Closer
felisblanco
NC-17 Liam/Will
Will is a lonely club-goer looking to make a connection…but an encounter with a dominating stranger might turn out to be more than he bargained for.
Warnings for: This fic is dark. It deals with the topic of questionable consensuality and date rape. It seeks to deal with the complexity of emotions involved in such a scenario realistically, and may be upsetting to some readers. Additionally, there are D/s overtones and some daddy!kink.
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Notes: The song is Closer by Nine Inch Nails.
Some time later he woke to Liam watching him, fingers trailing unknown patterns on his chest. “Morning.” He kissed him sweetly. “I hope I didn’t wake you?”
“Don’t mind that you did.” Will yawned and stretched, smiling as he felt his erection sway. “What time is it?”
“Seven. Plenty of time.”
“Yeah? You have something specific in mind?”
“Maybe.”
An hour later Will lay smiling softly, every muscle in his body limp with satisfaction. Liam was in the shower, having had a sudden craving for coffee and pastry and Will was quite happy letting him do the honours of early morning shopping. He had no plans of leaving the bed for hours yet. The water was turned off and when Liam emerged, naked and drying his hair on an almost clean towel he looked so at home; like he had always been there, an essential part of Will’s life. Not to mention a very delicious and tantalising part of Will’s life. He pouted as the naked vision began putting on clothes, hiding itself from his eyes. “Come back as quick as you can, yeah?”
Liam grinned. “What? You hungry?”
“Always hungry.” He grinned mischievously and Liam chuckled.
“You are insatiable, you know that? I thought I had worn you out with that blow job.”
Will shook his head although he very much doubted he could go again for a couple of hours at least. “Can never get enough of you, luv.”
Liam paused. Then he came over and sat on the bed, running his fingers through Will’s damp curls. “Is this…? Are we…?” He bit his lip, then took a deep breath. “I think I’m in love with you.”
Will blinked. “Oh.”
“Yeah. Is that…?” Liam looked down. “Do you mind?”
“No. I don’t mind.” He swallowed, the air around him suddenly feeling very dry. “It’s just… I thought this was just, you know, lust. I never expected it to be anything more.”
Liam kissed him softly. “It’s ok. I just wanted you to know.” He stood up. “I’ll be right back.”
He put on his shoes and pulled on his jacket, shoulders slightly hunched. Will wanted to reach out for him, tell him ‘Me too’ but he couldn’t do that any more than he could really believe Liam’s words. He watched in silence as Liam opened the door, stepped out and closed it behind him. Then he sank back on the bed, sighing in frustration.
It was stupid, being so scared. Scared of words, scared of touches, scared of that predatory look in Liam’s eyes that told him how much he wanted to take him. Fuck him. The thought made him gasp. His body twinkled with anticipation, his spent cock rising slowly to the images playing in his head. He remembered Liam filling him up, taking him, possessing him. Fucking him into oblivion. Scared, yes. But he still wanted it.
The doorbell woke him up from his daydream and he cursed as he stumbled out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweats that lay on the floor. Dust twirled around in a dance and he grimaced. He really had to do some cleaning.
Liam was standing outside the door, carrying two mugs of coffee and a bag of pastries. “They’ve stopped selling those big cinnamon buns. Damn, I was really looking forward to having one.”
Will tilted his head and gave him an innocent look. “How many times did you say you hung around outside, stalking me?”
Liam blinked a few times and then he blushed. “Ten?” He blushed further as Will quirked his eyebrow. “Erm…” Shyly he lifted the bag. “Croissants?”
“You trying to distract me with…oh, those smell really good.”
“Not as good as the buns.”
“Stop sulking and get in.”
They snuggled up in bed, drinking coffee and sprinkling crumpets of croissants all over the covers. Liam kept leaning over, kissing his hair, his ear, his shoulder. At first it made Will smile, then as the kisses got wetter and harder he closed his eyes, his hand moving in blindness to place the almost empty mug on the bedside table. Slowly he slid down on the bed until he lay flat, hands gripping the headboard, sweats tenting.
“God, Will. You taste so good.” The kisses turned into licks and nibbles. His ear, his neck, down his chest…
He knew where they were going with this. His heart was beating fast but he didn’t even consider asking Liam to stop. Not this time. He wanted it. He was ready.
Liam undid the string of the sweats and pushed them down, his breath hot against the exposed skin. With the tip of his tongue he licked up the shaft, then lowered his head, letting the proud cock slip into his mouth.
“Oh God… Liam. Yes…”
“Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!”
“Fuck!”
Liam looked up, licking his lips. “Don’t answer.”
“Wasn’t going to.”
“Good.” He resumed his licking and sucking as the phone rang on until the answering machine picked it up.
“This is William. Leave a message.”
“Will! You better be back. I have reserved a space for tomorrow’s edition. 1000 words and two pictures, you got that? “Gay Grieving” how does that sound? Be here before two o’clock. I can’t reach Liam, you better not have left him up there. You didn’t, did you? Anyway, try getting a hold of him and bring him with you.”
The phone clicked off. Will lay on his back, Liam looking up at him with uncertainty. Five seconds, ten seconds and then Will slammed his fist down on the covers. “Fuck! Fucking shit!”
“He wouldn’t, would he?”
“Oh, he so would. Bastard.” Will sighed and sat up, rubbing his eyes. “I hate to say this but…”
“Rain check?”
“Yes. Fuck! I’ll kill him.” He got up, scowling as he looked around for his jeans.
“Count me in on that.”
Will turned to apologise but a movement caught his eye and he switched his gaze from one erection to the other, unable to keep from smiling at the absurdity of their situation. “Batter him to death with our dicks.” He laughed. “How’s that for gay bashing?”
Liam chuckled, then walked over and cupped him by the neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Will pressed their naked bodies together, moaning when Liam’s other hand palmed his arse. Their kiss deepened as they rubbed against each other, but after a while Will pulled back, gasping for breath. “Better… better save it for later.”
“Yeah. Not too much later though.” Liam licked up his neck, one hand still kneading Will’s arse. “I hadn’t finished tasting you.”
Will shivered and for a moment he considered forgetting about Giles and the story and just run back to bed instead. Groaning he kissed Liam again, then stepped back. “Soon. I promise.”
“Ok.”
They got dressed in a hurry, then Will grabbed his laptop and they left.
“You must be joking. I’m not going to give you four pages for this, Will.” Giles stood up and walked in front of his desk, leaning against it casually. “This isn’t the Pink Paper. Ordinary people have no interest in these things.”
“Ordinary people?” Will threw away the printout he’d been trying to show Giles in anger. “I’m not talking about aliens, Rupert. I’m talking about almost 10% of the population. I’m talking about their family and friends. I’m talking about human beings like you and me. Well, me anyway.”
“Spare me the drama. I’m not changing my mind. Cut it down and we’ll put the kiss and one other picture from Liam’s collection as well.” He turned to Liam who until then had been sitting in silence. “Good work by the way. Remind me to write you a check.” He nodded and turned back to Will.
“No.”
Giles frowned and slowly turned around. “No?” He pushed his glasses further up his nose. “What do you mean, ‘no’?”
“No. My pictures aren’t just good, they’re brilliant. They’re art. And I won’t have them used in any other way than they were intended.” Liam reached forward and clicked the keyboard before turning the laptop around so the screen was facing Giles. “I saw the look on your face when we showed you this. You want this because you know what it is. Art. Humanity. Love.” He smiled. “Money.” Lazily he leaned back on the couch. “If you want it, read Will’s article instead of just counting the words. And then we’ll talk.”
They kept each other’s gaze for a moment. Then Giles pursed his lips and sighed. “Give it over then. But I’m not promising anything.”
Will managed to keep his smirk to a minimum as he put the sheets into Giles’ outstretched hand. Then he sat down by Liam’s side on the couch, their thighs pressed close. Liam’s arm was stretched casually on top of the couch, fingers stroking Will’s neck.
Ten minutes of silence and then Giles once again removed his glasses and cleared his throat. “Well, yes. I see your point.” He stared out of the window for a moment before continuing. “I guess I can move the Star Trek Convention Article until next week.” He sighed. “Jonathan is going to be so disappointed. Oh well.” Putting his glasses back on, he gave them a quick glance. “Leave it with Willow.”
He started shuffling around papers on his desk, the meeting obviously over. Sharing a triumphant smile they stood up to leave the office but as the door was closing Rupert called out to Will. Warily he turned around, not sure what to expect.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better, Will. I was worried.” Giles looked uncomfortable but he didn’t waver. “I know I can be a right bastard but we’ve known each other for a long time and… well, I was concerned. But you do seem better.”
Will swallowed. “I am. Thank you.”
“Anything…anything you want to talk about?”
“No, not really. Just…” Will hesitated. “Personal problems. Family and such.”
“Right. Yes.” Giles nodded. “Well, if you ever need anything…”
“Thank you.”
They held their gaze for a few civilised seconds and then Giles lowered his eyes, muttering a goodbye and Will stepped out, closing the door behind him.
Liam was waiting for him in the hall, a quizzical look on his face but Will gave him a smile and a shrug and together they went over to the cubicle area to talk to Willow. Half an hour later, her exclamations of wonder still echoing in their ears, they left the building.
It was noon and the busy streets seemed to have doubled its number of people rushing to different destinations, pushing, crowding, closing in on them. Someone shoved Will from behind, not even bothering to apologise as he stumbled forward. His chest tightened, the air suddenly too thick to breathe. Away. He had to get away.
Just as his thin grip on reality began to give away he felt Liam’s arm squeezing his shoulders and he closed his eyes for a second before slipping his arm around Liam’s waist and together they started walking down the street, dividing the flood.
By the time they reached the car he was weak in the knees, his heart beating so fast in his chest he felt it might burst. Liam didn’t let go of him until the car was open and he could collapse on the seat, eyes closed, sweat running down his back. Liam hurried over to the other side and, as soon as he was seated, grabbed his hand and squeezed it on top of his thigh, keeping silent as Will sat shaking and panting, eyes shut against his world.
Finally Will pulled away, wiping the sweat of his palms on his jeans. Without commenting Liam put the car in gear and they headed off. Traffic was heavy, the fuming cars moving no faster than snails. They sat in silence until Will growled in frustration. “Who relatively sane drives a car in London anyway?”
Liam laughed. “You saying I’m insane?”
Will stiffened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.” He sighed. “I was only joking. Trying to lighten the mood a bit.”
“Well, I’m sorry if I’m not happy-happy all the time…” He snatched a packet of cigarettes out of his breast pocket.
“I don’t expect you to…”
“…I told you I was all fucked up, what did you think I meant?” He broke the first fag, the second, finally stuffing the third in between his thinned lips.
“I didn’t think…”
“I’m not just gonna bounce right back, you know. This is how I am and this is what you get…” He clutched the Zippo in his shaking hand then flipped it open. Ritch. Nothing happened. Fuck! Ritch-ritch-ritch…
“I know! I never said…”
“And if you can’t deal with that maybe we should just stop right now because…” Ritch-ritch-ritch-ritch… Stupid thing. He shook it in frustration. Ritch-ritch-ritch… His thumb started to hurt but that only made him more determined. He had to make it work. Had to, had to, had to… Tears were prickling his eyes.
“I don’t want to…”
“I’m never gonna be what you want. Never gonna be normal. Never gonna be anything but a fucking useless wimp who can’t even make this fucking stupid thing work…” Ritch-ritch-ritch-ritch…
“Will! Stop it!” Liam’s loud yell made Will jump and he shrunk back in fear, cigarette falling from his lips, lighter tumbling from his hand onto the floor. Glancing up at Liam he saw the hurt look in his eyes and his face crumbled.
“I can’t… I can’t help it. Liam. Liam. I feel like I’m suffocating. Like… I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe…” Shallow gasps. Air; why was there no air in here? “We need to get out of here. I can’t be here. I can’t…” He started struggling with the door when Liam grabbed him by the neck.
The kiss was hard and quick and then he was being crushed to a tense chest, kisses raining down his neck. “It’s all right, Will. Sshh… Calm down.” Fingers in his hair, stroking, soothing, tugging on the curls at his neck. Comforting. “I’m right here with you. I’ll help you breath.”
He started laughing hysterically at the way Liam’s words contradicted his tight embrace, at the total absurdity of their situation, at the fucked up reality of his life. And then he was crying, sobbing into Liam’s hair, clinging onto him for dear life. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“Sshh… it’s all right.”
Cars were honking, people yelling, but Liam didn’t pull away, just held Will until he started to feel dull and sleepy and he leaned back closing his eyes as Liam put the car into gear again and drove off, ignoring the fingered salutes and angry looks from the drivers around him.
By the time they reached Will’s block of flats he was fast asleep, waking up with a confused frown when Liam roused him. He turned his head and looked over at the old and ugly door that led to his even older and uglier apartment. “Can we… can we go to your place?”
Liam hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “You sure?”
“Yeah.” He closed his eyes again and was asleep before they reached the end of the street.
Liam’s flat was in a nice little street on the other side of Camden. The house had the usual postal stamp sized garden but everything was freshly painted and when he opened the door they were met by a cosy smell of flowers and coffee. Smelled like home. They’d barely closed the door when there was a loud yelp and a tiny mongrel came running down the stairs, jumping up to try and reach Liam’s hand with his tongue.
“Let me guess; the puppy that wouldn’t learn to sit?”
Liam laughed. “That would be the one. Will, meet Ring. Ring, Will.”
Will raised his eyebrow. “Ring?”
“Yeah, well. He…” The telephone rang and the little furball started howling like a banshee. “…doesn’t like the phone very much.” Liam went for the phone, trying not to step on Ring who was running around in circles. “Sshh, Ring. Calm down. Hello? Yes. No, I don’t… No thank you. No, really…”
As soon as the noise stopped the dog went quiet and started sniffing Will’s leg.
“Hey there…” He crouched to pet the dog only to be rewarded with a snap of teeth and a yelp before the dog ran away and hid under the couch. Sighing, Will straightened up and looked around.
The place wasn’t quite what he had expected. Actually he wasn’t sure what he had expected but definitely not the quiet dignified aura of heavy oak and brown leather or the inviting mood brought on by soft lighting and crowded bookcases. Every photographer he’d known seemed to be more into modern design, cold steel, bright plastic, naked white walls except for gigantic blown ups of their own work.
A light touch on his shoulder made him turn around to face Liam who stood back wearily. He gave him a smile and Liam visibly relaxed. It twisted Will’s gut when he realised Liam had been afraid of what such a simple touch might trigger.
Pushing back his guilt he looked around in admiration. “Wow. Your place is a lot nicer than mine.” He walked over to the couch and sat down as the puppy scrambled away in panic, straight to Liam who picked him up. He watched as Will ran his hand over the smooth leather. “Of course most places are nicer than mine but this… this is great.”
Liam smiled. “You like it? Not too dark and dreary? Some people seem to think so.”
“You know me. All dark and dreary myself.” Will grinned sarcastically and jumped to his feet, suddenly filled with energy. “So, gonna give me the grand tour?”
“Sure.”
The kitchen was sparkling clean although obviously much used. There were herbs growing in the windowsill, a Jamie Oliver book lay open on the counter showing off Jamie’s Amazing Chicken and perfectly placed around the kitchen were every kind of appliances a cook might need. Will thought of his microwave, yellowed by stains, and the tiny heating plate he hardly ever used. Liam scooped some dog food into a bowl and refreshed the dog’s water. The mongrel started gobbling down food like he had been starving for days even though Will knew the girl next door had been pampering him all weekend.
“You going to cook me something sometime?”
“I might. No chips though.”
“I can live with that.”
The bathroom had a tub and a big shower. Everything seemed clean enough to eat off and he hadn’t even been expecting visitors. Will rolled his eyes and checked the sink for stubbles. Nothing. “You have some kind of compulsive cleaning disorder?”
“No. Why?”
“Oh, nothing.” He smiled. Freak.
There was an extra room that seemed cluttered compared to the others but only because there were a few books on the small desk and a collection of photos strewn over the bed. “Tsk tsk. You should really tidy up in here.”
Liam blinked. “Are you making fun of me?”
“Me? Never.”
The next room was dark, windows covered by heavy curtains, and when Liam clicked on the lights they softly illuminated a big bed with a burgundy coloured Indian bedspread. There was a big closet and an old comfy chair but that was it. When Will stepped into the room the Persian carpet felt smooth under his feet. The room smelled so intensely of Liam that for one moment he felt as if he was wrapped up in him.
Arms sneaked around his waist. “Like it?”
“Yeah.”
He leaned his head back against Liam’s shoulder, sighing softly as he started kissing his neck. When the hot lips reached his ear he shivered slightly, then moaned as his earlobe was licked and nibbled.
“Don’t know how many nights I’ve laid in that bed, thinking of you.” The tongue slipped into his ear and he gasped. “Hearing your voice, feeling your heart beat under my fingertips, smelling your skin.” Fingers started unbuttoning his shirt. “Never thought I’d actually have the real you here, in my arms.”
“Never expected to see you again.” Will whispered as warm hands slipped underneath his shirt, stroking his skin. “Scared I would, more scared I wouldn’t.”
“I’m so sorry.” Liam turned him around and sank to his knees, soft kisses raining over his belly. “Know you don’t want to hear it but I am. So selfish, so stupid.” He looked up, pain in his eyes. “Never knew it could be like this, you know.”
“Liam…”
“No, I mean it. God, Will…” Liam leaned his forehead against Will’s stomach. “I promise, I’ll make it up to you. Not only what I did but… everything.”
Sighing, Will reached out and stroked the soft hair, tickling his belly. “Liam, you can’t erase that. No one can.”
The lowered head rubbed against him. “I know. I know. Can I try though? If only to make you forget for a short moment.”
Will closed his eyes. “Yeah. I would like that.”
He kept his eyes closed as his jeans were unbuttoned and slowly pulled down, kept them closed as his socks were removed and each foot kissed before put back down, and squeezed them tight as hot air was blown through the thin cotton of his boxers, warming up the erection straining to get out. A few tugs and he was absolutely naked. When he felt Liam stand up he finally opened his eyes, swaying dizzily. He stood dazed as Liam slid the shirt off his shoulders and moved away to undress himself.
He should be feeling nervous, scared, but as Liam stripped out of each item he could only watch him, struck by his beauty. Liam turned away as he removed his boxers then slowly faced him. His erection was swaying, thick and long, a drop of precum trickling down the slit. He took a step forward, then stopped and for a long time they stood like that, facing each other, the soft light casting shadows on their naked bodies.
“God, I want you. You’re so beautiful, Will.”
Liam took another step forward and Will mimicked him in trance. They were now only inches apart and Will slowly reached out and traced a finger down Liam’s hip. Liam looked at him, then took his hand and placed it on his cock, gasping softly at the touch.
“Feel how hard you make me? Want you so much, Will. Do you want me?” He closed his fingers around Will’s hand on his cock. “Do you want this?”
Will stared down at their hands, his fingers curled around the big cock. Did he? It was heavy in his hand, hard as a rock. Thick as his wrist, long enough to frighten. Could he really? He closed his eyes, his thoughts going back to that night in the club then straying to their second time. He could still feel the pain, hear his screams, remember the fear, the panic, as he realised what was happening. His grip tightened.
“It’s ok, Will. We don’t need to.”
But he could also remember stars exploding before his eyes, pleasure so great he thought he would die, and for a short moment feeling like he was finally complete, had finally found what he had unconsciously been craving all his life. Taking a deep breath he opened his eyes.
“Yes. I want you. Please.”
Liam searched his eyes quietly. Finding what he was looking for he released Will then took his face in his hands and slowly bowed his head. The kiss was gentle, his lips warm and soft and Will opened up, allowing his tongue inside. It swept his own, then tangled around it, warm and persisting. He still tasted of coffee and pastry, a mix of bitter and sweet. Their noses touched, rubbing together. Liam’s hands moved to his neck, then stroke down his back until one arm wrapped around him, the other hand cupping his arse. Drawing him closer and closer until they were glued together, cock to cock, mouth to mouth. Touching, feeling, needing.
Will didn’t even realise he was falling until he lay on the bed, Liam heavy on top of him, grinding their cocks together. He felt dizzy. Liam’s face was hovering above his, slightly blurred. He blinked and his vision became slowly clearer. Liam was watching him, a deep furrow between his eyebrows, his lower lip caught between white teeth. He looked… scared.
“Liam…?”
“I don’t know if I can do this.”
That woke him. “What?”
“I… I don’t want to hurt you. I…” He rolled off and lay on his back, breath hitching. “I don’t know how not to.”
“Liam…”
“I’m scared I’ll loose control again. I’d rather kill myself than…”
“Liam, I trust you.”
Liam opened his eyes. “Maybe you shouldn’t.”
Will cupped his face, turning it towards him. “The safeword is 'fear'.”
They stared at each other for a long time and then Liam nodded.
They kissed, deep and slowly, then hands started roaming and soon they were caught up in their passions once again, touching, tasting, thrusting against each other. Will’s worries drifted away and he forgot everything except Liam’s kisses on his lips, Liam’s tongue licking his body, Liam’s fingers making his skin burn.
Liam’s cock thrusting against him, giving him promises of what was to come.
He was so lost in all the emotions and sensations running through him that he hardly even noticed when Liam moved down, licking his way down his body until he reached his destination. His mouth felt burning hot around Will’s cock, his tongue like silk as it tasted and caressed him. When his thighs were parted, knees pushed up, he didn’t hesitate, just lifted his arse to give Liam better access and he started working his tongue inside.
“Oh god! Yes!”
Fuck, it felt so good! Silky and wet and… so fucking good! He was gripping the bedspread tight in his sweaty fists, toes curling, head thrown back in a futile attempt to bite down the wail quivering in his throat. He started to thrust back, trying to force Liam‘s tongue deeper inside but it wasn’t enough and shaking with need he could hear himself begging, “Please, Liam! Please! I need… I need…Nnngh!”
When the finger pushed inside him it was like something clicked in his brain and he cried out, fucking himself frantically against the hand. It had been so long, so long, too bloody long. God, he had needed this, longed for this, dreamed about it but been too damn scared of his own past to realise it. “More! God, Liam… Please! It’s not enough! It’s not… Aaaaaah!”
He was stretched beyond imagination, it hurt, it burned, but it didn’t matter because he was flying high, free from his fears, from his shame. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this way; so… complete. “Yes! Yes! Liam! Need… need you. You! Please!”
The fingers thrust in a couple of more times but then they withdrew and he held his breath as Liam shifted and pushed his knees up to his chest. And then finally there it was, pushing slowly but steadily against his entrance, blunt and sharp, hard and smooth, bigbigbig!!
He screamed as Liam entered him. Screamed out in pain and a pleasure so exquisite he thought he’d pass out. He felt Liam freeze and start to withdraw but he grabbed him, digging his fingers into his biceps, pulling him closer. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop!”
“I’m hurting you.”
“Yes. And it’s so good. So good. Please!”
Liam hesitated only for a second then thrust in the remaining inches, his moan deafened by Will’s cries. He paused again, waiting for them both to adjust and then slowly he drew out and with a quick thrust pushed in again.
Will didn’t remember much afterwards except cries of ‘Harder!’ and ‘More!’ and ‘Fuck me, Liam. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!! ’ as his whole body was filled with Liam. Liam’s cock, Liam’s tongue, Liam’s words and scent and heat. His fingers kept digging into Liam’s flesh, like letting go would make him stop, would make it all disappear. His legs were wrapped around Liam’s waist, trying to pull him deeper inside. Wanting to go on forever and ever and at the same time feeling like he would die if he couldn’t come soon.
Liam’s thrusting became harder and faster, sweat running down his face and chest, arms shaking from holding up his weight. Will stared up at him, needing for him to say it and Liam stared back until his eyes widened in understanding and he crushed their lips hard together in a quick kiss before commanding:
“Come, Will. Come for me. Now.”
It was like an explosion that started in his balls, shockwaves riding through his body, making him arch off the bed, shaking and shuddering for what seemed like a lifetime until there was nothing left except the feeling of a deeper satisfaction than he had ever known. He heard Liam cry out, felt him stiffen and shudder violently and then he collapsed on top of him, gulping down air like a parched man drinking water.
They lay there, gasping and shivering, trembles of aftershocks running through them. When Liam finally rolled off Will winced slightly as his bruised passage was evacuated. Liam looked at him in alarm but he only smiled and wrapped his arms around Liam’s waist, resting his head on his broad chest, listening to his heart beat gradually slowing down.
“You… you ok?”
“Yeah. Perfect.”
He felt Liam relax under him and then he was pulled closer by shaking arms. He lifted his head and they kissed, lazily, lovingly. Then he settled down again, loving the way his body ached all over, sighing in content as Liam pulled the rumbled bedspread over them.
He closed his eyes and waited until Liam’s breathing slowed down and the arm around him slackened before taking a deep breath and whispering: “I think I’m in love with you too.”
He thought he heard Liam’s heart quicken but before he had time to wonder about it he was fast asleep.
A few moments later Liam carefully stretched his hand out and turned of the light, enveloping them in complete darkness.
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