As a consolation prize for my heartbreak, Will agreed to go on a date with me. One date. He made it very clear that he was not promising to anything more than that. I made it very clear that I was grateful.
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I made a reservation at a fancy, four-star restaurant on Fifth Avenue, only a few miles from the school. I offered to pick him up for the date, but he insisted that he would meet me there. I couldn't help but feel like Will was keeping me at arm's length; almost as though he was only going on this date to humor me; to patronize an old man who was fixated on things past and looking for one last hurrah. But I tried to push away those feelings. I had to be optimistic that he was giving me a chance to love him.
The maître d' seated me and I informed him that my date would be there soon. I gave a brief description of what he would look like, and the man smiled upon finding out that I was waiting for a male companion.
I waited for several minutes before I began to worry that Will was not going to show. It was petty, on my part, to even think that Will would not fulfill his word without at least calling me to let me know why he could not.
But twenty more minutes passed, and the hovering maître d' was simply chomping at the bit to either take my order or give my table to someone else.
Finally I gave up. Feeling completely gutted, I put a twenty dollar bill on the table and I could feel the pitying glances of the wait staff as I walked away, refusing to make eye contact with any of them.
I retrieved my jacket from the coat-check and I had just stepped out of the glass double doors when I saw a cab pull up to the valet curb.
Will spilled out of the cab a little clumsily, his scarf nearly getting caught in the cab door when he closed it. I smiled, glad to see him but also very confused as to why he was so late.
"Hannn—Hannibal.." The moment Will opened his mouth I realized just what was going on; why he was so late and so clumsy getting out of the cab: he was drunk.
"Will."
"I-I know what you're gon' say." He swayed a little and I put a hand on his shoulder to steady him. It felt good to touch him again; even under these circumstances.
"You're gon' say that I'm late; and that 'm drunk."
I said nothing in reply; I was too busy keeping myself from imposing myself on him; kissing him to oblivion, owning his mouth and tongue like I used to. He was exceedingly inebriated; his capacity to consent was impaired… if there were ever a way to completely ruin things with Will, that would certainly be the most effective.
"And I know I'm drunk. I needed to stop… feeling like I do when I think about you, Hannibal. I needed to stop… hurting." His words slurred so badly that I barely understood him, but the message still got through somehow.
"Will, I think I should take you home, lest you say something you will regret in the morning."
The cab had already driven away, and I nodded to the Valet, notifying him that I wanted my car retrieved.
"I'm tired of hiding from you, Hannibal. 've missed you. I should've come t' see you…"
"I've missed you too, Will." I meant it, but I kept in mind that he was likely not going to remember any of this in the morning.
A few moments of awkward silence later the valet showed up with my car. I did my best to comfortably situate him in the passenger seat and I had a hard time not getting aroused by our close proximity while I buckled his seat belt.
"Where do you live? I'll give you a ride home." I said in the most chivalrous tone I could muster.
"Don' wan' t' go home. You wanted a date let's… go on a date."
"You're in no condition for us to do anything together tonight. Tell me where I can take you."
"We could go back t' your place… for ol' time's sake."
I sighed, realizing that Will was being stubborn. I conceded, coming to terms with the fact that my evening of temptation was only going to get longer, and even more tempting.
"Alright, Will… For old time's sake."
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The bed in the spare room hadn't been set up since my live-in prostitute left two months prior, so I brought Will to the master bedroom; to my bedroom, so he would be more comfortable.
"Mmmmm" Will groaned when his body hit the mattress. He had become increasingly intoxicated during the drive, and was now reduced to a groaning puddle; and not the kind that I'd have liked. It was incredibly difficult to get him up the stairs. He wasn't the seventy pound scrawny nine year-old anymore, and I was not exactly in prime physical condition.
"Sleep well my dear. We can talk in the morning."
"Mmmmppph." Will replied with a grunt.
Deciding it would be best to respect Will's privacy, I retreated to my spare bedroom and retrieved a few blankets and a pillow from the armoire. I wasn't in the mood to make the bed up with sheets, so I just lay one blanket on the bare mattress and covered myself with the other.
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It took what felt like an eternity to fall asleep, knowing that the young man I'd lusted after for the last decade was sleeping soundly in the next room, alone and vulnerable. But when sleep finally claimed me, I dreamt of Will. Sadly, my dream was not sexual in nature, but it was romantic, in a way. Will used a rusty knife to cut my heart out. He bit into it, all while watching me with a rebellious glare.
Of course, the surreal nature of the dream allowed for me to remain alive without a heart, and I watched Will eat it raw while the organ still quivered and twitched. The dream's symbolism was so obvious that a lower mammal could see the meaning: my subconscious feared that Will was about to break my heart again, and that he was going to enjoy watching me die alone.
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I awoke early, and instantly noticed the aroma of coffee. Curious, I slid out of bed and righted my lengthy hair with my fingers, hoping I would look even moderately presentable.
The incredible, beautiful, and unspeakably perfect Will Graham was standing in my kitchen, pouring coffee into a pair of mugs. He turned when he sensed my presence, and a small smile graced his lips.
"Morning. Do you take it black?"
"Yes. Thank you."
I hadn't drunk coffee in months; the tramp that lived with me for a while practically lived off of the stuff and must have left some behind in the cupboard.
I took the cup from Will, savoring the brief touch our fingers made during the transfer.
"Best thing for a hangover." Will nodded towards his cup of coffee. "I already raided your medicine cabinet; you're gonna need more aspirin."
"Water is the best thing, actually. Be sure to rehydrate yourself." I was concerned for him. Will's father was a heavy alcohol user and he resented him for it. I felt greatly concerned to see Will drinking, and at such a young age, too.
"Do you remember anything about last night?"
"Not really." Will confessed as he took a swig of the hot coffee. He leaned against the countertop casually, as if he'd never left and this was his home. I hoped to hell and back that it would stay that way for the remainder of this conversation; for the remainder of forever.
"I'm sure I made a real ass out of myself though."
"No, nothing too embarrassing. I'm just glad you took a cab to the restaurant and didn't try to drive on your own. The evening would have taken a much worse turn if that had happened."
"Oh God, I actually went? I'm pretty sure I was planning on standing you up."
"Yes, well, you did show up; very drunk. I put you in my car before you could say anything you'd regret and I took you straight home and put you in my bed."
"Yes." Will affirmed with a contrite smile, mostly aimed at his own behavior.
"I did appreciate waking up with all my clothes on. Not that I would expect you to take advantage of me, I just… wanted to thank you, for keeping your hands off me. Nice to see that chivalry isn't completely dead."
"I would never take advantage of you. You are far too precious to me."
Will blinked, taken aback by my sudden profession. I admit it was a little uncalled for, but Will seemed almost to overreact to my comment.
"I-I… About that, Hannibal, I… Want to apologize. What I said the other day about you…"
"Will…"
"No, let me finish. I.. It was very narrow-minded of me to tell you that you can't love me; that you're not capable. It was an emotional, angry response and it was very unfair to you. God, I can't believe that I, of all people, put you in a box like that. I should have let you explain yourself more. You always let me talk as much as I liked, without fear of judgment, and I should have granted you the same kindness."
I put my cup of coffee down on the counter and took a step closer to Will. I could smell the coffee on his breath; the feel of it wafting against my face made me want to lunge forward and kiss him. But I refrained, for now. Instead I took his free hand in mine, looking at the clasped pair with meaning.
Will seemed struck by my gesture, and set his mug down as well, never breaking his gaze from our joined hands.
I lifted his lax hand and kissed it briefly, looking into Will's eyes now. And he looked back, appearing both mesmerized and calculating; a look that I fell in love with years ago.
"How about breakfast?"
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Will declined anything containing meat, this time, but I still got him to eat and drink plenty of other things to help his hangover.
After breakfast, he offered to help with the dishes, and for the first time in my life, I allowed it.
He rinsed the dishes and I washed. I was elbow deep in suds when I decided to ask,
"How were the eggs?"
"Perfect as always. You are still the best cook in the world; just as I remembered."
I smiled and handed him the last of the silverware.
"How have you been?" Will redirected. "I mean… the house hasn't changed a single bit since I was here eight years ago. Have you… you know, dated anyone?"
"No one serious, no. You?"
"I… had a boyfriend for a while in high school, but... other than that, no. I've had to keep my sexual preferences to myself. You'd be surprised how homophobic Quantico can be. The teachers are great but… the students can be pretty harsh behind closed doors."
"I am sorry to hear that you cannot be more open with your peers. But I will be honest: I am glad to hear that you are not seeing anyone."
"Well, in a way, I am seeing someone, right now. We're just not an official couple yet."
"Oh." I tried not to sound as disappointed as I felt.
"He… treats you well, I hope?"
"Very well." Will put a plate in the drying rack and continued:
"He's known me for a while; knows most of my weird quirks and somehow still cares about me."
"I see." I stared at the suddenly very interesting cluster of soap bubbles on my forearm. The last thing I wanted to hear was the details of Will's love affair.
He went on anyway.
"In fact, he drove me home one night when I was skunk drunk. And, wouldn't you know it, he was a complete gentleman; he even made me breakfast in the morning."
The sudden realization of who Will was talking about made my head snap up in an almost comical fashion. I felt like a fool for not catching on sooner, but the grin I saw spread over Will's face was worth all the embarrassment in the universe.
"Will I…" Damning the potential consequences, I put a partially sudsy hand over his, and he looked up at me, still smiling and still smug from the little trick he'd just pulled.
"I want to kiss you." I said in a low tone, leaning down close; so close that I could hear his breath steal away.
"Yes." He consented, and not half a millisecond after, my lips were on his.
It'd been so long since we'd kissed that I almost forgot what his lips felt like. But the moment his mouth touched mine, it felt like coming home; like sitting in a warm bath after a long day; it was the most perfect and divine feeling in the world.
Not caring that my hands were still wet and covered in dish suds, I gripped the curly locks gently, yet firmly with one hand, and put the other around his waist, bringing our bodies closer.
Will unexpectedly broke the kiss, looking away for a brief moment, only to rest his cheek on my shoulder. Our bodies were all but plastered together already, and I took Will's cue and turned it into an intimate hug.
He was quiet for some time, but I was alright with that. Our silence spoke volumes; it was like we communicated just how much we had missed each other, through the long, uninterrupted embrace.
I kissed the top of his head, which was difficult because of our now similar heights, but the gesture earned me an appreciative hum.
"I was so… angry at you, Hannibal. I'd been angry at you for so long…" Will whispered in a remorseful tone.
"I know." I whispered back.
"Why did you let me go? All those years ago?"
"You… didn't want to stay." My hand moved upwards to play with his curls again; the perfect, silky hair that I missed so much.
Will rubbed his cheek against my shoulder, increasing the cuddle level a few notches. It wasn't erotic, but comforting; like we were both making up for a decade of touches we've deprived ourselves of.
When Will pulled back, he stayed within arm's reach, allowing my hands to remain connected at his lower back, tethering him close, but far enough that he could make eye contact with me.
"I was so stupid to push you away like that, Hannibal. You weren't holding me back. You gave me wings. I… should have seen that. You took me, an awkward sex addict, and taught me that I could achieve whatever I put my mind to; that I was powerful."
"You still are, Will. You are the most powerful being in the world, to me. You have the power to slay me or save me, with only your words. No one has ever had that effect on me. You're the only person I've ever fallen in love with. And... You may have apologized, but you were most certainly right about one thing."
"Yes?"
"I am obsessed with you... But I am also in love with you. The two are not mutually exclusive. You are the most beautiful creature in the world. Who wouldn't be captivated by you?"
Will bit his lip and blushed a little, not used to being lavished with attention after all these years.
"I thought... I thought you were attracted to me back then, because of my age. I… thought corrupting my innocence was part of the appeal for you. I didn't think you would still want me, after all this time..."
His words hurt my pride, even though that was not his intention.
"I am very sorry that I didn't make it clear that I love you; your soul. You are the single most unique, brilliant and intelligent person I've ever met; that is what I love; not your body; not your purity. I found those things attractive, and I still do, but only if it is attached to you, Will Graham."
Will looked down and took a shaky breath, obviously on the verge of tears. I couldn't have that, so I used my finger to tilt his chin up to mine, and I kissed him sweetly. Finally I felt his hands in my hair and he deepened the kiss, making me feel like I was standing in the first rain breaking a decade-long drought.
"God…" Will breathed against my lips. "You have no idea what this is doing to me right now. I… I kind of want to take things slow but…"
"Slow is for new acquaintances, Will."
"My thoughts exactly." He smiled through the next series of kisses; kisses that had us both groaning with lust.
I sucked on his bottom lip, just like I used to, knowing that he loved it.
"Mmm…" True to my suspicion, Will whimpered and there was no denying the arousal poking into my leg. He'd grown significantly bigger, very evident by the feel of his cock rubbing hard against the inside of my thigh.
My lover didn't let me lead for long, however. In a sudden surge of dominance he took control of the kiss, suckling my tongue between his teeth and then letting it go suddenly, taking to kissing my neck instead. His face had a hint of facial hair and the stubble scratching against my sensitive skin made me shudder, goose-bumps developing all over.
"Oh… Will…" I was at a loss for words, but the kiss he replied with melted my heart and I knew that words could not begin to do these feelings justice. His hands wandered to my ass and he gripped teasingly, obviously testing the waters to see just how far I wanted to take this.
A surprised groan sounded in my throat when his wet kisses moved to the shell of my ear.
"Want you, Hannibal."
The growl in his voice brought me to a new level of arousal I'd never known before; his possessive hunger reverberated into my bones and fanned the flames of desire deep in my soul.
Deft, sure hands unfastened my trousers and Will's hand snaked its way into my underwear to touch my raging hard erection.
"Nnnnggg… Will." I could hardly see I was so blind with lust. Soon I was completely unclothed from the waist down and, in an attempt to reciprocate I pawed at Will's trouser fly clumsily, trying to stay standing under his cripplingly pleasurable ministrations.
Not sure how it came to be, eventually Will was half-naked with me, and I could finally wrap my hand around his impressive girth. His cock was proportional to the rest of the growth he'd gone through in the last decade. It felt perfect in the palm of my hand, and we worked each other thoroughly, moans and pants changing pitch with each twist of a wrist.
As much as I wanted to just finish with him right here in my kitchen, I knew that it would be hours before I could go again; I was not as young as I used to be.
"Ahhh… Will…" I gasped in warning. "We need to move this to the bedroom; quickly."
My young lover seemed to read my mind and he smiled coyly, obviously biting back a comment about my stamina and age.
Will and I discarded our clothes while making our way upstairs, and I nearly tripped over a few of the steps, getting distracted by his utterly gorgeous naked body. He was slim and muscular, with just the slightest traces of dark hair in the usual places.
"You are beautiful, Will." I whispered against his cheek once we'd finally made it to my bedroom. Our hands roamed in an exploratory fashion; Will's kept hovering around my ass while mine kept gravitating to that angelic mop of curls.
In an unexpected turn of events, Will moved away from my grasp and he swiftly stepped behind me, bringing my arms to meet behind my back. Before I realized just what he was doing, I felt the intense pressure of his leg pressing into the backs of my knees, forcing me face first into the mattress rather roughly. I grunted as air was forced out of my lungs. My hard cock was pinned against the bed at a painfully strained angle, and I quickly repositioned it with a shift of my hips.
The weight and heat of Will's body loomed over my back, his erection positioned between my ass cheeks, sliding over my hole teasingly.
"Get the lube." Will ordered firmly.
Immediately I obeyed, reaching over to the bedside table drawer, retrieving the bottle and letting Will take it from my hand.
"Good. Now… I'll make it feel good, but I am going to fuck you."
I gasped, my hips bucking once of their own accord when those words sent a surge of arousal through me.
"If you have a problem with that, I'll need you to tell me now. Because once I start, I am most certainly not stopping until I am finished with you. Understand?"
I nodded, feeling breathless and surprised at the sudden change of roles. I instantly fell in love with this dominant, courageous side of Will, and realized that I had a hidden side as well; a submissive, needy side. In fact, more surprising than Will's demeanor was that I found it so attractive; that I found his demand for submission to be the sexiest thing I'd ever experienced.
"Yes Will. Do what you wish to me. I… I just need you… your touch; your fingers; your cock."
Will emitted a growl, and I heard the distinct sound of the lube cap popping open.
"That's right, Hannibal. You're gonna take my fingers, and my cock. Someday you'll take my whole fist."
An embarrassingly high keen escaped my throat when the image entered my brain. Suddenly the idea of being penetrated with my lover's entire fist, an idea I'd never once considered, was hurled to the top of the list of things I wanted to do in the future. I was learning all kinds of new things about myself this morning.
"Yes! Please, please Will."
"Just my fingers, for now." He promised. And with that, he plunged two slick fingers into my hole; a passage that was very rarely stimulated, especially as the years went on and I became less and less adventurous during masturbation.
"Fuck!" I cursed, loving the beautiful pressure he immediately executed on my prostate.
"You're not allowed to come. Not until I say."
"Mmmmmpph." I whined uncharacteristically. The need for release became a life imperative; I felt like I was dying and in superb bliss all at once.
Suddenly the stimulation was gone; Will withdrew his fingers from inside me and I felt the head of his cock pressing against my tight ring of muscles.
"Yes… Yes, Will, please. Fuck me."
I heard Will's breath catch, he was no doubt aroused by my shameless begging; even I found my begging to be erotic.
Without hesitation Will thrust his hips forward, pushing his whole cock into me in one smooth motion.
"Ohhhh…" He groaned in a whisper. "Oh Hannibal… You're so tight."
"Nnnggh…." I struggled to remember to breathe as the initial painful burn hit me; I knew it was temporary. And sure enough, a few seconds later my muscles adjusted, pain fading and giving way to pure bliss.
When I felt the first thrust, out and in, I heard Will's breathing turn ragged; he was obviously fighting to stave off his orgasm as much as I was.
"Please, Will… harder."
I was immediately rewarded with a harsh thrust, and a hand gripping my hair.
"You're a slut for my cock, aren't you?" Will asked as his cock drove into my prostate again and again.
"Yes, Will." I confessed. "Please. Don't stop."
"Gonna come soon; you're too tight, I'll have to loosen you up so I can stay in this ass as long as I want; lay claim to your ass whenever I want and make you my slut.
"Yes!" I felt the tightness in my balls reach a critical level. I just had to come.
"Please! Will! I'm so close." I gasped breathlessly, holding onto the last thread of resistance with all my might.
Will laid down across my back completely, his sweaty chest tickling my skin as he pistoned himself in and out, again and again.
His hand suddenly crammed between my hips and the mattress so he could wrap it around my weeping cock.
"Go ahead, come on my cock, daddy."
"Ahhhh!" I literally shouted as my orgasm ripped through me. Copious amounts of semen shot all over Will's hand and I loved the feel of the sticky mess it created as he kept on fondling my softening member.
I felt Will's cock twitch violently and I could tell he was emptying himself inside me, claiming me as I'd done to him all those years ago.
"Ohhh… yesss… Hannibal. Oh God… Fuck…" Will groaned as his orgasm crested. His cock stayed inside me as he began kissing my bare skin, starting with sloppy kisses along my salty neck and turning into quick little pecks along my jaw line.
After what seemed a blissful eternity of slow, worshiping kisses, I finally felt Will's softened cock slip from my used hole. And he retreated enough that I could turn over, so we were face to face once again.
"Will… that was…"
"Yeah…" Will said, utterly breathless and clearly still riding his high. His eyes met mine, our gazes conveying all the love our words could not.
"You never cease to surprise me Will; always, in one way or another." I referred to the entire experience; his dominance, his talent, his utterly filthy dirty talk.
I smiled, remembering the dirty name Will called me, just before we came.
"You know… Sometime we'll have to talk about that 'daddy' kink of yours." I said teasingly.
Will cuddled by my side, his head on my fuzzy chest. I felt his smile against my skin.
"Oh yeah? Well someday we'll have to talk about the fact that you clearly loved it."
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And it was in that moment that I knew Will was not going anywhere. This was not a one-time thing for either of us. Will was here to stay; my angel was finally where he belonged; where we both knew he belonged.
And as for me, I knew that I risked agonizing heartbreak, loving a man as young and precocious as Will Graham. But I didn't care. If loving and caring for Will made him even half as happy as it did me, then any potential future suffering would be worth it.
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Will put his leg across mine, essentially spooning my supine figure and I could tell he was listening to the thudding rhythm of my heart.
"I love you, Hannibal."
"And I love you, Will. Let's get some rest. Perhaps I'll take you to dinner tonight; that restaurant on Fifth was quite nice."
Will chuckled a little, but he was already nearly asleep.
I sighed, running my fingers through those dark curls.
"Good night, my darling, Will Graham; the little boy who always has, and always will, possess my heart."
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THE END