Paris Part One
Will tipped the little porter boy. Who had been looking at them funnily all the way up in the lift. George seemed to be wondering what was going on but Will knew fine well what it was. "Merci, monsieur. Exigerez-vous n'importe quoi d'autre?" the boy inquired. Will shook his head. They wouldn't need anything, or anyone else for the entire long weekend. "Non, cela est beau. Merci." The boy half bowed as he walked away and he finally got the door open.
A huge room, done in cream and gold with little lashing’s of red to set everything off. In the middle of the room, on a slightly raised platform was a four poster bed, complimentary chocolates on the pillow. He nudged George into the room. "Bienvenu à notre petit palais," Will whispered in his ear as he closed the door. "Or ... welcome to our little palace. The balcony windows were open with a gorgeous rooftop view of Paris, a hot breeze blowing in.
George's eyes were like saucers. And that dirty Will. Speaking French in his ear. The little hairs on his neck were standing up. He dropped his holdall and stared. He stared longest at the bed. It looked to be able to hold a small army. He made his way to the balcony, fingering everything like he expected it to vanish in a poof of smoke.
The view was spectacular. He turned to Will smiling hugely.
"Bloody amazing... "
"Oui, c'est, n'est-ce pas? Juste me et vous et Paris. Seul. Pour un weekend entier." Will laughed at himself, locked the door and wandered into the bathroom. "I need to stop speaking French!" And his voice echoed. "I said ... yeah, it is, isn't it? Just me and you and Paris. Alone. For an entire weekend." He whistled low in his throat. Polished marble, gorgeous and another raised platform lead right up two stairs into a hot tub. "Come and see this."
"No.. You don't need to stop speaking... bloody hell!"
He gaped at the enormous tub. He looked at Will and turned fuchsia... Now he realised why the porter was looking at them so oddly.
"Oh Dear Oh Lord! No wonder we were getting stared at!"
He started snickering, then slipped into laughter.
"This thing looks like a Rugby Tub!"
Will started to laugh and came up behind George, burying his face in the soft skin of his neck. "Vous goûtez agréable... et je vous aime.."
"Do I? and do you?"
He leaned back into Will's strong arms and rolled his head to the side so he could chew away.
"Good thing you used some of the few words I know, yeah?"
Will chucked and his breath brushed across the soft skin, tongue going to lick up and down the length of neck until he reached George's ear whispering, "A ma pitié pour les jours..." he nibbled for a second then walked George slowly back out and into the open room. "So I take it that you like it then?"
"Bloody Fantastic!"
He turned in Will's arms and went up on his toes to kiss him.
Will held him there, tongues battling suddenly until air became desperately needed. "I think the porter boy wanted to join in," he muttered, loosening one button on George's shirt to stroke softly. "So, we going to go see the view?"
"Do ya??? Rotten little Frog best keep his hands to himself... You're all mine!"
He seized Will's hand and pulled him towards the balcony.
The grin that lit up Will's face had surely been worth waiting for. He slipped his arms around George's waist again, French sunshine hammering down on them but a sweet smell carrying on the breeze. "I'm glad you like it here," he whispered, "I wanted somewhere that we could make our own memories."
"This is sure a place for that. I'll never forget this, Will. Ever. You're the best."
He nestled back into Will's arms, his hands clasped over Will's, and looked over the rooftops. He'd never felt like this before. Completely safe and adored. He wanted to enjoy every second of it.
"I'm taking you for dinner tonight. But not frogs legs," Will made a face but the grin broke back through. "We're going to have a great time, you know. They don't care if you're queer here. We'll get to have moonlit walks." He sighed softly, happily and rested his temple on George's hair. "Mon chéri doux."
"Ech... no frogs legs... I trust you to pick, you've got good taste," he chuckled.
He thought about being queer. He didn't feel like a limp wristed poof, but here he was in Paris with a man, who he adored... That made him one, didn't it? Well, he'd have to get used to it then. He screwed his eyes shut and wished hard that Will wouldn't get tired of him.
"Doesn't seem they do care about that does it? ... But still, I don't want to get nicked for public lewdness..."
He slid Will's hands down a bit.
"Or making love on a balcony?" Will asked with a cheeky grin but his hands started to trace circles on George's hips. "We don't have to broadcast it, no but we don't have to hide in shadows here either." He could see this weekend stretched out in front of them, perfect and unspoilt. But it was also a chance for George to really think about where his life had been going recently. To think about Lois and Jack and where things stood now while having Will to support him through the rough patches. "I'll pick something as tasty as you then, shall I? Mouth-watering and fit for dessert ... and the main course ..."
"Can't no one see us up here, can they?"
He slipped his own hands away from Will's and let them trace up and down the backs of his legs. The thought of Will doing him on the balcony was getting him all squirmy.
"Good point. You want to take in the view while I suck you then?" Will murmured into his ear, one hand going to undo George's trousers and teasing slip inside to dance across the tops of his thighs.
"Oh dear..."
George's breath caught in his throat. His cock leapt at the first brush of Will's hot fingers.
"You know, you could enjoy the view with me like this..."
"I've got all the view I need," Will told him, low and right next to his ear, "And he's shivering in my arms." His fingers trailed over the fine hair at the top of George's thigh one last time then slid down, further and sank into his boxers to touch his cock with searching fingers. "Still 'oh dear'?"
George let out a lush sigh. Will barely needed to touch him and he got hard... He gripped Will's bottom, nice handful that it was, and tried to shift himself further into Will's grip.
"More like 'bloody hell' now..." he panted.
"I thought so. I wonder if we could get to 'fucking hell' ...?" Will backed George up to the section of wall before the balcony window started and bunched his hands in his trousers, yanking them down as he went to his knees, licking the sensitive skin where groin met thigh. "Tasty."
George let himself be manhandled and it only got him harder. He gasped as Will's tongue dragged over his skin.
"Should do at this rate...."
He rested his shaking hands on Will's shoulders, trying to keep some sort of balance.
"You think so? Will raked his nails over George's arse leaving little red trails behind him and started dart teasing licks at the head of George's cock, proudly jutting out towards him. Then, eyes locking with Will's, he swirled his tongue around the head of his cock.
George's eyes screwed shut and he bit his lip as Will raked his nails over his bottom.... so close... he could ask Will... he could...
His eyes popped open at the feel of a hot tongue on him. Will's eyes held him. He shook with anticipation.
The fingers moved, dragging down George's thighs and then back up again in what became a stable pace as, with one last smug smile, Will closed his mouth over the head of George's cock again. His eyes never left his lovers, holding him there through sheer force of will.
George was riveted. He could feel the warm breeze over his skin and the heat of the sun on him. He couldn't have cared less. It was all down to Will and he had eyes for nothing else. His breath came in short gasps that matched the pace of Will's teasing fingers. This was going to be embarrassingly quick.
Will's eyes broke their focus but only for a second so that his head could bob down, swallowing George for the briefest of seconds. His nails made marks on George's arse as he did until finally he was back to sucking, startling ice blue holding the soft, lusty baby blue of George's eyes.
His legs were shaking and he could feel the end coming on. Each bob of Will's head brought with it a bigger wave of pleasure.
"Fuckin’ hell Will...."
His eyes screwed shut as he tried desperately to not tip over the edge.
Will let his head sink again, another tight swallow using his throat to work George's cock. The legs he raked his nails over were shaking and with each press of tongue onto George's weeping slit there was almost a shudder that ran through him. But he'd got his fucking hell ...
He started to buck as his desire to finish overtook good manners.
"Dear God!"
George's voice carried over the rooftops as he came hard down Will's throat. He grabbed at the wall to try and keep himself from toppling over, with minor success. He stroked Will's hair and tried to catch his breath.
Will made a show of licking his lips, swallowing with a smile. Or was that service with a smile? He bent his head, got George to slip out of his shoes and take his trousers off with the boxers leaving him with only his socks and a partially unbuttoned shirt on. The picture of debauched. Standing swiftly, despite the soreness in his knees, Will pressed their mouths together, sharing the taste.
He wrapped himself around Will, still shaking. He teased his tongue over Will's and giggled...
"Don't taste bad do I?"
He leaned back a bit and licked his lips.
"However, you, my son, are still wearing entirely too many clothes..."
Still breathing heavily, he let his hands slip over Will's shoulders and down his chest. He could feel nipples starting to pop under his palms. He grinned and ran his thumbs over them, feeling them harden even more. He licked his lips and attacked Will's shirt buttons.
Will moaned and closed his eyes caught between letting his hands drop away and grabbing George's hips. The image of his cock still burned into his mind he smiled as eyes slid closed and his head rolled back, letting George away with what he wanted to do. "What're you up to then, mon garçon magnifique d'amant?" Will couldn't help but grin. "Does the French turn you on?"
He giggled.
"Does..."
He practically tore Will's shirt out of the way and let his mouth roam all over his golden smooth skin. He flicked his tongue over one of Will's rosy nipples, until it came to a delicious peak. He took it between his lips and teased it, testing how much Will liked that sort of thing.
Will's body practically came of off the ground and a growling moan started deep in his throat. "Stop and I'll kill you ..." he murmured and then, with a lust filled grin, "Arrêter et je vous tuerai," in French just for the hell of it.
George giggled and sucked him between his teeth. He worried at him lightly. Teasing him.
"You're ... uhgh ...God you're good at that." One of Will's more sensitive spots, his nipples but no one seemed to notice all that much. He pushed up again, silently asking for more.
Pleased he has found a good spot, he started flicking his tongue more heavily. He shifted his hands to stroke Will's long torso. He would randomly tweak Will's other nipple when he felt it might be getting lonely. Soon, it too was at a nice stiff peak.
Will's mouth opened in a gasp, his entire chest tingling from George's assault. One hand came behind his head, almost clamped his mouth over the stiff nipple he was tonguing. "Like that baby .." he murmured.
'Ohhh Will really likes this!' George sucked a little harder, then bit him. Not hard, but definitely a bite. He tweaked the other nipple at the same time, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
Will's legs went weak at the bite and he had the feeling that if it didn't mean leaving George's mouth he would have went to his knees. "Fuck, that's good." Hands gripped to George firmly, still not sure of his own staying power. Staying on his feet that was. "Are you going to do me on the balcony?" he asked in a growling whisper.
"Turnabout is fair play, don't you think?"
With one last flick of the tongue, George slid down the wall and sat on the floor. He grabbed Will's belt and dragged his hips forward. Fast fingers yanked the belt away and the top button open. He ran his cheek op the zipper, the moved the fabric out of the way with his hands. He looked up at Will and winked before grabbing the tab of the zip with his teeth and lowering it.
Will had to swallow, close his eyes, and then blink slowly through heavy lashes at George. "You are a little slut, George," he murmured. "And I love it." Oh, but he did. George in socks and shirt tail doing that with his teeth. What he wouldn't give to record this.
"Ain't I though!"
Will didn't make him feel it was wrong. Being a slut was something Will wanted. And he was going to get what he wanted. George rubbed his face over Will's cotton covered cock. It was also happy to see him. He reached up and ran his fingers along the waistband of his pants.
"Didn't think you was a boxers type of fella..."
He yanked the little blue briefs out of the way and sucked him in.
George laved his tongue up and down the underside of Will's heavy cock. He'd suck hard then let go, slowly trailing his tongue along until he reached the tip, then he'd suck hard on that and let go, sliding back down to the root and starting all over.
Will forced himself not to thrust into George's mouth. The warmth of George's tongue was to tempting to rub himself against, rolling his hips and trying not to. Trying to make George go faster than he wanted to. Trying not to break his pace. "You re a little slut and fuck but it feels good ..."
George slowly drew his mouth away, until Will's cock popped free. He blew lightly over the hot, slick skin.
"What do you want Will? Tell me what you want and I'll do it..."
He licked up the underside of Will's bobbing cock, then looked straight up into his eyes.
Will, for that second, didn't want anything because it was perfect. The feeling coursing through his cock, the complete submission of George on his knees for him, trusting eyes gazing up at him. But it was only a second. Because the blood pumping to his cock didn't agree. "Just suck me George, please," because there was time for making love much later on.
Naughtiness gleamed in George's eyes as he sucked Will all the way down. He went back to what he had been doing, only doing it faster.
Will tangled fingers in George's hair and rocked on the balls of his feet, cock sliding into the wet warmth of his mouth. "You're hot ..."
George sucked a bit harder. He slid his thumb down to stroke Will's balls, rolling them lightly as his head moved faster.
He was so close that he could taste it. The feelings rolling over him like waves, the pleasure. George had a very dirty mouth. He was glad. "Hmngh," and it wasn't his most coherent because he was there and it was ending far too quickly, pouring his seed onto George's tongue.
George kept sucking, until he felt Will's cock go soft and slip from his mouth. He took a deep breath and looked up at Will with hooded eyes, a little smile dancing over his lips. His tongue flicked over his lips.
Will too a second, steadying both hands on the wall in front of him before he beckoned George back up with a finger, waiting until he was on his feet again before crushing their mouths together, sharing the taste. "Mmm, know how I said I love you? I think I might just do anything for you now."
George chuckled gleefully and wrapped his hands around Will's waist. He ran his thumbs over his smooth skin.
"Makes me happy, that. And what's more, I believe ya!"
"I hope so." Will grinned and nipped at George's neck again, fingers sliding to his arse and the sore, red bumps there. "Wasn't too hard, was it?" he'd had the feeling George would be up for it but it had been hit or miss testing it out.
"Noooooo...." he giggled.
He bit his lip but decided to say it...
"I'd like it if you'd..." he let his voice drop down to a whisper, "maybe... give me a spanking... gets me going something awful... I only used to think about it but... "
He knows he looks guilty but is sure Will understands.
Will smoothed thumbs over George's cheeks then across his temples, brushing back a few stray strands of soft hair. "Sounds like fun." Then he decided to get it out of the way and wrapped his arms around George's waist, drawing their bodies close. "Look, if you want something that I'm not giving you then I don't mind if you ask. You don't know if you don't ask whether I'll do it or not." He flashed a grin, "But spanking you until you're all sweaty and pink sounds very appealing."
A little frisson of anticipation ran through him. Will would give him what for and let him know who was boss... good thing he'd just come or he'd be hot for it again... Not that he wasn't ...
"You will?" His eyes sparkled. "I never asked anyone else... I mean some used to just to it but that was way back... "
George went back upon his toes for another kiss. He liked the feeling of their skin rubbing together.
"Will... just touching you gets me going... you know that?"
A corner of Will's mouth turned up. "It does?" he hadn't known that actually. But it was a good feeling, thinking that just the touch of his skin was enough for George to think about them rubbing together. "And of course I will. Ask and you shall receive and all that. But ... Que voulez-vous faire maintenant?" He laughed again. "I'm going to teach you some French. Until then I'll be forced to translate, I think. What do you want to do now?"
George lets out a filthy cackle.
"I now plenty of French.... ohhh no you mean the lingo... yeah well. that you'll have to educate me on..."
Will closed his eyes and shook his head. "I set myself up for these," he decided out loud. "But," licking his lips, "You're tasty so I think you get away with it."
George went pinker and laughed. The breeze over his thighs tickled. It then dawned on him he was practically starkers in a window.
"And the things I let you get away with! Me bum's out for all of Paris to look at!"
"But all of Paris isn't looking," Will told him. His voice low, eyes almost predatory for a second, he let his fingers dance over the reddened flesh. "I'm looking."
George squirmed a bit and chuckled.
"well... you're the only part of Paris I'm worried over."
He wriggled around until he faced the wall and rubbed his red bottom against Will's thigh.
Will smiled then he stepped back to admire his handy work. "Mmm, that might be there for a few days, love. Think you'll be okay sporting my marks?" He slowly pulled his own jeans back up and then walked to press himself against George's back. "I think we might stay in bed ... what with the jet lag, of course ..."
"Jet lag..." he snickered. "Is that the party line then? Marks? are there?"
He craned his neck to see, but couldn't. "Don't feel like anything. And I'm all for staying in bed..."
"A few marks, yeah. They suit you though." Will's hand slipped between them and he massaged George's arse softly. "Staying in bed it is then. With room service. Wonder if we have candles seeing as we have chocolates ..."
"Ohhh."
He wiggled against Will's hand.
"You'll drive me to distraction you will... " he sighed as he felt the barest glimmer of interest from his recently depleted cock. "You and your chockies, mate... as bad as the birds you are."
"I know I am. I told you, my own weakness. If we ever have a fight then tempt me with make up chocolates." Will grabbed his ass and directed him into the bedroom again, kicking his trousers in that were laying on the balcony floor. "Distraction sounds good to me," he started to trace a finger up and down the cleft of George's ass happily.
"I hope we don't fight...oh dear..."
He grabbed Will's wrist and held him still for a moment.
"Good God Will.. how do you do it? I'm all tied in knots again?" He raised Will's hand to his lips and kissed his wrist. He stepped back and shrugged out of his shirt, then dove for the bed. He bounced a bit as he wrestled his socks off, then flopped back and trailed his fingers up and down his stomach.
"Will...."
"Are you trying to seduce me?" Will slowly peeled his shirt away from him and then, fingers teasing soft skin as he went, shoved his jeans and briefs off. Then socks. And leant naked against the balcony window frame and watched. "Touch yourself for me," in a soft, husky voice. Eyes locked on George's fingers.
George smiled and chewed on his lip.
"Anything you want, darlin Will... anything at all."
He let his fingers trail farther and farter down until they brushed lightly around the base of his cock. It twitched with each movement of his fingers. George's breathing grew slightly more ragged.
"Anything?" Will's mind started to run in little circles, tracing mental trails all over George's body. Playing out his fantasies. Maybe it showed in his eyes. "On your knees," he whispered. And it was like the first night again. Just as hot. Just as beautiful. Just as sinfully sweet.
George quickly rolled onto his stomach then tucked his knees up and stuck his arse in the air.
"Is this ok, Will?" he rasped.
"Gorgeous, love." Will walked over very slowly, watching George, taking in his beautiful red arse. "Keep that hand busy," he murmured, lifting one of George's hands off the sheets and guiding it back to between his legs. He knelt on the bottom of the bed and watched.
George closed his eyes and concentrated on teasing himself. He teased his fingers slowly around the base of his cock, then lightly over his balls ... giving them a little squeeze. He teased himself like that for as long as he could take it, then let his fingers wrap around his now semi erect cock and slowly stroke. He could feel Will's eyes on him and if anything, it made him randier...
Will used one hand to slowly part George's arse then made a noisy show of licking one finger and stroking it over George's hole, exposed to the breeze trailing in from the window. "You're beautiful ... flushed and hot and so dirty playing with yourself ..." he whispered and the tip of his finger slid inside of George.
His cock jerked in reaction to Will's finger entering him. He breathed out a little noise of pleasure and picked up his pace. He'd always liked being finger fucked and had grown to like being fucked... especially by someone who was careful... And he very much wanted Will to nail him to the mattress before the evening was out. He was better at it than anyone else and it made him feel like nothing else.
"What do you want?" Will breathed into George's ear as he moved his body forward to cover his lovers. The finger sank forward until it slipped all the way inside to tease the tight, warmth of George's ass. "Tell me what you want."
"More... more of that, please..." He pushed back against Will's hand.
Will slid his finger back, almost all of the way out and then brought another to join it, sliding inside of George and flexing. Teasing. "More of this?"
He let out a long, lush sigh...
"Yes please..."
Will leant over and licked up George's back, biting the nape of his neck as his fingers flexed deeper. Brushing over deep, sweet spots. "Like this?"
"Yes please..."
His voice trailed off into a soft moan as Will brushed over one particular area. His hand dropped away from his cock and he grabbed at the sheets.
Will moved to sit on the bed instead of kneeling behind George and took up where his hand left off. Thumb curling over the head of George's cock, fist closing around it and jerking it very slowly.
George's hips started moving on their own. He bucked and ground against Will in every way he could.
"Moan for me," Will bent his head and used his teeth to nip at George's arse, very carefully adding the tip of a third finger.
He gasped at the nip of Will's teeth... More sighs and needy whines came as he melted under Will's handling.
"I want you to come for me," and it was growled in the room, whispering around almost the same as breeze that was ruffling their hair.
"Yes Will"
He came so hard he surprised himself. He shouted out Will's name as he emptied himself into Will's hand. He lay shaking and panting, shocked.
Will slid his fingers away from George and moaned softly, happily, flopping down beside George's prone body. "You're a good boy when you follow directions, gorgeous."
George's voice was gone. He stared at Will with big eyes. That had never happened before. He gasped for a bit more air and managed to whisper....
“Yes, Will... would you... would you fuck me? Please? Won't get much more relaxed than this? Will I?”
"No, I don't think that you will." Tracing his fingers over George's arse, Will tilted his head and watched his beautiful, trusting face with those wide, pretty eyes. "Are you sure?"
"Take what's yours..."
"Mine." And the word was firm, spoken with authority. "But do you want fucked ... or made love to?" and in Will's mind, as he kissed George's willing lips, that made all the difference.
He smiled beautifully. Only Will would ask that. "Show me the difference, darling Will..."
Will slowly moved George onto his side, one leg sprawled over the bed in front of him. "I will," and he propped George's head up on his arm so that he could pull him close as his other hand found the lube. It didn't take long before he'd covered his fingers, his cock, but it seemed like a silent eternity listening to George's breathing next to him. Then he was shifting and sliding inside, inch by tantalising inch with George's body curled close to him.
George panted as Will slid home. There was no real discomfort, only possession. He liked that feeling.
"All right?" Will asked, voice husky with want and body straining to push further, to make love to George, make him his.
"Yes..." he whispered. Will's skin was hot against him and he felt the warmth envelope him.
"Yes please..."
"Don't beg baby, just feel," Will breathed hotly against the nape of George's neck. His hips started a slow movement, not so much thrusting as sliding in and slowly out stretching every sensation until it melted into the next one.
George's breath came in gasps, matching the pace of Will's slow movements. He buried his face in the sheets and let the sensations wash over him. No roughness, no taking what was wanted, just the possession. He was glad he'd come already... or he'd never have been able to enjoy this...
Will let his mouth work over the nape of George's neck, tongue exploring. Sensations built but the knowledge that he was inside of George, making love to George, was the biggest turn on of it all. That George trusted him enough to let him have his way, bury himself inside of him. Will's orgasm was stirring and his moans, despite the gentle movement, were loud and insistent.
"Go on Will.. Go on.." George breathed.
And the soft urging was all it took. The orgasm almost crept up on him and at the end of it he swore that every inch of his skin was radiating with pleasure. He called out George's name and surely the people below the balcony would have heard. Fuck but it felt good to flop afterwards, hot and sweaty and sprawled with George.
A great creeping smile took over George's face as Will shouted out his name. Possession went both ways...
He reached back and stroked his Will's sweaty flank. "M shattered darlin... that was...was... I don't have the words..."
Will murmured something. It vaguely sounded like, "I don't have much of anything after that," but his tongue was busy with other things. Such as licking George's ear. His lips were busy too. In a smug smile. "Brilliant," he blew into his lovers ear.
George giggled and squirmed...
"Tickles..."
Will chuckled and then started to attack George's ear with teeth and tongue, blowing in it every now and again. "Does it?"
"Yes!"
He squirmed more but not away from Will's naughty tongue.
Will started to make his way down George's neck until finally, he bit and left a set of teeth marks just below the line a shirt would cover. Then he kissed, licked, soothed the slight wound. Marking his territory.
"OW! Ohhhh...."
He writhed under Will's little attack. His grip on Will's thigh grew hard.
"Fantabulose... as the actress said to the bishop... you could kill a lad, darlin Will, if he was lucky..."
"I love you," Will told him and kissed the teeth marks one more time before his body slid away from George's with a shiver. "Come and cuddle," Will motioned with one tired hand, flopping onto his back.
George whined in displeasure as Will moved away from him. He rolled onto his face and stretched. A few little pops and cracks sounded. He looked out adoringly from under his fringe on Will's long, sated body. He'd never felt this loved before; as if he were really the centre of someone's world. The words came to his lips almost before he'd realised he said them.
"I love you, Will... more than anyone..."
"You've no idea how precious you are." Will's tired blue eyes dragged over George's form, such an innocent sweet look that he couldn't resist reaching out to touch. To brush his fingers across his soft hair, to trail fingers over his lips and to trace his cheekbones as if burning the feeling of his skin under his fingertips. "You're one of this world's pure good, loving souls. I'm lucky to have you."
"Do leave off..." He dropped his eyes as he leaned into Will's touch. He kissed his fingers and crawled over to lay next to Will, burrowing his face in his neck.
"It's true. You just don't see what I see. I wish I could lend you my eyes for a day." Will tucked George's head under his chin, kissing his hair on the way and getting comfortable, arms curling around him.
"Wish I could lend you mine... see how wonderful you are."
He trailed his fingers over the scar on Will's hip. He liked how it felt and where it led.
Will moaned softly. Even spent as they were, George's fingers on him was always a pleasure. "I don't want to give you up," he murmured, half to himself. He couldn't see life without George in it now.
"Why do you think you'd ever have to?"
He lightly nuzzled Will's neck.
"Mmm, let's forget I said that and tell me what you're thinking about right now?" Wouldn't I love to get you on my couch ... all faintly ringing true. Fingers played down George's spine.
"Thinkin? Just how I wish it could always be like this, even though I know it can't." He gently rubbed his hand up and down Will's side. "I'm thinkin I wish I'd found you years ago..."
"You know what I'm thinking?" Will smiled into the space above him before tilting his head to see George's face. "I'm thinking that it could be like this years from now. That we could have a life together and cut out all the hurt. That we could be happy, content with each other."
"Really?" He tried desperately to hide the hope in his voice. It was almost as if Will was reading his mind. He couldn't really imagine that someone like Will could want the same things as him. But he was starting to hope.
"Of course." Will kissed his forehead and decided to risk finally telling him what he'd been thinking about for the last few days. "House, just the two of us, holidays every year. Being happy. Being there for each other. Just being in love."
"You'd do that?" Disbelief was apparent, "For me?"
George's stomach clenched. These were practically his own thoughts, echoed back at him. And he believed Will.
Believed he meant it but couldn't believe that he was lucky enough for it to actually happen.
Will understood George's reluctance to let himself go to what was, invariably, a dream he'd never been able to touch. Always something just out of reach for him. But a hope, a glimpse into the future, shined in George's eyes and Will had a feeling that he would be able to, in time, help him through what had happened in his past. "I'd do that. For us."
"...us... " His eyes welled. "I never let myself think about an 'us'... not since Allison passed. Didn't think I'd find another person interested in a 'us'. Jack sure wasn't, but then I met Lois. But Lois and I need the same thing, I think. Then there was you... "
He sighed and kissed Will's throat. "You've given me new life Will... And I just don't know what to do..."
Will traced his fingers gently over George's temples, then his forehead, brushing down to his eyelashes. Still memorising but more than that, trying to smooth away the lines of hurt that had been on George's face for so long now. "I told you, I love you. Adore you. Even down to your endless flirting," he let himself smile, dazzling in it's own right, "You don't have to do anything. I'm just here for you, part of us. And that in itself will be perfect."
One little tear eeked its way out.
"I believe you." And he prayed that it wouldn't kill him in the end. "I'll do anything for ya Will... to show you I love you. I'll even try to stop the flirting..."
"Don't you dare stop the flirting. It's part of what makes you who you are and I love who you are." Even the uncertainly and the fact that George had a long way to go before he was confident enough to move on. He loved it. "You don't have to do anything, baby. Just be you." He brushed that tear away with his finger and smeared the salty moisture onto George's lip, leaning in to kiss it away.
George returned the kiss with extra. He wanted to show Will what he had a terrible time saying.
And everything George wanted to say he managed to covey with those smatterings of near innocent touches and glances from the corner of his eyes. "We're definitely staying in all day. I want to touch you. I'm not letting you go."
George chuckled filthily.
"Well you'll have to, my darlin... the loo is beckoning."
He ran his hand possessively over Will's scar. He slid down and kissed it as he shakily got up from the bed and made his unsteady way into the toilet.
Will couldn't even bring himself to pout as he watched George's retreating back. Well, his ass actually. "So have you thought what we're going to buy everyone while we're here?" he called out, sitting up and checking for wet spots on the bed.
George emerged a few minutes later, and made his unsteady way back. He brought Will a warm damp towel and a warm dry one.
"They got a thing in there what heat's the towels up!"
Will chucked. "You're like a kid at Christmas. It's ... endearing." It didn't take long to clean up and before he dried himself off with the dry one, he buried his face in it to feel the heat. "Maybe we should buy them a towel heater?" he asked cheekily, bringing his last question up again.
"Presents... Who's all on the list then?"
He crawled back into the bed and wrapped himself around Will.
Will thought about that for a second, draping the towel over George's face with a giggle of his own. His arm curled round George's shoulders. "Josh. Charlie. Abby. Kurt. Logan. That's my list. Who's to be added?"
The towel felt nice and smelled of Will. He left it.
"Bodie, Turkish, Doyle, and ... I'd really like to send Lois something..." came the muffled reply.
Will snickered and tugged the towel down so it was on George's chest instead. "All right ... I might get Molly something too. She could do with a treat." He pondered that for a while. "Not getting Jack anything?" fishing to see if the omission was deliberate.
George chewed on his lip.
"He doesn't talk to me off-duty any more, Will. I can't even get him alone long enough to talk to him on-duty..."
Will frowned. He hadn't been told about that bit. "That must hurt," he said softly, taking one of his hands. "When did this start?"
"A bit after I went to stay with Kurt. He knows Lois is out of the frame but he hasn't said anything since. I'm waiting for him to do something. I know he will do, but I'm worried over the when and the what."
"Does he have any idea about me? About us?" But Will's voice was that comforting neutral that he used when he talked to distraught parents or cases he worked on. So that he didn't push George.
"He might do, but I've not been able to say anything about it. He won't sit still long enough to listen. It's not as if I haven't tried to tell him..."
"You ever think that maybe he's afraid of what you might be telling him?" Will asked him softly. "That maybe he's just as afraid deep down of losing you as you used to be of losing him?"
George's guilt was apparent on his face. "Yes. And it's held me to him for a lot of years now. But what can I do? Every time he bats his eyes at me I crumble... Although..." he snickered a bit, "Don't think it'd be as easy for him now."
He leered at Will.
Will playfully rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah." He smiled though, through everything. "Just remember. It doesn't matter what happens, I'm not going anywhere, all right?
"I hope not... I'd be lost."
He closed his eyes and jut let himself feel Will next to him. He wanted to drink it all in so he'd have it in his head forever.
"You know that my Jack, Crawford, almost took my head of off my shoulders for bringing you here," but it was said with a smug smile. Will had told him the lot. The roof had come off.
George's eyes flashed open.
"Oh dear! I don't want to make trouble for you... I'm awful sorry.."
He scrambled up to his knees.
"He didn't belt you or anything?!?!.. I'll kill him.."
Will's eyes widened. "He didn't touch me, relax." Taking George's hands, Will sat up to put his back to the pillows. "You didn't make any trouble for me. I promise you that you didn't. Besides, it's my life. Jack can fuck off ..." but his face split in a happy smile. "I'm not the only possessive one in this relationship, am I?"
George turned pink and pouted.
"No... you bloody well aren't."
"Come here, gorgeous," Will wrapped his arms around him and kissed that pout away, rolling onto the bed.
George let himself melt into Will's arms and have his pout kissed away. His stomach was going all funny and he wished he had better recuperative powers... But that just made him giggle. He ran his hands up and down Will's nice shoulders, then down his long back.
"I like how you feel Will. You fit in my hands real nice."
"I like your hands," Will said, almost managing not to giggle along with him, "They make me tingle." He nuzzled into George's neck until he stilled and kissed the bite mark, feeling somewhere that it meant more than just a bite.
"Ooo you nipped me a good one there, didn't ya." he sighed.
"Mmm, I did. Teeth marks." Will covered it with his hand, effectively hiding it. "Does it bother you?"
"Nah... " there was merriment in his voice, "Shows who's I am don't it?"
"All mine?" Will asked, lifting the hand away and licking the mark again.
"All yours..."
He moaned a bit as Will's lips tickled his skin.
"So ... what're you going to get Bodie, this wonderful and terrible dangerous CI5 man I keep hearing about?" Will flopped back onto the bed and yawned.
"Well if we was in Amsterdam, I'd have said a whip... You know to keep Charlie in line... " he cackled. "But dunno... maybe some nice wine for him and Charlie to share..."
"From what Charlie tells me it's more the other way around?" Will couldn't help that innocent little fishing, without realising he was doing it. "And I've seen Charlie's whip. I'd be worried if I was Bodie but yeah, wine sounds nice."
"Eh? Was a joke... Oh dear, Charlie said something about that... I thought he was having me on... He's not then... " George's eyes popped in fear... "But that hurts..." He shivered... "Yeah a nice bottle of wine. Also be a good choice for Doyle and Turkish, yeah?"
"Yeah, I imagine whips would hurt," Will screwed his face up in a pained gesture and then nodded, almost laughing. "Charlie likes the pain but I think it's more the ... well a whip is generally considered kinky. I think that's what he likes." Actually he knew, because he'd worked it out ages ago. "Yeah that'll work. What about Kurt?"
"Charlie likes the thought of tellin everyone he's kinky, yeah? And you'd think with my score on the quiz I'd be right there with him... I don't see how a little spanking gets you a score like that..."Thinks for a second "A reminder of the Circus maybe? Dunno. I'll bet I know it when I see it...."
"Charlie's just flirty by nature I think, but not in the same way as you." Will reached out and brushed a finger over one of George's nipples. "He likes the adrenaline and the danger and he likes living on the edge ... even if that means disregarding personal safety." Will kept his fingers playing with George while he mused, "Yeah, that works. What about ... Abby?"
George squirmed under the assault, making happy noises in his throat.
"Definitely perfume. Birds like French perfume!"
"Since when was Abby just a 'bird'?" Will asked, teasing both George and his other nipple.
"She's not 'just a bird' but she is a woman. And they like nice things. And she doesn't get enough nice things, in my opinion."
He wiggled a bit, ""ere you trying to get me goin again?"
"Me?" Will asked innocently, still playing happily. "All right, who's left. Josh and Logan." He pondered that for a bit.
"Maybe some Paris SG kit for Josh? Don't know much about kids. What does he like? And some good cigars for Logan. So's he can smell the difference... and have some bloody mercy on the rest of us." He sighed under Will's playing, "Good Lord you are... giz a chance to recover... I got nothing left... cor but that feels good."
Will slithered across the bed and pulled George to lay in his lap so that he could lick at his nipple, laving it with his tongue. "Recover, don't know what you're talking about," fingers played with the nipple that his teeth weren't worrying. "And maybe," he mumbled between laps of his tongue and brushes of his teeth, "We'll see, he's sometimes hard to buy for ..."
"I'm thinkin we don't get out of here at all."
He started purring like a cat
Will started to suck his nipple, silently agreeing with him. His over hand started to trail down his leg.
George chuckled and massaged Will's neck. The spirit was more than willing but the flesh was just laughing at his spirit's greed.
Will started to laugh and rolled back, curling his long body around George's. "Morning sex," because it was starting to get red outside. Red sunset.
"I might have something in me by then... " His look was angelic.
He looked out into the darkening sky and enjoyed the colours. "This is beautiful, Will. I'm awful happy you brought me here."
"I'm happy you said yes, gave me the chance to show you how it could be. How it will be between us," Will told him, whispering in George's ear as he closed his eyes and held close.
He couldn't say anything else. He just squeezed Wills hand and lay with him.
Filtering quiet settled around them and as the light dimmed, giving a way to a dark purple before the midnight blue had it's way, Will kissed his ear. "Love you, George."
"I love you Will... I mean it... "
"I know you do," Will hooked the covers, bunched at the bottom of the bed, with his toe and pulled them up to drape over their bodies, pressed close. "Morning sex," he murmured as he closed his eyes with a tiny smile.
George snuggled in close. He'd be up and hungry in a few hours but right now a nice nap was just what the doctor ordered. He closed his eyes and listened to Will's soft breathing.
A huge room, done in cream and gold with little lashing’s of red to set everything off. In the middle of the room, on a slightly raised platform was a four poster bed, complimentary chocolates on the pillow. He nudged George into the room. "Bienvenu à notre petit palais," Will whispered in his ear as he closed the door. "Or ... welcome to our little palace. The balcony windows were open with a gorgeous rooftop view of Paris, a hot breeze blowing in.
George's eyes were like saucers. And that dirty Will. Speaking French in his ear. The little hairs on his neck were standing up. He dropped his holdall and stared. He stared longest at the bed. It looked to be able to hold a small army. He made his way to the balcony, fingering everything like he expected it to vanish in a poof of smoke.
The view was spectacular. He turned to Will smiling hugely.
"Bloody amazing... "
"Oui, c'est, n'est-ce pas? Juste me et vous et Paris. Seul. Pour un weekend entier." Will laughed at himself, locked the door and wandered into the bathroom. "I need to stop speaking French!" And his voice echoed. "I said ... yeah, it is, isn't it? Just me and you and Paris. Alone. For an entire weekend." He whistled low in his throat. Polished marble, gorgeous and another raised platform lead right up two stairs into a hot tub. "Come and see this."
"No.. You don't need to stop speaking... bloody hell!"
He gaped at the enormous tub. He looked at Will and turned fuchsia... Now he realised why the porter was looking at them so oddly.
"Oh Dear Oh Lord! No wonder we were getting stared at!"
He started snickering, then slipped into laughter.
"This thing looks like a Rugby Tub!"
Will started to laugh and came up behind George, burying his face in the soft skin of his neck. "Vous goûtez agréable... et je vous aime.."
"Do I? and do you?"
He leaned back into Will's strong arms and rolled his head to the side so he could chew away.
"Good thing you used some of the few words I know, yeah?"
Will chucked and his breath brushed across the soft skin, tongue going to lick up and down the length of neck until he reached George's ear whispering, "A ma pitié pour les jours..." he nibbled for a second then walked George slowly back out and into the open room. "So I take it that you like it then?"
"Bloody Fantastic!"
He turned in Will's arms and went up on his toes to kiss him.
Will held him there, tongues battling suddenly until air became desperately needed. "I think the porter boy wanted to join in," he muttered, loosening one button on George's shirt to stroke softly. "So, we going to go see the view?"
"Do ya??? Rotten little Frog best keep his hands to himself... You're all mine!"
He seized Will's hand and pulled him towards the balcony.
The grin that lit up Will's face had surely been worth waiting for. He slipped his arms around George's waist again, French sunshine hammering down on them but a sweet smell carrying on the breeze. "I'm glad you like it here," he whispered, "I wanted somewhere that we could make our own memories."
"This is sure a place for that. I'll never forget this, Will. Ever. You're the best."
He nestled back into Will's arms, his hands clasped over Will's, and looked over the rooftops. He'd never felt like this before. Completely safe and adored. He wanted to enjoy every second of it.
"I'm taking you for dinner tonight. But not frogs legs," Will made a face but the grin broke back through. "We're going to have a great time, you know. They don't care if you're queer here. We'll get to have moonlit walks." He sighed softly, happily and rested his temple on George's hair. "Mon chéri doux."
"Ech... no frogs legs... I trust you to pick, you've got good taste," he chuckled.
He thought about being queer. He didn't feel like a limp wristed poof, but here he was in Paris with a man, who he adored... That made him one, didn't it? Well, he'd have to get used to it then. He screwed his eyes shut and wished hard that Will wouldn't get tired of him.
"Doesn't seem they do care about that does it? ... But still, I don't want to get nicked for public lewdness..."
He slid Will's hands down a bit.
"Or making love on a balcony?" Will asked with a cheeky grin but his hands started to trace circles on George's hips. "We don't have to broadcast it, no but we don't have to hide in shadows here either." He could see this weekend stretched out in front of them, perfect and unspoilt. But it was also a chance for George to really think about where his life had been going recently. To think about Lois and Jack and where things stood now while having Will to support him through the rough patches. "I'll pick something as tasty as you then, shall I? Mouth-watering and fit for dessert ... and the main course ..."
"Can't no one see us up here, can they?"
He slipped his own hands away from Will's and let them trace up and down the backs of his legs. The thought of Will doing him on the balcony was getting him all squirmy.
"Good point. You want to take in the view while I suck you then?" Will murmured into his ear, one hand going to undo George's trousers and teasing slip inside to dance across the tops of his thighs.
"Oh dear..."
George's breath caught in his throat. His cock leapt at the first brush of Will's hot fingers.
"You know, you could enjoy the view with me like this..."
"I've got all the view I need," Will told him, low and right next to his ear, "And he's shivering in my arms." His fingers trailed over the fine hair at the top of George's thigh one last time then slid down, further and sank into his boxers to touch his cock with searching fingers. "Still 'oh dear'?"
George let out a lush sigh. Will barely needed to touch him and he got hard... He gripped Will's bottom, nice handful that it was, and tried to shift himself further into Will's grip.
"More like 'bloody hell' now..." he panted.
"I thought so. I wonder if we could get to 'fucking hell' ...?" Will backed George up to the section of wall before the balcony window started and bunched his hands in his trousers, yanking them down as he went to his knees, licking the sensitive skin where groin met thigh. "Tasty."
George let himself be manhandled and it only got him harder. He gasped as Will's tongue dragged over his skin.
"Should do at this rate...."
He rested his shaking hands on Will's shoulders, trying to keep some sort of balance.
"You think so? Will raked his nails over George's arse leaving little red trails behind him and started dart teasing licks at the head of George's cock, proudly jutting out towards him. Then, eyes locking with Will's, he swirled his tongue around the head of his cock.
George's eyes screwed shut and he bit his lip as Will raked his nails over his bottom.... so close... he could ask Will... he could...
His eyes popped open at the feel of a hot tongue on him. Will's eyes held him. He shook with anticipation.
The fingers moved, dragging down George's thighs and then back up again in what became a stable pace as, with one last smug smile, Will closed his mouth over the head of George's cock again. His eyes never left his lovers, holding him there through sheer force of will.
George was riveted. He could feel the warm breeze over his skin and the heat of the sun on him. He couldn't have cared less. It was all down to Will and he had eyes for nothing else. His breath came in short gasps that matched the pace of Will's teasing fingers. This was going to be embarrassingly quick.
Will's eyes broke their focus but only for a second so that his head could bob down, swallowing George for the briefest of seconds. His nails made marks on George's arse as he did until finally he was back to sucking, startling ice blue holding the soft, lusty baby blue of George's eyes.
His legs were shaking and he could feel the end coming on. Each bob of Will's head brought with it a bigger wave of pleasure.
"Fuckin’ hell Will...."
His eyes screwed shut as he tried desperately to not tip over the edge.
Will let his head sink again, another tight swallow using his throat to work George's cock. The legs he raked his nails over were shaking and with each press of tongue onto George's weeping slit there was almost a shudder that ran through him. But he'd got his fucking hell ...
He started to buck as his desire to finish overtook good manners.
"Dear God!"
George's voice carried over the rooftops as he came hard down Will's throat. He grabbed at the wall to try and keep himself from toppling over, with minor success. He stroked Will's hair and tried to catch his breath.
Will made a show of licking his lips, swallowing with a smile. Or was that service with a smile? He bent his head, got George to slip out of his shoes and take his trousers off with the boxers leaving him with only his socks and a partially unbuttoned shirt on. The picture of debauched. Standing swiftly, despite the soreness in his knees, Will pressed their mouths together, sharing the taste.
He wrapped himself around Will, still shaking. He teased his tongue over Will's and giggled...
"Don't taste bad do I?"
He leaned back a bit and licked his lips.
"However, you, my son, are still wearing entirely too many clothes..."
Still breathing heavily, he let his hands slip over Will's shoulders and down his chest. He could feel nipples starting to pop under his palms. He grinned and ran his thumbs over them, feeling them harden even more. He licked his lips and attacked Will's shirt buttons.
Will moaned and closed his eyes caught between letting his hands drop away and grabbing George's hips. The image of his cock still burned into his mind he smiled as eyes slid closed and his head rolled back, letting George away with what he wanted to do. "What're you up to then, mon garçon magnifique d'amant?" Will couldn't help but grin. "Does the French turn you on?"
He giggled.
"Does..."
He practically tore Will's shirt out of the way and let his mouth roam all over his golden smooth skin. He flicked his tongue over one of Will's rosy nipples, until it came to a delicious peak. He took it between his lips and teased it, testing how much Will liked that sort of thing.
Will's body practically came of off the ground and a growling moan started deep in his throat. "Stop and I'll kill you ..." he murmured and then, with a lust filled grin, "Arrêter et je vous tuerai," in French just for the hell of it.
George giggled and sucked him between his teeth. He worried at him lightly. Teasing him.
"You're ... uhgh ...God you're good at that." One of Will's more sensitive spots, his nipples but no one seemed to notice all that much. He pushed up again, silently asking for more.
Pleased he has found a good spot, he started flicking his tongue more heavily. He shifted his hands to stroke Will's long torso. He would randomly tweak Will's other nipple when he felt it might be getting lonely. Soon, it too was at a nice stiff peak.
Will's mouth opened in a gasp, his entire chest tingling from George's assault. One hand came behind his head, almost clamped his mouth over the stiff nipple he was tonguing. "Like that baby .." he murmured.
'Ohhh Will really likes this!' George sucked a little harder, then bit him. Not hard, but definitely a bite. He tweaked the other nipple at the same time, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
Will's legs went weak at the bite and he had the feeling that if it didn't mean leaving George's mouth he would have went to his knees. "Fuck, that's good." Hands gripped to George firmly, still not sure of his own staying power. Staying on his feet that was. "Are you going to do me on the balcony?" he asked in a growling whisper.
"Turnabout is fair play, don't you think?"
With one last flick of the tongue, George slid down the wall and sat on the floor. He grabbed Will's belt and dragged his hips forward. Fast fingers yanked the belt away and the top button open. He ran his cheek op the zipper, the moved the fabric out of the way with his hands. He looked up at Will and winked before grabbing the tab of the zip with his teeth and lowering it.
Will had to swallow, close his eyes, and then blink slowly through heavy lashes at George. "You are a little slut, George," he murmured. "And I love it." Oh, but he did. George in socks and shirt tail doing that with his teeth. What he wouldn't give to record this.
"Ain't I though!"
Will didn't make him feel it was wrong. Being a slut was something Will wanted. And he was going to get what he wanted. George rubbed his face over Will's cotton covered cock. It was also happy to see him. He reached up and ran his fingers along the waistband of his pants.
"Didn't think you was a boxers type of fella..."
He yanked the little blue briefs out of the way and sucked him in.
George laved his tongue up and down the underside of Will's heavy cock. He'd suck hard then let go, slowly trailing his tongue along until he reached the tip, then he'd suck hard on that and let go, sliding back down to the root and starting all over.
Will forced himself not to thrust into George's mouth. The warmth of George's tongue was to tempting to rub himself against, rolling his hips and trying not to. Trying to make George go faster than he wanted to. Trying not to break his pace. "You re a little slut and fuck but it feels good ..."
George slowly drew his mouth away, until Will's cock popped free. He blew lightly over the hot, slick skin.
"What do you want Will? Tell me what you want and I'll do it..."
He licked up the underside of Will's bobbing cock, then looked straight up into his eyes.
Will, for that second, didn't want anything because it was perfect. The feeling coursing through his cock, the complete submission of George on his knees for him, trusting eyes gazing up at him. But it was only a second. Because the blood pumping to his cock didn't agree. "Just suck me George, please," because there was time for making love much later on.
Naughtiness gleamed in George's eyes as he sucked Will all the way down. He went back to what he had been doing, only doing it faster.
Will tangled fingers in George's hair and rocked on the balls of his feet, cock sliding into the wet warmth of his mouth. "You're hot ..."
George sucked a bit harder. He slid his thumb down to stroke Will's balls, rolling them lightly as his head moved faster.
He was so close that he could taste it. The feelings rolling over him like waves, the pleasure. George had a very dirty mouth. He was glad. "Hmngh," and it wasn't his most coherent because he was there and it was ending far too quickly, pouring his seed onto George's tongue.
George kept sucking, until he felt Will's cock go soft and slip from his mouth. He took a deep breath and looked up at Will with hooded eyes, a little smile dancing over his lips. His tongue flicked over his lips.
Will too a second, steadying both hands on the wall in front of him before he beckoned George back up with a finger, waiting until he was on his feet again before crushing their mouths together, sharing the taste. "Mmm, know how I said I love you? I think I might just do anything for you now."
George chuckled gleefully and wrapped his hands around Will's waist. He ran his thumbs over his smooth skin.
"Makes me happy, that. And what's more, I believe ya!"
"I hope so." Will grinned and nipped at George's neck again, fingers sliding to his arse and the sore, red bumps there. "Wasn't too hard, was it?" he'd had the feeling George would be up for it but it had been hit or miss testing it out.
"Noooooo...." he giggled.
He bit his lip but decided to say it...
"I'd like it if you'd..." he let his voice drop down to a whisper, "maybe... give me a spanking... gets me going something awful... I only used to think about it but... "
He knows he looks guilty but is sure Will understands.
Will smoothed thumbs over George's cheeks then across his temples, brushing back a few stray strands of soft hair. "Sounds like fun." Then he decided to get it out of the way and wrapped his arms around George's waist, drawing their bodies close. "Look, if you want something that I'm not giving you then I don't mind if you ask. You don't know if you don't ask whether I'll do it or not." He flashed a grin, "But spanking you until you're all sweaty and pink sounds very appealing."
A little frisson of anticipation ran through him. Will would give him what for and let him know who was boss... good thing he'd just come or he'd be hot for it again... Not that he wasn't ...
"You will?" His eyes sparkled. "I never asked anyone else... I mean some used to just to it but that was way back... "
George went back upon his toes for another kiss. He liked the feeling of their skin rubbing together.
"Will... just touching you gets me going... you know that?"
A corner of Will's mouth turned up. "It does?" he hadn't known that actually. But it was a good feeling, thinking that just the touch of his skin was enough for George to think about them rubbing together. "And of course I will. Ask and you shall receive and all that. But ... Que voulez-vous faire maintenant?" He laughed again. "I'm going to teach you some French. Until then I'll be forced to translate, I think. What do you want to do now?"
George lets out a filthy cackle.
"I now plenty of French.... ohhh no you mean the lingo... yeah well. that you'll have to educate me on..."
Will closed his eyes and shook his head. "I set myself up for these," he decided out loud. "But," licking his lips, "You're tasty so I think you get away with it."
George went pinker and laughed. The breeze over his thighs tickled. It then dawned on him he was practically starkers in a window.
"And the things I let you get away with! Me bum's out for all of Paris to look at!"
"But all of Paris isn't looking," Will told him. His voice low, eyes almost predatory for a second, he let his fingers dance over the reddened flesh. "I'm looking."
George squirmed a bit and chuckled.
"well... you're the only part of Paris I'm worried over."
He wriggled around until he faced the wall and rubbed his red bottom against Will's thigh.
Will smiled then he stepped back to admire his handy work. "Mmm, that might be there for a few days, love. Think you'll be okay sporting my marks?" He slowly pulled his own jeans back up and then walked to press himself against George's back. "I think we might stay in bed ... what with the jet lag, of course ..."
"Jet lag..." he snickered. "Is that the party line then? Marks? are there?"
He craned his neck to see, but couldn't. "Don't feel like anything. And I'm all for staying in bed..."
"A few marks, yeah. They suit you though." Will's hand slipped between them and he massaged George's arse softly. "Staying in bed it is then. With room service. Wonder if we have candles seeing as we have chocolates ..."
"Ohhh."
He wiggled against Will's hand.
"You'll drive me to distraction you will... " he sighed as he felt the barest glimmer of interest from his recently depleted cock. "You and your chockies, mate... as bad as the birds you are."
"I know I am. I told you, my own weakness. If we ever have a fight then tempt me with make up chocolates." Will grabbed his ass and directed him into the bedroom again, kicking his trousers in that were laying on the balcony floor. "Distraction sounds good to me," he started to trace a finger up and down the cleft of George's ass happily.
"I hope we don't fight...oh dear..."
He grabbed Will's wrist and held him still for a moment.
"Good God Will.. how do you do it? I'm all tied in knots again?" He raised Will's hand to his lips and kissed his wrist. He stepped back and shrugged out of his shirt, then dove for the bed. He bounced a bit as he wrestled his socks off, then flopped back and trailed his fingers up and down his stomach.
"Will...."
"Are you trying to seduce me?" Will slowly peeled his shirt away from him and then, fingers teasing soft skin as he went, shoved his jeans and briefs off. Then socks. And leant naked against the balcony window frame and watched. "Touch yourself for me," in a soft, husky voice. Eyes locked on George's fingers.
George smiled and chewed on his lip.
"Anything you want, darlin Will... anything at all."
He let his fingers trail farther and farter down until they brushed lightly around the base of his cock. It twitched with each movement of his fingers. George's breathing grew slightly more ragged.
"Anything?" Will's mind started to run in little circles, tracing mental trails all over George's body. Playing out his fantasies. Maybe it showed in his eyes. "On your knees," he whispered. And it was like the first night again. Just as hot. Just as beautiful. Just as sinfully sweet.
George quickly rolled onto his stomach then tucked his knees up and stuck his arse in the air.
"Is this ok, Will?" he rasped.
"Gorgeous, love." Will walked over very slowly, watching George, taking in his beautiful red arse. "Keep that hand busy," he murmured, lifting one of George's hands off the sheets and guiding it back to between his legs. He knelt on the bottom of the bed and watched.
George closed his eyes and concentrated on teasing himself. He teased his fingers slowly around the base of his cock, then lightly over his balls ... giving them a little squeeze. He teased himself like that for as long as he could take it, then let his fingers wrap around his now semi erect cock and slowly stroke. He could feel Will's eyes on him and if anything, it made him randier...
Will used one hand to slowly part George's arse then made a noisy show of licking one finger and stroking it over George's hole, exposed to the breeze trailing in from the window. "You're beautiful ... flushed and hot and so dirty playing with yourself ..." he whispered and the tip of his finger slid inside of George.
His cock jerked in reaction to Will's finger entering him. He breathed out a little noise of pleasure and picked up his pace. He'd always liked being finger fucked and had grown to like being fucked... especially by someone who was careful... And he very much wanted Will to nail him to the mattress before the evening was out. He was better at it than anyone else and it made him feel like nothing else.
"What do you want?" Will breathed into George's ear as he moved his body forward to cover his lovers. The finger sank forward until it slipped all the way inside to tease the tight, warmth of George's ass. "Tell me what you want."
"More... more of that, please..." He pushed back against Will's hand.
Will slid his finger back, almost all of the way out and then brought another to join it, sliding inside of George and flexing. Teasing. "More of this?"
He let out a long, lush sigh...
"Yes please..."
Will leant over and licked up George's back, biting the nape of his neck as his fingers flexed deeper. Brushing over deep, sweet spots. "Like this?"
"Yes please..."
His voice trailed off into a soft moan as Will brushed over one particular area. His hand dropped away from his cock and he grabbed at the sheets.
Will moved to sit on the bed instead of kneeling behind George and took up where his hand left off. Thumb curling over the head of George's cock, fist closing around it and jerking it very slowly.
George's hips started moving on their own. He bucked and ground against Will in every way he could.
"Moan for me," Will bent his head and used his teeth to nip at George's arse, very carefully adding the tip of a third finger.
He gasped at the nip of Will's teeth... More sighs and needy whines came as he melted under Will's handling.
"I want you to come for me," and it was growled in the room, whispering around almost the same as breeze that was ruffling their hair.
"Yes Will"
He came so hard he surprised himself. He shouted out Will's name as he emptied himself into Will's hand. He lay shaking and panting, shocked.
Will slid his fingers away from George and moaned softly, happily, flopping down beside George's prone body. "You're a good boy when you follow directions, gorgeous."
George's voice was gone. He stared at Will with big eyes. That had never happened before. He gasped for a bit more air and managed to whisper....
“Yes, Will... would you... would you fuck me? Please? Won't get much more relaxed than this? Will I?”
"No, I don't think that you will." Tracing his fingers over George's arse, Will tilted his head and watched his beautiful, trusting face with those wide, pretty eyes. "Are you sure?"
"Take what's yours..."
"Mine." And the word was firm, spoken with authority. "But do you want fucked ... or made love to?" and in Will's mind, as he kissed George's willing lips, that made all the difference.
He smiled beautifully. Only Will would ask that. "Show me the difference, darling Will..."
Will slowly moved George onto his side, one leg sprawled over the bed in front of him. "I will," and he propped George's head up on his arm so that he could pull him close as his other hand found the lube. It didn't take long before he'd covered his fingers, his cock, but it seemed like a silent eternity listening to George's breathing next to him. Then he was shifting and sliding inside, inch by tantalising inch with George's body curled close to him.
George panted as Will slid home. There was no real discomfort, only possession. He liked that feeling.
"All right?" Will asked, voice husky with want and body straining to push further, to make love to George, make him his.
"Yes..." he whispered. Will's skin was hot against him and he felt the warmth envelope him.
"Yes please..."
"Don't beg baby, just feel," Will breathed hotly against the nape of George's neck. His hips started a slow movement, not so much thrusting as sliding in and slowly out stretching every sensation until it melted into the next one.
George's breath came in gasps, matching the pace of Will's slow movements. He buried his face in the sheets and let the sensations wash over him. No roughness, no taking what was wanted, just the possession. He was glad he'd come already... or he'd never have been able to enjoy this...
Will let his mouth work over the nape of George's neck, tongue exploring. Sensations built but the knowledge that he was inside of George, making love to George, was the biggest turn on of it all. That George trusted him enough to let him have his way, bury himself inside of him. Will's orgasm was stirring and his moans, despite the gentle movement, were loud and insistent.
"Go on Will.. Go on.." George breathed.
And the soft urging was all it took. The orgasm almost crept up on him and at the end of it he swore that every inch of his skin was radiating with pleasure. He called out George's name and surely the people below the balcony would have heard. Fuck but it felt good to flop afterwards, hot and sweaty and sprawled with George.
A great creeping smile took over George's face as Will shouted out his name. Possession went both ways...
He reached back and stroked his Will's sweaty flank. "M shattered darlin... that was...was... I don't have the words..."
Will murmured something. It vaguely sounded like, "I don't have much of anything after that," but his tongue was busy with other things. Such as licking George's ear. His lips were busy too. In a smug smile. "Brilliant," he blew into his lovers ear.
George giggled and squirmed...
"Tickles..."
Will chuckled and then started to attack George's ear with teeth and tongue, blowing in it every now and again. "Does it?"
"Yes!"
He squirmed more but not away from Will's naughty tongue.
Will started to make his way down George's neck until finally, he bit and left a set of teeth marks just below the line a shirt would cover. Then he kissed, licked, soothed the slight wound. Marking his territory.
"OW! Ohhhh...."
He writhed under Will's little attack. His grip on Will's thigh grew hard.
"Fantabulose... as the actress said to the bishop... you could kill a lad, darlin Will, if he was lucky..."
"I love you," Will told him and kissed the teeth marks one more time before his body slid away from George's with a shiver. "Come and cuddle," Will motioned with one tired hand, flopping onto his back.
George whined in displeasure as Will moved away from him. He rolled onto his face and stretched. A few little pops and cracks sounded. He looked out adoringly from under his fringe on Will's long, sated body. He'd never felt this loved before; as if he were really the centre of someone's world. The words came to his lips almost before he'd realised he said them.
"I love you, Will... more than anyone..."
"You've no idea how precious you are." Will's tired blue eyes dragged over George's form, such an innocent sweet look that he couldn't resist reaching out to touch. To brush his fingers across his soft hair, to trail fingers over his lips and to trace his cheekbones as if burning the feeling of his skin under his fingertips. "You're one of this world's pure good, loving souls. I'm lucky to have you."
"Do leave off..." He dropped his eyes as he leaned into Will's touch. He kissed his fingers and crawled over to lay next to Will, burrowing his face in his neck.
"It's true. You just don't see what I see. I wish I could lend you my eyes for a day." Will tucked George's head under his chin, kissing his hair on the way and getting comfortable, arms curling around him.
"Wish I could lend you mine... see how wonderful you are."
He trailed his fingers over the scar on Will's hip. He liked how it felt and where it led.
Will moaned softly. Even spent as they were, George's fingers on him was always a pleasure. "I don't want to give you up," he murmured, half to himself. He couldn't see life without George in it now.
"Why do you think you'd ever have to?"
He lightly nuzzled Will's neck.
"Mmm, let's forget I said that and tell me what you're thinking about right now?" Wouldn't I love to get you on my couch ... all faintly ringing true. Fingers played down George's spine.
"Thinkin? Just how I wish it could always be like this, even though I know it can't." He gently rubbed his hand up and down Will's side. "I'm thinkin I wish I'd found you years ago..."
"You know what I'm thinking?" Will smiled into the space above him before tilting his head to see George's face. "I'm thinking that it could be like this years from now. That we could have a life together and cut out all the hurt. That we could be happy, content with each other."
"Really?" He tried desperately to hide the hope in his voice. It was almost as if Will was reading his mind. He couldn't really imagine that someone like Will could want the same things as him. But he was starting to hope.
"Of course." Will kissed his forehead and decided to risk finally telling him what he'd been thinking about for the last few days. "House, just the two of us, holidays every year. Being happy. Being there for each other. Just being in love."
"You'd do that?" Disbelief was apparent, "For me?"
George's stomach clenched. These were practically his own thoughts, echoed back at him. And he believed Will.
Believed he meant it but couldn't believe that he was lucky enough for it to actually happen.
Will understood George's reluctance to let himself go to what was, invariably, a dream he'd never been able to touch. Always something just out of reach for him. But a hope, a glimpse into the future, shined in George's eyes and Will had a feeling that he would be able to, in time, help him through what had happened in his past. "I'd do that. For us."
"...us... " His eyes welled. "I never let myself think about an 'us'... not since Allison passed. Didn't think I'd find another person interested in a 'us'. Jack sure wasn't, but then I met Lois. But Lois and I need the same thing, I think. Then there was you... "
He sighed and kissed Will's throat. "You've given me new life Will... And I just don't know what to do..."
Will traced his fingers gently over George's temples, then his forehead, brushing down to his eyelashes. Still memorising but more than that, trying to smooth away the lines of hurt that had been on George's face for so long now. "I told you, I love you. Adore you. Even down to your endless flirting," he let himself smile, dazzling in it's own right, "You don't have to do anything. I'm just here for you, part of us. And that in itself will be perfect."
One little tear eeked its way out.
"I believe you." And he prayed that it wouldn't kill him in the end. "I'll do anything for ya Will... to show you I love you. I'll even try to stop the flirting..."
"Don't you dare stop the flirting. It's part of what makes you who you are and I love who you are." Even the uncertainly and the fact that George had a long way to go before he was confident enough to move on. He loved it. "You don't have to do anything, baby. Just be you." He brushed that tear away with his finger and smeared the salty moisture onto George's lip, leaning in to kiss it away.
George returned the kiss with extra. He wanted to show Will what he had a terrible time saying.
And everything George wanted to say he managed to covey with those smatterings of near innocent touches and glances from the corner of his eyes. "We're definitely staying in all day. I want to touch you. I'm not letting you go."
George chuckled filthily.
"Well you'll have to, my darlin... the loo is beckoning."
He ran his hand possessively over Will's scar. He slid down and kissed it as he shakily got up from the bed and made his unsteady way into the toilet.
Will couldn't even bring himself to pout as he watched George's retreating back. Well, his ass actually. "So have you thought what we're going to buy everyone while we're here?" he called out, sitting up and checking for wet spots on the bed.
George emerged a few minutes later, and made his unsteady way back. He brought Will a warm damp towel and a warm dry one.
"They got a thing in there what heat's the towels up!"
Will chucked. "You're like a kid at Christmas. It's ... endearing." It didn't take long to clean up and before he dried himself off with the dry one, he buried his face in it to feel the heat. "Maybe we should buy them a towel heater?" he asked cheekily, bringing his last question up again.
"Presents... Who's all on the list then?"
He crawled back into the bed and wrapped himself around Will.
Will thought about that for a second, draping the towel over George's face with a giggle of his own. His arm curled round George's shoulders. "Josh. Charlie. Abby. Kurt. Logan. That's my list. Who's to be added?"
The towel felt nice and smelled of Will. He left it.
"Bodie, Turkish, Doyle, and ... I'd really like to send Lois something..." came the muffled reply.
Will snickered and tugged the towel down so it was on George's chest instead. "All right ... I might get Molly something too. She could do with a treat." He pondered that for a while. "Not getting Jack anything?" fishing to see if the omission was deliberate.
George chewed on his lip.
"He doesn't talk to me off-duty any more, Will. I can't even get him alone long enough to talk to him on-duty..."
Will frowned. He hadn't been told about that bit. "That must hurt," he said softly, taking one of his hands. "When did this start?"
"A bit after I went to stay with Kurt. He knows Lois is out of the frame but he hasn't said anything since. I'm waiting for him to do something. I know he will do, but I'm worried over the when and the what."
"Does he have any idea about me? About us?" But Will's voice was that comforting neutral that he used when he talked to distraught parents or cases he worked on. So that he didn't push George.
"He might do, but I've not been able to say anything about it. He won't sit still long enough to listen. It's not as if I haven't tried to tell him..."
"You ever think that maybe he's afraid of what you might be telling him?" Will asked him softly. "That maybe he's just as afraid deep down of losing you as you used to be of losing him?"
George's guilt was apparent on his face. "Yes. And it's held me to him for a lot of years now. But what can I do? Every time he bats his eyes at me I crumble... Although..." he snickered a bit, "Don't think it'd be as easy for him now."
He leered at Will.
Will playfully rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah." He smiled though, through everything. "Just remember. It doesn't matter what happens, I'm not going anywhere, all right?
"I hope not... I'd be lost."
He closed his eyes and jut let himself feel Will next to him. He wanted to drink it all in so he'd have it in his head forever.
"You know that my Jack, Crawford, almost took my head of off my shoulders for bringing you here," but it was said with a smug smile. Will had told him the lot. The roof had come off.
George's eyes flashed open.
"Oh dear! I don't want to make trouble for you... I'm awful sorry.."
He scrambled up to his knees.
"He didn't belt you or anything?!?!.. I'll kill him.."
Will's eyes widened. "He didn't touch me, relax." Taking George's hands, Will sat up to put his back to the pillows. "You didn't make any trouble for me. I promise you that you didn't. Besides, it's my life. Jack can fuck off ..." but his face split in a happy smile. "I'm not the only possessive one in this relationship, am I?"
George turned pink and pouted.
"No... you bloody well aren't."
"Come here, gorgeous," Will wrapped his arms around him and kissed that pout away, rolling onto the bed.
George let himself melt into Will's arms and have his pout kissed away. His stomach was going all funny and he wished he had better recuperative powers... But that just made him giggle. He ran his hands up and down Will's nice shoulders, then down his long back.
"I like how you feel Will. You fit in my hands real nice."
"I like your hands," Will said, almost managing not to giggle along with him, "They make me tingle." He nuzzled into George's neck until he stilled and kissed the bite mark, feeling somewhere that it meant more than just a bite.
"Ooo you nipped me a good one there, didn't ya." he sighed.
"Mmm, I did. Teeth marks." Will covered it with his hand, effectively hiding it. "Does it bother you?"
"Nah... " there was merriment in his voice, "Shows who's I am don't it?"
"All mine?" Will asked, lifting the hand away and licking the mark again.
"All yours..."
He moaned a bit as Will's lips tickled his skin.
"So ... what're you going to get Bodie, this wonderful and terrible dangerous CI5 man I keep hearing about?" Will flopped back onto the bed and yawned.
"Well if we was in Amsterdam, I'd have said a whip... You know to keep Charlie in line... " he cackled. "But dunno... maybe some nice wine for him and Charlie to share..."
"From what Charlie tells me it's more the other way around?" Will couldn't help that innocent little fishing, without realising he was doing it. "And I've seen Charlie's whip. I'd be worried if I was Bodie but yeah, wine sounds nice."
"Eh? Was a joke... Oh dear, Charlie said something about that... I thought he was having me on... He's not then... " George's eyes popped in fear... "But that hurts..." He shivered... "Yeah a nice bottle of wine. Also be a good choice for Doyle and Turkish, yeah?"
"Yeah, I imagine whips would hurt," Will screwed his face up in a pained gesture and then nodded, almost laughing. "Charlie likes the pain but I think it's more the ... well a whip is generally considered kinky. I think that's what he likes." Actually he knew, because he'd worked it out ages ago. "Yeah that'll work. What about Kurt?"
"Charlie likes the thought of tellin everyone he's kinky, yeah? And you'd think with my score on the quiz I'd be right there with him... I don't see how a little spanking gets you a score like that..."Thinks for a second "A reminder of the Circus maybe? Dunno. I'll bet I know it when I see it...."
"Charlie's just flirty by nature I think, but not in the same way as you." Will reached out and brushed a finger over one of George's nipples. "He likes the adrenaline and the danger and he likes living on the edge ... even if that means disregarding personal safety." Will kept his fingers playing with George while he mused, "Yeah, that works. What about ... Abby?"
George squirmed under the assault, making happy noises in his throat.
"Definitely perfume. Birds like French perfume!"
"Since when was Abby just a 'bird'?" Will asked, teasing both George and his other nipple.
"She's not 'just a bird' but she is a woman. And they like nice things. And she doesn't get enough nice things, in my opinion."
He wiggled a bit, ""ere you trying to get me goin again?"
"Me?" Will asked innocently, still playing happily. "All right, who's left. Josh and Logan." He pondered that for a bit.
"Maybe some Paris SG kit for Josh? Don't know much about kids. What does he like? And some good cigars for Logan. So's he can smell the difference... and have some bloody mercy on the rest of us." He sighed under Will's playing, "Good Lord you are... giz a chance to recover... I got nothing left... cor but that feels good."
Will slithered across the bed and pulled George to lay in his lap so that he could lick at his nipple, laving it with his tongue. "Recover, don't know what you're talking about," fingers played with the nipple that his teeth weren't worrying. "And maybe," he mumbled between laps of his tongue and brushes of his teeth, "We'll see, he's sometimes hard to buy for ..."
"I'm thinkin we don't get out of here at all."
He started purring like a cat
Will started to suck his nipple, silently agreeing with him. His over hand started to trail down his leg.
George chuckled and massaged Will's neck. The spirit was more than willing but the flesh was just laughing at his spirit's greed.
Will started to laugh and rolled back, curling his long body around George's. "Morning sex," because it was starting to get red outside. Red sunset.
"I might have something in me by then... " His look was angelic.
He looked out into the darkening sky and enjoyed the colours. "This is beautiful, Will. I'm awful happy you brought me here."
"I'm happy you said yes, gave me the chance to show you how it could be. How it will be between us," Will told him, whispering in George's ear as he closed his eyes and held close.
He couldn't say anything else. He just squeezed Wills hand and lay with him.
Filtering quiet settled around them and as the light dimmed, giving a way to a dark purple before the midnight blue had it's way, Will kissed his ear. "Love you, George."
"I love you Will... I mean it... "
"I know you do," Will hooked the covers, bunched at the bottom of the bed, with his toe and pulled them up to drape over their bodies, pressed close. "Morning sex," he murmured as he closed his eyes with a tiny smile.
George snuggled in close. He'd be up and hungry in a few hours but right now a nice nap was just what the doctor ordered. He closed his eyes and listened to Will's soft breathing.