It took me multiple years but i finally decided to write this fic about will and his boss the way i wanted the series finale of this show to go. I don't think the ending made much sense but oh well
And i doubt anyone's going to read this anyways cuz this show is like 12 years old and it only had one season but i wanted to write this because i can't believe it didn't exist before if anyone does read it, maybe give me some suggestions for the title cuz i don't have any ideas
Will hadn't wanted to go into work that day, and he definitely hadn't wanted to stay so late. But then he'd had that(another)fight with Megan and he'd told her he didn't want to be with her anymore so maybe work was exactly where he needed to be: being distracted from his misery by David's insanity.
He was going through the-millionth-changes his boss had suggested he make to the layout of their first issue when the man himself came in, chewing tensely on a pencil.
His demeanour altered, however, when he saw what Will had done.
"Yeah," he said suddenly, nodding with approval and actually smiling. "Yes!"
Will wasn't used to hearing that tone from him; it elicited a smile from him as well.
"Yeah, you think?"
"You nailed it. This is exactly right." For the first time all week, David looked properly satisfied as he pointed the end of his pencils at the photos spread out across the table. Will looked up at him as he leaned over, feeling pretty satisfied for the first time, too.
"Yeah? I mean, I couldn't figure out what you meant before, but I started looking at the copies side by side-,"
"It changed your perspective, right?" David finished for him. "Sometimes, I think I'm going crazy looking over the same piece of copy like sixty times, but when it's right, you just know it and it feels great, right?"
"Yeah, it does," Will agreed, David's enthusiasm infectious as he got steadily more animated. He made Will totally forget why he'd been so downcast just a moment ago.
It felt even better when David leaned over him again, took another glance at his work and declared, "I think we're finally done" with an exultant laugh. "We should celebrate. Champagne, in my office?"
Will's eyebrows flew off. That was not what he'd expected to hear next-and part of him wanted to call Megan, to share his excitement with her. But he didn't.
"Really?" he said instead.
David nodded.
"Yeah, you deserve it. Come on." He beckoned Will to follow him, turning and heading back toward his office.
Will stood and trailed after him, still riding the high of finally doing something right.
When he caught up to David, the other man really did have a bottle of champagne, which he was pouring into coffee mugs. He held one out to Will after filling it nearly to the brim.
"Probably not the kind you're used to, but-,"
"It's great." Will waved off his comment, taking the cup and raising it in a toast as David did the same with his.
That first sip was-yeah, definitely not what he was used to. Cheap champagne was apparently a lot stronger than the expensive stuff; both he and David pulled a bit of a face. Will almost didn't take another drink, but then he figured what the hell? He'd had a pretty shitty twenty four hours and now he had something to celebrate; he could afford to loosen up a little.
They both drank in companionable silence for a few moments-Will was getting pretty buzzed when David decided to speak again.
"Look, man, I'm sorry if I've been a little bit hard on you recently. It's just this is, uh, this is a huge opportunity for me. And I don't want your dad thinking he made a mistake in hiring me."
Will stared at him. He understood that and he felt a bit bad for how he'd talked to David earlier. The guy might not be the nicest, but he was a damn good editor-and Will felt the need to reassure him of that.
"Oh, I'm sure that he doesn't."
"Well, I don't have the luxury of being sure. I just have to be great." David paused, ducking his head a bit, then added. "You're lucky. You get to be both."
"What do you mean?" Will asked his stare becoming puzzled. His confusion deepened and was joined by an odd prickling sensation when David started to advance on him, putting his mug down and curving his lips even more.
"You don't have to be talented, but you are. And I know you didn't want to be here all day with me, but I really appreciate it. I'm lucky to have you as a member of my team."At some point, his voice had dropped, becoming low and almost a croon-and he'd gotten so close Will could practically feel his breath on his lips, tickling the hair above his top one. "In fact, I'd like to show you just how much I appreciate you."
Will didn't know how to respond; as it turned out, he didn't have to because, before he could, David had taken another step forward and captured his lips.
Will didn't immediately push him away. Maybe it was just the alcohol or maybe it was just the shock-the idea that his boss would want to kiss him had never crossed his mind because, for one thing, up until this moment, David hadn't seemed to like him in any special way. For another, he had to know Will was straight and the idea of kissing any other guy had never entered his mind.
Even so, it wasn't gross. It was definitely different, having another hard, flat chest pressed up against his own and the faint scratch of stubble against his face, but the longer it went on, the more he found himself enjoying it-and surprisingly responding.
That seemed to embolden David because he took it further, getting more into Will's personal space, curling a hand around the back of his head and tugging him down to better accommodate their height difference.
A moan made its way unbidden from will's mouth at the heat that blossomed between them as they got closer and he felt it going straight to his groin. His own hand shot out to grasp at David's shoulders, trying to ground himself, trying to think past the pleasant buzz rapidly spreading through to his lower regions. This shouldn't be happening, but somehow he couldn't get himself to stop it But when David's tongue tentatively slipped past his parted lips and he sucked it inside, he realized it was no use-if he was honest, at that moment, he kind of wanted the diversion.
Another moan rumbled out of his throat at the sensation of David exploring his mouth, his tongue dragging over the roof, over Will's teeth and sweeping against his own.
"David," he panted, his legs hitting the edge of his boss' desk-at some point, they'd switched positions so his back was to it-as he hardened against the firm thigh now resting between his legs.
David's fingers stroked across his front at the same time, causing him to arch involuntarily and his breath to stutter.
"I want you, Will,." David's voice was unfamiliarly husky and so soft Will almost missed what he said-but his fingers traveling nearly all the way south and coming to a halt at the strip of skin where his shirt had ridden up slightly got the message across.
Will felt his arousal spike higher, so high he lost the ability to think rationally even more than from the alcohol and he let David crowd him onto his desk, let his hand get underneath his shirt, a very unmanly gasp falling from his lips at the feel of a calloused palm on his bare abdomen-and then the night air as David pushed the material up to his chest. He pinched at one of Will's nipples and his employee's breath hitched again, the heat racing over him, growing unbearable, so he lifted his arms to allow David to remove it.
"I want to fuck you," David intoned roughly, pulling Will flush against him by his hips, his thumbs hooking in the waist of his jeans, clearly intending on pulling them off, too. His mouth shifted, ghosting over Will's cheek and his jaw, pausing by his ear. "Say you don't want this, too."
Will exhaled heavily, his breath wavering at the unexpectedly enticing action-and the silent promise. He was giving him a chance to end this now it wasn't technically cheating he had broken up with Megan but it hadn't been final this felt kind of like cheating and yet he didn't care but he felt no desire to take that chance. He wanted this, maybe not specifically with David, but since he was the one offering...
He shook his head, shoving at David's jacket and pushing his hips forward. "I do."
David smiled, sucking another brief but scorching kiss into the space below his ear and shrugging off his jacket before jerking Will out of his pants.
Will inhaled sharply as David cupped the front of his boxers and slotted their mouths back together-only briefly because will went for his shirt then. David rid himself of it rapidly before going back in, Will's hands dragging down to his waist. He never thought he'd be doing this with a guy, enjoying not feeling curves underneath his fingers, just smooth solid lines and muscles not as big as his but still present, and hearing not a high, breathy moan but a deep, pleased hum. It got him more worked up, pushed him to explore it, to want to explore more of David.
And obviously David was all too happy to permit that. He helped Will when he grasped his zipper, starting to undo his fly. He stepped out of his bottoms almost eagerly and kicked them aside before lifting Will's legs to either side of his waist.
Will groaned; he still didn't pull away, however. He submitted to it, submitted to David inching his boxers down, too, those blunt digits descending to the crease of his ass. Will's heart skipped a beat, his breath stuttering. That was something else that had never been done to him before and he was shocked to find that, just like everything else that had happened in the last few minutes, he liked it. He wanted this-and what came next.
He was dimly aware of David reaching into one of his desk drawers for something; his muscles clenched instinctively at those appendages-suddenly covered in something slick-pressing into him, but there was no desire for David to stop still. He spread his legs to offer him better access.
He heard David curse into his mouth. "Fuck, that's hot." That first finger was trembling as it breached him. There was the expected pain, and David's breath was coming in heavy, shaking puffs that fanned out over his face, but there was also the hint of pleasure and that drew another throaty moan from Will.
David was just as turned on, maybe much more, and Will saw sweat break out on his forehead-perhaps from holding himself back. There was an ill-concealed eagerness to how he added a second finger, scissoring the two together, increasing the stretch, the burn.
Will's hips jerked, trying fervently to ride them far past the point to hit the brakes and his head was reeling, overwhelmed by lust.
"David." This time, the other's name came out in a very uncharacteristic pleading tone, actually keen on continuing. "More."
His voice fractured as David granted his request, a third digit joining the first two, thrusting in and out at a pace that got will even dizzier. He kept pushing back, taking them further in, unable to restrain more strangled, wanton sounds.
His grip on David's shoulders became vise-like, no doubt leaving marks and David gave another grunt, pressing into it.
"Will." His free hand clamped on Will's hip, his fingers skating across his prostate, making him throw his head back. "Can I-?"
"Yes," Will gasped out before he could finish, rocking forward, urging David to finish what he'd started.
A sound of protest tumbled out when David withdrew his fingers with another curse-which almost immediately transitioned into a keen when David divested himself of his underwear and replaced his fingers with something significantly bigger.
It predictably hurt worse than his previous action, and Will's face contorted. He knew, though, from being on the other side, that it would get better and he was impatient to get to that part.
"Move," he demanded hoarsely, grinding his hips into David's once more once he'd adjusted.
Feeling him relax, David complied, inching out almost all the way then snapping his hips to push back in.
The drag, the friction had Will gasping again, knees clenching on either side of David's waist. He barely had time to get used to it before David repeated the motion going deeper, punching another strangled noise from his chest. The wood chafed at him but all he could feel was David filling him over and over, gaining speed.
It got much better then, with Will hitching his thighs higher, pulling him nearer and finding the right angle for him to hit his prostate again.
"Jesus, Will." David's mouth crashed against his on his next push inward, his voice coming out in a shaking rasp. Will caught a glimpse of his eyes before they closed and they were dark with hunger, with a warmth he hadn't seen in them before. He was too lost to really think on what that meant, though, lost in David's tongue thrusting in and out of his open mouth like he was trying to fuck him there too. He squeezed his own eyes shut against the overwhelming sensations: the currents racing up his spine and the slick of David's kiss building the molten coil in his stomach, and when David wrapped around his cock and started to stroke him, that coil reached its breaking point.
He cried out brokenly, come spurting out through David's fingers as his inner muscles clamped down around him. His rhythm faltered, another grunt vibrating against Will's mouth; he kept moving, though, more erratically and slightly harsher, until he hit his peak as well, groaning with his lips now at Will's chin.
As he gradually came down from his high, through the haze of booze and sex, it crossed his mind that he would probably regret-and feel-this in the morning. It would probably make things awkward between him and his boss, too; but, at that moment, none of that concerned him. All he felt was his success-and satiation.