Kissing my best friend tonight
Author: Yari
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not yours. Don't ask! Don't tell!
Pairing: WxJ
Part: 1/2 or more
Author's note: This came just up and I thought 'Yeah! Why not?' and I wrote it ggg The second part will be Will. I'm sorry that this part is so short and I try to hurry up with the second one. The next one will be about Will's opinion. Now enjoy!
Kissing my best friend tonight
It was Friday afternoon. All was the same as every other Friday afternoon. Karen would have had her third bottle of Jack Daniel already, Grace would be moaning at Will over Leo and all the other aspects of her social life and Will would make sarcastic comments along the way to cheer her up.
So everything was the same as always.
Nothing unusual had happened that could have made Jack loose his usual cheerful self, sitting on the sofa and starring of into space like a dumbfuck.
Nothing!
Only maybe the fact that Will had kissed him.
Had just come up and kissed Jack. Right on the mouth, tongue and all. Yeah maybe that could be the reason for his unusual behaviour on this oh so usual Friday afternoon. After all you didn't get kissed every day. Tongue and all.
Especially not from your male gay best friend whom you just happened to be in love with. Mad-fucking deeply in love with. Mad-fucking-deeply in love with, just to make no mistake. So it really wasn't so unusual after all.
At last Jack hoped so, or the part of Jack's mind that wasn't occupied with actions like fainting (WILL kissed me! Will 'kissed' me! Will kissed ME! WILL KISSED ME!!!), schmalzing away (oh, and his lips were so unbelievable soft. And his tongue so skilled and just so breathtakingly...) or being in shock (What...? Why did...? Where is...? How...). Later there would maybe even be a part of his overstressed brain that would have to scream at him. (Come on! Run after him! Ask him why! ) and with the foremost thought of (Just Kiss him again!!!).
But this would, like I said, be for later and for now it seemed to be content with sending Jack in after-thought-paradise.
Slowly but steadily Jack's hand lifted from the sofa's bank and gripped the TV handle, which had been undisturbed and unseen raved on about useful things like 'Harry's Chicken Wings' and 'Befie's refriges', and let his finger drop down heavily on the power button. With a low thud the TV screen blanked out and Jack sat motionless again.
The next move he made was to blink, twice, when his eyes began to sting after some minutes and to let his shoulders slump forward. He blinked again and looked again, his gaze slightly glazed, a look Karen would have easily recognized for the one that drug addicts and shocked sometimes wore.
Then his eyes seemed to come into focus again and his face contorted into a look of utter surprise. Jack's arms lifted in a nearly childlike gesture and his whole body jumped out of the cushions.
His legs sprinted forward the door and his feet nearly tripped over some of Karen's leftover bottles. Then he was in the hallway. His heart seemed to race a hundred miles a minute and he felt a little bit light headed.
His hand closed over the smooth metal of the door handle , when he stopped.
Unsure.
What if it was all meant as a joke? What if...? He halted in hid movement and starred at the door a few minutes before slowly lifting his right hand from the handle and he knocked his knuckles lightly against the wood beneath his fingers, creating a dump sound.
His breath stopped and he waited intoxicated. "Yeah...?" came it from behind the door. Slowly, very slowly Jack gripped the door handle and opened the door.
Tbc.