"The Way You Move", Prince William/Prince Harry, PG
Title: The Way You Move
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Prince William/Prince Harry
Rating: PG
Warnings: Incest, real person slash. Angst?
Summary: Just a ficlet about the after-party of the Diana concert. Harry confronts William about his 'getting back together' with Kate.
A/N: I read about William and Kate dancing together at the after-party of the concert (information here), and it gave me a plot bunny. First time writing these two, but I liked it, so expect more.
Harry drinks too much as he watches them, emptying glass after glass and not even caring if it means the paparazzi are going to end up with more photos of him stumbling drunkenly down the street. He spends a lot of the night kissing Chelsy but not really meaning it, and he always pulls away from her too soon to scan the dancefloor for William and Kate. Every time he looks, they're pressed up against each other in the middle of the crowd, and Harry knows that tomorrow, when the press are choosing adjectives to describe their dancing, they're going to go with something like 'steamy' or 'seductive'.
They headed for the dancefloor when that Bodyrockers song started-'I Like The Way You Move'-and Harry wasn't surprised because that's 'their song'. They'd been attached at the hip for most of the party anyway. He can't complain, he can't do anything. He can't even be jealous because he's such a hypocrite, sitting here wrapped around Chelsy like she's the only thing he cares about.
He can't stop thinking about his brother.
Eventually they manage to slip away together and find somewhere private. It's nearing 4am. Chelsy's somewhere else in the club with some friends, and Kate's already gone home, and Harry can't help but be thankful William didn't disappear off with her. William looks at him, quiet and contemplative, before asking, "What's wrong?"
Harry doesn't know how to answer the question, besides with the obvious "Everything." He swallows, then takes William's hands in his. "Do I get a dance, as well, then?"
William makes a choking sound that could be a laugh. "What?" he splutters.
"Kate," says Harry simply, his mouth falling into a thin, angry line as he waits for William's response.
"Harry, you know Kate and I are together," William says tiredly, and Harry knows the next line out of his mouth is going to be we've-been-through-this-before, so he cuts him off before he can say it.
"Yeah, so what are we?"
William doesn't say anything. Then, with a long sigh, he reaches out and wraps his arms around Harry's waist, pulling him closer. They can still hear the music from here, though to them it's just a throbbing beat, and Harry presses closer to his brother, feeling the familiar heat of their bodies and the pounding of their hearts. They move awkwardly together, not like Wills and Kate at all, and Harry tries desperately for them to find a rhythm but it just won't happen. He blinks back some threatening tears.
"I miss her," he murmurs quietly, brokenly, not needing to say who for William to understand.
William holds him tighter. "I know," he whispers, breath hot against Harry's ear. "Me too. Today was good though, yeah? What she would've wanted."
Harry has heard that so many times in the past few weeks, but when he hears William say it now he almost can't take it. A tear rolls down his cheek and another one follows.
"Hey," says William softly, drawing back and wiping the tears away with the pad of his thumb. Harry feels like he's seven years old and he's grazed his knees playing football; he feels like a little boy again with his big brother trying to make things better. "We said no crying today, remember?"
Harry nods and forces a smile. "Uh huh," he says. William smiles back at him, and Harry almost hates him for being so strong all the time, being able to do all of this-planning the concert and the party, everything-without letting himself break down. It's too hard for Harry to bring up all the memories and think about her so much again. He's tried his best, but that's all he can do, and William will always do better.
On an impulse, he pulls William back to him again and presses their mouths together. His hands claw at the back of William's shirt, pulling it loose from his trousers and feeling the hot skin underneath. He parts his lips, trying to get William to kiss him back, but William resists and then, finally, pushes him away.
"Harry," he says quietly, his tone stern and severe, "It's her birthday."
Harry bites his lip hard and then nods. "Yes," he says firmly, turning his back on his brother. "Okay." Without looking back, he adds, "Let's go. I'm tired."
He goes to find Chelsy. He stays glued to her side and doesn't say a word to William all the way home.
Author: likecharity
Pairing: Prince William/Prince Harry
Rating: PG
Warnings: Incest, real person slash. Angst?
Summary: Just a ficlet about the after-party of the Diana concert. Harry confronts William about his 'getting back together' with Kate.
A/N: I read about William and Kate dancing together at the after-party of the concert (information here), and it gave me a plot bunny. First time writing these two, but I liked it, so expect more.
Harry drinks too much as he watches them, emptying glass after glass and not even caring if it means the paparazzi are going to end up with more photos of him stumbling drunkenly down the street. He spends a lot of the night kissing Chelsy but not really meaning it, and he always pulls away from her too soon to scan the dancefloor for William and Kate. Every time he looks, they're pressed up against each other in the middle of the crowd, and Harry knows that tomorrow, when the press are choosing adjectives to describe their dancing, they're going to go with something like 'steamy' or 'seductive'.
They headed for the dancefloor when that Bodyrockers song started-'I Like The Way You Move'-and Harry wasn't surprised because that's 'their song'. They'd been attached at the hip for most of the party anyway. He can't complain, he can't do anything. He can't even be jealous because he's such a hypocrite, sitting here wrapped around Chelsy like she's the only thing he cares about.
He can't stop thinking about his brother.
Eventually they manage to slip away together and find somewhere private. It's nearing 4am. Chelsy's somewhere else in the club with some friends, and Kate's already gone home, and Harry can't help but be thankful William didn't disappear off with her. William looks at him, quiet and contemplative, before asking, "What's wrong?"
Harry doesn't know how to answer the question, besides with the obvious "Everything." He swallows, then takes William's hands in his. "Do I get a dance, as well, then?"
William makes a choking sound that could be a laugh. "What?" he splutters.
"Kate," says Harry simply, his mouth falling into a thin, angry line as he waits for William's response.
"Harry, you know Kate and I are together," William says tiredly, and Harry knows the next line out of his mouth is going to be we've-been-through-this-before, so he cuts him off before he can say it.
"Yeah, so what are we?"
William doesn't say anything. Then, with a long sigh, he reaches out and wraps his arms around Harry's waist, pulling him closer. They can still hear the music from here, though to them it's just a throbbing beat, and Harry presses closer to his brother, feeling the familiar heat of their bodies and the pounding of their hearts. They move awkwardly together, not like Wills and Kate at all, and Harry tries desperately for them to find a rhythm but it just won't happen. He blinks back some threatening tears.
"I miss her," he murmurs quietly, brokenly, not needing to say who for William to understand.
William holds him tighter. "I know," he whispers, breath hot against Harry's ear. "Me too. Today was good though, yeah? What she would've wanted."
Harry has heard that so many times in the past few weeks, but when he hears William say it now he almost can't take it. A tear rolls down his cheek and another one follows.
"Hey," says William softly, drawing back and wiping the tears away with the pad of his thumb. Harry feels like he's seven years old and he's grazed his knees playing football; he feels like a little boy again with his big brother trying to make things better. "We said no crying today, remember?"
Harry nods and forces a smile. "Uh huh," he says. William smiles back at him, and Harry almost hates him for being so strong all the time, being able to do all of this-planning the concert and the party, everything-without letting himself break down. It's too hard for Harry to bring up all the memories and think about her so much again. He's tried his best, but that's all he can do, and William will always do better.
On an impulse, he pulls William back to him again and presses their mouths together. His hands claw at the back of William's shirt, pulling it loose from his trousers and feeling the hot skin underneath. He parts his lips, trying to get William to kiss him back, but William resists and then, finally, pushes him away.
"Harry," he says quietly, his tone stern and severe, "It's her birthday."
Harry bites his lip hard and then nods. "Yes," he says firmly, turning his back on his brother. "Okay." Without looking back, he adds, "Let's go. I'm tired."
He goes to find Chelsy. He stays glued to her side and doesn't say a word to William all the way home.