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Tweak says, "don't u want somebody to love?"

O | M | E | N (get_stabby) wrote in x_flashback_x,
@ 2009-01-17 03:21:00

Entry tags:

omen, torrent

Who: Torrent & Omen
When: 2005 - 2007
Where: Xavier's / Multiple Locations
What: backdated tidbits
Status: in progress
Rating: PG-13

SATURDAY, AUGUST 13TH, 2005 - AGES 22 & 24

He wasn't sure why they still came to these places. It wasn't until they started offering special several-course meals and deals for couples that Troy found the Applebee's and TGI Friday's worthwhile. Back before he and Will were together, they'd come for the fact that these places were open late, allowed smoking and usually had some giggling tables of women having 'girls' nights!'. The past several months had been spent figuring out their new dynamic. It was different for he and Will adjusting to a different relationship being thrown in their mix. And weirder than one or the other adjusting to a third person either of them might have started dating. No, they were 'dating' each other now. It still felt like they were just chillin' together, to Troy, but he wasn't sure how Will felt. Of course he loved Will... loved touching him, being around him, talking with him. But the fundamentals hadn't changed. Now instead of kicking each other under the table (all the time), sometimes they were knockin' boots. Troy had long since quit smoking (mostly), so they were seated in the boring section and awaiting their entrees. He took a long drink from his Rolling Rock and leaned on the table before locking eyes with Will. "This is the first time in a while we've busted out."

"Yeah I know, feels good to get over the wall." Will wasn't a big fan of these types of restaurants but Troy had mentioned TGI Friday's, so here they sat. It's not like Will was angry or annoyed, he was going to get his food and time alone with Troy. That's what was important anyway, time with Troy. Will just preferred a less bar-like atmosphere. If he wanted to go to a bar, he'd go to a bar... Not Friday's. Will swept his leg under the table and caught Troy's, holding their legs locked for a moment. "How can you drink Rolling Rock?" They'd had this discussion before but Will still hated the taste of it. And if Troy was drinking one, Will would probably taste it later. God that was still weird to get used to. You're not supposed to care what kind of beer your buddy is drinking because you'll want to kiss him later. But they were more than buddies now, weren't they? "You just like it cause it's watered down." Jab!

"I like it 'cause the bottle looks badass." He cracked a smirk and then pushed the empty toward the edge of the table. He'd ordered a Coke moments before and planned to finish his meal with that. It was always a debate who was going to drive, and Troy liked to be an option for driver. Though, a six-pack of Rolling Rock would hardly put a dent in him. Will was right - it was watered down. Under the table, Troy lifted and dropped his leg a few times as he rubbed it against Will's, then gave a sigh. "I'm already full," his cheeks puffed out and he tilted his head back. They'd gotten some wings and a mondo-sized nacho to share for appetizers. "You'll be eatin' my dinner later." He prophesized. When the waitress returned, their dinner was in tow on a tray, as well as drink refills. "Thanks," he told her. Fuck. Burger, fries, side of chili. What made him think that he could eat this much crap - every time? At least he was with the human garbage disposal. "We still have desserts coming." He paused a moment, then gave a wink (along with discreetly puckered lips). Hell yeah they'd have dessert. His hand snaked across the table and he took a hold of Will's, "You nag about my beer and you get garlic potatoes instead of fries." A grin hit his lips and his legs squeezed around Omen's left one simultaneously with his fingers around Will's hand.

"That's why I let you order so much," Will said with a smirk. "I'll just eat what you can't finish. At least I get my money's worth." It was Will's turn to pay, after all. Before they had always split the check, but more recently they'd been on this 'every other time' thing. He wasn't sure what the difference was, but it just didn't seem right to split the check on a date. That's what this was right? He supposed it was. It was just like every other time, except more touching. So why was the check an issue?

Will squeezed Troy's hand back but as the waitress returned, Will had the urge to pull his hand away. He fought it, not breaking the connection, but the knee-jerk reaction bothered Will. What the fuck did he care what the flair-covered waitress at TGI Friday's thought? Hell, she'd probably care more about the fact they were both mutants than the fact they were sleeping together. "You like garlic..." Will said, mildly distracted, but returning quickly to the here and now. "You'll be too full for either dessert." Return wink.

"Bullshit," Troy laughed and grinned fondly across at Will. He withdrew his hand only after he felt the smell of his entree was too overwhelming to ignore. Now, he had to doctor this thing. Tabasco sauce was clearly necessary. Once he was settled, he moved his legs back up under his seat (or as best he could in a booth) and took a long drink of Coke. Ah, flavor. "I love you." It had only been a few weeks since they'd begun to say that particular phrase on a regular basis, but Troy was rather fond of it. He'd never been in a relationship that had gotten that far. Or, rather, where he had felt comfortable enough to say it. As he salted his fries, he stole a glance at Will now and then, trying to read him. There had been a tension between them when company had arrived, and Torrent was trying to decide whether Will wasn't comfortable with public displays of affection, or if he wasn't comfortable with touching a man. Either way, he'd pulled through and it had been what made Troy tell him he loved him. His hand shot out and he ran one of his fries through Will's potatoes, then chomped down on it. "Needs more bacon." As he began on his burger, he narrowed his eyes with challenge at Will, "I'll eat everything on the table so you'll have to settle with cuddling, pal."

Will's steak and potatoes looked on par with his other experiences at Friday's; good but lacking. What was not lacking, however, was his Native across the table. "I love you too," Will took a deep breath and noticed no one else in the restaurant seemed to care what he said. Good, cause he'd Force-choke a son' bitch. "The portions here are always small. I mean, I know you get three courses and I'm a pig... But still." Troy was right, he should have gotten fries. "You'll only have to eat half of what's on the table. I mean really does Forge call you 'Little Stomach' or something?" Will said with a 'proud-of-myself' grin.

He rolled his eyes at Will's criticisms. Troy could tear something down verbally and rebuild it anew, but Will - he was serious when he complained. It always seemed like something wasn't quite right for him. The weather, his food, the channel on the TV. He liked things his way. So did Troy. But the Navajo was always more willing to bend for his best friend. Not that Will wasn't, of course. Will went without a lot of things and had made plenty of sacrifices for Troy. But Troy found himself more readily willing to please Omen. It was almost as though he wanted his approval. "Forge calls me 'sir', F-Y-I. What now." Forge absolutely did not call him 'sir'. He called him 'REDSHAW!', because he was usually shouting, because Troy was usually doing something that pissed him off. This caused Torrent to smirk. "He probably hasn't called someone sir since he was enlisted."

God, Will looked hot. He'd even brushed his damned hair. The smirk Troy'd been wearing melted into an appreciative smile and he felt his face get a bit warm. Around women, Troy never lost his bearings. He was in control. He was the aggressor, they were the damsels in distress. But Will was his equal. Above him, even. It made him feel all sorts of emotional crap, but he wouldn't trade it for the world. He didn't need the world - was having dinner with the best part of it.

Will laughed so hard he nearly spit at Troy's claim. Forge did not ever call him 'sir', even the idea of it was laugh-worthy. Troy was always able to make him smile, or laugh, or spit soda out of his mouth or nose. Troy always had the right words or gesture or expression to shake Will out of whatever self-loathing crap he was knee-deep in. He just felt better about the world when he was next to Troy, like as long as he had his Native everything was going to be okay. Troy was giving him a goofy smile not normally seen on the Native's face. Will had a feeling he was the cause of such a smile, and it warmed him up inside. "I love you too, Redshaw."

FRIDAY, JUNE 2ND, 2006 - AGES 22 & 25

'Thank God it's Friday' was about the only thing going through Will's mind when he dropped his bag on the floor in Xavier's dorm. "I know, 'don't put your books on the floor'." Will said with a halfhearted smile as he crossed the room, then landed on the bed next to Troy. He laid on his back next to the hydrokine, who had his guitar out and looked to be working on something. Will had just taken the final for this semester at his culinary school. It was a shared dream of the boys to open their own restaurant after they left Xavier's, and Will had decided he wanted to know everything he could about cooking before they ventured into the world of small business. Plus, cooking was just something he did for fun, so why not make a career out of it? Will placed his hand on Troy's back and started rubbing it gently. "I hate school."

"I hate writer's block." Or, musician's block, really. But lyrics were words. And music was written, too. Troy had the music in his head. The chords and melody had been finished for ages. He was plucking on the strings of his guitar while he lay on his stomach. He hummed as he scratched out scribbled words on a notebook. "Crap of a day?" he wondered, finally surrendering the pen and tossing it haphazardly upon the paper. Will had a tendency to be Troy's muse, and when Will wasn't perky, well, the toilet might as well have been the only thing listening to Troy's work. The hand on his back made him realize how stiff he'd gotten laying that way, and he arched up into the touch then stretched and gave a yawn. "Because I've been so lazy it hurts." Literally. They needed to make each other feel better.

"Just got my ass kicked today. I had no idea finals were going to be so hard." Cut this, mix this, how would you make this sauce? What temperature does water boil in a ninety-five degree kitchen? How would you prepare duck in France? Will had chosen one of the best schools in New York, but this all seemed a little much. But that was over, he got a two month summer break and he was going to damn well enjoy it. When he wasn't in the kitchen bothering Gert, that was. "But that's done, no school for two months. Let's fucking celebrate." Will continued to rub Troy's back, harder now that he said he was in pain. "Forget that for a while, it'll come to you." Always did. Troy had more raw musical talent than anyone Will had ever known. "You're just forcing it."

A huff of a laugh snorted out Troy's nose when Will expressed he wanted celebrate. That was more like it. He hated it when Omen was a grouch. But in lieu of getting up and jumping for joy, Troy crashed harder into his pillow, melting down into a puddle of goo under Will's massaging fingers. His arm shifted out from under his own weight and he edged the notebook and pen off the side of the bed. "Can do." he answered, in reaction to 'forget that for a while'. "But I know it's going to be good when I get it done," God damn it. "So I want to get it done." But Will was right. As per usual... Back to the less frustrating stuff: "So..." there was a tone in his voice, that manner of speaking that was equivalent to a swagger in a walk. "How would you like to celebrate?"

Will increased the pressure that his fingers were providing on Troy's back, as he could tell very quickly Torrent was enjoying it. "I know it will be." Will added, not that Troy's ego needed any stroking but a little couldn't hurt. There was that tone it Troy's voice Will had grown accustomed to and a large smile broke out on Omen's face in reaction. "Well, we could go out and get some booze and show this place a good time... Or we cold just stay here. I think we could come up with so things to pass the time." Will's hand massaged it's way down Troy's back and gave the Native's ass a tight squeeze. He didn't need anything besides Troy to celebrate. He'd stay here all night if that's what Troy's wanted.

Hmmm. "I'm not sure I follow," Troy's expressions formed into a puzzled position, but he couldn't hold in the quiet grunt that sneaked out when Will's hand gave his ass a rub. A hard rub. Why did that work? What about that made Troy so freakin' excited? It didn't matter - did it? He turned over and pushed Will's hand back. "How about we purchase the fine liqueurs," with super-over!pronunciation-fun, "and stay in, too." A bottle of Jack, a deck of cards; they'd be naked in no time. However! Troy wasn't really feeling up to leaving. Not right now, anyway. Maybe someone could deliver their drinks to their room... Not. He maneuvered to get at Will and locked him in an embrace. "C'mere college man." His lips fell on Omen's and he moved his hands so he could return the favor Will had been paying him. Evidently chopping things made one's back stiff.

'Oh my yes', Will thought as Troy moved himself and planted a kiss on his lips. God he loved his little Native, he knew just what to do and when to do it. "Yeah, yup, oh God." Troy's hands on Will's back were like a Godsend, and Will was momentarily paralyzed by the massage. After he came back to his senses, Will realized he liked Troy's idea the best. But now came the problem of leaving... he didn't feel like it and he doubted Troy did either. "Hey, we can raid the liqueur cabinet downstairs." It would be fine as long as they replaced it tomorrow and didn't take anything rare. "Cause I don't feel like leavin'." But with Troy's hand's on him, Will didn't even think getting out of bed was a possibility. "You're too good to me."

"Dog," was the muffled response to Will's thievish suggestion. He'd moved his mouth to Omen's neck and throat and was all but licking it like an ice cream cone. He grazed with his teeth along the neck and down toward the collarbone, then kissed it hotly in a way of staking his claim. "Me either," in fact, he was hard. It wouldn't have been much fun to stop of booze now. It didn't seem like they'd need it. They never did. His tongue flicked out and he tasted Will, then he grabbed his collar with his teeth and his hands stopped their menstruations. Troy began tugging at the top of the shirt with his mouth and the bottom with his hands, determined to rid Will of it. "I'm gonna celebrate you 'til ya can't walk straight." He whispered with determination through his clenched teeth.

SUNDAY, DECEMBER 17TH, 2006 - AGES 23 & 25

Normally, Troy (and Will) wasn't so keen on public displays of affection around the school. He didn't think anyone should be, really. At least not in places where children could turn up at any moment. Of course it was everyone's 'home', but it was also a school and it wasn't really responsible to be sexual or romantic in the open. Today, though, was a Sunday evening and the downtrodden and damned had turned in to their rooms to prepare for Monday - finals and doom. Christmas was around the corner. Will and Troy actually had a plane from New York to Oklahoma on Friday, but Troy had yet to catch the traveler's bug. Plus, he hated packing. Sometimes when he went somewhere with Will (before or after they were 'together'), he just took clothes and other crap from Will's bag. Fortunately enough, Troy was a good traveler, having a tendency to wander now and then. Will had all but beaten that out of him. Which was why (combined with the fact that most everyone had gone to bed), Troy thought it would be perfectly acceptable to snuggle up to the brown-haired man and watch a movie in the rec room together. His legs were over Will's, and he was leaned back into the cushion of the seat that he was technically occupying. Most of him was on Will or Will's cushion, as it were. He laughed hard at a comment one of the robots on MST 3000 made of the film they, Omen and Torrent were watching. He didn't remember the name of it, but there was a dude in a cape. His hand snagged Will's up and he pulled it to his mouth to kiss it quickly before resting it back in Will's lap. He didn't let go.

Will was in a good place. He had little responsibility in the next few days, besides making it to the airport on time, and having a good Christmas with the Redshaws. - which wasn't a difficult task at all, they had very quickly become just as warm and inviting as his own family and Will looked forward to visits with them almost as much as Troy. Not only was the near future taken care of, he was cuddling on the couch watching his favorite show with his favorite person. Troy kissed Will's hand and Will pulled Troy the tiny bit closer he was capable and squeezed him tighter in the process. "I love you." Will said simply, not taking his eye's off the screen.

Warpath strolled into the rec room, he was so freaking bored - this might be his shortest stay ever. Not that Jimmy had a tendency for living at Xavier's too long before he got that itch to leave. The world was a big place; he couldn't be blamed if the walls of Xavier's couldn't do it for him all 365 days of the year. He noticed the TV right away, that damned show with the robots making fun of bad movies. He hated that show. Why watch others make fun of a movie when you can do it yourself? And why watch a movie so bad the sole purpose of watching it is to make fun of it? It was stupid. He moved to the end of the couch and turned to look at whoever had chosen this program. "I hate this-" Jimmy paused for a moment, was that Troy and Will snuggled up together on the couch? What the hell? "Troy... are you really gay? All this time I just thought you were a wuss." Jimmy said to the other Native with wicked smile.

God damn it. This was all Troy needed. Before James Proudstar even opened his mouth, Troy knew Jimmy was going to piss him off. And he did. "Fuck you, Jimmy. We're together. At least someone gives a shit about me." He moved to sit up, but not necessarily away from Will. His hand held tighter to Omen's, in fact. He didn't want this - not right now. "And what the hell does being a wuss have to do with being gay, bigot?" Troy was clearly not the strongest dude around, but he could trump Warpath with his eyes closed. Try not drowning, strongman.

Will noticed Jimmy right before he had spoken and he could tell by Troy's body language that Troy wasn't happy with the larger man's arrival. Warpath spoke and Will shot daggers at the man but kept his mouth closed. He didn't know if Warpath was actually a bigot or if he was just trying to get at Troy. The two had never had a great relationship, but with the comments focused at Troy, Will kept his silence but matched the amount of pressure Troy was putting on his hand. Will knew Troy didn't need any help fighting his battles.

Warpath's smile only got larger when he saw the reaction his words had caused. Warpath didn't care who the hell was fucking who but seeing Troy in a position like this was too hard to pass up. "No man, I'm happy for you. I just didn't think the self-proclaimed 'ladies man' would end up being the lady." Oh, this was too good. Jimmy had no idea why Troy of all people would be in the arms of another man. "And you're right Troy, you're not a wuss because you're gay, you're just both." Jimmy turned to leave, as he suspected he was no longer welcome, with his huge grin still plastered on his face.

Troy was always the last person to worry about what other people thought of him, even with the potential issues with being seen as 'gay'. He and Will had discussed things and decided that denying being gay just made them seem like closeted homosexuals. Their situation was a delicate one. Though, after deciding there was no socially acceptable way to describe their relationship (without being labeled one way or another), they opted to simply say 'We're together' or 'I love him, deal with it'. Jimmy had a way of chaffing Troy's ass, however, and right now he could've really done some damage. He was nearly two feet shorter and probably less than half Warpath's weight, but Troy would've dried him out like a side of jerky if it wouldn't have landed him in prison. And prison was out of the question; it was the holidays. He breathed slowly and (nostrils flaring) began to calm down. It took a few moments. What he'd said to James was how he truly felt, though. He had someone and Jimmy didn't. No matter if someone was gay, straight or anything in between, they were a lucky person to be with someone whom they loved unconditionally. These thoughts (along with nagging, bitchy reprimands from Forge and/or Storm) caused him to settle back into his seat and he hugged himself closer to Omen. Jimmy was gone. Well, so were his words. "He's so ignorant. And a freaking embarrassment." He supposed all nations and ethnicities had idiots. But why did he have to be stuck with Warpath?

Will breathed a sigh of relief when Warpath left the room and no one was dead or injured. Well, that could have gone worse, he thought as he pulled Troy back down into the cuddle hold he'd had him in before the arrival of the big retard. "I love you." Will told his Native, who he was trying not to show how proud he was. Troy was great at avoiding confrontation, Will was glad that Troy had held his temper in check. Will doubted he could have done the same if Brian had walked in and started making fun of Will. "Yeah Troy, you Natives... always judging. You should be more like white people... so tolerant." Will said with a hint of a smile.

Troy finally cracked a smirk. He gave a hearty sigh and adjusted his free arm so that he could fuss Will's hair. It didn't matter either way - it always looked messy. But it was the thought that counted. "You make me happy, honky." he shared. "I love you too." The last time he'd smiled hadn't been too long before the present - minutes ago. But the intrusion had caused him a little tornado of grief that thankfully left just as quickly as it had arrived. Now, he was happy again. This was how life needed to be - he and Will - alone. They needed to invest in an island. "How do you feel about palm trees?" Super-dark tans, coconut flavored everything, sand in all the wrong places... Yes, please.

"I like palm trees, sand, lots of sun, but I hate coconut." Will said as if he was reading Torrent's mind. Which he practically was at this point, the two had spent so much time together. Troy was no doubt thinking of some topical get away the two could slip off to and never have to deal with people again. The problem was, however, there were people everywhere, and whether it was for being mutants or 'queers' they were going to find hostility for it. "Don't worry kid, we'll make it. Maybe a bar and grill on the beach... you mind being mistaken for a Puerto Rican?" Will added as his lips curled into a smile.

FRIDAY, MAY 11TH, 2007 - AGES 23 & 26

So it was weird. Well not weird, just unusual. Well that wasn't really the right word either, it was complicated. It was their 'anniversary'; two years to the day since they had gotten together. For a normal couple, this was an easier matter, but Will and Troy were not a 'normal' couple. For one, neither of them cared much about anniversaries, last year's had gone by without much of a thought. Second, getting all excited over the milestone seemed a bit girly and (dare Will think it) a bit gay for the two of them. But this year, as they were a much more stable and secure couple, Will took a chance and purchased Troy a present on the off chance Troy was feeling similarly. If Will was wrong, he would just hide the gift and give it to him later. Currently, Will was waiting for Troy to return, then he'd decide what to do about the gift issue.

Dates and times escaped Troy. He liked to sleep in. He was easily distracted. But today stuck with him. Deep down, he considered May 11th one of the most important days of his life. Whether or not he'd properly expressed that to mister William wasn't totally clear. This year, he decided he wanted to do something for Will to mark the date - or to at least show him he wasn't retarded and forgotten altogether. Strangely, neither had really discussed any plans for the day ahead of time, so he had a feeling Will had forgotten or had something up his sleeve. Dinner? A movie? Maybe. Troy planned to wing it. He carried a box with a blue bag around it toward his shared door, and when he reached the handle, his fingers hesitated. What if Will ... meh. It didn't matter if the gift pissed him off, or if Will hadn't gotten him anything. He wanted to make Omen happy. Inside the bag was a ceramic knife, which apparently didn't need to be sharpened and would last a very long time. Will was days away from finishing culinary school and Troy assumed he would want to start building his own kitchen. While he'd been shopping, his mind had wandered to other things - a home, their futures, etc. Maybe the gift would be a conversation starter for the beyond. He entered and smiled, feeling a bit proud of himself for waking and leaving before Will could catch him. It was late in the morning now and he planned to spend as much of the remaining day with his boyfriend as possible. When he set eyes on Omen, Troy's shoulder leaned against the door frame and his cocky grin shifted more toward fondness. He was smitten. Had he been watching himself, he might've gagged. "I uh, got you a thank-you gift for that really great lay two years ago." He held out the bag, but his sentence had been interrupted with a laugh. He was beaming now, slightly embarrassed.

'Ah, the game is afoot' Will thought after Troy entered and held out the present. After an amazing amount of relief washed over him, Will decided he'd play it cool. At least Will had remembered too, he'd feel like an ass if he hadn't gotten Troy something in return. Will made his way over to Torrent and grabbed the bag from him, trying not to look too excited. "That's right a 'really great lay'." Will said holding back a wink. "Oh and I think there might be something for you in the closet." Will gesture with his head toward the door. A week earlier Will had found the perfect blue electric guitar and had Troy's name engraved on the instrument. Will peered into the bag but before opening it he grabbed Troy in the doorway and swung his arm around him. His mouth rested near Troy's ear and Will spoke softly. "I love you, Troy."

Feeling Han Solo overtake him, "I know." He responded to Will's last statement and grinned, feeling like a giddy woman. He loved and hated it. But those mixed feelings were pushed out of mind by the potential gift exchange that was in progress. Closet? On it. He squinted one eye on Will as he pulled out of the hug and moved around him into the room. He stood before the closet and waited with his hand on the knob. Suddenly, he pulled back and began removing his brown sport coat. "Shut that door, no one needs to see all this," he was still grinning. "I love you too, by the way." He tossed the jacket on the bed and briefly adjusted his t-shirt. "Where am I looking in here, anyway? I already rooted through here once this morning to find that damned thing." (Said sport coat.) Verbally, he was gesturing for Will to come help. He wanted to keep him close, anyway.

"Oh, the sport coat. I take it we're dining out, then." Will said with a smile and walked over closer to Troy. Good, he would have hated to have been the only one who felt this way (giddy like a chick). "It's right there in the back, you can't really miss it." Will motioned toward the closet as he reached down into the bag. He pulled out a weighty, foot or so long box and couldn't wait to open it. "I knew it, it's a wand." Will said jokingly. Then he pulled off the top and peered in. "Holy crap. It's better than a wand." The knife shined so bright it might as well have been Excalibur. "Is that ceramic? God, I do love you. I love it." Will said a little flustered.

"Unless by 'dining out' you mean your bitch ass is cooking for me in the yard, then no. We're not dining out." Troy laughed, "I had to kick it up a notch so they didn't take me for the retard I am." Salespeople + Troy = no fun for anyone. And he wanted to deal with a saleperson today - he wanted to know what was the best of the best. Will would know the difference. At Will's guess, Troy held in a perverted comment; 'It's a strap-on'. The Navajo beamed when Will gave his praise. Good, he liked it. Now, for the gift Troy 'couldn't miss'. He threw himself toward the back and poked around with out-stretched fingers until they touched something that produced a muffled, metallic sound. A fret. Yoink! He pulled the instrument toward him, carefully, and his dark eyes went wide. He never dicked around with electric, but this guitar was so fucking hot he planned to start. Will was always bothering him to open his horizons and 'give electric a chance'. There was an engraving: Troy 'Torrent' Redshaw. Hell yes. "Shit." He couldn't say much else. He was staring blankly at it. Apparently, they both liked their gifts. Then, an epiphany: "You cook me a steak'n'taters and I'll play you a song, how's that?" There had to be some old amps sitting around in the gym closets. But wait. He poked his head back in and reached back further still, just in case. His fingers touched knobs. "You rule me." He shook his head, dropped the precious instrument on the foot of the bed and grabbed Will. He kissed him softly, and Troy's hands were on either side of his scruffy face. The knife was between them. "You're not gonna see me for a week, you know that, right?" New toy! Another kiss.

Good. He liked it. Will didn't know what felt better, receiving the knife from Troy or watching the Native's expression when he found the guitar. Troy pounced him and Will knew things couldn't get much better. "I love you too. And I have no problem with that arrangement." Will said in response to the plans for food. He dumped the knife and box (carefully) behind him onto the bed so he could wrap Troy up in his arms. "See you? I gotta break that thing in." Will had just as much a new toy as Troy had. But he had a funny feeling neither one would stay missing for long, at least not from each other. Now other people might have trouble finding them, but Will couldn't think of anyone else he'd rather be with. Will kissed Troy this time and squeezed him in his arms a little harder. "I love you so much."

The feeling was mutual. He loved Will more than words could express - but damn if he wouldn't try (lyrically). Life was just fine. "Well, we gotta go to the store, then, 'cause I'm awful particular about my meat." He laughed, loudly, then dared a glance back at the pretty thing Will had given him. His arms were pinned to his sides, though, and he took the opportunity to grab a piece of Will's ass. "This'll do just fine," the Westerner accent fell off then, and he pressed his face close to Will's as if they were dancing. "Don't let me lose you. You're everything."

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	OOC Comment ironinandout 2009-01-18 12:41 pm UTC (link)
	Will and Troy are so cute. :D They make me happy inside. squeezes (Reply to this)