Snippet: Charlie/Will/Book

I don't have any book porn icons or food porn icons, that is just sad. But I've been pretty good about my writing lately, and I want a reward. Which means of course writing a snippet for funsies for someone else. dlasta requested some Charlie/Will (who still need a title, and I'm thinking something cheesy like Where There's A Will, but omg is that bad) so um, here:

Disclaimer: This was written late and in commentfic form so I apologize for any mistakes or any crackiness that might appear.



Dropping Jeanine off at the airport after work meant getting stuck in the tail end of rush hour traffic, so by the time Charlie finally got home he was tired and starving and shaky from the stress he still got in crazy driving conditions. He just hoped Will had taken care of himself for dinner, because he was in no mood to cook or to wait while Will got something; he'd just grab something leftover and maybe a beer and hopefully pass out on the couch.

At least it was Friday so he didn't have to get up too early in the morning or run around tomorrow. He could just kick back and relax.

There hadn't been any messages from Will on his phone, but Will has said he might go out tonight, so it was possible he was gone. The apartment was certainly quiet as he let himself in. The kitchen light was on but not the lights in the living room, so Charlie put down his bag on the counter and pulled out his phone.

He frowned a little to see no messages. Will was probably distracted by something, but he'd call before long.

With a sigh at finding himself alone for a little longer, Charlie grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed to the bedroom to change out of his work clothes.

The bedroom light was clearly on, and he stopped before he reached the doorway to stare inside. His heart kicked a little to see the outline of Will in bed. He instantly thought of a dozen possible scenarios, none of them good, his anxiety taking over for a second as he imagined Will too sick to call him, or Will hurt somehow. Then he heard the sound of paper moving against paper and took in the rest of the scene Will presented and felt his cheeks grow warm with embarrassment.

He moved silently to the doorway, aware without really thinking about it that he didn't want to disturb Will before he had a chance to fully take in what he was seeing.

Will was sitting on the bed, partly curled onto one side with his legs under him and his back to the headboard. He was wearing jeans and the old t-shirt with FCUK written across the chest and the holes in it that he wore to clean. Though he would never have worn clothes dirtied from housework into bed. Charlie frowned for a moment at that and then studied Will's feet. His toes were wiggling slightly inside his socks, as though he heard music though he wasn't listening to any.

Sam was next to him, curled up with one leg in the air as he licked himself. He flicked his ears in Charlie's direction but didn't otherwise react to his presence. Like Will, he didn't seem aware that Charlie was there. Charlie wasn't sure he minded, though he took another silent step closer as he considered Will again.

Will had a book propped up in his lap and was staring down at it with the puzzled stare he usually reserved for children and cookbooks, as though he didn't understand them, but he wished he could. He pulled his lower lip into his mouth as he turned the page, and then exhaled as though whatever he read on the next page was a relief.

But stranger than seeing Will reading was seeing Will reading while wearing the set of glasses Charlie had recently gotten on doctor's orders for when he was using the computer. They had thick, plain black frames and Will had despaired upon seeing them, chiding Charlie for buying the most boring pair of glasses imaginable and then for assuming that Will would be bothered to see him in glasses, though how Will had known that Charlie had been worried was something Charlie no longer questioned.

After two years it was better simply to sigh and nod and let Will scold him for a while before kissing him all over to assure him he looked quite handsome in his new glasses.

He knew he didn't, but he was willing to go along with Will's fiction.

Will on the other hand, managed to make the glasses look good. Maybe it was the unique cut of his hair or its shining color or just how they looked next to his warm skin and pink mouth, but the glasses suited him.

Charlie hadn't known Will had needed glasses, but then he doubted Will had either until he'd picked up a book and started to read it. Which was something else that suited him.

He still felt warm as he moved forward, sticking his beer down somewhere and wincing when the sound made Will look up.

"Oh my God, Charlie!" Will bounced in place and then turned for a moment as though not sure whether to hide the book or tear off the glasses. When Charlie just stared at him he finally sat back and offered him a sheepish smile.

"What time is it? Is it late? Are you hungry? How was Jeanine, her flight take off okay? Sam ran out of food so I went to the store."

"Will." Charlie had to cut him off or he'd go on forever. He sat down on the edge of the bed close to Will's feet. Sam, wise cat that he was, got up, stretched, and jumped down to the floor. Charlie barely took a moment to watch him go.

"It was sitting out and I was dusting and I don't know why but something about it looked interesting." Will closed the book before Charlie could object, but he kept his fingers on his page. Charlie smiled and Will paused as though slightly taken aback by that. He continued in a slower, more suspicious tone.

"It's not a big deal or anything, you know. It's just a book. I do read."

"I know." Charlie agreed. When he did read, Will mostly glanced through nonfiction biographies of his old Hollywood stars. He looked down at the book again, and then back up at Will. He had to clear his throat to speak. "What do you think of it?"

Will gave him another an odd look but then his natural enthusiasm got the best of him.

"You know, it's not bad. It's actually kind of good. Not what I thought it would be, but really interesting once you get passed the beginning. Um." He paused again. "I've seen the movies of course, but this is different."

Charlie glanced down at the title then back up. He shifted to be a little closer.

"He's all alone and not exactly moody, but it's kind of sexy when it isn't totally offensive. He's got tension with practically everyone. I'm not sure the mystery makes sense though, but I'm not done so who knows."

"You know," he went on, of course he would, and Charlie put a hand on his foot. Will wiggled his toes for him. "When I think of him, I tend to think of Bogie and then I think about you, remember--" He stopped and gave Charlie a long, thoughtful look. Charlie quickly looked up.

Will knew him too well for Charlie to pretend innocence. He simply kept still and stared back, aware that he was flushed and that would tell Will everything.

"Well," Will continued after a moment. His voice was soft. "This does it for you huh?"

Charlie coughed. "Yes."

"You and your weird kinks that I have yet to discover." Will licked his bottom lip and didn't hide his smile. "Is it the glasses or the book? So I know for the future."

The idea of a future, of seeing this again, had Charlie's blood pumping. He slid his hand up past Will's sock, under his jeans to touch his bare skin, and Will instantly spread his legs apart and sat back to let Charlie get closer. Then he moved like he was going to toss the book on the bed.

He stopped when Charlie shook his head.

"No?" Will wasn't so amused anymore. Not with Charlie's other hand already at his fly.

"Keep reading if you want to." Charlie's voice was embarrassingly gravelly but Will's eyes closed as though he didn't mind. He wet his lower lip again and pulled the book back. He opened it in the next second, sweetly obedient and willing to play along and so utterly beautiful in Charlie's glasses.

Those he left on without asking permission. Charlie kissed his knee.

"Are you serious?" Will exhaled in delight. "Of course you are, you dirty bitch." He stretched, pushing out with his feet when Charlie pulled down his zipper and gasping when Charlie pushed up his t-shirt. "Out loud?" he wondered in the next second, so unbelievably good that Charlie couldn't even answer. He just rewarded him, sucking a wet patch through his briefs until Will's cock grew fat and hard under his tongue.

He lifted his hips for more and Charlie forgot about feeling tired, or hungry, and just focused on that smooth voice, slowly, hesitantly, skipping over words as Will started to read aloud, and the salty taste of pre-come in his mouth, and the hard throb of his own cock as Will stumbled over and then forgot his words, because Charlie was blowing his mind.


aaaaand there should be porn there or something but I'm tired and I gotta go to bed now. Damn it all. TBC...maybe...