William patiently stood in the crowd of orphans, waiting for the airship's doors to open.
They had landed, and would remain in a hotel for a few days until the captain of the airship would be judged, jailed and replaced.
Yes, he was the one to have done it. The faceless, nameless man that would never leave the helm room.
The orphans didn't know the reason he was being imprisoned, but from the chaotic murmurs all around William, he heard guesses related to the captain's passion for alcohol, and had no intention of contradicting them. He'd take Veronique's secret to the grave.
Once outside, Will gazed curiously the man's way, nose scrunched up in hatred. The man's appearance satisfied no one's curiosity, seeing as the hood of his ragged vest was pulled over his face for confidentiality and authorities were leading him away through the crowd of curious citizens that had gathered.
When the tall, scrawny man went out of sight, William gazed away, the flashes of cameras aimed at the pervert blinding even him.
The brunet sighed upon landing his eyes on Oliver, who was deeply chatting with his friend, Adam.
Back at the dance ball some days ago, he had ignored the blond purposefully, but at one point teased him with a dance -a rather indecent one-, then continued avoiding him, in what were the usual steps of the 'game' he'd play with the ones trying to approach him romantically. Ignore-tease-ignore-tease, until they gave up.
He would have never thought Oliver would, too, give up... Much less ignore him in turn. The blond was seriously peeved.
It's been three days, William would have never thought his teasing would have such an impact on the man. He truly missed his friend... Especially now, considering how much he needed someone to distract him from the previous happenings. Oliver had always been there, never questioning the matter but jumping head first to cheering anyone up.
And so, the brunet decided he would put an end to this ridiculous game. He wanted Oliver, unlike his other play toys, and so he would go for it. Head first.
After a short walk, the row of orphans reached the hotel they would say in, Moyra.
The marble floor was checkered in black and brown, the same model on the four pillars and the floor vases. The plants around the place were mauve and red, as well as the pillows scattered on beige couches. The reception desk was caramel, with a black counter top.
However, William had no plans on admiring the view, instead making his way through the crowd determined to reach a certain blond. He would ask to share room with him, so that the following days they'd bond up again.
When he reached near him, Will parted his lips in an 'O' shape, about to voice his name, but someone got ahead of him.
"Oliver Thespanian and Adam Hamwell, then?" the receptionist spoke, leaning to write their names down after the men nodded.
Then he straightened up to hand them the keys, with a rustle that echoed far too loudly in William's ears.
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"You can go, I know you like the land." Veronique murmured, shifting around in Matthews's arms to face him.
"No, I can't go." Matt murmured.
"Damn right you can't." the boy joked with a grin.
The young adult managed a faint smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. At that, Veronique slightly frowned, aware that his lover wouldn't cheer up anytime soon. It was understandable considering the recent events, but Veronique wasn't having it.
Knowing that him attempting to take control in their relationship always amused Matthews, the boy sat up and straddled his lover, receiving another faint smile.
Veronique pressed his palms to the other's and interlocked their fingers, then pushed the man's hands against the mattress, near his head. Then, he leaned in and pecked his cheek with a loud smooch.
Matt's chest shook as if he was laughing, but his lips remained close, as well as his eyes.
"You can certainly do better..." he murmured, rubbing Veronique's hand with his thumb.
The boy squinted determinedly and leaned in once again, tightening the grip of their interlocked fingers.
Parting his lips, he brought them near Matthews's, trying to find the right position. Tilting his head to the left, he tentatively brushed their mouths together, but pulled back in hesitance. Tilting his head to the right, he tried again- only to shy away, all the while Matt patiently lay there snickering.
After a few moments of that, Matt could feel himself lose composure under the teasing, and was about to attack those playful lips, but the boy finally slammed his mouth on his.
Veronique was clumsy as always, but Matthews could only be thankful for it- that way, he knew he was the one to have had his first kiss, rather than that pervert.
With a moan, Matt kissed back, but let the other take the lead, their position making him bothered 'downstairs'.
Veronique most certainly felt it, if the way he jumped with a gasp was anything to go by.
The young adult sat up to catch his lips again and parted their hands to wrap his arms around him. Veronique leaned back on Matt's bent legs, the other man following his mouth eagerly.
And then the grinding started.
Veronique moved his hips provocatively, slender fingers gripping Matt's arms. The young adult groaned, kissing along his jaw and down his neck, tugging at the collar of his brown long sleeve shirt to reveal his shoulder, along which he continued the pecks.
Then, he reached a hand on his thigh and unclasped the strap. Gently, he pulled the stocking down, Veronique raising his legs hesitantly.
Just as he pulled it down to his knee, the boy suddenly knelt up and then jumped from his high bunk bed, landing on the ground with a soft thud. Faster than Matt could comprehend the happening, Veronique ran out of the room, laughing hysterically.
The young adult stared at his lap, on which his friend was just moments ago, and blinked confused. Then, that confusion turned into disbelief.
With a sigh, he slumped on the mattress, rolled around and jumped down from the bed as well, then ran.
He quickly moved down the corridor, eyes set on the slender boy that ran ahead, a stocking slipping down to his calf.
Their styles of running didn't change since they were kids, playing tag. Matthews's arms swung heavily besides his torso, which was hunched forwards for aerodynamic effect. He ran at the top of his feet, his breathing even.
As opposed to his technique, Veronique was running legs first, his torso leaned backwards and his breathing irregular because of the laughter of adrenaline he couldn't control. Matt always found it amusing, even now, as he tried to hide his grin.
That grin expanded as he noticed the boy approaching the row of stairs, Matt knowing what was to follow. Surely enough, Veronique jumped with his bottom on the railing and quickly slid downwards, arms flailing around for balance.
Upon reaching the bottom he jumped off the railing just as Matt got on sliding down, his body far more balanced and his movements more calculated.
Seeing as he didn't have elan anymore, Veronique abandoned the railing and skipped two stairs at a time, then made his way down the corridor while Matthews chased him.
At a cross, Veronique went to the left, but Matt took the right, knowing that after two 90 degrees turns they would face each other. And he was right, much to Veronique's bafflement, who gasped when seeing the man run towards him.
The only way for Veronique to go was left or right, and he fooled Matthews by turning towards the right, then quickly going for the opposite direction and thus escaping.
The young adult turned around to run after him, but faced, yet again, two possibilities, unaware of which one Veronique took. Wishing for the best, he went towards the right- but right was wrong.
And so, he lost him.
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William folded one last shirt and placed it in the closet, on top of the others, the stacks arranged by the colour shades. With an approving nod, he closed it and turned to pick his empty suitcase up, placing it between the closet and wall as to not waste space.
Then he turned around, eyeing his roommate curiously. Nibbling at his finger, he watched as the man attempted knotting his tie with a scowl.
William walked up to him and raised his eyebrows in a silent offer to help. The man looked away and nodded.
"If you don't mind me asking, how come you're not rooming with Mr. Quin?" he asked diplomatically as he formed the loop.
With a roll of his eyes, Grimerson tsked.
"He is mad at me for not telling him the reason we're suing the captain." he said. "Thus, he decided to act childish by giving me the silent treatment and taking an entire room to himself."
William smiled, sliding the tie through the loop and tugging it here and there until it looked nice. Mr.Grimerson nodded thanks and walked in front of the mirror attached to a closet door, where he looked at his tie distantly.
"He knows the Eldredge knot..." he murmured silently, gaze set on the Half Windsor one.
"I'm sorry, but I don't master that one. I could attempt, if you wish."
Grim waved dismissively and shook his head. "No, don't mind me, I was just rambling." he sighed, arranging the collar of his shirt.
Then, he turned his head 90 degrees to look at William causally. "How come you didn't room with Oliver? I knew you two to be friends."
William displayed a straight smile and sighed through his nose. "I, too, am under the silent treatment." he said, fumbling with his scarf.
Seeing as he didn't talk further, Grimerson understood he didn't wish to add details, so he nodded and turned back towards the mirror, running a hand through his long hair. "Let's blame it on the alignment of the planets and call it a day."
Will laughed, nodding in approval. Then, he darted a look at the clock on the nightstand, which read quite late in the evening.
"Should I let the door unlocked at night for when you return?" he asked, trying to find where he was headed through the discreet question.
"I won't be that long, hopefully..." the man murmured. "I must meet up with the governmental figures running the Airship Orphanage. They're most certainly not pleased with the sort of attention we drew by having the captain jailed, and when they'll find out an orphan had been violated under my nose..." he clenched his fist, then regained his composure with a sigh. "Well, I can only hope they've had a good day, otherwise I might just lose my job." he continued the line formally.
Will gaped, watching the man walk towards the door. Shaking his head, he took a few steps and raised his hand tentatively. "Sir..." he faintly said, resuming fumbling with his scarf when the man turned around. "I hope all will be well..." Will murmured honestly.
Yes, the headmaster was rather lunatic, from his techniques of punishment to the idea of sudden emergency exercises, the man insanely fixed on the idea that the end justifies the means. And that was why Quin was right there next to him, in order to balance the necessity with morality. Hand in hand, they ran the orphanage like no other pair would, and William spoke for every orphan when he'd wished him luck.
With a curt nod and the typical frown, Grim left the room.
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Matthews rubbed his face tiredly, walking down the hall an calling Veronique's name for what felt like the nth time.
"Veronique..." he sighed, but knew from past hide and seek games that his friend would never, under any circumstances, reveal himself unless found.
Matthews already searched all of the boy's hiding spots -he knew them by heart. When they were little, Veronique would always fool William into counting, and he would then drag Matt away and show him the most secret of places. Thinking back on it, the young adult smiled, realizing how oblivious he'd been to Veronique's jealousy and possessiveness.
The man was currently on the educational floor, his posture slumped and his pace tired as he checked each room.
Meanwhile, Veronique was just down the hall, in the Literature classroom, listening carefully the steps on the hall as they approached. The moment he heard a room nearby being opened and the man entering it, he opened his door and left quietly, sneaking down the hall towards the rooms Matt had already checked. Due to his lack of shoes and the presence of the carpet, he passed by as smooth and silent as a feline.
He entered the Music Room with an eager grin, pressing a palm against the door when closing it as to muffle the soft click. Turning around, he ran towards the storage with the instruments and went straight to a violin.
Upon returning at the door, he gently opened it and sneaked a glance down the hall, observing Matthews as he ruffled his hair in frustration and entered another classroom.
On his toes, Veronique went for the Library.
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William sighed, letting his body limply fall backwards on the mattress.
He looked at the monotonously ticking clock on the nightstand. It was of a nice scarlet colour, the pointers gracefully shaped into curly bronze lines. It had an oval shape and stood on four bronze little legs, like a spider lacking two pairs of limbs.
Will knew the design like the back of his hands, after having checked the time more than he cared to count. It was 9 o'clock- too late to go outside for a walk, but too early to sleep.
Despite it being dark and very much Autumn out there, William knew he couldn't stand another minute doing nothing, and so he stood up and went to his closet, pulling on a chestnut brown coat. It reached to his knees and had a turtleneck, but he left it unbuttoned seeing as he had his scarf. He was wearing a pair of dark green pants, matching his gloves, and black boots.
After spraying himself twice with a perfume Veronique gifted him his last birthday, he sniffed the air twice and smiled, then placed the red bottle back in his luggage. With that last final touch, he exited his room and left it unlocked, not wanting Grimerson to return and have to wait for him on the hall. He trusted the other orphans, -intellectual enough not to do something as low as stealing- and the security of the hotel.
The brunet walked down the corridor, eyes set on the burgundy carpet and hands in pockets. Considering his posture, he was basically asking to bump over someone, and when it did happen, he stumbled back and was about to murmur an excuse before the other got ahead of him with words not as polite as he would have offered.
"Bloody magnificent." the blond said under his breath, low enough for William not to understand- but judging by the way Oliver rolled his eyes and clenched his jaw, the brunet got the idea.
"Good evening." William offered nonetheless, letting his eyes admire the man's outfit.
The blond had on a thick red and black sweater, a sleeve pulled to his elbow to reveal his striped arm warmer. His jeans were of a faded blue colour, ripped here and there, and his footwear consisted of black boots. His taste in fashion has always been inspired by Kurt Cobain, especially now, two years after his idol's death.
The brunet sighed, longing to re-experience falling asleep on the shoulder of his soft sweaters with a book in hand. However, the blond didn't seem as eager, and turned around to continue walking towards the stairs nearby.
"Wait, where is it you're going?" Will asked, genuinely surprised when the man actually stopped to answer.
With a hand in pocket and his head barely tilted William's way, the blond replied. "For a walk, with Adam. He's waiting for me downstairs."
"Oh..." the brunet nodded absent-mindedly, darting a glare towards the two men's room, 075. "Well, I was heading outside as well, may I join?"
The blond shrugged. "I suppose Adam won't mind." he said, accentuating the name so that he would let the other know Adam was the only one that wouldn't.
With that, Oliver stomped down the stairs, his hair, -which was loosely tied at the bottom and thrown over his shoulder- bouncing. Will's fingers twitched to just grip the strands and pull him back for a smooch, but that couldn't possibly end up good, so he just silently followed.
Once at the ground floor, the two men walked towards Adam, who was casually standing near the reception, umbrella in hand. When he caught sight of his two friends, his eyes moved from one to another curiously. He didn't question William's presence, though, content that Oliver was finally near the one he loved- the blond had been a moping mess ever since he'd decided to stubbornly ignore Will.
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The brunet gripped at his side, which hurt badly after the effort he put into catching up with the other two.
Oliver's arm was draped over Adam's shoulder, tugging him whenever the man attempted waiting for Will to catch up, and then the blond would catch his attention with endless chatter, as he was currently doing.
Panting and puffing, Will bent to prop himself on his knees, head hanging low. They've been walking -respectively jogging- for about an hour now, and Will could officially state physical effort wasn't his thing.
"Oliver-" he coughed. "Just wait..." he trailed off, gripping a nearby bench and slumping down on it. He hated the pleading tone, would have preferred a demanding one, but he was in no position for that.
Adam looked back and shrugged the blond's arm off his shoulder, then walked towards his tired friend.
"My apologies, are you well?" the black haired man asked, towering over him, his tall frame casting a shadow over Will.
The teenager shook his head, motioning to the spot that hurt him. Adam sat next to him and eyed the area he was gripping. "I really am sorry." he sighed with a husky voice. "He knows me well, and the things I'm interested in. It's hard to distribute my attention."
Adam then unbuttoned Will's coat at the middle and sneaked a hand in, starting to massage the spot that hurt.
"I understand, it's just..." William trailed off, looking at Oliver, who was waiting on that same spot, staring at the ground. "Do you think I have a chance of fixing things up?"
Adam chuckled. "Don't worry, he's just giving you a taste of your own medicine. But, if anything, he's just as affected by this situation."
"Then why does he keep it up?"
The man rolled his eyes. "It's Oliver we're talking about."
"Are we going or what?!" the blond asked, most likely having deduced he was the subject of their conversation.
Adam retreated his hand from inside Will's coat and stood up just as a drop of rain landed on his nose. He looked at the streetlight to see the drops quicken their pace and opened his umbrella.
The blond patiently waited for William and Adam to approach, then walked next to them, his blond hair darkening under the rain.
Hesitantly, the brunet hugged Oliver's elbow and pulled him under the umbrella, trying to hide a content smile when the man didn't pull away.
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"Oliver..." he pleaded yet again once they were in the lobby, Adam away to return the umbrella at the reception.
The man pointedly ignored him and continued towards the stairs, so Will followed silently.
"Seriously, what is even the matter?" he snapped once they reached their floor. "Oliver!" he yelled, and gripped his arm. When the blond pulled it away, Will gripped the arm warmer and slid it off.
"Did you just!" Oliver exclaimed incredulously, finally facing him.
"Yes, for Pascal's sake! Can you just stop this? It saddens us equally, and keeping this on is just ridiculous, irrational, meaningless and stupid."
"Give it back." the young adult deadpanned, rubbing at his naked arm uncomfortably.
"Back at the ball I was just fooling around." Will insisted.
"Fooling around with my feelings, William!"
The brunet gulped dryly and stared at him with guilty eyes, fumbling with the striped accessory. Oliver snatched the thing back and turned around sharply, entered his room and slammed the door close.
But William wasn't having it, so he went in his own room and walked towards the balcony.
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When Matthews was done searching the Chemistry room, he returned on the hallway and was about to go on, before a sound distracted him. It was intensely familiar, enough so that he froze, eyes distant and thoughts flashing back a decade ago.
He tilted his head to hear better and approached gently, as if sudden movements would scare the sound away. A grin made its way on his lips when he entered the Library and that deja-vu feeling kicked in.
Rounding bookshelf after bookshelf, Matt recognized the road instantly, and quickened his pace, hands trailing along dusted books, as they had all those years ago.
After walking down an alleyway of bookshelves and reaching its end, rounding the corner, the sound became clearer than ever.
And there sat a boy.
The chair underneath him was tall and cushioned, its wooden legs long and voluminous, much like the teenager's.
The boy's hair was as black as Matthew's, if darker, and his skin was smooth and pale. What stood out most about him were his eyes, wide and a watery turquoise, his irises almost shining in comparison to the lifeless, dark colours all around the place.
He was holding a violin, but in the position of a guitar, the top of his fingers approaching purple as he held them pressed against the instrument's strings.
Squinting his eyes, Matthews searched the stockings for a name. On one of the lighter grey stripes, around his calf, he noticed a neat handwriting, which said ´Veronique'.
The teenager also searched his striped shirt for a name but frowned, tilting his head at a uncomfortable angle since Matthews had wrote his name upside down, having done it while wearing the shirt. To top it off, he doodled it in big, sharp letters, unaware it was so important.
"Smehllow?" he asked tentatively, moving his head back in place and looking at Matt knowingly from above dark circles.
"Matthews." he corrected, patting his v-neck shirt absent-mindedly and then pulling his black jeans further up his waist. "Why do you have a violin and why are you holding it like a guitar?" he asked amused.
The black haired fellow bit his lip and his toes rubbed against another. "I sneaked in the music room to search for a guitar but couldn't reach for it. So I decided to try on the violin." he shrugged, rubbing at his fluffy hair, and then moved his bright eyes on Matt with a pouty look.
"Please don't tell on me..."
Matthews crossed his arms, approaching the smaller individual slowly, his thin shirt waving gracefully.
"One condition." he decided, picking up the violin and setting it aside, then getting down on his knees.
The black-haired boy's eyes widened, along with his lips which offered a toothy grin. "I don't think this is how it went..." he nervously laughed as Matt raised his thin long-sleeved shirt to access his short briefs.
"Of course it is. Your memory is just foggy."
"Mattie, we were six, respectively eight." Veronique giggled.
"Exactly, it's been a long time, it's only natural you'd forget."
With that, he ran a hand down the naked leg off of which the stocking slipped during the running. His smile faded, as Veronique expected, but he didn't expect for the smile to take a 180 degrees turn into a frown.
"Mattie... don't ruin this moment..." he murmured, flinching when the man looked up sharply.
"I'm going to have to mark you as mine."
Veronique shifted uncomfortably, trying to hide the arousal Matthews's determined, possessive tone had caused.. "What... What do you mean by that?"
"These," Matt waved at the bruises, "define you as his. I must change that, now." he said, knowing that the opportunity of them two being completely alone in the airship was a rare one. "Get on your knees and lean over the chair."
It was hard for Veronique to perceive the abrupt change of atmosphere, but a glare from Matthews cleared his thoughts too well, sending him involuntarily in the position required.
Matt took in the view of his friend exposed like that, but not exposed enough. He unclasped both garter clips and clasped them into each other, then folded the straps to make a whip. Veronique was already breathing heavily from merely being put in such position, and when he glanced back to see Matt handling the whip, he could only struggle to keep his hands around the backrest of the chair.
The man looked at the handprint on his left thigh and gripped it hard enough to renew the bruise, then used his other hand to pull his briefs down.
He could take the time to question what he was doing, that being physically hurting his friend and lover just for jealousy's sake, but he found himself in that same state he did back in Bogeyman's office, with belt in hand, Veronique sprawled before him, and a sadistic lust flooding his veins.
The teenager hugged the backrest and buried his head in his elbow, trying not to gasp at the pain in his thigh. And just then, a sharp sting erupted on his other leg, Matt having whipped him with the connected straps, at which point Veronique couldn't hold it in anymore and yelped.
After the sting faded, the teenager moaned at the after feeling and raised his hips higher, parting his legs. Matthews unclenched the hand around his thigh and admired his print, then whipped him again, intending to cover every fading stripe left on his legs.
By the seventh whip, Veronique was biting his upper arm, saliva and tears coating it. However, his hips didn't budge from their inviting position, despite trembling.
Matthews let the strap fall and ran a hand through his hair, keeping it there while he panted. Then, he leaned on top of Veronique's back and breathed against his neck, caressing his hair. His lover turned his head towards him, eyes crossed as to focus on Matt's.
The young adult pecked his wet lips and knelt back up, eyeing his legs. He grasped a hand print on his right thigh and spat on his other hand, then sighed through his nose.
"Did he deflower you?"
Veronique shook his head quickly.
Matthews found that hard to believe, what with speaking of a body such as Veronique's. "He didn't? Then what did he make you do?"
His friend hid his head again, his voice coming out muffled as he replied. "Mouth him, mostly... And he'd... you know, spank me."
Matt closed his eyes and rubbed his slimy fingers. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes." Veronique didn't hesitate replying, and raised his hips even higher.
"Well."
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William took off his coat and placed it on a chair nearby. Then, he listened the drops of rain hit the roof of the balcony while sucking on his finger nervously. Walking to the edge, he eyed the distance between his balcony and Oliver's, approximating one meter. He could easily jump, but the balcony roofs were separate, which made just that area and the railing slippery from the rain.
As he was gripping the railing to check if it would be safe, light flooded the other balcony, and Will watched as Oliver appeared, a trail of smoke following the cigarette in his mouth.
The brunet froze in his position until the blond turned around and noticed him, at which point he coughed the smoke he inhaled, shocked.
"What do you think you're doing, mate!" he croaked out, eyeing Will's position- which kind of gave away just what he thought of doing.
"I'm planning to jump there." William replied, raising his leg.
"Are you out of your mind! It's wet and dangerous as hell, we're on the third floor! Stop this nonsense, or I swear to God I will- stop!" Oliver shrieked when Will brought his other leg above the railing, now standing on a few centimetres of floor, gripping the railing behind him while rain drenched him.
"I will stop if you unlock the door and let me in." the brunet argued, shifting his weight from foot to foot and hunching a little.
"You're just shitting around and it's not going to- fucking hell!" Oliver dropped his cigar ran at the railing when William jumped.
Despite Will having had a good grip on the railing, the blond grasped his arms and kept his grip tight as the teenager crossed his railing. When he knew him safe, he hugged him to his chest and panted as if he had been the one to have made the leap of faith.
"You idiot!" he shakily exclaimed, clenching his jaw when William victoriously hugged him back. "Just- Just go inside." he sighed, letting him go and taking out his pack for another cigarette. He breathed in the smoke, feeling it wash over his lungs and wrap his madly beating heart in a comforting blanket.
Will sat down on the bed just as Adam entered the room. The man took in the sight of the soaking wet brunet on the bed and Oliver smoking in the balcony, and deduced it would be for the best for him to leave.
"I suppose I'll just find some place else to sleep..." he murmured with a supporting wink, and the teenager couldn't help but grin.
After a few minutes of sucking on his finger, eyes set on the ground, Will looked up to see the blond watching him intently from behind the glass doors, cigar long since stomped on the ground and hair blowing in the wind.
Upon being noticed staring, Oliver pulled back his angry attitude and entered, snatched a towel from the closet and aimlessly threw it at Will, then sat near him on the bed.
The teenager rubbed at his hair slowly and intentionally clumsy for a good while, eyeing Oliver suggestively.
"I'm not drying it for you." he murmured eventually.
William sighed and pushed his head against his shoulder, sliding it upwards until he reached his neck, trying to mimic a wet kitten asking for warmth. He was bad at flirting, usually being the one flattered. Either that, or Oliver was one stubborn man, because he merely pushed Will away, watching from the corner of his eye as he fell sideways on the mattress.
"What did you have to tell me that was so important you risked your bloody life?"
The boy in question slowly sat up and slid the towel off, not bothering to fix his messed up hair. He pointedly looked at Oliver and toyed with his scarf until the man gazed back, at which point he spoke.
"I'm sorry."
The blond scoffed.
"I really mean it... The whole thing at the dance ball, it was just habit..." he explained. "I tend to... play around with whoever shows that sort of interest in me. I honestly didn't expect you to just give up on me like that..."
"Don't you dare turn this on me." Oliver pointed at him threateningly. "I've been chasing you all night long, making a fool of myself in front of my mates. You didn't as much as glance at me! Hell, you even hanged around with Betty the fatty! And then- oh, then..." he clenched his jaw, eyes trailing down Will's entire body, a faint grin appearing when he saw the boy shudder underneath his rhombus pullover.
"And then, you offered me a dance." he laughed as bitter as lemon juice in your eyes. But when he continued, all expression left his face to display an ice cold blankness. "More like a slow, sensual, indecent as sin grinding of a dance, that left me wanting to just slam you against the nearest table and-" he sighed shakily.
After breathing in and out with his eyes closed three times, he opened them and ran a gentle hand through Will's hair, caressing the wet strands. "And love you gently." he finished.
William gasped silently and leaned into his touch, but then the fingers tightened their grip and he looked up.
"But before I even got to press my lips on your neck, you slipped away, leaving me there wondering if I was drunk enough to hallucinate." he murmured, leaning to run his nose in Will's scarf only to get it out of the way, so that he would peck at his skin.
William shivered. "I'm sorry, I told you... It's how I act when someone shows-"
"Am I someone, or the one?"
"The one." Will replied impulsively.
Slowly and steadily, Oliver's eyes turned to that clear, honest, pale blue rather than the thick, shadowed, icy shade. Smiling, he pressed a hand against his chest, and William let himself
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slump over the chair with a loud, desperate moan the moment Matthews hit some God blessed spot inside him, making his arms go limp and legs numb.
"Mattie!" he whined, parting his legs as wide as the briefs at his ankles let him, and moaning a "Nnnngh..." from behind clenched teeth as Matt slowly slid out.
The young adult let go of his thigh, now with a handprint to match the one on the left, and he leaned over the fragile body, running a hand through dark hair and pinning Veronique's head against the cushion of the chair as he quickened his thrusts.
"Ha-ah!" the boy repeated over and over, only adding to the fuel that was Matthews's fire of lust. "Mattie, please, God, Mattie!"
Matt swatted Veronique's hand away as it was about to reach his groin, only to handle it himself. The teenager gasped and raised his heels enough to hit Matt's thighs, his toes curling up and hips hurrying to meet his lover's fist.
"I love you, Veronique, hear me?" he tugged his hair. "I love you so much!" Matthews almost sobbed against his shoulder, and Veronique mewled, trying to grasp the ability of speech.
"I-God, I laaah-" he cried, opening his eyes with a glint. "-yadda-yadda you..." he suddenly grinned, despite the tears and sweat coating his skin.
Matthews laughed himself, biting down on the shoulder and caressing the hair he previously gripped. "You- beautiful thing, I've waited for this, I'd just masturbate
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all night long to your scarf..." Oliver confessed calmly, running his fingers down Will's naked chest, eyes fixed on the accessory. Then, he leaned to sniff it deeply while his hand continued down towards his pants.
William looked at the ceiling and bit his thumb, trying to hide a grin. "Well, I'd get all bothered up whenever we'd read together... I'd barely pay attention to the books..." he murmured, shivering uncontrollably as Oliver's hair tickled his torso.
"Oh my, chose me over the books? Is this a marriage proposal?" the blond laughed, sitting up to look at Will, cosily lying over the mountain of pillows.
"Might be." was his thoughtful reply, muffled by Will's thumb.
Oliver leaned back over him and tugged the finger between his teeth, having long since craved to see what was so enticing about it that made Will nibble or suck on it daily. After biting his way to the bottom, Oliver slid his lips back up, in the motion he saw William do enough times to master.
The brunet was so awed by the sight that he didn't even notice the hand pulling at his pants until he felt the smooth sheets underneath his bottom. The adult pulled back and slid his pants down all the way, along with his briefs, and then simply stared at Will.
The younger had his hands by his head and his legs parted invitingly, a genuine smile on his lips. Giving in to the need, Oliver propped himself over William and bent to kiss him, eager to show him all the tricks he mastered- he was rather ashamed of the hungry, bestial smooch he had let slip that emergency test day.
Gently, he slid his tongue between their lips to moisturize them for the kiss and then went right in with a long, slow rub. Tilting his head, he parted their mouths only to bring them back together, this time with deep and quick but at the same time gentle brushes.
And then he let his tongue invade Will's mouth, only to ghostly touch his before retreating entirely to see the effect. Surely enough, he'd done well. The brunet's cheeks were bright red and his eyes distant, he was panting. Grinning, Oliver continued where he'd left off, this time giving Will's tongue an overwhelming attention, while taking his hand and leading it downwards to his entrance, the thumb he previously licked still wet.
He shoved it up Will's butt, and the younger gasped surprised at having his own finger inside him, with Oliver leading his hand..
"It won't hurt much longer, I promise." the man murmured against his lips, then continued the smooches.
Will felt the need to let him know he wasn't a virgin, but that would most certainly ruin the moment, so he settled on gripping a pillow.
"Bloody Newton and everything he stood for!" Oliver moaned once he entered, after having widened him enough. Will arched his back with a grin and clenched his entrance- it hurt for him, but he knew it would please the man, and it did.
"If you keep on like this, it'll be a matter of moments before
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I must come!" Veronique pleaded, struggling against the thumb pressed at the tip of his erection. "I must, Mattie! Please..."
Matthews tightened the grip on his groin and quickened the pace of his hand, grinning widely when his lover sobbed out a moan.
Looking at him, his stockings crumpled at the ankles along with his briefs, butt cheeks clapping against his hips, back arched underneath that tight, brown blouse, his hair sticking all ways from having been gripped and his face red under endless layers of tears- Matthews came.
Slamming down on the fragile figure, he shoved in him as far as he managed, wanting to make sure his semen got deep enough to let Veronique know he was his, inside out.
The boy must have lost his voice by then, because as he, too, came, his voice was just above a whimpered groan. He wheezed in air and coughed it out, so Matthews got off of him to let him breathe, but that didn't seem to help, so he set on patting his back approvingly.
"You... adorable little thing..." he slurred, out of breath himself. "Oh, what have I done?" he groaned, looking at the mess he made of his friend- cum dripping down his thighs just above the new bruises standing in contrast with his pale skin. "Veronique..."
The boy sat back on his heels, arms still around the backrest, and after he managed to find a pace to his breathing, he went on his fours at Matt. Hugging his neck, he leaned the man against a bookshelf and then got on his lap with a wince.
"That was perfect, Mattie..." he murmured against his chest, shivering at the mental image of what had just happened. "Every last bit of it..."
Matthews hugged him tightly and sighed shakily. "I can't believe it happened... I just can't..." he laughed.
"Me neither!" Veronique laughed himself. "You can't imagine how many times I've fantasized about this..."
"Did you now?"
"Yes,
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yes, yes..." William sighed contently, tilting his head back as much as the comforters allowed.
Oliver slowly and gently thrust in Will, nose shoved in his scarf- it smelt so much better next to the scent of sweat and sex...
William moaned quietly, hips rolling. Their intercourse was so comfortable, quiet, slow, as if they had all the time in the world, which is what it felt like. Like endless happiness wrapped in that single, finite moment.
"Oliver..." he whined over and over again in a voice foreign to him- a drastic change from the usual monotone.
The blond tightened the arm around his waist and wrapped his other one around his shoulders, quickening the pace of his hips and lips, which he pressed about his head.
"Mah- May I?" he choked out, and would later take the time to beat himself over the way he'd lost the composure he wanted to prove Will.
The younger just hummed approvingly and raised his hips, keeping them up as Oliver filled him with slimy warmth. With a last moan, he came as well with a violent shudder, the view of his lover gone as he squinted his eyes in delight. "Oliver..."
"Yes, William..." the blond finally replied, running a hand through his own hair to tentatively hold it back, but it just fell right back. "What is it, William?" he murmured, pecking him.
"I love you, I really do..." Will confessed in his afterglow, a faint grin on his lips.
Oliver offered a bright laugh and slumped down on him entirely, sneaking another sniff of the scarf. "I love you too, I really love you too."
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P.S.: on a second thought, really, people? You suspected Oliver to have raped Veronique! He's such a sweetheart! And Quin? Quin!! Quin is- gaaah! You mean, mean creatures.
[[Before you jump saying "the pervert wasn't even introduced to the story!" take a look on the "Pencil Chapter :D I quote:
"It had been a setup. The captain might have had a little bit more fun than intended, but the airship was never in any serious danger". (Mr. Grimerson speaks to the panicked crowd of orphans)
"All of the orphans' lives simply relied on the shoulders of a drunken captain whose face they had yet to see" (Narrator explaining how life was too risky for Matt and Veronique to beat around the bush about their feelings)
So yeah, it was the conductor! Thank you for the trying, though ;D