Daddy part 8
Daddy
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: A/W G/W
DISCLAIMER; They aren’t mine I just play with them
SUMMARY: AU Spangel. Buffy and Giles are married and are both in their 40’s. They have a 15 year-old son, William and live in England.
WARNING: Under age stuff, non-con, rape, daddy kink, I don’t know what else. If you're not comfortable with this, then turn around and walk away...
A/N A big thank you as always to Ely_Jan the queen of commas for being the best beta in the world!!
Previous parts can be found here
Part 8
After Angel’s mum and sister left the night before, Angel lay down next to his boy to sleep. Will eventually positioned himself so that Angel was behind him, spooning him gently as they soaked up the heat from the fire. When Angel woke, the first thing he noticed was his aching back., Carefully he sat up, cradled in his head in his hand, and stared at his boy. He knew this was just the beginning and that things would get worse, but right at this second he didn’t care. He had his boy and his boy was safe.
Angel continued to stare taking in the details of Will’s beautiful face, looking so young, so vulnerable.
“What are you staring at?” Will asked, his eyes still closed.
Angel smiled. “Thought you were asleep.”
Will opened his eyes and looked at him. “Been dozing on and off for a while, what time is it?”
Angel looked at his watch. “A little after ten.”
“What time is your Dad coming round?”
“Dunno, soon I think, you want breakfast?”
“Yeah, as long as it’s not mustard on toast,” Will replied with a cheeky grin. Angel smiled and bent his head to kiss the cheeky smile away.
“Mustard on toast it is then,” Angel said smiling, as he quickly got up, then slowly helped his boy to stand, pulling him into a close hug. “Morning,” Angel whispered staring into the deep pools of blue.
“Morning,” Will whispered back, feeling his heartbeat quicken and his face flush. Angel smiled.
They both jumped apart when there was a harsh knock on the door.
“It’s Dad,” came a muffled voice through the front door.
“I’ll pop the kettle on,” Will said as he walked towards the kitchen.
Angel quickly walked over to the front door and was about to unlock it then thought better and checked the spy hole just to be sure it was his father and not Will’s. Seeing that it wasn’t Will’s father, quickly Angel unlocked the door and opened it.
“Took your time didn’t you, a man could catch his death waiting out here.” Angel’s Dad barged in carrying a large tool box and a carrier bag full of stuff. Angel went to close the door. “Go help your mother, she’s waiting by the car.”
Angel quickly found his shoes, grateful that he and Will hadn’t gotten changed the night before, and quickly walked down stairs.
“At last, what took you so long?” Joyce asked as she climbed out of the car.
“Sorry.”
“Come give me a hand getting this lot inside,” she said as she opened the car boot.
“What is all this?” Angel asked as a sea of carrier bags greeted his eyes.
“Shopping,” Joyce informed him as she started to load her son up with bags.
“I can see that, what kind of shopping?”
“Food, clothes, cleaning stuff, toilet rolls, you know - shopping,” Joyce happily informed him.
“Mum, that’s enough!” Angel yelped as she hooked another bag to his right hand.
“Well, off you go, and send your father down to help with the next run,” she yelled after him.
Angel started the long climb up the stairs quietly cursing his mother under his breath and counting down the number of steps left. At fifteen to go, he was ready to kill his mother for giving him so many bags that they cut into his fingers and his arms felt as if they were burning. At two to go, Angel couldn’t take it and he put the bags down making sure not to let go of the handles and yelled, “DAD!!”
John poked his head out of the door.
“Help,” Angel whined.
John smiled as he walked over. “I see Mum loaded you down.”
“I wouldn’t be smiling if I were you, she wants you to come and help with the next trip,” Angel said happily.
“Oh god, I thought I had gotten out of that.” John took one set of bags off his son and grunted under the weight. “Christ, what has that woman bought,” he grumbled as he staggered into the flat and dropped the bags on the sitting room floor with a thud.
Will poked his head out of the kitchen. “What’s that?” he asked.
“Lord only knows,” John said as he walked out of the flat.
“Mum’s been shopping.”
“Oh.” Will said as he walked into the sitting room and started looking through the bags. “Bloody hell, there’s enough food here to feed an army,” he said. Getting no response, he looked around to find the flat empty. “Looks like I’m putting away,” he said happily to himself, picking two of the bags up and taking them to the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Angel and John were being loaded up again by Joyce.
“So was there any more trouble after I left?” Joyce asked.
“No, none,” Angel replied wincing as his mum popped another bag into his hand.
“Do you think there will be?” John asked.
“Don’t know.”
“Of course there will be, you should have seen Buffy’s face, and poor Will, I can’t believe he didn’t talk to someone before now. How is he?” Joyce asked
“He’s fine.”
“I got him some pills from work; they should help with the pain.”
“Joyce enough, I’m not as young as I was and I can’t carry all this,” John said wearily.
“Course you can dear, you’re my big strong man.”
“Much as I love that thought, I really can’t carry any more,”
“Angel, can you take a few more, are you sleeping with Will?”
“Joyce!”
“Mum!”
“What, I need to know,” Joyce said defensively.
“I thought we agreed, it was none of our business and that the lad would tell us when he was ready.” John said.
“No dear, you agreed, I didn’t. Well, are you?” Joyce asked Angel.
Angel looked at his mother’s expectant face and knew he wasn’t going to be able to wheedle out of this one. Taking a deep breath, he plunged in, “We are not sleeping together…”
“See, I told you the lad had more sense,” John interrupted.
“Yet,” Angel said quietly.
Both his parents looked at him.
“And what do you mean by yet?” Joyce asked.
“Well…we haven’t…done…it…yet…” Angel stuttered. He hated these kind conversations.
“But you plan on it?” Joyce clarified.
“Yes, I want to,” Angel said quietly head bowed.
“And Will?”
“I think he does too. It’s not something we have really talked about properly.” Angel’s face flushed slightly, as memories of the other night flew through his head along with the words his boy had muttered to him. Angel took a deep breath. “I think I love him,” he stated.
“Son, you know he’s too young and it’s illegal, right?” His father asked
“I know, but he will be sixteen soon and we all know he isn’t an innocent that I am corrupting,” Angel stated stonily while grinding his teeth together.
John shuffled his feet uncomfortably, and Joyce just stared at her son before sternly saying, “That may be so, and if anything, him being an innocent, for lack of a better word, might have be easier on the pair of you. You have to take into consideration all that the poor boy has been through.” Joyce sighed. “Just don’t do anything rash; you have to talk to him, take your time and please for the love of all, be careful, and use a condom.”
“Mum!”
“Joyce!”
“What? Am I not allowed to worry now?”
“Come on lets get this lot upstairs,” John said as he walked towards the block door.
“There’s more on the back seat!” Joyce yelled after them.
“What!”
“More?” Angel moaned. “Dad, why didn’t you stop her?” Angel asked as he and his father walked slowly and methodically up the stairs.
“Have you ever tried to come between your mother and shopping? I’m not that stupid,” John huffed they walked up the stairs. “So, how is the boy?”
“He’s fine, Dad. You don’t have to talk about this you know,” Angel said with a smile. He loved his dad. He tried, but Angel knew he had a hard time accepting that his son was gay.
“I know, but for once, I understand this one. Didn’t with those other blokes you had, but with Will I can see it.”
”Dad, you are freaking me out now,” Angel chuckled.
John laughed. “Yeah, I’m freaking myself out at the mo’. He’s a good kid, you look after him.”
“I will,” Angel said as they dumped more bags on the sitting room floor and both stood panting. “God, I hate those stairs.”
“Me too.” John patted his son on the back. “Come on, this should be the last load.”
Will popped his head out of the kitchen, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw all the bags. “More?”
Both father and son nodded.
“We need a bigger kitchen,” Will muttered.
Angel and John smiled as they both walked back out for what they hoped was the last trip.
An hour later, most of the shopping was away and John, with Angel’s help, had fitted the deadbolt, new window locks and two chains.
“Mum phoned up the landlord and sorted all that out yesterday,” John said while sipping his tea.
“Thanks,” Angel said quietly. “You know I will pay you back, right?”
“I know, Son. When you’re ready, no rush,” John smiled as he checked his watch. “Speaking of rush, we need to get going, Joyce, if you’re going to make that hair appointment.”
“Oh, I forgot,” Joyce said as she stood up and started gathering her stuff. Angel stood and Will began to rise from the floor where he had been laying when Joyce turned and glared at him. Will slowly sank back to the ground with an apologetic smile. Joyce pulled her son into a hug. “You take care and call if you need anything, or just call.”
“Yes Mum.”
“Come on Joyce, or you are going to be late,” John huffed knowing it would be his fault if his wife missed her appointment.
Angel smiled. “Thanks for the stuff.”
“Anytime. Will, take care and if you need any more pills or anything, just ask and I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thank you.”
John walked up to his wife while she fluttered about and started guiding her to the door. “Well, see you soon.”
“Thanks Dad, bye.”
The front door closed and Angel took a deep breath before collapsing onto the sofa. “God, I love them, but they are hard work.”
Will smiled and started crawling across the floor, mainly because it was too hard to stand up and he wanted to be near Angel.
Angel watched the sight before him and felt his cock respond to the sight. “Will, we need to talk.”
Will stopped mid crawl, poised like a cat, and stared at Angel. “Okay, what do we need to talk about?” He tried to keep the worried tone out of his voice, but failed miserably.
Angel stared at his boy, his brain searching for the words and coming up blank. “Hey, it can wait until later. Come here.” Angel held his arms open in invitation to his boy.
Will stayed where he was mentally debating whether he should move or not. Taking a deep breath, he said, “No, you say what you were going to say. I need to know.”
Angel sighed and let his arms fall. “It’s nothing to do with us, well, it kinda is but its not…Mum…well you see…umm.”
Will giggled despite his fear. He had never seen Angel so lost for words. “Why don’t you start at the beginning, luv?”
Angel smiled. “Yeah, Mum’s worried that I may be taking advantage of you…”
“They know?” Will squeaked.
“Yeah, I was getting to that. I told them earlier, down by the car.”
“Wow, how did they take it?”
“That’s the interesting part, I’m not sure. Dad likes you more than all my other boyfriends, Mum’s worried…”
Will started crawling towards Angel again. “So, I’m your boyfriend then?”
Angel stared into Will’s piercing blue eyes. “Well…ummm…do you want to be?”
Will took hold of Angel’s knees and leaned forwards. “Yes, I would like that very much,” he said as he planted a deep kiss on Angel’s lips.
Angel pulled his boy closer, feeling the blood rush from his head straight to his cock. Will pulled away, and Angel groaned at the loss of those sweet lips.
“So, what did you really want to talk about?”
Angel sighed and closed his eyes knowing this would be easier if his mind was blank instead of full of the beauty before him. “Sex,” he said in a rush.
Will giggled. “Sex?”
“Yes.”
“You want to give me the talk about the birds and the bees?” Will giggled in spite of the fact he was trying so hard not to.
Angel opened his eyes and looked at his boy struggle not to laugh, and couldn’t help but smile. “I’m serious; you’re fifteen, and it’s illegal and well…”
“Angel luv, do you want to have sex with me?”
Angel sighed. He knew he should say something grown up like they should wait, but the look on his boy’s face, lips slightly parted, head tilted to one side, sent all the blood straight to his cock and his brain stopped working. “Yes,” he answered huskily.
Will felt a shudder run through his body. Was he ready for this? Is this what he really wanted? Half of him wanted this so badly he was aching all over, but the other half was scared. What if it was like before, with ‘him’, and what if it hurt? Could he still be with Angel after? What if he didn’t like it and wanted to stop halfway and Angel said no.
Angel saw the flicker of fear cross Will’s face. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to, and we won’t do it until you are ready.”
Will nodded and laid his head on Angel’s chest, listening to his lover’s heart beating rhythmically. Angel curled his arms around his boy protectively and waited. He knew Will would talk when he was ready.
“I want to,” Will eventually whispered.
Angel sighed with relief.
In a voice shaking with fear Will said, “But not yet. I want to wait till everything is healed.”
Angel pulled his boy closer. “Good, that’s what I want too; not until you are ready, no time limit, nothing, when you’re ready, and if we want to,” Angel said emphasizing the “we”.
Will relaxed into Angel’s arms. “Thank you.”
“So, what do you want to do today?”
Will smiled grateful that Angel had decided to change the subject. “Well, I suppose we ought to put the rest of the shopping away, not that I can see how we are going to fit it all into the cupboards. Your Mum has bought us enough food to last us a lifetime.”
Angel chuckled. “Yep, she’s good at that.”
Will slowly stood and held his hand out to help Angel up. “Come on, let’s go sort the kitchen out.”
“I’ll pop this lot back first,” Angel said indicating the bed covers still strewn all over the floor by the fire from the night before.
“’kay,” Will said as he walked towards the kitchen and Angel began picking up the bedding.
Will walked into the kitchen and sighed at the sight. There were tins all over the counter and bags full of god knows what all over the floor. He and Joyce had put all the fridge and freezer stuff away while Angel and John had been fitting the deadbolt and stuff. Opening one of the kitchen cupboard doors, Will started sorting things out. He didn’t know where anything went, so he just started popping things away where he thought they should go.
“Will?” Angel asked in a shaky voice.
Will turned quickly, he hadn’t heard Angel approach, then he froze. Angel was standing there holding his bag, looking at him questioningly.
Will felt the blood drain from his face, ‘Angel will be angry, didn’t mean to make him angry, William will be a good boy.’ Will mentally gave himself a shake pushing the unwanted thoughts from his head. “Sorry I got scared. And…”
“You were going to leave?”
“Yeah.” Will looked at the floor waiting for the eruption to happen, the yelling, the throwing things. But it never came. Instead, he found himself engulfed in Angel’s arms, held so tight it hurt to breathe.
“Don’t ever leave me,” Angel pleaded.
Will relaxed into those possessive, protective arms and felt the tears prickle behind his eyes. “I didn’t want to; I just thought it would have been best for you.”
Angel pulled back and looked at the top of his boy’s head. Slowly he lifted Will’s chin.
Will allowed Angel to lift his head and he stared into tear filled eyes.
“You being here is what’s best,” Angel said quietly.
Will reached up and wiped a lone tear from Angel’s cheek. “I’m sorry.”
Angel nodded, lowered his face and kissed his boy tenderly; it was unlike anything Will had experienced before, so full of emotion and feeling. Eventually their lips parted and they stood holding one another.
Angel chuckled. “I see what you mean about the amount of food.”
Will smiled; he knew Angel understood. “Yeah, the freezer and fridge are already full.”
“Come on, let’s get it away, then I’m going to cook.”
Will begrudgingly pulled away from those possessive arms with a sigh. “You can cook?” he asked with an amused tone. “Something other than mustard on toast.”
Angel chuckled. “Yes I can cook, so how do you fancy beans on toast?”
Will laughed. “How about I cook dinner tonight.”
“I was joking.”
“I know, but I wasn’t. I wanna cook for you.”
Angel smiled. “Alright then, you cook. And I’ll wash up after.”
“Good, I hate washing up,” Will said with a smile.
TBC
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: A/W G/W
DISCLAIMER; They aren’t mine I just play with them
SUMMARY: AU Spangel. Buffy and Giles are married and are both in their 40’s. They have a 15 year-old son, William and live in England.
WARNING: Under age stuff, non-con, rape, daddy kink, I don’t know what else. If you're not comfortable with this, then turn around and walk away...
A/N A big thank you as always to Ely_Jan the queen of commas for being the best beta in the world!!
Previous parts can be found here
Part 8
After Angel’s mum and sister left the night before, Angel lay down next to his boy to sleep. Will eventually positioned himself so that Angel was behind him, spooning him gently as they soaked up the heat from the fire. When Angel woke, the first thing he noticed was his aching back., Carefully he sat up, cradled in his head in his hand, and stared at his boy. He knew this was just the beginning and that things would get worse, but right at this second he didn’t care. He had his boy and his boy was safe.
Angel continued to stare taking in the details of Will’s beautiful face, looking so young, so vulnerable.
“What are you staring at?” Will asked, his eyes still closed.
Angel smiled. “Thought you were asleep.”
Will opened his eyes and looked at him. “Been dozing on and off for a while, what time is it?”
Angel looked at his watch. “A little after ten.”
“What time is your Dad coming round?”
“Dunno, soon I think, you want breakfast?”
“Yeah, as long as it’s not mustard on toast,” Will replied with a cheeky grin. Angel smiled and bent his head to kiss the cheeky smile away.
“Mustard on toast it is then,” Angel said smiling, as he quickly got up, then slowly helped his boy to stand, pulling him into a close hug. “Morning,” Angel whispered staring into the deep pools of blue.
“Morning,” Will whispered back, feeling his heartbeat quicken and his face flush. Angel smiled.
They both jumped apart when there was a harsh knock on the door.
“It’s Dad,” came a muffled voice through the front door.
“I’ll pop the kettle on,” Will said as he walked towards the kitchen.
Angel quickly walked over to the front door and was about to unlock it then thought better and checked the spy hole just to be sure it was his father and not Will’s. Seeing that it wasn’t Will’s father, quickly Angel unlocked the door and opened it.
“Took your time didn’t you, a man could catch his death waiting out here.” Angel’s Dad barged in carrying a large tool box and a carrier bag full of stuff. Angel went to close the door. “Go help your mother, she’s waiting by the car.”
Angel quickly found his shoes, grateful that he and Will hadn’t gotten changed the night before, and quickly walked down stairs.
“At last, what took you so long?” Joyce asked as she climbed out of the car.
“Sorry.”
“Come give me a hand getting this lot inside,” she said as she opened the car boot.
“What is all this?” Angel asked as a sea of carrier bags greeted his eyes.
“Shopping,” Joyce informed him as she started to load her son up with bags.
“I can see that, what kind of shopping?”
“Food, clothes, cleaning stuff, toilet rolls, you know - shopping,” Joyce happily informed him.
“Mum, that’s enough!” Angel yelped as she hooked another bag to his right hand.
“Well, off you go, and send your father down to help with the next run,” she yelled after him.
Angel started the long climb up the stairs quietly cursing his mother under his breath and counting down the number of steps left. At fifteen to go, he was ready to kill his mother for giving him so many bags that they cut into his fingers and his arms felt as if they were burning. At two to go, Angel couldn’t take it and he put the bags down making sure not to let go of the handles and yelled, “DAD!!”
John poked his head out of the door.
“Help,” Angel whined.
John smiled as he walked over. “I see Mum loaded you down.”
“I wouldn’t be smiling if I were you, she wants you to come and help with the next trip,” Angel said happily.
“Oh god, I thought I had gotten out of that.” John took one set of bags off his son and grunted under the weight. “Christ, what has that woman bought,” he grumbled as he staggered into the flat and dropped the bags on the sitting room floor with a thud.
Will poked his head out of the kitchen. “What’s that?” he asked.
“Lord only knows,” John said as he walked out of the flat.
“Mum’s been shopping.”
“Oh.” Will said as he walked into the sitting room and started looking through the bags. “Bloody hell, there’s enough food here to feed an army,” he said. Getting no response, he looked around to find the flat empty. “Looks like I’m putting away,” he said happily to himself, picking two of the bags up and taking them to the kitchen.
Meanwhile, Angel and John were being loaded up again by Joyce.
“So was there any more trouble after I left?” Joyce asked.
“No, none,” Angel replied wincing as his mum popped another bag into his hand.
“Do you think there will be?” John asked.
“Don’t know.”
“Of course there will be, you should have seen Buffy’s face, and poor Will, I can’t believe he didn’t talk to someone before now. How is he?” Joyce asked
“He’s fine.”
“I got him some pills from work; they should help with the pain.”
“Joyce enough, I’m not as young as I was and I can’t carry all this,” John said wearily.
“Course you can dear, you’re my big strong man.”
“Much as I love that thought, I really can’t carry any more,”
“Angel, can you take a few more, are you sleeping with Will?”
“Joyce!”
“Mum!”
“What, I need to know,” Joyce said defensively.
“I thought we agreed, it was none of our business and that the lad would tell us when he was ready.” John said.
“No dear, you agreed, I didn’t. Well, are you?” Joyce asked Angel.
Angel looked at his mother’s expectant face and knew he wasn’t going to be able to wheedle out of this one. Taking a deep breath, he plunged in, “We are not sleeping together…”
“See, I told you the lad had more sense,” John interrupted.
“Yet,” Angel said quietly.
Both his parents looked at him.
“And what do you mean by yet?” Joyce asked.
“Well…we haven’t…done…it…yet…” Angel stuttered. He hated these kind conversations.
“But you plan on it?” Joyce clarified.
“Yes, I want to,” Angel said quietly head bowed.
“And Will?”
“I think he does too. It’s not something we have really talked about properly.” Angel’s face flushed slightly, as memories of the other night flew through his head along with the words his boy had muttered to him. Angel took a deep breath. “I think I love him,” he stated.
“Son, you know he’s too young and it’s illegal, right?” His father asked
“I know, but he will be sixteen soon and we all know he isn’t an innocent that I am corrupting,” Angel stated stonily while grinding his teeth together.
John shuffled his feet uncomfortably, and Joyce just stared at her son before sternly saying, “That may be so, and if anything, him being an innocent, for lack of a better word, might have be easier on the pair of you. You have to take into consideration all that the poor boy has been through.” Joyce sighed. “Just don’t do anything rash; you have to talk to him, take your time and please for the love of all, be careful, and use a condom.”
“Mum!”
“Joyce!”
“What? Am I not allowed to worry now?”
“Come on lets get this lot upstairs,” John said as he walked towards the block door.
“There’s more on the back seat!” Joyce yelled after them.
“What!”
“More?” Angel moaned. “Dad, why didn’t you stop her?” Angel asked as he and his father walked slowly and methodically up the stairs.
“Have you ever tried to come between your mother and shopping? I’m not that stupid,” John huffed they walked up the stairs. “So, how is the boy?”
“He’s fine, Dad. You don’t have to talk about this you know,” Angel said with a smile. He loved his dad. He tried, but Angel knew he had a hard time accepting that his son was gay.
“I know, but for once, I understand this one. Didn’t with those other blokes you had, but with Will I can see it.”
”Dad, you are freaking me out now,” Angel chuckled.
John laughed. “Yeah, I’m freaking myself out at the mo’. He’s a good kid, you look after him.”
“I will,” Angel said as they dumped more bags on the sitting room floor and both stood panting. “God, I hate those stairs.”
“Me too.” John patted his son on the back. “Come on, this should be the last load.”
Will popped his head out of the kitchen, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw all the bags. “More?”
Both father and son nodded.
“We need a bigger kitchen,” Will muttered.
Angel and John smiled as they both walked back out for what they hoped was the last trip.
An hour later, most of the shopping was away and John, with Angel’s help, had fitted the deadbolt, new window locks and two chains.
“Mum phoned up the landlord and sorted all that out yesterday,” John said while sipping his tea.
“Thanks,” Angel said quietly. “You know I will pay you back, right?”
“I know, Son. When you’re ready, no rush,” John smiled as he checked his watch. “Speaking of rush, we need to get going, Joyce, if you’re going to make that hair appointment.”
“Oh, I forgot,” Joyce said as she stood up and started gathering her stuff. Angel stood and Will began to rise from the floor where he had been laying when Joyce turned and glared at him. Will slowly sank back to the ground with an apologetic smile. Joyce pulled her son into a hug. “You take care and call if you need anything, or just call.”
“Yes Mum.”
“Come on Joyce, or you are going to be late,” John huffed knowing it would be his fault if his wife missed her appointment.
Angel smiled. “Thanks for the stuff.”
“Anytime. Will, take care and if you need any more pills or anything, just ask and I’ll see what I can do.”
“Thank you.”
John walked up to his wife while she fluttered about and started guiding her to the door. “Well, see you soon.”
“Thanks Dad, bye.”
The front door closed and Angel took a deep breath before collapsing onto the sofa. “God, I love them, but they are hard work.”
Will smiled and started crawling across the floor, mainly because it was too hard to stand up and he wanted to be near Angel.
Angel watched the sight before him and felt his cock respond to the sight. “Will, we need to talk.”
Will stopped mid crawl, poised like a cat, and stared at Angel. “Okay, what do we need to talk about?” He tried to keep the worried tone out of his voice, but failed miserably.
Angel stared at his boy, his brain searching for the words and coming up blank. “Hey, it can wait until later. Come here.” Angel held his arms open in invitation to his boy.
Will stayed where he was mentally debating whether he should move or not. Taking a deep breath, he said, “No, you say what you were going to say. I need to know.”
Angel sighed and let his arms fall. “It’s nothing to do with us, well, it kinda is but its not…Mum…well you see…umm.”
Will giggled despite his fear. He had never seen Angel so lost for words. “Why don’t you start at the beginning, luv?”
Angel smiled. “Yeah, Mum’s worried that I may be taking advantage of you…”
“They know?” Will squeaked.
“Yeah, I was getting to that. I told them earlier, down by the car.”
“Wow, how did they take it?”
“That’s the interesting part, I’m not sure. Dad likes you more than all my other boyfriends, Mum’s worried…”
Will started crawling towards Angel again. “So, I’m your boyfriend then?”
Angel stared into Will’s piercing blue eyes. “Well…ummm…do you want to be?”
Will took hold of Angel’s knees and leaned forwards. “Yes, I would like that very much,” he said as he planted a deep kiss on Angel’s lips.
Angel pulled his boy closer, feeling the blood rush from his head straight to his cock. Will pulled away, and Angel groaned at the loss of those sweet lips.
“So, what did you really want to talk about?”
Angel sighed and closed his eyes knowing this would be easier if his mind was blank instead of full of the beauty before him. “Sex,” he said in a rush.
Will giggled. “Sex?”
“Yes.”
“You want to give me the talk about the birds and the bees?” Will giggled in spite of the fact he was trying so hard not to.
Angel opened his eyes and looked at his boy struggle not to laugh, and couldn’t help but smile. “I’m serious; you’re fifteen, and it’s illegal and well…”
“Angel luv, do you want to have sex with me?”
Angel sighed. He knew he should say something grown up like they should wait, but the look on his boy’s face, lips slightly parted, head tilted to one side, sent all the blood straight to his cock and his brain stopped working. “Yes,” he answered huskily.
Will felt a shudder run through his body. Was he ready for this? Is this what he really wanted? Half of him wanted this so badly he was aching all over, but the other half was scared. What if it was like before, with ‘him’, and what if it hurt? Could he still be with Angel after? What if he didn’t like it and wanted to stop halfway and Angel said no.
Angel saw the flicker of fear cross Will’s face. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to, and we won’t do it until you are ready.”
Will nodded and laid his head on Angel’s chest, listening to his lover’s heart beating rhythmically. Angel curled his arms around his boy protectively and waited. He knew Will would talk when he was ready.
“I want to,” Will eventually whispered.
Angel sighed with relief.
In a voice shaking with fear Will said, “But not yet. I want to wait till everything is healed.”
Angel pulled his boy closer. “Good, that’s what I want too; not until you are ready, no time limit, nothing, when you’re ready, and if we want to,” Angel said emphasizing the “we”.
Will relaxed into Angel’s arms. “Thank you.”
“So, what do you want to do today?”
Will smiled grateful that Angel had decided to change the subject. “Well, I suppose we ought to put the rest of the shopping away, not that I can see how we are going to fit it all into the cupboards. Your Mum has bought us enough food to last us a lifetime.”
Angel chuckled. “Yep, she’s good at that.”
Will slowly stood and held his hand out to help Angel up. “Come on, let’s go sort the kitchen out.”
“I’ll pop this lot back first,” Angel said indicating the bed covers still strewn all over the floor by the fire from the night before.
“’kay,” Will said as he walked towards the kitchen and Angel began picking up the bedding.
Will walked into the kitchen and sighed at the sight. There were tins all over the counter and bags full of god knows what all over the floor. He and Joyce had put all the fridge and freezer stuff away while Angel and John had been fitting the deadbolt and stuff. Opening one of the kitchen cupboard doors, Will started sorting things out. He didn’t know where anything went, so he just started popping things away where he thought they should go.
“Will?” Angel asked in a shaky voice.
Will turned quickly, he hadn’t heard Angel approach, then he froze. Angel was standing there holding his bag, looking at him questioningly.
Will felt the blood drain from his face, ‘Angel will be angry, didn’t mean to make him angry, William will be a good boy.’ Will mentally gave himself a shake pushing the unwanted thoughts from his head. “Sorry I got scared. And…”
“You were going to leave?”
“Yeah.” Will looked at the floor waiting for the eruption to happen, the yelling, the throwing things. But it never came. Instead, he found himself engulfed in Angel’s arms, held so tight it hurt to breathe.
“Don’t ever leave me,” Angel pleaded.
Will relaxed into those possessive, protective arms and felt the tears prickle behind his eyes. “I didn’t want to; I just thought it would have been best for you.”
Angel pulled back and looked at the top of his boy’s head. Slowly he lifted Will’s chin.
Will allowed Angel to lift his head and he stared into tear filled eyes.
“You being here is what’s best,” Angel said quietly.
Will reached up and wiped a lone tear from Angel’s cheek. “I’m sorry.”
Angel nodded, lowered his face and kissed his boy tenderly; it was unlike anything Will had experienced before, so full of emotion and feeling. Eventually their lips parted and they stood holding one another.
Angel chuckled. “I see what you mean about the amount of food.”
Will smiled; he knew Angel understood. “Yeah, the freezer and fridge are already full.”
“Come on, let’s get it away, then I’m going to cook.”
Will begrudgingly pulled away from those possessive arms with a sigh. “You can cook?” he asked with an amused tone. “Something other than mustard on toast.”
Angel chuckled. “Yes I can cook, so how do you fancy beans on toast?”
Will laughed. “How about I cook dinner tonight.”
“I was joking.”
“I know, but I wasn’t. I wanna cook for you.”
Angel smiled. “Alright then, you cook. And I’ll wash up after.”
“Good, I hate washing up,” Will said with a smile.
TBC