A/N: A very short ficlet set very shortly after the end of Silver on the
Tree. Just had to get this off my chest.
Warnings: SLASH! This means boy/boy relationships. If this offends, please leave.
Pairings: Will/Bran
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~ ~ Flying ~ ~
Their first kiss was awkward. Neither of them had ever done anything like this before and they weren't prepared for it. For the slow inching towards each other, hoping the other wouldn't turn away. For the shock as their lips met, hesitant, unsure if what they were doing was right. Bran had been the first to pull away and that surprised Will. In all his daydreams he thought that he would be the shy one, the one who avoided contact. But all his daydreams involved the Pendragon. Not Bran, the proper Welsh boy who went to church three times a week and helped out on a sheep farm.
"Will? Is this, okay?"
Will wanted to scream. To yell, 'Of course this is okay!' But he was silent. He realized suddenly that he didn't know. Was it? Everything in him said 'yes' but a part that was unconnected to his body said, 'you don't know this Bran. This Bran doesn't know you, not really. Is this the right thing?' And Will didn't know.
Bran looked down, his eyes sad. "It's alright, you know, if you don't like me, we can just, forget this happened and." He trailed off.
Without thought, without letting his conscience get a word in edgewise, he moved towards Bran again. This kiss was nothing like their first. It was slightly demanding, slightly dangerous. Will felt as if he'd jumped off a cliff and in the time before he hit the ground he felt as if he were flying.
He pulled away this time. "Yes," he said, huskily, before returning to Bran's mouth.
~ ~ Fin ~ ~
Warnings: SLASH! This means boy/boy relationships. If this offends, please leave.
Pairings: Will/Bran
Feedback: This is very much appreciated. I adore reviews as much as the next author and they encourage me to keep writing. So please REVIEW!
~ ~ Flying ~ ~
Their first kiss was awkward. Neither of them had ever done anything like this before and they weren't prepared for it. For the slow inching towards each other, hoping the other wouldn't turn away. For the shock as their lips met, hesitant, unsure if what they were doing was right. Bran had been the first to pull away and that surprised Will. In all his daydreams he thought that he would be the shy one, the one who avoided contact. But all his daydreams involved the Pendragon. Not Bran, the proper Welsh boy who went to church three times a week and helped out on a sheep farm.
"Will? Is this, okay?"
Will wanted to scream. To yell, 'Of course this is okay!' But he was silent. He realized suddenly that he didn't know. Was it? Everything in him said 'yes' but a part that was unconnected to his body said, 'you don't know this Bran. This Bran doesn't know you, not really. Is this the right thing?' And Will didn't know.
Bran looked down, his eyes sad. "It's alright, you know, if you don't like me, we can just, forget this happened and." He trailed off.
Without thought, without letting his conscience get a word in edgewise, he moved towards Bran again. This kiss was nothing like their first. It was slightly demanding, slightly dangerous. Will felt as if he'd jumped off a cliff and in the time before he hit the ground he felt as if he were flying.
He pulled away this time. "Yes," he said, huskily, before returning to Bran's mouth.
~ ~ Fin ~ ~