TDIR: Just Like This

Jul 19, 2010 21:34

Fandom: The Dark is Rising
Main characters: Will, Bran
Referenced characters: N/a
Pairings: Will/Bran
Contains: Angst, sap, sex
Rating: NC17
Summary: Bran never let him keep the lights on before.
Notes: Written for the Porn Battle. It was meant to be sweet shmoopy porn, but my Will can only seem to perform in the minor key today.


Bran's just reaching out for the switch to turn the light off when Will catches his wrist, says, "Wait." Bran looks up at him, raising an eyebrow, and he smiles, half-embarrassed, a little defiant. "I want to see you."

"Will -- "

Will shifts slightly so he's straddling Bran's hips and runs his hands up over his chest, watching, watching the play of light and shadow over Bran's skin as he moves impatiently. There's not much light, really, just the lamp by the bed, and in the dark Bran's tawny eyes are unreadable. "You never let me see you. Either you won't let me get all your clothes off, or we do it in the dark. We've been together for years, Bran. I want to see you."

"Could've been together longer, if you hadn't decided for some reason to wait until we were twenty to tell me," Bran says, poking him in the ribs. There's a teasing look on his face, but Will can't... Bran stills, looks up at him. "You really want to, huh?"

"You're beautiful," Will says, simply. Holds still. Waits.

"I don't..."

Will leans down then, kisses him, licks into his mouth, slow and easy. He keeps that up until Bran's hands are on him again, one on the back of his neck and one resting on the small of his back, trying to pull him closer. Will bites gently, then, at the fullness of Bran's lower lip, and pulls back. "Why don't you want me to look at you?"

"I just -- " he looks away, but Will catches his chin, meeting his eyes again.

"Just let me," he says, softly. "I won't stare. I just want to see you." He leans down, brushes his lips over Bran's jawline this time, then bites at his neck, knowing he'll leave a mark, knowing it'll fade in time for Bran to go to work on Monday without worrying. He kisses down lower, mouthing over the sharp jut of Bran's collarbone, and smiles into his skin when Bran's hands come up to rest on his back. He takes his time, moving back now and then to look at Bran's face. He relaxes slowly, his fingers curling into Will's hair when Will finally gets down far enough to lick over one of his nipples teasingly.

"Use your teeth," Bran says, surprisingly hoarse all of a sudden. Will teases for a moment more, licking and then sucking, then bites gently. Bran's fingers tighten in his hair and he sucks in a breath. "S'good."

"One day, I'm going to drive you so crazy you forget all the English you know," Will says, then bites again. Bran makes a noise in the back of his throat, arching up. "Just so you can't be bossy anymore."

"You like me bossy," Bran says, grinning, just as Will lifts up ready to kiss his mouth again. Will pauses and Bran's eyes flicker over his face, surprised. "You do. You like me bossy."

Will grins and kisses him, takes his time over it, until Bran gets impatient and takes control, holding Will's head still and biting at his lip, pushing his tongue into his mouth, until they're both breathless. He's smirking when they finally pull apart, and he flips them over easily, pinning Will down and -- maybe for the first time -- taking his time to properly look at him. Will lies there and lets him, watching the expression on his face, the smirk turning into a softer smile, the faint sense of wonder in his eyes. They're pressed close like this, tangled together, and Will can feel Bran's cock against his hip, slick at the tip. He can't help but move, roll up into it, his own cock brushing over Bran's skin.

"Like this," Bran breathes, fitting against him more securely, reaching between them to press their cocks together, holding them in one grip. "Just like this."

Will knows he said he wouldn't stare, but he can't help but watch, caught by the gold of Bran's eyes, by the look on his face, the way he's biting his lip. He pushes up against Bran, feeling overheated and shaky and wonderful. His fingers slip on Bran's sweat-slick skin, his nails catching, and Bran gasps shakily. Will can see that he didn't mind, does it again; leaves half-moon indents in Bran's shoulders. Bran breathes a curse, moves against him faster, kissing him deep and wet and messy, both of them breathless, neither wanting to pull away enough to breathe. Will catches the smirk on Bran's face just before Bran leans in, biting at his earlobe, whispering.

"You like me bossy, huh? So what if I told you to come, just like this?"

"Bran," Will says, his breath whining in his throat, trying to move faster, trying to get more. Bran doesn't move at all, just keeps whispering, and Will feels as though he's caught in a fever, sweating and shaking and holding on tightly to Bran, and it's so good, better than anything, because he can see Bran, see his face when he pulls back and guess how close he is to losing his control. He pushes up, gets a hand between them and tangles his fingers with Bran's. "Come on," he says, desperately, and Bran moves against him faster, leans down to whisper again.

"Come on, Will, come for me," he says, desperately, and then, "please -- " and that's it, Will does, holding tightly to Bran. It shouldn't feel this good, but it does, because it's Bran, and Bran has him and knows him, and because he can see Bran, see the look of desperation on his face, see him shatter and come too.

They lie together quietly for a minute, even though they're sticky and overheated, even though the light's still on. Bran looks at Will like he's a puzzle he's got to figure out, brushing his fingers through his hair, and then presses a kiss to his mouth.

"We can do that again," he says, and Will laughs, but it hurts, too, because no matter how many times they do this, it'll never be enough, and Bran will never figure out the puzzle that is Will, and after him, no one ever could. He closes his eyes so that Bran doesn't see him, so he won't catch him out in the sudden harsh thought.

They waited too long, but at least they haven't been too late, he tells himself. He feels Bran against him, heavy and sated, and he doesn't want to move. He wants to stay right here, always.

This was originally posted here, on Dreamwidth.

one-shot, will/bran, the dark is rising, angst, sex, will, sap, bran

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