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A/N-Like I say every time, thanks for reviewing. Umm . . . I really don't have anything else to say.
~ * ~ Chapter Five-It's in His Kiss ~ * ~
Is it in his eyes?
Oh no, you'll be deceived
Is it in his eyes?
Oh no, he'll make believe
If you wanna know if he loves you so
It's in his kiss.
-Cher "The Shoop Shoop Song (It's In His Kiss)"
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Will awoke the next morning to the sound of a knock at the front door. His eyelids slid open and he found that his arms were wrapped around someone. He looked down and saw that Jack's face was buried deep into his chest,
Will smiled and gently ran his hand up and down Jack's bare arm, causing Jack to smile in his sleep and nuzzle his head up Will's chest; the top of his head rested just below Will's chin.
There was another knock at the door. Will sighed; his peace and quiet of just holding Jack in his arms was over. Carefully, gently, he lifted Jack off of his chest. Jack moaned and shifted around on the couch. Will grabbed a pillow from the floor and placed it underneath Jack's head.
There was another knock on the door, louder this time. Jack's eyes fluttered slightly at the sound, but he did not wake up. Will kneeled down next to Jack's face and planted a light kiss upon Jack's lips. Jack's lips curled up into a smile at Will's touch.
He then stood up and walked towards the door. He opened the door slowly, throwing a quick glance at Jack to make sure that he wasn't waking up. "Hey Grace," he whispered, stepping into the hallway to join his best friend.
"Hey," Grace replied, as Will closed the door to his apartment behind him. "What's going on?" she asked, nodding towards the door.
Will smiled at her. "I told Jack about how I feel about him," he said.
Grace's face broke into a large grin. "No way! What'd he say?! He loves you too, doesn't he? I knew it!"
"Well, actually, he just sort of walked up to me and kissed me." Will's lips tingled at the memory of the previous night. How soft Jack's lips had been, how good they had tasted . . . "And then we said that we loved each other."
"Oh . . . my . . . GOD!" she shrieked, throwing her arms around Will's neck. "I'm so, so happy for you!"
"Shh, shh," hushed Will, glancing towards the closed door. "Jack's asleep," he said, quietly.
Grace gasped mockingly. "You didn't?!" she squealed, punching Will on the shoulder.
"No, and ow," he replied, rubbing at his shoulder. "He and I just . . . fell asleep together on the couch when we were watching an 'E! True Hollywood Story.'"
Grace nodded. "Yes, don't we all?" she said. "But still, it's so great!"
"I know," Will replied, smiling. "So, why are you here?"
"Oh . . . uhh . . ." A blank look washed over Grace's face as she struggled to remember her reason for coming over. "I . . . do not remember, but who cares?! You and Jack! It's perfect!"
Will looked at the closed door again. His body was filled with an urge to hold and hug and kiss his new lover all over. My lover, Will thought. God, that sounds wonderful.
"So," began Will, looking back at Grace. "I'll see you later."
Grace looked into Will's eyes and saw what he meant. "Oh, gotcha," she said with a wink. "I'll see ya, Tiger," she added, turning and pressing the down button for the elevator.
"Bye." Will turned and went back inside his apartment. The first thing that he noticed upon entering his apartment was that the couch was empty. "Jack?" he called, looking around the room.
"Hey Sweetie," greeted Jack, coming out from his bedroom, wearing a pair of black pants, a tucked-in white collared shirt, and a dark blue sweater vest.
"Hey," replied Will, extending his arms. Jack walked swiftly over to Will and into Will's arms. Jack wrapped his own arms around Will's waist, and Will placed one hand on Jack's hip and the other hand on Jack's cheek, stroking Jack's face.
"Hey Boyfriend," whispered Jack.
Will gave him a half smile. "That sounds nice, doesn't it?"
"Uh, yeah!" quipped Jack. He looked down at the floor, almost timidly. "Can you say it again, Will?" Jack asked, shyly.
"Say what?"
"What you said last night . . ." Jack looked from the floor to Will's eyes. "Tell me that you love me."
Will smiled and brought his other hand up to caress Jack's face. He looked back into Jack's eyes and then pulled Jack's face towards his own until their lips met. Jack's hands slid from Will's waist up to Will's back, pulling their bodies closer together.
Will wrapped his arms around Jack's neck, pulling their faces so close that their noses were pressed against one another's face. Oh God, Will thought. Jack's body was pressed against Will's so tightly that Will could actually feel Jack's racing heart.
Will pulled back and ended the kiss. "I love you, Jack McFarland," he whispered into Jack's ear.
"I love you, too," Jack replied, hugging Will tightly. "It feels so surreal," he added, resting his chin on Will's shoulder.
Will chuckled. "Yeah, it does." He nuzzled his face into Jack's hair, breathing in his lover's scent. "Well, I guess I don't have to ask you if you want to see each other exclusively, then," he said, but it came out as a question.
"Will," Jack pulled back and stared into Will's face, "I never want to be with anyone else ever. I want you, and only you. Forever. I hope that doesn't freak you out."
Will blushed and shook his head. "Of course it doesn't freak me out. I feel the exact same way," he said, running his hand up and down Jack's arm. "Want some breakfast?" Will asked, heading towards the kitchen.
"Sure. I'll have . . . whatever you're having, Sweetie," Jack said, with a smile.
"Okay," replied Will, opening the cabinets and pulling out two plates. He walked back down and placed one plate in front of Jack, and the other to the left of Jack. As he walked back towards the kitchen, he leaned down and placed dozens of kisses all over Jack's neck.
"Whoa, calm down there," teased Jack, holding up his hands.
Will groaned playfully, but stood upright and walked back to the kitchen. Jack glanced down at his watch. "Ooh, I've gotta go," he said suddenly, standing up. "I've gotta get to work."
"Aww, Jackie, do you have to?" Will whined, coming back down into the living area.
"Yeah, you know, Nurse's Honor, or whatever," replied Jack.
Will sighed. "Okay. I'll visit you during my lunch break," he said giving Jack a soft kiss on the lips.
"I'll be waiting," replied Jack, pulling Will into a more passionate kiss. They broke the kiss after a matter of seconds, both of them breathing heavily, their hearts racing. "Okay, I've really gotta go," said Jack, hurriedly.
Will whimpered, holding tightly onto Jack's hand as Jack walked towards the door. "Bye Will." Jack gave Will a quick kiss just above Will's left eye.
"Bye," said Will, reluctantly, letting go of Jack's hand. "Love you."
"Love you, too," replied Jack, closing the door behind him.
Will frowned, suddenly feeling very alone now that Jack, his new boyfriend, had left. He glanced at his own watch, then rushed into his bedroom to get dressed for work.
Later that Day-Noon . . .
Jack was straightening the name plate on door 117 when Will arrived. Will smiled and sneaked up behind Jack and wrapped his arms around his lover's abdomen. "Hey," he said, kissing the back of Jack's neck.
Jack sighed happily. "Hey," he replied, leaning into Will's kisses. "How was your day?"
Will shrugged. "Boring," he said, in between kisses.
"Mine too," replied Jack, turning his head and giving Will a few pecks on the lips. "Actually, mine wasn't too boring, but it's a lot better now that you're here." Jack closed his eyes and forced his lips onto Will's. He felt their teeth crash together, but he pressed his lips against Will's even harder.
Jack pulled away slightly, looking into Will's happy eyes. "I never want you to leave," he whispered.
"I never want to leave," Will whispered back. "I'm so glad we finally found each other."
"I know, and the funny thing is, we've been with each other for so long." Jack pressed his lips firmly against Will's again.
"So, ready to go to lunch?" Will asked.
"Uh-huh," replied Jack. "Where are we going?" he asked.
"I was thinking about this new Italian place just down the street," answered Will, taking Jack's hand and walking with him to the elevator. "It's called 'La Casa di Cibo'."
"Oh good; I was really in the mood for some poulet," said Jack.
"Poulet?" repeated Will, raising an eyebrow.
"You know, poulet. Chicken." Jack shook his head. "And you think that you're so smart," he added, smiling playfully at Will.
"Jack, poulet is French," retorted Will.
"Really?" Jack asked, obviously surprised. "Well . . . I guess that explains a lot."
"Hmm." Will pressed the down button on the elevator. The elevator arrived, and the two climbed inside. He gently pressed the "Lobby" button and the doors closed. "Have you told Karen about 'us' yet?" Will asked, after feeling a need to break the silence that had fallen over them.
"Yeah, and she sounded happy for us," Jack said, nodding. "Although, I think that she had just drank her breakfast, so I don't know if she actually heard me."
"Hey, I know; why don't you and I go visit Grace and Karen and invite them to lunch?"
"That's a great idea; a double date!" exclaimed Jack, clapping his hands together. "But wait," he said, slightly disappointed. "This was supposed to be our first date."
"I know, but I think that we need to make sure that our friends know that we're dating, so that neither of them try to set us up. Remember what happened last time?" Will asked, grimacing somewhat.
"Oh yeah," said Jack, grimacing as well. "Well, they were nice, right?"
"Yeah, except that they were women." Will shook his head. "I don't understand how Karen can forget that we're interested in men."
"Will, she forgets that she's interested in men at times," Jack replied, before frowning slightly.. "She is, isn't she?"
Will shrugged. "I guess."
"Well, anyways, you're right; we should make sure that they know about 'us.'"
The elevator doors opened and they walked out into the Lobby. "So, we'll invite Karen and Grace to lunch with us, and then tonight we'll have our first date. How does that sound?"
"Like perfection," replied Jack, beaming. They stepped outside and signaled a cab. Will gave the driver the address for Grace Adler Designs.
They arrived at Grace's building in about ten minutes. After Will paid the driver, he and Jack walked up to the entrance and walked inside. "Hey Kare. Hey Grace," Jack greeted.
"Oh, hey Jack," replied Karen. "Hey Wilma," she added, after noticing Will.
"Karen," acknowledged Will, looking from Karen to Grace. "Hi Grace."
"Hey you two," greeted Grace, grinning at them. "So, how are you two doin'? Got a date planned for today?"
Jack turned on Will. "You told her already?" he asked, shocked. "But I thought that you wanted to have lunch with them so that we could explain."
"She doesn't know how it happened, just that it happened," Will explained. "All I told her was that you and I got together so that she would leave, so that you and I could be alone."
Jack giggled nervously. "Well, okay. So," he said louder. "Do the two of you want to have lunch with us?"
"Oh, I wish I could, but I have to finish up these sketches. Sorry; maybe some other time," replied Grace.
"Karen?" asked Jack, hopefully.
"Oh, honey, I wish I could . . . but no. I have to be here in case I feel the need to skip work." She nodded. "Sorry."
"So, I guess it's just the two of us after all," said Jack, happily, resting his chin on Will's shoulder.
"I guess it is," replied Will, kissing Jack lightly on the forehead. He planted soft kisses down Jack's face, until he reached Jack's lips. He placed his mouth over Jack's, inhaling deeply through his nose, smelling that wonderful Sweet Pea scent once again.
He ran his hand through Jack's hair and felt as though everything else had stopped. All he could smell, all he could feel, all he could taste was Jack. He pulled away slightly, placing a feathery kiss onto Jack's upper lip, and then his lower lip.
"Ugh, should I get the hose?" Will's eyes snapped open at Karen's voice. He pulled away from Jack. "Hey, if you two wanna do that, go somewhere else," Karen added, making a gagging noise.
Will chuckled nervously, looking into Jack's piercing gaze. "Come on," he said. "Let's go to lunch."
"Okay," replied Jack. The two walked hand-in-hand out of the building and down the street.
"Isn't that sweet?" Grace asked Karen as soon as Jack and Will had left.
"Huh? What? What are you talking about? What'd I miss?" Karen asked, looking frantically around the room.
"Jack and Will. It's so nice to see them together."
"Oh, yeah. Yeah it is." Karen smiled and looked up at the ceiling. "They've gotta be the nicest gay couple I've ever seen. Next to you and Leo, of course."
Grace sighed deeply and resumed her sketching. She smiled; it was nice seeing them together, finally. She had joked about the two of them over the years. Hell, everyone had. Especially after that incident on Karen's yacht. But now that they were together . . . it was just so nice.
La Casa di Cibo . . .
". . . and here is your table," the maître d' told them, setting the menus down in their proper places. "Your waiter will be along soon to take your beverage orders."
Will nodded. "Okay, thank you."
Jack picked up his menu and skimmed through it. "Um, Will, could you order for me? I can't, you know, read Italian," he said, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.
"Oh, sure; I'd love to." Jack continued to search over the menu, looking for any words that looked familiar to him. He did not notice that Will had not even picked up his menu yet.
All Will could do was stare at Jack. This feels so unreal, he thought. A twinge of nervousness shot into his stomach. It's so perfect, it doesn't seem . . . real.' He swallowed, still staring at Jack as he mouthed a few of the Italian words, a bemused expression on his face. Don't let this be a dream, he prayed, biting his bottom lip. I feel so wonderful, don't let me wake up and find that Jack and Stewart are still together.
"Will?"
Will zoned back into reality and found himself looking into Jack's clear blue eyes. "Yeah?" he replied, softly.
"Aren't you going to look at your menu?" Jack asked, slightly amused, slightly puzzled.
Will sat upright and cleared his throat. "Oh, yeah, sorry. I was just . . . thinking." He picked up his menu and opened it.
"'Bout what?" Jack asked, plopping his head down into his hand, which was perched on the table by his elbow.
"You," replied Will, "and how perfect this feels."
Jack smiled. "I know; it almost feels like any second now I'm going to wake up and find that I'm in bed with Bryan." Jack shuddered slightly and lowered his gaze to his menu once again.
"Yeah, I was just thinking that," replied Will. "I just hope to God that doesn't happen."
"Me too; you're so much hotter than Bryan."
"What, no more 'you're fat' jokes?" he asked, feigning shock.
Jack looked back up at Will. "Wanna know something?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure," replied Will.
"I never thought that you were fat," he said. "I just had to say something so that I could convince myself, and you, that I didn't love you anymore." Jack's face flushed a faint pink, then returned to it's natural color after a matter of seconds.
Will glanced away from Jack, looking at the pictures that were placed all around the restaurant. They were mostly of farms, he noticed and 'Did you ever stop loving me Jack?' Oh, just ask him, you are with him now and you love him and he loves you so who cares if he did, even for a second? "And did you ever stop loving me?"
Now it was Jack's turn to divert his gaze. "Wow, did they ever get tired of drawing the same barn over and over from different angles?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Jack." Jack looked back at Will, his face pink and his eyes were glazed with . . .
Fear? Will asked himself. Was it fear in Jack's eyes? Or was it sadness? No, it looked like fear . . .
"I thought I did," Jack admitted, finally. "I really thought that I did. And I kept telling myself, whenever I would feel like I was falling in love with you again, that you would tell me what you told me all those years ago." He paused, the fear in his eyes shining through quite clearly. "That you and I were meant to be girlfriends, not boyfriends."
"Oh, Jack, I'm sorry. I didn't mean, well, at the time I meant it, but . . . I've never been as happy as I am right now; sitting with you on our first date."
"Will, can we still consider tonight as our first date?" Jack asked, grinning. "I just think that a first date would be better at night."
Will raised his eyebrows. "Really?"
Jack smiled even wider. "Yeah."
"I love you," Will whispered.
"I love you more," Jack argued, lightheartedly.
When the waiter came to take their order, Will realized that he still had not looked at the menu. "Oh, umm, I'll just have a glass of water to drink," Will told the waiter.
"And I'll have the same," said Jack.
The waiter nodded and walked away. Will reached across the table and gently laid his hand upon Jack's. "And I promise, you will never have to worry about me not loving you," he promised, looking into Jack's eyes.
Jack looked back into Will's eyes, sensing Will's sincerity. "I know," he said, finally. "I can't wait for tonight!" he squealed, giving Will's hand a quick squeeze.
"Neither can I," replied Will. "So, how does la pasta di pienone sound to you?" he asked.
Jack looked around the menu, a perplexed look on his face. The confusion that was displayed on Jack's face made Will grin. "You look so cute when you have no idea what's going on," he said, lovingly.
Jack looked up and gave Will a sarcastic smile. "Which is why I'm always cute," he said, rolling his eyes, but still smiling. "And I'll have that 'pieonne pasta' you were talking about," he added, closing his menu and setting it down on the table.
"Okay," replied Will, placing his hand upon Jack's again. Just touching Jack made his whole body tingle. It was so much better than it ever had been with Michael; every time he looked at Jack . . . it was better than all of those years with Michael. And so much more. He and Jack fit somehow. They were so different, but it made it feel even more exciting. I really love him, Will thought. I really, really love this man.
"-this pasta, anyways?"
Will snapped out of his thoughts just in time to catch the last three words Jack said. "What?" he asked.
"I said, what's in this pasta, anyways?" repeated Jack, stroking the top of Will's hand with his thumb.
"Oh . . ." As Will explained the pasta, he grew even more and more anxious for this night's date, and wondered how wonderful it could be. At this moment, it didn't feel like it could be any better.
~ * ~ TBC ~ * ~
A/N-The next chapter will be Jack and Will's first (real) date. Okay, now please review! Thank you all!