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salmon_pink) wrote2014-10-21 07:27 pm
salmon_pink) wrote2014-10-21 07:27 pm
(Once Upon A Time) Down The Bottom Of A Glass
Title: Down The Bottom Of A Glass
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Will/Jefferson
Rating: PG-13
Words: 498
Timeline: Pre-Once Upon A Time In Wonderland
Notes: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writers_choice, prompt "reunion".
The Rabbit Hole is loud as always, full of Storybrooke’s not-so-finest trying to drown their sorrows. Will’s been propping up the bar for a least an hour when a familiar voice murmurs in his ear, “Hello, Knave.”
Will sighs down into his pint. “Bloody hell,” he mutters, turning to glare at Jefferson’s smirk.
The other man looks more well-kept than Will remembers. Less pale, shorter hair, that haunted look in his eyes lessened. “Is that any way to greet an old friend?”
“Good to see you, old friend,” Will replies, the last word hissed like an insult, but Jefferson just laughs, pressing into Will’s personal space. “What do you want, Hatter?”
Something flickers across Jefferson’s face then, but it’s gone in an instant, and Will’s drunk enough that he’s content to pretend he imagined it. “Just thought perhaps you’d rather not drink alone.”
“Well, you thought wrong,” Will snorts, staring down into his near-empty glass. “Don’t you have a daughter you should be simpering over?”
Jefferson’s smile gets broader, sharper. “You’ve been checking up on me, Knave?”
Will shrugs, staring out across the bar. “Just enough to know about your stupidly big house in the woods.”
Jefferson regards him thoughtfully. “I’m surprised you haven’t tried to rob me yet.”
Will fixes him with a level stare. “Maybe I just didn’t want to risk seeing you.”
He lets Jefferson take the glass from his hand and drain the last of his beer. “Well, Grace is at a friend’s place for the night,” he says, the smirk gone now, his eyes intent. “I’ve got that stupidly big house all to myself.”
Going home with Jefferson is beyond stupid. But Will’s had just enough to drink that stupid is exactly what he’s in the mood for.
The house is even more disgusting ostentatious inside, and a part of Will’s brain that never quite shuts up is telling him to keep an eye out for things he can slip into his pocket when he leaves. But the rest of him is too distracted by the way Jefferson kisses him, steering Will backwards through too-long corridors by the hands gripping the collar of Will’s jacket.
The bed is bloody huge, the mattress the perfect shade of firm when Jefferson shoves him down against it. He watches as Jefferson pulls his shirt over his head in one hurried movement, and then he’s pressing down, pushing Will back against the sheets.
He’s going to hate himself for this in the morning. But he’ll hate himself anyway, and at least Jefferson gets it. He knows how Wonderland can mess up a person’s head, and his weight feels so damn good. Hips rolling together, Will’s hand on Jefferson’s arse, teeth at his ear as he bucks up against that solid heat.
Will’s spent so many nights alone, and this won’t fill that empty hole in his chest. But the slide of Jefferson’s lips has him feeling something, and that’s more than Will’s had in a long time.
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Will/Jefferson
Rating: PG-13
Words: 498
Timeline: Pre-Once Upon A Time In Wonderland
Notes: For
writers_choice, prompt "reunion".The Rabbit Hole is loud as always, full of Storybrooke’s not-so-finest trying to drown their sorrows. Will’s been propping up the bar for a least an hour when a familiar voice murmurs in his ear, “Hello, Knave.”
Will sighs down into his pint. “Bloody hell,” he mutters, turning to glare at Jefferson’s smirk.
The other man looks more well-kept than Will remembers. Less pale, shorter hair, that haunted look in his eyes lessened. “Is that any way to greet an old friend?”
“Good to see you, old friend,” Will replies, the last word hissed like an insult, but Jefferson just laughs, pressing into Will’s personal space. “What do you want, Hatter?”
Something flickers across Jefferson’s face then, but it’s gone in an instant, and Will’s drunk enough that he’s content to pretend he imagined it. “Just thought perhaps you’d rather not drink alone.”
“Well, you thought wrong,” Will snorts, staring down into his near-empty glass. “Don’t you have a daughter you should be simpering over?”
Jefferson’s smile gets broader, sharper. “You’ve been checking up on me, Knave?”
Will shrugs, staring out across the bar. “Just enough to know about your stupidly big house in the woods.”
Jefferson regards him thoughtfully. “I’m surprised you haven’t tried to rob me yet.”
Will fixes him with a level stare. “Maybe I just didn’t want to risk seeing you.”
He lets Jefferson take the glass from his hand and drain the last of his beer. “Well, Grace is at a friend’s place for the night,” he says, the smirk gone now, his eyes intent. “I’ve got that stupidly big house all to myself.”
Going home with Jefferson is beyond stupid. But Will’s had just enough to drink that stupid is exactly what he’s in the mood for.
The house is even more disgusting ostentatious inside, and a part of Will’s brain that never quite shuts up is telling him to keep an eye out for things he can slip into his pocket when he leaves. But the rest of him is too distracted by the way Jefferson kisses him, steering Will backwards through too-long corridors by the hands gripping the collar of Will’s jacket.
The bed is bloody huge, the mattress the perfect shade of firm when Jefferson shoves him down against it. He watches as Jefferson pulls his shirt over his head in one hurried movement, and then he’s pressing down, pushing Will back against the sheets.
He’s going to hate himself for this in the morning. But he’ll hate himself anyway, and at least Jefferson gets it. He knows how Wonderland can mess up a person’s head, and his weight feels so damn good. Hips rolling together, Will’s hand on Jefferson’s arse, teeth at his ear as he bucks up against that solid heat.
Will’s spent so many nights alone, and this won’t fill that empty hole in his chest. But the slide of Jefferson’s lips has him feeling something, and that’s more than Will’s had in a long time.