Disclaimer: I do not own Will&Grace. Wrote this out of love.
Rating: PG13/R maybe later
Pairings: Will/Jack
Warnings: Slash, angst, OOC maybe
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The Finest
Chapter 2
By LunaSeraph1
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I didn't want to let him go, but he began to struggle in my arms. So I loosened my hold on him and looked down at his face. He stayed where he was, sitting and keeping his eyes on the bed. I felt so incredibly sorry, that I forgot exactly what I'd done. I forgot what it was he did or said to make me do it. I forgot that he was my best friend. I forgot that he was the person who helped me and guided me through the most difficult part of my life, all those years ago.
Just looking down at him, crying in front of me, it filled me with a sense of loss and failure. I owed a lot to him. I wanted to guide him and take care of him. I wanted to pretend it never happened, and start over. I wanted to feel like I did when he was smiling by my side. But I could not do that. Out of the both of us, it was me who always greeted reality with open arms. And yet, during that moment I was dreaming of a time that involved none of this, a relationship that knew no hard times.
I kept gazing down at him, wondering why this had to happen to us. Jack didn't deserve it. He began to shake again, and he looked up at me briefly before quickly looking back down again. Overwhelmed with this, I began to kiss him. First on one of his eyelids, then I began to kiss him all over his face, on his cheeks, his forehead. I could feel him trying to move away from me, timidly pushing me away with his hands. He wouldn't let me kiss him on the lips, so I began to kiss down his neck.
"...will stop..." he hiccuped, clutching at the front of my shirt with his hands. I cant recall what I was thinking. It was such a fucked up day. Holding his arms, I kept on kissing him. I tried kissing his mouth but again he wouldn't let me.
"...will..." he pleaded. It sounded nice. The way he begged me. Eventually, I ended up on top of him, just kissing him softly. I unbuttoned the collar of his shirt and started to kiss the base of his neck. "...will dont..." he began shaking even more fiercely.
I didn't want to stop. I wanted to keep kissing him, until I felt better. He kept trying to push me off of him, as I moved down to his collarbone.
"will..."
It was all my fault.
"...dont..."
I had to make it better. I reached the fifth button of his shirt.
"Will, stop it!" he managed, tremors claiming his slender form.
I guess I wasn't making things better. So I sat up against the wall, feeling very tired and ashamed.
"Im sorry..." I whispered one last time.
I let him finish crying. For a while, he just laid there not facing me, until finally falling asleep. I climbed over and laid down beside him.
I just watched and waited. He was so beautiful when he was sad.
I kept watching him. I kept waiting.
What was I waiting for?
Deciding he might be uncomfortable, I sat up and removed his shoes. I reached over to the end of the bed, grabbed the blanket and pulled it up over him. I hadn't noticed, but it was very cold. So I walked over and turned on the heater. I pulled up a chair in front of his bed, seated myself and just watched some more. Now and then he would turn or sigh. I remained glued to the seat, my eyes wide open, until the morning sky began to emerge in Jack's window.
I didn't think he would want to see me first thing in the morning. So I retreated to my apartment and decided to get an hour of sleep and go to work.
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After that , things were different. Jack came over less, just walking in to give me my mail or something weird like that. We spoke to each other, but it was awkward and forced on his part. Hed stand around nervously trying to make small talk, and then he would hurry out of my apartment.
The few moments he did stay in my apartment, I was at his side trying to coax him to stay and eat with me. But he would formulate an excuse I knew I shouldn't question. I didn't want to bother him.
He was withdrawn and tired. I found him asleep in the afternoons, which was very strange. He didn't bounce in from a great day, a grin on his face, mischief in his eyes. I was saddened to learn from Karen that he would not go out, not even shopping, not even to pick up guys. (But I was surprised he didn't tell her what happened between us.) He wouldn't even irritate me at work anymore. Every phone call was from someone else, every caller some one other than Jack. I began to consider everything and everyone who contacted me as "not Jack."
I was going out of my mind.
When I greeted him in the hallway, he would look me in the eyes very briefly and respond, before moving on. I dared not bother him in his apartment and intrude his privacy. But I often wondered what he would think about, sitting next to his window. I decided I would wait for him to come back to me.
I'd wait forever.
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That week, work really became stressful. I dealt with three cases in a row, and they all went to hell. My superiors were getting to me as well, telling me I was slacking off and that my clients were complaining. I began to wonder if all this was happening for a reason.
I was distracted.
Sitting in my office one morning, I was pondering many things. Like what this day would be like, if Jack and I used to be like we were. I would be slaving over my desk, trying to meet a deadline. Jack would come in prancing and singing, telling me about a guy he had met at the park. I would make some sarcastic remark, telling him to leave. He would ignore me and jump on the desk, resuming his story about the dream guy.
Or, Jack could come in, distressed over something. It would be blown out of proportion of course and I would tell him to stop being a drama queen. Eventually I would elucidate the problem and provide a solution for him. He would smile, and thank me. Then Grace would call and we would all go to lunch together.
Suddenly, the phone rang and shook me from my thoughts. Once again I was praying it was Jack. But it was one of my clients. He was calling from southern California. He was planning on merging his company with another and he needed me present. It would be a long assignment he told me but I complied and told him I would be there.
I hated southern California. I hated Los Angeles.
But I was relieved to learn it would not be in Los Angeles. It was San Diego. Suddenly I was not so bothered about it, and I became more interested.
"Sure, I'll catch the next plane!" I put the phone down, suddenly excited. Many things raced through my head. It was so far from New York, at the opposite end of the country. The weather would be much better. I could take Jack with me, I thought excitedly. Maybe a change of scenery would help get us out of this hole I created.
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TsuDzuKu...
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Im taking this somewhere...I just know I am! Thank you for all your kind reviews, more of them would be much appreciated! Love you all! Ja!
Rating: PG13/R maybe later
Pairings: Will/Jack
Warnings: Slash, angst, OOC maybe
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The Finest
Chapter 2
By LunaSeraph1
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I didn't want to let him go, but he began to struggle in my arms. So I loosened my hold on him and looked down at his face. He stayed where he was, sitting and keeping his eyes on the bed. I felt so incredibly sorry, that I forgot exactly what I'd done. I forgot what it was he did or said to make me do it. I forgot that he was my best friend. I forgot that he was the person who helped me and guided me through the most difficult part of my life, all those years ago.
Just looking down at him, crying in front of me, it filled me with a sense of loss and failure. I owed a lot to him. I wanted to guide him and take care of him. I wanted to pretend it never happened, and start over. I wanted to feel like I did when he was smiling by my side. But I could not do that. Out of the both of us, it was me who always greeted reality with open arms. And yet, during that moment I was dreaming of a time that involved none of this, a relationship that knew no hard times.
I kept gazing down at him, wondering why this had to happen to us. Jack didn't deserve it. He began to shake again, and he looked up at me briefly before quickly looking back down again. Overwhelmed with this, I began to kiss him. First on one of his eyelids, then I began to kiss him all over his face, on his cheeks, his forehead. I could feel him trying to move away from me, timidly pushing me away with his hands. He wouldn't let me kiss him on the lips, so I began to kiss down his neck.
"...will stop..." he hiccuped, clutching at the front of my shirt with his hands. I cant recall what I was thinking. It was such a fucked up day. Holding his arms, I kept on kissing him. I tried kissing his mouth but again he wouldn't let me.
"...will..." he pleaded. It sounded nice. The way he begged me. Eventually, I ended up on top of him, just kissing him softly. I unbuttoned the collar of his shirt and started to kiss the base of his neck. "...will dont..." he began shaking even more fiercely.
I didn't want to stop. I wanted to keep kissing him, until I felt better. He kept trying to push me off of him, as I moved down to his collarbone.
"will..."
It was all my fault.
"...dont..."
I had to make it better. I reached the fifth button of his shirt.
"Will, stop it!" he managed, tremors claiming his slender form.
I guess I wasn't making things better. So I sat up against the wall, feeling very tired and ashamed.
"Im sorry..." I whispered one last time.
I let him finish crying. For a while, he just laid there not facing me, until finally falling asleep. I climbed over and laid down beside him.
I just watched and waited. He was so beautiful when he was sad.
I kept watching him. I kept waiting.
What was I waiting for?
Deciding he might be uncomfortable, I sat up and removed his shoes. I reached over to the end of the bed, grabbed the blanket and pulled it up over him. I hadn't noticed, but it was very cold. So I walked over and turned on the heater. I pulled up a chair in front of his bed, seated myself and just watched some more. Now and then he would turn or sigh. I remained glued to the seat, my eyes wide open, until the morning sky began to emerge in Jack's window.
I didn't think he would want to see me first thing in the morning. So I retreated to my apartment and decided to get an hour of sleep and go to work.
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After that , things were different. Jack came over less, just walking in to give me my mail or something weird like that. We spoke to each other, but it was awkward and forced on his part. Hed stand around nervously trying to make small talk, and then he would hurry out of my apartment.
The few moments he did stay in my apartment, I was at his side trying to coax him to stay and eat with me. But he would formulate an excuse I knew I shouldn't question. I didn't want to bother him.
He was withdrawn and tired. I found him asleep in the afternoons, which was very strange. He didn't bounce in from a great day, a grin on his face, mischief in his eyes. I was saddened to learn from Karen that he would not go out, not even shopping, not even to pick up guys. (But I was surprised he didn't tell her what happened between us.) He wouldn't even irritate me at work anymore. Every phone call was from someone else, every caller some one other than Jack. I began to consider everything and everyone who contacted me as "not Jack."
I was going out of my mind.
When I greeted him in the hallway, he would look me in the eyes very briefly and respond, before moving on. I dared not bother him in his apartment and intrude his privacy. But I often wondered what he would think about, sitting next to his window. I decided I would wait for him to come back to me.
I'd wait forever.
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That week, work really became stressful. I dealt with three cases in a row, and they all went to hell. My superiors were getting to me as well, telling me I was slacking off and that my clients were complaining. I began to wonder if all this was happening for a reason.
I was distracted.
Sitting in my office one morning, I was pondering many things. Like what this day would be like, if Jack and I used to be like we were. I would be slaving over my desk, trying to meet a deadline. Jack would come in prancing and singing, telling me about a guy he had met at the park. I would make some sarcastic remark, telling him to leave. He would ignore me and jump on the desk, resuming his story about the dream guy.
Or, Jack could come in, distressed over something. It would be blown out of proportion of course and I would tell him to stop being a drama queen. Eventually I would elucidate the problem and provide a solution for him. He would smile, and thank me. Then Grace would call and we would all go to lunch together.
Suddenly, the phone rang and shook me from my thoughts. Once again I was praying it was Jack. But it was one of my clients. He was calling from southern California. He was planning on merging his company with another and he needed me present. It would be a long assignment he told me but I complied and told him I would be there.
I hated southern California. I hated Los Angeles.
But I was relieved to learn it would not be in Los Angeles. It was San Diego. Suddenly I was not so bothered about it, and I became more interested.
"Sure, I'll catch the next plane!" I put the phone down, suddenly excited. Many things raced through my head. It was so far from New York, at the opposite end of the country. The weather would be much better. I could take Jack with me, I thought excitedly. Maybe a change of scenery would help get us out of this hole I created.
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TsuDzuKu...
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Im taking this somewhere...I just know I am! Thank you for all your kind reviews, more of them would be much appreciated! Love you all! Ja!