OK. Now this chapter is completely different then I normally write. I hope it works.

This time around the boys just make a guest starring role.

I have my fingers crossed.

This chapter is dedicated to boriqua522. Hope you like it! ;)

ENJOY!

Chapter Thirty

Things Change

The boys walked down Mikey's Diner. The traffic was light for late morning and the streets were wet. Luke was so preoccupied with Noah last night he didn't even realized it rained. The first rain of Spring was always a welcomed sight. Washing away all the dirt from winter and the air had that fresh smell to it that reminded Luke of home.

Luke and Noah slid into their both at Mikey's Diner; Luke just across from Noah. Luke was right, Noah was in heaven. Luke watched as he took in his surroundings. The diner was long with four booths on each end and counter with bar stool running along the middle. The floor was white and black checkered and the walls were brushed aluminum on the bottom and bright red on top. The walls were covered with advertisements from the 50's and 60's. From car ads to advertisements for department stores, this place had it. There was even a poster sized replica of a speeding ticket that James Dean got two days before he died. Luke could not hold back his amusement about the smile that Noah was wearing right now.

"So, whatta think?" Luke asked, knowing the answer already.

"This place is amazing. We are definitely coming back here again," Noah said as he opened his menu and started to look it over.

"We, huh?" Luke asked. He and Noah hadn't been a 'we' for quite awhile. It felt nice to hear Noah say it.

"Yeah, WE are. WE are dating. WE are together," Noah was teasing and Luke couldn't help but laugh.

"YOU are a dork,"

"Maybe I am. But I love you,"

"Aww, I love YOU too,"

The rest of their meal was filled with casual conversation and pleasant pauses. But they had always been this way. They were just comfortable. Luke was always the one who had to fill silences. Probably something he inherited from his grandmother. But when he was around Noah he could just the silence be. He didn't feel the need to talk or explain or ramble. When he was with Noah, he felt peace. He had been afraid that he would not feel this again. Truth be told, he had been starting to imagine his life without Noah in it. It wasn't something that he wanted to do, but he felt it was a way to prepare himself and his heart in case they couldn't work things out. He never imagined a particular person, it was more of a faceless man. Noah's shoes would have been pretty hard to fill. Luke was so happy right now that he was almost guilty that thought that way to begin with.

They were almost done with their meal and Luke was itching to get back to the apartment. Noah had to call Dr. Johns in about half an hour and Luke wanted to get to Scott's. He needed to know what the hell happened with him and Will.

They took their time getting back to the apartment. Luke left Noah alone in the bedroom to talk to his doctor while Luke snuck across the hall to Scott's apartment. He knocked with a heavy hand and impatiently waited for his friend to open the door. He was lightly bouncing in place, almost unable to control his excitement. Scott looked through the peephole and saw Luke out there. Scott groaned and opened the door. He knew that this was coming. He opened the door and Luke almost knocked him over. He rushed in so quickly; already talking.

"Ok. You and I are going to talk. And I mean right now. I want to know what is going on,"

"Where's Noah?" Scott asked, trying to delay him a bit further.

"He's talking to his shrink and I wanted to give him some privacy. Now! Stop Stalling!" Luke sat on Scott's sofa and his feet tucked in to sit cross legged. Scott let out a breath and sat across from him. He liked Luke and deep down he wanted to tell someone about last night.

"OK. Well, the guys came over for the Cubs/White Sox game," Scott said. Luke was reminded that the baseball season started in about a week. Chicago, and Illinois in general, was always a buzz during preseason exhibition games. It was the only time of the year that the Cubs and the White Sox played; being in different leagues and all. Unless of course they were in the World Series, but that has yet to happen.

"The game started and then the rain came. The game was cancelled about four innings in. Lyle, Michael and Andy left almost right away. Leaving about dozen beer bottles, chips, popcorn, and pizza boxes everywhere. Will offered to stay and help me clean up,"

"Sex you up more like," Luke said with a sly smile.

"Luke! Do you want to hear this?"

"Sorry, sorry," Luke put his hands in defeat and tried to keep his mouth shut while Scott started.

Scott could not get over the mess that five guys could make in an hour and half. It probably didn't help that half of them were Cubs fanatics while the other half were die-hard White Sox fans. Popcorn was airborne several times, followed quickly by chips and the occasional pretzel. Scott said by to most of them leaving just him and Will. Will came out of the bathroom and was about to say goodnight when he saw the mess and all-by-himself Scott cleaning it up. He felt guilty immediately and started to help. Scott looked up and for a split second Luke voice ran through his head.

"He is completely in love with you. Anyone can see that,"

"No, he's not,"

"Please. Ok, let me lay it out for you. He flirts in front of you. He makes sexual innuendoes about other men in ear shot of you, so that you will pay attention. Constantly makes comments on how you look, sometimes resorting to dirty content, let's see what else did I leave out?"

Scott shook off the voice and went back to work.

"You really don't have to stay. I can get this,"

"Oh, come on. We leave your place a wreck every time we come here,"

"I'm sure that you have somewhere else to be,"

"Actually I don't have anything until later. I told the guy I was watching the game and we'd meet later," Will said slyly. Scott felt his stomach clench for a moment. Luke was so wrong about Will and him. He had a date with some other dude tonight. He was not in love with him. He was going to make a point of that with Luke tomorrow. They each got back to work. In about an hour's time, they had the entire place cleaned up. Luke leaned against the kitchen counter while Will finished drying the dishes. He got himself staring again. Will slipped the last dish into the cupboard and dried his hands. Scott caught himself staring at Will's hands and started to blush when Will had to say his name twice to get his attention.

"You ok?" Will asked.

"Yeah, sure. Sorry," Scott stammered out and then looked away. Will smiled to himself just a bit at Scott's flustered appearance.

"I'm gonna use your bathroom and then I'll get out of here,"

"Ok," Scott said to Will retreating form. As the bathroom door shut, Scott hit his forehead with the palm of his hand. Yes. He was going to kill Luke tomorrow. Honestly, making him think that Will could be in love with him. Scott was nervous now as he waited for Will to come out of the bathroom. He walked around the living room straightening these books and fluffing those pillows. Why was he so anxious right now? They had been friends since high school. Scott was the first one he came out to. Will came out to him the next year.

There was that one night during their sophomore year of college. It was Spring Break and they had decided to go to Cancun together. Both of them had struck out at the bars and when they got back to the room…shots were not a good idea and after that trip they vowed never to do them again. A vow neither one wanted to break. Until now.

Will came out of the bathroom and saw Scott fussing about the living room. He smiled slightly and watched his best friend. Scott was always wound just a little too tight. He was always the straight A student. Never broke the rules. Always polite and well-mannered. Will on the other hand was the opposite. Never in a steady relationship. Did well in school, but never let it cut into a good time. Maybe that was why they were such good friends. Ying and Yang. They fit. Will swallowed hard at that thought and stepped back into the hallway a bit. He didn't Scott to know he had been watching him.

"Ok, I'm gonna get going," he said as he slammed the bathroom door shut.

"Oh ok," Scott said as he unconsciously rubbed his hands on his thighs. They met at the door and paused for a second. "I'll ah let you know when the game is rescheduled,"

"Oh ok. Well, goodnight," Will responded.

And then he did it.

Scott stepped towards Will and kissed him. It wasn't a quick peck or a movie kiss. There was nothing friendly or dirty in it. It was just them. Will pulled back a bit and looked Scott in the eyes. He had never seen a pair of eyes with so wanting and warmth in his life. He kissed him right back. Will slammed into Scott; taking the blonde's face in his hands. Scott pulled Will's waist to his and groaned as Will sucked on his lower lip. Will turned Scott and pushed his back against the door. He pushed his thigh between Scott's legs and Scott threw his head back. The friction between them was driving Scott crazy. It was like Will had turned Scott's dial to 11. Will took advantage of the exposed skin of his neck; he kissed, licked and nibbled all that he could get to. Scott pulled on Will shoulders; he just could not get Will close enough to him, at least with their clothes on. Will almost winced when Scott dug his fingers into his shoulders.

Will slipped his hands under the hem of Scott's t-shirt and relished in the warm skin underneath. Scott felt electricity firing off of all of his nerves when Will's hands touched the skin on his back. It was almost as if he turned on a light switch. Scott could feel his skin getting warmer and warmer, sweat starting to come through his pores. His breathing was coming out in pants as Will continued to slide his hands across Scott's skin. Before he realized it, Will had pulled Scott's shirt up and off. The cool air in the apartment hit his moist skin and sent shivers over his whole body, but the shivers didn't last long. Will looked down at the slightly shorter other man. Scott's eyes were half open and air was rushing in and back out of him. He slid his hands up Scott's arms, over his shoulders, and down his chest. Will's mouth followed his fingers and was soon licking and nibbling down Scott's chest; causing Scott's back to arch. Scott grabbed onto Will's biceps and pulled him back to face him. Scott decided that he wanted to be in the driver's seat for a little while.

He pushed on Will's chest and turned him around; facing the wall. Will's chest was flush with the wall and Scott was right up against him. Scott untucked Will's black t-shirt and pulled it off his body. Will looked over his shoulder and was surprised. Scott was never like this. Scott was always the good guy, not the one who took control. Scott could not help but take in the few of his friend Will's back. The muscles moved and stretched under his skin; skin that he needed to taste. Will jumped slightly when he felt Scott's tongue on his back. Scott licked in one long, slow swath from the small of his back up to his shoulders. As he came up to Will's shoulders, he ground his pelvis into Will. Will pushed back into Scott and groans came from both men. Scott slid his hot hands around Will's ribs and across his abs while his mouth latched onto a tight muscle in his shoulder. He lightly scrapped his nails across Will's stomach; causing the brunette to jump and laugh slightly.

The rain was hitting Scott bedroom windows as they two men crashed into the room. Scott had Will's face in his hands and was walking Will back towards the bed. Will hit the bed just behind his knees and he fell back into the mattress. Scott quickly relieved Will of his pants and his followed quickly after. Will pushed himself back on the bed and up to the pillows. Scott crawled up Will's body. He could see all the muscles in Scott's shoulders and sides moving as he slowly made his way up. Will had to swallow hard.

He wanted to be selfish.

He wanted to take Scott; hard and now and all night.

But Scott was his best friend. He loved him. Scott took things to heart all the time and he did not want something like this to come between them, no pun intended. But wait, where did Scott learned to do that with his tongue. Will lost all train of thought while Scott made his way up to his mouth. Will's hands latched onto Scott's waist and pulled their bodies together, much to delight of each man. When Will was finally able to put two thoughts together that extended past ahhhh, he took Scott's face in his hands. He needed to ask him a question. Scott's brow furrowed with confusion; how did he stop?

"Are you sure about this? After this moment, I'm not going to be able to stop," he said as he lightly brushed his thumb across Scott's slightly swollen lower lip. Scott smiled slightly and reached across Will to his nightstand. He pulled out a bottle lube and a sleeve of condoms. He dropped them on Will's stomach and raised his eyebrows.

Will took that as a yes.

So he took Scott. Several times.

The next morning, the sun was streaming into Scott's bedroom. He was lying on his stomach; groaned slightly as he rose up onto his elbows. He took him about 15 seconds to remember what happened last night. He smiled wide when he thought about all the hot and sweaty and the hot and sweaty. He rolled onto his back and he was alone. He suddenly felt sick.

What had he done?

He knew Luke was wrong!

Scott listened and he could hear the shower was running. He sat up and winced in pain, but it was the good kind. The kind that made him glad to be a man and of course gay. He limped slightly into the bathroom and slowly pushed open the door. He could see the silhouette of Will behind the shower curtain. Scott bit on his lower lip as he inched closer to the shower. He carefully slipped in behind Will and watched him for a moment. He had his hands on the shower wall and his head was hanging low. The spray was hitting the top of his spine and the water cascaded down his back and over his ass. Scott suddenly wanted to bite it. He could see where had he bit Will last night. He thought it was the third time his came last night. He was so wrapped up in Will that he didn't even realize that he did it until after.

Scott ran his hands up Will's shoulder blades and Will jumped in shock.

"You scared me," Will said as Scott pulled him; his back against Scott's chest. Part of him wanted to flee, but one part of him was making his decisions at the moment and it wasn't his brain. He cursed his body. I thought you were on my side.

"Good morning," Scott said and then ran his hand down Will's body and took Will into his hand. Will moaned and pushed back into his friend. Scott licked at the bite wound his gave Will, lightly sucking at the welt. Suffice it to say, their shower did not end anytime soon.

Will was in the living room slipping his shirt on when Scott came out of the bathroom running a towel over his wet hair. Will paused as he saw water dripping down Scott naked chest. Focus. He had to get out of here.

"I have to go or I'm gonna be late for my sociology lecture,"

"Ok. Call me later?" As soon as the words left his lips, he wanted to snatch them back.

"Ah, sure. I better go," Will grabbed his jacket and was out the door. On any other time, he would have known that Will was trying to hide something, but right now he was a bit blind. He was happy. What happened with Will was supposed to happen. He wanted it to. He would not take it back for anything.

"What am I going to do? What am I going to do? What am I going to do? What am I going to do?" Will mumbled to himself. He was sitting at the coffee shop on the corner. He had downed an espresso and was waiting for another when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and saw Noah standing there.

"Will, right? Are you ok?" He could see something was distressing the guy. After everything he and Luke had gone through, he felt that he had seen everything. Will was important to Scott; Scott was important to Luke; Luke was important to Noah; so he felt he had to help him. If Will would let him.

"And that's where you came in," Scott said to a silent Luke.

"Wow. I wonder if Noah is done with his shrink yet?" Luke said and then gave Scott a sideways glance.

Both men laughed even though they knew that Luke was only half-kidding.

Well? It was different then I normally write. I hope it played out well.

I had a hard time getting through it. Like always...I wanna know what you think.

Thanks!