Fic: (Sky High, Will/Warren, PG)
At least for those of you who read Sky High fic. And I won't even moan about the fact that there were no valentines for me this year. You're welcome.
Okay, so, just to prove that I am neither cruel or a malicious bitch, as alleged in the comments to my last post, I wrote a follow-up to the Sky High fic. Longhand. While I was working. One of the patrons wanted to know what I was focusing so hard on. He said I looked like I was enjoying myself. I tell you this so you will know the sacrifices I make for you.
Of course now that the second part is written, it's screaming for a third part and then subsequent parts, I'm sure, which will eventually turn into a series if/when I have the time to write it. I have to spend most of the weekend organizing my shit so I can be ready for the move, though, so don't be expecting more any time soon. I'm just saying. I think the ending of this one will be a little less traumatic than the last, at least.
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It takes Will awhile to close the front door. After that he spends ten minutes wandering around the house in a daze, fingers pressed to his mouth. He can still feel Warren's mouth against his - warmer than Layla's or Gwen's ever were - and he can feel Warren's hands gripping his shoulders hard to pull Will close. Like Warren wanted to kiss him, like maybe he'd been thinking about it for awhile and he wanted to do it before he lost his nerve.
Only Warren's never been nervous about anything. Will's pretty sure he doesn't even know what it means, and if he does he definitely wouldn't be nervous about Will.
That doesn't explain his sudden exit, though, and by the time Will stops to think about it he's mad. It's one thing to show up and kiss him without warning; that part was okay - more than okay - but he doesn't get to kiss Will like that and then just take off. Not without some kind of explanation, or at least a hint about whether or not there will be a next time.
He isn't going to get away with it, either, at least not if Will can help it. And right now he knows exactly where Warren is, so there's no way Warren can avoid him. He'll probably be pissed when Will shows up at the Paper Lantern, but that's his own fault for kissing Will and then just walking away.
Sure enough, when he gets to the Paper Lantern there's Warren, setting out silverware and napkins for the dinner crowd. He looks a lot different with his hair pulled back; less dangerous, maybe, and that makes it easier for Will to confront him.
Not that he's scared of Warren. Mostly he's just scared of the answer to the question he's about to ask.
He's halfway across the restaurant before Warren looks up, frowning and setting his bin full of silverware down on the table. "Hey."
"Hey? You can't just come over to my house and do…that and then say 'hey' like nothing happened."
"I had to get to work."
He's looking at Will like that's a perfectly reasonable explanation for kissing him and then just running out, and it's all Will can do not to laugh in his face. "Are you serious?"
"Well it wouldn't have taken me so long to get to your house if you hadn't taken off so fast."
And okay, Will hadn't thought about that. But it still doesn't excuse the fact that Warren kissed him and then just ran away.
"Okay, I'm sorry. But you still don't…" Will clears his throat when his voice cracks, willing away his blush and leaning in a little closer. "You can't just kiss a guy and then take off without even saying whether or not you meant it."
Warren lets out a sigh and glances over his shoulder to make sure the restaurant's owner isn't lurking somewhere, ready to yell at him to get back to work. There are no customers in the restaurant, but Will knows the dinner crowd is about to start and then he'll have to get out of Warren's way. He isn't leaving without an explanation, though, no matter how many people show up to hear it.
"I'm working, Stronghold."
And now Warren just sounds annoyed, but as far as Will's concerned he doesn't have a right to be. "Hey, you started it, not me."
Warren lets out an impatient growl and nods his head toward the back of the restaurant, and now Will knows Warren's mad, but at least he's going to get an answer. Will follows him down a short hallway that leads to the bathrooms, stopping when they're out of sight of the kitchen. And he's supposed to be the one with the super strength, but before he can react Will finds himself pressed up against the wall.
Warren's whole body is pinning him in place, thigh pressed between Will's legs and his hands on either side of Will's shoulders. For a second he just looks, like he's trying to decide whether to kiss Will again or burn him into a cinder. Then he makes up his mind, leaning in to press too-warm lips against Will's. He gasps against Warren's mouth, lips parting and Warren groans and presses even closer. Will's hands find their way to Warren's waist, fingers flexing hard against the cotton of his t-shirt where it meets his jeans. His heart's pounding hard against his chest and he's pressing against Warren, trying to get them even closer. And Warren's right, this is a bad place for this, but at least now he has an answer. At least he thinks he does, but until he hears the actual words he's not sure of anything.
A few seconds later Warren pulls away, breath hot against Will's cheek and his eyes…God, Will's never seen his eyes that dark. "I meant it."
"Yeah," Will says. "Okay." And somewhere in the back of his mind he knows just how stupid he sounds, but he can't get his mouth to work with his brain. "Okay. Good."
"So is it okay with you if I get back to work before they fire me?"
"Sure," Will says again, and this time he doesn't care how stupid he sounds, because Warren's smirking at him and that means he's not mad. "So I'll talk to you later?"
"Yeah," Warren answers. He leans in a little, and when he stops a few inches away, Will pushes himself off the wall and presses their lips together again. It starts out soft, but before he knows it his hands are fisted in Warren's shirt again. And he knows Warren has to go back to work, but it turns out he really likes this whole kissing thing. He's pretty sure he could keep kissing Warren forever, especially if he's going to keep doing that thing with…
"Oh my God."
The familiar voice jolts Will out of the moment, and when Warren pulls away he looks over to find Layla staring at them. And it would be better if it had been Warren's boss, because yeah, Warren would probably be fired, but at least Will wouldn't have to live with the memory of the look on Layla's face.
"Christ," Warren mutters until his breath, pulling away and Will has to fight not to pull him close again. Because any second now Warren's going to walk away, and then Will will be right back to feeling totally clueless. Clueless and without a best friend, and now he really doesn't know how to fix things with Layla.
"Layla," he says, but that's as far as he gets before she's shaking her head.
"I just…I wanted to talk to Warren," she says, already backing toward the door and Will didn't think it was possible to feel any guiltier than he did this morning. "Oh, God."
She turns and runs before Will can stop her, and he really wishes people would stop doing that. Except he has no idea what to say to make this right, or if it's even possible to fix things between them. With Warren it was easy; if Will could have stopped him he would have just kissed him again. But if he goes after Layla and catches up with her he has no clue what to say.
"I gotta get back," Warren says, but he's still just standing there. "You didn't tell her why you dumped her, did you?"
"I wasn't really sure," Will answers, and he knows how lame that sounds, but it's true.
"You sure now?"
"Yeah. Yes. Definitely sure."
"Good," Warren says, backing toward the dining room but he's still looking at Will. "You should probably go after her."
Will nods, because he knows Warren's right. Layla's been his best friend forever, after all, and he wants to make things right with her. The problem is that he has no clue where to start. He watches Warren walk away, stalling until his...God, his new boyfriend disappears around the corner. When Warren's finally gone Will lets out a sigh and heads for the door, heading in the direction of Layla's house while he tries to think of something to say that won't make her hate him even more.
Okay, so, just to prove that I am neither cruel or a malicious bitch, as alleged in the comments to my last post, I wrote a follow-up to the Sky High fic. Longhand. While I was working. One of the patrons wanted to know what I was focusing so hard on. He said I looked like I was enjoying myself. I tell you this so you will know the sacrifices I make for you.
Of course now that the second part is written, it's screaming for a third part and then subsequent parts, I'm sure, which will eventually turn into a series if/when I have the time to write it. I have to spend most of the weekend organizing my shit so I can be ready for the move, though, so don't be expecting more any time soon. I'm just saying. I think the ending of this one will be a little less traumatic than the last, at least.
~
It takes Will awhile to close the front door. After that he spends ten minutes wandering around the house in a daze, fingers pressed to his mouth. He can still feel Warren's mouth against his - warmer than Layla's or Gwen's ever were - and he can feel Warren's hands gripping his shoulders hard to pull Will close. Like Warren wanted to kiss him, like maybe he'd been thinking about it for awhile and he wanted to do it before he lost his nerve.
Only Warren's never been nervous about anything. Will's pretty sure he doesn't even know what it means, and if he does he definitely wouldn't be nervous about Will.
That doesn't explain his sudden exit, though, and by the time Will stops to think about it he's mad. It's one thing to show up and kiss him without warning; that part was okay - more than okay - but he doesn't get to kiss Will like that and then just take off. Not without some kind of explanation, or at least a hint about whether or not there will be a next time.
He isn't going to get away with it, either, at least not if Will can help it. And right now he knows exactly where Warren is, so there's no way Warren can avoid him. He'll probably be pissed when Will shows up at the Paper Lantern, but that's his own fault for kissing Will and then just walking away.
Sure enough, when he gets to the Paper Lantern there's Warren, setting out silverware and napkins for the dinner crowd. He looks a lot different with his hair pulled back; less dangerous, maybe, and that makes it easier for Will to confront him.
Not that he's scared of Warren. Mostly he's just scared of the answer to the question he's about to ask.
He's halfway across the restaurant before Warren looks up, frowning and setting his bin full of silverware down on the table. "Hey."
"Hey? You can't just come over to my house and do…that and then say 'hey' like nothing happened."
"I had to get to work."
He's looking at Will like that's a perfectly reasonable explanation for kissing him and then just running out, and it's all Will can do not to laugh in his face. "Are you serious?"
"Well it wouldn't have taken me so long to get to your house if you hadn't taken off so fast."
And okay, Will hadn't thought about that. But it still doesn't excuse the fact that Warren kissed him and then just ran away.
"Okay, I'm sorry. But you still don't…" Will clears his throat when his voice cracks, willing away his blush and leaning in a little closer. "You can't just kiss a guy and then take off without even saying whether or not you meant it."
Warren lets out a sigh and glances over his shoulder to make sure the restaurant's owner isn't lurking somewhere, ready to yell at him to get back to work. There are no customers in the restaurant, but Will knows the dinner crowd is about to start and then he'll have to get out of Warren's way. He isn't leaving without an explanation, though, no matter how many people show up to hear it.
"I'm working, Stronghold."
And now Warren just sounds annoyed, but as far as Will's concerned he doesn't have a right to be. "Hey, you started it, not me."
Warren lets out an impatient growl and nods his head toward the back of the restaurant, and now Will knows Warren's mad, but at least he's going to get an answer. Will follows him down a short hallway that leads to the bathrooms, stopping when they're out of sight of the kitchen. And he's supposed to be the one with the super strength, but before he can react Will finds himself pressed up against the wall.
Warren's whole body is pinning him in place, thigh pressed between Will's legs and his hands on either side of Will's shoulders. For a second he just looks, like he's trying to decide whether to kiss Will again or burn him into a cinder. Then he makes up his mind, leaning in to press too-warm lips against Will's. He gasps against Warren's mouth, lips parting and Warren groans and presses even closer. Will's hands find their way to Warren's waist, fingers flexing hard against the cotton of his t-shirt where it meets his jeans. His heart's pounding hard against his chest and he's pressing against Warren, trying to get them even closer. And Warren's right, this is a bad place for this, but at least now he has an answer. At least he thinks he does, but until he hears the actual words he's not sure of anything.
A few seconds later Warren pulls away, breath hot against Will's cheek and his eyes…God, Will's never seen his eyes that dark. "I meant it."
"Yeah," Will says. "Okay." And somewhere in the back of his mind he knows just how stupid he sounds, but he can't get his mouth to work with his brain. "Okay. Good."
"So is it okay with you if I get back to work before they fire me?"
"Sure," Will says again, and this time he doesn't care how stupid he sounds, because Warren's smirking at him and that means he's not mad. "So I'll talk to you later?"
"Yeah," Warren answers. He leans in a little, and when he stops a few inches away, Will pushes himself off the wall and presses their lips together again. It starts out soft, but before he knows it his hands are fisted in Warren's shirt again. And he knows Warren has to go back to work, but it turns out he really likes this whole kissing thing. He's pretty sure he could keep kissing Warren forever, especially if he's going to keep doing that thing with…
"Oh my God."
The familiar voice jolts Will out of the moment, and when Warren pulls away he looks over to find Layla staring at them. And it would be better if it had been Warren's boss, because yeah, Warren would probably be fired, but at least Will wouldn't have to live with the memory of the look on Layla's face.
"Christ," Warren mutters until his breath, pulling away and Will has to fight not to pull him close again. Because any second now Warren's going to walk away, and then Will will be right back to feeling totally clueless. Clueless and without a best friend, and now he really doesn't know how to fix things with Layla.
"Layla," he says, but that's as far as he gets before she's shaking her head.
"I just…I wanted to talk to Warren," she says, already backing toward the door and Will didn't think it was possible to feel any guiltier than he did this morning. "Oh, God."
She turns and runs before Will can stop her, and he really wishes people would stop doing that. Except he has no idea what to say to make this right, or if it's even possible to fix things between them. With Warren it was easy; if Will could have stopped him he would have just kissed him again. But if he goes after Layla and catches up with her he has no clue what to say.
"I gotta get back," Warren says, but he's still just standing there. "You didn't tell her why you dumped her, did you?"
"I wasn't really sure," Will answers, and he knows how lame that sounds, but it's true.
"You sure now?"
"Yeah. Yes. Definitely sure."
"Good," Warren says, backing toward the dining room but he's still looking at Will. "You should probably go after her."
Will nods, because he knows Warren's right. Layla's been his best friend forever, after all, and he wants to make things right with her. The problem is that he has no clue where to start. He watches Warren walk away, stalling until his...God, his new boyfriend disappears around the corner. When Warren's finally gone Will lets out a sigh and heads for the door, heading in the direction of Layla's house while he tries to think of something to say that won't make her hate him even more.