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Title: Lost In Translation
Author:heartandmindxx
Pairing: Gabe Saporta/William Beckett
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He’s only really met her today, and he’s not completely clear on how good Maja’s English-as-a-second-language skills are. Really, he thinks, she could mean to say one thing, but her inner translation from Swedish to English could be all wrong. “That was fun” could come out something like “You should fuck William.”
Notes: Pretty lengthy- 3100 words. So sit yourself down. This is one of the first things I've written in a very long time that I've been proud of. So, I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: You know the deal. I don’t claim anything except the story. It’s fiction.
x-posted to: heartandmindxx gabilliam theacademyslash If you think this should go somewhere else, don't hesitate to let me know because I'm always looking for new communities.
Gabe isn’t sure if something’s been lost in translation.
He’s only really met her today, and he’s not completely clear on how good Maja’s English-as-a-second-language skills are. Really, he thinks, she could mean to say one thing, but her inner translation from Swedish to English could be all wrong. “That was fun” could come out something like “You should fuck William.”
This is how he justifies her pulling him aside at the end of the shoot and telling him, “You should fuck William.”
He stands there, jaw dropped, eyebrows raised, maybe- almost- a foot and a half taller than the woman in front of him, confused out of his fucking mind, and he says, “What?”
“You. Should fuck. William.” She repeats slowly, giving Gabe a look that asks many rather un-politically correct questions.
Gabe attempts to tell her that she must be very confused, and should try being more conscientious with what she’s trying to say, because there is really no way in hell that he and William could ever have sex. They have a platonic relationship in which neither party has a sexual desire for the other, and the thought of them indulging in such actions is unsubstantiated and unheard of.
This comes out something like, “Uh, I… Bill- me? I, uh… guhhh.”
After this, Gabe decides that he sucks at forming sentences.
Maja, she laughs. “As if you’ve never thought about it.” She sends him a sly smile. “I see the looks you two give each other, and the subtle touches. He looks at you like he wants to pounce on you.” She makes cat-like gestures with her hands. “You should fuck him.”
Gabe is stunned. William? And him? Fuck?
“Unless you already have.” She smirks.
Gabe shakes his head, “You’re fucking crazy” he tells her, walking back over to Pete, Travis, and William.
Pete smiles his wide, toothy smile. Travis raises a hand in a small wave and nods, continuing to talk.
William grabs his ass.
Gabe, he thinks, shit.
---
Gabe has been thinking.
He and William, they don’t really act like anything more than friends. They’re just comfortable around each other. Because, really, lots of friends flirt with each other. And hold hands. And grope each other. And eat chocolate out of each other’s navels…
It’s at about this point where Gabe realizes he’s not getting anywhere.
Him and Bill, they’re just good friends.
Sure, there’d been drunken encounters, but only because Gabe lost all self control when he was drinking, and because, well, William really can’t hold his alcohol.
And there was that one time, with the dry humping on the dance floor and the random making out, but Hey, Gabe thinks, Justin Timberlake just does that to you.
Anyone would do it. He’d have done the same with Travis, or Pete.
Well, maybe not Travis, because he’s just too big. And, maybe not Pete, because he’s just too small. And neither of them has William’s porcelain skin or flowing hair. Or William’s hips. And William’s hips are…
No, Gabe thinks, stopping himself. I’m straight.
He tries to hold it in, but only for a second, before he bursts out laughing just at the thought.
Straight, he laughs. Right.
---
But, Gabe doesn’t consider Maja’s suggestion, not seriously, until Travis pulls him aside at the VMA’s, asking him, “Why haven’t you gotten with Bill yet, man?”
This confuses Gabe a lot, because he, and just about everyone else, has been under the impression that Travis and William have a ‘thing’. A have-sex-in-the-back-of-the-bus-every-day-on-the-Warped-Tour type of thing. But, apparently, this never happened. “Me and William,” Travis says, “we’re just good friends.”
Good friends, Gabe muses, yea, I’ve heard that one before.
“So you haven’t fucked?” Gabe asks, putting his hands on his hips.
“Oh, no,” Travis grins. “We have.” He laughs. Gabe smacks his palm to his forehead. “But it was nothing. We don’t have chemistry like you guys have chemistry.”
Gabe sighs. Chemistry? He doesn’t know much about chemistry. He failed his grade 11 chemistry class and never looked back. The nomenclature of ionic compounds, he couldn’t be bothered with it. Stoichiometry, he could hardly pronounce it.
But, maybe, he thinks, maybe he and William are a good match. Everyone seemed to think so, anyway. William meets minimum height requirements, he’s intelligent and funny, and he’s, fuck, sexy as hell. And those hips…
Yea, Gabe says to himself, maybe I should fuck William.
“I don’t know.” He says, running a hand through his short curls. “I don’t want to ruin the friendship, you know?” He says, feeding Travis the cliché. Because really, he doesn’t. He likes what he has with William. He likes non-committal groping.
“Hey,” Travis says, turning back to rejoin the Fall Out Boy entourage. “He wants to.”
---
A week and a half later, and Pete is staying at Gabe’s New York apartment because he’s in town for fashion week. He tells Gabe that he’s going to have him walk the runway at the Clandestine show in his Stay Gold hoodie. Gabe says, “hey, why not.”
But, aside from Pete, William is also crashing at his apartment. He had been saying something on the phone about how he missed him like Regis misses Kelly. Gabe wasn’t sure if this was really sweet or really lame but before he could decide and suggest that William come out and hang with him and Pete, there was a knock at his door and William was on the other side, phone pressed to his cheek and an ear-to-ear smile on his face.
He shoved the phone in his pocket before throwing his long arms around Gabe’s neck.
This is all fine and dandy, but the thing is, Gabe lives alone, and therefore does not have a very big apartment. Two extra people plus all of the shit Pete has for his fashion show equals some pretty cramped quarters. Equals a game of C-Lo for who shares the bed with Gabe.
William wins.
That night, William wraps his arms tightly around Gabe in his sleep.
Gabe, he thinks, shit.
---
The next day, it’s the Clandestine show and Gabe is backstage getting into his favorite white pants. With these pants, you can’t wear boxers or underwear or anything unless you want a line from them, because they’re just that tight around the crotch.
Not that Gabe ever wears underwear.
So, Gabe is in a dressing room trying to squeeze into these pants, and William, who is wandering around backstage, steps into the dressing room.
It’s here where Gabe discovers that William really doesn’t have an ounce of shame.
Usually, normally, Gabe wouldn’t be too bothered by one of his friends walking in on him changing. These things happen all the time. Guys get changed around each other all the time.
So, no, Gabe wouldn’t usually be too bothered by William walking in on him changing.
It’s just that, William, he stares.
It’s just that he says, “Looking good, sugar.”
It’s just that he doesn’t leave.
These factors all add up to result in a very, very uncomfortable Gabe Saporta.
So Gabe struggles a little faster, and eventually gets his pants on. Someone calls for him from outside, telling him “Gabe, one minute.” He takes this cue to leave and grabs the Stay Gold hoodie from the coat hanger by the door opens it to leave. William smacks his ass on the way out.
“Go get ‘em, tiger,” he giggles.
---
Gabe has been dancing around any real conversation with William for nearly a month. He really, really doesn’t want to say anything he doesn’t want to, and he knows that if he spends too much time talking to William, he just might.
So, it’s a month after the fashion show and Pete has everyone down in L.A. at his house in the hills, because he wants to have a huge party for the release of the Cobra record. Almost every band on Decaydance is supposed to be there, a bunch of FBR bands and a few that have no affiliation with either label but Pete thinks should be there anyway.
Gabe says it’s not necessary, Pete says “You’re not necessary.”
Gabe gives up.
William, Gabe, the Gym Class gang, and the Panic! Kids have been there for a few days, before the party, just hanging out. It’s not that Gabe doesn’t enjoy the company, he loves the company, and he loves to party- he’s just not used to people making a big deal about him. He’s just Gabe.
So anyway, it’s the afternoon of the big Day-Of, and Gabe’s in the kitchen with Pete, and he thinks they’re having innocent conversation, innocent small-talk, but then Pete drops the bomb.
“So, are you gonna fuck William?”
Gabe almost spits out his juice, but swallows instead, leaning back against the counter, wondering aloud- “How the hell does this shit get around?”
Pete smiles. “It just does. So are you?”
Gabe sighs, grumbles something that sounds like “I don’t know” and puts his orange plastic cup down on the island.
“Well, you should.”
“So I hear.”
There’s a long silence. Gabe’s head is swimming and he’s thinking of Maja and Travis and Pete and everyone else who seems to think that he should fuck William.
And then he thinks of William. And he sees William’s smiling face, his hair blowing in the wind and his shirt riding up over those hips and before he can even think about it, he’s asking Pete, “Where’s his room?”
---
Pete directed him down just about a thousand hallways, and Gabe has never been very good with directions, but he’s finally found the room William is staying in. His stomach feels like it’s about to fly away with all of the butterflies that are surely inhabiting it, and he’s biting his lip so hard that he’s sure blood must be trickling down his chin by now- he forces himself to stop because that would taste terrible and William definitely wouldn’t want to kiss him like that. His left hand taps on his belt in anticipation- his right hand is fixed on the doorknob. Only, he can’t bring himself to turn it.
This isn’t because he’s nervous, it’s not because he’s having second thoughts, no, it’s nothing like that. The reason he can’t open the door is because he really doesn’t want to interrupt the conversation on the other side.
A voice says “right there.” Another says “are you almost,” but then is cut off by a drawn-out “yes”.
Gabe's head spins faster with every word he hears from the other side of William's door. One voice obviously belongs to William, but the other is too ambiguous to place.
Images of William and an anonymous (albeit familiar) figure looming over him, sweat dripping off their bare flesh, enters Gabe's mind. Granted, the voices seem a little mellow for hot, passionate sex. Maybe they’re not dripping, he thinks, just glistening. Yes, glistening.
Gabe contemplates walking away and, maybe checking up on William later when said conversation is finished. Maybe getting back to him at a better time.
“It’s not working.”
“Are you pressing hard enough?”
Gabe furrows his brow, bemused, and swings the door open, his curiosity getting the best of him.
Uh, no.
No, yes, Ryan Ross is definitely straddling William on the bed, leaning over him intently. Gabe can’t really see where his hands are- all he can see is Ryan’s back and William’s longlong legs sticking out from underneath him.
Gabe, he means to leave, he means to say nothing. But, what he says is “What the fuck?”, and then he leaves.
---
It’s around 10 o’clock, same day, and the party is in full swing. While the City Sleeps… has been on repeat, blasting throughout Pete’s house. Gabe’s been in the kitchen accepting congratulations with a never ending supply of alcohol, even though Pete doesn’t like that kind of thing. “Just for you,” Pete had said. Gabe hugged him until he was blue.
Gabe has somehow managed to avoid William for six hours. He’s not quite sure how he did it, but he’s pretty sure he deserves some kind of award, because Pete’s house isn’t that big, and William is really good at sneaking around.
This shouldn’t be mistaken for Gabe not wanting to see William. Because Gabe really, really wants to see William. He just can’t get the image of Ryan Fucking Ross straddling William- his William- out of his head. And he’s afraid if he sees William, he might say something brash and really, really stupid.
He’s been trying to think of what he wants with William but he just can’t figure it out. Is this going to be a one night type of thing, or an actual relationship? A fuck-buddy deal or a boyfriend deal?
Gabe shakes his head. This is too confusing. It should be easier to fuck one of your friends.
Gabe’s been so off in his own world that he almost doesn’t see the person in front of him, not until they’re tapping harshly on his forehead, saying “Gabe, Gabe.”
Gabe snaps out of his trance-like state and comes face to face with none other than William E. Beckett Jr.
“Oh,” he says, “William.” William has a pallet of different colors- blues and purples, mostly- swirled around his left eye. A wave of magenta sweeps dramatically across his cheekbone. “Nice makeup…?”
“Ryan did it earlier.” William says, crossing his arms.
And Gabe, he thinks, shit. That explains a lot. Like the fact that they were fully clothed…
“Oh.”
There’s an awkward pause between them before William steps closer to him, close enough that Gabe can feel his soft breathing on his ear. Close enough that when William whispers “What’s been up with you lately,” Gabe can swear he feels William’s lips move on his earlobe.
William leans back to look him in the eye, and Gabe can’t even stutter a response. The way William is looking at him is just so intense and he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to say and when Gabe doesn’t know what to do he acts on impulse and then all of a sudden his lips are pressed to William’s and what the fuck is he doing?
Gabe realizes what he’s doing and pulls back, eyes wide. William is looking at him confusedly and Gabe, he thinks, shit.
Shit, shit, shitshitshitshitshit.
Gabe panics and opens his mouth to apologize- but his words never even make it past his lips, because they’re stopped by William’s.
William’s tongue is in Gabe’s mouth before he even realizes what’s going on. William is pushing him back against the counter, pinning his hands down, before he can even start to respond.
All of the pent-up sexual tension between them is finally being released and William wastes no time in telling Gabe exactly what he wants.
He bites at Gabe’s lip before he says, flatly, “You should fuck me.”
And for the first time, Gabe whole-heartedly agrees.
Their lips reattach and William starts to pull Gabe through the crowded house and to the stairs. Their friends whistle and catcall at them as they pass by. Gabe can feel William smile.
William drags Gabe up the stairs, stopping at the top and taking the moment to embarrass him beyond his wildest dreams.
“Hey, everybody! Gabe is going to fuck me now!”
The entire house erupts into cheers.
Gabe blushes furiously and practically throws William into the closest room, slamming the door to the ovation. He pushes William up against the wall and attacks his neck, biting and sucking at every exposed inch of skin, pausing only to assure William, “you’re going to pay for that.”
William laughs lightly and pulls his shirt over his head, then undoes his belt and pants with one hand, tugging at Gabe’s with the other. Gabe takes this cue and throws off his own shirt, then undoes his own pants, struggling to shove them to the floor.
Stupid white pants.
Gabe pulls William over to the bed and pushes him onto it, noting the Peanuts sheets and realizing that this is Pete’s room.
Oh well, Gabe thinks, he’d be proud.
He crawls over William, turning him over, and hastily starts to prepare him. After a minute, William squirms, “Fuck, get in me, already!”
Gabe follows these directions very closely and pushes in.
Now, Gabe’s never actually had sex with a guy before, but he’s really, really liking it. William feels better than any girl he’s ever fucked, and his angelic voice moaning his name is enough to push Gabe over the edge right there.
He builds up a fast, steady pace. He rams into William as hard as he can- Pete’s bed smacking against the wall with every thrust. William is grasping at Linus’ head, while Charlie Brown stands back, watching- a speech bubble comes from his mouth. It reads: “Good Grief!”
Charlie Brown is so not sexy, Gabe thinks- but he doesn’t care. They could be having sex on fucking Care Bears and he wouldn’t give a damn.
Their moans and animalistic grunting fill the room, almost drowning out the sound of Gabe’s voice singing on the stereo from downstairs.
Tonight, I am the drug you can’t deny. Tonight…
“G-A-B-E gonna get you high,” Gabe sings along roughly, his fingernails leaving crescent shaped marks in William’s hips. William cries out in ecstasy as Gabe hits his prostate dead-on.
“I, Gabe, let me…” William tries to stutter through his pleasure, but is unsuccessful. He shows Gabe what he means by pushing him off so he’s lying on his back, then mounts him once more and slams down on Gabe’s cock.
Gabe’s eyes wire themselves shut as his mouth locks open. He lets out a moaned whisper of William’s name as William builds his own pace, one hand on Gabe’s chest, to steady him, the other wrapped tightly around his painfully hard erection.
Gabe is soon muttering a string of words, Spanish, English, fuckin’ Japanese, just whatever comes to mind first. In one final motion, William forces himself back down on Gabe and gives himself one last stroke, and he and Gabe come within seconds of each other.
William rolls off of Gabe and nudges him to lift himself so he can pull the sheets over them. He curls up to Gabe and rests his head on his heaving chest, his hair slicked to his forehead from the sweat. Gabe wraps an arm around him and stares up to the white stucco ceiling.
“Ah,” he sighs, contently. “So that’s what the hype was about.”
---
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Title: Lost In Translation
Author:heartandmindxx
Pairing: Gabe Saporta/William Beckett
Rating: NC-17
Summary: He’s only really met her today, and he’s not completely clear on how good Maja’s English-as-a-second-language skills are. Really, he thinks, she could mean to say one thing, but her inner translation from Swedish to English could be all wrong. “That was fun” could come out something like “You should fuck William.”
Notes: Pretty lengthy- 3100 words. So sit yourself down. This is one of the first things I've written in a very long time that I've been proud of. So, I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: You know the deal. I don’t claim anything except the story. It’s fiction.
x-posted to: heartandmindxx gabilliam theacademyslash If you think this should go somewhere else, don't hesitate to let me know because I'm always looking for new communities.
Gabe isn’t sure if something’s been lost in translation.
He’s only really met her today, and he’s not completely clear on how good Maja’s English-as-a-second-language skills are. Really, he thinks, she could mean to say one thing, but her inner translation from Swedish to English could be all wrong. “That was fun” could come out something like “You should fuck William.”
This is how he justifies her pulling him aside at the end of the shoot and telling him, “You should fuck William.”
He stands there, jaw dropped, eyebrows raised, maybe- almost- a foot and a half taller than the woman in front of him, confused out of his fucking mind, and he says, “What?”
“You. Should fuck. William.” She repeats slowly, giving Gabe a look that asks many rather un-politically correct questions.
Gabe attempts to tell her that she must be very confused, and should try being more conscientious with what she’s trying to say, because there is really no way in hell that he and William could ever have sex. They have a platonic relationship in which neither party has a sexual desire for the other, and the thought of them indulging in such actions is unsubstantiated and unheard of.
This comes out something like, “Uh, I… Bill- me? I, uh… guhhh.”
After this, Gabe decides that he sucks at forming sentences.
Maja, she laughs. “As if you’ve never thought about it.” She sends him a sly smile. “I see the looks you two give each other, and the subtle touches. He looks at you like he wants to pounce on you.” She makes cat-like gestures with her hands. “You should fuck him.”
Gabe is stunned. William? And him? Fuck?
“Unless you already have.” She smirks.
Gabe shakes his head, “You’re fucking crazy” he tells her, walking back over to Pete, Travis, and William.
Pete smiles his wide, toothy smile. Travis raises a hand in a small wave and nods, continuing to talk.
William grabs his ass.
Gabe, he thinks, shit.
---
Gabe has been thinking.
He and William, they don’t really act like anything more than friends. They’re just comfortable around each other. Because, really, lots of friends flirt with each other. And hold hands. And grope each other. And eat chocolate out of each other’s navels…
It’s at about this point where Gabe realizes he’s not getting anywhere.
Him and Bill, they’re just good friends.
Sure, there’d been drunken encounters, but only because Gabe lost all self control when he was drinking, and because, well, William really can’t hold his alcohol.
And there was that one time, with the dry humping on the dance floor and the random making out, but Hey, Gabe thinks, Justin Timberlake just does that to you.
Anyone would do it. He’d have done the same with Travis, or Pete.
Well, maybe not Travis, because he’s just too big. And, maybe not Pete, because he’s just too small. And neither of them has William’s porcelain skin or flowing hair. Or William’s hips. And William’s hips are…
No, Gabe thinks, stopping himself. I’m straight.
He tries to hold it in, but only for a second, before he bursts out laughing just at the thought.
Straight, he laughs. Right.
---
But, Gabe doesn’t consider Maja’s suggestion, not seriously, until Travis pulls him aside at the VMA’s, asking him, “Why haven’t you gotten with Bill yet, man?”
This confuses Gabe a lot, because he, and just about everyone else, has been under the impression that Travis and William have a ‘thing’. A have-sex-in-the-back-of-the-bus-every-day-on-the-Warped-Tour type of thing. But, apparently, this never happened. “Me and William,” Travis says, “we’re just good friends.”
Good friends, Gabe muses, yea, I’ve heard that one before.
“So you haven’t fucked?” Gabe asks, putting his hands on his hips.
“Oh, no,” Travis grins. “We have.” He laughs. Gabe smacks his palm to his forehead. “But it was nothing. We don’t have chemistry like you guys have chemistry.”
Gabe sighs. Chemistry? He doesn’t know much about chemistry. He failed his grade 11 chemistry class and never looked back. The nomenclature of ionic compounds, he couldn’t be bothered with it. Stoichiometry, he could hardly pronounce it.
But, maybe, he thinks, maybe he and William are a good match. Everyone seemed to think so, anyway. William meets minimum height requirements, he’s intelligent and funny, and he’s, fuck, sexy as hell. And those hips…
Yea, Gabe says to himself, maybe I should fuck William.
“I don’t know.” He says, running a hand through his short curls. “I don’t want to ruin the friendship, you know?” He says, feeding Travis the cliché. Because really, he doesn’t. He likes what he has with William. He likes non-committal groping.
“Hey,” Travis says, turning back to rejoin the Fall Out Boy entourage. “He wants to.”
---
A week and a half later, and Pete is staying at Gabe’s New York apartment because he’s in town for fashion week. He tells Gabe that he’s going to have him walk the runway at the Clandestine show in his Stay Gold hoodie. Gabe says, “hey, why not.”
But, aside from Pete, William is also crashing at his apartment. He had been saying something on the phone about how he missed him like Regis misses Kelly. Gabe wasn’t sure if this was really sweet or really lame but before he could decide and suggest that William come out and hang with him and Pete, there was a knock at his door and William was on the other side, phone pressed to his cheek and an ear-to-ear smile on his face.
He shoved the phone in his pocket before throwing his long arms around Gabe’s neck.
This is all fine and dandy, but the thing is, Gabe lives alone, and therefore does not have a very big apartment. Two extra people plus all of the shit Pete has for his fashion show equals some pretty cramped quarters. Equals a game of C-Lo for who shares the bed with Gabe.
William wins.
That night, William wraps his arms tightly around Gabe in his sleep.
Gabe, he thinks, shit.
---
The next day, it’s the Clandestine show and Gabe is backstage getting into his favorite white pants. With these pants, you can’t wear boxers or underwear or anything unless you want a line from them, because they’re just that tight around the crotch.
Not that Gabe ever wears underwear.
So, Gabe is in a dressing room trying to squeeze into these pants, and William, who is wandering around backstage, steps into the dressing room.
It’s here where Gabe discovers that William really doesn’t have an ounce of shame.
Usually, normally, Gabe wouldn’t be too bothered by one of his friends walking in on him changing. These things happen all the time. Guys get changed around each other all the time.
So, no, Gabe wouldn’t usually be too bothered by William walking in on him changing.
It’s just that, William, he stares.
It’s just that he says, “Looking good, sugar.”
It’s just that he doesn’t leave.
These factors all add up to result in a very, very uncomfortable Gabe Saporta.
So Gabe struggles a little faster, and eventually gets his pants on. Someone calls for him from outside, telling him “Gabe, one minute.” He takes this cue to leave and grabs the Stay Gold hoodie from the coat hanger by the door opens it to leave. William smacks his ass on the way out.
“Go get ‘em, tiger,” he giggles.
---
Gabe has been dancing around any real conversation with William for nearly a month. He really, really doesn’t want to say anything he doesn’t want to, and he knows that if he spends too much time talking to William, he just might.
So, it’s a month after the fashion show and Pete has everyone down in L.A. at his house in the hills, because he wants to have a huge party for the release of the Cobra record. Almost every band on Decaydance is supposed to be there, a bunch of FBR bands and a few that have no affiliation with either label but Pete thinks should be there anyway.
Gabe says it’s not necessary, Pete says “You’re not necessary.”
Gabe gives up.
William, Gabe, the Gym Class gang, and the Panic! Kids have been there for a few days, before the party, just hanging out. It’s not that Gabe doesn’t enjoy the company, he loves the company, and he loves to party- he’s just not used to people making a big deal about him. He’s just Gabe.
So anyway, it’s the afternoon of the big Day-Of, and Gabe’s in the kitchen with Pete, and he thinks they’re having innocent conversation, innocent small-talk, but then Pete drops the bomb.
“So, are you gonna fuck William?”
Gabe almost spits out his juice, but swallows instead, leaning back against the counter, wondering aloud- “How the hell does this shit get around?”
Pete smiles. “It just does. So are you?”
Gabe sighs, grumbles something that sounds like “I don’t know” and puts his orange plastic cup down on the island.
“Well, you should.”
“So I hear.”
There’s a long silence. Gabe’s head is swimming and he’s thinking of Maja and Travis and Pete and everyone else who seems to think that he should fuck William.
And then he thinks of William. And he sees William’s smiling face, his hair blowing in the wind and his shirt riding up over those hips and before he can even think about it, he’s asking Pete, “Where’s his room?”
---
Pete directed him down just about a thousand hallways, and Gabe has never been very good with directions, but he’s finally found the room William is staying in. His stomach feels like it’s about to fly away with all of the butterflies that are surely inhabiting it, and he’s biting his lip so hard that he’s sure blood must be trickling down his chin by now- he forces himself to stop because that would taste terrible and William definitely wouldn’t want to kiss him like that. His left hand taps on his belt in anticipation- his right hand is fixed on the doorknob. Only, he can’t bring himself to turn it.
This isn’t because he’s nervous, it’s not because he’s having second thoughts, no, it’s nothing like that. The reason he can’t open the door is because he really doesn’t want to interrupt the conversation on the other side.
A voice says “right there.” Another says “are you almost,” but then is cut off by a drawn-out “yes”.
Gabe's head spins faster with every word he hears from the other side of William's door. One voice obviously belongs to William, but the other is too ambiguous to place.
Images of William and an anonymous (albeit familiar) figure looming over him, sweat dripping off their bare flesh, enters Gabe's mind. Granted, the voices seem a little mellow for hot, passionate sex. Maybe they’re not dripping, he thinks, just glistening. Yes, glistening.
Gabe contemplates walking away and, maybe checking up on William later when said conversation is finished. Maybe getting back to him at a better time.
“It’s not working.”
“Are you pressing hard enough?”
Gabe furrows his brow, bemused, and swings the door open, his curiosity getting the best of him.
Uh, no.
No, yes, Ryan Ross is definitely straddling William on the bed, leaning over him intently. Gabe can’t really see where his hands are- all he can see is Ryan’s back and William’s longlong legs sticking out from underneath him.
Gabe, he means to leave, he means to say nothing. But, what he says is “What the fuck?”, and then he leaves.
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It’s around 10 o’clock, same day, and the party is in full swing. While the City Sleeps… has been on repeat, blasting throughout Pete’s house. Gabe’s been in the kitchen accepting congratulations with a never ending supply of alcohol, even though Pete doesn’t like that kind of thing. “Just for you,” Pete had said. Gabe hugged him until he was blue.
Gabe has somehow managed to avoid William for six hours. He’s not quite sure how he did it, but he’s pretty sure he deserves some kind of award, because Pete’s house isn’t that big, and William is really good at sneaking around.
This shouldn’t be mistaken for Gabe not wanting to see William. Because Gabe really, really wants to see William. He just can’t get the image of Ryan Fucking Ross straddling William- his William- out of his head. And he’s afraid if he sees William, he might say something brash and really, really stupid.
He’s been trying to think of what he wants with William but he just can’t figure it out. Is this going to be a one night type of thing, or an actual relationship? A fuck-buddy deal or a boyfriend deal?
Gabe shakes his head. This is too confusing. It should be easier to fuck one of your friends.
Gabe’s been so off in his own world that he almost doesn’t see the person in front of him, not until they’re tapping harshly on his forehead, saying “Gabe, Gabe.”
Gabe snaps out of his trance-like state and comes face to face with none other than William E. Beckett Jr.
“Oh,” he says, “William.” William has a pallet of different colors- blues and purples, mostly- swirled around his left eye. A wave of magenta sweeps dramatically across his cheekbone. “Nice makeup…?”
“Ryan did it earlier.” William says, crossing his arms.
And Gabe, he thinks, shit. That explains a lot. Like the fact that they were fully clothed…
“Oh.”
There’s an awkward pause between them before William steps closer to him, close enough that Gabe can feel his soft breathing on his ear. Close enough that when William whispers “What’s been up with you lately,” Gabe can swear he feels William’s lips move on his earlobe.
William leans back to look him in the eye, and Gabe can’t even stutter a response. The way William is looking at him is just so intense and he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to say and when Gabe doesn’t know what to do he acts on impulse and then all of a sudden his lips are pressed to William’s and what the fuck is he doing?
Gabe realizes what he’s doing and pulls back, eyes wide. William is looking at him confusedly and Gabe, he thinks, shit.
Shit, shit, shitshitshitshitshit.
Gabe panics and opens his mouth to apologize- but his words never even make it past his lips, because they’re stopped by William’s.
William’s tongue is in Gabe’s mouth before he even realizes what’s going on. William is pushing him back against the counter, pinning his hands down, before he can even start to respond.
All of the pent-up sexual tension between them is finally being released and William wastes no time in telling Gabe exactly what he wants.
He bites at Gabe’s lip before he says, flatly, “You should fuck me.”
And for the first time, Gabe whole-heartedly agrees.
Their lips reattach and William starts to pull Gabe through the crowded house and to the stairs. Their friends whistle and catcall at them as they pass by. Gabe can feel William smile.
William drags Gabe up the stairs, stopping at the top and taking the moment to embarrass him beyond his wildest dreams.
“Hey, everybody! Gabe is going to fuck me now!”
The entire house erupts into cheers.
Gabe blushes furiously and practically throws William into the closest room, slamming the door to the ovation. He pushes William up against the wall and attacks his neck, biting and sucking at every exposed inch of skin, pausing only to assure William, “you’re going to pay for that.”
William laughs lightly and pulls his shirt over his head, then undoes his belt and pants with one hand, tugging at Gabe’s with the other. Gabe takes this cue and throws off his own shirt, then undoes his own pants, struggling to shove them to the floor.
Stupid white pants.
Gabe pulls William over to the bed and pushes him onto it, noting the Peanuts sheets and realizing that this is Pete’s room.
Oh well, Gabe thinks, he’d be proud.
He crawls over William, turning him over, and hastily starts to prepare him. After a minute, William squirms, “Fuck, get in me, already!”
Gabe follows these directions very closely and pushes in.
Now, Gabe’s never actually had sex with a guy before, but he’s really, really liking it. William feels better than any girl he’s ever fucked, and his angelic voice moaning his name is enough to push Gabe over the edge right there.
He builds up a fast, steady pace. He rams into William as hard as he can- Pete’s bed smacking against the wall with every thrust. William is grasping at Linus’ head, while Charlie Brown stands back, watching- a speech bubble comes from his mouth. It reads: “Good Grief!”
Charlie Brown is so not sexy, Gabe thinks- but he doesn’t care. They could be having sex on fucking Care Bears and he wouldn’t give a damn.
Their moans and animalistic grunting fill the room, almost drowning out the sound of Gabe’s voice singing on the stereo from downstairs.
Tonight, I am the drug you can’t deny. Tonight…
“G-A-B-E gonna get you high,” Gabe sings along roughly, his fingernails leaving crescent shaped marks in William’s hips. William cries out in ecstasy as Gabe hits his prostate dead-on.
“I, Gabe, let me…” William tries to stutter through his pleasure, but is unsuccessful. He shows Gabe what he means by pushing him off so he’s lying on his back, then mounts him once more and slams down on Gabe’s cock.
Gabe’s eyes wire themselves shut as his mouth locks open. He lets out a moaned whisper of William’s name as William builds his own pace, one hand on Gabe’s chest, to steady him, the other wrapped tightly around his painfully hard erection.
Gabe is soon muttering a string of words, Spanish, English, fuckin’ Japanese, just whatever comes to mind first. In one final motion, William forces himself back down on Gabe and gives himself one last stroke, and he and Gabe come within seconds of each other.
William rolls off of Gabe and nudges him to lift himself so he can pull the sheets over them. He curls up to Gabe and rests his head on his heaving chest, his hair slicked to his forehead from the sweat. Gabe wraps an arm around him and stares up to the white stucco ceiling.
“Ah,” he sighs, contently. “So that’s what the hype was about.”
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