Deep in my Heart

Pairing: Will/Jack

Chapter Two

A/N: Thank you to all who reviewed! This chapter is a lot better than the others, so enjoy!

I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
In an open tab when your judgement's on the brink
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
Albums back as your lying there drifting off to sleep...

Will glanced at the clock as he flipped through the pages of the medical book in front of him. He needed to be in court in less than an hour, but he was determined to find out Jack's condition before then.

"Let's see here...headache?" he asked Jack, who nodded.

"Duh. I think that's why I'm holding my freaking forehead and saying, 'Ow, my head, oh how much it aches!'"

"Oook, irritablity, check," Will teased, continuously flipping the pages of the book. Jack was still laying on the couch in Will's apartment.

A few days had passed, and he was still as sick as ever. His face was flushed with red, more so than it had been the time him and Will thought it was a good idea to sunbathe with excess amounts of baby oil. He was sweating profusely, and it had been a while since he had even been near a shower, which made him feel as if he was more filthy then any sick person could feel.

"Any muscle pain?"

"Yeah. I haven't had sex in five days. What do you think it's going to feel like?" Jack shrieked crazily, hiding his face behind his hands.

"Not that muscle, Jack."

"Oh."

Will continued with his evaluaton."What about your temperature?"

"I don't know what my temperature is, but it's hotter than James Van Der Beek in here. Can you turn the AC up a bit more?" he moaned. He wiped pools of sweat from above his eyes and whimpered, caught up in the heat surrounding him.

"It's up highest it can go sweetie, sorry."

Jack tore the blanket off of his legs furiously. "If it were any hotter in here, I think I would melt."

Will thought of making a joke to him. Something along the lines of the 'Wicked Witch of the West', but he thought against it. Not while he was sick. He would tell him about it when he felt better. He might not be the best friend to Jack, but not even he was that cruel.

"Well Jackie, I think you definitely have the flu," Will responded, closing the book. Jack gave a hacking cough and nodded.

"I thought so. I had it a couple of times. But it was never as bad as this".

"Well, I suppose it gets worse as you grow older."

Jack groaned. "Old. I'm old."

Will sighed and gave a weak smile. "You are not. I'm older than you, remember? If anything, I should be groaning."

Jack opened his mouth to agree, but figured since Will had taken the week off to care for him, the least he could do was cut him a little slack.

"You're not that old."

"And you're not, either."

Smiling, Jack shifted postition on the now sweat-soaked couch. "Ugh...Will...it's too hot..."

Will frowned and grabbed Jack's hand. A thin layer of perspiration covered it, causing Will to lose his grip. "You want to take a bath? Maybe it'll cool you down."

Jack nodded and sat up. His head was heavy and felt as if it were filled with thick slabs of lead. As he went to stand up, he knees buckled and his legs collapsed from below him. Jack felt his muscles tense painfully as he fell to the floor. Will jumped up to catch him, and he cringed as his arm flew up and hit Jack in the back of the neck.

"Ok, Jack, come on, you need to lie down..." Will sighed, his hands quivering and threatening to drop Jack. He quickly moved to the couch and set his friend down on it. 'Oh my God, he's really sick..' he thought.

"Jackie, maybe we should take you to the doctor."

Jack shook his head wildly. "No," he replied firmly, grasping the sides of the couch to keep Will from taking him. "I'll be fine, Will. It's only the flu."

Will didn't push him. He just took Jack's hand and grabbed his cell phone from the side table next to him. He flipped open the phone and started dialing. "I'm going to call and say that I can't make it to the hearing. You really need to cool down."

He called and announced his absense. He hung up and guided Jack through the slightly dim apartment. He leaned Jack against the sink as he let the tub fill with water. Will turned him around, and Jack fell limp in his hands. He was so weak, he could barely hold himself up.

Will led the younger man to the toilet, and sat him down on it. He then proceeded to take off the tangled pieces of his clothing, but Jack resisted. "Stop, Will. I don't want you to see me without clothes on."

Will smiled and unbuttoned Jack's shirt slowly. "Jack, you're not that shy. Come on, we need to cool you down."

The shirt felt abrasive against Jack skin as it slipped off. His naturally pale chest was now flushed with red. He felt Will remove his pants, leaving him naked except for his white boxer-briefs. "You can leave those on, if it makes you feel more comfortable," Will whispered, getting Jack up.

They moved together to the bathtub, the water almost reached the top. Will helped mauver Jack over the top of the tub and relax. Jack sighed happily as the cool water hit his seething skin. "Why no bubbles, Will?" he asked innocently, looking up at his friend.

"I don't want anything irritating your skin," Will explained. He took a loofah from the sink and covered it in soap. Jack sighed again as Will began to wash his arms softly. Jack made an unconvinced face and smiled. "Ok, Will..." he trailed off, silenced by Will tickling his ribs with the loofah. The bubbles of the soap tickled his creamy skin, and Will smiled down at Jack as he washed them away with the water.

Feeling giddy from the warm water and the lack of sexual contact for a while, a somewhat forbidden thought made its way into his mind. "Will?" he asked, in a tone so blatently innocent, he knew something was up.

"Yeah?" his friend implored.

"Can you wash my stomach? Maybe if you rub it it'll make it feel better."

"Sure..." Will knew something was going on, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

Reaching down toward Jack's stomach, Will swirled the loofah in tiny circles. Jack giggled feeling the scratchy material of the sponge fly across his lower body, and gave a little gasp when it dipped lower to the waistband of his boxer-briefs.

"Why Mr. Truman, I believe you're coming on to me!" he exclaimed, in a teasing voice. He batted his eyelashes up at Will and gave a coquettish grin.

"Those doctors are right. The flu does make you delirious, doesn't it?"

Jack rolled his eyes and splashed Will with the water. "I'm ready to get out now," he announced, standing up.

"Looks like it did make a difference. You look better," Will grinned, gathering new clothes and a clean towel for Jack.

"I feel a bit better. My head and stomach are still killing me, but I think I'll live for a while longer."

Sponging off droplets of water from his friends lower body, Will was stopped. "Come on, I can dry my own self off," Jack sighed, grabbing the towel from Will's hands. "Go make some dinner and I'll be out in a sec, ok?"

Will nodded and walked out. Jack seemed to be getting much better.

He hoped it would last.