Seriously? Ahoy, it’s Halloween! Again! Part 1 of 6
One in a series of short, occasional sequels to the Will-Jack story, Seriously? Note: I truly do not think this story will make sense unless you have read the originating story which is located here Seriously?
Seriously? Ahoy, it’s Halloween! Part 1 of 6
“He’s going to keel haul you, you fool.”
“I thought he was most likely to shoot me in the face.”
“That would be too quick.”
“I’m not worried. Much. He’s going to be...distracted.”
“Even Tippin couldn’t distract him from this-“
“Sydney can.”
“Ahoy, captain! Time for ye to-“
“Please tell me that when I open my eyes I am NOT going to see you in a pirate costume.” Jack squeezed his eyes tightly shut. Why was Will waking him up already? He’d been awake for nearly seventy-two hours straight before he’d made it home and taken a well-deserved nap and now--
“It be Halloween, captain-“
“Halloween!” Jack groaned and turned onto his side away from Will. Not that it would work, Tippin was nothing if not persistent. Not that he was counting on that fact or anything, he thought as he rolled his face into the pillow. Not that he was hiding a smile, as he growled menacingly, “If this were a ship and I were the captain, you’d be-“
Will leaned over Jack, running his hand up Jack’s chest, trying to pull him back toward him. “I’d be the cabin boy you need to discipline while, say, I was failing at swabbing the deck. We’d slip on the wet deck and end up rolling on the-“
What an imagination. Jack cautiously opened one eye and bit back a groan at the sigh of a long blond curl draped over his shoulder. “Are you operating under the misguided belief that this is the good ship, Lollipop, Shirley?” He flicked the curl with his finger, then glanced downward. Good god, Will even had a hat on and...was that...? No. Just no. He closed his eyes again and rolled away.
Will leaned over Jack and tapped his arm three times. “Why aren’t you opening your eyes?”
“I’m terrified that I’m going to see black eyeliner. Please tell me that you are not wearing lace and eyeliner. Eyeliner!”
“The girls love it on Johnny Depp-“ Will broke off as Jack grabbed his wrist and hauled him over and on top of him.
Jack slid Will’s hand down to his crotch. “Do I give any impression whatsoever of being a girl in love with Johnny Depp?”
“Mmm. None...” Will smiled as his hand curved around Jack and began to stroke him. “Well, captain. Are you going to make me timber shiver?”
“I’m going to...” Jack growled impatiently as he frowned at the lace front of Will’s shirt. If he moved the lace aside, he might be able to see Will’s nipples and--
Ding dong
Jack frowned. “Is that the doorbell?”
“Oh, yeah!” Will jumped up and shook out the lace cuffs of his shirt before darting out of the bedroom. “The kids are here.”
“Don’t tell me we are passing out treats again this year-“ Jack stopped speaking to blink at the sight of Will’s butt in leather...breeches? Were those boots? And breeches? Where did he find this stuff?
“Of course, we are!” Will ran down the stairs, reanchoring the hat on his head. “Hurry up. You scare the crap out of them. Without a costume. It’s great.”
Jack jumped up and looked around the room. “It has to be here somewhere...” He opened drawers.
“I can’t find it-“ Francie complained.
“The wig is in the black box on the top shelf of my closet!” Sydney yelled from the bathroom where she was finishing her make up. “Sheesh, Fran, you’re as bad as a man when it comes to finding stuff-“ She jumped as Francie came up behind her, ducking her head to fit under the doorway.
“You don’t need to yell.” Francie adjusted the wig on her head, then swore under her breath as it toppled off.
Sydney nodded and handed Francie some bobbi pins to anchor her borrowed wig. “You’re right. Dad is going to yell enough for everyone.”
“Jack doesn’t actually yell. Nope, he gets this quiet tone that’s far more scary,” Flaherty added as he too crowded into the bathroom.
“Looking a little green.” Sydney grinned at Francie’s boyfriend.
“I’m supposed to.” Flaherty wrinkled his nose in Sydney’s direction at the unaccustomed feel of heavy make up on his skin. “But why do you?”
“I don’t.” Sydney offered Flaherty a bland expression.
“Are you sure? You look a little-“
“Just worried about what Dad will think about...my husband’s choice of a Halloween costume.”
“Oh, that. Jack’s going to shoot his face off. Or transfer him to outer Mongolia.” Flaherty laughed. “Can’t wait until he gets here. Fran, do you have your camera handy?”
“Always!”
“Must we go?” Jack asked hopefully as he decisively turned the porch light switch to off. Thank god, no more little kids that stared up at him as if he were the scary hermit guy in the neighborhood...which, before Will, one might have thought.
“That sounded suspiciously like a whine, old man.” Will picked up his keys from the counter and jingled them impatiently at Jack. Sydney and Francie’s party had become a tradition, one he loved. One Jack loathed. Or pretended to.
“I do not whine.” Jack brightened and opened the refrigerator. If he nursed a drink for a while, he could successfully avoid a decent amount of party time and heighten Vaughn’s anxiety over whatever the hell it was about which he’d been so nervous he’d looked like he was about to pee his pants multiple times this week. Boy needed a diaper. Ha. Baby Vaughn. He’d suggest that. “However, before we leave, I could use a glass of-“
“No time, no time!” Will grabbed Jack’s arm and started to pull him toward the door, then stopped. “Whoa. Did you just make a pun?”
“‘Whoa’?” Jack smiled. “I have to admit I’m surprised that we didn’t see a reappearance of Cowboy Will-“
“If you want, I could change into my cowboy shirt-“
“No, you can’t.”
“Yes, I could.”
“No. You. Can’t.”
“Yes...” Will stopped and grabbed Jack’s arm. “What did you to the shirt?”
“Aren’t we late for Sydney’s party?”
“You don’t care about Sydney’s party. You hate costume parties. You-“
“Are rapidly becoming bored.” Jack yawned as he checked the contents of his pants pocket.
Will smiled as he reached for the garage door. Jack was anything but bored. “I can’t believe you destroyed or threw out my cowboy shirt,” he complained. He glared at Jack and began to move toward the car. Jack touched his arm and Will stopped.
Jack moved his head so that his lips were against Will’s ear. “Have I mentioned how well broken to the saddle you are? I touch your arm and you immediately stop.”
“That’s because-“
“I kept the spurs,” Jack whispered in Will’s ear.
“Ah...That’s because--”
“I'm rethinking my aversion to accessories.”
TBC at Part 2