After The StormChapter Three

Pairing: Will/Jack; unrequited Jack/Karen.

Warnings: Strong sexual content and language. Don't like it? Don't read.


"Mmm...Will..."

The breathy sound of Jack's moans roused Will from his sleep, and he ran his fingers over his eyes swiftly, trying to get the bits of sleep out of them.

Looking to his side, he saw Jack; his arms wrapped comfortingly around his pillow and the thin sheet of the bed wrapped loosely around the calves of his sinewy legs. One hand was at his lower waist, the tips of his fingers dipping into the waistband of his boxer-briefs.

Will didn't know what to make of the scene. Part of him wanted to lay his head on the pillow again, and just fall asleep. Pretend it never happened. Yet another stronger part of him wanted to watch Jack continue.

A sigh escaped Jack's lips as the hand went further down, and Will saw his erection stretching the fabric generously. He saw Jack's slender fingers curl around himself, and slowly move up and down in a broken rhythm.

Smiling, Will removed the covers from his body and moved closer to the young man slumbering beside him. Using his flattened palm, he caressed Jack's stomach, moving in slow circles.

His hand traveled up his lover's nightshirt, and he felt the lustful heat from Jack's chest rise to warm him. While he did this, he moved his mouth onto Jack's, kissing him softly. Jack didn't stir at all, his lips remained stationary, giving Will an unrecognizable surge of arousal. With all of the people he slept with, Will had always been the submissive one. Now, he was in full control.

He moved downward and kissed Jack's neck, feeling a blistering heat on his lips. That didn't stop him, though, and he continued intensely, nibbling his collarbone lightly.

Jack's eyes fluttered open sleepily, but he didn't move. His lips parted, and a contented sigh escaped him. As Will progressed, his breaths got deeper and deeper, and he squirmed on the bed, giggling as Will's lips slipped below the collar of his shirt.

"Will," he whispered, his hand still moving gingerly down below. A smile formed on Will's lips while he silenced Jack with a kiss on the lips. "Shh," he whispered, sweeping his tongue across the roof of Jack's mouth.

Jack settled back on the mattress, letting Will's hands roam across his body while his mouth worked on his neck, nibbling and sucking on it softly. Will's hand traveled downwards and grasped Jack's, pushing it away.

Finally getting impatient, Jack wrapped his arms around Will's neck, pulling their mouths together and exploring his mouth with his tongue. Smiling, Will pulled back and ran his hands through Jack's hair, making the younger man groan in anticipation.

"Will...come on...come over here." His breaths were short and broken, and he moved his hands to Will's waist, trying to pull him closer. But Will kept on grinning, and rubbed his shoulder comfortingly.

"Jack, for the first time in your life, just trust me, okay?" he said innocently, though the smile still lurking on his face promised anything but innocence.

Crossing his arms over his chest and making a face, Jack turned over on the bed, his back facing Will. "Now come on, don't give me that face," Will said. He turned Jack over and nuzzled his pale, slender neck with his forehead. "Stop being such a little bitch."

"I thought you said you didn't talk dirty in bed, Will."

A smirk graced Will's face, and he moved his head beside Jack's ear. "I lied," he whispered delicately, darting his tongue out to lick Jack's earlobe.

Giggling, Jack turned back towards him, moving as close as he could. Will kissed him passionately, his left hand reaching down and pulling Jack upwards by his waist. Breaking the kiss, Will slid his hand into Jack's boxer-briefs, and enclosed his hand around Jack's cock. Jack took in a sharp breath and grasped the sheets of the bed tightly.

Will smiled and kissed his neck again while his hand went to work. Jack shivered and shook on the bed. That's what he did when he got excited, Will noticed. He hardly moaned or gasped his name, but his shook. Will felt Jack cling to him, closing his eyes and shivering into him.

As time went by, Will's strokes got faster, more urgent. Jack's breathing sped up, and he clung to Will desperately, shaking slightly as he exhaled. Will stopped and stripped Jack of his boxer-briefs, leaving him completely exposed. Just staring at him for a minute, Jack asked breathlessly, "What's the matter, Will?"

Will closed his eyes and shook his head. He remembered what the doctor had told him earlier that day.

It spread to AIDS rather quickly. Faster than we thought it would. I'm afraid he has a week at the most. Probably less. I'm sorry.

"We're going to do this," Will whispered, more to himself than to Jack. "We need to do this, and we're going to do it now."

"Will, what are you talking about? What's going on?"

Will pressed his lips onto Jack's firmly, quieting him. Shut up, please, he begged silently. Don't ask questions and don't talk, just please shut up.

Still kissing Jack, Will used the hand not pinning Jack to the bed to reach into the bedside table and grab a tube of lotion. Jack struggled against his mouth, but Will was stronger than him.

As Will broke the kiss, Jack stared at the lotion in his hand. "Will..." he asked, scared at the glazed look in his eyes. "What are you going to do?"

Removing his own briefs that he slept in, he took off the top of the tube and applied the lotion on his length. "This." he said simply, preparing to penetrate Jack.

"William Truman! Have you lost your mind as well as your hair!" Jack exclaimed, jumping up on the bed and moving towards his pillow. "We can't do that, especially with you not having a condom on! Jeez, even I have more common sense than that! You could get sick."

"I don't care. Not anymore," Will said, kissing Jack again. Jack pulled back immediately, but Will had a firm grip on his shoulders.

"Will! Let me go! You're being ridiculous! Now stop this. You're acting like a child. And do you even know what that means coming from me?" he said, trying to get Will to laugh. "I don't want you to get sick."

"I want to, though," Will said painfully, tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm not letting you go through this alone, Jack. Not anymore."

"Sweetie, it's a little too late for that. I've already had this stupid disease for- what, twenty months? Honey, I don't want you to get hurt, especially not because of me."

"But I want to," Will wiped his face with the back of his hand and grabbed Jack's hand. "I don't want to live without you, Jack."

Jack's eyes softened, and all of a sudden, he looked tired. "Will..." he trailed off wearily, burying his face in his hands and looking up again. "There's nothing you can do. There's nothing anyone can do. Since you can't stop it, it will happen. But it's not happening now. I'm still here, and I'm not going anywhere for a long time. You don't have to worry, because I'm going to keep fighting. And do you know why?" he asked, tilting his head at Will.

"Why?"

Jack smiled and grabbed Will's hand. "Because you're here. If it wasn't for you, I'd probably have dropped dead the second the doctor told me. But you told me. And you're here for me now. And I'm still here."

Making a pathetic sound and sinking into the bed, Will pulled Jack towards him. Not noticing his frown, Jack laid on his back and settled next to him, fixating his gaze on Will's eyes. An idea formed in Will's head, and he smiled wickedly. Turning onto his side and looking into the eyes of the man next to him, his hand wandered slowly down Jack's front, and Jack gasped as he felt the warmth of Will's hand enclose on him.

"Will.." he said, his breaths broken and airy, "What did I just say?"

Will kissed and shushed him. "Relax. I'm not going to do that," he said, his strokes getting more vigorous and rapid. And soon, Jack couldn't argue. In fact, he couldn't speak at all...


Will looked up at the luxurious mansion in front of him. He couldn't believe hat he was doing, but he had promised Jack. The sky was surprisingly gray, and Will found that so completely appropriate, he laughed at himself.

"I can't believe I'm fucking doing this," he said aloud to no one. He walked up the sidewalk and to the front door. Just walking in, he noticed that there was no one around, which was odd, because usually the mans was sprawling with maids and butler, and Rosario. None of them were in sight.

"Karen?" he yelled, walking up the stairs and into her bedroom. The bed was neatly made and candles were distributed generously throughout the room, but no one was in sight. "It's Will," he went on. "I need to talk to you, where are you?"

His voice echoed through the large, empty mansion, but no one answered. Will shivered, feeling very weird, as if something bad had happened. Then, he started to get angry.

"I just wanted to come here and say thanks for not coming to the hospital or the funeral. We had such a nice time there, and Jack appreciated it so much. It was the last time you would ever show up for anything for him, and you didn't make it. Other plans I guess? So you can make it to his stupid one man show, but you can't pay respects to your best friend after he fucking died? "

What the hell is the matter with you? Did you have to inject your face full of poison and accidently forgot?" he went on, getting angrier with each passing second. "Or were you too busy drowning yourself in alcohol? Do you need more vodka or something, because there's plenty of it, and only ONE Jack. How could you do this? How could you think of–"

"Oh shut up already!"

Karen's high-pitched voiced resounded against the walls, stopping Will in the middle of his tirade.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice almost machine-like. "Who let you in?" a martini glass was enclosed in one hand, a cigarette in the other. She took a drag and closed her eyes, slowly opening them as she exhaled.

"It doesn't matter who let me in. Why weren't you at the hospital? Or at Jack's funeral? Did you lose your invitation in the mail? Or were you too high or too drunk off of your ass to care about–"

Will stopped at the grave look on Karen's face. It wasn't her normal higher than a kite and still going higher expression that he was used to seeing. She looked right into his eyes, cutting through him like he never thought possible. "You say one more word," she said, her voice as cold as her look, "and I will make you wish you were never born. I had my reasons for not being there. I had better things to do."

"Better things to do!" Will exclaimed, his eyes widening in shock. "He was fucking dying! He asked for you, you know that? He would look right at me and ask me where his Kare-bear was, and I had to tell him that you weren't there. I had to tell him that you probably weren't going to show. And do you know what he said to me?"

He paused, waiting for here to show some sort of emotion. But her face was frozen in place, the incisive stare still intact and penetrating through him so much, he could feel it.

"He said, 'It's okay. She probably has a reason for not coming. It's alright. I just hope she's okay.' He wanted to know how you were! He was worried for you! And just where were you, huh Karen? Where did you have to be? What was so important that you had to miss your best friend's last minutes on Earth with you?"

A dangerous glare flashed through Karen's eyes, and her hand tightened around her glass. Will didn't even see it coming right at him until it hit his arm.

"What the fuck?" he screamed, jumping out of the way a little too late. The remnants of alcohol splashed onto his jacket and the glass shattered on the floor next to him. He glanced at Karen, his mouth open in shock. "What is wrong with you!"

Karen walked up to Will, so closely that her face was inches away from his. "You have no idea what these last few months have been for me, Wilma," her voice remained monotonous, and for a brief second, Will was scared. "Poodle was my best friend, and I've never had someone like that. Whenever he was with me, he was perky and happy. I couldn't see him sick I can't see someone I lo–"

She paused, unsure if she should continue or not. Will glared at her. "What?" he asked coaxingly, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

A look of vulnerability clouded Karen's eyes. She looked down to the ground and responded softly, "I can't see someone I love so much like that."

"Love?" Will spoke questioningly. Karen nodded, her eyes shimmering with tears. Will paused, taken aback with the sudden display of emotion. One part of him wanted to scream, and the other part wanted to cry. He didn't know what to do. So he did both.

"More than me?" he asked, his voice raising grievously. Karen hesitated, than nodded. "Since the day I met him."

Something inside Will snapped, and in a moment he found himself consumed with rage. "Don't you fucking dare even talk to me about loving Jack more than me. Do you know what I did for him! Do you have any idea what I had to see him go through? I had to watch him throw up his own blood and then watch him clean it up because he didn't want me to get sick! I couldn't even have sex with him, because he thought it would be too risky and he didn't want to see me hurt!

"I had to wait twenty fucking years to be with him. I could have told him so many times before then and been with him longer, but I was too scared. And when I stopped being scared, he fucking died. I went through the most agonizing years of my life wondering if there was ever a chance that we possibly could be together."

Will was screaming, his voice was growing more hoarse by the minute. Tears were streaming down his face, and it glowed red with anger and sorrowfulness. And through his entire tirade, Karen's expression remained the same. It glared at him with that same snobbery she was known for, and Will was irritated that even a friends death couldn't even break through that mask.

"I don't even know why I came here in the first place. I hope I never see your damn face again, and I hope you burn in Hell."

As he turned to walk away, he noticed a tear trickle down her face, and it looked as if she was about to break. Her mouth wavered, and her jaw tightened noticeably. Will almost paused. He almost went over there to comfort her.

But he couldn't. He kept walking, and didn't look back.


Will didn't have any dreams that night. The entire night was filled with an unsettling silence, and no matter how hard he tried, there was nothing. He was nothing.

Without Jack, he had nothing to live for.