Jack doesn't notice whether he's crushing Norrington or not. He's not much in a position to notice anything. Or to care. The sweaty, sleepy, sappy feeling of post-orgasm weighs heavy in his muscles, draining him all of urge except perhaps to lean here for a while, and not think of anything.

The tune to that song he fancies dances in and out of his head, and he hums a few bars of it into Norrington's shoulder. "Pirate's life for me," he mumbles and squints an eye upwards when Norrington kisses him on the forehead. It's oddly quietly affectionate, and Jack feels oddly affectionate at the moment. He has it in mind to give Norrington a proper kiss -- only that may require movement. Jack's not too keen on movement.

Except he does seem to be moving, because Norrington is awkwardly attempting to prop him up. Jack finds some residual strength in his knees and pushes upwards, moulding them chest to chest. He can't quite reach Norrington's mouth at this angle so he settles for returning the kiss on the side of his chin.

"Our very best," he slurs lazily, then casts his eyes around wildly. A small, teasing smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Never done it against a palm tree before."