Disclaimer: I do not own Will or Jack, malheuresement.

Rating: M. Slash.

A/N: I have figured out my muse for these particular stories… and I have a feeling that there will be many more to come… enjoy.

Jack was everything good. He was springtime after a long, harsh winter. He was dawn and dusk. He was rainbows, the light in all the gloom. His innocence, to the point of cluelessness, was compelling. The laughter in his eyes, the life in his voice, the love in his heart, made life bearable. Will already knew all of this. He loved Jack unconditionally and eternally, no matter what stage of their relationship. At this moment, though, Will was eagerly learning a new side of Jack.

He was learning the taste of Jack's lips. The feel of his skin; hot under his touch. The smell of his shampoo, as Jack leaned his head down to lay sweet, lustful kisses down Will's neck. Jack moaned as Will's tongue caressed his bottom lip. They simultaneously shuddered as the kiss deepened. Will knew and understood Jack. But this was new. This was foreign and slightly scary territory for him. But if he were to be vulnerable, to allow a connection, to enter this frightening place, he would want it to be with Jack.

Something changed. For the better. For the worse. Somewhere in their steamy embrace they both realized that two things were definite. One, that their relationship was changed forever. And two, that they were scared out of their minds of the sudden change. Will was the first to pull back.

His face fell as he saw Jack's expression. Utter shock. Will's eyes lowered to the floor, and he hung his head. Why? Why did he have to screw this up? His life was ruined now. His whole relationship with Jack was ruined. He couldn't bear to look into Jack's eyes. But he knew that this was his responsibility. Jack was his responsibility. To take care of, to love, to hold. Until death do we part? Will inwardly chuckled.

"Jack, I…" Will started.

A loud voice, heard through the door, caught him off guard. A loud, woman's voice. Grace. Oh, shit. Now how could he and Jack talk? Will knew one thing for sure- he couldn't let Jack leave. If he left then they would get all awkward and start avoiding each other. Will could not stand the thought of that happening. Without a second's hesitation Will grabbed his friend by his shirt and pulled him into the bathroom.

Jack looked cute when he was completely thrown off. A look of confusion was spread across his fine features; eyebrows drawn together, lips turned into a slight frown. He didn't say a word. Will noticed the irony. It was his turn to take the reigns, to fix the problem. Jack stood in front of him, arms crossed, defensive mode. Will knew that Jack was more vulnerable then he made out to be. Will desperately wanted to protect him, like he had so many times before.

Grace's voice was audible through the thin wood of the bathroom door. She was telling him about her day, despite the fact that he was not in the room and obviously not listening. Will became impatient. Jack was his focus now. The bright eyes were looking at him questioningly, waiting. Will sidled past his friend and turned the shower nozzle. Pounding water drowned out Grace's voice. They could finally talk without his best friend's nosy questions interrupting them. He loved Grace, but now was about him and Jack. This took priority. He finally turned to Jack, ready to speak his mind.

Then.

A knock. Soft. Then a pounding fist. A frustrated kick.

"Will! Are you in there? Can I come in? I need to grab my makeup. Please! It's not like I haven't seen you sans culottes before. You got nothing to hide, babe."

A pause. A giggle. An annoyed sigh.

"I don't care what you say. I'm coming in whether you like it or not."

Crap. Nosy, nosy, nosy. Will wasn't completely ready to talk about his feelings to Jack, let alone to Grace. He couldn't just let her walk in here. She would be curious as to why they were in the bathroom… together… with the shower running. This was a delicate situation. Will wanted to shelter Jack, to keep the situation as controlled as possible.

And the lock didn't work. That didn't help.

Jack's eyebrows raised as Will pushed him behind the thick, veiling shower curtain, into the steady stream of scorching water. Will came in after him as Grace pushed the door open.

Saturated, heavy clothes. Drops of water resting on skin. Heavy breathing as they pressed together in the confined space. Stifled giggles. Will's head was spinning. Happily. Jack grinned sheepishly, then broadly. Their fingers entwined, hidden behind the curtain. Secret. Safe.

Door closed. In the clear. Grace gone. Dodged a bullet.

Will saw that Jack was about to say something. His pouty, beautiful, soft lips slowly opened. To be silenced by Will's lips suddenly bearing down on his own. A gasp, as Will pressed Jack against the tiled wall. A shudder, as Jack overpowered him and the position switched. Will's whole body flamed and burned at being so close to him. He noticed how the water made Jack's shirt stick against him and Will ran his hands over the defined pecks and abs. Searching. Exploring. Feeling.

Smiles played on their wet, sore lips. Bright eyes bore into each other.

Will felt Jack's hands touch him, caressing his shoulders, back, torso. Soft hands gently lifting up the thin shirt that obstinately clung to Will's chest. This was the moment. The moment where they could stop now or go on with no looking back.

Trust.

Love.

Passion.

There was no turning back. Only forward. Always forward. They took it slower as each piece of clothing was stripped off of their wet bodies. Touches lingering on the new, vulnerable skin being exposed at each moment. For knowing one another for so long, Will was amazed at the intricacies of Jack's body. For every new piece of smooth skin revealed, Will devoured the smell, the taste, the feel. His whole being was charged, fireworks going off in his head, fire in his soul.

Gasps. Moans. Kisses. Licks. Caresses. Grabbing. Panting. Love. Release.

In these moments, truth is revealed. No secrets. No lies. Light. Bringing two people closer together than they would have ever thought imaginable. But no time for thinking. Or for potential consequences. Lust and passion overpower, and they succumb to their impulses. Over the edge…

A/N: Yeah, I'm a coward, so I short-handed the bit at the end. Too bad  More to come, kiddies. Oh, and, again, sorry for grammar mistakes. My tenses were all over the place.

Yeah, and this chappie isn't the best. I tried. I liked the first one better. But this one was… interesting. And lots of fun to write. Haha.