New Year's Eve (for Will)

[branbach]

The party had been fun, what they'd seen of it. The lights, the music, the massive quantities of food and alcohol. They'd hoarded away some of the latter and taken it with them, bundled up back in the snow and making their way back toward Will's shelter (which was rather less a shelter now, and more a very small alpine chalet

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[llewych_will]

"It will be," Will answers softly, wrapping his arms round Bran's neck and kissing him the way he'd wanted to all night, slow and deep.

[branbach]

Oh, Bran's been wanting that as well, and trying to keep things subtle enough to not tip off Paul just yet is getting a bit wearing. But now it's just the two of them, and he takes a moment to press Will up against the door, kissing him slow and hungry.

[llewych_will]

Will plans to tell him soon, he really does. But that's not the sort of thing he's thinking about right now. Right now he's tugging at Bran's clothes, returning the kiss, slipping a hand beneath Bran's shirt to reach skin.

[branbach]

It can wait, anyway. "Just--one second," Bran mumbles against Will's lips, struggling out of his jacket with a clank of glass. "Don't want to break it," he explains, and pulls Will in to kiss again.