were either of them truly alive when they were apart?

Jack broke the silence, shrugging aside the thought for the moment.

“Love has a curious way of reshuffling one's priorities,” Jack commented, twisting a familiar phrase. “I thought I could never desire another, and yet I have fallen in love once again.” The words were cryptic and Will's brow furrowed in puzzlement.

“I cannot wait for the two of you to meet,” Jack continued, oblivious to Will's growing concern. “I'm telling you, Will, it is like the very first time, all over again. Blessed heaven.” He paused and added thoughtfully, “In fact, it's going to be hard having t' share.”

Will closed his eyes against what he was hearing, swallowing hard to keep in the protests wallowing in his chest. He managed a feigned smile. “I'm happy for you Jack.”

Jack beamed. “I knew I could count on you t' understand. So, you won't mind me spending some time away this afternoon. You know, making sure everything is fine before I introduce you.”

The dark, tight fist of jealousy weighing in the pit of his stomach, Will sipped his drink and said nothing. After breathing in a long, painfully memory-laden dram of air, Will nodded into his cup. After all, they had agreed. It had never occurred to him that he'd have to live up to the agreement.

Why Jack would choose this particular time to chase his conquests, was beyond Will.

“I have arranged to have you meet me in Cojimar later this afternoon.” Jack waved down a taxi. “Flavio assured me he'd have everything perfect for when you arrive.”

“Flavio?” Will almost choked on the name.

“Whut?” Jack said, genuinely surprised, shaking a scolding finger at Will. “Never a name made a fellow worse, if the fellow not the name, mind.” He grinned. “Or something like that. Never could keep my proverbs straight.” He brushed the thought away.

“You’ll love him. Wonderful fellow. Reminds me of you in a way. Very good with his hands.” Jack smiled. “Always knows exactly what I need and never fails to provide.”

“So this Flavio is your latest fling?” Will couldn't help asking, kicking himself for doing so but needing to know at the same time.

Jack saw something in Will's face that stopped him cold. Laying aside the teasing he leaned over, draping an arm casually around Will's shoulders and sighed.

“Flavio is getting my latest fling ready to meet you. I was hoping to surprise you, but since you're set on thinking the worse, I see I will have to tell you firstly.”

Straightening, he said proudly, “My new-found love is not a “he” but a “she”. Now, dear heart, you do see the difference, eh? Hmm?”

Will was rendered, at the lack of a better word, speechless. In reality, he'd stopped breathing with the last hinging draw of air he'd managed, mind sent into a swirl of thoughts he wasn't ready to face. Of course. A woman. The one thing Will could never give Jack. He’ had always wondered if this might happen. And, after last night's encounter with the girl in the bar, the thought had crossed his mind that Jack might have known her previously.

This explained it all.

If it weren't for the ever blackening cloud over his mind that rapidly stopped him from forming any other words besides 'no', Will would have probably mastered a façade, and asked Jack if it was her, the woman from the bar. Instead, his nature could bear only so much. Will brushed a fleck of ash from Jack's cigarette off his leg, and briskly stood up, bowing slightly. “I assume this is where I bid my farewell.” The tone of his voice was freezing to Jack's core. “Send my best wishes to the lady.” With that, Will turned, and with a couple paces, was out of Jack's sight.

****

“Shit.” Jack stared dumbfound after Will for a blink, before hurriedly reaching for his wallet and tossing whatever money he happened to grab onto the table. “Will!?” A chair fell over, and another patron cast an evil eye on Jack as he fumbled through the space, but he couldn't have cared less for such trifles.

With the excess speed provided by the sudden burst of adrenaline coming from the heart-shattering fear that it had all been misunderstood, Jack reached the narrow alleys leading to their motel in record time. There, at the end of the walk, right before the last turn, stood Will Turner, chin pressed to his chest, his hands crossed, fingers pressed to his lips in deep thought.

Jack approached him carefully, his expression mournful, arms reached towards the bowed figure. Thoughts repeating a single prayer-like mantra, 'please, oh lord, please don't let me be misunderstood', over and over again, Jack recoiled at the reaction he got from Will upon his touch.

Will opened his mouth slowly, gaze wavering as if trying to focus on anything, and uttered brokenly: “I don't... Yes, Jack, we have our freedom, but why-”

“The Flying Pearl.”

“That's her name.” Jack reached for Will's sleeve tentatively, as if taming a wild wolf. “That's her name. Well, it will be, she's not christened yet.” He paused and took a step closer to Will, now standing directly in front of him, looking right into his eyes. Slowly, Jack raised a hand to tenderly cup Will's face. “I wanted you to be there to name her. With me.”

Making no attempt to take things any further, Jack only stared into Will's eyes, his stance unwavering, in fear his affections would cause recoil. Once understanding settled, softening Will's face, Jack dared to press his lips on Will's. Murmuring into the testing, intimate touch, Jack explained further; “I gave her a name, true enough...” Gingerly, Will responded to the kiss, and Jack continued: “...but her soul is still missing and you're-”

The rest of the sentence was muffled into Will's mouth, as he embraced Jack, and sealed his lips with his own.

No further words were needed, until it was time to get dressed again, and go meet Flavio.
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