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Part 24 – The competition and the winners
An
hour later, Will, Don and Charlie were sitting with their drinks in the
solarium. The open windows let in the pleasant night air and for the
moment, there was a pause in the conversation.
Will
had insisted on doing the dishes, which made Alan pretend to faint in
astonishment. Now his father was off with studying some blueprints and
Will was sitting on the couch next to Don, their legs lightly touching.
The
evening had gone okay, maybe even well. His father certainly liked Will,
even if he was a Fed. They’d found plenty of common ground. While
Don had scooped out some ice cream, Will and his father had talked with great
animation about the movements and behavior of urban populations, which Don
guessed interested both city planners and Sociologists. Then, of course,
there were the requisite embarrassing stories that parents - and brothers - had
to tell all of their kid’s dates.
All
through dinner, Charlie had watched Will with undisguised fascination, probably
wondering who this man was who would settle for his brother. Don took a
long pull from his beer.
Will
stood up casually. “Come here, Charlie,” he said. “Got something to prove to your big brother.”
Grinning,
Charlie set down his glass and stood up. “What?”
Two
steps and Will pulled Charlie against him, tilted up his chin, and kissed him
deeply.
Don
found himself standing, fists clenched. He couldn’t move further, he was
riveted to the spot with horror and anger.
After
a shocked hesitation, Charlie returned Will’s kiss, with interest. Will’s
mouth devoured Charlie, and Charlie melted. A long agonizing
moment then Will released Charlie. Charlie stumbled back, his eyes wide
and his hand on his mouth.
“Nice,”
Will commented. “He is sweet, but—“
Don
swung a punch and Will caught his wrist, jerked Don forward against him,
imprisoning Don in arms that were suddenly made of steel.
“There,
aein,” Will said roughly. “I’ve tried
your baby brother and I still much prefer you.”
“You
are a bastard,” Don growled.
“Yes,
you’re just figuring that out?” Will said. Where had Don heard that
exchange before? Oh right, after he had first kissed Will, but they’d
been on opposite sides of the conversation.
Will
looked over Don’s shoulder to Charlie. “I apologize, but your brother
wasn’t going to believe me unless I actually sampled the competition.”
“Competition?” Charlie asked faintly.
Don
struggled in Will’s arms and Will let him go.
Don threw himself on the couch and reached for his beer with a trembling
hand.
Will
sat down in the chair across from Don. His words were addressed to
Charlie but his eyes were on Don. “Don here seems to think you’re a
boyfriend snatcher.”
“But
I would never …” Charlie protested.
“Colby,”
Don snapped. “And David.”
Don
looked up to see bewilderment on Charlie’s face. “I … I didn’t know, I
didn’t mean to …” Charlie stammered, taking a
step back. “We just … and I … then he told me … and I realized …”
Seeing
the confusion and alarm in those big brown eyes, Don relented with a
sigh. He’d never been able to stay angry at Charlie for long, even
when Charlie deserved it. “I know, I just …” He
waved his hand to indicated the whole messy topic.
“He’s
just an idiot,” Will said succinctly.
“Okay,
yeah,” Charlie said, but he was still looking at Don with wide, unhappy eyes.
“But
Colby’s loss is my gain,” Will added cheerfully. But Don, who was getting
to know Will very well, could hear strain in his voice.
Why
would he … Oh. While Don had feared Charlie taking Will away, Will
was just as afraid of Colby taking Don away.
Don
stood up and said to Charlie, “Go somewhere else for a few minutes, okay?”
Charlie
looked back and forth between them, probably deciding if he needed to
mediate. He nodded jerkily and withdrew.
Don
crouched in front of the chair where Will sat and took Will’s hands in
his. Will didn’t look at him. “Colby is gone, past.” Don said softly.
“He’s just my co-worker and friend and brother’s boyfriend, nothing more.”
“But
you wanted him to be more.” Will said, his voice
flat. “You said that if you hadn’t messed it up, you’d be with him.
How am I supposed to feel about that?”
Don
bit his lip, realizing that had indeed said that, and he had never told Will
otherwise. “Colby’s great,” Don said, “but falling in love with Colby was
like getting shot with a pellet gun and falling in love with you was like
getting nailed with RPG. No real comparison.”
Will’s lips quirked. “Interesting
analogy.”
“I
believe,” Don said, putting every ounce of conviction that he had into his
voice, “that even if I had done everything right with Colby, that you and I
would still have ended up together somehow.”
Will
gripped Don’s hands and finally met his eyes.
“I
believe that, I have to believe that,” Don continued, “It wouldn’t be fair if
the greatest love of my life passed me by because I did something right.”
“Life’s
not fair,” Will said.
“No,
it’s not,” Don agreed. “So let’s just consider it a miracle that we found
each other and not worry about it.”
Will
shook himself, like he was shaking off old fears, and smiled at Don.
“You’re still an idiot.”
“You’re
still a bastard,” Don responded, standing up and pulling Will to his
feet. “And if you ever kiss my brother again, I’ll shoot you.”
Will
wrapped his arms around Don and pulled him close. “I get the feeling that
I’m gonna have to deal with that anyway when I first meet Colby, assuming
Charlie tells him.”
Don
locked his hands behind Will’s back. “Oh, he’ll tell him, thinking it was
strange or funny. He never realizes consequences.”
“Yeah,
well,” Will leaned closer, his eyes dancing. “Even if
Colby does shoot me, it was almost worth it to see the look on your face.”
“Bastard,”
Don growled, but there was little heat behind it. Will had been right –
he wouldn’t have believed just Will’s word that he wasn’t interested in
Charlie. Don was too used to all good things going to the genius in the
family. Well, Will was one of the best things that had ever happened to
him and he wasn’t going anywhere.
Will
kissed him then, in the sweet hot way that only Will
could. Don returned his kiss, knowing at last, down to his bones, that
Will was his and only his.
“You
know, aein,” Don said after a while. “My bedroom from when I was a kid
is still upstairs, mostly the same.”
“Want
me to see what the teenage Don was like?”
“That
too,” Don said, his voice husky, “but mostly I want to fuck you in my old bed,
where I jerked off so many times, thinking of hot, wet mouths and warm, willing
bodies.”
“With your dad and brother home and awake?”
“Yeah.”
“Oooh,”
Will said. “Kinky. I like it.”
“If
I ever suggest a kink that you don’t like the sound of,” Don laughed. “I
may faint.”
“You
have no idea how weird things can get,” Will grinned, then his face grew
serious. “Or how bad they can get. But as
long as we’re together, there is nothing we can’t handle.”
“Nothing
in this horrid, evil world,” Don agreed, safe and secure in the circle of
Will’s arms.
“A
world that has you in it can’t be all bad,” Will said
tenderly.
“Or
you, my love,” Don murmured, his mouth inches from Will’s.
“My
ugly monkey,” Will murmured back.
Breaking
into a laugh, Don pulled back slightly. Will pouted that his endearment
had been laughed at, but could only hold his expression for a second then
grinned.
“One
of these days I’m going to have to find a Korean dictionary—“
Don started
“I
have a couple.”
Don
rolled his eyes. “I know you have a couple, but I need one that has
English and phonetics, not those characters.”
“Picky, picky.”
“And
I’m gonna look up what aein actually means.”
“Not
gonna just take my word for it?”
“Will,”
Don said wryly, “I’m getting to know you too well. You’d think it was
hilarious for us to be calling each other something that meant both
‘beloved’ and ‘ugly monkey.’”
Will put his head to one side thoughtfully. “Oh, that would
be good.”
“See
why I can’t trust you?” Don said triumphantly.
Will
smiled and kissed him on his nose. “Now we better go find your brother
and convince him that we’re okay.”
Don’s
eyes lit up. “Then we’re gonna ditch him, go to my room, and I’m going to
fuck you like a horny teenager.”
“As opposed to the usual horny adult?”
“Oh,
you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
“I’ve
seen all of you, many times,” Will said.
“I’m
sure I’ve still got a few surprises left.”
“I
don’t doubt it, aein,” Will said, twining his
fingers through Don’s and moving with him towards the doorway. “I don’t
doubt it at all.”
Don’s eyes lit up. “Then
we’re gonna ditch him, go to my room, and I’m going to fuck you like a horny
teenager.”
“As opposed to the usual horny adult?”
“Oh, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
“I’ve seen all of you, many times,” Will said.
“I’m sure I’ve still got a few surprises left.”
“I don’t doubt it, aein,”
Will said, twining his fingers through Don’s and
moving with him towards the doorway. “I
don’t doubt it at all.”
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