Disclaimer-I don't own "Will & Grace." They are property of NBC, David Kohan, and Max Mutchnick. The only parts that I do own are the plot and the character Bryan Shultz.
A/N-Many apologies for the delay in the arrival of this chapter. I had exams, which, of course, suck. Anyways, enjoy chapter seven and please REVIEW!
Chapter Seven-I Was Made For Lovin' You
I was made for lovin' you baby
You were made for lovin' me
And I can't get enough of you baby
Can you get enough of me?
-Kiss "I Was Made for Loving You"
Will awoke to a bright light coming from his bedroom window. Eyes still closed, he turned on his right side and felt something warm and soft against his bare skin. His eyes opened and the memories of the previous night came flowing back into his mind. He smiled, reaching his hand out and tracing a line down Jack's back.
I love you, he thought, continuing the touching of his boyfriend's back.
Will ached to taste his lover again. To hold him, to love him…he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to Jack's. Jack replied with a quiet "Mmm."
Will leaned closer and whispered into Jack's ear an "I love you" before giving the top of his boyfriend's ear a kiss.
Jack mumbled something that sounded slightly like "You too."
Although it was difficult to understand exactly what Jack's words had been, Will's heart fluttered with love nonetheless, knowing that Jack loved him back.
Will leaned against the pillow. God the last night had been incredible; Will had never felt so loved, wonderful, and happy, all at the same time.
The only thing that made Will a little bit nervous was if Jack really felt the same way that he did. Jack had slept with a lot of men. A lot. What if the previous night did not mean as much to Jack as it had to Will? Of course, Jack had never really been in love with any of the men he had slept with…
That was something that really amazed Will: how much Jack had matured over the years. If Will had fallen for Jack a year or two ago, there would have been no way that Jack would that said all of those things he had said. Not without laughing, at least. Or doing the dreaded "I told you so" song and dance.
Sighing, Will looked back down at the sleeping figure in his arms. With the tip of his finger, he drew small hearts on Jack's forearm.
It was then that Will suddenly remembered that he had to get up and go to work that day. He looked back down at Jack, and then reached over to his nightstand. After removing a pair of boxers that had been lying on top of the telephone, Will, using only one hand, called up his office.
"Hello, this is Will Truman," he said, quietly, never letting his eyes leave Jack's peaceful face. "Umm, I'm afraid that I'm not going to be able to make in into the office today . . . why? Umm . . ."
He pulled Jack closer to him, kissing the top of his lover's head and softly rubbing his forehead against Jack's hair before replying. ". . . umm, well . . . oh, are you sure?" Will moaned inwardly. "Is it really that important? . . . yes, I had a date last night . . . all right, I'll come in, but I might, no, I will be a little bit late . . . okay, thank you. 'Bye."
Will hung up the phone and wrapped his free arm around Jack. "Hey Sweetie," he whispered, kissing Jack's cheek tenderly.
"Nuh, I dun wanna . . ." Jack mumbled, turning his face away from Will.
"Come on, Jack. I have to go to work soon, and I want a goodbye kiss. Or two." Mill smiled and curled up next to Jack, wrapping his arms around Jack's waist. "Please?" he added, placing a dozen kisses all over Jack's back.
Jack groaned, but turned around to face Will, his blue eyes slightly glazed over from having just woken up. "Okay," he said, smiling slightly.
Will smiled back at him. "Hey Beautiful."
"Hey," Jack replied, rubbing at his eyes as he sat upright in the bed. "What time is it?"
"It's almost nine o'clock," Will said, caressing Jack's face gently.
"Oh, okay." Jack laid his head on Will's shoulder, inhaling deeply as he did so. "Oh, my God, last night was so . . . great." He nuzzled his face into the crook of Will's neck, placing butterfly kisses on Will's neck as he did so. "I really do love you. You know, I feel like it doesn't mean enough when I say it."
"Really?" Will blushed slightly, but attempted to hide his embarrassment by letting out a fake cough.
"So, I'll just have to show you…" Jack placed each of his hands on either side of Will's face and, turning Will's face towards him, pressed his lips firmly against the opposite pair. Will leaned into the kiss, pulling Jack on top of him, slathering Jack with kisses all the while.
As they were beginning to pick up where they had left off the last night, Will stopped suddenly with an "Oh!" remembering that he had to get to work. "I've got to get the office!" He climbed out of bed and picked up his boxers from the floor and pulled them on.
"Aww, do you have to?" Jack whined, sitting upright in bed. "Take the day off. It's my day off today; it'll be perfect." He gave Will a seductive smile and laid on his back on the bed. "Come on; it'll be fun."
"Jackie, I want to, really I do. You can only imagine how much, but I called the office and they said that it's, quote, unquote, 'Really important for me to come in today.'" He leaned down and pecked Jack on the lips. "We'll spend time together tonight, okay?"
The seductive smile returned to Jack's face. "I have a better idea; how about I come to your office today and we have lunch. And by 'lunch,' I mean 'sex.'" He giggled, sitting upright in the bed again.
Will nodded. "Yes, I know what you mean by 'lunch,' don't worry about that. But I don't know about actually doing it . . ."
"Why not? Wait, your co-workers do know that you're gay, right?" Jack cocked an eyebrow at Will in question.
"What?!" Will looked both shocked and hurt at the same time. "Of course they do!"
Jack looked slightly taken aback by Will's outburst. "Well, you know, it did take you a while to tell people at your gym, so . . ." His voice trailed off. "So . . . lunch then?" He grinned, batting his eyes at Will flirtatiously.
Will shrugged. "We'll see." He pulled on his jacket and walked out of the bedroom.
"Will . . ." Jack jumped out of the bed, pulling on a pair of Will's sweatpants as he followed Will out of the bedroom and into the living area of the apartment. He entered the living room and saw Will pouring himself a cup of water in the kitchen.
"C'mon Will, don't be mad." Jack walked into the kitchen and began to massage Will's shoulders affectionately. "I love you," he cooed, wrapping his arms around Will's neck, nibbling the base of Will's ear.
Will smiled despite himself. "And I love you." He turned his head to look at Jack. "I just hope that you know that I'm perfectly comfortable with people knowing that I'm gay."
"I know you are." Jack removed his arms from Will's neck and began to walk out of the kitchen.
Will set down his water glass and walked swiftly after Jack. "So . . . lunch then?" he asked, repeating Jack's previous words as he kissed Jack's lips tenderly.
"Yeah." Jack kissed Will back, causing Will to moan in desire.
"God, I don't want to leave," Will whispered, placing his forehead against Jack's.
"Then don't. Oh, call and say that you died! Then we could stay here together forever!" Jack pulled Will back into a passionate kiss.
When they parted, Will chuckled softly and said, "You know, that might work, except for the whole dead-person-calling-work thing. But I do like the thought of being together all of the time."
"You know, I was thinking . . . as soon as my apartment's all fixed up . . . I really don't think I'll want to move back there. Should I try and get rid of it?"
"And move in here?" Will asked, smiling.
"Yeah! I never want to leave; I'm so happy. I don't think I've ever been this happy."
"Neither have I. That sounds perfect. You moving in with me, I mean. But right now I've really got to go."
"Oh-kay," pouted Jack. "Bye Handsome."
"Bye Sweetie." Will leaned in for a goodbye kiss. When their lips met, Jack placed his hand behind Will's head, keeping the kiss going. His tongue sought Will's mouth, earning a lustful groan from Will. Jack ended the kiss, smoothing Will's eyebrow. "Bye." With one last peck, he turned and walked back to the bedroom.
Will, still slightly dazed from the kiss, picked up his suitcase and headed towards the front door. He paused in front of the door and looked back towards the bedroom. "Lunch!" he called back to Jack.
"You know it!" was the reply. Will smiled and pulled open the door, exciting his (and Jack's) apartment.
11:57 AM
Will drummed his fingers on his desk impatiently; he had been waiting for noon to come ever since he had arrived at his office. He did not know what was so important that he had to come in to the office, but it was okay. It was almost noon, and Jack should be arriving at his office at any given moment.
Jack and I could be having a great time right now if I had just called in and said that I was sick, Will thought, angrily. What was I thinking? Will, you can just be an idiot sometimes.
Will practically leaped up at the sound of a knock at his door. "Come in!" he called out, grinning practically from ear to ear.
His heart plummeted when a female voice replied. "Okay!" Grace opened the door and entered Will's office. "Hey, what's up?"
Will opened his mouth to reply with a perfectly honest comment, but decided against it. "Nothing," he said, sitting back down in his chair. "Just waiting for . . . the day to be over."
"What's the hurry?" she asked, before a look of realization came over her face. "Oh right! Your lover is at home waiting for you to arrive back so that you two can . . ." Grace smiled suggestively, sitting down in the chair opposite Will. "Which reminds me, how was your date with Jack last night? You seemed to be getting pretty cozy when I saw you." Her smile widened at her last remark.
Will sighed, rolling his eyes. "Yes Grace, Jack and I slept together."
Now it was Grace's turn to leap out of her chair. "Oh my God! No way! And this time you two weren't drunk and you wanted to do it!"
"Grace, for the last time, Jack and I did not sleep together on Karen's yacht, okay?"
"Yeah, sure," Grace replied, sarcastically. "Anyway, I'm so happy for you! Wait, if you really wanted to be with Jack today, why didn't you just call in sick?"
Will groaned. "I don't know. I wasn't thinking."
"Wow, you're really in love with him. How are you ever going to make it through the day?"
Right on cue, the door to Will's office opened again and Jack rushed in. "I'm here!" he exclaimed, closing the door behind him and walking over to Will. "Miss me?" he asked, embracing Will tightly. When his lips began to move towards Will's, Grace interrupted by clearing her throat loudly.
"Excuse me, I am here, you know. If you guys are going to have," Grace made quotes signs with her fingers, "'lunch,' don't do it in front of me."
"Oh, Grace! I didn't realize you were here," Jack said, apologetically. "Well, if you don't want to see it, leave."
Grace gave Jack an irritated look, but turned to leave. "Okay, I can see that you two are still in your having-sex stage, so I won't bother you. But when you reach your fighting stage, I'll be defending Will, not you." She opened the door and left, closing the door behind her.
Jack rolled his eyes and turned back to Will. "I think I just insulted your best friend," he said, sheepishly, but smiling nonetheless.
Will shrugged, wrapping his arms around Jack and lacing his fingers together. "Don't worry, she's heard worse . . . mostly from her mother. The only way to really insult her is to say that she's becoming just like her mother. Then she'll be pissed." Will chuckled, shaking his head slowly.
"Right. Okay, no more about Grace. Come on . . . let's have 'lunch,'" he giggled, pulling Will into a passionate kiss.
After a moment, Jack broke the kiss and walked over to Will's desk. "Okay, hold on. I saw this on 'Friends' and I really wanted to try it." In one quick, smooth motion, he knocked all of the papers and items that had been on his desk to the floor and sat on the now-bare table. "Good?"
Will nodded. "Yeah." He walked over to Jack and pressed their lips together. "I loved it." Will and Jack continued to kiss like hormonally charged teenagers.
It did not take long for their clothes to come off and be thrown onto the floor along with the clutter from Will's desk. They were completely cut off from the outside world; they did not hear Will's co-workers voices as they gossiped about what could possibly be going on in Will's office. They did not hear the knocks on the door nor notice when the knocking stopped.
After their "lunch," Will and Jack sat together on the floor of Will's office, whispering together, not wanting to desturb any of the passers-by. Will looked at the clock, then down at Jack, whose head was lying in his lap. "Hey, my lunch is over; I've got to get back to work."
Jack sighed, but stood up and dressed. "I'll see you at home. We'll have 'dinner.'" Jack grinned, gave Will a parting kiss, then left. After Jack's leaving, Will quickly got dressed and re-arranged all of the items on his desk to where they had been.
He sat back at his desk, placing his head in his hands. Wow, he thought. This is so much better than it ever was with Michael. Everything seems so perfect . . . nothing could ruin this for me. Nothing.
TBC
A/N-I know, not a cliffhanger ending or anything, but I've got some more drama up my sleeves for later chapters, don't worry. Or worry, whichever you want. Anyways, please review!