Silly little one-shot.

Jack/James, unrequited. Or is it? You decide. :)

Jack's stomach fell straight into his groin. Almost painful shocks lept through his body and he took a large step back from the man next to him. Fortunately he took no notice of the sudden space between them and continued walking and admiring the shops on either side of them. Jack sighed with relief, he quickly followed.

Moments later though Jack's path was blocked by the same man's arm and again the same lightening feeling shot through his body, "Jack! Look!" Oblivious to his effect on Jack the man tugged at his arm, dragging him towards a crowd surrounding one shop—apparently there was a sort of show going on. But Jack didn't much care, for he was too occupied with the hand that had slid slowly—maddeningly slowly—down his forearm to grasp his own hand.

The tugging that the man made on his hand was mimicked in his groin. Jack had a hard time keeping from shivering. Fortunately, his voice revealed nothing, "Yah, James, I see…" Jack's hand fluttered in James's face, "Wish we could stay and watch, but we've gotta get back ter the Pearl, so we'll just be goin'…" He started off past the crowd, but was abruptly stopped by James's dead weight body.

Stubbornly. "Can't we just watch a minute, Jack?" He unconsciously passed his thumb soothingly over the back of Jack's hand, "I want to see."

Jack had sucked in a breath and hummed to himself distractedly, "Mmmm."

James looked at him curiously, "Jack?"

Jack jerked back to life, "Eh? Oh, no, mate. M'sorry."

James frowned and dropped his hand. "Fine," he said petulantly. He began walking swiftly in front of Jack, hips swaying softly.

Jack pouted, "Now that's not fair." He followed, watching the hypnotic motion of James's body. He groaned and was happy that James was far enough away to not hear it.

Fifteen minutes later—far too long for the strained Jack—the pair arrived at the ship.

James, still angry with Jack, went head of him once onboard and immediately began adjusting sails and ropes, double checking work which had already been done. Jack, afraid to look in case of losing control, dashed instead in his cabin and slammed the door shut behind him. He leaned with shaky breath against it. Knowing that he was now out of hearing range of others he groaned long and hollowly. He looked down and saw a telltale bulge in the front of his breeches. Damn James, he thought, Damn him and his stubbornness, and his fine buttocks, and swaying hips, and his green eyes, and his infuriating inability to see what he did to Jack, by really doing nothing at all. Damn it all.