(Thanks for reading this so far, it's gonna get a little hotter this chapter, don't worry :P)
Surprisingly for Will, Jack was up before ten the next morning. Will had just come back from a morning run and had found Jack pulling on shorts and a loose shirt in their room. "Funny, I didn't see any flying pigs around" the sweaty runner commented, walking over to kiss his boyfriend good morning.
"You slay me!" said Jack, rolling his eyes and accepting the kiss. "Next time don't use a joke from 'Horribly Cliché Jokes Digest'. And anyways, I was hoping we could have a little fun before the boat, if you catch my drift" he said, poking Will in the ribs gently with his elbow. "Although I'm not doing anything until you at least wipe yourself down, you're sweating enough for both of us."
Will walked past Jack into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. He washed himself off and put on the shirt and shorts he had left inside the room earlier. Coming out, he found the door of the hotel shut and Jack lying on the bed, flipping through an old copy of People Magazine. "Took you long enough" he said, tossing the magazine aside and wearing an evil little grin on his face. "What happened, were you too fat to fit through the door?"
"You'll pay for that one" said Will, suddenly lunging towards the bed and leaping up. Jack yelped and curled into a ball as Will landed in front of him. The older man yanked his boyfriend's legs down so they weren't blocking him and moved forwards, pinning Jack's arms with his hands and leaning over him.
"Don't make me scream rape William!"
"You would never."
"Damn, you know me too well" said Jack, peering up at him. "So what n-"
He was silenced as Will pressed his mouth over Jack's. He let go of Jack's arms and slid his hands under his torso as they kissed. Jack cupped Will's face in his own hands and pulled his head down more until the back of Jack's head was resting on the pillow. They kissed for a while, and then broke apart. Jack curled up as Will moved off of him and onto the other side of the bed, curling his arms around Jack's chest and kissing the back of his neck. "I love you" he said, nibbling on Jack's ear softly.
Jack sighed with happiness. "Ditto to you" he said, snuggling closer to Will. "We don't have to do anything for a few hours, do we?" he asked suddenly. He turned his head over to face Will, who moved his own head upwards to see Jack's face clearly.
"No, why?"
Jack now turned his entire body over to face Will and kissed him slowly. When he broke the kiss, he said "What would you do for two hours if you had a hotel room to yourself and had never gotten to do something last night?" He gave Will a grin.
"Drapes shut?"
"Check."
"Door?"
"Locked and bolted with a 'do not disturb' door hanger on it."
"You're good" Will said, moving himself to be kneeling over Jack again. "Very good." He leaned down and kissed his boyfriend passionately.
"Thank you" Jack said after they broke apart, and then he reached up to pull Will into another spellbinding kiss.
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The previous night, back in Manhattan…
"Damnit Karen, I asked you over here to help me dress, not clean out my closet!"
"Oh just hold my drink and shut up for a second" Karen said, pulling another outfit out of Grace's closet. "Honey, yellow? No. Just no." She tossed it onto a pile of other clothing on Grace's bed. There were a few outfits hanging around the room, having passed Karen's worthiness test.
Grace had finally had enough, and dragged Karen out of her closet. "Just pick one of the ones you didn't want to throw up at" she said, pointing to the outfits hanging about the room.
Karen sighed. "Fine honey, that one" she said, pointing to an outfit consisting of a long black skirt, a white blouse, and a black jacket.
"Karen, I'm going to dinner, not a funeral."
"Dinner with your mother, remember honey?"
"Right, hand it over" Grace said, taking the outfit from Karen. "Now out! Let me get dressed in peace!" Karen gave an exasperated sigh and left the room, dashing back in momentarily to pry her drink from Grace's hands before once again exiting. Grace rolled her eyes and looked over at the haphazard pile on her bed. She hung the black outfit up momentarily to begin reassembling the pile onto hangers. A few of the outfits in the pile ended up in a black trash bag marked 'donations', though Grace would never admit to Karen that she'd been partially right about some of her choices.
She had just stripped to her underwear when the door burst open. Yelping, she grasped the black outfit, still on the hanger, in front of her, as Karen took a step into the room. "Honey, have you seen my drink?" she said, looking directly at Grace, and failing to notice the awkward situation she'd just walked in on. An angry cry came from Grace, and a red high heel came off her foot and went flying towards Karen's head. The woman managed to dodge the shoe. "Well I'm sorry!" said Karen, rolling her eyes before bending down to pick the shoe up. "Honey, I need to take you shoe shopping" she said before shutting herself out of the room again.
Grace growled internally at Karen. That woman needs a babysitter she thought. Her expression brightened as she imagined some sixty year old woman hobbling around on a cane after the still vibrantly younger woman, yelling at her to get rid of the scotch in her hand. Someone younger would be needed for that job, I wouldn't mind it so much… her brain scrambled at the confusing thought. Wait, what?
Karen, meanwhile, was sipping her drink on Grace's couch, hiding a smirk from her face. I've got to take her to a decent shop and get her some padded bras she thought to herself, taking another sip. God, I should go in there and rip that one she was wearing of-
She stopped herself. Kare-bear, what is wrong with you? She could hear Jack's voice echoing in her mind. I thought you got rid of that crush on Grace years ago! She would, of course, shake Jack off. Of course honey, what makes you think otherwise?
That previous thought about bra ripping would make him question her sanity. She shook her head and sighed. I just miss Stanley, that's all she thought to herself.
Grace finally appeared in the doorway, giving Karen a glare. Karen just rolled her eyes and got up to inspect Grace. "Pose and turn" she ordered. Grace obeyed, twirling slowly so Karen could check out all of her outfit. Karen's eyes lingered a little while when she inspected Grace's backside. Snap out of it Karen! She averted her eyes until Grace had finished turning.
"You're not even looking!" Grace whined, seeing Karen's eyes looking to the side. Karen just sighed and took another sip of her drink.
"Even your least disgusting outfit is enough to burn my eyes out, but it will do" she said. "Now come on!" Karen grabbed both of their purses and half-dragged Grace out the door.
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"If this was a soap opera, we'd break out the cigarettes right about now."
"Sometimes I wonder why you can't get an acting job; you know the business so well."
"Oh shut up, fatty Trum- oh forget it" said Jack, sighing and just curling closer to Will. "I give up; you win this round of witty retorts."
Will gave a grin and pulled Jack closer. The two men were in the nude, covered from prying eyes by the comforter of the bed. "You know, after what we just did, I don't know if I want to sleep in another hotel bed without spraying it with cleaning products first" he said. Jack nodded in agreement.
"To think of all the couples that came before us, all the babies made in this bed- wait, I don't want to think about that" Jack said, screwing up his nose in disgust. "Ugh, I'll never understand why straighties find the female anatomy so appealing." He yelped slightly when Will rolled him over to face him.
"Usually I'd call you a moron, but this time I have to agree" he said, chuckling. He pulled Jack into another passionate kiss, which Jack broke this time.
"It's almost time, we can't have another go" he said, pointing to the clock on the wall. Will grumbled slightly as Jack got up to get dressed. "Oh stop it!" said Jack, pulling on his shorts and shirt. "God, and I thought I was the sex obsessed one! Oh right, I forgot, you've been so sexually starved for the past five years you're like an animal" he said, sticking his tongue out. Will just rolled his eyes and got up to get dressed.
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The two women arrived at the restaurant in a huff. After getting stuck in traffic, they abandoned Karen's limo, leaving Driver to his own devices, and ran, or what could be called running in Karen's case, getting to the restaurant only ten minutes late. Those ten minutes however, Grace knew, would be gawked over all evening by her mother. They greeted Mother Adler, who attempted to comment on Grace's clothing, but had to finally admit it was a fabulous outfit. Karen gave herself a mental pat on the back; she'd done well in picking clothing.
Grace was right, after they all sat down, the first words out of Bobbi Adler's mouth were "I'm sorry dear, did my little dinner interrupt any of your plans? I'd hate to think having to eat dinner with your poor old mother would put a strain on your day! You must've rushed right over here from something!"
Grace stayed calm and sipped some of her water. "No Mom, we just got caught in traffic. I wouldn't miss a dinner with you for the world!" Karen was sitting directly across from Grace, who averted her eyes to give Karen a stare after the comment. Karen understood; Grace would rather be any place else than this right now, Cambodia would probably be looking very nice.
The dinner continued with Bobbi's usual subtle comments and Grace's retorts. After dinner, right before coffee, Grace got up and excused herself to the bathroom. She shot a glance at Karen before leaving, and Karen realized it was a signal to follow. Excusing herself as well, claiming in a sarcastic manner that her alcohol IV drip was running dry, she followed Grace into the bathroom. Luckily the room was empty, so the two could momentarily talk in private. Grace leaned on the sink counter and gave an annoyed sigh.
"I don't know if I can last through dessert Karen!" she said. "I was clutching my wine glass so hard that it almost cracked! Can't you pretend that Driver got into an accident and get us out of here?"
Karen looked a little hurt, but Grace chalked it up to sarcasm. "So is that all I am to you Grace Adler, a distraction and a way out?" she asked. Grace rolled her eyes and looked back at Karen. The other woman gave a little smile and whipped out her cell phone. "Driver, pull around the back of the restaurant" she yelled into the phone after the man picked up. Snapping the phone closed to end the call, she replaced it in her purse.
"Thanks Karen" Grace said, smiling and placing a hand on her shoulder. "I just really need a break from family stress and problems." She was surprised when Karen looked down sadly. Then she remembered. "Oh Karen I'm so-"
"It's nothing" said Karen, shielding her face so Grace wouldn't see her wipe away a tear. I do miss Stanley she thought to herself. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and Grace turned her around slowly and gave her a hug. Karen stopped herself from burying her head fully into Grace's chest. Stop it Karen Walker! Stop it right now! she yelled at herself. She almost collapsed when Grace kissed the top of her forehead.
"Here I am whining about my mother, and you're probably going through a lot worse" Grace said softly. "I'm so insensitive…"
"Honey!" Karen said, pulling back and forcing herself back into her normal Karen attitude. "All this emotion is getting sickening. Come on, we've got to go lie to your mother and get out of her before I get sober." She turned and walked out the door, leaving a slightly confused Grace in the bathroom. Why did I kiss her forehead?