Chapter Title: The Wrong Intensity
Fandom: Will & Grace
Warnings: Slash, sex
Author's Notes: Second Will/Jack fic. :D
Prompt: Vanilla at citrus_taste
Summary: Jack and Will argue over whether or not Will is 'vanilla' and it leads to confessions.
“I'm not vanilla. Grace, tell Jack I'm not vanilla!” Will gestured at Jack and looked expectantly at his friend.
“Hey, I'm not getting involved with a discussion about your sex life. But you are vanilla.” Grace smirked.
“Hey, Grace! You're supposed to take my side, not his!” Will glared at the red head.
“Well, he just happens to be right for once.” Grace winked at Jack.
“I'm always right, but that's beside the point. The point is that you, dear William, are very vanilla when it comes to sex.” Jack patted Will on the arm.
“I am not. Everyone knows that vanilla means boring and I am not boring. Just because I don't have wild, kinky monkey sex with five different people at the same time like you, Jack, does not mean I am boring.” Will put his hands on his hips and glared at his two best friends.
“Sorry, Will, but you kind of are.” Grace said, getting off the couch and grabbing her coat and heading for the door.
“Where are you going?” Will asked.
“Got a hot date tonight. See you girls later.” Grace said, shutting the door behind her.
“Since you've finally admitted you're vanilla, shall I help you un-vanilla yourself?” Jack smiled at Will.
“I am not vanilla and I don't need your help.” Will sat down on the couch.
“You are too. Come on, Will. Admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery.” Jack sat down beside him and patted him on the shoulder.
“I don't have a problem! I don't know what you're talking about anyway. How would you know if I'm vanilla in the bedroom? Which I'm not, by the way. You wouldn't know because we've never slept together.” Will snapped, pushing Jack's hand away.
“Well, we all know you want to sleep with me, and who can blame you? I am gorgeous.” Jack smiled, looking down at himself.
“Yes, Jack. My main goal in life is to get into your pants.” Will rolled his eyes.
“Well, fine. If you're so sure you're not vanilla, how about you show me just how un-vanilla you are.” Jack crossed his arms.
“What? No! I don't have to prove anything to you. I know I'm not vanilla and that's good enough for me.” Will grumbled.
“Okay, sure Will. Whatever helps you sleep at night. But you are vanilla, you just don't want to admit it.” Jack stood up and headed for the door.
Will was up off the couch before he even realised he was moving. Jack gasped as Will spun him around and pinned him against the door, kissing him fiercely. Will grasped Jack's hips tightly, their tongues fighting for dominance, whimpers being torn from Jack's throat. Jack's arms came up and draped themselves around Will's shoulders, pulling him even closer.
Will won the battle and set about learning every surface in Jack's mouth. After he had thoroughly mapped out the new territory, he broke the kiss with a light nip to Jack's bottom lip. He leaned his forehead against the younger man's, panting heavily. Their breath mingled in the space between them, neither willing to open their eyes just yet.
Jack blinked his open first. “What was that?”
Will flinched and drew away from Jack. “I don't know. Look, forget it ever happened. It was nothing.”
Jack reached out to him. “What if I didn't want to forget it? What if I wanted it to be something?”
Will stared at him. “Are you crazy? We can't sleep together!”
“Why not?” Jack asked, blue eyes narrowed.
“Because we're friends! Everyone knows that if you sleep with your friends, then it ruins the friendship!” Will shouted. Voice rising in pitch.
“What if I wanted something more than friendship from you?” Jack asked, knowing that he was taking a huge risk with this.
“You what?” Will sputtered.
“Will, you remember back in the eighties when we were at that grocery store and I told you I loved you?” Jack asked, sitting back down on the couch.
“Yeah.” Will nodded.
“Well, I was lying when I said it was just a test. I still have feelings for you.” Jack admitted.
“You're serious?” Will looked stunned as he sat down next to Jack.
“Yeah.” Jack toyed with the hem of his shirt.
“Why didn't you tell me before now?” Will asked, still shocked.
“And have you reject me again? No thanks.” Jack scoffed.
“Well, what about all the other guys you sleep with?” Will asked, still doubtful.
“What about them? They weren't you. They were just cheap substitutes because I couldn't have the real thing. Hell, I've gotten farther with Karen and Grace than I've ever gotten with you.” Jack rolled his eyes.
“That's not true. What about the time on Karen's yacht when we woke in bed together?” Will asked.
“Nothing happened besides actual sleeping.” Jack pointed out.
“So what? You tell me you have feelings for me and then what? What am I supposed to do? Hop into bed with you? Tell you I feel the same? What do you want?” Will slumped back into the cushions.
“Well, both would be nice, but I don't see either happening, so I'll just go. I know you don't feel the same and never will, but I thought it might help me get over you if you knew. Bye Will.” Jack smiled sadly at his friend and made his way to the door again.
Once again, he is stopped by Will's lips on his. This kiss is softer, gentle, and more loving than the last one. When they pull apart, Will is silent as he takes Jack's hand and leads him into the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
He is silent as he undresses Jack, kissing and stroking every inch of skin that he reveals. He is silent as he pushes into Jack, listening to his moans and whimpers of pleasure. Even when he comes after Jack, he's silent, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, drawing blood.
They lay together, Will's arms around Jack's waist, his back pressed against Will's chest. No words are exchanged and eventually Jack falls asleep, cradled in Will's embrace.
When Will finally does speak, it's in a whisper in the dark of the room. “I love you too.”