Disclaimer: I do not, or ever will, own "Will & Grace." I am just borrowing the characters for my story. Blah, blah, blah . . .
A/N: Again, thank you for reviewing. This chapter, as I said, is Will and Jack's first official date! Read and don't forget to review!
~ * ~ Chapter Six-When the Sun Goes Down ~ * ~
When the sun goes down, we'll be groovin'
When the sun goes down, we'll be feelin' alright
When the sun sets down over the water
Everything gets hotter when the sun goes down.
-Kenny Chesney and Uncle Kracker "When the Sun Goes Down"
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Will pressed the "up" button of the elevator and took a step back as he waited for the elevator to arrive. He glanced at his watch for, at least, the time since he had arrived back at his apartment building. It read 5:49, a minute more than it had been the last time he had looked.
He had made reservations at the best restaurant he could find, and had also reserved a table where he and Jack could be (for the most part) alone. The elevator dinged, and four people exited the elevator.
Will stepped on and pushed the button for his floor. He leaned against the wall of the elevator, grinning wildly. He was glad he was alone; if anyone had seen him looking so happy and smiling the way he was, they would've taken him for insane.
The elevator arrived at his floor and he stepped off. He walked towards his door and turned the doorknob; it was unlocked. Jack must be home, he thought, happily. He opened the door and entered the room. "Jack, I'm home!" he called out as he removed his jacket.
Jack erupted from his bedroom and rushed over to Will. "Hey!" he said, excitedly, wrapping his arms around Will's torso. "I'm so excited for tonight!" he squealed, giving Will a few kisses on the neck.
"So am I!" replied Will, pressing his lips against Jack's. "It's all I've been thinking about all day!" He gave Jack two more quick kisses before removing himself from Jack's arms. "I'd better go get ready. I see that you already are." He scanned Jack's outfit; Jack was wearing a black tux-looking outfit, only it seemed more subtle. "And you . . ." He kissed Jack on the neck. ". . . look . . ." He kissed Jack's chin. ". . . great," he finished, kissing Jack tenderly on the lips.
"Well, thank you," replied Jack, retuning Will's kiss passionately. "I must've gone through ten outfits before deciding on this one."
"Well, the hard work shows," said Will, teasingly, giving Jack another kiss on the lips. "Now, I'd better go and get ready."
"Oh, don't worry about it," said Jack, putting him hand up. "You look great. Perfect. Let's just go."
Will gave Jack a small grin. "Oh, ready to begin our date already? So soon?"
Jack nodded excitedly, like a boy whose mother just asked him if he would like some candy. "I am, I really am," he squealed, wrapping his arms around Will's waist. "Please?" he added, looking at Will with sad, pleading eyes.
Will sighed sarcastically. "O-kay," he moaned, turning around and walking towards the front door, his hand enveloped tightly around Jack's. "Let's go."
Jack's smile widened as Will pulled him out of the apartment and into the hallway. Will pressed the "down" button on the elevator.
As they waited, Will noticed that he and Jack (subconsciously, or purposely; he couldn't really tell) had slowly, inch by inch, moved their way closer and closer to each other. He noticed this with delight, wrapping his left arms tightly around Jack's shoulders. "I love you," he whispered into Jack's ear, breathing in his lover's scent.
"I love you, too," replied Jack, gently placing his head on top of Will's. "God, it feels so good to not have to say that in the friendly way, but in the love way, you know?"
"Yeah, yeah it does," admitted Will. "Especially to be able to say it without being afraid that you won't say it back."
The elevator doors pinged as the elevator arrived. Jack and Will removed themselves from each other's embrace and walked onto the empty elevator. The doors closed, and Jack pressed the "Lobby" button, letting the doors slide closed.
Will looked over at Jack, who was unconsciously staring up at the numbers above the door, as many people do when they're waiting for the elevator to stop at their floor.
Will closed his eyes and moved closer to Jack, pressing his chest against Jack's. Will began to plant light butterfly kisses on Jack's neck. He felt (but barely heard) Jack moan in pleasure.
Will began to kiss up Jack's neck to his chin, and up to his mouth, where he placed a warm kiss upon Jack's lips. Jack shifted towards Will, returning the kiss affectionately. Will placed his hands on the elevator's walls, pressing his body to Jack's, feeling the warmth between them. Jack's hands were wrapped tightly around Will's upper body, pulling them as close together as he could.
*Ping* Jack and Will pulled away from each other and stood side by side as the elevator stopped on the third floor. A middle-aged man stepped onto the elevator and pressed "Lobby." He threw Will and Jack strange glances before returning his gaze to the doors.
He knows what we were doing, Will thought, amused. And it was pretty obvious. I mean, we're breathing pretty heavily . . .
Will placed his hand on his chest and felt his heart speeding away. He looked over at Jack. Jack caught his gaze and they looked at each other longingly, each wishing that the man had not interrupted their teenaged make-out session.
*Ping* The elevator stopped at the Lobby. The doors opened and the middle-aged man, Will noticed, rushed out of the elevator. Will and Jack stepped out of the elevator together and walked out of the building, their shoulders brushing with each step.
As they exited the building, Jack caught Will's hand in his and gave it a loving squeeze. Will smiled at him and they walked together in a (not-so-awkward) silence.
"So . . ." Will began, trying to make conversation. ". . . are you as nervous as I am?"
"I don't know," replied Jack. "How nervous are you?"
"For some reason, I'm really, really nervous," Will admitted, sheepishly. "I really don't know why; you and I have been going out together for years. But this time-"
"-there could be something happening afterwards," Jack finished, nodding.
"Exactly. Do you feel the same way?"
Jack shrugged. "Yeah," he confessed, smiling a half-smile. "I mean, usually I don't mind the after-date part, but now . . . it seems so . . . weird. But in a good way."
"Yeah, I know what you mean." Will removed his hand from Jack's and draped his arm around Jack's waist. "But I like it, being here . . . with you. I don't know why I thought it'd be so wrong all of these years."
"Um, thanks," said Jack, sarcastically, shifting as though to remove Will's arm from his waist.
"No, no, I mean . . . uhh . . ." Will trailed off, trying to find the right words. "I denied it so much that I never really let myself believe that it would be so great."
Jack looked at him, his eyes smiling, but his face was trying to continue looking hurt. "Really?" he asked, his face melting into what he eyes were showing: bliss.
"Yeah," replied Will, draping his arms around Jack's waist again and pulling them tightly together.
Finally, they arrived at the restaurant. "Hi, how may I help you?" a young, handsome man asked them as soon as they walked into the building.
"Um, a table for two, name: Truman," Will replied.
The maître d' walked them to their table, which in a small, private room in the back. "Here's your table," he said, placing a menu down at each seat. "Wow, the private table. Must be a special night, huh?"
Will nodded, but his eyes never left Jack. "Yeah, yeah it is."
"I'll say," Jack added, staring back into Will's eyes.
"Well, your waiter will be here in a little to take your drink orders," the maître d' said before turning and leaving the room, closing the door behind him.
"You know, this is really nice," Jack said, looking around at the small, sheltered room he and Will were in. "How (and why) did you do this?"
"Well, I knew that this place had a private room, courtesy of Karen, so I simply called and asked if it was available, and it was. And I did it because I wanted to be alone with you." Will smiled sweetly, placing his hand, palm-up, on the table.
"Well, let me tell you, this is the single most romantic thing ever," Jack said, placing his hand in Will's. "This is just . . . the sweetest thing."
Will smiled timidly, bringing Jack's hand up to his face and kissing it gently, causing a light giggle from Jack. "You know," Will began, placing another kiss on Jack's hand, just below the knuckle, "I really want to leave now. I just want to get you back home and rip off your clothes and kiss you all over," Will said, longingly.
"I know, I feel the same way . . . but with you, not just me," Jack replied, grinning. "But we have to wait; this has to be a nice, romantic date. And then we'll have sex." Jack grinned even wider, leaning over the table and pressing his lips softly against Will's.
Will moaned softly, putting his hand behind Jack's head and pulling it closer. Jack broke the kiss and sat back down in his chair. "Think you can wait?" he asked, teasingly.
"No," answered Will, immediately, giving Jack a hurt-puppy look. "But I will. For you."
"Thanks." Jack unfolded his napkin and placed it in his lap. "But before we get up to our apartment, you and I are going to ride the elevator a few times, if you know what I mean." He smiled wickedly and took a sip of water.
Will smiled, sighing deeply as he did so. "Yes I do," he said, flickering his eyebrows. "How many times do you want to ride it?"
"The elevator or you?"
Will chuckled, shaking his head. "The elevator."
"Until they kick us off," Jack replied, brushing his knee against Will's.
Will beamed and pulled his chair around the table until it was next to Jack. He wrapped his arms around Jack's neck and pulled him close. They began to kiss in the same lustful, desirable way they had on the elevator, their hearts speeding wildly in their chests.
*Knock Knock* There was a knock at the closed door. Will and Jack pulled away from each other and exchanged confused looks. Did the waiters knock before entering? It seemed that they must have had experiences with couples in this room many times before.
Will pulled his chair back around to his side of the table. "Um, come in?" he said, his statement coming off as a question.
The door opened and a waitress entered. "Hi, I'm Rachelle and I'll be your waitress this evening. What can I get you two to drink?"
Will looked over at Jack, who still looked bemused at the fact that the management knocked before coming in. Well, that makes it even more perfect for us, Will thought. "We'll have . . . a bottle of your best wine, please."
"Okay, I'll be back soon with your drinks." Rachelle turned and left, closing the door behind her.
"Wow, they knock before coming in," Jack whispered, amazed. "You and I could, you know, do it, and they'd never know."
"Yeah, except that it would take us forever to let them in," retorted Will, smiling.
"Well, fine. So we can't do it in here, but we can pick up where we left off," he said, lustfully, standing up and walking over to Will. He stooped over next to Will's chair and began planting kisses on his neck.
"Wow, this is so porno movie," Will whispered.
"I know," Jack replied, grinning wildly, before kissing Will powerfully on the lips. Will returned the kiss, pulling Jack onto his lap. "But you love it," he added.
"Yeah I do." Will leaned in for another kiss, but was interrupted by another knock on the door. Jack stood up and walked back over to his seat. "Come in?" Will said, still feeling awkward at having to invite the waiters in.
Rachelle entered, holding a glass of wine in one hand and two wine glasses in the other. "Okay, here is your wine, and have you decided on what you want to eat yet?"
"Yeah," replied Jack, automatically. He looked up at Rachelle as though he had just noticed that she was there. "Oh, umm, I'll have . . ." Jack realized that neither he nor Will had even looked at the menu; they had been too busy kissing and talking about what they were going to do when they got back home. ". . . what he's having."
Will glared at Jack. He too had noticed that neither one of them had looked at the menu. He picked it up and randomly chose a dish. "We'll have the . . ." Will paused. What takes a long time? he thought, looking through the menu. Chicken, perfect. Umm . . . "We'll have the parmesan chicken," he said, smiling up at Rachelle. Do you know what you interrupted? Will wanted to ask her.
"Okay," Rachelle said, writing it down on a small notepad. She took away their menus and walked out of the room and closed the door.
Will looked over at Jack and smiled. "It's too bad that people keep interrupting us," Jack said.
"I know; but they won't . . . can't tonight." Will smiled and leaned over the table, as he had before, and pressed his lips against Jack's. Jack stood up as well, leaning into the kiss . . .
*Knock Knock* Another knock came at the door. Will pulled away and groaned inwardly. Did these people not want him and Jack to be happy? Will sat down and cleared his throat before saying, "Come in." There was no trace of a question in his voice this time.
To his amazement, it was Grace who stuck her head in. "Hey you guys," she said, happily, entering the room.
"Grace? What the hell?! Jack and I were . . . talking," Will said, angrily.
Grace paused, her eyes widening in false shock. "Oh my God, you guys were making out." She said the last two words in a hiss, as though the mere thought of it disgusted her. "That's so sweet."
"Yeah Grace, we were," said Jack, rolling his eyes. "Now, if you don't mind . . ." He stood up and began to push Grace towards the door. ". . . we'd like to continue doing just that."
"Aww, how sweet; the couple wants to get back to their kissing," cooed Grace. "Well, I'd better leave you two alone." Grace grinned at them before turning around and leaving the room, closing the door.
Jack rolled his eyes and shook his head in annoyance. "Will, you'd better put your wife in her place someday," he said, sitting down at the table. He paused, looking up at the ceiling. "You know, that isn't as funny now that we're together."
"I'm so sorry." Will pulled his chair around next to Jack's once again. Jack laid his head on Will's shoulder, inhaling deeply. Will planted a kiss on Jack's head. "I'm sorry for all of the interruptions," he apologized, lying his head on top of Jack's. "And I'm really sorry that Grace barged in. That was the last thing I would expect to happen."
"It's okay," Jack said, placing his hand on Will's knee. "As long as there are no more intrusions. Except for the waitress; I do want to eat."
Will smiled slightly and wrapped his arms around Jack's shoulders, embracing him tightly. "And if you don't like the food, don't blame me; you're the one who put the pressure on me to order."
"Sorry, I was still dazed from the fact that they knock before coming in. I mean, some unfortunate waiter, a long time ago, must have walked in on two people while they were . . . you know . . . and informed everyone else to knock before entering."
Will nodded, Jack's hair brushing softy against his face. "Yeah, well, what else would two people want this private room for?"
Jack shrugged. "For pretty much what we've been doing."
"Yup," said Will, kissing Jack on the forehead. He chuckled slightly. "I'm actually afraid to start kissing you again, because someone else will probably knock on the door."
"Who cares?" Jack moved his head up and gave will a romantic kiss. Will leaned into it, his hand caressing Jack's head as he did so.
Mmm, Will thought. This is so . . .
*Knock Knock* Jack pulled away, anger and disappointment showing on his face. He stood up and walked towards the door. "Come in," he said, shortly.
The door opened and a young woman stepped in. "Okay, why are you in the private room? Huh? Why don't you find another place to . . . honey!"
"Karen?" Jack looked at Karen, half astonished, half irritated. "What are you doing here?"
"Lyle and I were going to, uhh, have dinner," Karen explained, smiling. "What are you doing here? With Will?"
"Karen, Will and I are on a date."
"You and Will? On a date?" Karen repeated, before bursting into loud giggles. "Honey, honey, that's the funniest thing I've ever heard!"
"I'm not joking. Will and I are a couple now. Remember? We told you this morning."
"Honey, I don't remember anything after I've had my breakfast, you know that."
Jack nodded, showing he did remember. "Well, you're going to have to leave, Karen," he ordered, pushing her out the door as he did with Grace. "Will and I-"
"-need to get back to the ol' love makin', yeah I know." Karen began to walk out of the room. "Oh," she added, turning around to look at them, "just so you know, if you're going to do it in here, remember to ask for new silverware, okay?" Karen nodded for effect before turning and leaving.
Jack gave Will a confused look and shrugged his shoulders. He closed the door and sat down beside Will again. "Okay, before we start again, is there anyone else that could possibly come in here?"
Will pondered the question for a moment. "No, no I don't think so . . . maybe Michael, if we're lucky," he added, smiling as he kissed Jack lightly on the lips.
"Oh, great; Michael," Jack said, saying the name "Michael" as though the very word gave him a disgusting taste in his mouth. "I love him," he added, sarcastically.
"Oh, don't worry Sweetie," Will said, soothingly. "I love you so much more." He kissed Jack tenderly, as though to prove his statement.
"Well, I love you more than any guy I've ever been with. Even Stewart." Jack kissed Will as tenderly as Will had kissed him. Will accepted the kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around Jack's neck. Jack ran his hand through Will's hair affectionately.
*Knock Knock* Will and Jack pulled away from each other. "Are you kidding me? Are you joking?" Jack muttered under his breath.
"Come in," said Will, rolling his eyes as he said it. The door opened and for a moment he actually thought that it would be Michael standing in the doorway . . . but it wasn't; it was the waitress, holding two plates. She set them down in front of Jack and Will. "Thanks," Will said, the word coming out a bit harsher than he had intended.
Rachelle nodded. "Enjoy your meal," she said walking towards the door.
"I was," Jack murmured as Rachelle closed the door.
"Aw, Jackie, don't worry; we've got all night to make up for dinner," Will promised, taking a bite of parmesan chicken. "You know, this is really delicious."
"Yeah, well, so are you," Jack said, taking a bite of chicken as well. "Oh, this is good. Good choice, Will."
"Well, you know, you make good decisions when they're suddenly thrown at you," Will said, taking a sip of wine.
The two ate their dinner in almost complete silence, with the occasional stop to look at each other or say the necessary "I love you so much more than . . ."
By the time they had finished their meal and paid, it was only a quarter after seven. "Wow, we have plenty of time to be together and finish the date," Jack said, after Will had told him the time.
"Yeah . . . so, what should we do?" Will asked, the question sounding pathetic after he had said it.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe ride the elevator a few times . . . that was hot before, by the way. And then we could go back to my place." Jack grinned, leaning in and giving Will a loving bite on the ear.
"Hmm, sounds like a fun night," Will said, as they walked down the street towards their apartment building. "I just hope that the elevator isn't packed."
"Hey, if it is, we can always get off on another floor and get on the elevator when it's empty. Or we could take the stairs."
Will grinned. The stairwell was, most of the time (if not always), empty. People were simply too lazy to walk up all of those stairs when there is a perfectly good machine to do the work for them. "Okay, so we've got a plan either way."
"Yup."
They arrived at the apartment building. Will walked up to the elevator and pushed the "up" button. His adrenaline was rushing wildly. Please let no one get on. Please let no one get on, he thought to himself over and over.
The elevator opened and a man walked off. Will and Jack boarded the elevator and Jack pressed the "door close" button as fast as possible. The doors slid closed and Jack pressed their floor number.
Smiling, he turned towards Will and wrapped his arms around his midsection, pulling them close, before bringing their lips together lustfully. Will kissed back, placing his hands behind Jack's head to keep their lips together.
Will pushed Jack up against the elevator wall, placing each of his hands on opposite sides of Jack's head on the elevator walls, as he had done earlier. He moved his lips down, kissing Jack's neck passionately. He knew that it would probably leave a rather large hickey, but that was the least of his cares.
Jack leaned down, bringing their lips together again. They shared a passionate kiss before breaking it to catch their breath. "Wow," Will whispered, clutching at his chest. "You and I . . . are going to ride the elevator . . . every day."
Jack chuckled. "Sounds great."
*Ping* The elevator stopped at their floor and, walking hand-in-hand, Will and Jack stepped off of the elevator and walked towards their apartment. Will removed his key from his pocket and unlocked the door. His heart was beating rapidly, but he knew that it wasn't from their "elevator excursion." He was excited, very excited . . .
He and Jack stepped inside their apartment and sat down on the couch together. They shared a minute-long kiss. "This is so perfect," Will whispered, caressing the side of Jack's face tenderly. "This feels . . . so great."
"I know," Jack replied, softly. "I love you."
"I love you." Will leaned in and pressed his lips to Jack's. He then stood up and took Jack's hands in his. "Are you ready?" he asked, teasingly.
"More than you could ever know," Jack replied, removing his jacket.
Will smiled. "Okay." He and Jack walked back to his bedroom, and began a night that neither ever wanted to forget.
And they never did.
~ * ~ TBC ~ * ~
A/N: I would've made the ending more "graphic" but this is a PG-13 story. Maybe my next story will be more "detailed." Anyways, please review. Thanks guys! Much love!