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Title: Simplicity
Pairing: Will/Skandar (as if you don't know by now)
Rating: G
Skandar wakes with a jolt. He is cold and covered in a thin sheen of sweat; this is the fourth night in a row that he's had a nightmare. He soon realises that someone else is in the bed. Will is holding him close, rubbing his back and stroking his hair, soothing the boy. Skandar wonders briefly why on earth Will is in his bed, but inches closer as if to absorb the warmth form Will's body and is soon asleep.
***
When Skandar wakes the next morning, Will is already gone. He showers and dresses as he ponders last night's encounter with his best friend, puzzled. Will could be a bit eccentric at times, but this was very out of the box. Skandar isn't upset, just curious. When he steps out of the elevator into the hotel lobby he can see Will sitting, one leg crossed over the other, in an armchair listening to his iPod.
Just what I expected, he thinks to himself.
"There you are," says Will, rising. "I was going to go get you in another ten minutes."
"Will..." Skandar begins, but Will is too distracted. Or just evading.
"Come on," the older boy says, taking Skandar's arm. "We need to get to the set."
Skandar has always felt awkward talking in the presence of a driver, so the car ride is filled with their usual talk of the day ahead. A couple of times, Skandar attempts to give Will inquisitive looks, but either Will is ignoring him or is oblivious.
***
The morning is spent working on a rather tedious dialogue scene, and Skandar takes advantage of a short break to talk to Will.
"Will, what was that last night?"
Will is sipping from a bottle of water. "You had another bad dream." Will says it as if it's the most obvious and simple explanation in the world and claps Skandar on the back. "Skan, I have to use the toilet, I'll be right back."
By the time Will is back, the break is over.
This is getting rediculous.
***
During lunch, Skandar takes Anna aside. Anna always has the best advice. He explains the situation and asks what the hell she makes of Will's odd behaviour.
"Well, I'd say it's fairly obvious," Anna says. "He likes you."
"What? But...we're friends." Best friends.
Anna is patient. "I know, but perhaps Will wants it to be more than that."
Skandar is visibly surprised. Honestly, he hadn't expected this.
"Consider it" Anna says significantly before joining the others, where Will is entertaining Gerogie and Ben with some sort of epic anecdote, complete with exaggerated faces and hand motions.
***
Back in their hotel room that evening, Skandar quietly retrieves his shower things and a pair of boxers from a suitcase.
Will has put some music on. The song is "Better" by Regina Spektor, if he's not mistaken.
In a town where blood ties are only blood
If you never say your name out loud to anyone
They can never ever call you by it
If I kiss you where it's sore
If I kiss you where it's sore
Will you feel better, better, better
Will you feel anything at all
Will you feel better, better, better
Will you feel anything at all
You're getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder
And I don't understand, and I don't understand
But if I kiss you where it's sore
If I kiss you where it's sore
Will you feel better, better, better
"Skandar?" Will is standing right behind him. Will, taking the objects from Skandar and laying them carelessly on the bed, is finally going to talk. He takes Skandar's hand in his own and holds it down low, swinging slightly as if it's perfectly usual and Skandar has to focus on keeping his breathing regular. The warmth of Will's skin travels through his whole body, as if he's being bathed in sunlight.
"Skandar," Will says again. "You're my best friend. You are the most important person in the world to me."
Skandar's is hyperaware of his blushing cheeks and of Will's strong ,yet gentle hand holding his own.
Oh, God.
At the sound of words which Will's melodic deep voice produces, Skandar feels a sense of comfort come over him that feels new and familiar at the same time.
"I love you in so many ways," Will continues, now playing with the fringe of his green scarf as he stares at the floor. "Have you ever heard 'Lust is when you love what you see, but love is when you lust for what's inside?' Well, I guess that's how I feel about you."
Skandar left speechless and expressionless, as if unable to absorb what he's just heard. This whole tme, Will is still looking at his feet. Skandar lifts Will's chin with a finger and brushes their lips together. Will's eyes flutter and they both kiss through a smile.
Pairing: Will/Skandar (as if you don't know by now)
Rating: G
Skandar wakes with a jolt. He is cold and covered in a thin sheen of sweat; this is the fourth night in a row that he's had a nightmare. He soon realises that someone else is in the bed. Will is holding him close, rubbing his back and stroking his hair, soothing the boy. Skandar wonders briefly why on earth Will is in his bed, but inches closer as if to absorb the warmth form Will's body and is soon asleep.
***
When Skandar wakes the next morning, Will is already gone. He showers and dresses as he ponders last night's encounter with his best friend, puzzled. Will could be a bit eccentric at times, but this was very out of the box. Skandar isn't upset, just curious. When he steps out of the elevator into the hotel lobby he can see Will sitting, one leg crossed over the other, in an armchair listening to his iPod.
Just what I expected, he thinks to himself.
"There you are," says Will, rising. "I was going to go get you in another ten minutes."
"Will..." Skandar begins, but Will is too distracted. Or just evading.
"Come on," the older boy says, taking Skandar's arm. "We need to get to the set."
Skandar has always felt awkward talking in the presence of a driver, so the car ride is filled with their usual talk of the day ahead. A couple of times, Skandar attempts to give Will inquisitive looks, but either Will is ignoring him or is oblivious.
***
The morning is spent working on a rather tedious dialogue scene, and Skandar takes advantage of a short break to talk to Will.
"Will, what was that last night?"
Will is sipping from a bottle of water. "You had another bad dream." Will says it as if it's the most obvious and simple explanation in the world and claps Skandar on the back. "Skan, I have to use the toilet, I'll be right back."
By the time Will is back, the break is over.
This is getting rediculous.
***
During lunch, Skandar takes Anna aside. Anna always has the best advice. He explains the situation and asks what the hell she makes of Will's odd behaviour.
"Well, I'd say it's fairly obvious," Anna says. "He likes you."
"What? But...we're friends." Best friends.
Anna is patient. "I know, but perhaps Will wants it to be more than that."
Skandar is visibly surprised. Honestly, he hadn't expected this.
"Consider it" Anna says significantly before joining the others, where Will is entertaining Gerogie and Ben with some sort of epic anecdote, complete with exaggerated faces and hand motions.
***
Back in their hotel room that evening, Skandar quietly retrieves his shower things and a pair of boxers from a suitcase.
Will has put some music on. The song is "Better" by Regina Spektor, if he's not mistaken.
In a town where blood ties are only blood
If you never say your name out loud to anyone
They can never ever call you by it
If I kiss you where it's sore
If I kiss you where it's sore
Will you feel better, better, better
Will you feel anything at all
Will you feel better, better, better
Will you feel anything at all
You're getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder
And I don't understand, and I don't understand
But if I kiss you where it's sore
If I kiss you where it's sore
Will you feel better, better, better
"Skandar?" Will is standing right behind him. Will, taking the objects from Skandar and laying them carelessly on the bed, is finally going to talk. He takes Skandar's hand in his own and holds it down low, swinging slightly as if it's perfectly usual and Skandar has to focus on keeping his breathing regular. The warmth of Will's skin travels through his whole body, as if he's being bathed in sunlight.
"Skandar," Will says again. "You're my best friend. You are the most important person in the world to me."
Skandar's is hyperaware of his blushing cheeks and of Will's strong ,yet gentle hand holding his own.
Oh, God.
At the sound of words which Will's melodic deep voice produces, Skandar feels a sense of comfort come over him that feels new and familiar at the same time.
"I love you in so many ways," Will continues, now playing with the fringe of his green scarf as he stares at the floor. "Have you ever heard 'Lust is when you love what you see, but love is when you lust for what's inside?' Well, I guess that's how I feel about you."
Skandar left speechless and expressionless, as if unable to absorb what he's just heard. This whole tme, Will is still looking at his feet. Skandar lifts Will's chin with a finger and brushes their lips together. Will's eyes flutter and they both kiss through a smile.