Flotsam and Jetsam

Pairings: implied sparrington
Rating: PG-13 at most
Disclaimer: Not mine *whimper*

“What time is it, Jack?” asked James with a smile of amusement.

 

“’S a half – a half pished ‘leven, Jam’ luv” answered Jack, falling over a chair and landing on his back. He cursed, but continued to lay there.

 

“I’d say you were a good deal more than half-pissed, Jack,” said James, settling back into his own chair with a sigh. A small voice from the floor protested

 

“’m no’”

 

“Yes you are! I can’t let you go out like that – you’ll fall in the dock and drown… you’d best stay here.”

 

“Really?” Jack rolled onto his stomach and pushed himself up. He took a moment to let the room focus and staggered over to James’ chair. Placing a hand on each arm of the chair to steady himself he leaned in, smothering James in hot fumes. “Thanks, mmmmate!” He made to kiss James but James pushed him back.

"I don't think so Jack," said James. "I like my face unsmeared of an evening if it's all the same to you."

"'s much of a muchness," agreed Jack, slouching. His face drooped suddenly, and he yawned complacently.

James stood and heaved the pirate up with him. "Time for bed, darling," he announced, implying that Jack was somewhat less than his darling at the present time. Jack allowed himself to be led to James' bedroom, let James undress him whilst wheeling his arms lazily around his head like a child playing aeroplanes, and rolled around the sheets until satisfied with the crumpled nest he'd made. James left the room to put out the lamps and rake out the fire.

Jack listened for James' footsteps to die away and snorted into a giggle. He stood, stretched like a well-fed panther and winced as his jarred spine twanged. Next time he was pretending to be drunk he'd not be falling over any furniture, he promised himself. Settling back down onto the bed he grinned. It was the third time in a month he'd come visiting the commodore and allowed James to think he was sozzled. He was granted a free night's lodgings snuggled up to his favourite naval officer, and in the morning when he'd 'sobered up', well... Jamie was always fairly amenable when cushioned by that endearing just-woken-up fug of his. Good healthy exercise before breakfast, and sometimes after breakfast too, was a routine Jack was all too happy to become ensconced in. Hearing James return Jack rearranged his face into a semi-conscious pout and closed his eyes. He sprawled one arm off the edge of the bed for luck. 

He felt James fall in beside him and wriggled backwards as James' arm curled protectively over him. "G'night Jamie-boy" he muttered. A grunt was the only response. Grinning in the darkness Jack couldn't wait to apologise to James in the morning. In Jack's view it was always worth being as badly behaved as possible in case there was any chance of being able to do some good, hard, slow and impassioned apologising later on. 

With that in mind, Jack mused sleepily, next time he was 'drunk' at the commodore's house, some bawdy singing might be in order. Loud bawdy singing. With actions. 

Lying awake beside him. James put Jack's quiet giggles down to drunken euphoria. Although how anyone got drunk from two mugs of hot chocolate was a mystery to him...  

Title: A hard Man to Predict (Part Two)
By: Swordsharp
Word Count: 5282 (eep)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Sparrington
Disclaimer: Not mine - doesn't stop me wishing they were!
Summary: Follows on from part one (naturally). Jack goes to see James. They both learn some things, none of them nautical, but some of them naughty.



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