A/N- Awwww you guys are so wonderful. I actually had lost all motivation for the Lewis/Wilbur pairing, but all the wonderful continuous comments have pushed my forward. Anyway, the best way to ensure I continue would be to review. I'll love you forever. :-D
And uh… wow. May I just say that I appreciate all the comments on 'Unraveling' because looking back on it... Dang. Not even close to my best writing, but thanks for the comments anyway.
OH- and go to youtube and look up "Cat and Mouse Robinsons" by ToriaPhoenix- it's a Lewis/Wilbur video I made a while ago, and me thinks you'll enjoy it.
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Lewis Robinson was waiting. Eyes closed, softly exhaling puffs of warm breath, Lewis was the picture-perfect epitome of sleep itself… But the blond inventor had no intentions of falling asleep, despite the lulling warmness that seeped into his body as he lay underneath his thick downy comforter. For six months, Lewis had argued with himself over the best course of action… Did he feign obliviousness, and attempt to ignore his would-be teenage sons clandestine visits to his bedroom, or did he confront the raven-haired youth face to face?
Despite the voice in his head that pleaded with Lewis to just ignore Wilbur, and let him outgrow what seemed to be an adolescent obsession, the blond couldn't do it. A part of him was desperate to know why other teen kept sneaking into his room. Was he just seeking comfort in the familiarity of the young inventor… or was it something else?
The answer should've been obvious, considering the circumstances in which the blond had first discovered his late-night visitor. After all, it isn't every day (or night, rather) that you're blearily woken from a deep sleep to find pair of soft, warm lips pressed tremblingly against your own.
It had been almost six months ago exactly. Lewis had stumbled into bed exhaustedly, having worked half the night away on a random invention or another, and had been quite intent on falling into a blissful unconsciousness. His plan had been altered dramatically when not even an hour after collapsing into bed, he felt a peculiar weight on his lips. Too exhausted to bother himself with opening his eyes, Lewis had frowned, and contemplated all the possible reasons for the sudden weight, even after the weight had long since disappeared. It had been the footsteps that had finally convinced him to open his eyes,
There, walking towards the open window, was… Wilbur. Though undeniably older, it was most definitely his dashing best friend, looking more attractive then ever. Eyes widening, he stifled a gasp as Wilbur jumped out the window, and into what Lewis assumed to be the time machine. He was proven correct as Wilbur hit some invisible button, and a vibrant blue time machine appeared out of seemingly nowhere. Then Wilbur unexpectedly turned and stared at Lewis's bed, forcing the blond to quickly shut his eyes tightly, praying that Wilbur hadn't seen him returning the gaze. He was hopelessly lost on how to handle it…
It wasn't until the next morning that Lewis realized Wilbur had kissed him. The thought alone made him nauseous- not because Wilbur had kissed him, but because of the bubbling desire that was sparked from the thought. He knew he was meant to be with Franny, but Wilbur's unexpected reappearance in his life opened a floodgate of emotions that the blond had been so careful in suppressing.
Knowing of Wilbur's secret visits only made Lewis even more aware of the fact that he could never have Wilbur the way he wanted to. Wilbur's ensured existence depended on Lewis detaching himself from his feelings, and focusing all his attention on wooing the raven-haired girl that would one day be Wilbur's mother. No matter how much he wanted to, Lewis wouldn't allow himself to dwell on his feelings for his best friend. It was just a childhood crush that hadn't completely faded, right?
In the back of his mind, Lewis knew it was more then that. Though he had been only twelve at the time, the feelings that had developed for Wilbur over the course of their trip to the future had been so much more then an immature crush. Wilbur had understood him, and accepted him for who he was. He was the first person who had truly believed in Lewis's dream, and had urged Lewis not to give up despite the overwhelming challenges in the blond's path.
And somewhere along the line… Lewis had fallen in love with Wilbur. He hadn't known it at the time… he thought it was just a paternal protectiveness. Then, as he grew older, he slowly realized that the butterflies fluttering about in his stomach when he thought of Wilbur were far from fatherly love. It terrified him. For months he felt sick to his stomach, and did his best not to think of his best friend. Still, the raven-haired boy always managed to creep into his thoughts. During that dark period of doubt and self-loathing, Lewis threw himself into inventing, avoiding everyone, including Franny.
Even though they weren't together yet, Lewis felt guilt pounding his heart every time he saw her. Every sweet smile she shot him was another slash to his heart, and he found that he could never return the smile no matter how hard he tried. She was everything he wanted… funny, sweet, eccentric; by all means, he should've been head over heels in love with her. The problem was, Lewis had already fallen in love with someone who had those qualities and more…
It tortured him to know that what he wanted was just barely out of reach. Lewis was disgusted with himself… Wilbur was his son. Of all the relations they could have been, Wilbur had to be his son… Even if he hadn't been Lewis's son, the chances of them successfully pulling off a relationship were slim to none. Franny deserved the fairytale ending; and Lewis was fairly certain that leaving her for their own son definitely wouldn't fit into that category… not to mention Wilbur would disappear forever. It was just way too complicated.
Needless to say, Lewis was not looking forward to this confrontation. Despite his peaceful outward appearance, inside, his heart was pounding furiously in his chest. Wilbur would be arriving shortly if he were on schedule…
At first, Lewis thought that Wilbur had only visited that one time, and it had been a random coincidence that Lewis just happened to wake up during that space of time… his theory was disproved when not even a week later, Lewis heard a pair of footsteps creep into his room. It had been a rough night of tossing and turning, much like every night had been since finding out about Wilbur's late night trysts, and Lewis just wanted sleep. When he heard his window crack open silently, accompanied by a burst of wind, Lewis knew his visitor was back. So, he did what he would soon become an expert at; he pretended to be asleep.
For what seemed like hours, Lewis feigned sleep, and felt Wilbur's gaze burning holes in him. He almost gave away his cover when he felt a soft, warm hand intertwine with his own. Unable to stop himself, Lewis smiled softly, hoping Wilbur would think he was just having a pleasant dream. Wilbur's hand gently squeezed his own, and a quiet, wistful sigh echoed through the room. A little while after, Wilbur slowly detangled their hands, and Lewis heard a pair of dull footsteps cross softly to the window. There was another sigh, and then the soft sound of the window clicking assured Lewis he was alone again.
For whatever reason, Lewis was able to detect Wilbur's presence from that point on. He had no idea how long Wilbur had been making these special trips, but Lewis figured it had to have been a long time if Wilbur could be so bold as to kiss him, and hold his hand, all the while risking discovery. Much like Lewis had become an expert at pretending obliviousness, Wilbur had become an expert at blending into the shadows. Were it not for Wilbur kissing him, Lewis doubted he would have ever found out about these secret trips. Nevertheless, Wilbur showed up in Lewis's room at least three times a week without fail, if not more. More often than not, Lewis really would manage to fall asleep under Wilbur's watchful gaze. For some reason, he felt safer with those intense brown eyes scrutinizing his every move.
A soft click at the window interrupted Lewis's musings. It was time. Lewis's heart was pounding so hard, he was certain Wilbur would hear it, and catch onto the blonds plan… but, the now familiar sound of soft footsteps walked slowly towards his bed, easing Lewis's fears. He felt his bed dip ever so slightly, as Wilbur got on his knees at Lewis's bedside, and rested his arms near Lewis's side. A warm hand gently reached up and stroked Lewis's blond hair.
The inventors arm darted up, and swiftly grabbed the wrist of the hand that was stroking his hair. Sitting up quickly, Lewis opened his big blue eyes and narrowed his gaze intently on Wilbur, who looked both terrified and stunned.
The pair sat in silence, evaluating each other for what seemed like hours, but in reality was only a few minutes. Lewis took that time to observe how much Wilbur had changed. That brief glimpse of him through the shadows all those months ago hadn't done the raven-haired youth justice at all. Black, semi-wavy hair fell to just above his shoulders, so different from his trademark cowlick all those years ago. He had filled out… while Lewis still maintained his lean pre-teen form, though much taller, Wilbur was both taller and had developed a bit of muscle, but not so much that he was over-the-top bulging. No… Wilbur looked amazing.
The thing that struck Lewis the most though, were Wilbur's eyes. Though shaded with anxiety and fear, Wilbur's brown eyes shone with a brilliance that captivated the blond inventor. Finally, Wilbur spoke.
"Uh… hey Lewis." He managed weakly.
"Hello Wilbur. How long?"
"What?" The raven-haired youth squeaked, eyes widening dramatically.
Lewis would've smiled if it weren't such a serious moment. "How long have you been sneaking into my room, and why didn't you tell me?"
Wilbur laughed
nervously, and scratched his head. "Um… well, maybe once or twice
or-
"
"Don't you dare lie to me Wilbur." Lewis cut in sharply, eyes hardening a bit. "How long?"
Wilbur seemed to slump in defeat. "Two years." He murmured quietly, averting his gaze.
"Two… two years?" Lewis echoed blankly.
Wilbur nodded jerkily, and Lewis off handedly realized the raven-haired boy was shaking. Frowning, he reached down and grabbed Wilbur's arm, and tugged gently. Wilbur looked up in confusion, and Lewis was surprised to see glassy eyes, as though Wilbur was forcing himself not to cry. Tugging on the arm again, Wilbur got the idea and stood up from the cold wooden floor and was quickly pulled onto the bed inches away from Lewis. Eyes widening, he stared almost fearfully at the blond. Lewis quickly grabbed a section of his warm comforter and leaned forward to drape it over Wilbur's shoulders. As Lewis's hands grazed Wilbur's arms, he heard a Wilbur's breath hitch, and Lewis hurriedly scooted back to his original position.
At Wilbur's troubled gaze, Lewis gave a half-smile. "You were shaking." Lewis explained, shrugging.
Wilbur gave chuckled weakly, still looking terrified out of his wits.
"So," the brown-eyed boy began hesitantly, "how long have you known?"
"Six months." Lewis replied bluntly.
Wilbur looked staggered at this confession. "Oh… wow… that's a really long time." Wilbur said slowly. "Uh how… when exactly did you find out?" His eyes had suddenly become guarded, and Lewis knew what he was probing for.
"I woke up when you kissed me." Lewis mumbled, flushing lightly.
"…Oh." Wilbur dropped gaze to the mattress. "Lewis… I'm sorry for kissing you… I know I had no right… but I just-"
"Wilbur, it's okay. You don't have to explain… teenagers go through weird stuff." Lewis said pointedly, though his throat became particularly tight. "Hormones are all out of whack, and can make us do crazy stuff. The point is, I know you didn't mean to, so it's really-"
"Lewis." Wilbur attempted to cut in.
"-not a big deal. I mean it could've been anyone, and I just-"
"Lewis!"
"-happened to be there. I don't really think you should blame yourself for it. You're my best friend, not to mention-"
"LEWIS!" Wilbur shouted angrily, causing Lewis to jump back and stare in shock. "It wasn't fucking hormones that made me kiss you, alright!? And it couldn't have been anyone else, because you're the only one who affects me like this! Do you think I like the fact that I feel that way towards you, of all people!? For fuck's sake, I'm sneaking into your room almost every night with a stolen time machine that my parents have forbidden me to use, just so I can spend a few hours watching the boy I unfortunately fell in love with sleep! And I hate it because I know nothing can ever come of this, because you and Franny are going to get married, and have me, but then what do I have? What do I do with my-" He cut off abruptly, a strangled sob emerging from his lips.
"What?" Lewis stammered, suddenly dizzy and light headed. "Wilbur, what did you just say?"
Wilbur looked like he was going to be sick. Shaking his head wildly, he trembled as he gasped in breaths of air.
Lewis sucked in a sharp breath. "You said… you said you loved me?"
"Lewis, please, I'm begging you, just forget what I said, I wasn't thinking, and-"
"Wilbur!" Lewis interrupted in frustration, "answer the damn question!"
A tear slid down Wilbur's cheek. "Yes." He whispered. "Yes, I'm in love you Lewis…"
Lewis felt faint. "Oh Wilbur." He murmured, and scooted forward, pulling the raven-haired boy into his arms. As soon as Wilbur was nestled comfortably in Lewis's shoulder, sobs wracked his body. For an unmarked amount of time, Wilbur cried, and Lewis held him, stroking soft black hair, and murmuring quiet reassurances in his ear.
Finally, when the boy was relatively calmer, he pulled away, and gave the blond a watery smile.
"I'm pretty pathetic, huh? Falling in love with the teenage version of my dad…"
"No. You're not pathetic." Lewis whispered, shaking his head. Crystal blue eyes raised to meet bloodshot brown ones. "You're not pathetic." Lewis repeated, voice shaking a little.
Wilbur swallowed hard. "Lewis, I… I have to know. Was there ever a time when you might have… returned my feelings?"
Lewis shook his head wildly. "Don't do this Wilbur."
"Why not?" Wilbur's voice cracked, seemingly broken. "You got a truthful answer from me. I think the least you can do is return the favor!"
"It's irrelevant, okay?"
"Bullshit! Just tell me if you fucking have feelings for me, and I'll leave you alone!"
"Yes, alright?" Lewis clenched his fists tightly, words clipped and frustrated. "I fell in love with my future son. Is that what you wanted to hear? Or maybe you want to hear about how torturous it is to know that one slip-up and the person I love most in this world won't exist." Silence descended on the pair. Wilbur stared at the comforter hopelessly, seemingly lost. Lewis's voice broke the ragged silence.
"It scares me. It scares me how much I think about you, how much I've missed you… and it scares the hell out of me that I can't stop thinking about a one-time pathetic barely even kiss, and how much I wish that I could-" Lewis cut off abruptly, voice cracking.
Wilbur was staring at him with an unnamable emotion clouding his eyes, and Lewis was suddenly very aware of the stupidity of inviting the other boy onto his not nearly big enough bed as Wilbur scooted closer to him.
"Lewis." He murmured huskily, before leaning in and pressing his lips firmly against the blond. Lewis trembled as Wilbur wove his hands into soft, honey-colored hair, and couldn't stop the whimper that escaped him as those same lips descended to his neck.
"Wilbur…" Lewis whispered. "Oh- Wilbur… stop it, please."
Wilbur began moving his mouth back up the blonds neck, planting small kisses until he was all the way back to Lewis's mouth, where he kissed the inventor insistently, and Lewis moaned loudly when he felt Wilbur's wet tongue gently caress his bottom lip. Wilbur smirked against his lips.
"You…" Wilbur panted, "want me to stop?" Waiting for Lewis's response, he dropped his lips back to Lewis's neck, and sucked and nibbled avidly, causing Lewis to mew loudly.
"Ye…yes." Lewis managed shakily, gasping for breath. Just then, Wilbur's hands slipped up the front of Lewis's shirt, and slid up the smooth skin to erect nipples. Lewis shrieked when one hand gently pinched one of his sensitive nipples, and Wilbur reclaimed Lewis's lips.
"Shhhh…" Wilbur slurred into Lewis's mouth, and Lewis realized hazily that he had been whimpering loudly as Wilbur's hand massaged under his shirt.
Suddenly Wilbur rubbed his lower body against Lewis, and the blond couldn't stop the loud keening noise that escaped him as he felt a hardened bulge against his own.
"Oh God… Oh God, Oh God." Lewis whimpered, and leaned forward and bit Wilbur's neck in a passionate daze, to which Wilbur gasped, and unexpectedly thrust sharply against Lewis.
"Mmm… Lewis." Wilbur babbled, and thrust again. Despite the devil on his shoulder begging him to keep going, Lewis suddenly froze under Wilbur's ministrations.
"Wilbur, stop." Lewis gasped in a panic, shoving the raven-haired boy off of him and onto the floor.
"Owwww…" The black-haired boy grumbled unhappily. Cloudy brown eyes met distraught blue. "What's wrong?"
"We can't do this Wilbur! You're my son! I'm your father!"
"Not yet you aren't!" Wilbur argued.
"That's a weak argument, and you know it. The fact is, no matter how much I want this- how much we want this- it can't happen Wilbur! It's sick, and twisted, and wrong-"
"Don't forget immoral." Wilbur advised flatly, brown eyes quickly loosing their spark.
"I was getting their, thanks." Lewis snapped back, desperately wanting to cry. Wilbur sighed, and moved back up to the bed next to the blond. Returning the favor from earlier, Wilbur pulled the blond insistently into his arms, ignoring the futile struggling against him. Leaning against Wilbur, Lewis marveled at how perfectly they fit together… and suddenly the tears came rushing down. Lewis was shaking fiercely as Wilbur stroked his back sweetly, and Lewis was suddenly terrified. Pulling away from the other boy, he stared helplessly at his one-day-son.
"Wilbur…" He whispered. "What do we do?"
Wilbur sighed heavily, and gently tousled Lewis's blond hair.
"We enjoy what we have for as long as we can." Wilbur replied plainly, eyes saddened. "You continue to pursue Franny, and then… then we do our best to forget."
"How can you ask me to do that Wilbur?!" Lewis choked. "I can't just move on! If we stay together, it will only make it harder to say goodbye."
Wilbur shrugged. "Maybe. But Lewis… I love you. God, I love you so much, and I want to have you as my own, even if it isn't for forever. Just… please. Let me have this for just a little while longer? Allow both of us some much deserved happiness."
Lewis moved his mouth wordlessly as he stared at the unusually solemn raven-haired boy before him. It made sense… didn't it? Enjoy his time with Wilbur, so that when he did finally have to say goodbye, he would have something to fondly look back on.
"I… alright Wilbur. We can try it I guess…" Lewis conceded, loving the way Wilbur's eyes brightened dramatically. "But we need some ground rules. We can't lose control like we just did… we need boundaries."
Wilbur waved a hand carelessly. "Yeah yeah." He grinned, pulling the blond into his arms, and backwards onto the bed. "We can make a list. Just not right now."
"Wilbur?"
"Mhmm?"
"What are we doing?"
"We're sleeping together Lewis. I just want to hold you for now."
Lewis blinked, and snuggled closer to Wilbur. "Okay." He said softly. "I can live with that."
