Age Of False Innocence

Chapter Three

Summary: Will is feeling some strange feelings, and Jack is causing them. Meanwhile, Jack tries to make Will jealous, and succeeds.

Warnings: Contains some mature themes, but nothing too bad ;D.

What is that sound
Running round my head
Funny I thought
That part was long since dead
But now there's new life
Coursing through my veins
Because there's someone
Who'll make it beat again

There were many feelings that Will had felt in his life. Not many of them were really good. In fact, the majority of them had been just the opposite. But none of them actually physically hurt him. Even through his awkward teenage high school years, he had managed to get through them unscathed for the most part.

Though he was teased through most of high school; he wasn't a complete outcast. He had the normal group of friends who he talked to, both boys and girls. While they talked about which cheerleader was the biggest whore; who would fuck you and who would settle with just a blowjob, Will always hung back from those types of conversations. No one gave him a second look.

He did have a girlfriend in high school. Claire had been great, and the relationship seemed perfect, only it wasn't. His heart wasn't in it. He blamed it on himself and his ever-changing hormones. He was still a virgin, which didn't fend too well in a collage environment. Columbia wasn't much of a party school, but there were still a lot of activities going on outside campus. Will knew of a few parties going on just so people could hook up. He didn't know if that's what actually happened during them, as he never attended.

But there was a new feeling fighting it's way inside of him, and what ever it was, he didn't like it one bit. It seemed to eat away at him constantly, and often made him feel uncomfortable. And it always seemed to happen around Jack.

He wasn't the least bit homophobic, so he knew it had nothing to do with how flamboyant and touchy-touchy Jack seemed around him. And it wasn't attraction; he knew what that felt like. Or, he had a pretty good idea. No, this was different, and Will didn't know quite what it was. He only knew that it hurt. It made him want to burst out into tears, grab the nearest pillow and never venture out of bed.

Will had never been the spying type, but there he was, staring out of the foggy window, watching closely as Jack chatted on the sidewalk with a student on campus; a freshman like himself. Only this freshmen wasn't like him at all. This one was outgoing and good looking; and stood leaning against the lamppost confidently, tossing back his shaggy brown hair. Jack smiled up at him brazenly, his fingers slightly hooked on the guys belt loops, trying to pull him closer.

Rolling his eyes, but hanging back, Will smiled feebly at the display. Jack looked at him somewhat like that, but this was the first time Will actually noticed the difference. With him, it was childish and playful, with batted eyelashes and big cheesy smiles; it was a joke, basically. But with this random person, it was real pure animal attraction, with shameless, raspy whispers and bold looks.

Jack might have only been in high school, but he sure knew when and how to switch gears. If Will didn't know any better, he would've sworn that an experienced, intrepid man had taken his place.

And then, there was the feeling. He turned off the light near the window and glared at the sidewalks, not knowing quite why he was doing this. The feeling was digging deep inside of him, like a monster waiting to emerge. It's was different, and Will did NOT like it. He tore his eyes away from the two men on the sidewalk, just before they pulled together and their lips met aggressively.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jack saw the light of the third floor dorm flick off, and he caught a glimpse of a worried Will looking at him through the window. Jack smiled brighter, turning his attention back to the boy in front of him. The guy had mentioned his name, but Jack made no effort trying to remember it. He knew it wouldn't matter much.

"So, do you go to this school?" The stranger asked, leaning against the street sign more, crossing his hands into his pockets. Jack's own hands were placed firmly on the guys waist, moving closer every minute. He leaned in a few inches, keeping his show up for his audience above.

"I do, actually," Jack lied, wrapping his arms around the guy, clasping his hands behind his back. "Do you?"

"Yeah. Dorm 5A."

A smile crossed Jack's face as their faces closed in very close to each others. Jack could smell the faint mint smell from the boy's gum he had spit out earlier, and Jack leaned into the guy's embrace, feeling eyes on his back as he smiled at the thought of Will up in the dorm.

"Why don't you show me it?" Jack whispered in a raucous voice before they kissed fervently. Jack felt the stranger turn him around so his back was pressed into the sign, and he closed his eyes as he let the familiar emotions take him over once again. He was used to this, but he felt something else this time. Knowing that Will was watching him made him work with extra enthusiasm. He placed his hands near the hem of the boys shirt, lifting it up so he could feel the hot, smooth skin underneath.

Jack opened his eyes and looked above to catch Will's reaction, only to be greeted by an empty window. He pulled away from the intense kiss and frowned slightly, but recovered quickly. He grabbed onto the boy's wrist and pulled gently, heading into the direction of the stairs.

"Come on," he ordered, his voice breaking a bit, but not enough to be noticeable. "Show me where it is."

Will wasn't sure where the pain was coming from, or what caused it. He just knew that whenever Jack was around, it happened. But it was never when it was just the two of them, alone. Which made it all the more confusing.

You're just protective of him, that's all, he thought to himself, sitting Indian-style on the couch, leaning back and staring at the ceiling. There are real creeps out there, and he could get hurt. You feel responsible, so you don't want that to happen.

"Why though?" he responded, giving out a great sigh, "I hardly know him. It's been five days. I've never been so invested in a person in only five days."

You've also never almost killed someone before.

Will knew it was an accident. He knew that if Jack had gotten hit, it wasn't because of him. He knew that shit like this sometimes just happened. He couldn't control any of it, but he still felt guilty.

He took another quick glance out the window. Jack and the collage student were gone. Will's brows furrowed and he flopped on the bed. Sighing to himself, he wondered what it was they were doing. He smiled and thought it might be obvious.

The thought of Jack and this kid fucking in some random dorm was a little too unpleasant to think about. Still, the thoughts kept swirling around his head. Jack probably was the one who initiated it. That was evident. They had probably gone to the guys dorm, with Jack leading the way, of course. As much as Jack thought he was though, Will was most certain once the guy got into it, Jack would lay off. He initiated and struck—and then let everyone else take it from there.

His smile disappeared, and he lay on the bed for a while, not wanting to think about anything.

Just like when Jack wasn't in a situation like this, he never seemed to know whether to be dominant or submissive. One moment, he was quiet and still, the back of his head pressing into the soft pillow below him, whimpering under the boy's hands. Then, in a moment of aggression, he would roll over, pinning the guy onto the bed and pulling him into a searing kiss.

But no matter how invested he was into what he was doing; he couldn't help thinking about the person he had been doing this for in the first place.

There are times in your life when you know you want something, Jack thought, and it isn't like when you were younger, begging your mother to buy you that toy you've wanted ever since you were practically born. It's so much stronger then that.

It's so strong, that with everyday you pass without it, you can feel the need shooting through your veins; it's making you so sick you can't even see straight. You're contaminated with it, and you want it so fucking much, but when you don't get it, and you know you never will, the feeling doesn't subside. It's still there; still haunting you, and you want it to go away, but it just stays there, and you can feel it growing even more prominent inside you.

Will. The name alone was enough to make him clutch his stomach and hope he never saw his face again. But when he did, it was all he needed, all he thought about, and he thrived off of it. And sometimes, he thought he saw something. One thing that sparkled in Will's eyes, and made Jack wonder if he felt the same way about him too.

Jack could still remember back when he was thirteen years old. He had his first crush on a boy. Larry Chanders. He had the most penetrating brown eyes, and the softest touch Jack had ever felt. And he was so comforting and welcoming, Jack felt as if he would never, ever hurt him.

He made the incredibly stupid and reckless mistake of telling Larry about these feelings he was having as soon as he was certain of them, and received a massive punch in the face in return. It had hurt him so badly, both inside and out, but he knew that Will could hurt him so much more to him then just break his face and his heart. It would break him. His soul, his spirit, everything that made him.

People had always said that if you really loved someone, you would know right away, and boy, did Jack know it. He couldn't forget it, because he was reminded of it every time Will ran a hand through his messed up hair, hoping that everything would fall back into place and look better, when in fact it made it worse. Every time he was sleeping, and Will looked so peaceful and untouched, as apposed to the tensing shoulders and nervous grimace he wore when he was awake.

And Jack was reminded of it especially when Will would casually drape his arm around his chair at the movies, and instead let it just rest on Jack's shoulders. But Jack knew better. Will kept on convincing himself he wasn't gay, and was currently eye-deep in denial. He was scared. He was fucking terrified.

The last thing he needed if he ever did admit the truth to himself and came out, was a relationship. Jack was aware of it, and he fucking hated it. But he would wait by himself until he was ready. Until he needed Jack. That was all he could do until that point. Offer help and wait until he was ready.

This kid wasn't bad looking at all. In most ways, he could be considered beautiful. But in place of his bright green eyes, Jack could only see hazel. It was as if the blond hair the guy had turned dark brown in front of his eyes, and Jack was almost frightened by the change.

i This is it. /i He thought while under the stranger's strong body. I have officially gone crazy.

Even so, he continued his ministrations, closing his eyes and bracing himself as the boy entered him slowly. A heavy rain had begun to fall, and though Will was away from him, he was the closest thing to Jack's mind.

It was getting late, and Will was still in the same spot on the bed, lying and thinking about nothing in particular. Well, one thing in particular.

It was strange, and it seemed wrong to be this worried about Jack. He was never worried when Grace would go out, though he knew she wasn't doing anything like Jack was doing now. It was weird and not like him at all, and he hated it.

A clicking sound came from the front of the room, followed by the revolution of a door handle. Will drew the covers on his bed up to his chin and softened his breathing. He really didn't want to deal with Jack at that moment, but he was relieved he was home.

Jack stood in the warm hallway light and shut the door behind him. Raindrops gathered in clusters in his hair, framing his face. He smiled brightly, his jacket clutched tightly to his chest as the cold air cooled on his body. He saw Will on the bed but ignored him and crossed the room. He seemed to be sleeping, anyhow.

Will was unsure of how to feel and what to say. What was he supposed to do? Giggle emphatically and wink at him, or berate him with a scolding look and asking, "Did you use protection?"

He shut his eyes tightly, pretending to be asleep as jack crossed the room, humming to himself and throwing his jacket onto the arm of the couch. There was a fair amount of silence and shuffling on the floor ahead of him, before Will dared to open his eyes just a little bit; peering from under the sheet bunched near his hands.

He saw Jack with his arms raised over his head, in the middle of peeling off his damp, tight t-shirt off of his body. He tossed the shirt into a corner of the room, and stood there in only his jeans. His hair, still damp from the bad weather outdoors, had gotten mussed up in the back from the shirt, making him look older and more rugged.

Jack moved his hands to the button of the jeans, unhooking them and sliding the zipper down slowly. Will's eyes got wider, and his heart beat a little faster (mostly from the fear of getting caught), but he stayed put, gripping the edge of the sheet tighter in his hands.

Jack slid easily out of the jeans, and he stood there for a second, running his fingers along the elastic waistband of his white boxer-briefs, a considerable bulge pressing against the soft cotton.

Will held his breath and shut his eyes as the boxer briefs came off. He waited in the dark until he heard Jack's body flop onto the couch, and opened his eyes to find Jack there, fully clothed and snuggling into the pillow that laid there.

Will let out the breath gradually, his heart slowing. He felt a weird tingling feeling in his legs and reached down, his fingers curling over his firm erection.

Fuck.

A voice broke the long silence as Jack called to him, making him nearly jump out of his skin. "Nighty night, Will," he exclaimed, a smile apparent in his voice, and Will stopped to wonder whether this was all planned.

Will didn't answer. He turned around in his bed, concealing his face in his sheets.

It was hard to get to sleep that night.

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Next chapter: Will continues to fight his feelings about Jack, and finds it harder than he realized.

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