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4:55PM - Jack: The Forbidden Fruit.

AN: Okay, this is my first Will and Grace fanfic, so please be gentle. Also, I’m not sure how far to progress in this story. Should this be a stand alone? Should I turn it into a whole series? Do you want more? Of course I expect you to pamper me. Pamper questions , comments, piercing critical insights, etc. And just so you know, I don’t quite remember if Grace and Leo were dating, married, or divorced when Vince broke up with Will. Also, same goes for Stan being in jail. I can’t recall what was going on with everyone else when that happened, so this might turn out to be a little AU in that factor. But do enjoy yourself anyway. -Li

Young, Dumb, don't see a problem,
Bloodshot, Stare like a hoodlum,
Simple as this I'm in love with the risk,
I know what I've done, but tell me what did I miss,
So, please don't save something,
Waste not, save nothing,
Loose the halo, No need to resist,
A lick of the lips & my grip on your hips.

Sick, Sick, Sick
Don't resist,
Sick, Sick, Sick
Don't resist,

First thing we succumb to,
Shall erase and undo days of unrelease,
If there's no police,
Then race to slip into whatever fits you,
Make something, make someone,
Beg on a knee baby, baby please,
Pout your bottom lip, while crackin the whip,
You know what we want is,
Candy to cum too.

Eternal eclipse in the teeth of the risk,
The tounge is a twist in perpetual bliss ,
Forever midnight forever,

Sick, Sick, Sick,
Don't resist,
Sick, Sick, Sick,
Don't resist,
I'm gonna change,
I don't wanna change,
Sick, Sick, Sick,
Don't resist,
Sick, Sick, Sick,
Don't resist

-Queens of the Stone Age. “Sick, Sick, Sick”

It’s Saturday night, I’m a good lookin’ man with a high paying job, and a great apartment. Why am I alone? Will Truman thought as he sat in front of the tv with a bowl of popcorn. Salt and butter. Who cares about carbs when you’re alone, right? “James! James! Don’t leave me!” the tv droned on.

“God, what are you watching!?!” Jack asked, bursting out of the bathroom in a robe, his head wrapped in a towel.

“What the hell are you doing here?!?!” popcorn flew everywhere as if to illustrate Will’s surprise.

“My shower’s broken again. I used Grace’s shower gel. Do I smell fruity?”

“Jack, you look, smell, sound and feel fruity.”

“Hey, I’m going to go try on your new Gucci suit. But, uh, don’t try anything. This fruit’s forbidden, ’kay?” he marched off.

Will rolled his eyes. I wonder if I have any wine left? The thought of a buzz was seducing, but he didn’t feel much like getting up. Like doing anything, really.

“Well, how do I look?” Jack came out flouncing.

“Pretty lady!” there was sarcasm in his voice, but somewhere deep in his mind he acknowledged how hot he looked. This is Jack! Get it together! He quickly shook it off.

“You got any granola?” Jack asked, marching off to the kitchen.

“Yeah. Hey! Could you get me the wine while you’re in there?”

“God, Will, look at you. In your pajamas in front of the tv. Popcorn everywhere, not a dust buster in sight. There’s no product in your hair. Is this about Vince breaking up with you?”

“no.” Will lied taking the wine glass and bottle from Jack.

He gave him a look.

“Yeah, maybe.”

“You’re still not over him leaving you?”

“Jack, that was two days ago.”

“Geeze Mary MacDrama. Where’s your wifeslashdrinkingbuddy?

“Out with Leo. Where’s your….drunk buddy?”

“Visiting Stan in jail.” Jack said, grabbing a wine glass for himself. “Say’s she’s going to smuggle a meatloaf in her breasts.” Will laughed and poured his friend a glass as he settled down uncomfortably close (as he has a tendency of doing.)

“So, what’s this what are you watching what’s on?”

“God, you’re actually beginning to sound like her.” Will took a sip of wine. “I don’t know. You can change it if you want.”

“Waaay ahead of you, Baldy.”

They both glanced around for the remote control. Jack was the first to see it---between Will’s legs. And Jack (being Jack) retrieved it.

Will blushed slightly at this contact he secretly craved from his young friend, but luckily Jack was too busy flipping channels to notice Will’s change in hue.

“OH!” Jack suddenly exclaimed. “The Libertine’s on! Johnny Depp makes me happy….” exaggerated smile not unlike a Cheshire cat “….in the pants.”

“I heard he has a love scene with a man in this one.”

“Oh! Total masturbation material!”

Will laughed outwardly, but secretly the thought of Jack masturbating sent chills up his spine and caused a painful, glorious tightening in his pant. He tried shifting several times to hide it, but eventually gave up and threw a pillow over his lap.

AN HOUR LATER WILL’S POV

Jack has laughed every time the word “dildo” has been uttered and has complained at least 12 times that “Johnny hasn’t gotten it on with any of the 17th century hotties yet.” And I still have a painful erection. A painful, throbbing----

“I’m tired of this. I want to go to that new country themed gay bar….’Ass N Plow’.”

“Plow N Ass.” I corrected.

“Blah blah double entendre blah blah.”

“Oh! Fancy vocabulary!” I was genuinely impressed.

“Fancy lady.” He patted the air next to his ear and batted his lashes.

He turned on the tv again and started flipping through the channels. I watched his chest move up and down with each steady breath under my Prada dress shirt and Gucci suit jacket. I watched his black stockinged foot tap at the end of his crossed leg.

“I need to get laid.” He said suddenly.

“Whatever happened between you and that guy Larry?”

“Jerry.”

Like they’re not all interchangeable.

Jack leaned in close. “Between you and me, I haven’t exactly been having much luck in the mens department. Or my love life.”

“ah”

“Like yesterday, “ he leaned back and rested his chin on his fist. “after I broke up with Larry----”

“Jerry”

“Whatever. I headed down to the club and started dancing on this hottie. Introduced myself. ‘Hi, I’m Jack McFarland of “Just Jack” and “Jack 2000 through 2002” fame. Wasn’t impressed. Can you believe that?!?!”

“Can’t imagine.”

“You know, you’re kinda cute when you’re indifferent.”

“Wow, you are wasted!”

“Maybe so.” he smiled and grabbed the pillow off my lap before I could react. “That a gun in your pocket or ya just hot for my body?”

I opened my mouth to let a wisecrack escape, but the only thing that passed my lips was Jack’s tongue. This kiss was quick, but smoldering. He pulled back and when went to say something about drunken sex never being a good thing for a friendship, but his eyes were clearer than I’d ever seen them. He leaned back in and kissed me again, deeper, longer. I filled his mouth with a moan as he grazed his finger tips up and down my throbbing member, teasing me.

“Will.” he breathed in my ear. “carry me to your bed like they do in those movies we laugh at but secretly love.”

I laughed despite myself, and granted his request. I practically threw him down on my bed, straddling his hips, biting his lips, licking his neck, nibbling his collar bone, rocking my hips into his and pressing my erection so hard into his it nearly got us both off.

“I need you Will.” he whined, gripping my arms a bit tighter than I think he realized. But I was feeling a bit…wicked and wanted to watch him squirm beneath me.

I stripped him slowly of my Gucci suit, leveled my with the waistband of his boxers, and started rubbing him through the thin, blue fabric. His legs twitched and I watched his stomach muscles tense.

“God Will! Please!” It sounded like he was being murdered. I pulled off his boxers revealing a gorgeous sight. I licked up the length of his shaft. A shudder and a moan. I leaned up and whispered in his ear. “I have a surprise for you.” I reached under the sparsely used pillow on the cold side of the bed and pulled out a small vibrator.

“POCKET ROCKET!” Jack exclaimed excitedly.

“Yes, but we’re not going to do with it what you think we are…”

“Aw!”

“Shh! Shh! Trust me.” I took him in my mouth , moving my tongue up and down, sucking at varying speeds, twisting my head. My efforts were rewarded by soft, pleasing moans from Jack that just made me grow harder.

Then I clicked on the vibrator and ran it around the base of his penis while I gave him head. Louder moans. I traced each testicle with it, ran it up and down his perineum, teased his ass with it, althewhile still sucking and licking and bobbing my head. Even louder moans. I tucked it under his balls and lifted them up. Started to hum around my mouthful. When he came hard in the back of my throat, he screamed so loud I thought the neighbors would call the cops. His fingers tangled in my hair, pulling secure, as if he was afraid to fall into the abyss and be lost forever, panting and screaming. He tasted wonderful.

I held him wet and shaking. Hew was pink and glistening like the inside of a shell.

“Guess what?” I asked softly.

“What?” he was so weak he was barely audible.

“You even taste fruity.”

JACK’S POV

“Guess what?” Will asked softly.

“What?” I so weak I could barely breathe.

“You even taste fruity.”

I laughed as hard as I could in my current condition. When I came, I saw a million black spots, and some of them were still hanging around. My head was spinning and I ached from clenching my muscles in the height of pleasure.

Will held me tight.

After a few minutes of fighting back sleep, I regained my strength.

“Now,” I said, laying him back and climbing on top of him. “my turn to return the favor. And, uh, “ I grabbed the pocket rocket and held it up between my fingers “we are going to do with this what you think we are.”