A/N: Nanana, BATMAN - BATMAN~! Keke, how was everyone's week? Thank you to the lovelies who reviewed, followed, favorited and read.

Disclaimer: NO, I do not fucking own Will or Jem. Characters belong to Cassandra Clare. If I did own those two hotties, from my OWN opinion, there would be a Tess, but she would only be an extra character; and the book would be RATED ADULT & GAY. ;)

"Mmpf, look at that ass." Gabriel hummed.

Will and Gabriel sat on the tennis court, waiting to get subbed in. Today was a sunny day for Phys. Ed.

Will traced the blonde's trail to an ass. Tessa's ass, and his. It has been a couple of weeks since the day Will left Jem at the football field. Jem never once attempted to apologize or anything like that.

Jem bent down to pick up a tennis ball. A passing student slapped his ass nice and hard. Jem straightened up, blushing a delicate pink. Will tightened his grip on the tennis racket. Moon-shaped marks formed on his palm. Will got up and walked out of the tennis court.

"Herondale! Come back here!" the teacher called out.

Will ignored the shouts of the chubby man and threw the racket behind him. As he rounded the corner of the chain-linked fence of the court, he saw Jem looking at him. Those silver eyes filled with worry. Bullshit, Will thought.

School ended in a blur. Jem was walking with the Lightwood by his side. They looked like a couple. Will clenched his jaw, his eye twitching. He felt as if a vein on his forehead was going to pop. Will looked forward and shouldered through the mass. He bumped into Gideon, but kept walking, not caring that the blond just muttered a cuss.

Something caught onto his sweater sleeve. Will turned around and saw Jem. He had on a pleading face, his silver eyes filled with sadness. Jem quickly shoved a piece of paper in Will's pocket before Will could shake him off.

Will watched the silver head retreat back to Gideon. Will faced forward and let his feet guide him home.

Jem dropped his bag on the floor and flicked on the light.

He screamed.

Will was sitting on the couch with his iPod in his lap. He stood up, pulling out a folded piece of paper. "You asked; I'm here."

Jem shifted his feet. He was unprepared. He thought Will wouldn't come. His hopes were already given up, but here Will was.

"I- er- um- I want you t- I don't want you to hate me anymore," Jem mumbled, feeling embarassed that it sounded lame.

Will felt a pang in his chest, but his face did not show it. He wanted Jem back. He truly did. But before his wanting side could answer, "Yeah? Is that it? I have things to do, too."

Jem looked at his friend startled, then sad, then straight-faced. "Yes, it is."

Will hated that blank stare. He loathed it. If he could, he would erase it from the face of Earth. "Stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"That fucking blank face. It pisses me off," Will said.

Jem gestured to the apartment door. "You said you needed to go somewhere."

Will pushed the iPod in his pocket and walked to the door. Jem followed behind.

The freezing breeze of the night blew through the half-open door.

"Aren't you go-"

Will brushed his lips across the pale ones. His hand on the door handle dropped, letting it close by itself. Will circled his arms around the shorter boy's waist. Their bodies pressed up against each other, sharing heat.

Jem tried to take a step back, but tripped. He fell on the floor, landing on his back. His body sprawled out on the white rug, face flushed. Will studied the scene. Jem looked like last time. But this time, it looked more sexual? Yes, it was. Jem looked incredibly sexy. The way his silver hair fanned out under his head sent a hot shiver through Will's body. The way Jem's chest heaved up and down, trying to get oxygen, made Will hot. The way his t-shirt pulled up slightly and showed a bit of pale skin made Will want to attack the defenseless silver head.

"Get- out- now," Jem said.

Will got on top of Jem, acting as if no one said anything. The blonde straddled Jem down. Will grazed his thigh against Jem's crotch.

"Ngh-" Jem arched his back off the rug, trying to get closer to Will.

"I thought you said you wanted me to get out."

"Sadist," Jem mumbled. He hid his face in the crook of his arm.

Will laced his hands with Jem's. The calloused hands fit perfectly with the graceful pianist's.

Jem watched the hands be turned back and forth, stroked, and kissed. "You always had a thing with hands."

Will chuckled into the laced hands. He kissed the pale fingers with his warm lips. Jem squirmed under him.

"Stop," Jem whispered.

Will took in two fingers and sucked them slowly. He gave his attention to each. His tongue traveled down, up, down. Will dropped the hands and suddenly pulled Jem up so that he sat in the bigger one's lap. The calloused hands slipped up Jem's shirt. Jem shivered.

"Take off your pants."

Jem shook his head. His hands pushed at Will's chest.

"Why not?" Will asked. He nipped at Jem's neck.

Jem shook his head again.

Will sighed and got up. His arms still held onto Jem. Will carried the lighter boy to the couch and dropped him down.

"Since nothing's going to happen, I'm going home. I still have a few assignments to do."

Jem quickly grabbed Will's wrist. Was Will going to leave him again? Tears welled up in the corners of Jem's eyes. "Don't," he whispered.

Will smirked and kneeled in front of Jem. "I thought big boys weren't supposed to cry." His sleeve dabbed at the tears.

"I'm not crying."

"Whatever you say."

They stayed in that position. Sounds of the city filled the apartment's silence. Police sirens. Cars honking and tires screeching. A few kids yelling. It was annoying, but peaceful.

Will sat down. His legs were aching. "So... how long is this going to continue?"

"It ends now. It's late, go home," Jem said, his old self recovered.

Will leaned forward. "Where's my kiss?"

Jem frowned. "Go home, you kid."

Will leaned forward even more. Their noses were touching.

Jem's heart raced. It was weird. He never felt like this. The beating of his heart pounded in his ears. Could Will hear it?

"Where is it?"

Jem pressed his lips together, tensing up.

Will hooked his fingers around the loops of Jem's jeans. He towered over him. "You're either going to give me my fucking kiss or I'm going to pull these down, full on pound you until you burst and let you regret not giving me it."

Jem relaxed. His curled fists uncurled. He wrapped his arms around Will's neck and pulled him down. Jem tried his best to copy Will's experienced kisses, but he didn't need to. Will took over. His tongue sent electrifying shudders through Jem's body.

His bottom was reacting to the kiss. Jem pressed his legs together, willing erection to go away. But Will didn't do that to his erection. He didn't even notice he had one.

Will's bulge rubbed against Jem's knee. He moaned.

"I can't take this anymore," Will groaned.

Jem watched Will move to the other side of the room. His body bent over shivering.

"I'll see you tomorrow, James."

Will went out the door without looking back.

Jem sat on the couch, still speechless. He dropped his hands on his lap, still taking in what just happened. Something wet poked at his hands.

He was still aroused. Fuck.

A/N: Where is this story going? I have no fucking clue. Any ideas? Thanks. :)