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Chapter Eight-When It All Falls Down
Heaven's in your eyes
And it's begging me to lie
You're waiting for a little more
Of those words you wanna hear.
-The Calling "When It All Falls Down"
The next day, after another unforgettable night with Will, Jack, reluctantly, went back to work at the hospital. Jack, although he had only been at work for about half an hour, already found that he was having more trouble than usual concentrating.
The last night had been, by far, the best night yet; Jack had cooked dinner for Will. Or, rather, he had had Karen's cook make dinner for Will.
The dinner ended up being completely unnecessary, as they only had a few bites in the end. They had spent the rest of the night having . . . "dinner." And it was the best time Jack had ever remembered having. Ever . . .
The Previous Night…
"Okay, I've got about half an hour before Will gets home," Jack told himself as he placed a bottle of wine on the dinner table. "And dinner isn't even ready yet. Great," he added, sarcastically, placing his hands on his hips.
Ping. The oven dinged and Jack rushed up into the kitchen and pulled open the door. "Wow," he said, looking at the cooked chicken inside, "this actually looks and smells really good. Like me!" He burst into a fit of giggles, shaking his head. "Hmm," he sighed, ending his giggle fit, "I'd better get that chicken out of there before it burns."
He placed an oven mitt on his hand and reached inside, pulling out the chicken. He walked swiftly over to the table and placed the chicken in the center of the table. "That looks," he said, taking a step back and observing his table, "almost perfect."
He placed two candles on the table and lit them, taking a step back when he had finished. "There we go; perfect."
His head turned towards the door at the sound of the elevator dinging. "And right on time, too." Jack pulled off his apron and tossed it over the counter into the kitchen. "He smoothed out the black tux he was wearing and smiled seductively towards the door.
The doorknob jiggled as Will unlocked the door and pushed the door open. "Hey Jackie," he said, closing the door behind him. "Wow," he gasped, upon noticing the table. "Jack, this is . . . amazing." He inhaled deeply through his nose. "And it smells wonderful."
Jack grinned sheepishly. "Thanks," he said, looking down at the ground. "I did it for you."
Will smiled as well and walked over to Jack, taking Jack's hands in his. "This is so nice. Thank you." He leaned in and gently caressed Jack's lips with his own. "And to think, the last time you tried to cook something, you burned down your apartment."
Jack sighed. "Okay, so I didn't cook it, technically . . . but it was my idea." Jack nodded for effect, thinking of how kind Karen had been to lend him her cook. "Anyway, I'm so glad your home. I've been waiting for us to have dinner all day. And this time, I actually mean 'dinner' . . . okay, I really mean 'sex,'" he added, off Will's cocked eyebrow.
Will nodded. "Well, it really does smell good." He leaned in for another kiss. "And so do you."
"Yeah, I know," he replied, grinning. "I was actually just thinking the same thing earlier."
"What, that you smell good?" Will asked, unable to keep the smile from appearing on his face.
"Yes," Jack replied, happily.
"Okay, so, what are we having?" Will asked in an attempt to change the subject as he sat down at the table.
"We are having," Jack began, sitting down at the table as well, "a Caesar salad, followed by chicken, and then . . . dessert." He leaned in and gently kissed Will's ear.
"Mmm. Sounds like a fabulous dinner to me." Will turned his head and pulled Jack into a deep, passionate kiss.
"Whoa, calm down there, cowboy," Jack said, pulling away. "Don't you want food before you ride?"
Will chuckled, which he turned into a groan. "No," he whined, stroking Jack's face with his forefinger. "But since you went into all that trouble, I'll wait."
"You mean, Karen's cook went into all that trouble," corrected Jack. "But I guess I did have to watch him prepare everything, pretend that I was listening, when I wasn't . . . it was really hard!"
Will smiled, wrapping his arm around Jack's shoulders. "So, should we start on dinner?"
"Okay." Jack used the salad utensils to scoop out the Caesar salad onto both his and Will's plates. Will reached for his salad fork, but stopped when Jack placed his hand on his arm. "Wait, I'll feed you."
Will sighed, but let his hand fall back onto the table. His mouth turned upwards in a smile when Jack brought the salad fork down into the bowl and lifted it back up. "Open up," he cooed.
"Isn't that what you said last night?" Will chuckled, but allowed Jack to feed him his salad. After a few bites, Will said, "Wait. I don't think I'm so hungry anymore."
Jack set the fork back on the table. "But what about the chicken, and all of the work that . . . Karen's cook went to?"
Will shrugged. "He got paid, didn't he?"
"Of cour--" Jack paused, looking up at the ceiling as he considered it. "Maybe . . ." he said, after a few seconds. He looked down at the food and then back at Will. "You're right; you look much more appetizing than this food, anyways."
Jack leaned in for a kiss, which Will broke almost immediately. "Will, what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry, Jackie. It's just that . . . I'm going to need to put this food away before we do anything. I won't be able to think about anything else all night."
Jack rolled his eyes, but assisted Will in the cleaning up of the table. "Will Truman, I love that you're neat and tidy, I really do . . . but why now?" Jack whined, as Will put the last piece of silverware into the dishwasher.
"I'm sorry, Sweetie, but we're all done now, so don't worry." Will leaned over the counter and planted a lust-filled kiss onto his lover's lips.
Jack, caught slightly off-guard, uttered a quiet "Mmm." He ended the kiss and smiled at Will. "Hey, you know what'd be really hot?" he asked.
"What?" Will asked, smiling back at Jack.
"Let's take a shower." Jack smiled wider, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"A shower?" Will repeated, slightly confused. "I don't know, that doesn't seem so hot."
"I mean together," Jack replied, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, right." Will smiled and pressed his lips to Jack's again. "Sounds . . . hot."
Jack took Will's hand and led him towards the bathroom. "Hey, you know, after all of the iinterruptions last night, I think that it would be a good idea if we lock the door," Will said, as he and Jack began to get undressed.
"Oh, yeah," Jack replied, nodding. "That's a good idea. I love you; you're so smart," he said, pressing his mouth against Will's.
"Not so smart; I didn't even realize that you meant that we take a shower together." Will shook his head, obviously ashamed at his momentary lapse.
"Hmm, it's okay." Jack began placing kisses all over Will's neck. Jack walked backwards to the shower and turned on the shower. The hot water began to pour out from the nozzle, filling the shower with steam. He stepped inside, letting the hot water spray onto him. "C'mon Will," he said, seductively.
Will rushed over to the shower and stepped inside. "Wow, this is hot," he said, as soon as the water hit his body. He looked at Jack and leaned in for a passionate kiss, pressing Jack against the wall of the shower. He kissed Jack's upper lip, and then his lower lip. He began kissing
Jack's neck, slowly moving down towards Jack's chest.
Will felt Jack shudder, even in spite of the hot water that was pouring down onto them. Will placed light, feathery kisses all over Jack's stomach. Jack ran his hands through Will's dark hair, silently urging him to continue.
Will stood upright and kissed Jack passionately on the lips. His tongue pressed past Jack's lips into his mouth. It ran over the roof of Jack's mouth, causing Jack to moan in pleasure.
Will broke the kiss momentarily, wanting to look at Jack's face. Beads of the hot water were rolling down Jack's face. Will closed his eyes and leaned in, licking the beads of water off of Jack's face. Jack responded by moving down slightly and sucking suggestively on Will's neck. Will groaned, causing Jack to bite down gently on Will's shoulder.
Will placed each of his hands on Jack's face, bringing Jack back up into an upright position. He pressed his lips to Jack's again. Jack placed his hands on Will's bare chest and pushed Will against the opposite wall of the shower.
They explored each other's mouths for what felt like hours, each becoming lost in that moment. Jack pressed his body closer to Will's, each loving the warmth they created together. Will ran his hands all over Jack's body, loving how soft and smooth and moist it felt.
They continued in this fashion for hours and hours, not noticing, nor caring, how late it was getting. Jack was pressed up against Will's body, kissing Will fiercely on the neck. "Oh, Jack," Will moaned, running his fingers through Jack's wet hair. "Jack . . ."
Jack moved towards Will's mouth, kissing the edge of Will's mouth tenderly. "Jack . . ." Will wrapped his arms around Jack's slim waist and embraced him tightly. "Jack . . ."
"Jack?!" Jack snapped out of the trance and looked over at the doctor that was calling his name. "Jack, take these pain killers to Bruce Bickham in Room 17, would you?"
Jack nodded and accepted the small plastic cup that contained two small pills from the doctor. Bruce? He repeated in his head. Great, sounds like another one of those straight, middle aged men that are going to yell at me for some water every five minutes. He rolled his eyes and pushed the door to Room 17 open and walked inside.
"Peter, Paul, and Mary!" he exclaimed upon entering the room. Lying in the bed was a young (30 years old, tops), strawberry blonde-haired, blue-eyed man. The man's leg was in a cast and was being levitated over the bed.
Jack cleared his throat. "Umm, hello . . . Bruce Bickham, was it?"
Bruce nodded. "Yes, that's me. Are you the nurse that's going to be taking care of me while I'm here?" he asked, smiling, showing a set of perfect, white teeth.
Jack took in the man's words and looked him over carefully. Oh my God, he's gay! he thought, excitedly. I can tell; he screams queen!
"Yes, I am," Jack replied, walking towards the bed, holding out the plastic pill cup. "Here's the pain killers that you asked for," he said, handing Bruce the small plastic cup.
"Thank you." Bruce accepted the cup and popped the two small tablets into his mouth. He took a sip of water from the glass that had been sitting on the night stand next to his bed and swallowed the pills, his eyes never leaving Jack.
"So," Jack started, trying to make conversation, "how'd you hurt yourself."
"Well," Bruce began, sitting upright in his bed, "I was at this audition earlier today. See, I'm a 'struggling' performer—dancing, singing, whatnot—and I was auditioning to play one of the backups in Stomp."
"Oh, and did you 'stomp' too hard?" Jack asked, grimacing slightly at the thought of it.
"No. Actually, I got the part! But, unfortunately, I was so excited that I got it that when I was walking down the stairs to get off of the stage, I tripped and fell down the stairs."
Bruce shook his head, obviously embarrassed. "It's ironic, isn't it? I wait months and months to get a part, and when I finally do, I end up breaking my tibia."
He shook his head again, smiling this time. "It was pretty embarrassing, too, because when the ambulance arrived, the people asked me if I needed to call anyone to, you know, 'inform them about my injury,' and I had to tell them no."
"Aww, don't you have a roommate, or a--"
"—boyfriend?" Bruce finished, giving Jack a half-smile. "Nope, do you . . . I mean, if you had been injured, would you have been able to give them a name to call?" Bruce smiled that perfect smile again.
What a pathetic pick-up line, Jack thought, holding back a laugh. He opened his mouth to say no, when he suddenly remembered Will. Will, who he had spent that amazing night with. Will, who he had promised he would see exclusively. Will, who he loved. How could he have forgotten Will?
"Yes," he replied. "Yes, I would have. I have a boyfriend."
"Oh." Jack watched as Bruce's smile faded off of his face.
"But you know, you say that you're a performer?" Jack asked, not wanting to completely crush Bruce's spirits. "I used to be a performer."
"Really?" Bruce asked, his expression brightening slightly.
"Yeah . . . I didn't do well at all. But I could have, you know," he added, defensively.
Bruce laughed a heartwarming laugh that caused Jack to laugh as well. "I'm sure you could have," Bruce agreed. "With that body, that face . . . you're perfect for the stage."
Jack felt his face burn as he blushed. "Thanks," he said. Why was he being so flirtatious? He had a boyfriend, for God's sake.
And sure, Bruce was gorgeous, but Will was . . . Will. He loved Will, and Will loved him. Besides, wasn't flirting just a stone's throw away from cheating?
Jack cleared his throat. "Well, I'd better get going . . ." he said, making towards the door.
"Do you have to?" Bruce asked. "I was enjoying your company."
Jack looked from Bruce to the door, then back at Bruce again. It was his job to keep the patient happy, wasn't it? "Well," he said, reluctantly, "I guess I can stay."
Bruce smiled that beautiful smile again. "Thanks . . . what's your name again?"
"Jack. Jack McFarland."
"Well, Jack, come sit with me and let's chat," Bruce said, gesturing towards the chair that had been placed next to his bed.
Jack smiled slightly. "Okay." He walked over and sat down in the chair. This is my job, isn't it? he asked himself. I'm supposed to make the patient comfortable. That's my job . . .
TBC
A/N-Ooh, another man is coming into the picture . . . right, anyways, please review! Thanks to all who do!