Parts: 16
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~Part: 16~
They sleep soundly. Between the pain meds and the sleeping pill, William's sleep is mostly dreamless. The both of them are exhausted and need the rest, and wake up the next day much better for it. They spend the day quietly, watching TV, playing videogames, and cuddling. Lots and lots of cuddling...on the couch, in the bed. They can hardly bear to be out of contact with the other.
Afternoon comes and the phone rings. They both look over, a little startled at the noise. Liam picks up the phone and has a short conversation. Liam sighs, sitting on the couch, just having got off the phone with Gunn. "Ok they'll be here in about twenty minutes. You sure you're ready for this baby?
William takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly, and nods. "Yeah. Ready as I'll ever be. How about you?" He looks intently into Liam's soft brown eyes.
Liam's eyes are down for a moment, then he looks up. "Yeah. I am. Want it out in the open," He says finally, with deep sigh. He smiles, and nods to himself. "It'll be all right."
It's not long before there is a knock on the door, and Liam goes to answer it. Gunn looks at Liam. "So do we get to actually *stay* today?" He asks.
Liam laughs, and opens the door extending his hand out into the house, in dramatic display. "Yes, come in. He's better today."
They all walk in. Xander is, as yesterday, carrying a six-pack of beer. "I know, no beer for Tiny, but no reason the rest of us can't drink." He grabs one for himself and pops it open as he sits down. "So when are the parental units coming home? They musta gone nuts when you called 'em about this."
Liam sighs, and nods. "Yeah beers may be in order. Umm, they'll be home day after tomorrow." Liam moves and stands next to Will, putting his hand on his shoulder. Looking down at him, and giving a little smile.
The others grab their beers and pop them open, then look expectantly at Liam and William. Gunn says, "Ok, dude, so spill. Give us the dirt on what happened. I heard Lindsey's dad came up to the school today and raised holy hell about you. What went down?"
William looks back up at Liam and smiles reassuringly. He wants to put his hand over Liam's but doesn't. After they tell them...then he won't have to worry about that anymore.
Liam looks up from Will, and at the others. "Yeah imagine he did," Liam says, with just a little satisfaction in his voice. "But well about that. Lindsey stepped over the line. He wanted something he couldn't have and tried to take out who he saw as being in his way." Liam's hand clenches on Will's shoulder lightly. "We been joking about his obsessive act around me for how long? Well it, umm...it wasn't an act," Liam says, dropping his voice slightly, and looking at no one in particular.
Gunn wrinkles up his brow, puzzled. "So Lindsey really is gay? And he was after your ass? But why would he think Tiny was in the way? I mean, he's just your stepbrother."
Wes settles back, saying nothing, looking between Liam and William, nodding as if something had just been confirmed for him.
Both Groo and Xander look at each other, but stay silent.
Liam shakes his head and sighs, he runs his hand through his hair, and looks at Gunn. "Well, good there is a good reason for that. See...umm.. well." Liam stammers, and then groans setting his jaw, he locks eyes with Gunn, "I'm gay," Liam says and swallows as his mouth goes dry, then he pushes on, trying to get it all out at once. "And well. I'm in love. So, Lindsey trying to have me, of course he went after the one I love," Liam says, only then looking away from Gunn, and down at Will. He can feel the shaking in his chest still, and feels himself grow more steady as he looks at him. This is right, and it needs to be done, he thinks.
William looks up then, and puts his hand over Liam's, squeezing it to reassure him.
Gunn leaps up out of his chair, shouting. "You're a fag? You? But...but you fucked all those girls. And...I shared a shower with you, dude. You've seen me naked. And all the time you've been a fag?!"
The others are silent, as if trying to take this all in. Wes looks as if he were going to say something but it was cut off by Gunn's outburst.
Liam looks up as Gunn starts his rant. That sets his mind even more firmly. Anger starts to rise as his hand slides from Will's shoulder and he takes a step closer to Gunn. He crosses his arms and glares at him. "Yeah, I've done all those things. And yeah now I'm telling you I'm gay," Liam says. "Things change, Gunn."
Gunn shakes his head. "Man, that's just fuckin' wrong. It's not natural, dude, guys fuckin' guys. And you... and Tiny... I mean, he's your *stepbrother*, for fuck's sake! That's like incest or something, right? Dude, that's just so wrong."
Wes sighs. "Gunn, Liam's trying to tell us something very serious, and very real for he and William. You could at least *try* to show a little tolerance."
Gunn whirls on Wes. "Fuck tolerance! This is wrong, just plain wrong. I'm not stickin' around to listen to any more of this crap! The rest of you can stay if you like." He storms out the door, slamming it behind him.
Liam sighs, but it almost comes out as a growl as he watches Gunn leave. He looks at the others. "Wes. Thank you," He says, his voice more tight and short than it should be. "You two got anything you want to say? Problems?" He turns to Xander and Groo, his brow raised, his face a picture of anger and aggravation.
Xander and Groo shake their heads. Xander blinks. "Ok, so I'm surprised. Like, really, really, monumentally surprised. I mean, in the list of guys I would never have expected to be gay, you're pretty much near the top along with John Wayne. But I don't see anything wrong with it. I mean, if that's who you are then that's who you are."
Groo nods. "Yes, I agree with Xander. I am also quite surprised, my friend. But it does explain your excessive protectiveness over William, and why it upset you so when the girls took him back for anatomy check."
Wes sighs and nods. "I have to admit I suspected something for a while. But I didn't want to say anything. Didn't seem like the sort of thing one discusses. I mean, taking your very prominent womanizing friend aside and asking, 'I've been wondering, are you gay?' Didn't seem like a very good idea."
Liam listens, and slowly starts to realize he isn't being attacked, and that his other friends are actually showing their intelligence. He lets his arms fall to his sides, and the tension and menace go out of his face. He looks at each of them just to confirm what they have said, then he looks at Will. "Yeah, well just like I said. Things change. I know this is huge, and I really appreciate this. I mean.." Liam sighs, and shakes his head, rubbing his face. He sits down next to Will, putting his hand on Will's knee. He looks at Wes. "For a while huh?" He says, trying to smile.
William leans against Liam without thinking about it, smiling at the others. Xander blinks again, as if trying to adjust to the sight. Groo and Wes don't appear phased at all by it.
Wes nods. "Yes, Liam. I started suspecting something when you dragged him bodily out of Lindsey's party after Liz got him laid. And then, not long after, very messily breaking up with Liz. And," he says, looking at William and then back at Liam, "it hadn't escaped my notice that William is very attractive."
Liam is neutral-faced and beginning to settle into his friends’ acceptance,
then that comment. "Huh?" Liam says very eloquently, and blinks
at Wes.
Wes sighs. "Yes. Well, as long as we're making admissions
here... I am myself what would commonly be termed bi-sexual. Not
exactly something I go around advertising."
William and Groo and Xander all look at Wes in a stunned silence. Then William speaks up. "You think I'm attractive?"
Wes smiles. "Yes. I do."
Liam sits a little forward, looking very closely at Wes. "Well, you just remember, I might be gay, but I can still kick your ass," Liam says, arching a brow. "He's mine. Go find your own." Liam's tone is deadly serious and his look murderous. He holds it for a full minute, then he laughs and sits back, moving his arm from Will's knee to his shoulder, pulling him in closer. While his threat may be a joke, the intent of his gesture is not. Will is attractive, hell he is beautiful, and Liam knows it.
Wes chuckles and looks at Liam. "I am, indeed, fully aware that you can kick my ass. To be quite honest, it was just such a consideration that forestalled me making a move on William myself. Once I suspected something was going on...well, I'm no match for you, Liam, in *any* respect."
William looks a little startled. He hadn't even suspected Wes was attracted to him, much less that he'd given serious thought to coming on to him. "You... you thought about me?"
Liam turns his head and looks at Will. "What? Getting ideas are you?" Liam smiles at him, and gives him a squeeze.
William shakes his head and looks up at Liam. "What? No. Just a little surprised is all."
Liam smiles, and seriously considers kissing Will right there and then, but thinks that even if Wes might not have minded, the others are still adjusting, so he just gives him another squeeze and looks back at his friends. "Well, I dunno why. Been telling you for how long. Now there is more proof, you even *had* Wes going."
Wes chuckles at the emphasis on the past tense. Xander and Groo laugh along a little nervously as well. Xander chugs his beer and then looks over at Liam and William. "So, I guess things are gonna change a bit. I mean, no more of you getting girls for us, for one thing. And...doesn't look like Gunn is going to be okay with this for a while, if ever. Are you two gonna be like kissing in the halls and stuff?"
Liam smiles, and tilts his head thinking, quirking a brow in serious contemplation, then looks at Will. "I dunno, will we?" He laughs.
William's eyes twinkle as he looks back at Liam. "Not sure. It might be worth it to see what looks we'd get."
Liam smiles, and decides what the hell. He kisses Will, it's not an obscene kiss, or even lusty, but it is fun. Breaking the kiss, he smiles and turns to the others. "Well umm, maybe?" He offers.
Xander breathes out slowly. "Wow, ok, that's just a little weird, watching two guys kissing."
Wes smiles a little wistfully at the two of them. "It would cause a sensation, that much is for certain."
Liam laughs. "Sensation," he says," good way to put it." Liam settles again, right now is good. These were his friends, the guys he knew and well he cared about. Somewhere he knows this wouldn't be the way of the world, but right now it is what mattered, and hell he is even having a little fun. Gunn flickers in Liam's mind, but just for an instant, and then is sent out again, just as abruptly as he had made his real exit.
Groo nods. "Seriously, though, my friend. Is this something you two are going to be public about? Either way, I'm sure we will support you."
Liam looks at Groo, then at Will. "I don't want to hide. Don't want to give little pissants like Lindsay anything to hold over us, and I love Will, nothing I want to hide anyway," Liam says, the certainty in his voice unmistakable. The more he said it, the more he felt it. It might be hard, but looking at Will, he is sure it will be worth it.
William lays his head on Liam's shoulder, looking up at him adoringly. He can't help it, when Liam says things like that, it makes him so happy and proud he just wants to bust. "And I love Liam. People will just have to deal with it."
The others nod. "Well, good to know, anyway," Xander says. "The rumor mill is already in overload...this is gonna blow everyone's minds."
Liam sighs. "Well, it will make life interesting that's for sure." He looks down at Will, then at the rest of them. "Unfortunately, it also means things for you guys too. For one, well no doesn't look like I'm getting any one dates anymore based on my prowess. For another, party is off for the weekend, and besides all that, you know that rumor mill is going to be buzzing about all of you too, right?" Liam says, as he rubs Will's arm absently, looking at each of them.
Xander shrugs, Groo nods, and Wes smiles. "We'll deal," Xander says. "We were nobodies before you took us in, Liam, and we can go back to being social nobodies again. You're our friend, and we're sticking by you."
Liam's face lights up. He wasn't sure what to expect and this is more than he had really hoped for already. To know his friends really are just that, friends. Real friends. "Thanks guys. I hope it won't come to that, but ..damn...well just thanks." He doesn't know what else to say, but his expression speaks volumes.
"You're welcome," Xander replies. "So, we gonna play some video games, watch TV, eat some snacks? I think that's enough True Confessions for one day."
Liam laughs. "Well, depends on Will. You ok? Need a little rest, or want to hang out for a while?" Liam asks, concerned that while all this has gone well, it is still a lot for Will, considering his injures. He doesn't add that they will need to change his bandages or that he needs his meds in a little while. He isn't sure how much Will will want the others to know.
"I'm fine right now." William leans over and whispers to Liam, "We can always excuse ourselves for a few minutes to change bandages or whatever."
Xander rolls his eyes. "Ok, guys, no need for that. You can always just tell us to get out if you need to go have 'private time'."
Liam looks at Xander. "Yeah, wouldn't want to scar you or anything," he laughs. "Come on, we can raid the beer stash, and snacks, hang out, but when the urge hits..." Liam laughs, and shakes his head. "Come on,” he says as he gets up and then helps Will, and leads the others to the kitchen and then to the den where a video game system is hooked to a far too large TV.
The guys stay on for a few hours, til they all begin to notice William tiring and seeming sore when he moves, and then Wes signals the others, and they politely excuse themselves and go home.
William leans against Liam. "They took it a lot better than I thought they would. And Wes...mmm...bit of a surprise there, huh?"
Liam hugs Will in tight, and kisses him, the way he had wanted to the whole time they were there. Long and lingering, but still gentle. Then he smiles, and looks at him with a gleam in his eye. "You liked that didn't you baby?"
"Liked what?" William says, opening his eyes and blinking in an expression of perfect innocence.
Liam leans very close, and whispers into Will's ear, "That someone else wanted you." His voice is smooth as honey and almost as sweet, if not for the undertone of possession that cuts through it cleanly as any knife.
William shivers at that tone, that voice. "Well it was nice to be wanted, yes. I mean, you've always had people wanting you, but I've never really had that before."
"Well you are beautiful, and others I am sure want you, but none of them. Are ever going to have you. Never." Liam says, just as close, his breath tickling the skin of Will's neck, even as his lips follow his words.
William moans, both at the kiss on his neck and the wonderful words. He feels a wave of arousal over him and he closes his eyes and licks his lips. "Never. Because you're never letting me go, right?"
Liam smiles into the smooth pale skin of Will's neck, then presses a long lust-filled kiss, followed by one long hard flick of his tongue. "No, I'm not. Not ever," He says very clearly, in tones of sex and desire that would make a whore weak at the knees.
"Oh, fuck, Liam," William breathes out. "It makes me so...so...so hard when you talk like that." He blushes. "Like you own me."
Liam pulls back and looks into Will's eyes. "I do, don't I? You're my boy. My kept beautiful baby boy." Liam says, drawling over his words, making them melodic and smooth. He places his hands on each side of Will's neck, cradling it between strong hands, gently holding him.
William moans, feeling those hands on his neck, hearing those words. "Yes. Yes you do." He was so hard now he was straining inside his jeans. It was so damn exciting, so delicious, to have Liam talk about him that way, feel about him that way.
"Then me wanting you, taking you, needing you is enough for you right?" Liam asks, more as a statement than a question, he maintains his hold on Will, but is tender and only just slightly guides him as he kisses him again, his thumbs slipping up and under his chin to turn his head just so.
"Yes," William moans out. "Oh, yes." He lets himself be guided, loves the feel of those fingers moving him.
Liam nods, and slowly takes his hands from Will's neck, and lightly rests them on his shoulders. "Think you need to rest baby. Been up for a long time. Need to change those bandages too," Liam says, his voice just as it was, but now he is directive.
William nods. "Yes, Liam." His voice is soft and his tone submissive. He can't help feeling a little disappointment, but he knows Liam is right. Besides, there's a little thrill, too, in Liam telling him what to do.
Liam is quietly pleased when Will takes his direction, and that response, 'yes Liam', just about makes him hard just hearing it. He kisses Will again, and leads him up the stairs and to the room that is technically Liam's but they both now think more of as belonging to both of them. Carefully helping Will take off his shirt, he tends the wounds gently, and with great concern, then redresses them. "There now. Do you want to nap for a little bit? Or watch TV?" Liam asks.
"Don't really care, as long as you hold me," William responds. Right now, all he really wants is to be as close to Liam as possible.
Liam helps Will into to bed, and then takes his shirt off and crawls in with him. He wraps his arms around Will, and pulls him in close. "Ok baby, that I can always do." Liam says kissing his head.
William sighs happily and snuggles against Liam. He's so happy now, so content. As long as Liam holds him, there's nothing that can really touch him. Then... his mind slides into a nasty little brick wall. Their parents are coming home. Two days, only two more days, and then their parents will be there. What will they do then? He stiffens for a moment and then forces himself to relax. No need to confront that just yet.
Liam feels the change in Will, and then the relax, maybe a twinge, something, he lets it go, settling in to this comfort. Liam refuses right now to deal with anything other than Will being in his arms, and the fact that he is unbelievably happy. He lies back on his pillow and sighs contentedly.
The next few days pass peacefully in a soft haze of cuddling and watching TV, playing cards, and occasional little gentle encounters between the two of them, using hands only as William is still healing.
Saturday afternoon the telephone rings. Liam leans over and picks up the phone, not really worried about who it might be. He is laughing at something Will said, and not thinking about much else. "Hello." He says.
"Liam." The voice of Liam's father is on the phone. "We're in port, finally. We have a flight back in the morning. We'll need you to meet us at the airport. Here, take down the flight information." And he rattles off a flight number and arrival time. "How is William? Anne's been worried sick about him."
Liam swallows, his voice lost somewhere for a minute. He takes a breath, and steadies himself. "Ok, Da'. " He writes down the information his father gives him. "Yes we'll meet you in the morning. Umm, he's getting better. Doing well. Would she like to talk to him. He's right here?" Liam asks.
"Yeah, put him on. I'll hand the phone to Anne," Devlin says.
Liam takes the phone to Will. "It's your mom Will. She wants to talk to you." Liam says softly, before handing over the phone to him.
William's eyes widen. He had managed, somehow, to forget this was coming. He picks up the phone. "Hello Mother. Yes, I'm fine. Liam's been taking really good care of me. Oh, we just didn't want strangers in the house while you guys were gone, that's all. Yes, love you too. Goodbye." He hands the phone back to Liam to hang up. His face is a little stricken. "We just have tonight, and then they'll be back," he says, his eyes searching Liam's.
Liam's eyes are looking at his own hands as he holds the phone. He hangs it up, and then comes to sit next to Will. He puts his hand on Will's knee, and looks at him. "Will. I know my father. Once he finds out what we are to each other. Well ...it's not going to be pretty," Liam says softly. He has been very brave up to now, and he still wants to be honest, and he still wants to live his life in the open, but here is another of those hard things. Those things that make people fear their secrets. His father. His father may be a lot of things. May say or do a lot of things, but he is still his father. He sighs, and looks away again.
William nods. "Yeah," he says, his voice small and soft. "Yeah, I know. We can't tell him. We...we'll just have to sneak around. Wait til they go to bed to be together." He reaches out and takes Liam's hand, squeezing it tight.
Liam thinks about that. "Will, I don't know what to do. I don't want to do that. Don't want to sneak around like we are doing something wrong. We aren't," Liam says emphatically. "Just...I don't want to lose my Da. I mean, the old man is mean as hell, but ....he's the only family I have. The only blood family anyway, other than my sister," Liam says, his voice for that one moment unsteady, unsure. And oddly, in that one moment, he misses his mother. Great big brute of a guy, wanting his mother. Liam sighs, and shakes his head at this, then looks at Will and tries to smile, to look hopeful. "What about your mom? What would she think?"
William thinks for a moment. "Probably she'd take a little while to consider it, but I'm her darling boy and I can do no wrong. It'd not like she's ever encouraged me to be really masculine." William looks up at Liam. "Don't want to make you lose your dad. Or keep you from your sister. I don't mind doing what we have to."
Liam thinks about this. It doesn't sit right, doesn't feel right, but what can he do? He wonders. "We can try Will. I ..I just don't want you to think you are any less important to me. Or that I love you any less." Liam tries to explain, his voice, although deep, is almost tremulous at the thought that Will would be left to wonder, or worry.
William moves in and lays his head against Liam's chest, wrapping his arms around him. "I won't. I promise."
Liam pets Will's hair, lost in thought. "Will. You know...we won't be able to keep it from him forever. He's going to know someday." Liam is staring at the ceiling his eyes glazed in thought. He is voicing the things that will happen someday, talking out loud what he is turning over in his head, as he lays there and holds Will.
William nods. "Yeah. But in just a few months we both graduate. We'll be in college and on our own. And... sooner or later he'll have to deal with it, Liam. But it'll probably be easier if he has some space when he finds out."
Liam quirks his brow, and smiles. "You know...you really are just too damn smart. You're right Will. Such a smart boy I have." Liam boasts and cuddles Will up that much closer. "Love you Will."
William makes a little purring noise in his throat. "Love you too, Liam." He pulls back just a little and looks into his eyes. "So...what are we going to do tonight?"
Liam strokes Will's neck and shoulder. "I dunno. Umm...there are a few more movies on pay-per-view we haven't watched, umm I'm tired of the video games we have, need to get new ones, but if you want to play them we can. Need to change the dressings again...whatever you want." Liam finally shrugs.
William shakes his head. "Wasn't talking about that." His eyes glow a bit as he looks up at Liam. "You know...my lips are all healed now." He gives a wicked little grin.
Liam eyes widen a little, and a very sweet little smile rolls over his lips. "Umm..yeah I..I noticed, they are," Liam says finally. "Umm...what did you have in mind baby boy?" He breathes, the fast rising excitement he feels catching his usually steady voice.
William licks his lips, and leans forward to rub against Liam. "Well...I was thinking about maybe putting my mouth to some good use."
"I like the way you think..." Liam smiles, kissing those pretty and now so-soft lips. "Well if that's really what you want to do baby. Who am I to stop you?" Liam chuckles.
William smiles and lifts his arms. "Wanna help me get undressed?"
Liam grins, and has to keep himself from ripping the clothes off of Will. He carefully helps him with his shirt and pants. Then does his own clothes. Liam helps Will into bed, he needs a little less help every day. Then Liam slides in beside him, pulling him close, his anticipation vibrating through him. "God Will, I'm already getting hard, and you haven't even touched me yet. I really think I am some sort of deviant or something." He almost pants.
"Mmm. I like the sound of that," William says with a wicked gleam in his eyes. He moves so that his body is on top of Liam's and starts kissing from his chest down the center of his body, sliding down along him as he does so. He's hard himself, so eager to have this chance to do this again.
Liam raises his head to watch Will as he slides down his body. Will is perfect, he licks just the way Liam likes, kisses even better, the feel of his body against his. Liam waits patiently letting Will move as he wants, do whatever he wants to him. Even though he can hardly wait to see what that is going to be.
William keeps looking back up at Liam as he moves down him, peering at him from under long lashes. He reaches his already hard shaft and decides not to spend anymore time teasing. He's been thinking about doing this for the last few days, and he lowers his mouth onto Liam, taking him into his mouth, licking in long curling strokes over the delicate skin.
Liam’s eyes roll closed for just a second. The sight and the sensation of being taken in are almost enough to make him cum right then, after just the anticipation. He looks down again, and gasps, as he is taken again, and Will's tongue dances over his cock. "Oh god Will. Oh god.."
William hums happily at Liam's reaction. After these past few days, after Liam caring for him so tenderly, it was so good to be able to do this. To see him like this, to give him such pleasure. He sucks in, sealing his soft lips around the shaft and pushing down, taking more and more in. He never takes his crystal blue eyes from Liam's face, wanting to see how Liam enjoyed this. His tongue swirls and plays over the hard flesh as it slowly fills his mouth.
Liam holds his hips still, making himself let Will control everything that happens. But he watches, he looks between those clear blue eyes and what his mouth is doing to him. His breaths grow faster.
William presses down, all the way til he can feel the pressure at the back of his throat. He's only tried this a few times when they've played, but he's been getting slowly used to it a little more each time. He relaxes his throat and swallows, holding down as long as he can before lifting his head again, sucking hard even as he pulls in a much-needed breath.
Liam yelps, his hands clenching. "Will.." He cries, once he is able to breathe again. He pants, and keeps his eyes fixed on Will. "Oh god. ..Yes...please.." Liam says with a ragged voice.
William starts to bob up and down now, sucking and licking, feeling that hard cock fill his mouth over and over. He loves it, love the taste, loves the feel, loves watching Liam as he does this. He lowers down and swallows again.
"Ahh...oh god Will.. oh that is soo good.." Liam is dying to move, to cum, to push Will's head down and never let it move again, but instead he clenches his fists, to white knuckles, and the tension in his legs could send arrows a hundred miles, were they bowstrings. He waits, and he tries so hard to run plays or something in his head, so he doesn't lose it so soon. Then he looks down again and all hope is lost, it won't be long, he thinks.
William moves again, sucking in breath, lifting his head up and down. He can see the tension in Liam's legs as he moves, and he moves his hands to stroke over those corded thigh muscles, kneading them as he continues to move. He loves Liam's muscles, loves the feel and the power of them, the strength of his body. Makes him feel safe and helpless all at once.
Liam feels those slender soft fingers on his legs working and the tension in them, he tries to let them relax, but it's not really that successful. He groans, and lets his head fall back for a minute, closing his eyes, trying to pull himself back a little. Will is just too good. He lifts his head again and looks down at him, watching his motions, admiring his beauty, wanting more and more of him by the minute.
William is lost in the motions now, up and down, in and out. One hand slides between Liam's legs and cups over his sack, and then starts teasing and feathering over the skin.
Liam can't take it...can't stand holding himself back. "Will...too good...Can't...gonna.." Liam pants, just as he throws back his head and lets loose a long cry. "Wiiiilllll..." He feels himself, on the periphery of his launch into orbit, pulse and release deep inside Will's mouth, pouring himself out.
William swallows as quickly as he can, feeling Liam let go. He's not entirely successful, as just a little escapes his mouth, but his eyes never leave Liam as he is lost in his throes. He swallows and then licks Liam clean, slowly lifting his head and wiping away what little had spilled, licking it from his hand.
Liam lays there unable to move, then he takes a deep breath, and looks down again. "Come here baby. Please. God. Come lay on top of me," Liam says on his bliss filled high.
William smiles and crawls up over Liam's body, laying down on him, his own hardness pressing into Liam's belly. He rests his head against Liam's neck. "I love doing that," he whispers. "Love being able to make you feel that way."
Liam holds Will, careful of his bandages, but close. "Will. Want to do something for you. But I want it to be something you want. Want you to feel that good. That was so...Oh god Will. " Liam confides, kissing Will.
William kisses back and rubs his face against Liam's. "What did you want to do?"
“Well, that is up to you," Liam chuckles. "That's what I meant. I want you to tell me something you want. Something that would make you feel that good," Liam says.
"Well...." William blushes. "I do really love your hands so much. I'd love you to touch me." His eyes lower. "Wish you could fuck me, really, but we can't do that yet."
Liam kisses Will, and smiles. "I'd love that too, but no rush. We'll do that when you're well," Liam says softly. "My hands? You like my hands that much?" Liam asks disbelieving.
William nods, blushing still harder. "Yeah. I'm a pervert, huh? I love your hands, love how strong they are, and just a little rough, and how big they are. It just about drives me crazy when you touch me."
Liam laughs. "Well, I wouldn't say you're a pervert. I mean there are worse things baby." He strokes Will's cheek and neck, and shoulder. "Ok, lay down beside me. Let me see what I can do for you with just my hands."
William slides off Liam to the side and lies down on his back, shivering a bit with anticipation. He looks at Liam, following his every move with his eyes, and he smiles.
Liam crawls up and over Will, like some great huge cat, his shoulders roll, and the muscles in his arms move and relax. He smiles down at Will, then lowers himself on those strong arms to kiss Will. He gently nudges between Will's legs, and comes back to kneeling. Then he can use his hands. Big just as Will said, both of them together covering over half of Will's chest. First his neck. Lovely and slender, long and pale. He runs his fingers so softly over that skin, feeling under his touch, feeling the warm satin pull of it. Then to his collarbone, the hollow there catching his fingers, his hand cupping it, and softly running its length over the hard expanse of well-trained lean muscle that is his pectoral. Smoothing it, running over it, finding his nipple, deft fingers curl around it, pinch it, flick it, pull it. Then the flat of his palm presses over it, as he watches Will, takes in any and all of his reactions.
William relaxes, letting Liam work over his body. He moans softly as he starts on his neck, arching just a bit, and then continues to moan as he works down. Then he gasps and whimpers as he plays with his nipple, licking his lips. All the while his eyes never leave Liam's, letting him see every flicker of reaction in his face.
Liam smiles, and moves his palm over the other side of his chest, taking that nipple and rolling it between his fingers, twisting it, then letting it go. Running both hands down and onto his smooth abs, working into any ripple in them. "God, Will, touching you is like touching art, a statue, perfection," Liam says, his voice hushed, touched with reverence. His dark eyes move between Will's bright blue eyes and the beauty playing under his hands. The sensations of his skin are almost electric, concentrating on them, loving them, they seem to mean so much more to him.
William moans some more. Those hands are fire on him, making him burn as they touch him. He can feel the slight calluses on them from his drawing, and he feels like Liam is sketching him with his fingertips. He smiles a little, remembering when he stripped naked for Liam to sketch him. "You say things like that to me and it makes me feel so precious...and so unworthy. I can't possible be as beautiful as you make me out to be."
Liam shushes him. "You are...you are beautiful...you are...long lines, strokes of mastery on a canvas of white," Liam says, using metaphors from another of his loves, his art. "I only wish I could make you see it, let you see what I see." His hand rounds on the curve of his hip, the bone a sharp contrast to the flesh covering it. He moves around his fingers, almost sculpting the skin and bone beneath them. His other hand joins the first, and cradles both hips, holding him for a few moments, a pose of taking, a reminder of other times. He looks up at Will.
William gasps and whimpers as he strokes over the hipbone. He is terribly sensitive there, too, as is Liam in almost the same spot. Then those strong hands hold his hips and those intense brown eyes fix him and he feels possessed in that instant. "When you look at me like that I can almost believe it," he breathes out.
Liam's eyes are something feral and laced with love and desire. "Believe it," he assures. His hands grip his hips, as his thumbs move over those twin hollows in each one, the ones he knows on his own body. He ghosts them, and then presses into them, before moving his hands down each leg, over his thighs, moving toward the inside. His fingers are hard and strong but nimble, as they work into musculature, and skin, worshipping every inch of skin as they move.
William is captured and held by those eyes. It's like being watched by some great cat, hypnotic and deadly and fascinating all at once. He shivers and his skin is briefly prickled into gooseflesh before it smoothes again. He groans and lets out little cries as Liam moves those hands across him, finding every spot. His hips twitch of their own accord as he reaches his inner thighs, his whole body responding to those touches.
Liam's intense expression softens some with the smile Will's reaction gives him. He can't get enough of those little sounds, and the rippling of his skin to his touch is something he finds almost instantly addictive. One big hand feathers over Will's inner thigh, the other begins playing over his belly again, lower and lower from navel to distraction, until his finger tips are fluttering over the naked skin that surrounds his cock, lighter and lighter touches, over and around, down to his sack, teasing touching so close but so far away. The other hand keeps it careful play along his thigh.
William is whimpering now and gripping into the sheets as Liam teases him, moving so deliberately and torturously around his cock. He doesn't want to say anything, to break the spell, to stop Liam in his delightful and wicked torment. He loves it even as it drives him slowly mad. He hardens still more, his cock twitching as Liam continues with his slow dance around it. He looks at Liam with eyes dilated with his lust.
Liam catches Will's eyes, holding them as his hands move closer, and closer, kneading and pulling at his sack, the other hand moves from his thigh and trails just his fingertips over his length, feeling that satin hard flesh under his touch. Turning his hand as he brings it over his hardness, letting his caresses move this way and that, with just enough pressure to be felt, but denying him that friction he knows Will by now must crave.
William whimpers and whines now in sheer frustration and need. His hips thrust just a little against Liam's hands, his whole body shaking. "Please," he begs. "Ohhhhh please Liam."
Liam watches, his face unchanging as he moves. He curls his hand around Will's throbbing cock, a loose fist, a lax channel holding it. "What, baby? What is it you want my beautiful boy?" Liam asks, his voice low and dripping with sensual ease. He loves the tease, the sounds of Will's need, the look of his body as it moves trying to take what it wants.
"Please," William almost sobs out. "Please, need your hand on me, tight, need it, please, please, please..." His hips jerk again, harder, trying in vain to find the relief he so desperately craves. The sound of Liam's voice rolls over him and makes him even more greedy for it, more tormented and teased. Liam knows *exactly* what he is doing to him, and he is loving it, William can tell.
Liam's hand curls tighter, making a warm and willing channel for him. He starts to stroke him, pulling and giving the friction and heat that he knows Will wants. "There my boy. Just love hearing you. Love the sound of your voice when you beg me," Liam says, watching Will, watching his hand move over the point of Will's lust. He looks up again, his eyes darker, and under heavy lids. His hand moves a little faster, the other hand seems fixated on his sack. He wants to touch more, to tease more, and other places, but that would have to wait, instead he lavishes all that attention on his balls, and that tender crease at the bend of each leg.
William lets out a long shuddering moan as Liam's hand tightens at last. He nods and gasps out, "Figured that. I love you teasing me, too. Love you controlling me like that." He closes his eyes for a moment and licks his lips again, savoring the feel of Liam's hands working him so expertly. His hips continue to thrust up in little arcs into Liam's fist as he gets more and more lost in the sensations.
Liam's hand moves faster, harder, wanting to see Will moved to crying out, to moving his beautiful body in more and more of those delicious arching and writhing motions. His eyes just as fascinated as are his hands by Will's body. "Love watching you...seeing how much you like this Will," He says, his voice growing more ragged, with the touch all of this is giving him as well.
William's eyes open again at Liam's voice, fixing on his eyes again. Despite his injuries, he can't help but squirm under Liam's hands. He groans as Liam strokes faster, his own hips thrusting harder against him, his belly tightening and coiling. He can't last much longer now, not after such an incredible tease, and his eyes get wilder and his cries grow louder and closer together.
Liam's hand works at a frantic pace, even as his expression stays calm and demanding, watching. Will's eyes, his look of want, and growing desire, it makes his own need rise that much more. He can see Will working toward his completion, feel his sack drawing up under his hand. "God Will, god...I want you. Let me see you cum baby. Now. Right now." Liam demands, his voice faltering only in desperation, he just needs to see him, hear him. Wants it so much.
"OHGOD LIAM!" William cries out loudly and his back bows as he thrusts one last time hard into Liam's hand and releases over Liam's hand and onto his belly. His body jerks and shudders, his blue eyes almost black. His whole body writhes against the sheets as his completion rolls over him, white-hot bliss firing behind his eyes. Then he slumps down onto the bed, panting softly.
Liam is overtaken with the sight of Will, vision that he makes. His breath catches in his chest, and he can't even be bothered with it until several seconds go by and he feels the burn in his chest. He drags in a hard breath, and then sighs a panted return. He stops his motions, and takes his hand from Will, bringing it instantly to his lips, licking and tasting Will on them. Leaning over him, he smiles, "I wish you could have seen that. Wish I could show you that... my beautiful boy...god made me want you sooo much. Can't think.." Liam says, his voice hoarse, but the lust still heavily hangs in it. He then looks down at Will's body again, and seeing those few remaining spent trails, he laps them, taking them just as he had the ones on his hand. Loving the taste, and the feel of his skin.
William relaxes, all tension gone from him, watching with wide eyes as Liam moves over him. He can feel the burn in his back muscles from his last violent movements but really at the moment nothing could matter less. He reaches one hand to stroke Liam's face. "I love how you look at me like that, talk to me like that. It's like some deep secret dream come true. Someone who loves me and wants me like that, and someone I love and want just the same."
Liam looks up from his ministrations, licking his lips. "I think you are all I have *ever* dreamed of Will. In some way. All of it before, it just doesn't seem real now..." Liam sounds wistful, his dark eyes narrow in thought. Then he slides up beside Will, looking down on him. "I know your back has to be sore. Let me look and make sure the bandages are ok, baby boy. Then maybe we should go to sleep. We need to get up early,” Liam says, without mentioning why they had to get up early.
William gazes back at Liam, his eyes soft and his expression almost beatific in response to Liam's words. Then the harsh clang of reality came down. All they had was tonight before the outside intruded on their private little world again. He nods. "Yeah, we'd better get some rest." He rolls over so Liam can check his bandages. He can smell them in the bedsheets, the lovely scent of their bodies and of sex. He inhales it, clinging to it, pushing away the thought of the morning ruthlessly.
Liam wrinkles his nose at the red places where Will had rubbed too hard against the knitting skin. But everything is still intact. "Ok, they are all right, but I don't want you laying on them. You can lay on your side, or if you want..." Liam smiles, his eyes sparkle. "You can lay on top of me. Keep all your weight off your back," He says, reasonably, but really loving the idea.
William chuckles. "I think I'll take option number two. For medical reasons, of course." He looks over his shoulder at Liam, his eyes twinkling merrily.
Liam lays back waiting for Will to lay down on him. "Of course. No other reasons at all. " He laughs.
William eases himself up onto Liam, lying on his muscular body, settling himself comfortably skin to skin. His cheek touches Liam's chest, and he can hear his heart. It's a comforting sound. He smiles and sighs as he lets his muscles unwind. "Mmmm. Well, maybe one or two other reasons," He murmurs softly.
Liam wraps his arms around Will, chuckling softly. "Yeah well, fringe benefits." Liam says, even as he feels himself relaxing, ready for sleep. Will resting on him seems to be his body's signal that it is ok to rest. His mind wanders and replays lovely sights and sounds of Will, always Will, as he starts to doze.
William and Liam drift off to sleep together, both resting well and deeply, sated and happy. So neither of them hears or stirs when the door of the house opens sometime deep in the night.
"We should have called them, Devlin," Anne says as they walk into the house. "Let them know we got an earlier flight."
Devlin shakes his head. "No need to wake the lads. Besides, your Will needs his rest now."
Anne nods and sighs. "I suppose you are right. But I want to go check on him before we go to bed. We can open the door and just look in. He sleeps very soundly."
Devlin grunts. "As you wish." The two of them creep quietly upstairs and slowly open William's door. Seeing the empty bed, Anne's eyes widen in alarm. "He's not in bed. Do you think they had to go back to the hospital?"
Devlin's eyes flash. "Only one way to tell." He moves over and throws open Liam's door, flipping on the light. He and Anne are both confronted by the sight of a naked William resting on top of a naked Liam, the room reeking of sex.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS, BOY?" Devlin bellows, as Anne stands silent, dumbfounded.
Liam is startled by the sudden booming roar that is his father's voice. He has to stop himself from dumping Will off him. Blinking bleary eyes, and actually holding Will closer, feeling a need to protect him, just in response to his own shock. He looks up at his father and stepmother standing there staring at them. He feels Will's naked body against him, and the mental picture their parents must be getting telegraphs its way over his vision. Slowly, he helps Will to the bed, laying him carefully and methodically beside him, covering him up, and then covering himself. Sitting up he looks at his father again. He sighs, and runs his hand through his hair, every plan for how to handle their parents, how to do things right, flies out into the night, never to return. "Hello Da." It is all Liam can think of to say.
William stares in shock at his mother, and at Devlin. He's too numb and scared to do much of anything else as Liam moves him and covers him. Then he sits up behind Liam, wrapping his arm around his waist from behind without thinking.
Devlin's eyes narrow and his face purples with rage. " 'Hello Da'? Don't hello Da me, boy, answer my fucking question."
Liam stares at his father. Feeling Will's arms around him, he covers his hands with his own. "We were sleeping. That's what that was," Liam says, trying to keep his fear, and anger out of his voice.
"Boy, you evidently take me for some sort of fuckin' eejit. This room smells like a bloody whorehouse, and you expect me to believe the two of you were just sleepin'?"
William shivers against Liam, his eyes widening still more in fear, more for Liam than himself. Devlin looks dangerously close to violence.
"No Da', I expect you to believe that is what we were doing when you asked," Liam says, keeping his tone even. He strokes Will's arm as he feels his shiver. His eyes never leave his father, waiting trying to ready himself for the onslaught he knows is coming.
"So you're a poofter now? My son the football hero is buggering his stepbrother?" Devlin is nearly apoplectic. He turns and swings, his beefy fist making a hole in the sheetrock. He spins back on Liam. "Out! I expect you to pack a bag and get the fuck out of my house tonight. I won't tolerate my son fucking another man under my roof. You can come back later, when I'm not here, for your things."
Anne finally finds her voice. "You're throwing William out? My boy just out of the hospital?"
Devlin turns to Anne, mastering his rage for just a moment, his voice conciliatory. "Not your boy, Anne. He's *your* son, I wouldn't presume to dictate to you how to deal with him." He looks back at Liam. "But my son is my business. You're to leave tonight. Don't want to clap eyes on you again til you've come to your senses and given up this nonsense."
Liam closes his eyes, his father's words shaking him. For a long moment he cannot speak or move. Then his anger takes a firmer hold on him, his eyes open and he stares at his father. "All right Da'.” He then looks at Anne, and back to his father. "I know you've already had the show, but maybe your wife doesn't want a repeat performance. Could I at least have a minute to get dressed? Then I'll be out of *your* house."
William speaks up from behind Liam. "*We'll* be out of your house. I won't be separated from Liam," he says, looking at Anne. "I won't, Mother. I love him."
Anne nods, her face paling. "All right, William. All right."
Devlin takes Anne by the arm. "Get dressed then, the two of you. Pack and leave. I'll be down to see you both out." He slams the door behind him.
Liam is bolstered by Will's words, but also worried by them. He turns to him. "Will. Baby, you're still hurt. I'll have to get a hotel or something, maybe move around a little til I can get a place to stay. Are you up to that much stress? I mean here at least you can rest when you want, and I'm sure your mother would provide a nurse for you," Liam reasons, more of his worry playing over his face, as he looks into Will's eyes.
William puts his slender white hands on Liam's face, looking into his eyes, his face determined. "If you think I'll spend even one night where you're not welcome, even one night without you, then you don't know me very well."
Liam sighs and takes Will hands in his own, kissing each of them. "I know baby. I know. I just worry about you…." Liam looks back from his study of those pale hands. "Let's get dressed and out of here baby. Da' isn't going to let us have much time. And I don't want to deal with anymore shit right now," Liam says, as he slides out of the bed. "Here, you just stay there, and I'll get dressed gather our things, and then dress you. No sense in having you get up yet. Just lay there. I won't be long," Liam tells him, as he is already moving to do just as he said.
William nods and sits, gathering himself, watching Liam as he dresses and packs a bag for himself, and then moves over to William's room. While he is gone, the door opens again and Anne stands there. She steps inside and over to William, and puts a hand on his face. "My dear darling boy, you sure you want to do this? You're still so young. How can you be ready to leave me after knowing him so short a time?"
William covers his mother's hand with his own. "Mother," he says quietly. "Did you never wonder why I never had any girlfriends?"
Anne shakes her head. "You were so sweet and so shy. I just thought you were too shy to be with the girls."
William smiles. "Well apparently this is why. I can't help it, Mother. I think I wanted him the first day I saw him, and he wanted me. It was meant to be. We've both fallen so hard, so fast. Try to understand, Mother."
Anne's eyes grow bright with unshed tears. "I'm trying, dear boy. You know I just want the best for you. That's all I've ever wanted. Is he good to you at least?"
William nods. "He is, Mother. The best. He makes me so happy."
Anne swallows hard and leans over to kiss William gently on the cheek. "Take care, then. I'll see you both when you come back for you things. And you tell me when you get settled. Devlin may give up on Liam, but nothing will ever keep me from my child."
"I will, Mother. I promise."
Anne turns then, walking out of the door. She sees Liam as he is coming out of William's room. "Take care of my son," she says.
Liam looks up from his thoughts, and meets Anne's gaze. "I will. I promise." He starts to go back to get Will ready, then stops and turns to her again, "I love him you know. I really do." He looks at her, letting her take the truth of his words, hoping she somehow knows Will will be all right with him.
"Good," she says, nodding, tears starting to break from her eyes and run down her face. "I've got to go now. I'll explain things to your sister when she comes back, so she'll understand." She moves off down the hall back towards the bedroom she shares with Devlin, not looking back.
Liam looks down, and walks back to the bedroom. He sets down the bag he packed for Will, and goes to the bed to help him dress. "Ok, I think I got everything you'll need for a few days til we can come back, and I got another bag and put all your dressing supplies in it. We'll have to go by the kitchen and get your meds on the way out," Liam says, focusing on tasks as he speaks to keep the tension and the emotion of everything from making him freeze or actually start crying. Will is dressed, he helps him with his socks and shoes, and stands back, hands on his hips. "All right, let's go." Liam says, picking up the bags and heading for the door.
William gets up and follows him downstairs. When they emerge from the kitchen, Devlin is waiting by the door for them. "Hand over your keys, boys. Anne can let you in for your things."
Liam stops, raises his brows, and then shakes his head. "Fine." Liam takes the house keys off his ring and holds them out to his father.
William follows suit, handing over his keys as well. Devlin scowls, looking from William to Liam. "Did *he* do this to you, boy? Turn you all bent on me? You were perfectly fine before I left you alone with him."
Liam's anger flares at this. "No Da. He didn't. You may have never noticed, but I do have a mind of my own." Liam pauses, taking a breath, " I do love him Da, but he didn't do anything to me, but love me back," Liam says more steadily, he looks at his father one more time, and goes to the door. "Goodbye Da. I love you, too," He says, before leading Will out into the early morning light.
Devlin growls and slams the door behind them. They can both hear the lock clicking shut.
William looks over at Liam and smiles, weakly. "I don't blame him for asking. I'd probably wonder myself, if I were him. He'll come around, Liam, he has to. He loves you too, I know he does." He follows Liam out to the Viper and slides into the passenger seat, pulling the seat belt around him.
Liam follows, setting the bags in the back, and sliding into his own seat, starting the car and driving, he drives them around in silence for a little while, trying to decide where to go. He has money. That's not a problem, he is puzzling through being somewhat close to school, the things they will need, what is going to happen next. His face knits in an expression of heavy thought as he drives.
William watches him as they drive, sitting in silence with him for a long while. "Liam?" He asks at last. "Can I help?"
Liam blinks, and for a second has to think about what Will has said, making sure he heard him above the din in his own head. "Umm, help do what? I mean, umm...there's not much for you to do. I need to figure out a good place to stay right now, and then go from there," Liam says, and saying it makes it a little clearer. It at least makes him able to think well enough to drive in the direction of a good hotel, that he thought had kitchenettes.
They pull up at the residential inn and check in, Liam paying for a week's stay. It's a comfortable place, with a small living area, a kitchenette, and a king-sized bed. William sits down on the edge of the bed, looking up at Liam. He's a little scared, again more for Liam than himself. Liam's had to lose even more for his sake, and it worries him. He grabs Liam's hands. "Hate that this happened. I know you didn't want your father to know."
Liam sits down next to Will, and looks at their clasped hands. "He was going to know one way or the other someday. Just thought it would be later, and well...thought we could tell him a little better than that," Liam says, sounding tired, even though they just got up.
William sighs. "I know, I know. I can't help feeling like... like if I hadn't had to sleep with you, if I had been in my own bed..." His voice trails off.
Liam turns more to face Will, ducking his head a little to look in his eyes. "Will. You didn't do anything wrong. I wanted you there. I wouldn't have let you sleep in your own room. It's done, it was no one's fault, and he'll get over it or he won't." He touches Will's chin. "Hey...I love you beautiful. Long as we are together it will be ok." Liam kisses his lips softly, and smiles.
William smiles back. "Yeah. We're together for real, now." He thinks for a minute. "Guess I really *am* going to be your kept boy." He chuckles.
Liam laughs, and kisses him again. "I guess you are.." He slides off the bed. "And I have a feeling that my kept boy should be getting hungry by now, because I sure as hell am. Want take out, or room service?" Liam asks.
William's eyes sparkle. "Room service. That way we don't have to leave the room."
Liam chuckles, and gets the room service menu. "Ok so what do you want my boy? Looks like they have most anything." Liam scans the menu, and makes his choices, then looks up at Will.
William gives a wicked grin. "Pancakes and bacon. And tell them to send lots of syrup." He chuckles, remembering the last time they had pancakes...and he ended up being breakfast for Liam.
Liam's brow raises and he smiles very brightly. "Oh...I think that can be arranged my baby boy...and I think I feel like whipped cream too...and strawberries." Liam's eyes flash. "I'm starving," Liam says, eyeing Will like he is a stretch-out living buffet.
William chuckles. "Oooo. Sounds good. You know breakfast is the most important meal of the day." He settles back on the bed as Liam places the order. He's really looking forward to breakfast.
Liam hangs up after he orders, and stalks to the bed. "And you my boy, are going to be the breakfast of a champion." Liam looks all sex god, and imposing for all of about two seconds, until he laughs at his own soap opera hunk impression. "I'm bad. But you are in sooo much trouble when the food gets here, you know that right?" Liam chuckles, kissing Will.
William kisses back and wriggles on the bed. "Oh, yes, I know...but I love trouble...and I love you." He smiles and wraps his arms around his neck. Everything is going to be all right, he thinks. As long as they have each other....
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