He won’t give him the satisfaction
Title: He won’t give him the satisfaction
Pairing: Wil/Jake implied Jake/Angel
Rating: 15
Summary: Jake wants to end all the lying but Wil just doesn’t see a problem with it.
Warnings: Language, adultery.
Author: Me, Amy. *waves*
A/N: Comments are very much appreciated! And come on post to this comm! Keep it alive! Also this fic is just one of those little plot bunnies I get, I love Lindsey and I bet Wil would never dream of hurting her, so yeah, don’t take this as an ‘I hate Lindsey’ fic please. :)
“So what am I?” Jake yells, feeling all his frustration reach boiling point. “Just a meaningless fuck? A quick fumble? Your dirty little secret?”
“Hey,” Wil says casually, taking a drag on a cigarette. “I like that song.”
“How can you be so calm about this?” Jake says, feeling even more anger bubbling up inside from Wil’s laid back reaction. “I’m telling you right now Wil, either come clean about us or it’s over.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“Yes I do Wil!”
“No, you don’t,” Wil reaches over and tries to hold Jake but he just pushes him away. “What is wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong?” Jake repeats, almost laughing at how oblivious Wil is. “What the fuck do you think is wrong?”
Wil blinks, taking another drag. “I don’t know, I came over here,” Wil says gesturing around Jake’s apartment. “Because you called me,” another drag, “and here I am. I didn’t know anything was wrong.”
“Your married Wil,” Jake says quickly, looking away from the older man. “You have a kid and a wife at home, do you not feel guilty?”
“About what?”
“Do I really have to spell it out for you?” Jake says, voice rising again. “What we’re doing is wrong Wil, me and you, it has to stop.”
“Stop?”
“Yes, either you tell your wife what’s going on and be with me or it ends.”
“Be with you?” Wil laughs, “be with you? Why the fuck would I want to be with you?”
“So I’m right,” Jake shakes his head. “I am just a body to fuck?”
“Hey no,” Wil says quickly, noticing the sadness in Jake’s eyes, he stabs out his cigarette in the ashtray on the kitchen counter. “Not at all.”
“Then what? What am I?”
“A friend, a band mate.”
“No, that’s not what I meant,” Jake sighs. “I mean, relationship wise, romantically I mean, what am I?”
Wil shrugs, “romantically? I dunno.”
“You don’t know?” Jake pushes Wil so he hits the wall, “how the hell can you not know?”
“Why are you being like this?” Wil asks, taking another cigarette.
Jake snatches the packet away, chucking them down the sink. Hoping to get Wil’s full concentration.
“Hey!” Wil protests, trying to grab some back before they become lost but to no avail. “Those cost money you know?”
“Oh if you’re that bothered you can have some of mine!” Jake says, “really? Is that what it takes? Throwing away your precious cigarettes just to get you to listen?”
“I am listening!” Wil yells, matching Jake’s raised tone. “But I really don’t know why you’re saying this! We’ve been fooling around for months now and now all of a sudden you have a problem with it?”
Jake runs his hands through his hair, punching the wall out of frustration; he can almost hear the truth dawn on Wil.
“Oh, you’ve fallen in love with me haven’t you?” Wil says. “Dam, you stupid bastard!”
“Stupid? Really?” Jake says, “I’m not the one who got married to the supposed woman of his dreams and then decides that he needed to fuck his mate to get through the week!”
“Oh don’t act like the victim here!” Wil says back, “you haven’t exactly been honest yourself; I’m not the only one sleeping with other people here!”
“Excuse me?”
“Please, I see the way Angel looks at you.”
Jake laughs slightly, despite feeling like he’s about to cry. “Are you serious? I mean are you even listening to yourself?” Jake blinks, trying to stop the tears coming, he will not cry in front of Wil. He won’t give him the satisfaction.
He opens the kitchen drawer, pulling out a packet of cigarettes; he practically shoves them in Wil’s hands. “Go! Go on get out!”
“Jake you don’t-“
“Yes I do!” Jakes yells, “I don’t want this anymore! So get out!”
Wil sighs; he stares down at the packet of cigarettes and places them on the counter. “It was good while it lasted,” he mumbles, making his way out of the apartment.
Jake doesn’t cry until he hears his front door shut.
He won’t give him the satisfaction.
Pairing: Wil/Jake implied Jake/Angel
Rating: 15
Summary: Jake wants to end all the lying but Wil just doesn’t see a problem with it.
Warnings: Language, adultery.
Author: Me, Amy. *waves*
A/N: Comments are very much appreciated! And come on post to this comm! Keep it alive! Also this fic is just one of those little plot bunnies I get, I love Lindsey and I bet Wil would never dream of hurting her, so yeah, don’t take this as an ‘I hate Lindsey’ fic please. :)
“So what am I?” Jake yells, feeling all his frustration reach boiling point. “Just a meaningless fuck? A quick fumble? Your dirty little secret?”
“Hey,” Wil says casually, taking a drag on a cigarette. “I like that song.”
“How can you be so calm about this?” Jake says, feeling even more anger bubbling up inside from Wil’s laid back reaction. “I’m telling you right now Wil, either come clean about us or it’s over.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“Yes I do Wil!”
“No, you don’t,” Wil reaches over and tries to hold Jake but he just pushes him away. “What is wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong?” Jake repeats, almost laughing at how oblivious Wil is. “What the fuck do you think is wrong?”
Wil blinks, taking another drag. “I don’t know, I came over here,” Wil says gesturing around Jake’s apartment. “Because you called me,” another drag, “and here I am. I didn’t know anything was wrong.”
“Your married Wil,” Jake says quickly, looking away from the older man. “You have a kid and a wife at home, do you not feel guilty?”
“About what?”
“Do I really have to spell it out for you?” Jake says, voice rising again. “What we’re doing is wrong Wil, me and you, it has to stop.”
“Stop?”
“Yes, either you tell your wife what’s going on and be with me or it ends.”
“Be with you?” Wil laughs, “be with you? Why the fuck would I want to be with you?”
“So I’m right,” Jake shakes his head. “I am just a body to fuck?”
“Hey no,” Wil says quickly, noticing the sadness in Jake’s eyes, he stabs out his cigarette in the ashtray on the kitchen counter. “Not at all.”
“Then what? What am I?”
“A friend, a band mate.”
“No, that’s not what I meant,” Jake sighs. “I mean, relationship wise, romantically I mean, what am I?”
Wil shrugs, “romantically? I dunno.”
“You don’t know?” Jake pushes Wil so he hits the wall, “how the hell can you not know?”
“Why are you being like this?” Wil asks, taking another cigarette.
Jake snatches the packet away, chucking them down the sink. Hoping to get Wil’s full concentration.
“Hey!” Wil protests, trying to grab some back before they become lost but to no avail. “Those cost money you know?”
“Oh if you’re that bothered you can have some of mine!” Jake says, “really? Is that what it takes? Throwing away your precious cigarettes just to get you to listen?”
“I am listening!” Wil yells, matching Jake’s raised tone. “But I really don’t know why you’re saying this! We’ve been fooling around for months now and now all of a sudden you have a problem with it?”
Jake runs his hands through his hair, punching the wall out of frustration; he can almost hear the truth dawn on Wil.
“Oh, you’ve fallen in love with me haven’t you?” Wil says. “Dam, you stupid bastard!”
“Stupid? Really?” Jake says, “I’m not the one who got married to the supposed woman of his dreams and then decides that he needed to fuck his mate to get through the week!”
“Oh don’t act like the victim here!” Wil says back, “you haven’t exactly been honest yourself; I’m not the only one sleeping with other people here!”
“Excuse me?”
“Please, I see the way Angel looks at you.”
Jake laughs slightly, despite feeling like he’s about to cry. “Are you serious? I mean are you even listening to yourself?” Jake blinks, trying to stop the tears coming, he will not cry in front of Wil. He won’t give him the satisfaction.
He opens the kitchen drawer, pulling out a packet of cigarettes; he practically shoves them in Wil’s hands. “Go! Go on get out!”
“Jake you don’t-“
“Yes I do!” Jakes yells, “I don’t want this anymore! So get out!”
Wil sighs; he stares down at the packet of cigarettes and places them on the counter. “It was good while it lasted,” he mumbles, making his way out of the apartment.
Jake doesn’t cry until he hears his front door shut.
He won’t give him the satisfaction.