Authors note: I dunno if this will be accepted by you guys. I got really inspired to write my own story about "Gravitation" and this was what came out of it. I know it's not about the characters from "Gravitation" but there could be some similarity.
P.S I turned sick right after my birthday November 25th, 2006 so I've been a little crazy, lazy and dazy (hey, that rimed!)
Ahh, I'm so tired I can barely stand up or even think!
Anyway, let's get Chapter 6 going!
Wake me up when summer ends
The breezed was cool against his warm forehead. His hair brushed up in his face.
The sun was going down and the sand was warm against his back.
With ease, he unbuttoned his shirt so that the air could stroke his chest.
His eyes were closed and his lips were a little apart.
This was life. This was good. This was amazing. So quiet.
Almost like…
He opened his eyes and saw a white ceiling.
He stared for a moment and then sighed.
"A dream…" he mumbled and slowly sat up.
He drew his fingers through his black hair.
Then he stretched his arms and yawned. Jesus, was that a good dream.
He looked beside him.
There he was. Still and asleep. He was so beautiful. Nuzzling against the sheets.
He couldn't resist it. He never could deny him anything. And the little brat knew it, too.
He leaned down and kissed his cheek. And wasn't at all surprised when he felt the boy's arms wrapping around him.
"Mornin', Chris…" he smiled, his eyes shimmering.
"Good morning, Will…" he whispered back.
He snuggled up against him for several minutes.
Then, his eyes widened slightly and he ran up.
"Dammit, what time is it?"
"It's ten. Why?"
"Craaaap! I'm so freakin' late, now!" he called out and ran out of the room.
Chris gave up a loud sigh.
Same story every morning.
Will had either a meeting or a study date with a friend. It had been going on for days now.
He should start to get suspicious. He really should. But before he could start to think about the younger boy's behavior, something always came in the way.
This morning wasn't an exception.
Will came back into the room, crawled like a playful cat onto the bed and kissed his lover passionately.
Chris could do nothing else but sit still and kiss him back.
He felt Will's hand slipping down into his pajama bottom.
"Will…Stop it…"
"Mmm…nope…" he smiled.
Chris gasped for air. Will giggled and nibbled on his earlobe.
The brat knew this was hard for him.
He just teased him and just as usual, he would leave him right in the middle.
But that didn't matter right now.
Chris grasped the sheet, his grip seemed desperate.
"You like that?…" Will whispered.
Bastard!
He was so going to hear it when it was over. He knew exactly what he did.
But most importantly right now. You...musn't...moan…
"Aahh!"
Dammit!
He lost the game.
Will smiled.
"Does that mean 'Don't stop' or 'Stop'?"
Don't stop! Don't stop, you damn brat.
Chris bit his lip. Damn this kid.
Will bent down to his lap and stuck out his tongue.
And in his mind, Chris could see him smile with triumph when he put his hand behind the younger ones head.
"Will…" he moaned.
So close.
Maybe he would go all the way this time. Maybe…whoa! Where had he learned to do that?
So close... So painfully close.
"Oh, God. Will!…"
His head flew up, with a devilish smile.
"Well, gotta go now. Bye, baby."
He kissed him behind his ear, at his sweet spot before he ran out of the room.
Chris sat there, staring angrily at the closed door.
"Damn you, Will! Damn you!!" he screamed and threw a pillow at it.
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"You're so mean to him, brother." Lilly smiled.
It had the very same evil Will had used just an hour ago.
He laughed.
"Well, it keeps him with me."
"You're a teaser." Sean sighed.
"Yup, what of it?" Will smiled.
They all laughed.
Then, Will got serious.
"Okay, you guys. I think that everything's done. We've been looking for weeks, now."
Lilly nodded.
"But do you really believe in it, Will? That we have another father?"
Will looked out though the window, thinking deeply. Wondering what he would look like.
What he would be like.
"It just has to be true. We can't be that idiot's children."
Lilly sighed.
"Will, hello! She married dad! She didn't have very good taste. Not in anything, if I remember it correctly. And you shouldn't talk about her like that - oh, you meant him, I'm sorry..."
Lilly blushed slightly and smiled, excusing her stupidity.
Sean smirked.
"She was a lot like you guys?"
Will turned against him, a big smile on his lips and his eyes dreamy.
"Yeah, she was a real goofball. But we loved her. She was so wonderful. So gentle and so…so…Cool."
His thoughts went back to the night when she died.
All he had seen was a bed with a white cover being carried out of the house by two men and into an ambulance.
God, he still could se how her hand had fallen out from under the sheet and hung without any sight of life.
There had been a ring on her finger.
Her wedding ring.
That picture had stayed in his mind. Why was that? Was it something his mind wished to show him?
He smiled and shook his head.
"Naaww…So anyhow. Do you have the address?"
Sean nodded and gave him a piece of paper.
"It's all there, mate. This agency can help you find out if you are his kids. Now, all you have to do is go there. Take your time…Both of you…"
Lilly rolled her eye at them.
"Ya'll gonna rehearse today?"
Sean nodded.
"Yeah."
"You do that. Why don't you try and teach Lilly one thing and another?"
"Well…"
"I'm gonna go to the garage anyway so she better stay here. I'm sure she'll be perfectly satisfied with you here."
He didn't notice how they both blushed.
"Now, don't work her too hard, though. But put the stuff into her, so she can do it by herself later."
Their faces got more and more red.
"Heck, maybe you could show me too, if you get good enough at it, Lilly. I've never tried it with a girl before."
Lilly bit her lip, her eyes watering from the held back laughter.
Will smiled, still not noticing their state.
"But don't you get so good that they want you in videos, now." he teased.
Now he noticed their face expression.
"What's the matter? What's with the red faces?"
Lilly laughed, in a high voice.
"Oh, nothing."
"Yeah, it's nothing. Sure, I'll give your sister some music lessons." Sean said, biting his teeth togehter.
Will smiled and nodded, completely unknowingly.
"Alright, guys. I'm going. Bye, now."
The door slowly closed behind him.
They both started laughing.
"Oh my God, if he only knew what you're teaching me." she said and wiped some tears away.
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The car was working like a irritable panther.
"What's the matter, baby? You don't feel good?"
He got out of the car and opened the hood. Looking down at the silvery parts, he touched it with gentle fingers.
He loved this car. It was like his other half. Or like a lover. Like Chris. The car meant just as much to him as Chris did.
If not more.
The car was his life. Without it, he'd still be the wreck he was when he first moved here. A ghost or a shadow of the boy he once was.
And his brain hadn't spoken to him ever since he received the first call from the escaped prisoner he used to call "dad".
It was nice and quiet in his head. It was good. But he kind of missed it. It had worked like a conscience for him. Kept him from doing stupid things. Like getting into fights.
But Lilly worked just as well as the voice had.
Her voice could cut through anything and stop him from killing people. It made him weak.
Every time he heard her call out for him, his whole body stopped. He could hear her in his head at anytime.
'Brother!' and 'Will, stop it!' or 'You'll get hurt! That's enough!'
But he guessed he got weakest when she whispered in his ear.
'I'll never leave you, Will. I lost you once, I won't let that happen again…brother…'
She told him that when he was sad.
He remembered her telling him that the first night at the hospital.
After the whole, crappy episode with blackmailing and criminals running around.
And he agreed with her. He wouldn't let her go again.
That night when she'd bailed him out from the police-station, more than five years ago, they stopped being one.
They stopped feeling things together. They stopped seeing things together. They were spread apart.
And now they were together again.
Perhaps their love for each other wasn't like other brothers and sisters. But it was nothing more than love between sister and brother.
He loved Chris, Chris loved him. And Lilly…Well, maybe one day she'd find someone.
"She better wait her whole life." he grunted.
He'd taken off the top of his overall and now it hung around his waist and he wore a white t-shirt under.
Suddenly, oil started squirting all over him.
"Dammit! There's leak? Hold on, baby. I'll fix it for you." he said softly.
Over and over again, the picture of the hand kept showing up in his mind.
There was something about it that wasn't right.
Except for the fact that he kept seeing his dead mother's dead hand.
Naaw, it was best if he just stopped thinking about it.
He straightened up and stretched his back.
"I dunno, baby. This looks bad. I'll have to make some calls."
He walked over to a bench. Putting his leg up, grunting.
"Dammit! This leg just won't heal. And all the running I do between home and Chris' apartment aint' exactly making it better. It would be much easier if he could come over to me instead of the other way around...But we could get caught by Mary...or Lilly. Damn this!"
He looked at his beloved car, shook his head and smiled.
"Maybe I should just move in with him…"
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Chris sat on the couch with a cigarette between his lips.
Melanie walked back and forth.
"I know you guys love each other. But you can't let a little kid get in the way of your career. And as a police officer, I must remind you once again. He's sixteen, Chris…"
"Seventeen in a few days." he reminded her without blinking.
She sighed.
"Whatever! Don't you understand it's illegal? He is too young to be with you. When he's eighteen, I won't say anything. But for Christ sake, Chris! If anyone finds out about this you could be thrown in prison. You're twenty-two and he's sixteen…sorry, seventeen! That's five years between. "
He slowly blew out smoke and put the cigarette out in a ashtray.
Then stood up and looked at her.
"What can I say? I love him. But it's not like we're living together or anything. Nobody really knows about us and there's no use in telling the world. So what are you worried about?"
Again, she sighed.
"What if you have a fight and his foster parents decides to sue you? "
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Do you really think he's that smart?"
"Maybe not. But his sister is."
"Yeah…didn't think of that. But you have nothing to worry about. I won't fight with him, okay."
"Chris…I…"
Bang!
"Chriiiiiiiiissssss!! Are you home?"
"Oh, Christ." Chris sighed.
They turned to the door as the brunette boy came running in, jumping right into his lover's lap.
"Ompf!"
"Hiiiiii, Chris!" he exclaimed, smiling happily.
"Yeah…Hi, kiddo…ehm…can you do something for me?"
"Sure! What is it?"
"Get the hell off from me!"
Will got up from him and watched as he got up and brushed nothingness off his clothes.
"Hello, kiddo." Melanie smiled.
He waved at her with a dumb smile.
"Hi, Melanie. I didn't disturb anything, did I?"
She smiled at him.
"Not at all. I was just about to leave. Chris. Just think about what I said. Goodbye."
And she was gone.
"She's, like the weirdest cop I've ever met. Wearing short skirts and a red purse and all."
"She mostly works undercover. Anyway. Did you want something?" Chris mumbled and lightened a cigarette.
Will spun around, still wearing a smile.
"Yeah, actually I wanted to ask you if maybe I could, possibly, maybe…"
"Get to it, kiddo. I've got a migraine."
He breathed in and out several times.
Then he closed his eyes and said it.
"I think I should move in with you!"
There was nothing but incredible silence in the apartment.
He didn't like it. Not at all.
Why didn't he say anything? Why didn't he scream and yell at him?
He opened his eyes.
Chris stood there, staring at him, the cigarette between his fingers.
He didn't look angry, or even annoyed. He seemed to think about what Will had just said.
Was he seriously considering it? Will wouldn't dare to hope for either.
"Move in with me, you say? I'm not sure what you mean with that."
Alright, this was a fair chance to convince him.
"Well, I would sleep, eat and shower here."
"If I'm not mistaken you're already doing those things. Well, except from the sleeping part. You don't get much sleep here, do you?"
He wasn't joking. He was still looking serious.
Will blushed.
"With moving in, I mean I would have my stuff here. Instead of borrowing everything from you I could have my own things."
"What kind of things?"
"Umm...Like...towels…"
Dammit, that was all he could think of? How stupid am I? he thought.
Chris shrugged his shoulders.
"Why, you don't like my towels?"
Will closed his eyes again.
He'd made a fool of himself. It was stupid to think Chris would ever let him move in permanently.
"Please...Chris, just give me a simple yes or no."
"Fine. Then my answer is no. You can't live here."
He gasped without a sound as he opened his eyes again and stared at Chris.
"But…But, Chris…I…"
He turned away from him.
"Enough, Will. My answer is no and I will not change it no matter what you do."
He turned his head against him, eyes cold and ice blue.
Will took a step back.
He knew this would happen. So why did he insist on doing it anyway. Sure, Chris had said he loved him. But just that time on the roof and in the hospital.
Never again.
He was moving in too close too fast.
Chris didn't know how to deal with that so he simply shut him out.
Will's cheeks grew red and tears started running down his cheeks.
He smiled without any happiness.
"Great…Who…"
He looked straight into his eyes and screamed at him, tears running and cheeks red.
"Who would want to live with someone so cold, anyway!!" and with that, he ran out of the apartment.
Chris didn't seem to care much as he put the cigarette between his lips and breathed out the smoke again.
He crushed it against an ashtray.
"Dammit, kiddo. Just when I promised Melanie I wouldn't fight with you."
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"He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me…"
BAM!
Lilly looked up from where she was sitting in the garden, picking the peddals off a flower.
Sean stood on the porch, staring at her and breathing heavily.
"Hi."
She sat up, hiding the flower behind her back.
"Hi, Sean. Aren't you supposed to rehearse for tonight's concert?" she asked.
Without answering, he took a few steps and pulled her on her feet.
"Huh? Sean, what's wrong? Did something happen to Will? Is he okay? What?…"
He roughly dragged her up to him, kissed her deeply and looked at her with eyes dark of passion.
"Don't…think about your brother when I'm this turned on, love…"
She felt her cheeks burning.
That's why he came here? To have sex? What, was she some kind of sex-toy?
The passion in his eyes told her she was so much more than that.
Again, he pulled her up and kissed her.
With her hands behind her back, she picked the last peddle from the flower.
With a smile she let the white peddle fly with the wind as she thought.
He loves me...
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Will sat on the curve outside the building.
He was too tired from all the crying to run all the way home. And also, he was barefoot.
He'd forgotten his damn shoes!
He wiggled his toes in the blue socks.
With a great sigh, he got up and walked to the gate. And with a shivering finger, he pushed the button.
"Yeah?" he heard Chris answer.
"Let me in, I forgot my shoes."
Without any further conversation, the door was opened and with his head hanging, Will got inside.
He walked to the elevator, got in and slowly, it started to move upwards.
Why is it always like this? I did ask for a yes or no so why did I get so sad when he said no? I mean, it wouldn't make such a difference if I lived here. I go to school and go to the court. I go to his place and eat supper before we have mindblowing sex and then go to sleep.
So what, I get that at home to...
Well, it's not exactly the same. At home I eat, I argue with Lilly when she goes to sleep at one of her friends houses that I know nothing about and then I sleep. The only difference is that I get no hot very sexy sex before bedtime.
And Chris always seemed to be the strongest of the two of them.
But this time, he wouldn't be! He would take his shoes and leave again.
End of story.
Finally, he got to the highest floor and the doors slowly opened.
Before he could take a step, two arms dragged him out of the elevator and he tasted a kiss full of passion and heat.
"Took you a while to get up here, Will…I've been hard ever since you gave me that stupid excuse to make me let you in…"
Will's eyes widened.
That's what he thought? Who the hell did he think he was to try to seduce him like this? After he'd been so cold to him and - Ohhh...
Damn, he was hard!
Will slowly closed his eyes and returned the kiss.
This man wasn't cold. How could he be? His heat was not of this world.
A little more and he would burn.
Suddenly, he noticed they were still in the hall. Someone could come and spot them.
And not only Will's career would be over, but Chris' would be totally ruined.
"Chris…We're still in the hall...someone might see us…"
"Let them see…Let them see me with the one I desire, the one I want…the one I…" the kiss deepened and Will knew what hadn't been said.
He knew.
With ease, Chris put his arms around his waist, dragged him with him into the apartment and then into the bedroom.
After the episode with Will's father, they were now very careful to always close the windows.
No free-views here.
Chris dragged off Will's t-shirt and kissed his neck. Then he sat up and took off his own shirt.
He looked down at his lover and saw the eyes that were burning for him.
"I'm sorry Will…But I just…"
He smiled up at him.
Why did he smile after crying his heart out just a few minutes ago?
Maybe he understood. Maybe he knew. And maybe he would be able to convince him to let him move in anyway.
Dammit! That couldn't happen.
Not now. Not so soon.
"That's alright, Chris. I understand if you find me unattractive right now. It's okay. I can wait, it's no problem."
Chris gasped.
That's what he thought?
He looked so innocent. Will smirked at him and shyly looked into his eyes.
Will, shy? Ha! No way.
He came back to his sences and dragged Will towards him by grabbing his hair.
Will gave up a short whine before he tasted Chris' lips again.
Chris' eyes were dark blue, almost black now.
"Don't give up on me, Will. Bare with me. Let me love you…Let me hold you…Let me…" his hand slid down his chest and started unbuckling Will's belt.
And Will smiled.
He smiled and whispered to his lover.
"Always…I love you, Chris…"
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Noise was coming from Will's room.
Lilly opened the door and stared at her brother.
"What are you doing?"
He jumped, looked at her and returned to his search.
"You scared me. What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Okay, so what is it you're looking for?"
He stood up, with a lighter in his hand.
"I think I'm gonna start smoking."
"What!?"
He smiled at her, looking stupid.
"Just kidding, stupid. I got this from a jewel-shop in Paris."
"You stole it?!" she exclaimed.
This was a shock. Well, not really. After all, he was a master theif.
Will blushed.
"Well, yeah. But it was just out of old habit. It's okay, nobody saw me take it."
"That's not the point, Will! And you know it!"
He smiled again and snatched his shoulders nonchalantly.
"I don't care. I'm gonna give it to Chris. It's so beautiful, don't you think? Just like him."
His eyes were shining like the stars on the night heaven.
Lilly sighed and shook her head.
"Man, you're hopeless, Will."
He laughed.
"Yeah, I know I am."
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A man and a woman was sitting in the couch in Chris' apartment.
He gave the man some papers and took a sip of his beer.
"It's all there. But I still can't sing all the way. My voice cracks at some levels."
The man nodded and the woman smiled.
"That is alright, mr Turner. We'll leave now."
Chris looked coldly at then, giving away one of his famous ice-turning smiles and nodded.
"I'll call the doctor and talk to him about my condition."
"You do that. See you later, mr Turner."
And they were gone.
Chris turned around and looked at the cigarette package that was thrown on the table.
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The front door opened.
The apartment was dark and Will quietly closed the door.
"Chris? Are you here?"
He came into the living room, jumped and almost screamed.
"Whoa! Chris, you scared me! I thought you were out."
He was sitting on the couch, staring at the cigarette package.
He looked very concentrated.
"Ehh…Chris, what are you doing?"
"What does it look like? I'm trying to quit smoking."
He sat down next to him, looking surprised.
"Quit smoking? Why would you wanna do that?"
He looked at him, smirking.
"I thought you said you wanted me to quit. So, I'm quitting."
"When did I say that?"
Now he smiled and looked back at the package.
"The first time you came here, remember? You said I should quit smoking cause girls wouldn't like my breathing. That was the first time you slept over. You really don't remember that?"
Of course he remembered. He remembered every single moment with Chris.
But he never thought that he would remember.
"Feels like hundreds of years ago since we met, doesn't it?" he mumbled.
Will nodded.
"If you're giving up smoking, then I guess this gift I brought for you would be useless."
Chris looked up and at him again. And he looked surprised.
"You brought me a gift?"
He blushed under his gaze and nodded, shyly.
He picked up the lighter made out of crystal and with jewels on the side.
Chris stared at it for a while.
"Will…"
He looked up, his eyes shimmering and his cheeks red.
"Yes?"
Chris slowly looked up at him.
"How much did you spend on me, you stupid brat?!" he exclaimed.
Will shook his head and put his feet on the couch.
He smiled.
"I doesn't really matter. I'm giving it to you because it means a lot to me. You see, I was twelve years old when I got this. I was still not used to the life in London, and I kept a distance between me and my foster parents. They decided to bring me to Paris with them. They bought me toys and clothes. They gave me everything I never got before I came to them."
He breathed in and out before he, slowly and insecurely continued his story. This had to be hard for him to talk about.
He must have been such a scared child.
"I looked away for a second before I followed a red skirt with white dots on it. I was so short back then. I barely made it to the grown ups waists. I followed the skirt into a jewel shop. That's where I got the lighter. I just stretched out my little hand and took it out of old habit. As I put it in my pocket, I looked up at the lady with the red skirt. And I was terrified when I noticed it wasn't my foster mother."
Will twirled his hair around his fingers. This was a sensitive subject.
"I got so scared, Chris. I ran out of the store and just kept running…Eventually, it got dark and it started raining. Mary was carrying my jacket for me. It was such a hot day. And now it was night. And it was cold and it rained. The water just poured down from the sky."
He closed his eyes, remembering the cold water against his skin. Soaking his clothes and making him shiver.
He remember the terror in his child sized heart.
How it had raced faster that he ran.
"I ran as far as I could. Terrified that a bad man would find me and do the same things my father used to do...But after a while, I couldn't run any further. I was so tired and my legs ached. So I hid under the stairs in front of a house. I cried. The big boy attitude just disappeared and I cried my heart out. I thought I was going to die out of the cold. And that's when I remembered the lighter."
Chris just sat quietly and listened to the younger boy.
He could see it in front of him.
A younger Will sitting under the stairs, scared and sad. Gripping the lighter as if it was his last hope.
"I lightened it up and it kept me warm. The light was so strong and so beautiful…I still remember how my heart calmed down at the sight of the flame...It kept my mind clead...And after a little while, I heard someone call my name. And there they were. My foster parents. They had seen the light through the rain and followed it. And we were reunited again. They found me thanks to this lighter, Chris. And I also found something...I found my way home...I haven't used it ever since then. And because it means so much to me, I'm giving it to you now."
He stared at the younger boy as he put the lighter in his hands.
"You're...giving me this?…I don't understand…"
Will smiled.
"I want you to have it."
"But…"
Chris' face was dark and Will was afraid he'd moved forward too fast again.
"I don't understand, Will...I…"
Will was still smiling, a little confused now.
"What, Chris?"
He looked up at him and Will's eyes widened with shock.
Chris' eyes were almost filled over the edge with tears.
He looked so sad and heartbroken.
"I've been lost my whole life, Will…How can I expect anyone to find me?"
"C-Chris?…"
He looked down at his hands.
"It's been so dark around me, Will...And light is nowhere to be found."
Will was still frozen from the shock. But now he came back to normal.
He held the lighter in Chris' hand and lit it before he lifted up, both the lighter and Chris' hands.
He could see the flame's reflection in his eyes as Chris looked back up at him.
"Here is your light, Chris. I can see you. I'm here and I've found you, Chris…"
The lid of the lighter closed and it dropped to the floor as Chris pulled Will to him, hugging him tightly.
"You won't leave me?…You'll stay here?"
Will put his arms around his shoulders and hugged him back.
"Forever, Chris...Forever and more…"
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The moon stood high in the sky.
Chris rested his head on his hand and supported his arm against the pillow.
He looked at the younger boy's smaller frame. He was on his side, with the thin sheet up to his chin and he could see the forms of his body.
His beautiful body.
His eyes went to his legs, up to his gorgeous slim hips and then to the chest. And on to the face.
It could make so many different faces. Is was amazing.
Those lips that tasted like strawberries. That mouth could do many dirty things.
He smiled as he remembered.
And those eyes. They could look so different.
Happy, sad, misunderstood, cranky, passionate, hot, sweet, angry and of course: horny.
That was the one he liked the most.
He put his hand out and he could feel Will's skin under his fingertips. Such soft skin. Like honey. Same colour and same taste, even.
The same…He was so beautiful.
Suddenly, Will opened his eyes. He could see he was still half asleep telling by the blurred look he got.
"Hi…" he whispered and smiled softly.
He supported his elbows on the mattress as he corrected the position of the pillow. Then he relaxed his head against it again. He also smiled and Chris could see those white teeth of his.
"Hi, baby…What are you doing?…"
Baby? Did he just call him baby? Jesus, was he asleep. Maybe he thought this was just a dream.
Did he call him baby in his dreams?
"I'm looking at you when you're sleeping."
He closed his eyes with delight, still smiling.
"Is that so…And what do you see?"
"A beauty like no others…Those legs, that waist…your lips."
"Don't get any ideas now. I shaved my legs and put on a dress for you once...I aint' gonna do that again…" he mumbled.
"Interesting thought…"
He opened his eyes again, looking him straight in the eyes.
"Do you look at me often when I'm asleep?"
He nodded, with an insecure smirk.
Not a lot of people liked the thought of being watched when they were asleep.
Will smiled and dug his head deeper into the pillow.
"Don't stop it…I like it…" and he was asleep again.
Chris smiled and moved a stray of hair from his lovers face. Then his face expression got sad.
He shook his head, bent over and kissed the boy on the corner of the mouth.
"This is our last night, Will…I just wish I could tell you that…If you can't leave me I'll just have to leave you…We're going to tear each other apart if I don't…"
And the rest of the night, he kept looking at the boy he loved so much.
Until the first strays of sunlight lighted up the room.
Then, he also fell asleep.
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RING RING
Sean sat up.
His hair was a mess and he was naked under the sheets.
"What…Whazzat?…" he mumbled and looked around.
Someone moved next to him and he looked down.
Lilly was still asleep. She looked adorable.
She had both her hands between her thighs. It kept them warm, she'd said.
RING RING
"Huh?…Oh, the phone…" he bent over and picked it up.
He stared at it for a moment, waiting for it to ring again. And in the same time, he hoped it wouldn't wake Lilly up.
He'd gone pretty rough on her last night and he wasn't surprised that the first two rings of the phone hadn't made her wake up.
RING RING
He picked up.
"Yeah?"
"Is this Sean Shellwood?"
He scratched his head.
"Yeah, this is he. Who's this?"
"Maybe you don't remember me. I'm Chris Turner - Will's friend."
He immediately woke up.
"Yeah. Sure I remember you. I was just waking up…a little confused, you know."
He checked his watch.
It was 06:00.
"Do you know what bloody time it is? I was up all night so I need to sleep as long as I can cause I have an exam today. How did you get my number anyway?"
"Will's phonebook."
"Will's there?"
"As allways, yeah. But he's still asleep so you can't talk to him…Look, Sean…I wouldn't normally talk to you even if I had a gun pointed towards my head. I don't like you, okay. But unfortunately, I need your help with something…"
Sean looked surprised for a moment.
Then he nodded and said.
"Alright. What can I do?"
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Will came running into the music room, wearing his school uniform.
The students that were already there looked up at him shortly before they returned to whatever they were doing.
"Mr Underwood. So nice of you to join us. the teacher said with a ton of sarcasm."
Will didn't seem to notice as he walked over to his sister.
"You seem unusually perky today. What's up?"
"Oh, nothing. I'm just so happy…Last night I gave the lighter to Chris and he was all touched by it and then we hugged and then we had sex…And he was just…"
"Stop! That's too much information, Will!"
"But Lilly...he was nice to me."
"So? Isn't he usually nice to you?"
Will shrugged his shoulders.
"Well he usually treats me okay. But he's never that nice to me. He has a certain attitude against me, you know."
"What?! He treats you badly?! Oh, he's dead!"
Obviously, she wasn't listening.
"Lilly, stop it! You're scaring me!" Will said in a baby voice.
He had tears in his eyes and looked pathetic.
"Man, you're pathetic." she muttered.
"I know. he smiled, knowing he'd won the argument."
She picked up a guitar.
"Sean taught you anything?"
"Yeah, a little."
She played some accords.
Then, she started playing a song.
"What song is that? I think I've heard it before."
"Michael Jackson's song: 'Thriller'. Isn't it good?"
Will looked dreamy.
"And he's so cute, too. I would just love to squeeze that black butt of his."
She stopped playing and looked at him.
"Ehhm…Will…Michael Jackson isn't black anymore…
"What?! When did this happen?!"
She smiled and kept playing.
"You are so after your time, bro."
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"I mean, why didn't anyone tell me?! I have the right to know about these things!" Will exclaimed.
Sean sighed and put his bag under his arm.
"It's been going on for years. I can't help that the only video you've ever seen with him is 'Thriller'."
"Has the world gone bizarre?" Will sighed.
"Nope. But you have." Sean teased.
He looked at the time, then at Will.
"Ehm…Hey, you wanna go have a drink or something?"
Will stared at him.
"Seriously?"
He smiled.
"Sure. You can help me memorize the music."
"Okay! Let's go!" Will exclaimed.
Sean looked at him and for a moment he looked sad.
"What? Is something wrong?" Will wondered.
"No…Nothing's wrong, Will. Let's go, shall we?"
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"This is great. I feel all floaty."
Sean looked trough some papers of his, but looked up as Will spoke again.
This time, he sounded a little sad.
"Is something wrong, Sean?…"
"No, nothing is -"
He sat up straight.
"Come on, Sean...I'm not stupid...You never forget a word after reading it…So you don't really need my help with any memorizing…Tell me what's going on."
He looked away.
"I…"
"Sean, please!"
He looked back at his younger friend.
He had tears in his eyes.
"We're friends, right? You can tell me anything! I…"
He leaned closer and looked him straight into the eyes.
"I love you, Sean…You're like a brother to me...Even more than that…So please...Tell me what's wrong…"
Sean blushed as Will sat up again.
"Seriously, Will….Nothing is wrong."
He gave him his best smile and laughed.
"I'm just a little down today. There's no real reason for it. Honest."
Will looked like he didn't really believe that, but he didn't say anything either.
Then, he suddenly smiled and opened another can of beer.
"Fine. I believe you, Sean."
He stood up.
"Come on, mate. Let's walk the alcohol off."
And they started walking.
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As they came to the park, they stopped at the branch.
Will leaned on it and looked at the sunset.
"It's beautiful, aint' it?"
"Yeah…"
He turned around and leaned his arms against the branch instead.
He looked at the houses behind the huge treas.
"You know what? Chris lives nearby here. I think I wanna go see him."
"Let's not. Come on, the night's still young."
"I don't care. I wanna go se him."
He started walking away.
"Ehh…Will, your car's broken!"
He quickly turned around.
"What?!"
"Y-yeah. I didn't want to tell you this but a guy at your garage called me earlier and told me to tell you that your car has broken down."
Will stared at him for a moment, like he was thinking very hard.
Then he nodded.
"Alright, then. Let's go fix my baby up! he called out and started marching.
Sean laughed at his immature way and followed.
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"Chris and I are like this!" Will exclaimed and held up his hand with two fingers put together.
They were still walking and Sean had Will's arm around his shoulder to support him.
"Yeah, sure. I think you had too much to drink."
"Naaw, I feel great, Sean. S'aaall good!" he blurted out.
He looked up at the moon that was nearly full and he was speaking again.
"Chris and me, you know…He's the greatest shag I've ever had hick y'know…"
Sean sighed.
"He's the only shag you've ever had, Will."
Will got loud again, laughing.
"So what? He's the best ever, no matter how many I've slept with!"
He leaned in close and whispered in Sean's ear.
"He's got the fastest tounge I've ever felt…"
"Ri-ight…Too much info, Willie-boy."
"No, no, no…I'm serious! I'm not with him just for the fabulous, mind-blowing sex…I love him…He's great…"
He started singing, embarrassingly loud.
"Oh, Chriiiis! I loooove youuuuuu! Yeah, baby! I loooove…"
Sean sighed and looked down at Will.
His face was pointing to the ground and he had his hand up, as if he was telling Sean to wait for him to speak.
Then, he slowly said.
"I'm gonna barf, man…"
"I told you, you've had too much to drink. "
Will looked up at him and gave him a huge smile.
It was so huge, that Sean almost freaked out.
"Whoaa! Don't do that! You're scaring the balls of me!"
"Hehehe…"
"Just a little further and we're at the garage."
Will stopped and looked at him.
"You said someone called you? Told you the car was broken…"
"Well...Yeah."
Will shook his head.
"That's impossible, Sean."
"W-why's that?"
He took something up from his pocket. Sean saw a key glittering in the moonlight.
"Because I'm the only one with the key to the room where my car is."
Sean swallowed and looked away, trying his best not to look guilty. But Will wasn't stupid.
Not entirely, anyway.
"What's going on, Sean? What are you doing?"
He looked at him with sad eyes and Will suddenly knew.
"You…You're trying to keep me from going to Chris, aren't you?…Oh, God what...what's going on?"
He started screaming at him.
"What is it, Sean? Is there something wrong with him?! If there is!…Sean, then I will kill you!"
He turned around and started running back.
"Will! Will, wait! Damn it!"
He could just stand there and watch as his friend disappeared in the dark.
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"Stupid key…Come on, come on…"
The door swung open and Will ran into the apartment.
The only light in there was the moonlight.
He stood quiet and shocked at the sight of the empty apartment.
"What?…Chris?…You sold all your furniture?…" he whispered, knowing that wasn't so.
He saw something glimming in the middle of the floor and he walked straight to it.
It was the lighter he had given him.
Next to it there was a note.
I'm sorry, Will. I dont think I am ready to be found.
I'm leaving to never come back.
You'll be better of without me anyway.
You can keep the apartment if you wish. My keys are in the kitchen.
Goodbye, Will.
//Chris//
He stared at the paper.
He sat at the floor for almost an hour and let his eyes read the words over and over again.
He thought about what Chris had said when he gave him the lighter.
'I've been lost my whole life, Will…How can I expect anyone to find me?'
'I can see you. I'm here and I've found you, Chris…'
He looked around, but there was still no sign of anything.
Not one thing showed that Chris used to live here.
He felt like someone was hitting his stomach from the inside, over and over.
He bent down, hands on his face and cried.
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Okaaaaay! So this was chapter 6!
I'm afraid that this was the very last chapter that I've written about Will and Chris...
I've got plenty of great ideas, but there is nothing to fill out the blanks with, you know )
I would just love it if you guys came up with ideas.
Just write me and tell me what you think should happen next.
Will Lilly get better in her guitarr lessons? Will Sean and Greg get famous?
What's gonna happen between Greg and Anthony? Is there any heat? It's all up to you -
Wouldn't it be great if I made, like three more chapters based on your ideas and mine?
Heck, I think it's a great idea.
It dosen't matter if you've never written anything before, if you think you have no idea what you're doing - that's okay! I would just love you for a few words, thoughts and ideas!
Wouldn't have lasted this long wothout you!! D
Chris (popping up again):
Is she being serious? Are you really going to ask a bunch of amateurs for ideas?
Will (crawling up to the author and grapping her legs desperatley):
Nooo, you can't stop writing now! I have to know what's gonna happen! Is Chris going to come back? Is he?! Well, is he?!
Jesus...I don't know, alright... That's what I just said, aren't you listening?
Chris (lightening a cigarette):
You do as you wish. Just as long as you keep going. I dig your style, and I dig mine, too.
Of course you do... (sigh)
I had this idea! How would you guys like to talk to the actual characters of this story?
Just add this special-made msn . gravitation (underline) 4 - ever (at) hotmail . com (without the spaces) Then you just say which character you wanna talk to and we'll make it happen!
Take the chance! Ask the questions! Get the answers!
Really…I'm not crazy .'
Will (jumpig up and down):
Yeah! Talk to us, talk to us!
Chris (sighing):
Great. More fans to brother us…
Umm…well, goodbye...