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A/N-Thank you all for the reviews. Enjoy chapter four.
~ * ~ Chapter Four-Love in Disguise ~ * ~
We still live for each other
But still we keep pretending that
There's no love in disguise, in disguise.
-Debbie Gibson "Love in Disguise"
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"Stewart?" Jack said, shocked.
Will looked at the doorway to see Stewart standing there, a small smile upon his face. "Love with you," he finished to himself. Stewart was here, probably about to beg Jack to take him back, or, if he didn't, Jack was probably going to beg Stewart to take him back. He looked down at the floor; he knew that there was no chance of telling Jack how he felt now.
"What are you doing here?" asked Jack, still shocked.
"Well, I just came here to-"
"-ask Jack to take you back, we know!" snapped Will, getting up angrily. "You guys are perfect together, so who's to blame you for wanting Jack back? Just look at him; he's . . ." He looked into Jack's confused and still-shocked eyes. " . . . wonderful," he finished, feeling his face flush over. He turned around and walked out towards the doors that led out to the balcony.
Before opening the doors and going outside, he turned his head back around and looked at Stewart and smiled sadly. "You're a lucky man," he murmured, opening the doors and walking outside to the balcony.
Jack watched him go. "Stewart," he said, turning back to face his ex-lover, "why are you here?" he asked, quietly. "I thought that you and I couldn't be together anymore."
Stewart smiled slightly, then let the smile fade. "Jack, I'm not here to beg for you back," Stewart said, looking up at Jack, seriousness showing on his face. "I decided that I really didn't give you a good enough reason for ending our relationship. So, I'm here to explain exactly why we had to break up. And, uhh . . ." he said, looking down at Jack's ensemble. "It would probably be easier if you weren't half-naked."
"Oh, right," replied Jack, embarrassed. "I'll be right back." Jack hurried away from Stewart into his room. He quickly threw on a pair of sweatpants and hurried back to the living area where Stewart was waiting.
"Okay. Would you like to sit down?" asked Jack, sitting down on the couch. Stewart nodded and sat down next to Jack. "Stewart, I just want to know . . . what did you mean by 'There's something standing in the way'? There was never anything standing in the way of us."
"Yes, there was," protested Stewart, gently. "I could tell, just by the way you reacted whenever we kissed. There was something else that you wanted. Maybe something you even still want."
Jack shook his head, confused. "There-there was never anything else I wanted. All I want is . . . is you."
Now it was Stewart's turn to shake his head. "Jack, we both know that that's not true. Here, let me try something; close your eyes."
Jack raised his eyebrows, but closed his eyes. "Now," continued Stewart, "tell me; was there anyone that you truly, truly loved? Someone that you wanted to spend your entire life with?"
"Well, you-"
"Don't say me," interrupted Stewart. "Because I could tell that you were in love with someone else. And that you probably always have been in love with. And-" He paused, looking at Jack's face. "-someone that you're still in love with."
"Listen, if you're talking about Bryan, I don't love him. I just met him tonight," said Jack, defensively.
Stewart shook his head, even though Jack couldn't see it. "I don't mean Bryan. Wait, Bryan? Who's Bryan . . . no, wait; it doesn't matter. Jack, was there ever someone who you loved?"
"Well . . ."
On the Balcony . . .
"God, how could I have been so stupid?" Will muttered to himself. "I should have known that Stewart would come back; he and Jack were-" He swallowed the lump in his throat. "-in love."
He placed his hands on the railing and looked down at the street. "This isn't fair," he whispered to the people below. "I love him more than Stewart ever could. But, I guess that Stewart admitted to loving him first."
Tears began to flow from his eyes, sliding down his cheeks and falling down . . . down . . . down to the streets below. His heart ached terribly. He placed his hand on his chest. "Why does it hurt so badly?" he asked himself.
"I love him so much, but I was too late," he mumbled to himself. "Why can't be just love me again? If he ever actually loved me . . ."
Inside the Apartment . . .
"Well . . ." Jack's voice trailed off, as if he was embarrassed for some reason.
"There was, wasn't there, Jack?" Stewart asked. "Who was it?"
"You'll think I'm stupid," murmured Jack, crossing his legs and turning away from Stewart, his eyes still squeezed tightly shut.
"No, I won't. Just please tell me," Stewart replied, sounding as though he already knew who it was.
"It was a long time ago, remember that," began Jack, defensively. "It was . . . Will."
Stewart nodded. "I thought so."
"But I don't love him any more, Stewart. I-I . . . I don't," he said, nervously.
"Jack," sighed Stewart. "I think that, deep down, you've always loved him. I could tell when we first started dating. Every time we kissed . . . you always seemed to want something more, something . . . like Will."
"Wow, you got all of that out of a kiss?" asked Jack, amazed.
"Yes. Jack, tell me . . . close your eyes again." Jack obeyed. "I need you to think about my next question very carefully; do you still love Will?"
Jack opened his mouth, then closed it almost immediately. "I-I . . ." Jack paused. Do I? I –I don't know. He did break my heart by telling me he didn't love me. And when we kissed that time on the Today Show . . . I know I felt something. Jack smiled, his eyes still closed. Maybe I do love him. I-I think that . . . I do. I think I do love him. And I think I always have. I . . . I love him.
Jack opened his eyes and looked at Stewart. "Oh my God," he whispered. "You're . . . you're right. I do love him. I'm so sorry," he added, looking sadly at Stewart. "I love Will. And I always have."
Stewart smiled. "I know. I could tell. Jack, it's okay. I just need you to do something for me," he said.
"What?"
"I need you to tell Will how you feel. Right now."
Jack's eyes widened. "What? I can't . . . tell him how I feel. Not now. What if he still doesn't love me?"
"Jack, the man just said that you were wonderful and said I was a 'lucky man,' because he thought we were getting back together. He loves you as much as you love him. Maybe more."
Jack grinned. "Really? Wow, you're good." He stood up. "Thank you, Stewart. I did love you, you know. But what I feel right now . . . it's incredible. It actually hurts a little." He smiled wider.
Stewart stood up and smiled at Jack. "I know that you and Will will be happy together. Everyone I know thinks so. They only changed their mind after I told them that you and I were dating."
"Thank you, Stewart," Jack said again, pulling Stewart into a hug. "Thanks so much. I think that this is the . . . real thing."
Stewart hugged Jack back. After a matter of seconds, he broke the hug and looked up into Jack's eyes. "Tell him," he said, nodding.
Jack giggled. "I love him," he said, turning around and heading towards the balcony. "I really love him."
On the Balcony . . .
"I love-" Will heard Jack's voice from behind the glass doors. He could not bear to turn around and see Jack and Stewart together . . . again. Jack loves Stewart, he told himself, as much as it pained him. I can't come between that.
The glass doors opened but Will did not turn around. "Will?" Will's heart fluttered at the sound of Jack's voice. "Will, are you okay?"
Will still did not turn around. "Yeah, I'm fine. Listen," he said, looking at Jack. "I'm really happy for you and Stewart. Really happy. And I hope that you two have a great life together."
"Will, he didn't propose," said Jack, rolling his eyes. "In fact, he didn't even ask to get back together."
Will looked at Jack hopefully. "R-Really?" he asked, his voice hitching.
"Yes."
"Then, why'd he come?"
"Will," Jack said, shaking his head. "It doesn't matter."
Will looked at the sky. "Well, I guess that you'll want to go to another gay bar tomorrow night, right?"
"Will, look at me," Jack said, soothingly. Will turned his face to look at Jack's. Jack looked into Will's eyes, smiling at the way they were sparkling . . . and he knew that Stewart had been right; Will did love him. Jack placed his hands on Will's face and closed his eyes. He leaned in and their lips met . . .
Will closed his eyes as well. Jack knew; he didn't know how Jack knew, but he knew. The passion in the kiss was overpowering. Will wrapped his arms around Jack's torso, as Bryan had done, and pulled Jack tight.
Jack's hands left Will's face and he wrapped his arms around Will's neck. I love you, Will, he thought. I love you.
I love you, Jack, Will thought, pulling Jack even closer. I love you.
The two kissed under the moonlight for as long as they could. Will broke the kiss and looked into Jack's eyes. "I love you," he whispered.
"I know," replied Jack, smiling. "I love you."
"I know." They turned and faced out, looking around at the stars and feeling . . . a way neither of them had felt before. So, this is what love is, Will thought, happily. He slid his arm around Jack's waist. They stared out at the city, but didn't really see it; all they could see or feel was each other.
"Jack," Will whispered. "What did Stewart want?"
Jack chuckled. "He helped me figure out how I really feel about you. He knew the whole time that I loved you, even though even I didn't know about it."
Will smiled. He made a mental note to apologize to Stewart for snapping at him. However, when he looked back at Jack, he forgot completely about Stewart, apologizing, or anything else. He couldn't think about anything else except for how deeply in love he was.
"Jack," he whispered again, closing his eyes.
Jack turned to face him. "What?" he asked.
"Kiss me again. Please," he added. He wanted, needed, to feel Jack's lips upon his. He needed to feel all of the love they held.
"Okay," replied Jack, with a nervous giggle. He leaned in and pressed his lips against Will's. Even though he was in the middle of a kiss, he smiled, causing Will to smile as well.
They brought their bodies closer together and Will placed his hand over Jack's heart. It was beating rapidly, as Will's own heart was.
Jack broke the kiss, the smile still upon his face. "You're welcome," he said, grinning at Will evilly.
"Yeah, thanks," replied Will, with the same grin. "So," he began looking through the glass doors to the inside, "you wanna go inside?"
Jack nodded. "But, you know, I'm way too tired to do anything with you right now."
"I had a feeling. Do you wanna just watch some TV then?" he asked.
Jack nodded. Will took a hold of Jack's hand and led him inside. They sat down on the couch and curled up together. Will reached down to the floor and picked up a blanket and wrapped it around the two of them.
Jack picked up the remote and flicked on the television. "What do ya . . ." He yawned. ". . . wanna watch?" he asked, in a tired tone of voice.
Will shrugged. "I don't care," he mumbled, hugging Jack close to him. "Just whatever you want," he added with a yawn.
"'Kay," replied Jack, flipping to the E! Channel. "Looks like an 'E! Hollywood Story' for 'The Brady Bunch.'" He shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"That's okay," replied Will. "I don't think that I'll be awake much longer anyway."
"That's true," agreed Jack, laying his head against Will's chest. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. "I . . ." He yawned deeply. ". . . love you."
Will smiled and closed his eyes as well. "I love you, too," he replied, laying his head atop of Jack's. He breathed in the sweet scent of Sweet Pea and fell into a deep, deep sleep.
The two of them slept, holding each other in their arms, never wanting the moment to pass . . .
~ * ~ TBC ~ * ~
A/N-I'm sure that the story will be a lot more fun to write now that Jack and Will are together. :-) Okay, review, please.