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It was to be expected. She had withdrawn so much from him, after all. That wasn't her fault, of course, and Jack could never have blamed her for it; he loved her too much.
It wasn't that he was angry at her – what was happening was not her fault, and even her retreating the way she had wasn't abnormal for someone in her position. Jack didn't hate her, didn't wish her any ill will. He loved her as much as he ever had, maybe more now that he was so close to being without her. It wasn't that he didn't care about Bella or didn't want to be with her or anything like that, but there were things he longed for that she couldn't give him anymore. He had felt himself wanting touch, wanting intimacy, all that physical closeness he had once had with his wife before the cold shadow of looming death had wedged itself between them. He hated himself for having those thoughts, for wanting those things, even though he knew it was just as natural as Bella pulling away from him.
The funny thing about studying behavioral science is that it always makes sense when it's someone else – but one's own behavior remains just as confounding as it ever was. If it had been anybody else, he could've accepted the rationale. It would've made sense; his wife was dying, after all. She had pulled away from him, as the fatally ill often did, and despite his commitment to her he still felt the ache of an abrupt absence of affection in his life: a silence where once there was sound, a hole where once there was a heart. So he looked for it elsewhere, in passing glances, in a brushing of hands, in thoughts about cheating on his wife, fantasies of torrid nights spent with someone else.
How could he, when she was so weak? When she was at her most vulnerable, so stunningly frail for a woman who was so unused to being frail, how could he betray her? Surely, it was unforgivable – but it was what he did.
Out of all the people, he had never expected it to be Will. Maybe Alana Bloom, beautiful but withdrawn, hiding unexpected hurt beneath her stoic shell. Maybe Beverly Katz, spirited and determined, hiding a surprising curiosity. He had courted a lot of women in passing thoughts, brief unwanted images creeping into his mind that he immediately shoved aside with a bitter pang of guilt. But he had certainly never thought about Will like that, or indeed any other man at all, which made it that much more surprising when it was Will that ended up stealing him.
Will hadn't come into work that day. It was the first time he had ever done so, even in his most dire and desperate of states, and it left Jack worried beyond words. He kept telling himself that he should have been content with it, that it was better for Will to know his limits, but he still kept coming back to wondering what could have brought him to this point. Why now, of all times, had Will decided not to come in? Was he really just trying to recover himself, or had something happened to him? Of course he wouldn't tell Jack about what was going on in his tormented mind, no matter how desperate he was. But he wanted to know – he needed to know, or else the guilt might eat him alive.
So he drove all the way out to the middle of nowhere in the dark to go see him. A cacophony of dogs greeted him rowdily as he trudged up to the quaint, welcoming home sheltered by the rural stillness of Wolf Trap, Virgina. Within a moment, however, the canine chorus was soon shushed by a lethargic human voice from further in. Will caught sight of Jack and weaved his way up to the screen door through the shifting sea of fur, soothing the excited dogs as he went. As soon as the door was opened, several of them flooded out onto the porch and began intensely running their noses over Jack, commenting with sniffs and huffs when they regarded a particularly interesting scrap of scent somewhere on his clothes. “They won't bite.” Will assured Jack, attempting to guide the dogs so that they formed a clear enough path for Jack to move through.
Will didn't look that much more ragged than he usually did, though there was a touch of color to his face which made Jack wonder if he had been drinking. However, he made no comment. “So, uhh...what brings you here?” Will asked, with a sort of guarded tone that indicated he was wary of Jack's intentions.
“I wanted to make sure you were alright.” Jack answered, his smooth, even voice not betraying the internal conflict that roiled within him. That question burned beneath his skin; what had brought him here? He didn't know the real answer himself, and knew Will would see through his thin excuse without any effort.
“I'm fine, Jack.” Huffed Will, more than slightly terse.
“It's not like you to take days off.” Was Jack's surprisingly prompt answer.
“And it's not like you to drive all this way after dark just to come check up on me.” Will retorted. Jack was silent; he had no proper answer. “Well, you wanna come in?” Will then sighed, turning back towards the door and clicking his tongue at his dogs to round them up and usher them into the house. Jack accepted silently, heading into the dim, quiet house. He was barely past the threshold when Will turned to him and solemnly asked, “What's this really about?”
Jack paused a moment before he spoke. He didn't know what this was really about, but he wasn't about to let Will know that. “I was worried about you.” He finally answered, speaking as levelly as possible. That wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either. Jack was good at half-lies.
“Worried about me, or worried about me not being there?” Will asked icily.
“Worried about you.” Jack assured him, smooth and stoic. Of course Will was defensively thinking that Jack only wanted results, but in reality his thoughts couldn't have been aimed further in the opposite direction. “I wouldn't know if something was really wrong with you, would I?” He defended, well aware that that was a loaded question that Will might interpret as somewhat threatening.
Will half-laughed at him, shaking his head in dismissal. “Maybe not.” He muttered. One of the dogs circled back around and resumed vigorously sniffing Jack, then nudging his gloved hand insistently with its nose. “She...she wants to be petted.” Will told Jack, his hesitance sounding so familiar, reminding Jack of when he'd first met the nervous, mousy FBI Academy professor. Jack eyed Will silently before pulling his glove off and crouching down to get nearer to the dog's level. It sniffed his hand intently when he offered, following with a few soft, cursory licks. Jack turned his palm down to playfully stroke the dog's ears, and it seemed to enjoy as much, pushing into the affection with a contented snort.
Jack had thought about getting a dog – however, his thoughts always went back around to how high-maintenance most dogs were, and how much time he spent away from the house while he was at work. Maybe he'd get a cat instead. It'd be so lonely around the house after Bella was gone, after all; maybe it would be nice to have something that could fill a little bit of that space. The funny thing about that, though, was that Jack was already lonely – so much so that he wondered if he wouldn't be less lonely once he was actually alone.
“She likes you.” Will commented, with a short nod towards the silky-furred dog who was relishing in the attention she was getting from Jack. Will then took a step forward and hunkered down near Jack, stroking down his dog's back while Jack scratched her ears. This abrupt softening from his previous terse, defensive demeanor seemed all but miraculous. Jack was, however, more happy about this change than he was suspicious. He let a second or so of silence pass, glad to see Will calm for a moment. It felt nice to share that brief window of serenity, of softness, of silent contentment with him.
“What's wrong, Will?” Jack asked, in a quieter, gentler voice than Will had perhaps ever heard from him. Will kept petting his dog, looked pensive for a moment, then let loose a heavy sigh.
“I kissed Alana Bloom.” He murmured, almost as though he didn't quite want Jack to hear. Jack was puzzled; he wasn't sure quite how that had become such a disheartening dilemma for Will. Will laughed softly, and, seeming to almost read Jack's mind, continued, “It, uhh, wasn't as nice as it sounds.”
“You wanna talk about it?” Jack asked. The dog wriggled happily between them and pointed her nose at Will's face, giving him a short flurry of enthusiastic licks. Will ruffled her ears and kissed her forehead softly, leaving Jack smiling at his affection for his pet.
“I-It was just...” Will tried to begin, losing the words quickly and resigning himself with a frustrated sigh. As he rose back to his feet, Jack mirrored him, wanting to stay at eye level even though he knew Will wouldn't mind at all if Jack's eyes stayed far from his own. “It was...impulsive, I guess.” Will sighed, still stumbling over his words. “We shouldn't have done it.” Will looked away from Jack's face as he spoke, watching his dogs slowly mill about and settle back into their places after the disturbance of Jack's arrival.
“I understand.” Jack said softly, feeling a fresh surge of guilt, empathizing with that impulse all too well. Will nodded nervously, some unspoken thought still obviously rattling around in his head.
“That wasn't...” He gasped, as though struggling to breathe between his own thoughts. He faltered quickly yet again, weak and disheveled. “I don't know. That wasn't why it felt wrong.” Will sought his answer from himself clumsily, in a sort of floundering, uncertain way Jack had almost never seen from such an exceptionally cunning individual.
Perhaps it was the same way Jack felt about himself – he'd thought himself so intelligent, so learned in the ways of human behavior, until he had to look at his own. Then, all of a sudden, none of it made sense.
“It didn't feel like I thought it would.” Will admitted, sounding almost guilty, almost ashamed. None of it made sense. Nothing felt like you thought it would. Will lifted his head, and Jack looked longingly into the lens of his handsome gray eyes. He could've sworn Will was looking back at him, unafraid, unthreatened, willing to share himself with Jack at last.
What happened next was inexplicable. One moment they were looking at each other, then the next they were in each other's arms, Will's lips against Jack's, sharing a tender, passionate kiss. It was intimate and warming, but demanded nothing past itself. And yet, when they parted, a curious sort of look suspended between them like a single taut wire, the first thing either did was lapse into the kiss again. Jack lifted a hand to brush the side of Will's face, his body weight pushing the other back towards the wall. Will accepted this intrusion, going all but limp with Jack pressed against him. Jack's fingers slid back towards his hair, lacing through his soft, bouncy curls to cup the back of his head. A breath of cold, stale air hissed into Will's mouth as he wrenched his lips away, apparently having all but suffocated himself on the taste of Jack's lips.
A spark flashed through his eyes – a look Jack had never seen from the other before. It was vibrant and longing in a way that the clever and withdrawn Will Graham so seldom was. Perhaps this had been a test – when he had kissed Alana, it hadn't made him feel the way he thought it should, so now he was trying to see if kissing Jack matched his expectations.
“Jack...” A hoarse, warm whisper came from Will, perfectly irresistible. He pecked at Jack's lips again, a few short, needy kisses silently pleading with him for more.
“Does this feel like you thought it would?” Jack half-joked, his voice soft and husky as he basked in Will's affection.
“It feels right.” Hummed Will, with only a tinge of guilt. Jack wrapped his arms around Will and pulled him closer, choking that notion out of his thoughts. What felt right was not always what was right. Certainly Will knew that as well, but had decided not to heed it.
Now it was up to Jack to decide whether or not he ignored it as well. Will was eager to sway him, rubbing his coarse beard against the rough skin of Jack's face as he nuzzled his way down to the precise spot where his neck met his jaw, laying his lips there to kiss the rising pulse which thrummed steadily beneath his skin. “Will...” Jack choked. “We shouldn't.” He attempted feebly to argue with himself, knowing he would lose and knowing Will was not on his side.
“I know.” Will admitted, his voice soft and close to Jack's neck, billowing warm and tempting against his skin. That same knowledge had not stopped him many times in the past, and had not always stopped Jack either – and this time might not be any different. It was an unfortunate truth, but one which he knew he couldn't ignore. It went against his better judgment, but such had been reduced down to little more than a nagging undercurrent pulling backwards against the part of him that knew he was going to give in anyway. Will kissed his lips desperately, needily, a faint whine welling up into the back of his throat.
Jack nudged him off gently, clearing his throat before softly asking, “Do you have...what we need?”
“I...I think so.” Was Will's answer, hasty and not offering the easy excuse Jack had wanted. Will could tell that Jack was searching for another way to divert him and lunged in to kiss him again, to drag him back under and melt away his will to say no. Jack kissed him back, unable to resist the taste of his mouth, the soft but fervent passion radiating from him. He was perfectly alluring, as if he had planned all of this down to the most intimate detail, flawlessly calculated what would make him irresistible to Jack when the other man was so weak from loneliness. “I need you.” Pleaded Will, holding Jack's head in his hands, lips still hovering hardly half an inch from Jack's own.
Jack followed him mechanically, knowing he was too weak to resist, knowing that he needed Will just as much as Will needed him. In the span of what felt like only a few moments, he was pushing Will down onto his bed, kissing him hard again as the other man arched his back eagerly beneath him, trying to touch as much of Jack as possible. Will wrapped his arms around him, drew him even closer, dragging him further down into the depths of his own desire. The two were wrapped up in each other for a long time, until eventually Jack managed to pull himself away.
He found himself staring down with no more room for excuses that thing which he knew he had been feeling and yet refused to acknowledge out of fear that such would only strengthen it. It was lust, primal and callous, one of the many improprieties that came with being an animal. Lust was a part of thought, and therefore a part of behavior, and when it was someone else's depravity it felt so sickeningly easy to unravel. But seeing it within his own behavior had as of yet been too far beyond Jack.
He did not want to be lustful. Lust was a petty and oafish thing far beneath a man of his maturity.
Yet it was lust that he felt radiating like heat from Will's skin. His gently parted lips were flushed cherry-red, with puffs of harsh, needy breath eking from between them. Jack laid a hand on the side of Will's face and ran his thumb over his wet lips. “You're going to be good for me, hmm?” He purred, rolling Will's lower lip beneath the tip of his thumb.
“Yes,” Hummed Will, holding his arms around Jack, leaning into the gentle touch of his hand. “I'll make it good for you.” Jack was surprised to feel Will moving, maneuvering Jack off of himself and coaxing the other man into a standing position. Jack accepted his whims, not expecting such an assertive move from Will but complying nonetheless. Will fought with his belt for a moment before swiftly and precisely pulling his zipper down and tugging his cock out in a matter of seconds. Jack didn't even have so much as a chance to speak before Will already had it in his mouth, at which point Jack no longer had it in him to say anything and merely stood there stunned to silence, threading his fingers through Will's plush curls of hair in a play for stability more so than control. The feeling of Will's hot, wet mouth on him was already making his knees start to grow weak and his breath flutter.
“Will – God...” Jack tried to speak and failed, losing his cognitive strength in the face of sheer pleasure. He cupped the back of Will's head, and the other man needed no further prompting to continue fervently sucking Jack's rapidly hardening cock, giving an impatient little wriggle to demonstrate his eagerness. He hooked his thumb around the base of Jack's shaft to hold it still while he pulled back his focus, coyly running his tongue in circles around the tip, letting soft, breathy moans slip out of his mouth between strokes of his tongue. “Where'd you learn how to do that?” He purred, twisting Will's curly hair in his fingers.
“I've got good intuition.” Hummed Will, coy but startlingly well-composed. He slowly stroked Jack's cock, letting the other man feel how soft and smooth his palm was. “Mmh...I want you.” Will murmured, giving Jack his most endearing, wide-eyed look.
“You're...you're sure?” Jack staggered, knowing very well he was asking himself the question more so than he was asking Will.
“Yes.” Will whispered, his warm breath feeling almost as pleasurable as the touch of his tongue. As if cued by some unrecognized subtlety of Jack's behavior, Will sprang to remind him just how good his mouth really felt. Jack's hand tightened in his hair and he gently bucked his hips forward, Will whimpering slightly as Jack pushed deeper than he had been expecting. However, he didn't pull back, grasping at Jack's open fly to hold himself steady.
“Can you look at me, baby?” Jack crooned, taking Will's reaction as encouragement and gently thrusting into his mouth again. Will held still for a split second before giving a tepid glance upwards at Jack's face. Jack hastily brushed Will's messy hair back from his face to get a better look at his wide, handsome blue-gray eyes. Will carefully kept his gaze away from Jack's eyes as he stared upwards, but Jack didn't mind, tenderly stroking Will's hair and murmuring words of praise. After only a short time, Will looked away again, and Jack tightened his fingers in Will's hair as his hand slipped down towards the back of Will's head. “Good boy.” He murmured, already feeling the distant tug of raw pleasure subverting his control and knowing it would only get worse. Will's mouth worked its way up and down his shaft faster, Jack shoving back against him and listening to him choke softly.
“Mmh, Jack.” Squeaked Will, releasing the needy grasp of his mouth with a single sharp, deep breath. Jack watched, enamored, as Will ran his tongue from the base of his cock to the tip, tonguing the slit until Jack simply couldn't hold still anymore and had to pitch into his mouth again. Will seemed eager to comply, grasping at the base of his cock and giving an excited little wriggle forward. Jack, however, pulled him off after a moment.
“Not yet, baby.” He panted, stroking the side of Will's face, feeling the scratch of his beard beneath his hand. “You want me in you, hmm? Then slow down a little.” Declared Jack. Will drew in a deep, raspy breath and slowly nodded against Jack's palm. Jack smoothed his hair a few times before gesturing him vaguely towards the bed. Will understood nonetheless, hauling himself to his feet and then hastily beginning to strip his clothes off. Jack watched him hungrily, barely coming to enough to start shedding his own outer layers of clothing. He was halted yet again when he finally saw Will's svelte, muscular form bare before his eyes. Will wasted no time, clambering up onto his unmade bed and gripping the sheets in his fists as he positioned himself, legs gently parted, spine bowed in the middle, face shy and lightly flushed.
Jack could hear Will's staggering breath, already trembling with want. His own shook almost as much. He stopped in the middle of unbuttoning his shirt to pull himself flush with the end of the shallow single bed and lay a gentle hand against Will's thigh, where he paused to savor how hot that skin was already before softly encouraging him to spread his legs further.
“Do you have...?”
Will cleared his throat roughly and nodded at the other end of the bed. “Y-Yeah. I thought Alana might come back, so...” Will trailed off awkwardly, scoffing at his own apparent foolishness. “The, uhh, the nightstand drawer.” He coughed, attempting to keep his faintly blushing face out of Jack's view. A subtle smile crowned Jack's face at Will's attempt to hide his embarrassment, but he let the other continue believing that Jack had not seen him reveal his shyness. Saying nothing, he obeyed Will's directions and pulled open the drawer, finding it hollow and clear of clutter save for an unused bottle of lube and a box of condoms. So, Will had been telling the truth earlier – he was prepared. They were both unused, it seemed, so it seemed Will had also been honest when he'd mentioned getting them in anticipation of Alana changing her mind. The condoms made sense, of course, but the lube was a bit more unexpected. It was fortunate for him and Jack, of course, but it had some slightly more risque implications given the context Will had provided.
“You thought Alana might be the kinky type, huh?” Jack commented provocatively. Will immediately turned his face as far away from Jack as he possibly could, whatever words he wanted to say collapsing into a staggering grunt.
“I, uhh...I over-thought things a lot.” He explained, trailing with a sheepish chuckle. A shy murmur of, “I think this is better anyway.” followed, spoken under his breath almost as though he didn't want Jack to hear him. Jack repressed his huff of amusement at Will's bashfulness. It was certainly doing something to him seeing Will Graham, typically so aloof and cynical, act so timid and vulnerable.
“Well, it's a good thing you think too much, then.” Jack remarked, laying both the box and the bottle at the side of Will's bed so that he could focus for a few more moments on...indulging himself. He held back his suspicion that Will's imaginings in this case had been fueled not only by his typical proclivity to hypernanalysis, but also by having been fed desire. In much the same way as Jack had mere minutes earlier, Will had found himself taken with his own longing for intimacy, for physical touch, for sex, and had been unable to stop himself from imagining. Thus, he may have supplied himself for a fantasy, rather than the most plausible scenario.
But Jack couldn't begrudge him that; to do so would be nothing short of hypocritical. Jack was just as guilty both of overthinking things and of being enraptured by his own fantasies. He slid his palms up along Will's thighs and over the smooth curve of his ass, umber against porcelain, leaving Jack in awe of just how pale Will looked when illuminated only by the faint moonlight streaming into his room. Jack cupped his cheeks and spread them to get a glimpse of his hole, so tightly puckered and impossibly shy. A discernible shiver rippled down Will's spine.
Jack gently pressed the tip of his thumb against Will's warm opening, eliciting a stifled whine from the other man. “Just relax.” Jack urged him. Will buried his head in his arms, his back now sloping elegantly downwards towards the front of his body. “Relax.” Jack repeated, hoping the low, repetitive thrum of his voice would soothe Will. He withdrew for a moment, slicked down two of his fingers with the lube, then returned his attention to Will's hole. As soon as he pushed his forefinger against it, Will's whole body seemed to tense all at once – however, after a second, he seemed to realize what he had done and readjusted himself, relaxing slightly without Jack needing to instruct him.
“You nervous?” He asked, taking advantage of the distraction to easily slide his finger into Will's opening, provoking a short gasp of surprise.
“Ah, just – just a little bit.” Will struggled, overtaken by the feeling of Jack starting to open him, pressing in deeper to gently brush against that sensitive spot he was seeking. Jack couldn't think to say anything else, his attention stolen by how tight Will's hole felt inside, relishing the close heat and already fantasizing about how good it would feel once it was around his cock. Will moaned as Jack pulled that one digit back out and then pressed it in again. “Jack, it feels good.” He mumbled under his breath, as though admitting it out of guilt. His nervousness seemed to ebb away in the face of pleasure, allowing him to relax somewhat, and soon Jack managed to work a second finger in alongside the first, gently scissoring them to stretch his hole before going back to pressing against his prostate to placate him.
He kept up this gentle rhythm until he felt Will push back against him, trying to work Jack's fingers deeper than they could go. Jack licked his lips, excited by Will's anticipation. “You think you're ready now?” He teased in a low, husky voice.
“Mmm-hmm.” Purred Will, lifting his head to look back in Jack's direction. Jack pressed down on his sweet spot as hard as he dared, listening to Will choke on a moan as he was momentarily overwhelmed by the sensation.
“You want it, huh?” Jack continued to question him.
“J-Jack, please...” Will stammered, faltering to whimper with longing as he struggled between the pleasure he was feeling and his desire to plead with Jack. He dipped his head again with a groan when Jack refused to relent, eking out another pale but impassioned, “Please...”
That much was enough for Jack to finally have mercy on him, gently pulling out his fingers as Will shuddered beneath him. Will earned a moment of reprieve while Jack rolled a condom on and slicked his cock down with lube. He watched timidly over his shoulder, wide eyes blinking slowly with a longing expression. Jack laid a hand on Will's thigh to spread him as he moved to press his cock into the cleft of Will's ass. “You're sure?” He asked, all but breathless.
“Yes.” Gasped Will – and that was it. Jack couldn't stand to tease himself a second longer.
Will twisted the sheets beneath him in his fingers, uttering a single sharp moan as Jack penetrated him. He tensed, then relaxed, breathing hard against the bed. His pale skin was flushed across his face and at the peaks of his shoulders; he looked so vulnerable, so needy.
He looked so beautiful. Jack wanted to ruin him. He wanted to take that softness, that tenderness, that unspoken trust, and push it all to its very limits. He wanted to see Will broken, face lit up crimson and sweat pouring down the back of his neck as he begged for release.
“Jack...” Will whined, and for the second time that night Jack wondered if the other had somehow been reading his mind. Then he felt Will shift slightly and realized what was actually being asked of him. He had been holding still, only half inside and half out, for a few seconds as he admired Will and his fantasy overtook him; Will was begging him to move.
Jack held him by his hips, firmly but not roughly, as he pushed deeper. Will winced slightly, a hissing breath scraping through his teeth, but did not pull away. Being opened by Jack's fingers was innately more manual and gentle than being opened by his cock, which he could only control with the movement of his hips. He'd stretched Will out enough to fit inside easily, but Will was still so tight and tense around him that Jack could hardly imagine it not hurting. Jack gingerly pulled back and began repeating the steady thrusting motion as slowly as he dared. The time would come for him to be able to test Will the way he wanted to. For now, he would be gentle.
Each slow but even thrust was loosening him a little more, gradually getting his body used to the feeling of being penetrated, the sting lessening and giving way to a more enjoyable sensation. It didn't take too long for the soft whimpers and groans coming from Will's mouth to blunt down from sounds of pain to tentative pleasure. In response, Jack was less ginger, testing the metaphorical waters by thrusting deeper, then a bit faster at the same time. Will moaned and lifted his head, his svelte, muscular back arching and his shoulder blades rolling beneath his skin. Jack was so taken with how beautiful Will looked and how handsome he sounded when he made sounds like that that he could barely even think of anything else, much less keeping control of himself.
Jack leaned forward and extended an arm so that he could curl his hand around Will's throat, feeling his pulse race under his touch, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he gasped. He wouldn't have expected – if he'd thought to expect anything at all – that Will would remain so pliant at this sudden assertion of control, but in fact Will was quite forgiving, seeming surprised for a moment but not resisting. Jack moved his hand upwards, running his fingers over Will's coarse facial hair, letting them pass over his soft, hot lips.
“You want more, baby?” Hummed Jack, hand slithering back across Will's neck and down the rippling contours of his back.
“Yes.” Will answered, softer and meeker than Jack had ever heard him. Jack's hand continued its tour down Will's back until it got low enough to cup one of his cheeks, palming the smooth curve before pulling back to deliver a single harsh spank that rang through the quiet room. Will lurched, whined, and moaned, all one after another within the span of a moment. He had no time to compose himself before Jack promptly obeyed his request, fucking into him harder and faster. Will collapsed back onto his arms, his whole body shivering and tightening. Jack kneaded the pliant flesh of Will's ass in his hands again before lifting his arm to smack the other cheek. Jack saw the sheets twist between Will's fingers, striving for anything to get a grip on.
Jack felt ravenous watching those sheets wind within Will's hands. He ran his own hands up the length of Will's back again, the heels of his palms pressing into the tense muscles beneath. He stopped at the shoulders again, this time grabbing Will by both as though to drag him in closer. Will's back curved deeper, curling and straightening as he thrust his hips backwards to meet Jack's in rhythm. Jack gripped Will's shoulders even harder and pushed himself to an abrupt halt, waiting for Will to take his cue.
Will was keen as ever and took it in an instant. The pause wasn't even long enough to interrupt the rhythm before Will was assuming control, shifting his weight back and then pulling forth just as quickly, fucking himself on Jack's cock. Jack knit his fingers up in Will's hair, lifting his head and gripping his shoulder fiercely at the same time right before he started moving again. The last of Jack's inhibitions at last sloughed away from him and he was finally right where he wanted to be. Everything he had been holding inside was now outside, pouring from him in the form of passion and desire and the sheer expense of energy required to make love like this. And all that was happening at the same time for Will, who had bottled up just as much fear and anger and loneliness which was now burning up beneath his skin. They were venting themselves, both feeling the unspoken emotions pulsing from each other as if they were linked by some sixth sense. It was a unique unity, a bond of innate knowledge between two people who had put up so many shields around themselves.
Sweat rolled down through Will's brunette curls, starting to glisten on the nape of his neck. Jack dug his fingers deeper into his hair, feeling the moisture gathering next to his scalp. “Yes, Jack.” He heard the other man gasp. “Pull it...harder.” Jack yanked Will's head upwards, holding firmly to his tight handful of dark hair. Will moaned in fervent enjoyment.
“You like it like this, huh?” Hissed Jack, letting his fistful of hair slowly slide from his fingers before kneading it and then clutching it again.
“Ahh, yes.” Will panted heavily, with a lick of his lips that Jack could practically see just from the sound of it. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined Will actually enjoying hard, rough sex like this, but still waters seemed to run deep where he was concerned. Jack let go of Will's hair and leaned forward, pressing his stomach flush with Will's back, his rhythm calming from fast shoves to slow arches of his back. His lips pressed against the peak of Will's shoulder, then the side of his neck, then right where his hairline ended against his nape. Deep, raspy breaths crowded the air, Will and Jack harmonizing faintly with each other as they panted. Jack felt Will's back ripple slowly underneath him as he moved in synchronicity with Jack, arching into the intimate feeling of skin on skin and Jack breathing deeply as he slowly thrust forward.
Jack let one hand slide down Will's stomach, only lightly grazing his hot skin as it traveled towards his groin. It haphazardly brushed against Will's hard cock and his erection immediately gave an earnest twitch, leaping for more stimulation. “Mmh, Jack...” Will groaned softly, impulsively twitching his legs together for a second. “Please.” He mumbled, hardly audible.
“What do you want?” Jack purred, a dark edge to his breathy voice as he hissed into Will's ear, still arching his hips in slow, irregular thrusts.
“Want you to touch me.” Stammered Will. “Please...ahh, please touch my cock.” He hissed, struggling delectably in the space between words. Jack lifted himself back up in order to fuck Will deeper again, then reached his hand underneath Will's body to grip his shaft. Will hissed through his teeth at how firmly Jack grabbed ahold of his cock, squeezing slowly down to the tip and feeling the thick trickle of precum there. Will's dick twitched in his hand and he groaned, desperate for more stimulation. “Jack...” Will gasped, hoarse and breathy, hips bucking in need.
“Easy, baby.” Jack soothed him in a low, warm murmur like the slow bubbling of simmering water. He stroked along Will's length in rhythm with his own movements, gently at first so as not to overwhelm him, then hastening when he felt Will start to push into it. Will's mouth was wrenched open in his now-constant need to moan out loud, each sound a weak but impassioned expression of his pleasure. He tried to form Jack's name one more time and lost it halfway through, his limbs shaking and then suddenly relaxing as he collapsed to his forearms again. Jack didn't stop, rubbing him along his length, fresh drops of precum clinging to his fingers and smearing along his cock from base to tip.
“Ahh, J-Jack...” Moaned Will, all but mumbling into the mattress. “I'm close.”
“Yes you are.” Jack marveled, feeling Will's cock pulsing in his hands and his body tensing with every thrust. It was boiling his blood right under his skin to feel Will this close, to know he was right at the edge. All he needed was to be told he was allowed, and he would come. Jack stroked him again with a firm grip, pressure bearing down on his shaft over every inch, pinching the flushed, swollen head in his fingers. Will hissed and groaned, abruptly lifting not only his head but his whole body, lurching to his knees and craning his neck backwards to kiss Jack on the lips. Jack accommodated him, leaning forward into the kiss at the same time he kept up his slow, shallow thrusts and the subtle strokes of his fist along Will's cock. Will pushed a whimper into Jack's mouth, at which Jack gently let go of his mouth and murmured, “Come on, baby.”
Will let out a weak groan like he'd been hit and, for a split second, gazed directly at Jack – or at least as directly as he could while he was trying to look back over his shoulder. Nonetheless, Jack was all but paralyzed by it, euphoric at getting to see the expression of pure pleasure on Will's face the moment before he came. Within not much more than a second, he could feel Will's cock pulsing hard in his hand and knew he was coming – even before he heard Will's weak moans spike into a vivid crescendo. Jack pressed himself against Will's back, taking deep breaths and trying to hold himself off for just a few more moments. Will's skin felt searing hot against his own and the salty, musky smell of his sweat flooded over Jack every time he inhaled. It was harsh and pungent and yet Jack reveled in it, moaning softly into Will's neck as he pressed his face there and breathed him in even more strongly.
As soon as he felt Will start to relax, Jack grabbed him just above his hips and pushed him back down onto his elbows, holding him there while he thrust rapidly into his body, now lax and willing after his completion. It didn't take long for Jack to follow suit; a few more hard, impatient shoves and he was there. His orgasm floored him, left him just as crumpled as Will was beneath him. He laid a few gentle kisses against the nape of Will's neck, feeling the other man shiver faintly. Eventually, when he was sure Will was ready for it, he slowly pulled out, tenderly stroking down his legs to comfort him as he did so. Will yelped a little, but faintly, stifling himself so that Jack didn't think he was in discomfort.
Jack was taken by that gesture, that little attempt of Will's to make himself seem strong. “It's alright.” He murmured fondly into Will's hair. Will wriggled underneath him, awkwardly maneuvering his body so that he could turn around and kiss Jack. Jack let his hand come up and rest against the side of Will's face, staying there gently as the two parted. “You're beautiful.” Jack all but whispered, unable to keep himself from admiring Will out loud. Will looked away shyly, but otherwise did not retreat, staying in Jack's embrace.
Jack didn't want to leave; he didn't even want to move. For a few moments, he was able to indulge that fantasy – perhaps unwisely, but he did so nonetheless. The two held one another closely for a while, not quantifying the time that passed, merely basking in each other's presence until their roiling thoughts grew large enough to stand in their way.
“You should probably, ah...probably go home.” Will broke the silence first, verbalizing the notion which was occupying both of their minds.
“Probably.” Jack murmured, adjusting himself but not making to leave. He nosed at the side of Will's neck, gently moving up to the base of his jaw. “But I don't want to get up.”
“Hmm...me neither.” Hummed Will, cooly expressing his agreement without betraying too much attachment, lest Jack take it as an unwanted invitation to stay. Said invitation didn't need to be spoken, however; it existed already in the calm, comforting heat of Will's body and the amiable rhythm of his breath. His stillness spoke volumes.
They weren't apart for long. In fact, Jack ended up falling asleep right there, with he and Will still holding one another.