Drabble: "Hung Up"
Title: "Hung Up"
Rating: R for language
Characters: POTC Jack/Will. Slash.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I make no money, even if I wanted to. Dammit. (I should've become a sketcher or musician.)
Summary: You don't leave Captain Jack Sparrow waiting. Or do you? Written for the jackwill prompt "Heat."
A/N: In response to a request from danglingdingle to write something based on ABBA's "Gimme Gimme Gimme (Man After Midnight)." To help you enjoy it more, there's an optional video from "Mamma Mia" - there's also a Madonna video that samples from the song.
“Think you can just show up whenever th’ mood takes you?” Jack flung an arm out, sash flying with it.
Will narrowed his eyes. “I have a job.”
“Fuck one o’ those corpses, then.”
In a few steps, Captain Turner had Captain Sparrow pinned to the door of his cabin, wrists in his grasp. “Don’t ask for what you don’t want,” he snarled.
Jack’s breath raced. Time dragged between their meetings. “You don’t rule me-”
Will shut him up with a hard kiss. Jack wrested a hand up, grabbed the back of his head. “Gimme,” he muttered against searing lips.
Rating: R for language
Characters: POTC Jack/Will. Slash.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I make no money, even if I wanted to. Dammit. (I should've become a sketcher or musician.)
Summary: You don't leave Captain Jack Sparrow waiting. Or do you? Written for the jackwill prompt "Heat."
A/N: In response to a request from danglingdingle to write something based on ABBA's "Gimme Gimme Gimme (Man After Midnight)." To help you enjoy it more, there's an optional video from "Mamma Mia" - there's also a Madonna video that samples from the song.
“Think you can just show up whenever th’ mood takes you?” Jack flung an arm out, sash flying with it.
Will narrowed his eyes. “I have a job.”
“Fuck one o’ those corpses, then.”
In a few steps, Captain Turner had Captain Sparrow pinned to the door of his cabin, wrists in his grasp. “Don’t ask for what you don’t want,” he snarled.
Jack’s breath raced. Time dragged between their meetings. “You don’t rule me-”
Will shut him up with a hard kiss. Jack wrested a hand up, grabbed the back of his head. “Gimme,” he muttered against searing lips.