Deep water {willxjack }

seven

A/N

Hi guys, these author notes are getting repetitive but anyway, on with the chapter. The gayness is intensifying.

Third person pov

Will wakes up to the smell of the ocean, rum and gunpowder surrounding him, along with a warm, steady pressure around his waist and along his back.

He pushes back slightly, enjoying the confort of the sensation when his eyes widen in the realization that it's one Captain Jack Sparrow whose arms are around him.

What was he thinking, telling Jack that they could share a bed for gods sake?! What if someone walks in? What if Jack wakes up?!

But even though his heart is racing, the embrace isn't uncomfortable. Even with the knowledge that it's Jack, Will can't help but want to stay like this all day.

He can feel Jack's breath on his neck and he's hypersensitive to every sound and twitch that Jack makes, from the soft wheezing with every inhale, to the slight toss of his head as he mumbles in his sleep.

"No... not...not him... not... Will... Will!" Jack releases Will and turns, before he starts thrashing against the mattress, still talking and pleading with some unseen assailant.

Will pins Jack down to the bed by his shoulders but Jack almost kicks him off the bed. Sighing at how this is going to seem, he sits on Jack's legs and, still holding him down, shakes him in an attempt to wake the pirate out of his nightmare, but it doesn't work and Jack gets more violent with every passing second, whimpering in pain and trying to writhe his way out of Will's hold.

Knowing that he won't be able to hold on to Jack for much longer, and not knowing what else to do, Will lightly slaps Jack across the face, causing him to sit up with a start, his face mere centimetres from Will's.

"Well...Mr. Turner, I think you should at least buy me a drink before we do this," Jack says with a smirk, still shaking off the after effects of his nightmare.

"Jack... Jack you were having a nightmare, and you were begging someone. It sounded like you were in pain, and you called my name, Jack, please tell me what's wrong," Will says, tilting Jack's head until he's looking at Will.

His eyes flit down to the older man's lips and he wonders... just for a second... if he's catching feelings for the pirate. But nothing happens because Gibbs bangs on the door scaring both of them.

Will reluctantly moves away from Jack and starts buckling his holsters on before he pulls his boots on and is about to leave when Jack starts talking.

"We were on the Black Pearl and Barbossa was going to kill you," Jack says so quietly that Will strains to hear him, "That's what the nightmare was."

Will nods and puts his arms around Jack, pulling the man closer and burying his face against his chest. Jack rests his head against Will's and Will feels his shoulders shake.

Jack pulls away and Will cups his face in his hands, wiping at his tears with his thumb. It seems like Jack wants to lean closer again but he restrains himself and Will is about to pull him closer when Gibbs hammers on the door again and calls out for them.

The moment is lost and Jack extricates himself from Will's arms and pulls his boots on before striding out of the room with Will at his heels.

Will puts on a straight face and doesn't let Jack see the hurt that's slowly eating away at his chest, doesn't let anyone see the grief and worry that's twisting his intestines into knots and leaves him feeling hollow and empty.

Jack talks to the people that Gibbs had found and in a few minutes they become part of the crew aboard the Interceptor. Will vaguely recalls that Jack had promised them the ship for doing this and that Jack had gotten some ammunition and supplies brought to the ship and then they're sailing on the vast, blue expanse of the ocean.