One Night At The Inn Part 2
Hey everybody, sorry the second part took a while - I had loads of other things to do and to be honest, I had absolutely no idea how to continue this but now I have some type of idea so yay! ^^ Hope you like :)...and yes, I know it doesn't really involve 'one night at an inn' now but...what the hey! *grins*
Title: One Night At The Inn (Part 2)
Genre: Fluffy! :)
Pairing: Will/Jake
Rating: Probably around about an PG, maybe PG 13
Warnings: M/m kissing, Grimmcest
Summary: It's a freezing cold night at the Inn.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters
Feedback: That'd be fab! ^^
Around an hour later, the two brothers found themselves sitting in the back of a cramped old stagecoach and heading in the direction of a town neither of them could remember the name of. The message the teenage boy had given them said that somebody had heard of their apparent ‘ghost hunting’ techniques and wanted desperately for them to come and help them. Jacob always hated getting these requests but Will usually seemed alright with them. However, this time, he was evidently annoyed about it, even though they were getting paid and both silently knew they’d be able to bargain for more than the original offer. Yet no amount of money could change the time of morning they had to set off at. It was freezing cold outside and the moon was still hanging lazily in the sky, accompanied by millions of twinkling stars in the black night. The sun wasn’t going to rise for a few hours yet and both brothers were still sleepy and frustrated, reluctant to move when the message had arrived.
But there was something even more prominent on their minds. Something that drowned out the irritation of getting up at unearthly hours and walking out into snowy little villages with hardly any warmth at all. Merely 60 minutes or so ago, they had been in each other’s arms, kissing and making love without a care in the world. It had all seemed so good and natural back then but now, as the coach bumped out down uneven and unpredictable roads, Jacob was worrying, as it was inevitable he would. Will sat close beside him yet there was a strange distance between them, feeling even odder with the heavy silence hanging around. Neither of them really knew what to say now and Jake hadn’t been able to look Will in the eye as they’d exited the Inn to the coach, trying instead to focus back on the stories weaving and twisting in his mind. Yet not even they could distract him from the burning anxiety within his stomach, making him dizzy in the stuffy air.
What had happened in the last hour had not been right. He knew that and believed that too. Not only were they two men, and the society in which they lived did not look kindly upon that behaviour, but they were also brothers as well, blood relatives. Jake loved Will, of course he did, yet he wasn’t sure in what way anymore. Yes, he loved him as family but there felt like there was something else now. He couldn’t deny he had felt it a few times before that night though at that moment, it was even stronger than ever before, haunting his thoughts and all his other emotions. He wanted to be accepting to his feelings but nothing like this had ever happened to him previous to that morning, not even with a girl. Not with anybody. Just Will. His own brother. And he didn’t know what on earth to do about himself or his wayward feelings. He certainly couldn’t try and ignore them though - he knew that far at least. In many of his tales, characters had strived to deny their true selves yet honesty had always shown through in the end and proved that it would have been a much easier journey if they had opened up their hearts a little more to believe in what they really felt. He wanted to take that easy route, he really did, but it was a difficult situation to be in. Will was his brother and he didn’t want to hurt him. However, loving him in the way that men and women loved each other was seen as completely outrageous. Could he really do that?
He dreaded to think about what would happen if anybody found out. It had turned out that the teenage boy sent to deliver their message had only seen them embracing and that had relieved them to no end but it still made Jake squirm with discomfort to imagine what might have occurred had he arrived a couple of minutes earlier. And that was another thing he was sure of. Nobody could discover what had happened that night and about the feelings they - or maybe just Jake, he didn’t know about Will - were having. It wouldn’t mean particularly nice circumstances if the word got out.
That scared him immensely but he tried to ignore it. If he loved Will, he loved him and he couldn’t ignore or deny that. The power of love was more powerful than any other force in the universe - or so his tales told him - and he didn’t want to toy with that. It would seem a great loss to leave his true emotions behind so he tried to be strong yet he was still very grateful when sleep began to slowly claim him again, brought on by the calming and gentle noise of the horse’s hooves driving the stagecoach onwards through silent villages. After a few minutes, his eyelids started to become very heavy and there was nothing else he could do but let them drop, blocking out any other vision. Dreams gradually came to him and he fell within their warm embrace, promising tranquillity and escape. Within seconds, he was fast asleep in the back of the coach and Will was looking tiredly over at him, knowing they were going to need something much more than fake witch traps and magic beans to get out of this one.
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A couple of hours later, Jake was brought from his pleasant dreams back into reality by the soft cry of a cockerel echoing through the slightly open window of the coach. He was disorientated and confused and for a few moments, he had no idea where he was, thinking he was still back at the Inn. But then he saw the leather style seats in front of him and things began to gradually fall back into place again like a jumbled jigsaw. A gentle stream of sunlight was falling ever so tenderly through the glass and pooling in an amber bath beside him and he realised now that daybreak must be getting near. The last time he had seen the world it had been in complete darkness, dotted only with little stars and a barely there moon, but that morning, everything seemed so beautiful, a complete contrast to his twisting and worrying mind. He had hoped sleep might cure it a little but unfortunately, it hadn’t done as much as he’d wanted it to.
Still, as he gradually woke up and got used to his surroundings, he noticed there was a body pressed up against him, warm and soft. His head was resting on something and as he moaned in tiredness, he realised it was Will’s shoulder. They were breathing gently together, still sleepy after their short slumber, but although visions of the night before suddenly flashed into Jake’s mind, he didn’t pull away, striving to accept this. Instead, he lifted his head a little and nudged Will’s neck, almost falling into his lap with fatigue. Will caught him and held him steady, slowly bringing him back up into a sitting position beside him. Jake blinked his bleary eyes, staring back at him.
‘’ Will...’’ he muttered, squinting against the momentarily over bright sunlight. ‘’...where are we?’’
‘’ Not sure...’’ came the reply and Jake noticed Will was adjusting his jacket for him, pulling it back up his arms where it had fallen down during his sleep. ‘’...but I wanted to tell you something.’’
‘’ Mmm? What’s that?’’ Jake had a feeling he knew what was coming.
‘’ About last night...’’ Will started, suddenly looking a little more shy than usual. Jake wasn’t used to seeing him like that. ‘’...I-I don’t really know what happened...It just kind of - kind of...Well, I didn’t plan for that anyway...I’m really sorry, Jake.’’
But Jake just shook his head, smiling gently. ‘’ It’s okay, Will,’’ he replied. ‘’ I forgive you.’’
Will smiled back as he said this and nodded, instinctively reaching up to stroke Jake’s cheek. He stopped before he could, suddenly thinking better, but Jake silently urged him to go on, leaning forward. ‘’ Thank you...’’ he muttered softly, brushing his soft face and then down to his lips, tilting his head upwards. ‘’ Oh Jake...’’ he breathed and their hearts pounded together. ‘’ I love you, Jake.’’
‘’ Love you too, Will. You know that.’’
‘’ I do.’’ And gradually, Will moved in further and captured Jake’s mouth, lacing their fingers as they began to kiss passionately. The leather seating squeaked quietly underneath them when Jake got closer, pressing their willing bodies together but just when Will’s hands ran up inside his shirt, quenching his desire to touch his brother’s warm, soft skin, there was a sudden noise and the stagecoach ground to a halt, making them leap away from each other. From the front of the coach, the driver leapt out and frustratedly trudged around the side, throwing open the door to the area the brothers were sitting in, still slightly curved up against each other.
‘’ Out,’’ he commanded gruffly and evidently annoyed. Jake and Will obeyed immediately and scrambled out into the cool morning sunshine, tight and cramping after their stuffy and mostly uncomfortable long ride. Out before them, there stood a quaint little village, almost silent in the early day and a passer by would not have been blamed for thinking it was completely abandoned if they happened to stumble across it. There was nobody about at all and for a while, there was no other noise except for the two brothers stumbling about.
The stagecoach driver watched them from the horses, his eyes narrowed. It had been bad enough getting up that early in the morning for those two - and he didn’t like driving that coach at the best of times - but something else had happened on the ride that he was not expecting at all. In the carriage behind him, his two passengers had been embracing very close and after a while, he had seen them kissing, more emotionally than any other encounter he had ever seen before. He knew they were brothers and had not liked witnessing this one bit so he had decided he was going to do something about it. Though it wasn’t just purely for that. Something else was haunting his mind and that thought was fuelling his hatred even more. This had to be done.
TBC