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a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me, 2006
the sacrifice of life; so long as we keep our bodies numb we're safe
travis / william, gabe / william, 6811 words (nc17)
-- here is why you're sad: you're miserable when he is close, so take another drink, another drink will numb those senses and make the most of flesh and bones if it helps you fall asleep.
the thing about william is, he is weak when it comes to pretty boys; being a pretty boy himself he understands how hard it is to resist them.
maja always told him not to get attached when it came to relationships, that he had to be able to walk away at a moment's notice, but that didn't stop him from falling for ryan. it was hard not to, the way ryan was awkward in the corner of the room, sipping soda water while everyone around him was spilling beer onto the floor. the way he rolled his eyes at nothing in particular and nodded at brendon, spoke in that perfect monotone that made william weak in the knees, "sure, sure, have another, i'm obviously driving home tonight, again."
it was hard for william not to saunter over, whisper sweet nothings in his ear and convince him to abandon his friends, leave them to drunk driving and possibly death to follow william back home, fuck for hours and wake up a completely different person.
of course, gabe saw something in ryan that he found particularly appealing as well, so they let that one slide.
maja saw something in mike that she wanted, badly, so when william dragged him home, barely able to stand, drunk off too many shots of tequila and an entire bottle of jacks that didn't affect william in the slightest, she took him back to her room and didn't return him until a week later.
he didn't mind though because between gabe, ryan, brendon, spencer and jon (who ryan had felt it was necessary to include because he got bored with nothing to do all day and needed someone to talk about the beatles and tom waits to), bill had plenty of activities to keep him busy.
their little family had grown quite large in a short amount of time, and yes, it was all william's fault for trusting loud mouth ross with such a delicate secret, but even he had to admit that it was warm and welcoming and something like a home when the lights all went out and the quiet sounds of conversation and laughter and love making were heard through the walls. he had to admit that it was nice seeing keltie and ryan, arms linked, playing the grand piano while brendon deliberately sang off-key so audrey wouldn't feel bad about her lack of vocal range. he couldn't help but smile at the way alex would whisper in victoria's ear and she would surreptitiously pass the message along to ryland, as if no one saw them. the way nate and michael and felix would create different soundtracks to their shenanigans that no one would remember later.
he especially loved the way maja and gabe would watch over them like proud parents, not sitting at either end of the dinner table like william remembers his own parents did when he was a child, but beside each other, gabe's hand on maja's thigh, her fingers tangled in his hair and tilting her glass for him to drink from.
they were the perfect little group, all of them content to live with and love only each other. nothing could stop them, no force in the world could tear them apart.
it was travis who ruined everything, travis who was the problem. it wasn't because william fell in love with him-- because william had fallen in love with every single one of them in his own unique william-like way-- it was because travis fell in love with him and travis wasn't one for sharing.
of course, maja and gabe weren't there to stop it but everyone else should have seen it from the beginning: the way travis walked up to william, not the other way around like it usually happened. the way william managed to blush with what little blood he had left in his body from before. the way william waved both tom and mike off and didn't even say goodbye to sisky as he grabbed his jacket from the butcher and took off with a complete stranger. usually, it wouldn't have been a problem, because william was known for his frequent bed-mates, but he didn't bring travis back to the manor that night. instead they went back to a small apartment not far from the bar they were at and travis changed everything.
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william grabs his jacket from the butcher and hops, skips and jumps a little faster to catch up with travis who reaches back and takes his hand. "c'mere," he says, "we're goin to my place, it's not far," and even though william knows this is already the worst idea he's had in a lifetime of bad ideas, he agrees and laces their fingers together, grins at travis who offers him an equally toothy smile right back.
he has to wonder if travis would have picked him out of the crowd if he had been dressed the way he usually dressed-- in slacks and dress shirts, jackets with coat tails and his derby hat. keltie had found this club a few weeks back while her and ryan were off on some adventure and swore she liked it for the abundance of drunk college students and not for the music they played (which was a lie because as he was leaving, william swears he saw her and audrey climb onto the bar with victoria). she had made sure the boys left their hats at home so they could blend in, because blending in was certainly not their forte, although after much complaining she had allowed ryan to leave the house wearing one of his grandma scarves and william's fedora. it was ryan who named them the dandies, and william has to think, of course ryan came up with dandies, he's the biggest dandy of them all.
tonight he is wearing a regular grey hoodie that nate had ordered online, one of those plain ones that apparently wasn't made in a sweat shop that was so popular with the kids these days, and one of ryan's old band t-shirts. he has on jeans that a one night stand had been wearing, and didn't care that gabe made fun of the way they don't have a zipper but a piece of string weaved through and tied in a bow at the top. he is still wearing his boots though, he doesn't know how the younger boys can stand to wear sneakers or flip flops for that matter, or how the girls wear no shoes at all in the summer.
they get to travis ("call me travie.")'s place in record time, climb four flights of stairs and struggle with the door handle. granted, it is much smaller than he imagined, probably smaller than the upstairs sitting room in the manor, but he doesn't care about that right now. travie kicks off his shoes and william steps inside, shuts the door behind them and makes sure it locks.
"i heard your cute little blond friend say you were all goin back home soon, and forgive me for being forward but i didn't really want an audience tonight." william nods in agreement, takes his boots off and leaves them by the door and realizes he's much closer to travis than he thought he was. his arms reach around travie's neck and he has to look up, almost has to stand on his toes the way he does with gabe (though somehow this already feels like it will be much different than anything he's done with gabe) and kisses the corner of his mouth.
"they can be a little--" he pauses, presses his lips against travie's and smirks, "--intrusive, at times." and it's true. he can't count the number of times his bedroom door has been flung open and one or two or four of his friends has joined whatever was going on at the time, but he's glad that won't happen tonight.
travis pulls back a little and raises an eyebrow. "so you all, what? live together? what's that all about?"
at this point in the conversation, william would usually tell whoever is asking to shut up and take their clothes off, but something about the way travis asks doesn't sound rude, just curious. "we're like a big family," william replies, simply. "we take care of each other; always have and always will."
he thinks he might have to leave, because these sort of talks don't usually get so far and this one is starting to feel downright awkward, but travis smiles and says, "that's sweet," and before william can express the oh! in the back of his mind, travis kisses him.
it's all downhill from there (or uphill, depending on how you want to look at it), all fumbling hands and quick kisses, eager tongues and teeth scraping over moistened lips, the jutting veins in travie's neck looking more and more appealing as william sucks on his skin. travis has his hands everywhere, it's hard to concentrate on one thing but william manages, paying careful attention to the buttons being pulled apart, to having his shirt pulled over his head in between kisses. "you like my chem?" travis asks and william doesn't know what he's talking about until he sees the name on the t-shirt.
"i honestly have no idea who they are," he admits, and travis laughs, pushes him onto the bed and climbs on top.
"they're pretty cool, they sing about vampires and shit," travis leans down to kiss him again but is stopped by william's hand on his chest, which holds him up steady. travis has to wonder how such a scrawny guy has so much strength in just his arms.
william's eyebrows are both raised, "really?" he breathes, his voice low, "i think i'll give them a listen sometime." he pulls travis down by his shoulders and they laugh for ten minutes straight about how tight william's pants are and how long it takes to get them off. "they're not mine!" he whines and flips travis who is momentarily distracted with crippling laughter over so he can climb on top and pull the covers up over them.
travis sits up and pulls him closer, kisses right below his collar bone and shivers. "you're freezing," he laughs, surprised, and william nods. he's used to it by now, the lack of warmth in his life. there are a few things that can be used as a temporary solution and this is one of them. it's why he spends his days (and nights) between the sheets with maja and gabe, or ryan and keltie, spooning audrey while she and brendon eskimo kiss goodnight, resting his head on victoria's chest and holding alex's hand under heavy blankets. it's why he brings so many people home, why almost every night not spent with a member of the dandies is spent with a stranger he's picked up in some seedy bar, whether it's in an alley somewhere or in ryan's beat up old car he still hasn't gotten rid of but forces william to drive back home when he and brendon take their girls on some wild adventure. if he doesn't do this, he thinks, he'll always be cold.
travis kisses him again and something in the way his lips linger makes william's entire body melt. he's tingling from his toes all the way to his fingertips, eyes closed and his lips curved in a sneaky smile. "travis," william croons, his words getting lost in the quiet moans that escape his lips. "i want you," he breathes, "i want you right now, i want to feel you inside me." they kiss desperately, harsh but sweet at the same time, and travis pulls william down, turns them around and laughs when william tells him to forget about the niceties of condoms and hand jobs and pre-sex blow jobs that would probably be pretty amazing right now but are just unnecessary because william is burning up and he's hasn't felt this kind of heat in years so he wants to take advantage of it before it goes away.
"you're the strangest boy i've ever met," william barely hears, whispered into his ear, and he would take it as an insult but travis fucks him slowly, deeper than anything he's ever felt, pushes his legs further apart to press his hips forward and kisses his neck, holds william's hand so tightly william can feel travie's heart beat through his palm. he wants to stay like this forever, but he knows he'll have to leave before the morning comes.
william's arms wrap around travie's back to idly scratch at his shoulders, but nothing can help him be quiet right now-- the gasped moans and shaky breaths he hasn't heard himself make in so long muffled against travis' neck. william wants so badly to taste travis right now, but he's not going to focus on that when he can focus on this. still, he's starting to feel weak and dizzy. he hasn't had anything of substance for a few days and strenuous activities such as this tend to reinforce his hunger. he swipes his tongue over the skin stretched across travis' neck, but the action itself is too much for him and he ends up sucking a little too hard. travis groans in an amused sort of way and pulls away, pushes his hips forward, successfully pining william against the bed with nowhere to go and nothing to do but whimper and pout so travis will kiss him again.
"you okay?" travis whispers against his neck. william nods quickly, digs dull nails into the skin at travis' back and moans out a stream of unintelligible words that must sound something like harder, faster, don't fucking stop because travis obeys all of that and manages to flip william so he's on top.
it takes them all of two seconds to find the most pleasing angle and manipulate their bodies to ensure they can both hold out for a little longer. william is all long limbs and legs wrapped around travie's back, loud and obscene now that he's not worrying about being quiet; travis is all big smiles and flexed muscles as he holds william's body and keeps the pace quick and steady.
he can hear all the inner workings of travie's body: his heart beating wildly in his chest, lungs contracting with every gasped breath he takes, the sound his bones make when they shift, the way his muscles stretch across his arms. william listens carefully to hear the blood in his veins and it's enough to make him come, shaking and breathless, all over travis' stomach mere seconds before travis does.
william feels warm all over and it has nothing to do with the fact that it is mid-spring and the gentle breeze outside the window is a sure sign of a summer that's right around the corner. he rests his head on travis' shoulder and receives a kiss on his own. travis pulls the blankets up and moves william to a comfortable position by his side. william's eyes are closed and his breathing is steady but he feels like he's going to pass out so he's trying to save his strength. he has to leave soon, he has to make it home before anyone notices he was gone for so long. he wants to say thank you, thank you for existing, but the words are lost somewhere in the silence between them. he wants to say this is the first time in a long time that he's felt something more than just content, this is the first time in a long time that he's felt happy.
travis kisses his hair and pulls him closer and william can't complain because this is a pretty comfortable place to be. he nuzzles into the crook of travie's neck and kisses the same spot that is now bruised and red. he's too tired and drained to even process all of that now so he closes his eyes and just drifts.
-
when he wakes up, the clock on travis' bedside table says it's 3:00. in short, he's fucked. it takes him a while to find his way around the room in the dark because he is still pretty out of it, but he manages to get his clothes on without waking travis up at all. it's not until he trips over travis' pants while he's rubbing his eyes that he makes enough noise to wake an entire army.
"hey," he hears from the bed. now that his eyes have adjusted, he smiles and goes over, kisses travis on the mouth and whispers a quick hello.
"i gotta run, okay, i really gotta go." william kisses him again but travis pulls him back into bed in protest. "come on, i mean it, i really gotta go." william manages to get out of his grip and sits down on the side of the bed to say a proper goodbye. he knows that the words he wants to say are the stupidest words he can say right now, but he can't help it. something about this whole situation, something about last night and right now feels so right that he doesn't want to deny it. "i'll see you again," he says softly. "i don't know when, i don't know, but i'll-- i'll see you." they kiss once more for good measure and travis grins at him as he leaves, falls back asleep immediately after william locks the front door and makes his way down the stairs.
it's still dark out when he gets outside, which is a plus, but he's been gone for hours and no one knows where to, so he knows there won't be a welcoming party when he gets back. it takes twenty minutes to walk back to the manor and stumble down to the cellar so he can sneak in through the back door and try to play it off like he came in much earlier, but when he shuts the door behind him and locks it, gabriel clears his throat loudly.
he doesn't even hesitate. "where the fuck have you been?" he asks, and william wants to be annoyed with him right now, but he's tried being annoyed at an already annoyed gabe and it just doesn't work out well in the end. "you know the rules," he yells through clenched teeth, "you never spend the night away from the manor."
william takes a deep breath and stares at the floor. "i'm sorry," he whispers, then says it again loudly before gabe can claim he hasn't heard. "i'm sorry, i-- i don't know what happened." he starts to walk away, gets up one step before gabe grabs him by the wrist and pulls him back.
"you ever do that again--" he starts, but william sways on the spot and gabe practically has to catch him before he falls. "when was the last time you had something?" gabe asks him, fingers through his hair and his mouth beside william's ear. william just shrugs. "come upstairs," gabe offers, and half carries him along.
everyone is awake and in the sitting room but gabe takes them up and through the kitchens to avoid a scene, which william has to be thankful for. he doesn't take him to the master bedroom, instead they slip into william's room and both collapse on the bed together. william is cold again, and too weak to function, let alone move. it took all of the energy he had saved by sleeping to get him here, so gabe lifts him up further on the bed and hovers over him, kissing his eyelids.
"come on, gorgeous," he whispers, but william's eyes are closed and he's drifting again. gabe leans over him, cranes his neck so william can get a better angle and isn't at all surprised when william smiles, albeit rather weakly. he helps him with his hands and smiles as well, moans softly and quietly as william licks his neck, pulls him further down and bites.
there's something incredibly intimate in the way william does this, there always has been, especially with gabe. the way he doesn't take too much, isn't too rough. sometimes gabe can get carried away but william never does. he is always gentle, always kind, always takes only as much as he needs. gabe lays down so william can climb on top of him and continue. his lips are stained red and his body is warming up. gabe can feel how hard he is through his jeans but william can't help it now that he has a fresh supply of blood flowing through him, trickling down his chin and back onto gabe's neck. he feels like he is taking too much and starts to pull away but gabe forces him back down. "you need it," he pants, his chest rising and falling too quickly for william to ignore. he pulls away anyway and falls onto gabe's chest.
"it's okay," william says, wiping the blood from gabe's neck with his sleeve. "i'll get it from someone else, i'm not going to drain you completely, you idiot." he licks his lips, eyes closed and thinking of the way gabe and travis taste together. gabe's blood and travis' skin on the tip of his tongue.
william lies down beside gabe and kisses the other side of his neck, wraps his arms around him and sighs. gabe turns on his side and pulls william in for a kiss. "you were my first," gabe says, sad but proud at the same time. "i used to-- i used to want it to be the three of us forever, you know? you have no idea how much i love you, william."
he closes his eyes and william kisses his eyelashes, his nose, his mouth. he tilts gabe's chin up and kisses him deeply, tugs on his bottom lip with sharp teeth and runs his tongue over gabe's. william slides his arm under gabe's neck, wraps both his arms around and presses them together as close as they will go. he places as many quick kisses as he can against gabe's lips to get him to smile and when he finally does william grins as wide as he can in his weakened state. "i love you, gabriel." he never has to say it, but he likes to, because even gabriel saporta needs reassuring sometimes. "without you i am nothing, without you i am just a boy. i love you, i love you. i was the first you ever made and you are the only one i will ever love, only you."
gabe shrugs in this dejected way that truly doesn't suit him. "sometimes i don't know. am i really? you've had so many others over the years." he shrugs again and william can't exactly argue, but he does anyway.
"only because i couldn't have you, silly." and it's true to a certain degree. william is and will forever be gabe's, but gabe was maja's first, and maja demands a certain level of attention. when she wants something, you give it to her, which means that if gabe has to sacrifice time with william, he does. of course, lately, he's had a whole group of people demanding his time be shared evenly among them, and william can't complain because the whole point of their family, of their coven, is that everyone belongs to each other. he doesn't say any of this though, just kisses gabe over and over again, their tongues colliding in a way that is lovely and familiar and distinctly them. "everyone is just a temporary replacement for you, gabriel. i love you, okay, you need to know that will never change." william sighs heavily and somewhere inside him he knows that what he's saying is a lie. "i'll only ever love you," he says, his words serious and final.
gabe wraps them up in the blankets and they both close their eyes. sometimes william can't help but think that gabe knows when he is lying, but this is one of those times where it's unclear. he just settles against gabe's arms and breathes him in, whispers of i love you escaping his lips. gabe kisses his neck and he falls asleep once again.
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he is back at travis' apartment two nights later, having needed some time to recuperate, but he shows up as soon as the sun goes down so they can fuck until midnight and he can get back to the manor without getting asked any suspicious questions. it's not like there are rules strictly forbidding him from seeing someone outside the dandies on a regular basis, but he'd rather not be the reason rules get made, so makes sure they don't get caught.
he manages to keep up a solid alibi by constantly keeping in touch with their daylight contacts. whatever business needs to go through them, william offers to take care of it. he's known them for years so he knows he can trust them to tell whoever asks that he was with them even if he wasn't.
"hey, where were you last night," gabe asks, but this is much different than the first time he stayed out. he and gabe have been like their old selves lately, flirting and giving each other looks that say, plainly, meet me in five minutes. right now they are sharing the shower, gabe's hands wandering around to william's chest to hold him steady. william presses his forehead against the cold tile and smirks.
"let's not mix business with all this pleasure," he breathes, his voice shaky and low. "shaant thought there was a problem with the supply, like we were low or something, but it was just a numbers issue. we stayed up almost all night figuring it out." he scratches at the skin on gabe's arm and kisses his wrist, sucks at the exposed veins there until he can't take it anymore and just bites, laps his tongue at the blood spilling onto the white bathroom tile. gabe has his teeth already sunk into william's neck, drinking with earnest. "fuck," william groans, "fuck me harder." he knows it's silly to think but he often wonders if gabe can read his thoughts like in those cheesy vampire movies, or harry potter. if he could, he'd know that william was with travis again last night and the night before and every night he's been away from the manor for the past three months. he would know that william still has the taste of travis' cum in his mouth and that, mingling with gabe's blood, is enough to keep him hard.
it's never been a problem for gabe to keep william pleased, but recently, william likes to think about gabe and travis together; about the way travis' hands feel on him, the way gabe's teeth feel against his neck. he likes to think of travis deep inside him, and gabe running through his veins.
recently, he and gabe like to sneak off when gabe should be with maja and pretend it's just them, but william likes to pretend it's them and travis-- not quite part of their life, but present in william's every thought.
william can continue to be with gabe during the day and travis at night and when he comes in too late or doesn't let anyone know where he is, he calls up shaant or jeff or leaves a message on their machine to cover for him. most of the time it doesn't involve much of a bribe; shaant enjoys fine wines and fruit baskets but he settles for iou's and i love you's or just plain thank you's.
it's a good system, one that he explains to travis as illusively as possible-- he says that due to an increase of gang activity in the area, gabriel and maja (who travis has guessed are adoptive parents to a bunch of lost boys and girls, which william has to force himself not to laugh at whenever it is brought up) have imposed a midnight curfew, which is of course silly seeing as william is twenty one, but rules are rules.
travis doesn't find out about anything until exactly six months after the day they met, which william makes a big deal about. he insists they stay in and cook dinner (william has been claiming that he's a vegetarian to avoid being sick), watch the lost boys and celebrate their six month anniversary the same way they started these six months-- by making love all night, only this time they can do it to my chemical romance.
travis finds out because they fall asleep and when william wakes up, his fingers are red and blistered and his skin feels like it's going to fall off. thankfully travis sleeps like a rock so in the ten minutes while he panics, violently pulls the curtains shut and hides, curled up in a lanky, thin limbed ball in the darkest corner of the room, his hand heals like it was never burned to begin with. still, it's eight in the morning and the sun is high in the sky.
when travis wakes up, thanks to william's noisy squirming and whimpers from the corner of the room, he looks more amused than confused. "i'm a vampire," william spits out, and regrets it immediately, covering his mouth with his hand.
"yeah and i'm the fuckin tooth fairy," travis yawns. "get your scrawny ass back in bed."
william rushes over to him and pulls the covers off so he can't get comfortable. "you don't understand, travis!" he yells, and is glad that travie doesn't have roommates because they would think he's a lunatic. "i'm a fucking vampire. i suck blood, i can't die of natural causes, i've been alive for two hundred and fourteen years, seven months, three weeks and five days, and sunlight kills me!" he throws his arms up in defeat when all travie does is stare at him blankly and decides to just show him.
he hides behind the curtain but pulls a bit back and sticks his hand out, gritting his teeth and preparing himself. he winces when the light touches his skin again and watches it sizzle, the longer he holds it out, the worse the burn gets. travis stares in awe for a moment, then, realizing what is going on, gets out of bed and closes the curtains, gingerly reaching out for william's hand. he inspects the burn and seems to note that it is already getting better but that a few seconds ago it would have definitely classified as third degree. william stares at his bare feet and breathes slowly. travis says, "i'm fuckin a fuckin vampire."
"what am i gonna do?" william asks him, as if travis has any answers, but both of them are lost on what to do right now.
travis is still holding his hand when he goes back to the bed and sits down, dragging william with him. "i'm in love with a fuckin vampire," he sighs, clears his throat and shakes his head. "and it's mother fuckin sunny outside."
william doesn't even care about the sun right now, he blinks somewhat ridiculously and nudges travis in the side. "you're in love with me?" he grins, and travis nods, sighing even though he's also smiling. "i'm pretty in love with you too." he doesn't know what he's going to do about gabe and maja or what he's going to do about the uv rays that are threatening his life at the moment, he just rests his chin on travis' shoulder and pouts. "what does this mean for us?" he asks, soft and childlike. "what's going to happen to us?"
travis looks at him and grins. "you silly boy," he scoffs. "you're a vampire, that's kinda hot, and it does explain a fuckin lot." he kisses william's nose and shakes his head. "give me like an hour or something to process all of this?" william nods and then suddenly, he has an idea.
"i need to use your phone," he says, and darts out of the room before travis even has time to answer. he calls shaant and says, frantically into the phone, "timothy, i need you to pick me up like, now!"
"eugene, what the fuck are you doing out of the manor?" he asks, voice quiet and worried on the other line. "okay forget about that, does the building have a basement, like a parking garage or something-- fuck gabe's gonna kill you."
"fuck gabe, maja's gonna be furious." william gives shaant all the details he needs and waits with travis until he comes. they don't do much talking, just sit in the dark silence and wait and when shaant honks the beat of some random pop song, travis grabs william's wrist, pulls him down and kisses him.
"i love you," is all he says, and william smiles sweetly at him, racing downstairs to the basement to meet shaant.
when william gets into the back of the van, maja is sitting cross legged beside gabe and shaant looks like he's already heard the worst of it. he and william exchange glances which clearly say, i'm sorry and, no really, i should be sorry, and he turns his attention to gabe who offers a weak smile.
"did you really think i didn't know?" maja asks, her accent still thick despite how long she's been living here. "did you really think you could keep it from me, all these months, that i wouldn't figure you out?" they come to a stop and jeff comes around to open the back door. gabe and maja leave, william following them. "leave us," maja orders, and william catches a glimpse of a sympathetic smile from shaant before the door closes again. she waits until they are inside, until the cellar door is locked and the van has driven away before turning to william and slapping him, hard, across the face.
gabe makes a movement like he is going to do something but is stopped by the mere look on maja's face.
"if he comes near you," she whispers, walking up to william so he can hear her clearly, "if he tries to see you again, i'll kill him." she waits for a response but neither william nor gabe are stupid enough to say anything right now. "how dare you tell him about us, you insolent child, how dare you!" she grabs him by his shirt and pulls him down. "if you go to him, i will chain you to the gates and leave you there until the sun rises. do you understand me?"
william nods and says a stiff, hollow, "yes." she lets go and storms upstairs leaving him alone with gabe, who rushes to his side and kisses his hair when he falls, a crumpled heap of worry and heartache.
"it's okay, william, you're okay." gabe shushes william's repeated apologies, kisses his hair, his eyes, anything his lips can touch and holds him tightly in his arms. "do you love him?" he asks, and william nods slowly. "does he love you?" again, william nods and gabe sighs somewhat heavily, but smiles. "we'll figure something out," he says, pulling william away from him so he can look at him. "but whatever happens, just know i will always be here for you."
william nods, smiles weakly and kisses gabe in the corner of his mouth. he thinks this whole thing might end badly but if gabe says it'll be okay, he has to believe him.
--
the reason i wrote the first part in past tense and the rest in present is because the first part felt sort of like when you're watching a movie and your friend basically tells you the plot so you're not confused and then goes, "okay let's just watch it so you can see for yourself." you pretty much know what happens already but you have to read / watch to figure out how it happens.
i have all these different things half written (warped tour fic, honda civic tour fic, gabe is a jealous slut fic, maja joins the boy's club fic) but i got severe writer's block and couldn't concentrate on anything other than beating myself over the head with everything i could find to try and get my creativity back.
and then when it finally came back i went and wrote about fucking vampires.
vampires who are totally cool, by the way. and who have so much sex, wow. i basically laughed hysterically through most of this thing. i blush whenever i write sex scenes. i truly, honestly have never loved writing anything the way i loved writing this.
pete is in part two! also, let's not get technical with the vampire stuff, i'm not anne rice
continue to part two!