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Title: Exultant
Pairing: Will/Skandar
Rating: PG
Author's note: I've edited this so much, I don't even have an opinion anymore. I hope it's alright. (No sexage, but there will be some very soon!)
Will turned off the music and lamp in the hotel room before saying “G’night, Skan.” Skandar wished the same to Will.
In the darkness, Skandar could hear Will getting into a comfortable position in his bed, his skin (Will slept only in boxers) rubbing against the crisp cotton sheets. Will was snuggling for warmth while Skandar felt nothing but coldness. Indeed, without the relief of Will’s frequent shoulder claps and arm and knee pats, Skandar was cold for lack of the heat he felt during these brief moments of contact with Will. Maybe the warmth was Will’s actual body heat, or perhaps it was the result of Skandar’s pulse quickening at Will’s touch. Skandar yearned for this warmth.
Skandar longed to touch Will, to run his hands over Will’s warm, light caramel-coloured skin- to entwine himself in the golden bliss of Will, but was too cowardly to do it. He had feared that Will could sense his longing, but now took comfort in knowing that Will wouldn’t retreat or evanesce from the life of his best friend simply because of a little unreciprocated same-sex love. Yes, Skandar knew that his feelings for Will were not returned, and he had come to accept this as a fact. You can’t argue facts, but you can live with them, coexist even. And that is what Skandar did. Indeed, as long as Will was in his life Skandar would be content, and to be content was enough.
But what happens in stories to such a person who does only what is easy? The opportunity leaves them, and they must forever live in regret. Here was the justification and the fount from which Skandar drew his courage to do that which he had eluded for a painfully long time.
Skandar left the thoughts he had been afraid to think in favour of actions; he slid out of bed and covered the distance between his and Will’s beds in the hotel room. He was clad only in a pair of thin cotton boxers and his feet quietly padded across the carpet. He slipped into Will’s bed until they were touching, facing each other, the lengths of their nearly bare bodies mirrored in contact. Will had been sleeping peacefully, like an infant, but he was now awake. There was something relaxed about Will, Skandar could sense no rejection, no revulsion. Will was even possibly a bit welcoming, Skandar thought. Nevertheless, Will parted his lips to speak- not to order Skandar out of his bed, just to ask why he was there. Skandar quickly pressed his forefinger to Will’s lips and met no objection in doing so. Skandar didn’t realize that Will understood; it was the closeness that Skandar wanted, and he even sighed a bit, relaxing his thin form into Skandar’s. Skandar ran his hand through Will’s luxurious hair, could feel his own hard nipples brush against Will’s velvety ones, which he knew were the colour of milky chocolate.
Skandar was exultant. He was happy to be so intimately in contact with Will, happy that Will allowed it. Will was indulging him, he thought.
Then, unexpectedly, Will wrapped his muscular arm around Skandar’s bony shoulders and rubbed- caressed- his back with his large, yet gentle hand. Skandar shuddered, he hadn’t expected Will to be so inviting, and he pressed his body closer. It didn’t escape Skandar’s notice- his sense of Will’s presence was sharp, like a razor- that Will’s hardness was pressing against his own, both erections straining in their cloth concealment.
It’s just the hormones, Skandar thought, Just a biological reaction, nothing more.
But when Will pressed his voluptuous rose petal lips to Skandar’s and spoke with his honey-entwined voice three little words to the pale-skinned, slight framed boy in his arms, Skandar thought perhaps his feelings were reciprocated after all.
There was nothing else to do at the moment but for Will to hold the boy closer and for Skandar to nuzzle deeper into the warmth of Will and savor the beauty.