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Title: All Along I Knew That We Would Sputter Out
Chapter #/Title: Five - Well How Do I Know, If I Should Stay Or Just Go?
Rating: Overall NC-17; this chapter PG-13
Pairing: Gabe Saporta / William Beckett
Author: Me, mondayeyess
Summary: Gabriel Saporta was one of the popular bunch in school. He had everything; money, a face that looked like it was carved by angels - and straight A grades to boot. Everyone was envious of him for what he had and for the fact that there was nothing he didn’t have, and nothing he couldn’t have - but everyone loved him; even if he did seem heartless. And then there was William Beckett. He was a musician, and he was younger, quieter. His grades were pretty similar, being that he was a grade A student. William was considered pretty weird in high school, and didn’t have many friends. It was up to people like Gabe Saporta to make lives like William’s complete and utter hell. Only Gabe wouldn’t. William seemed to be the only kid he wouldn’t constantly rag on. William Beckett was sure he was close to uncovering Gabe’s biggest secret: he did have a heart.
Warning: This chapter: kissing, swears. For the rest, I’ll warn accordingly chapter by chapter.
Disclaimer: AU, high school fic. I don’t own William and Gabe, they blatantly own each other. No, sadly I’m joking, they own themselves and so does everyone else I may mention. The title belongs to The Academy Is… from the wonderful song Sputter. The chapter title belongs to You Me At Six from the song Stay With Me.
A/N: I had a dream, and this was born; pow pow.
Five - Well How Do I Know, If I Should Stay Or Just Go?
William’s phone rang again the next morning as he dragged his exhausted body from the bed. Before answering it, he inspected his face in the mirror. There was a crimson streak across his jaw. “Fuck,” he mumbled, answering the call without thinking, “Hello?”
“William it’s me, Gabe,” Gabe’s voice was hoarse - almost like he hadn’t slept at all either.
“Oh, for fuck sake,” William spat, “Fuck off, Gabe,” and he hung up, throwing his phone down on the bed and going to get dressed. He didn’t see the point in showering because he already had the evening before. He recalled sitting down and thinking and weeping.
The bruises on his back were fading; but the one on his jaw was fresh. He had no idea how he was going to explain it to his mother. He had no clue what could happen if he told her the truth.
William dressed in black jeans and a red shirt. He put on his boots and a leather jacket before picking up his phone to put it in his messenger bag. He suddenly realised he had a text.
Don’t go to school today,
Meet me at Milano’s in twenty minutes.
Gabe xo
“What the...” William’s voice trailed off and he text back, speaking aloud as he tapped the keys, “I can’t. My mom will kill me if she finds out…” He hit send and Gabe text back within moments.
I heard everything, Will.
You need some time.
Fuck. School. xo
William’s heart leapt into his throat. He knew he couldn’t just hide from Gabe because he had heard. William sighed, mumbling to himself before texting Gabe the same thing, “Fine. I give in.”
He left his guitar in his room and slipped out of the door without seeing his mother or step-father at all. He knew that would just complicate things because he always took his guitar to school. If it wasn’t on his person, they would immediately get suspicious.
William took the bus to the centre of the town and got off at the closest stop to the little café Gabe was meeting him at. He was already there, sitting at a two person table with a mug of black coffee and a cup of something else. William approached. “What did you want?”
His voice was dry. He didn’t want to be there - he didn’t want to be anywhere. He just wanted to be. Nowhere. Or in his bed at home where he could slowly comfort himself and try and fix his broken heart. Perhaps that was too strong a way to put it - maybe mend his broken bones? His broken mind - broken trust? Not that he ever really trusted his step-father.
But he did trust him far enough to think that he was never going to throw him across the room; trust him far enough to know that he wouldn’t take the opportunity to leave rose bruises on his face every time William’s mother left the house or was out of ear shot. William was wrong to trust him for anything at all, in the long run.
He rose a hand to his face to cover his jaw as Gabe looked up. For a second he didn’t notice, but as William slowly removed his hand, Gabe’s own hand moved upwards and he covered his mouth, “Oh my God. William…”
“I-it’s not that b-bad,” William’s stutter was getting worse with every word he spoke, “I-it doesn’t h-hurt that bad…” He was lying, of course - and Gabe could see right through his façade. He didn’t want to - he wanted to believe that William was alright, that it really didn’t hurt and that he could handle himself; but it stung so bad to see those marks on him - to know his heart hurt so bad.
“Will…” William sat down at the table as Gabe trailed off. “I got that for you. A warm drink always calms me down. I don’t know why… But it always makes me feel better about things. Maybe it could work for you?”
William bit down hard on his lip - he didn’t realise how hard until he tasted the coppery blood flood his mouth, “I don’t think it will, Gabe… I just… I don’t think it will.” He stopped talking then, because he knew that his throat was closing and that he was going to break down if he didn’t shut up. He took a huge gulp of the hot chocolate Gabe had got him, and the feeling in his throat went away momentarily at the touch of the lukewarm drink.
Gabe reached over the table and put a hand on top of William’s, squeezing hard. And had it been any other time, any other situation, William would have looked around at everyone else in the café to see if they were looking, he would have pulled back and give Gabe a death glare like what the hell are you doing? But he didn’t, because he was hurting so bad on the inside - and Gabe’s hand on his was so comforting. It was so comforting in fact that he could feel the tears swelling.
Gabe was reacting to what had happened by touching William’s hand to let him know that everything was okay - and in light of this, William realised that everything that had happened was in fact real; and this scared the living hell out of him. He stood up and fast walked to the mens’ room before he cried, or threw up or broke down or something.
While he was in there, he looked in the mirror, splashed water on his face - and as he turned to leave, Gabe blocked the door. “William,” he whispered, stepping closer, “You have to accept this. We have to tell someone…” Come on, sweetie. Gabe didn’t say this aloud as he was afraid of freaking the younger boy out.
As the tears escaped shackles and careered down William’s face, Gabe noticed that there was nobody in the bathroom, so he wrapped his arms around the younger boy and let him cry on his shoulder, “Gabe, he hurt me so bad,” William wept, suddenly letting his sorrows leak out, “And he damaged my guitar…” He felt silly saying it, because it sounded so insignificant being said below cries of my step-father is abusing me, help me, I don’t know what to do!
Gabe stroked William’s hair softly and William’s crying slowly stopped, “I know,” he whispered in William’s ear, “I know he hurt you, but you have to tell someone or he’s just going to do it again and again until there’s nothing left to hurt. I don’t want you to be cold, William. I don’t want you to be numb. I want you to heal.”
This made William cry harder. “Why a-are you doing th-this? Y-you don’t even know me.”
“I know, mi amor,” Gabe had never spoken to him in Spanish before - but he couldn’t help it, it was habitual, “But you’ve been hurt. I don’t like to see people get hurt…” He realised how bogus this sounded only after he said it.
William laughed lightly through his tears, “S-seriously?” He stepped back slightly, only half-way out of Gabe’s arms, “At school anyone would beg to differ…” Gabe knew what he meant, he meant the slew of people he would make fun of every day. But that was only because of his friends, because of the people he hung out with. It was a habit - like accidentally speaking Spanish.
Gabe touched William’s face, hooking a strand of hair behind his ear and pulling him closer once more, “Let me rephrase that: I don’t want to see you get hurt…” He looked down then, a little embarrassed at what he had just divulged.
“Why?” William’s voice was curious, the ghost of tears almost gone, “What makes me so special?”
“I don’t know,” Gabe said quietly, “I don’t know, William. You just are. You’re just special…”
William was looking at Gabe when he once again raised his head, “Really?” He seemed so unsure, so intrigued. Gabe just stared at him - once again enamoured by his beautiful mouth, “You think I’m special?” Gabe didn’t answer again. He glanced at the floor, then glanced back, and William was closer than before, “Kiss me.”
Gabe stammered, “What?”
“I don’t know why, Gabe - but you make me feel better,” William said softly, putting a hand on Gabe’s shoulders, “I hurt all over, Gabe… Please… I wouldn’t ask you if I thought you didn’t want to anyway. Please make me feel better… Please kiss me.”
Gabe’s breathing picked up and he leaned forwards, kissing the younger boy softly. William’s lips slowly parted, almost hesitant, and Gabe’s tongue gently pushed his mouth open. William tilted his head to the side and suddenly, Gabe had him pressed up against the side of the cubicle; and soft and exploratory turned to hungry and adventurous. William was breathing in delighted, shallow gasps as Gabe pulled back, “Do you feel better?” His breath was short and ragged too.
“Not yet,” William put a hand on the back of Gabe’s neck and pulled him forward once more.
Chapter #/Title: Five - Well How Do I Know, If I Should Stay Or Just Go?
Rating: Overall NC-17; this chapter PG-13
Pairing: Gabe Saporta / William Beckett
Author: Me, mondayeyess
Summary: Gabriel Saporta was one of the popular bunch in school. He had everything; money, a face that looked like it was carved by angels - and straight A grades to boot. Everyone was envious of him for what he had and for the fact that there was nothing he didn’t have, and nothing he couldn’t have - but everyone loved him; even if he did seem heartless. And then there was William Beckett. He was a musician, and he was younger, quieter. His grades were pretty similar, being that he was a grade A student. William was considered pretty weird in high school, and didn’t have many friends. It was up to people like Gabe Saporta to make lives like William’s complete and utter hell. Only Gabe wouldn’t. William seemed to be the only kid he wouldn’t constantly rag on. William Beckett was sure he was close to uncovering Gabe’s biggest secret: he did have a heart.
Warning: This chapter: kissing, swears. For the rest, I’ll warn accordingly chapter by chapter.
Disclaimer: AU, high school fic. I don’t own William and Gabe, they blatantly own each other. No, sadly I’m joking, they own themselves and so does everyone else I may mention. The title belongs to The Academy Is… from the wonderful song Sputter. The chapter title belongs to You Me At Six from the song Stay With Me.
A/N: I had a dream, and this was born; pow pow.
Five - Well How Do I Know, If I Should Stay Or Just Go?
William’s phone rang again the next morning as he dragged his exhausted body from the bed. Before answering it, he inspected his face in the mirror. There was a crimson streak across his jaw. “Fuck,” he mumbled, answering the call without thinking, “Hello?”
“William it’s me, Gabe,” Gabe’s voice was hoarse - almost like he hadn’t slept at all either.
“Oh, for fuck sake,” William spat, “Fuck off, Gabe,” and he hung up, throwing his phone down on the bed and going to get dressed. He didn’t see the point in showering because he already had the evening before. He recalled sitting down and thinking and weeping.
The bruises on his back were fading; but the one on his jaw was fresh. He had no idea how he was going to explain it to his mother. He had no clue what could happen if he told her the truth.
William dressed in black jeans and a red shirt. He put on his boots and a leather jacket before picking up his phone to put it in his messenger bag. He suddenly realised he had a text.
Don’t go to school today,
Meet me at Milano’s in twenty minutes.
Gabe xo
“What the...” William’s voice trailed off and he text back, speaking aloud as he tapped the keys, “I can’t. My mom will kill me if she finds out…” He hit send and Gabe text back within moments.
I heard everything, Will.
You need some time.
Fuck. School. xo
William’s heart leapt into his throat. He knew he couldn’t just hide from Gabe because he had heard. William sighed, mumbling to himself before texting Gabe the same thing, “Fine. I give in.”
He left his guitar in his room and slipped out of the door without seeing his mother or step-father at all. He knew that would just complicate things because he always took his guitar to school. If it wasn’t on his person, they would immediately get suspicious.
William took the bus to the centre of the town and got off at the closest stop to the little café Gabe was meeting him at. He was already there, sitting at a two person table with a mug of black coffee and a cup of something else. William approached. “What did you want?”
His voice was dry. He didn’t want to be there - he didn’t want to be anywhere. He just wanted to be. Nowhere. Or in his bed at home where he could slowly comfort himself and try and fix his broken heart. Perhaps that was too strong a way to put it - maybe mend his broken bones? His broken mind - broken trust? Not that he ever really trusted his step-father.
But he did trust him far enough to think that he was never going to throw him across the room; trust him far enough to know that he wouldn’t take the opportunity to leave rose bruises on his face every time William’s mother left the house or was out of ear shot. William was wrong to trust him for anything at all, in the long run.
He rose a hand to his face to cover his jaw as Gabe looked up. For a second he didn’t notice, but as William slowly removed his hand, Gabe’s own hand moved upwards and he covered his mouth, “Oh my God. William…”
“I-it’s not that b-bad,” William’s stutter was getting worse with every word he spoke, “I-it doesn’t h-hurt that bad…” He was lying, of course - and Gabe could see right through his façade. He didn’t want to - he wanted to believe that William was alright, that it really didn’t hurt and that he could handle himself; but it stung so bad to see those marks on him - to know his heart hurt so bad.
“Will…” William sat down at the table as Gabe trailed off. “I got that for you. A warm drink always calms me down. I don’t know why… But it always makes me feel better about things. Maybe it could work for you?”
William bit down hard on his lip - he didn’t realise how hard until he tasted the coppery blood flood his mouth, “I don’t think it will, Gabe… I just… I don’t think it will.” He stopped talking then, because he knew that his throat was closing and that he was going to break down if he didn’t shut up. He took a huge gulp of the hot chocolate Gabe had got him, and the feeling in his throat went away momentarily at the touch of the lukewarm drink.
Gabe reached over the table and put a hand on top of William’s, squeezing hard. And had it been any other time, any other situation, William would have looked around at everyone else in the café to see if they were looking, he would have pulled back and give Gabe a death glare like what the hell are you doing? But he didn’t, because he was hurting so bad on the inside - and Gabe’s hand on his was so comforting. It was so comforting in fact that he could feel the tears swelling.
Gabe was reacting to what had happened by touching William’s hand to let him know that everything was okay - and in light of this, William realised that everything that had happened was in fact real; and this scared the living hell out of him. He stood up and fast walked to the mens’ room before he cried, or threw up or broke down or something.
While he was in there, he looked in the mirror, splashed water on his face - and as he turned to leave, Gabe blocked the door. “William,” he whispered, stepping closer, “You have to accept this. We have to tell someone…” Come on, sweetie. Gabe didn’t say this aloud as he was afraid of freaking the younger boy out.
As the tears escaped shackles and careered down William’s face, Gabe noticed that there was nobody in the bathroom, so he wrapped his arms around the younger boy and let him cry on his shoulder, “Gabe, he hurt me so bad,” William wept, suddenly letting his sorrows leak out, “And he damaged my guitar…” He felt silly saying it, because it sounded so insignificant being said below cries of my step-father is abusing me, help me, I don’t know what to do!
Gabe stroked William’s hair softly and William’s crying slowly stopped, “I know,” he whispered in William’s ear, “I know he hurt you, but you have to tell someone or he’s just going to do it again and again until there’s nothing left to hurt. I don’t want you to be cold, William. I don’t want you to be numb. I want you to heal.”
This made William cry harder. “Why a-are you doing th-this? Y-you don’t even know me.”
“I know, mi amor,” Gabe had never spoken to him in Spanish before - but he couldn’t help it, it was habitual, “But you’ve been hurt. I don’t like to see people get hurt…” He realised how bogus this sounded only after he said it.
William laughed lightly through his tears, “S-seriously?” He stepped back slightly, only half-way out of Gabe’s arms, “At school anyone would beg to differ…” Gabe knew what he meant, he meant the slew of people he would make fun of every day. But that was only because of his friends, because of the people he hung out with. It was a habit - like accidentally speaking Spanish.
Gabe touched William’s face, hooking a strand of hair behind his ear and pulling him closer once more, “Let me rephrase that: I don’t want to see you get hurt…” He looked down then, a little embarrassed at what he had just divulged.
“Why?” William’s voice was curious, the ghost of tears almost gone, “What makes me so special?”
“I don’t know,” Gabe said quietly, “I don’t know, William. You just are. You’re just special…”
William was looking at Gabe when he once again raised his head, “Really?” He seemed so unsure, so intrigued. Gabe just stared at him - once again enamoured by his beautiful mouth, “You think I’m special?” Gabe didn’t answer again. He glanced at the floor, then glanced back, and William was closer than before, “Kiss me.”
Gabe stammered, “What?”
“I don’t know why, Gabe - but you make me feel better,” William said softly, putting a hand on Gabe’s shoulders, “I hurt all over, Gabe… Please… I wouldn’t ask you if I thought you didn’t want to anyway. Please make me feel better… Please kiss me.”
Gabe’s breathing picked up and he leaned forwards, kissing the younger boy softly. William’s lips slowly parted, almost hesitant, and Gabe’s tongue gently pushed his mouth open. William tilted his head to the side and suddenly, Gabe had him pressed up against the side of the cubicle; and soft and exploratory turned to hungry and adventurous. William was breathing in delighted, shallow gasps as Gabe pulled back, “Do you feel better?” His breath was short and ragged too.
“Not yet,” William put a hand on the back of Gabe’s neck and pulled him forward once more.