Fic: Best Laid Plans (Days Fic)
Title: Best Laid Plans
Author gradgirl (aka Ali)
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: It was never supposed to go this far.
Spoilers: Everything that has aired until now.
Notes: Days fic -- EJ/Will. I know this is probably a surprise to all -- more than a year of not writing, but a gift for a dear friend, cherimola. Hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you think! Thanks. ~Ali
It was never supposed to go this far.
Didn’t every plan that went horribly awry come with that statement? he thought ruefully. But as the spawn of Satan himself, as many in Salem would attest, EJ knew better than to question the collapse of carefully laid plans.
Despite everything he knew, he’d always been inexplicably drawn to the mother, why would the son be any different?
Will was naïve, a silly boy, really. His fumbling attempts at blackmail were laughable. His inability to hide the spark in his eyes whenever he gazed upon any man, but in particular when those cool blue eyes turned the color of the hottest flame when they looked in his direction, how did EJ expect to be immune?
A game. A trifle of fun. Manipulating a young, confused gay man. What could be better? Playing chess with humans. Moving those around, maneuvering any situation to his advantage. There had been so much to gain - Samantha would have to know, which meant the fragile strings of their relationship would be reinforced once more. He could show young William how much he needed to learn. The initial turn of blackmail, so quickly won, felt as though it were a hollow victory.
And yet the boy… EJ ruefully shook his head; even he could see the man in William.
EJ found an ally, a tenuous trust was developed. More than that, William grew into himself, into a person whom EJ could… a man who made EJ want…
William was smiling. He grinned too much lately. His lips constantly twitched. Keenly schooled in learning all the tells of an opponent, William was nothing. But the mouth…
The shit-eating grins. The twitch of William’s lips. The flash of white teeth… The generous mouth…
It always came back to the young man’s mouth.
EJ understood William’s secrets. And while the young man smiled too much, there were times, like now, when EJ understood, it was actually nerves. The smiling was a clear giveaway. William was about to share a secret. No one knew where he was the night Stefano was killed. One of those rare occasions when William did not give it all away, when every piece of his intelligence was screaming to keep quiet, don’t show your hand too early, and yet William always slipped up.
A flicker of pride worked through EJ’s body. William was learning. EJ was teaching him well.
The feeling quickly dissipated when the British man realized the secret William was keeping could actually save him. He wasn’t learning at all. William needed to save himself.
EJ needed to save him.
“Where were you William?” his voice was cool, but they both heard the demand for an answer. EJ would allow the conversation to travel only so far, allow the younger man to drift, before EJ pulled him back, pushed William into place, directed his path, showed him where to go.
The younger man’s hand came up and drifted to the back of his neck, tugging on his hair for a few moments. The grin returned…the nervous tell.
EJ crossed his arms over his chest. He would allow this for only a few moments longer.
When blue eyes met EJ’s a blush stained the younger man’s cheeks. And then the words rushed out of his mouth, pushed together, gasps for breath, half sentences whispers, and a final shout of “Are you happy? I was with friends at a gay bar.”
EJ wanted to know why or how he should be happy with such a statement. But all he knew was that William was innocent. EJ had believed so and now the truth was right there between them. The confession. William would be saved.
“You must go to the police,” the older man insisted.
Will shook his head. The fear written all over his face and his body tried to collapse in on itself, blocking out the reality of his situation.
“This would mean your freedom,” EJ noted. His voice had lost some of its hard edge. He wanted to protect the young man. Despite everything, or maybe because of how William had grown under EJ’s tutelage, he cared for the blonde. He could not stand the idea of him going to prison, especially when the truth, one statement to the police, and all of this could end for Will.
“Everyone will know,” the younger man muttered, his voice sounding weak and afraid.
“And wouldn’t there be a certain freedom in that as well?” EJ reasoned.
Will shook his head, his doubt obvious. “Everyone will know about me. They’ll know who I am and…”
EJ stood, his gaze never wavering. He could wait him out. It would be nothing, to do so, but would be everything to save William. “And…”
“And who I want.”
EJ knew better than to ask who Will was referring to. All of his plans, all of his schemes, had been leading to this moment. “I will stand by you,” EJ assured the younger man. Despite himself, in that moment, it was not about manipulation. “Your father, Samantha, they will never abandon you.”
A bitter and rueful laugh was Will response. “You think it’s just about the judgment? Maybe I’m just tired…”
“Of denying who you are?” EJ pressed. He knew William would have to confess. He knew the pressure of everything would eventually crush the blonde, and EJ could never allow that to happen.
It was never supposed to go this far.
“No.” Will’s feet shuffled. “Of what I want… Maybe I’m tired of pretending I don’t want…”
“This Neil boy?” It took a while for EJ to process all the words that had come out of Will’s confession. Neil was a friend, but neither one of them were certain of that.
Will began to move around the room, as though his skin was too tight and whatever was in him was fighting to get out. “He’s not-”
EJ nodded solemnly. “Well not a boy, no, you want-”
“A man,” Will cut him off. “I want an extraordinary man. A man who is skillful, intelligent. I have learned so much from this man already, but… More than anything I want him to…”
EJ knew what William was still teetering on to admit. He was not blind to the looks, the eagerness in young William. The lengths William would go to please him… EJ swallowed thickly, brief images of exactly how young William would please him flashed before his eyes. He couldn’t take advantage, could he? Ever since William came to him, with his feeble attempts at blackmail, hadn’t all of that been leading to this moment? The sparks were there. The flicker of a game, the thrill of manipulation, done properly was nearly as satisfying as any orgasm. But could EJ take the final step? Could he willing betray young William, force the man to…
Every step had directed them to this second. Everyone accused EJ of corrupting William; they thought he just wanted the young man’s mind, his life, but his body? Wouldn’t that be the ultimate? Was he as dastardly as everyone accused him of being?
EJ’s silence stretched out and Will realized how much he had given away. But he almost wondered if EJ, who knew everything about him, and Will understood that there was still pieces of himself…the grooves that would fit until he became a whole man, EJ saw them, and he understood them, while Will was still trying to figure it all out. He hastily took his head, a hand coming up, trying to take back the unspoken desire.
While Will was desperate to take back his confession, EJ had been subconsciously acknowledging the same desire, pushing William, encouraging the intimacy until…
“I need to go,” the young man muttered. His hand was still flopping about him, desperate to grab his confession and hide it away.
EJ was desperate to stop William from fleeing. He grabbed the young man’s hand, trying to stop him, afraid that Will would not save himself. EJ tugged gently, and William’s body crashed into the older man. EJ grunted softly, the press of William’s hard torso pushing into his, the young man’s leg wedged between EJ’s, as the Brit tried to push down his center of gravity to prevent either one of them from falling. EJ wasn’t sure what William was planning and then there was no need to wait. William’s hands came up, framing EJ’s face for a moment, the wings of a butterfly, fluttering and then the seize of tapered fingers in EJ’s hair and the blonde’s mouth crashed into his. EJ pulled away, shocked and desperate for air, and then William came back, seeking EJ’s lips, his tongue worked along the seam of the taller man’s mouth, demanding entrance. His lips parted and dueled with Will’s tongue, sucking and pulling it further into his mouth. EJ’s hands came up, holding onto William, his hands ran up and down the younger man’s back, seeking purchase.
It was never supposed to go this far.
Within a few moments, Will was the one to pull away, hot pants fluttered against EJ’s face. “I-I have to go.”
EJ’s mouth gapped a few times, before he could breath. “William-”
“I need to tell the police where I was the night Stefano died.” The ghost of a smile graced the blonde’s lips, and then turned on his heel and walked out.
*
EJ lost track of time. His mind focused on the fear, on the worry of what William would do. He debated going to the police himself, tracking down that Neil boy, anything to clear William. And then what? Young William will show his gratitude.
EJ didn’t understand why his body wouldn’t stop humming. He wasn’t some horny teenager, he was a man in control of his emotions, and yet one kiss from an experienced gay man…not just any person…
William.
The door slammed and heavy foot steps treaded across the floor.
EJ looked up, and watched Will walk into his home. “What happened?” the Brit demanded.
The young man simply shook his head and went for the wet bar. The scotch sloshed around in the glass and then there was the sound of his coughing after William took a hasty gulp.
EJ glanced briefly noted William had not returned empty-handed. He dropped some sort of bag before he reached for the liquid courage.
“William-”
The young man turned, his hand shaking. “It’s done,” he said simply.
“What is done?” EJ demanded. He suspected Will had the strength to go forward, to admit the truth. If he could attempt to blackmail a DiMera, the things he had done for EJ, coming out and admitting where he was that night would be nothing in comparison. “Tell me,” the Brit insisted.
The glass clattered as Will set the tumbler down. As though attached by a magnet, EJ was pulled into William’s orbit. Instead of fluttering, the young man’s hands, forcibly reached for EJ, tugging until his lips crashed into Will’s. EJ had never experienced this before today, and yet he wondered how he had missed it for so long.
It was never supposed to go this far.
William is eager, passionate, his hands everywhere all at once. EJ gave as much as Will offered. The young man’s lips drug across his mouth, peppering kisses across EJ’s soft lips, and then longer, languid kisses.
It was never supposed to go this far.
Hands tugged on his clothes. EJ could not hold back. He ran his tongue down the length of Will’s neck, the feel of his Adam’s apple bobbed erratically. EJ took the other man’s face in his hands. The eyes that always said too much were dark, pupils dilated. And his mouth… it always goes back to the mouth.
EJ needed that mouth. A small keening whine echoed round the room. Later, EJ would feel embarrassment when he realized the sound had come from him.
It was never supposed to go this far.
Their mouths crashed together again and Will started to press his body further into EJ’s, wanting to be as connected as possible. They started to shuffle back, further into the room. The two men pulled apart, looking for a hard surface… Their gazes locked on the couch. Will shook his head and EJ remembered that was where he and Samantha had had grief sex and William witnessed it.
It was never supposed to go this far.
“William…” EJ couldn’t let this go. Will took EJ’s hand and pulled him close again. Their gazes locked and the young man’s tongue darted out. EJ let out a low groan and his mouth sought Will’s once more. Another soul searing kiss, one that made EJ wonder how he’d lived this long without that mouth against his. The younger man’s hand reached for EJ, his fingers interlocked with the other man’s. Will turned and started to pull EJ out of the room. With his free hand, the younger man grabbed the bag he had brought with him.
It was never supposed to go this far.
The ping of buttons that were snapped off as shirts were tugged, ripped away from bodies. The smack of belts hastily pulled out of their loops. Breath heavy, groans loud, gasps that turned to screams…
It was never supposed to go this far.
The smooth tan of William’s chest, soft and hard at the same time. EJ’s nipples hardened as the younger man’s tongue darted and licked, sucked, tantalized…a straight shot to EJ’s cock.
It was never supposed to go this far.
Strong fingers wrapped around EJ’s cock, a gentle tug and then he fell, or was pushed back against the bed. William grabbed the bag, producing a treasure of condoms and lube. Pants were pulled off, socks tugged away. They worked in unison as EJ lifted his hips while Will, pulled off the Brit’s boxers.
The tell-tale eyes…the shit-eating grin on the young man’s face formed after a startled oh.
It was never supposed to go this far.
Soft lips coated EJ’s cock…a tongue licked and found the underside vein, leisurely tracing it. The cool hiss of air that hit him before warm fingers grasped and stroked, bringing EJ close but never to the edge.
It was never supposed to go this far.
Will flipped beneath him, his legs fell open naturally. The hard cock not quite as long as his own, but a little thicker, nestled in blonde hair.
It was never supposed to go this far.
The groan that seared with just one kiss. A need to taste the tip of William. The groan was all the encouragement EJ needed before he pushed forward, marveled at the silky taste of another man’s cock.
Too soon the gasp gave way to groans and then bucks. William was close, in a moment he would be pushed over the cliff into the bliss of an orgasm. EJ pulled away, eager to make the lad come, but not like this, he wanted to be in him while he sent William over the edge.
It was never supposed to go this far.
Blindly, he reached for the lube, gracelessly he spilled some on the sheets and his fingers. EJ’s hand hand then eagerly sought William’s puckered hole.
The young man keened and bucked almost immediately. His finger tips barely grazed the pink skin.
Young and eager to please in so many ways…
It was never supposed to go this far.
William begged for more. One finger… two fingers… scissoring… three fingers… fingers which felt ten times their size as EJ fumbled over a condom. The hiss of shock as William finally had to sheath EJ, because the older man could not gather enough control.
It was never supposed to go this far.
EJ entered him…slowly…shallow thrusts…painfully he held back. He did not want to hurt the young man, but his own body demanded release. A gentle, almost unperceivable nod directed at him. Then the young man’s hips snapped into action.
Thrust met thrust… They spurred each other on, shifting to find the right angle. He slowed down, shallow thrusts… desperate to make this last. William slid down, demanding with his body what he was unable to say…
It was never supposed to go this far.
William’s cum shot between their bodies, neither man’s hand anywhere near the young man’s cock. The need for release was too much and stars exploded behind EJ’s eyes as he spilled his seed into the condom.
It was never supposed to go this far.
He slipped out of William’s body, tossed away the condom. Reality sunk in and EJ turned, faced the wall. He planted shaky feet onto the ground.
Soft finger tips grazed EJ’s back. He felt the shift in the bed, coming closer, unable to look back.
William did not leave. He turned on his side, watching EJ, waiting for the older man’s next move. Sweaty and heart racing, EJ’s mind was blank except for one thought…
It was never supposed to go this far.
EJ shifted, he stood up and walked to the bathroom. He could not look himself in the mirror, but instead grabbed a wash cloth and wet it down. He wiped off the cum that had started to dry across his chest. He reached for another wash cloth and returned to the bathroom.
William was still on the bed. His arm akimbo as he held his head up and watched EJ’s movements. He tossed the wash cloth to the younger man. Will cleaned himself off and softly thanked the Brit. EJ took the used cloth and went back to the other room. When he returned again, William was still there.
“EJ…”
The older man gently shook his head and turned off the light. The room was bathed in dark shadows. He climbed into bed, and for once no words were spoken between them.
Will’s hand reached out, tapping against EJ’s stomach. The brunette turned, facing Will in the dark. He nodded his head and Will scrambled across the bed, his arm tucking around EJ’s torso and he intertwined their legs.
Time passed and neither man spoke. EJ was exhausted, and despite failure in turning off his thoughts, his eyes felt heavy. He could hear the soft breathing of his bed companion and knew William had already fallen asleep.
And at the moment when sleep just about claimed him, EJ heard, “I love you,” dance across his chest.
It was never supposed to go this far.
~fin~