Stay With Me Forever
by: Serena-chan
A/N: Well everyone, here's part two!
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Will woke up the next morning to sunlight spilling through the window onto his face.
Groaning at the intrusive rays he sat up to discover that he still had Jack's diary
clutched in his hands.
He had been up until dawn reading and rereading the entries until he practicly could
recite them from memory. He had been going through the writings word-by-word,
searching for some hidden meaning, trying to read inbetween the lines. But, with
Jack, what you see is what you get, and he had not been able to decipher anything
other than the obvious: Jack was in love with him.
Glancing at the clock, he discovered that it was already 10:30am. He had slept in.
Luckily, today was Saturday, so he didn't have to work.
Tucking the diary under his pillow, he went into the bathroom to take a hot shower.
Last night, while he was searching for any solution imaginable, it had suddenly
dawned on him that the coming month was April (as in April Fools). Maybe this
was just some cruel scheme cooked up by Jack and Karen to get back at him for
filling Karen's best shoes with whipped cream last year. He had to find out for
sure before he gave Jack his diary back.
Today at 11am, Grace, Jack, and himself were supposed to get together in his and
Grace's appartement to watch a movie together. While he was still a little nervous
about seeing Jack, he knew he had to so something to prove his theory one way or
another.
His plan was simple: Sometime during the movie, he would start making a few small
advances on Jack to see how he would react. He knew it was risky, but it was the
best he could come up with.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Usually, when the three of them would get together to watch a movie, Jack would
sit on one end of the couch, Will would sit on the other, and Grace would sit in the
middle.
This time, however, Will hurried to take the middle seat. Grace gave him an odd
look, but said nothing.
About a half an hour into the movie, Will decided it was time to put his plan into
action. Watching Jack closely out of the corner of his eye, he casually draped his
arm on the back of the couch, directly behind him.
Jack shiften uncomfortably in his seat. Noting this reaction, Will leaned one of
his legs to the side so that his knee was touching Jack's. Will watched as Jack
swallowed hard, but continued to stare deturminedly at the tv screen.
Deciding he'd better take a more direct aproach, Will pulled his arm from the
back of the couch and let his hand come to rest on Jack's upper thigh. Jack
continued to stare ahead, but his eyes were no longer focused on the screen. His
breathing, Will observed, had become heavier than usual.
Biting his lip, Will wondered just how far he should push it. Everything he'd done
so far was very subtle, but if he did anything too major, then Grace would notice.
Will slowly began to move his hand up and down Jack's upper leg.
Jack gasped, squeezed his eyes closed, and leapt up from his seat. "Y-you know
what?" He blurted out in a breathless voice, "I've seen this movie before, so
maybe I'd better go. Bye!" He practically raced toward the door.
"What's wrong with him?" Grace asked, looking confused.
Will just shrugged and left the room. He went into his own room and flopped onto
the bed.
So it was true. Jack really did love him. It wasn't just some silly joke.
What was he going to do? He thought of the way his own heartbeat had sped up
when he had put his arm around Jack. Maybe, there was a chance. . .
No! It would never work, right? He sighed. He'd have to give the diary back to
Jack soon. He needed to have a desition made by then.
Pulling out the diary, Will flipped through the pages idely, thinking hard. A
long-term relationship with Jack? Was that really possible? Would he be able
to love Jack the way Jack loved him?
He thought about how he had felt watching Jack squirm under his hand and was
startled to realize that he'd quite enjoyed it. Snapping the journal shut, he
made up his mind, he was going to try.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
That evening, when Jack had gotten home, he found a note from Will taped to
his door asking him to come over that evening.
Stepping into Will's appartement, he found all the lights off. About a dozen
creamy white candles were scattered about, casting a warm glow around the
room. Will, who had been seated near the door, stood up when he entered the
room.
"Will, what's with the candles?" Jack asked, "Did they turn off your
electricity?"
"Nope," Will said, walking over to him. "I just thought they'd help set the
mood."
Jack looked confused, "The mood for what?"
"This," Will whispered, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. Looking at
Jack's stunned face, Will pulled the diary out of his pocket and pressed it
into Jack's hands.
He stared at it a moment before the realization of the situation struck him.
"You-you didn't read it, did you?"
Will swallowed hard. This part wasn't going to be easy. "I'm so sorry Jack."
Jack's eyes widened with fear. He opened his mouth to say something, but
Will put a finger to his lips to silence him.
"Jack, I did read your diary. I know it was wrong to look at your personal
thoughts, and I'm sorry. I just wanted to tell you that I feel the same way."
Jack shook his head in disbelief and started to back away, but Will grabbed
him by the shoulders and held him still.
"Jack, I love you. I think I've loved you for a long time, I just never realized
it until now. Please, tell me, did you really mean what you said in the diary?"
Jack blinked hard and looked away, "Of course I did." Will smiled and leaned
toward him, but Jack put up a hand to stop him. "Will," he whispered, looking
him directly in the eyes, "I love you, but I won't be just another fling to you.
If we do this, I'm in it for the long haul."
Will cupped Jack's chin in his hands, "I know I've never had the kind of
relationship you want Jack, but I sure want to give it a try. I want you to
stay with me forever."
Will leaned in and kissed him full on the lips. Jack felt as though heaven and
earth had finally collided, and he melted into the kiss, leaning on Will for
support.
Breaking the kiss, Will took Jack by the hand and led him into the bedroom,
shutting the door firmly behind him.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Later that night, Jack lay next to Will with his arms around him. He glanced
up at his new lover, "I love you, Will."
"I love you, too," he whispered, leaning in to kiss Jack on the forehead. "Now
get some sleep. We've got a big day ahead of us tomarrow."
"What do you mean?"
"Tomarrow," Will propped himself up on an elbow, "we're going to move your
stuff over here."
"You mean you want me to move in with you?" Jack asked.
"Of course," Will smiled. "How else am I going to get to know the real you?"
Jack lay there a moment in happy silence before saying, "What about Grace?
Won't she object?"
"Let her object all she wants," Will said tiredly. "It won't do her any good.
Besides, we can always threaten to make her move in with Karen."
Jack laughed and snuggled closer to Will, slowly drifting off to sleep.
FINI
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A/N: Wow, I think this is the fastest I've ever written a story. Sorry it got so
sappy there at the end, but if any of you have read any of my other stories, you knew
it was bound to happen.
A big thanks to my friend Casey (the boy who asked me to write this story) for all
his help with this chapter. I must admit, when it got to the scene with Grace, Will,
and Jack on the couch, I was pretty stuck.
Please review! Any negative reviews are welcome, as long as you tell me what I did
wrong so that I can correct the story. Thanks! ~Serena-chan
by: Serena-chan
A/N: Well everyone, here's part two!
______________________________________________________________
Will woke up the next morning to sunlight spilling through the window onto his face.
Groaning at the intrusive rays he sat up to discover that he still had Jack's diary
clutched in his hands.
He had been up until dawn reading and rereading the entries until he practicly could
recite them from memory. He had been going through the writings word-by-word,
searching for some hidden meaning, trying to read inbetween the lines. But, with
Jack, what you see is what you get, and he had not been able to decipher anything
other than the obvious: Jack was in love with him.
Glancing at the clock, he discovered that it was already 10:30am. He had slept in.
Luckily, today was Saturday, so he didn't have to work.
Tucking the diary under his pillow, he went into the bathroom to take a hot shower.
Last night, while he was searching for any solution imaginable, it had suddenly
dawned on him that the coming month was April (as in April Fools). Maybe this
was just some cruel scheme cooked up by Jack and Karen to get back at him for
filling Karen's best shoes with whipped cream last year. He had to find out for
sure before he gave Jack his diary back.
Today at 11am, Grace, Jack, and himself were supposed to get together in his and
Grace's appartement to watch a movie together. While he was still a little nervous
about seeing Jack, he knew he had to so something to prove his theory one way or
another.
His plan was simple: Sometime during the movie, he would start making a few small
advances on Jack to see how he would react. He knew it was risky, but it was the
best he could come up with.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Usually, when the three of them would get together to watch a movie, Jack would
sit on one end of the couch, Will would sit on the other, and Grace would sit in the
middle.
This time, however, Will hurried to take the middle seat. Grace gave him an odd
look, but said nothing.
About a half an hour into the movie, Will decided it was time to put his plan into
action. Watching Jack closely out of the corner of his eye, he casually draped his
arm on the back of the couch, directly behind him.
Jack shiften uncomfortably in his seat. Noting this reaction, Will leaned one of
his legs to the side so that his knee was touching Jack's. Will watched as Jack
swallowed hard, but continued to stare deturminedly at the tv screen.
Deciding he'd better take a more direct aproach, Will pulled his arm from the
back of the couch and let his hand come to rest on Jack's upper thigh. Jack
continued to stare ahead, but his eyes were no longer focused on the screen. His
breathing, Will observed, had become heavier than usual.
Biting his lip, Will wondered just how far he should push it. Everything he'd done
so far was very subtle, but if he did anything too major, then Grace would notice.
Will slowly began to move his hand up and down Jack's upper leg.
Jack gasped, squeezed his eyes closed, and leapt up from his seat. "Y-you know
what?" He blurted out in a breathless voice, "I've seen this movie before, so
maybe I'd better go. Bye!" He practically raced toward the door.
"What's wrong with him?" Grace asked, looking confused.
Will just shrugged and left the room. He went into his own room and flopped onto
the bed.
So it was true. Jack really did love him. It wasn't just some silly joke.
What was he going to do? He thought of the way his own heartbeat had sped up
when he had put his arm around Jack. Maybe, there was a chance. . .
No! It would never work, right? He sighed. He'd have to give the diary back to
Jack soon. He needed to have a desition made by then.
Pulling out the diary, Will flipped through the pages idely, thinking hard. A
long-term relationship with Jack? Was that really possible? Would he be able
to love Jack the way Jack loved him?
He thought about how he had felt watching Jack squirm under his hand and was
startled to realize that he'd quite enjoyed it. Snapping the journal shut, he
made up his mind, he was going to try.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
That evening, when Jack had gotten home, he found a note from Will taped to
his door asking him to come over that evening.
Stepping into Will's appartement, he found all the lights off. About a dozen
creamy white candles were scattered about, casting a warm glow around the
room. Will, who had been seated near the door, stood up when he entered the
room.
"Will, what's with the candles?" Jack asked, "Did they turn off your
electricity?"
"Nope," Will said, walking over to him. "I just thought they'd help set the
mood."
Jack looked confused, "The mood for what?"
"This," Will whispered, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. Looking at
Jack's stunned face, Will pulled the diary out of his pocket and pressed it
into Jack's hands.
He stared at it a moment before the realization of the situation struck him.
"You-you didn't read it, did you?"
Will swallowed hard. This part wasn't going to be easy. "I'm so sorry Jack."
Jack's eyes widened with fear. He opened his mouth to say something, but
Will put a finger to his lips to silence him.
"Jack, I did read your diary. I know it was wrong to look at your personal
thoughts, and I'm sorry. I just wanted to tell you that I feel the same way."
Jack shook his head in disbelief and started to back away, but Will grabbed
him by the shoulders and held him still.
"Jack, I love you. I think I've loved you for a long time, I just never realized
it until now. Please, tell me, did you really mean what you said in the diary?"
Jack blinked hard and looked away, "Of course I did." Will smiled and leaned
toward him, but Jack put up a hand to stop him. "Will," he whispered, looking
him directly in the eyes, "I love you, but I won't be just another fling to you.
If we do this, I'm in it for the long haul."
Will cupped Jack's chin in his hands, "I know I've never had the kind of
relationship you want Jack, but I sure want to give it a try. I want you to
stay with me forever."
Will leaned in and kissed him full on the lips. Jack felt as though heaven and
earth had finally collided, and he melted into the kiss, leaning on Will for
support.
Breaking the kiss, Will took Jack by the hand and led him into the bedroom,
shutting the door firmly behind him.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Later that night, Jack lay next to Will with his arms around him. He glanced
up at his new lover, "I love you, Will."
"I love you, too," he whispered, leaning in to kiss Jack on the forehead. "Now
get some sleep. We've got a big day ahead of us tomarrow."
"What do you mean?"
"Tomarrow," Will propped himself up on an elbow, "we're going to move your
stuff over here."
"You mean you want me to move in with you?" Jack asked.
"Of course," Will smiled. "How else am I going to get to know the real you?"
Jack lay there a moment in happy silence before saying, "What about Grace?
Won't she object?"
"Let her object all she wants," Will said tiredly. "It won't do her any good.
Besides, we can always threaten to make her move in with Karen."
Jack laughed and snuggled closer to Will, slowly drifting off to sleep.
FINI
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A/N: Wow, I think this is the fastest I've ever written a story. Sorry it got so
sappy there at the end, but if any of you have read any of my other stories, you knew
it was bound to happen.
A big thanks to my friend Casey (the boy who asked me to write this story) for all
his help with this chapter. I must admit, when it got to the scene with Grace, Will,
and Jack on the couch, I was pretty stuck.
Please review! Any negative reviews are welcome, as long as you tell me what I did
wrong so that I can correct the story. Thanks! ~Serena-chan