A/N: Damn you guys really like Will/Heronstairs.
I hope you like this chapter because it is full of it. Keep in mind that things get a bit suggestive? (for lack of a better word) near the end but only a little bit.
This chapter starts with the morning after Will saw Jem for the first time~
Will remembered being woken up by the sound of laughter in his ears. He opened his eyes to discover that he was still in the same position on the floor that he had fallen asleep in.
When he turned his head to face the source of the laughter he found not one, but both of his roommates standing above him. He fought the urge to groan.
Neither of them would ever let him live this down.
"Wow-" Ragnor started. Will already wanted to disappear through the floor. "For someone who claims to not be over Tessa, you seem really smitten."
Will felt his lips turn into a sneer. "I never said I wasn't over her, you ass."
He just hadn't felt like dating much since they had broken up a couple months ago.
Any sadness or signs of missing her were carefully hidden and locked away in the deepest recesses of his mind. They were buried so deep that they were hidden from everyone. Including himself.
The only times that any of it slipped through to the surface was when he managed to get himself so drunk that he could barely stand. But everyone knew that drunken confessions that one could not remember making the next day didn't even count as real confessions.
Why couldn't his friends understand that?
He received twin looks of disbelief from both of his roommates.
Will moved to stand up and he felt his bones ache after finally being able to move after hours of being in the same position. But standing up to his full fight didn't make him feel any better. He was just that much closer to his two friends and their inquisitive eyes.
Two pairs of green eyes that reminded him of a country that seemed like it was a whole lifetime away instead of just an ocean. They were eyes that reminded him of his happiest and saddest moments at the same time. They were eyes that had been there for so long that he could no longer imagine going through life without them.
Even when they belonged to the two dickheads that dared to call themselves his 'friends'.
He crossed his arms over his chest and tried to look as dignified as possible.
"Was there something that you two wanted?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.
Ragnor also crossed his arms over his chest and continued to smile down at Will. Will remembers being slightly put out due to the fact that Ragnor had looked happy. With his friend's constant grumpy attitude and the fact that he was just generally miserable most of the time, the times that he was legitimately happy, Will always found it hard to stay mad at him.
But he could still try.
"Not really- Magnus told me about you experienced love at first sight when you saw his friend and I came in here to see if it was true." He then gestured to Will's position against the wall. "Clearly it is."
He kept his composure for all of five seconds before meeting Magnus' eyes again which started a whole new round of cackling.
Will refused to let his skin flush at the words.
If he blushed, then they won. And if they won, then he would have to move out. His shitty office job might pay him a decent amount of money, but it wouldn't be enough to pay for an apartment as nice as the one that they currently lived in. So he would not let his 'friends' get to him.
He was not in love with Jem.
Was Will intrigued?
Yes.
Did he find Jem attractive?
Definetly.
Did he want to see Jem again?
As soon as possible.
But love?
No.
Absolutely not.
Will might have refused to acknowledge the fact that he felt something for Jem nine months ago but now he never wanted to stop.
He was in love with every last centimeter that made up Jem Carstairs.
He loved the way the light hit Jem's eyes and hair making them glow a brilliant silver flame that could never be extinguished.
He loved the way that Jem's hands were soft and gentle yet strong. The way he could run his fingers along Will's face as if it were made of glass, but also grip onto his hand and keep him grounded-be the sturdiest thing in Wills' life.
He loved the way that Jem was artistic in everything that he did. He moved with the grace and precision of the finest dancer, every movement beautiful and intentional. He was full of music and song. Whether he was practicing on his violin, humming under his breath, tapping out a beat on the coffee table, or letting out little breathless noises as Will thrusted into him over and over, voice slowly growing in volume as he grew closer to his climax.
And then there was the thing that Will was currently filing under the infinite list of things that he loved about Jem: the fact that his boyfriend smelled so good- like honey and tea and sweat and sex.
Will trailed his lips down the man's neck, nipping at his pulse point, lightly sucking on his Adam's apple, and running his teeth along his sharp collar bones. His boyfriend hummed low in his throat and Will felt long fingers running through his hair.
"Will-" Jem's sentence trailed off as he gasped.
He smiled against the man's pale skin before responding. "Yes, love?"
"You know we don't have time for this." His boyfriend attempted to admonish him lightly but the effect was muted due to the fact that he had yet to remove his fingers from Will's hair.
"I'll make it quick." Will murmured while continuing his ministrations.
"No, you won't." Jem's fingers trailed down from his scalp to his upper back, causing a shiver to run down Will's spine.
"You're right, I won't." Will smiled again, biting down into the man's skin making him moan low in his throat.
"You're going to make me miss my flight." Jem's voice started to take on a breathless quality which caused Will to feel slightly lightheaded.
"Would that really be so bad? Can't we just stay in bed all morning?"
Will made to move so that he could be hovering over the other man's chest when suddenly he was being flipped over onto his back.
Jem straddled his waist and grabbed his wrists, pinning them above his head.
His boyfriend smirked down wickedly at him and he felt his heart skip a beat in his chest.
From this position he could see every smooth, pale line of Jem's chest, long neck, almost impossibly pink lips, and his shaded eyelids, all looking as perfect as if they had been carved from marble.
He wouldn't mind staying in this position for a while.
"I need to take a shower. You can feel free to join me but if you're really adamant about staying in bed all day, you're just going to have to do it alone-"
His boyfriend leaned down to press their lips together one more time before getting up from the bed and heading over to the bathroom.
Will laid there for a moment, attempting to catch his breath, but as soon as he heard the shower turn on he was swinging his legs over the side.
He couldn't get to the bathroom fast enough.
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