Change: Will's P.O.V.
- This is a graphic scene. You have been warned!
( I wanted to mention this would happen in the story description, but ran out of characters. *bow* )
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The rain was coming down pretty hard. Incredible how one moment can be completely clear, and the next, in the eye of a storm. I felt particularly there now.
I had purchased the necklace before he pulled that little stunt. Since I handed it to him and put it on, Grell hadn't said another word. I was almost positive he liked it, but he seemed almost… troubled, staring out the window, deep in thought. The worry came that I had completely given him the wrong idea. That I'd given in.
There was time to think amongst the rising thunder. I was far too shocked that he hadn't even tried anything yet. But that was fine by me; my thoughts turned to the unwelcome amount of work I would have to do the next day. At least those ideas were familiar to me… unlike the other ones that kept passing through.
I had time to think about that. Time to consider him, too, since he was mostly unaware of me. His shirt was barely hanging onto the shoulder. And his nails were perfect- probably done the night before…
KRAAK!
A huge crash of thunder echoed like a shattering monument in the metal car- paired with a shriek from Grell.
Within the second he had launched over to my seat and latched onto my arm for dear life.
"What on earth is the matter with you?" I shouted, feeling those nails dig into my arm.
"I- I… didn't know there was going to be a storm! Why didn't you tell me?"
"Why does it matter? We're on our way home anyway." His grip was cutting off my circulation. I noticed his hands were shaking.
"Yes, but I hate thunder. And lightning."
Please. Since when did he hate those? It'd stormed plenty of nights back at the office and he'd never uttered a thing about it. Regardless, another explosion came; he bared his teeth, leaning over and letting his hair spill everywhere. Sprigs of lightning flashed patterns on the floor.
"Mhmm… you're comfy, though. I think I'll stay here." He laughed nervously and cuddled up, squeezing his eyes shut as a deep roll of thunder sounded off in the distance.
"Fine. I don't care."
x
I did care.
It was impossible to deny it anymore- comparing him to anybody else, he was the most beautiful. Everyone saw it. Now I was starting to see it, too. Damn Ronald. Damn him for guilt tripping me into 'making it up to him'. Damn Grell for never letting it go. This was far past making anything up- this was the most inconvenient feeling in the entire world.
There are creatures that exist to tempt, and to kill. Just a dance of color and lace, luring one in to fill them with poison as soon as the distance closes. A complete vulnerability. Only a fool would fall for that.
But there are ones who act in such a way one minute, and in another the next. Another way that seems so sincere and decent that you have to wonder how badly the first can hurt. That was what he was. I hated to even think of it way.
Why, though, was my calm so quickly depleting? By now I knew all about him, now more than ever, but it was starting to fold in on itself. I wanted to try something. That kiss- I wanted it to happen again. To make up for all the unfair times I wasn't ready. What would I really feel if I were? Curiosity with someone like him must get the better of you in the end. Besides... with such captivation, how bad could his poison be?
And just once couldn't hurt. Something small. To make the twisting in my core, the fire in my head, go away. So he would get off of me. Just so I would know, and he would be silenced, and my mind would be silenced- God, his constant shifting was winding me tight enough to kill- and then we never speak of it again...
Another crack, louder than before, set the sky outside ablaze. Grell unhinged now and leapt on top of me, too scared to even utter a sound.
He looked outside the window a few times. Then back at me, suddenly realizing what he'd done. His eyes were shot through with fright on multiple different levels. He was tense; I wondered if that was because of the next impending strike, or because he was afraid of what I might do to him. I could only stare at his necklace. So many bad ideas were flailing around at once…
What did I do to myself today?
"I-I…" Pink spread across his cheeks. "I'm sorry. Do you want me off?"
Of course he had to ask. I wasn't sure myself; I think the answer was no. But there wasn't a huge window of time to decide if I wanted to keep this up. "You're fine… if you're really afraid, you can stay."
"…Mhm." He chuckled softly, cuddling up. "You're so kind to me today. It's making me really happy."
So this was the true and vulnerable side of him. It was the only one I liked. I might have liked it too much. "I just think—"
I'd even had a great excuse then, but he shushed me. "In exchange, I'll just tell you a secret, okay?"
"A secret? I didn't know you had those," I mumbled.
"Ohhhh yes. I have so many, you see."
A curtain of the tension lifted. It took me a second to realize that it was because he'd relaxed, and suddenly, his hands weren't shaking anymore.
"…And one of them…"
He lifted one up and rested it on my neck; I flinched, but he just tugged me closer. Only then did I realize what I had allowed him to do.
"...Is that I'm not afraid of storms."
x
I knew it. "So you were just teasi—"
"Ohh, William." His smile was full of victory."You know there's no time for that anymore."
He forced our mouths together, slipping his tongue between my lips and running it across mine slowly. Despite myself I let out a low groan, flushing- it felt ten times better than when he did the same thing earlier. I felt my entire body finally betray me; I should have known this would happen. I should have known.
But I had no intention of stopping this time. I was sick of this- the wall of stiffness I kept insisting on putting up to protect routine. Routine, or whatever it was. Pride. Convention. Those things I treasured. Suddenly I hated all of it.
I pulled him in, deepening his kiss, making him moan from the throat, threading my fingers through his hair. My heart was going a million miles an hour, burning with excitement; his lips were so hot, and he tasted delicious. I honestly never thought… it would really be that way. I can't deny I'd imagined a moment like this. How couldn't I? But every time, I pushed it away or refused to think into it. Nothing is that simple. Nothing.
This was real pleasure. I had never known it before. This creature… a moment to make him mine, which I finally planned to take, that gem-like beauty shining in the flashes of lightning- finally a chance to satisfy every curiosity, and it was more incredible than I'd ever imagined.
I was going with whatever my mind told me to do- wherever my hands wanted to wander, which he seemed to like a lot. But he had something better to prove, straddling me and coming down hard.
"Aha…" He got a few words out between breaths. "Wouldn't you know it- William finally broke apart. And it seems like it was worth waiting for- he knows what he's doing. Perfect William…" The buttons on my shirt came undone quickly, and he never broke his stare. "So professional…" Then it came off completely. "So hot, after all the faking you did. I knew you had something to hide under all of that." He drew a finger down my chest and starting talking softly, almost like he meant it. "Let me apologize in advance for being so immoral; as you can see, I have no patience for inhibitions right now."
"You know a lot about faking. What, then…" I thrust my knee up slightly, and he hissed. This was no time for talking but I really wanted to know. I had to know; if I didn't like the answer, I had just enough control left to stop. "Are you messing with me again, or do you really want this?"
His teeth, still bared, curved up into a smirk. "Oh, I do want it. Badly, in case you can't tell. You drive me crazy as hell, you know. But…"
"…What?"
He chuckled. "…But I love you. So I guess…"
A final sentence before we both checked out.
"…It can be both- can't it?"
He tipped my chin up and bit my neck a little too deeply, licking away some of the blood he drew. His tongue numbed the stinging instantly- that was skill, without a doubt; I wanted to know where he got it- and brought him back up to my lips, which he bit more gently this time.
Too much was going on above for me to realize that I was already at his zipper.
Much to my surprise, he broke the kiss with a gasp, catching my hands in place.
"Wh-what are…?" He gaped like he'd said something stupid.
I tried my best to pull back. "Isn't this… what you wanted to do?"
"Yes, but… um…"
He turned away and mumbled something quietly.
I heard what he said. I just didn't believe it. "…What?"
"I said… I'm a virgin."
x
Truly, I didn't know what to say, so I just laughed- which I knew was completely wrong to do. He snapped back to me, livid, throwing his palm over my mouth.
"Why are you laughing at me?"
"I'm not… I just… I can't imagine it. It's you, after all. What about all those things you said?"
He made some sound between a sigh and a snarl. "Shut up. I'm not that easy, regardless of what people think. You know better than anyone that those rumours are crap anyway." Then all of the vivid color drained from his face. "Please don't tell me you're not."
I laughed again, straightening my glasses- then deciding it was better to just take them off. "I am, don't worry. I never had any time for such a thing."
He was comforted- only a little. "…Heh. That's classic coming from you. I do feel better. A-and I'm only telling you because… well, if we're going to do this, I need to be…" The shades of red filled back in where they belonged. "…Worked a little."
That was all I needed to know. My heart had been flipping and dropping since the afternoon from the nonstop fantasizing about all the things that I wanted to do to him, in some corner of my mind. I guided him to sit up, capturing his lips and pulling the obstructing cloth down gently. I did want to be at least somewhat delicate about it, since this was something both of us were unfamiliar with… but he didn't seem to share that idea. He growled, sending a vibration across our tongues, and snaked his arms around my neck, bending closer to keep our contact at a maximum. I could feel how ready he was- and who knows how long he'd been waiting. His eyes flicked open slightly, dark and full of lust. I found myself unable to believe I'd resisted him for so long.
His teeth grazed my bottom lip, spiking them with absolutely sensual technique. Already heavy breathing grew heavier still as the second piece of cloth was removed, member finally getting long-awaited consideration, and I craned his neck and kissed him roughly to stifle a loud moan.
I'm not even sure who did it, but somewhere between all of this, my pants had been removed and tossed to the other side of the car.
The pleasure was making him lose balance; he relaxed, back arching from the sudden lavish of attention on his length.
The kiss dissolved as he managed a short whisper- "Go ahead."
He turned around swiftly and rested his head back on my shoulder. I kissed his neck, copying the motions he'd done before- judging by the sweet sounds he made, he must have wanted me to do that from the very beginning. I started in on loosening him up, and he bit his tongue violently enough to bleed within the second.
"Ahhh…" The colour was making waves across him, every beautiful shade of red, the passionate noises too much to take- the storm highlighting every inch of him, glistening with sweat. At the end of my rope, I positioned myself haphazardly and entered.
One hand flew to mine, another to his mouth, a little too late to muffle a scream. I pressed my thumb into his palm with the strength I had left- it was all coursing elsewhere- telling him to let go, and he did, grabbing my jacket instead. The motions were kept more rhythmic than rough; I was trying not to hurt him, because if I let myself, I truly might have. This level seemed to be good enough as he struggled to control himself.
And eventually he gave up, helping it along, bringing my hand down to where he wanted it to be- I complied, and stroked in a matching rhythm- driving him completely insane.
He was at his limit, and so was I, the storm drowned out with a chorus of passion. The pace lengthened and gained strength- I'm not sure how, as I felt I had none left- and he pulled me to him for one more delicious kiss, managing a smile that said so many things at once.
We finished in quick succession; the thunder was silenced by a shrieking in my head- this is it. This was always it. I can't even remember… was he the one thing I needed? Wasn't he the only thing I ever needed?
We disconnected, and the lights of my eyesight went out instantly.
x
"They call it something else when it feels like that… sex is such a harsh word. That… is what they call 'making love,' you know."
How he'd gotten himself ready so quickly, I don't know. I laid back on the car seat, trying to bring my thoughts back down from the ceiling and beyond. Grell crouched on the floor, feeling my forehead.
"Oooh. Feels like a fever to me," he giggled. "But honestly, are you okay?"
I waved my hand. "I'm fine. Listen to me. What I asked before- I do want to know. That… meant something to you, right?"
He pondered, like he didn't understand the question. "Did it mean something? William, idiot, don't act like I'm inanimate. That was my first time. And it was with you. And… it was incredible." His cheeks lit up. "If you really must have me go on, you were so impressive… and gentle. Ahh, I can't even tell you how long I'd been anticipating that.~"
"Alright." I flushed a little. He didn't hold back at all, honestly. "I understand."
"Or did you mean about me teasing you?"
I looked at him carefully. "Sure, that too."
He just grinned, proud of setting that up. "Like I said. I do love to tease you. But you mean more than the world to me; that's not a lie. It never was. Never will be."
The familiar bell chimed above us, and he helped me up, holding my wrist the whole walk off the train.
Outside, the clouds were a thousand miles away. Rays of sun rained down on the ground and warmed it.
"I love this time of year," he said. "I love when spring arrives early."
x
We headed up the walk to the building's main entrance, and I'd decided his face would forever hold the traces of a faint, suspicious smile.
He gripped the handle and held the door for me, leaning into the crook of my neck as I walked past. "Sooooo, what are your plans for later today?~"
"Calling Ronald and Aaron into my office for a little talking to," I said frankly.
His mouth fell open with shock. "That… that's it?"
"That's it."
"Y-you…" He spluttered. "You are so… I cannot believe you!" He shoved past me, stomping towards his room. On the way he teetered dangerously and narrowly avoided crashing into another employee. It was all I could do not to laugh.
Alright, that's enough for now. He would need to learn what it felt like to be teased himself. On the way to my office, I scribbled a note about meeting that night and slid it under his door.
After all, some things never change.
Some, however, do.
