Percival Ignatius Weasley has discovered sarcasm. (analretentive) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-06-15 01:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, james wilson, percy weasley |
Who: Percy Weasley + James Wilson
What: Talking about jobs, sexing, dinner.
When: First week of June-ish
Where: Their place. (N’aww.)
Rating: R for sexings.
Status: Complete
The day had gone by in a bit of a blur. Sam and Percy had done a lot of awkward staring at each other, and then they'd had some awkward conversation. Then some less awkward conversation. Basically, there had been a lot of conversation, based upon one particular email that they'd both gotten in the morning from their boss.
After that, he'd sort of systematically gone through his workload and had to admit that he was paying it less mind than he usually did. He begged out early -- which was to say, exactly at five PM, and then had gone home. There was more promise of talking with Sam the next day, but for now he needed to think.
He hoped terribly that James would be home promptly today, as well.
Wilson was home early, as a matter of fact! He was making food, humming to himself as he cooked a quick supper. He was making a quickie veggie lasagna and was blanching eggplant when he heard Percy come inside.
“I’m in the kitchen!”
“So you are.” Because sometimes, Percy still wasn’t sure how to respond to the most basic of comments, particularly when he was distracted. He hung his suit coat in the closet and then made to sit down at the kitchen table. It was a very familiar scene by now -- the ginger seated whilst watching Wilson work at whatever it was he was making. He did not offer to help. “Hello.” Extra awkward today, apparently.
Pausing mid blanch, Wilson turned to look at Percy. “What’s wrong?”
“What?” Percy blinked, then adjusted his glasses, which clearly needed no real adjusting and then glanced up at Wilson. “Oh. It was. A very strange day at work.” Strange enough where maybe a drink was required, and so he stood in order to poke through the bottom shelf where he knew the actual liquor (as opposed to wine) was.
Wilson knew that if Percy was reaching for the liquor, he might need some time before he told him what had really happened that day. Instead, he got out glasses and went to the freezer. “Do you need ice?”
And honestly, bless the man for knowing exactly how to deal with him when Percy was in strange moods. Even now, Percy couldn’t help but feel oddly grateful about it. They’d only been together for some three months, and yet Wilson handled everything like a pro -- better than his family ever had.
“Yes, please, I would like that.” Percy adjusted his glasses again, and then settled on brandy. “Would you like one?” It was as if being overly polite was some sort of coping mechanism.
Wilson was simply used to Percy’s personality type. He’d seen it a lot in med school, and even had some elements to it himself. Putting ice into two glasses, Wilson nodded. “Please.”
Once drinks were properly poured out, and everything else back in its proper place, Percy paused before handing the drink over. “Oh,” he said, a little surprised with himself. “I’m sorry.” He moved forward for a proper greeting of a hug and a nearly chaste kiss. Really, where was his mind today?
The older man just blinked and stroked Percy’s cheek. “What happened at work?” Because Percy would’ve come directly from work, Wilson knew.
Leaning into Wilson’s hand, Percy blinked too, as if considering. “Well,” he said slowly, and had the grace to look both very confused and vaguely pleased all at once. “I believe I’m just very nearly part owner of a law practice.”
Wilson’s eyes went wide. “I - really? How did that happen? What?”
Now was the time for that drink, wasn’t it? Percy leaned back just enough to pick it up from the counter -- eyes going to the stove just to make sure Wilson had left anything cooking there. “Well. It’s all a bit sudden, isn’t it? Helen -- my boss. You recall. Has been gone?” As if he needed to remind James of something that he talked about constantly for a month. “She’s decided not to return. And -- I mean. There’ll be paperwork. She wants the name changed. But everything else, including clients and -- oh, dear. I’m rambling, I think.”
That made Wilson blink. “You’re rambling, but that’s amazing!” He hugged Percy as tightly as he was allowed, biting his lower lip and grinning. “Perc, you’re going to do so well, oh my god.”
Percy hugged back, looking still pleased and bewildered. “I certainly hope so,” he said, sounding a bit concerned. “I mean. I think I need to read some more books on business.” Because that was what it would be now, on top of everything else. “This really wasn’t something I’d been planning for seriously. Not anytime soon. I assumed I’d make partner in the next three to five years, of course, but still.” Yes. Yes he had planned his career out in years. Did that shock anyone?
“I’m sure, there’ll be lots of business things you need, but I can help. Or we can find someone who knows more about that.” He ran his fingers through Percy’s hair and kissed him gently. “You’re ... wow, this calls for something a lot more celebratory than lasagna.”
Percy still felt entirely too frazzled about it, but he had to admit the kiss had helped. Well. Wilson generally helped. He made everything sound so simple and nice, sometimes. Do-able. Even if his new lot in career life felt a bit like cheating, he supposed he should be happy about it. “But I like lasagna.”
“We can still have it,” Wilson grinned. “Maybe we should have another drink, though. So, you and Sam are going to be partners. That’s lovely.” Wilson kissed along Percy’s jawline to his neck, feeling as happy as he’d been the day he’d proposed.
“Another drink might be nice. And -- it’s just business, James,” Percy said, but it was really just a bad joke, and he was quite pleased to just turn his head and kiss the other man instead. “Would it be bad of me to suggest our first order of business be taking a week off?”
“No, no, I meant it. It’s always nice to go into business with friends, or so I hear.” Wilson felt his fingers tangling in Percy’s hair, and he shook his head. “Not at all. It’ll give you time to get your ducks in a row, and it’ll let me dote on you. I do like doing that.”
Percy never objected to hair petting when Wilson was the one doing it -- even though it kind of went against all his usual personal quirks. “I think it will be good,” he admitted. “Sam and I have a good working relationship.” He rested his chin on Wilson’s shoulder, thoughtful. “Maybe we could leave town for a weekend.” It seemed like a nice idea. Even Percy, who enjoyed working had been a bit stressed lately. Certainly, he wouldn’t be any less now with this situation, but at least it was for a higher goal. A weekend off completely might be very nice indeed.
“You do. And that would be nice. We could go north.” Wilson smiled to himself, liking the idea of going to a nice bed and breakfast. “You could bring some work, if you like.”
Wilson hardly need suggest Percy carry his work around with him; it was something he’d have done regardless. “How North?”
“Maybe San Francisco or Sacramento or something. Oregon. Wherever you like.” Wilson kissed Percy’s neck, letting his head rest on the younger man’s shoulder.
“I’d like that. Sacramento maybe. If only because I don’t want to know the real way people in Oregon pronounce the state's’ name.” It bothered him muchly when people somehow found an ‘a’ in a word where there was clearly none, he wasn’t sure he could handle a weekend of it.
“Ore-gone? I always wondered where it had gone off to,” Wilson murmured thoughtfully. Half of Wilson’s humor was in its delivery.
Percy laughed over that -- he was always so surprised and delighted by Wilson’s jokes. They were just this close to being ridiculous. “Well, it’s better than it being a musical instrument. It’s not even spelled that way.” He made a face, petting Wilson’s hair.
“Most things we don’t say how we spell, though. I was pretty terrible at spelling in school, actually.” Well, except med school. He’d learned enough Latin where he’d been able to spell all right while he was studying medicine.
“It’s hard to imagine you being bad at something like that,” Percy admitted. He might have stuck Wilson up on a pedestal somewhere, but was fairly certain it was deserved. “It took me a long time to adjust to the American English spelling of things when I moved here, honestly.” He still couldn’t get behind gray though. It was just wrong on all levels.
“Oh, if you want, around me, feel free to spell things the Brit way all you like. I rather like how you lot spell cheque.” It was so much more fancy.” Wilson chuckled. “I overcompensated by memorizing all the words I misspelled, by the by.”
That sounded more or less how Percy would have done it too, and so he only nodded as if approving of Young Wilson’s methods before stepping away a little to pour himself another drink. “I hardly think I need you enabling what’s considered wrong, here. I’d hate to slip when it matters just for personal indulgence.” Sometimes, though, he just longed to put all those u’s back in their proper places.
“I know, I know.” Wilson chuckled, taking a swig of his scotch. “Do you guys have as many abbreviations as we do?” Doctors didn’t really use many actual terms. It just wasn’t fun to say electrocardiogram as it was to say ECG.
"As many as anyone has, I expect." Percy wasnt sure if Wilson was referring to British people or lawyers, so just made his answer apply to both. "Did you need help with dinner?"
Wilson shook his head. “It’s in the oven. Unless you want to make a salad?” He crunched a bit on the ice at the bottom of his scotch glass.
Percy shook his head, not actually interested in doing any sort if cooking for the night. He just thought it might be nice to offer. "Just making sure. Will you read tonight?" He needed something he didn’t have to think about.
“Sure. I found a golf sex romance novel.” Wilson couldn’t help but waggle his eyebrows. He’d looked forward to reading to Percy every night, to finding books to make Percy laugh louder and more carefree than the night before.
"Golf sex?" Percy seemed amused at that, giving a tiny smile over his drink. "What's the pun? Par for intercourse?"
“Got it in one, that’s actually the title.” Wilson chuckled, squeezing Percy’s hand. He hoped he could always comfort Percy this way.
“Got it in one, indeed.” Percy actually grinned over that. He probably shouldn’t have liked puns as much as he actually did. But even he had room for poor humor. “Those books aren’t actually all that cleverly titled.” But he honestly loved when Wilson read them, it had been surprising and silly at first -- and it continued to be even now. Which was why he enjoyed them so.
“I think it’s about a golf instructor seducing his student, but I could be wrong. Then again, that’s literally the only way I can think of to work golf into a sex novel.” Wilson wrinkled his nose. “Well. The only not terrifying way.”
“Ever bad romance sex novel includes student and teacher.” Percy gave a little sniff, as if trying to imply that Wilson just wasn’t trying hard enough. “I’d have thought you’d find at least some joke about the young golf caddies.”
“Oh, god, are you and I a terrible romance novel?” Wilson grinned brightly. “Is that how I got you? With my sexy teacher powers?”
“That must have been it,” Percy readjusted his glasses, looking entirely too prim for the conversation. “The moment I saw you, I knew you had a lesson to teach.”
“Oh dear, whatever lesson would that be?” Wilson couldn’t help but giggle, even as he played along.
“I don’t know, I was too busy looking at your behind to pay any real mind. How to stop worrying and love the bomb?” Percy smiled behind his drink and gave a tiny shrug of his shoulders. “Certainly, it wasn’t anything to do with golfing.”
“My bottom?” Wilson chuckled at that. “It’s okay, I guess.”
“Well, I like it anyway.” Percy wasn’t sure James’ opinion mattered as much as his own in this instance, anyway.
“Thank you. But you win the bottom contest in this relationship.” Wilson was teasing, and it felt good.
Percy was inclined to agree about how how teasing was nice. It was much better than stressing out about things he could currently do nothing about. “Oh?” He rose his eyebrows. “What’s the reward for that?”
“That depends,” Wilson beamed. “What would you like?” He nibbled Percy’s neck gently, not even trying to turn him on as of yet.
Well, Wilson either wasn’t not trying very hard, or it just wasn’t difficult to suggest the idea of it to the redhead. He blushed a little, tilting his head to the side somewhat to give Wilson an all-access pass. “I think I should like a surprise, in that case.” He’d thought better of jokingly asking for a pony based on context alone.
“Good. That gives me time to think of something.” Wilson kissed and nibbled along Percy’s neck, tangling their legs together. “I just like being here with you. Is it weird that makes me happy?”
“I think it would be stranger yet if it didn’t.” Because it would. And Percy supposed that was obvious. But he was very good at pointing those sorts of things out anyway. It was sort of his thing.
“Mm, it’s true.” Wilson ran his fingers down Percy’s side, closing his eyes. “I know that your friends don’t really ... approve of how fast it is, and maybe even your family, but I want you to know I’m very happy.”
"My family has never much approved of anything I've done," Percy said, with a sniff that stated clearly what he thought of that; he might be getting along with them better now, but their opinions were hardly wanted or warranted at this point in his life. "And my friends --" Percy frowned at that, but then shrugged. Right now, he didn't want to consider Oliver Wood at all.
"I'm happy, also. That's what I meant to say."
“The twins seemed okay with it,” Wilson smiled. He kissed at Percy’s neck. “As long as you’re happy. And since I was the one who sprung the engagement, I figured you’d be the one to tell me when the wedding is.” Wilson liked fairness in his relationships.
Percy was also a big fan of equality. It only seemed natural, didn't it?
"Seems fair," Percy murmured. He, admittedly, had not thought on it much. He wasn't in a huge rush, and the idea of it alone was good enough for him for the time being. There seemed to be no reason to stress over any extra planning in life currently, anyway. Percy tilted his head a little to steal a proper kiss.
Wilson sighed happily, pulling Percy closer. There was no reason to mess up the status quo, especially when it was perfect.
Percy nibbled on Wilson’s ear, teeth barely touching. “How long on dinner?” It was clear it wasn’t the dinner he was interested in, here.
“Forty-five minutes, why?” Wilson could play naive when he so chose.
It never ended well, though, because it only made Percy want to play innocent, too. The two together rarely worked. “Oh. Just curious.”
“Were you trying to seduce me, Percy?” Wilson grinned wickedly.
Percy blinked. Adjusted his glasses, and then his tie. “Why, James. I don’t know why you’d think that.” A pause. “Yes, I was.”
“Oh. It worked.” Wilson tugged Percy closer by the tie, sighing happily when he kissed him a few shades harder than normal.
“Did it?” Percy might have asked more, gone on further with this silliness, but he seemed to be distracted by that kiss. It was really very nice. He could have more of them and be happy for it.
“It usually does,” Wilson murmured, tugging Percy’s tie looser, unbuttoning his shirt. They hadn’t had sex in the kitchen yet, darn it.
And why Wilson was so insistent on it, Percy might never know. He was nearly inclined to just get it over with so that his boyfriend wouldn’t seem so keen on it after this. But christ, Wilson, they ate in here.
“I had noticed,” he said, undoing his tie completely.
“I’m kind of in love with you, so I expect that’s a good thing.” Wilson tugged Percy’s shirt open, pressing tiny bites to his pale chest.
“Only kind of?” Percy asked, even while he managed to be a complete dear and remove his shirt completely for Wilson.
Wilson chuckled. “I try to downplay things so you won’t know how utterly helpless I am in your grip.” He took the moment to shuck his own polo.
“I’d never abuse my power,” Percy said, settling shirt and tie on the back of a chair -- and then Wilson’s polo for good measure. “You have to know that.” True enough, he used fantastic magic daily. To, you know, do the dishes.
“Mmm, I wouldn’t mind if you did sometimes.” Wilson eyebrow waggled again, laughing as he cracked himself up. Granted, that wasn’t difficult to do.
It really wasn’t. Percy would have been unamused if Wilson weren’t so terribly, dreadfully endearing. “Is that so?” He asked, pressing a kiss to Wilson’s jaw almost playfully. “Well, my first decree in that case, is to leave the kitchen.” There it was again. Sorry, James. You tried. Again.
Standing up, Wilson stretched. “Where to, sir?” It rolled off his tongue easily, which would’ve been worrisome if they weren’t playing.
It would have been laughable, if they weren’t playing. Because Percy really just wasn’t the sort. “Study,” he decided, because sometimes bedrooms were just for bedtime. And offices smelled like leather and books and that was just nearly like sex anyway.
Wilson nodded, walking to the study and stripping out of his chinos once there. Sometimes one just wanted to be in their boxers, especially when zips were starting to hurt.
Understandably so. Percy followed suit after toeing his shoes and socks off. Really, it was nice just to be out of his work clothes. “Couch?” It wasn’t that he had anything against the floor, but there was no reason for all that discomfort when they were still both perfectly capable of proper speech.
Nodding, Wilson sat down, tugging Percy a bit closer. He’d always wondered why he’d gotten such a comfy sofa for the room where he was usually at his work desk. Percy had presented a much better answer than ‘naps’.
Although naps might be nice here too. And Percy did enjoy sitting on the couch with his laptop. But that was neither here nor there, really.
Percy settled himself in Wilson’s lap, leaning down for a kiss -- the flirtations had been done already in the kitchen. Now they could just have fun about it.
Wilson liked how comfortable and easy their sex life was. Some people didn’t have fun while they had sex. That was not Percy and Wilson. Grinning, Wilson kissed him back, running fingers over his back.
Percy steadfastly believed that there should be one thing he wasn’t ever stressed or anxious about in life, and this was certainly it. There was just no point if it wasn’t fun, no point if it was just something to worry over.
The redhead gave a pleased little sigh, wiggling closer on Wilson’s lap and running his hands through fluffy hair.
“Am I fluffier when you do that?” Wilson grinned, closing his eyes and waiting for Percy to keep playing with his hair. “I love you, Perc. I’m so excited for you, you’re going to be amazing with your own practice.”
“You’re always fluffy.” Wilson really did have nice hair -- all that conditioning and blow drying made a difference, Percy supposed, even as he continued to run his fingers through it. “Love you, too -- and. Thank you. I’ll try, anyway.” Little came to him naturally, but Percy made up for it by making massive effort, never giving less than his all.
“You’re always so committed,” Wilson murmured. “It’s one of the things I admire about you.” The older man felt very lucky; not only did he like the person he was in love with, he was also very fond of him, even a little in awe.
Percy rather secretly lived for little compliments like these, and so preened over it a bit, before attempting something more demure. “Oh. It’s likewise, you realize. We’re very similar in that regard.” And then he was kissing the other man again, pushing him until he was leaned back properly against the back of the couch.
“Well, yes, but I think it’s really... I like being able to be your friend, much less your fiance.” Wilson just enjoyed being around Percy, much less getting able to be naked with him.
Percy wasn’t really sure why you’d want to marry someone you didn’t think you could be friends with, so only rose his eyebrows a little helplessly over the thought. “I agree,” he said, but in that sort of tone that implied he wasn’t sure why he wouldn’t in the first place. “Can I go back to seducing you, now?” Romantics and compliments were nice, and Percy loved them, but they were on the lasagna clock, Wilson.
That made Wilson laugh. “I suppose you can. He let his hand rest on his forehead, going all winsome and ravishable, like the girls on the covers of his terrible books.
“Oh, dear,” Percy said. “You’ve been practicing your damsel in distress.” The seduction: it was not going according to plan.
Or was it? Wilson grinned, pulling Percy close and wrapping his arms around him. The kiss started out playful, but Wilson took it a little deeper, threading his own fingers in Percy’s hair. Wilson had never been a big fan of gingers until he’d met Percy Weasley.
Well, in that case, Percy was lucky he hadn't been overlooked due to too much orange-red. The bespectacled boy gave a little noise of appreciation when the kiss went deeper, squirmed closer yet until there was really no space between them at all.
“Just think,” Wilson murmured. “We have honeymoon to look forward to.” Wilson hadn’t been planning the wedding, no, but the honeymoon? He could do that. “Just you, me, Saint Bart’s, and us maybe trading off who gets to be tied to the bed for a few days.” Wilson nibbled at Percy’s chest. He hadn’t been able to talk dirty for his last marriage, and he’d rather forgotten how.
Percy, on the other hand, had never known how, and thought himself silly when he tried. He thought that Wilson’s was always just kind of honest and cute, and he liked that just fine. “Seems nice,” he said, lowering his eyelids a little and smiling even as he placed his hands on the older mans’ shoulders.
“C’mere?” Wilson kissed Percy gently, even as his fingers went down to brush against Percy’s erection, teasingly running them over the head. It had been a while since he’d just taken Percy, and somehow, he thought Percy might enjoy letting go that way.
“Mmhm,” Percy agreed, and it was a rare thing for him to use words that weren’t really words, but it seemed to fit in this situation. He couldn’t really get any closer, considering he was sitting on Wilson’s lap already but that didn’t mean he didn’t try, even as he huffed out a little noise of appreciation over the touches.
Wilson moved so that Percy was off of his lap and on the sofa, kissing his shoulder and his back as he pressed him, stomach down, onto the sofa. Nipping gently, he ran his tongue lightly down Percy’s spine, feeling his own erection grow painfully heavy.
Percy was always a bit pliant for things like these -- he went with it, bending or moving as suggested and enjoying it all terribly. He gave a little murmur of approval -- invitation -- while arching his back into the kisses and tongue, head resting against the arm of the couch.
Wilson smirked, figuring he’d prepare Percy for sex in a way that he didn’t often indulge in, just because he didn’t know if Percy liked it. When Wilson reached the small of Percy’s back, he just pointedly applied that tongue a bit lower, working Percy open slowly with tiny yet enthusiastic darts.
It was more surprising than anything. Percy straightened up a bit, eyebrows raising practically into his hairline. "Oh," he said, in a tone that wasn't so much objecting as it was bashfully embarrassed.
Smiling, Wilson just shrugged. “I want you to try everything. Just ... ride it out, and if it’s not your favorite, we never have to again.” He returned to the task at hand, groaning as he worked Percy a little further. It was no surprise that James Wilson enjoyed oral sex in all of its varieties.
It wasn’t much a surprise at all, no. It was something Percy had never considered at all though, and sometimes he was just terribly fresh when it came to things like these. Of course he was -- who else would he have done it with before Wilson? “Okay,” he murmured, brushing his forehead against the arm of the couch and willing himself not to think too deeply about it all, lest he be turned off by the act completely.
If he didn’t think on it much, it was kind of nice.
And hopefully, it was a nice, seamless transition from that to Wilson lubing himself up and rocking slowly into him. He groaned, letting his forehead rest against Percy’s back. He couldn’t help but whimper Percy’s name, wondering when sex had ever been so good before. It was like Percy had helped him reinvent the act.
Happy to help, really. Percy wasn’t nearly as much of a prude as everyone assumed he was, and was more than pleased to do or try anything. Of course, he rarely was inventive himself, but rather liked everything that Wilson tended to bring up.
“Oh,” he said again, but this time it was less surprise, and more that oddly emotionally overwhelmed version that he did so often. As much as he liked facing James during this act, in terms of feeling, this was his preference.
Wilson made things intimate by running his fingers over Percy’s back, by kissing and gently nipping at Percy’s neck. “I love you so much,” he murmured, moving his hips slowly but firmly. It was a revelation to be able to enjoy this position and still feel love just radiating from each other. He thought of the ring on his finger and smiled.
Percy made a tiny noise of appreciation, closing his eyes and leaning back a little bit further into Wilson. “Love you, too. Unquantif--oh. You know.” Big words were hard right now. He wasn’t going to try.
When Percy arched into Wilson, the older man saw an opening to move a bit faster, press forward a bit harder. Wilson’s whimpers grew needy, higher pitched and breathless, and he couldn’t keep himself from leaning forward so that his stomach was flush with Percy’s back.
Percy was more than fine with harder and faster -- sometimes he loved it when things went further away from delicate and proper (although to be fair, sometimes he loved delicate and proper as well -- really, it depended on their collective moods). He tilted his head back until it bumped against Wilson’s, giving a whimper of his own - a tiny urge for more of the same, but more. His glasses were slipping down his nose, and he pointedly ignored that fact.
Moving into more of a crouch, Wilson turned Percy’s head to get him to kiss him even as he used the arm of the sofa for leverage, even as he thrust forward. Wilson couldn’t help but moan into Percy’s mouth, couldn’t help but but just fall in love with him a little more every time Percy made a sound. They all went right to Wilson’s groin, made him breathe a little harder.
Kissing was strange from this position but always welcome -- Percy didn't mind the sharp angle he had to move his head to in order to kiss back (and more strangely- for him-, did not really mind that he knew exactly where Wilson's mouth had just been). "God," he murmured, between lips and gasps and moans. "harder, please." Because even now? You will not find a more polite boy.
Wilson took a moment - just a brief one - to tug on Percy’s hair before reaching down to pump at Percy’s erection as he readied for the final push toward both of them getting off. He rested his forehead against Percy’s back, half wishing that Percy’s family knew that Percy was capable of this, just to shut them up. Wilson, if he was very honest with himself, would admit that he wanted to hit everyone that sold Percy short or underestimated him.
Percy might not, on the other hand, appreciate his family knowing about what he got up to in the bedroom. Or the study. Or the living room. Or the -- well. Anywhere but the kitchen, actually. He might actually approve of a violent sentiment, but he would be flattered by it if he’d known.
He wasn’t exceptionally loud ever (it just wasn’t something he knew how to be), but he let out a sharp little hiss at the hair pulling, pressed his hips forward to thrust into James’ hand and then back again to further -- well. Everything.
Wilson couldn’t help but wish he could see Percy’s face. There were few things in the world better looking than Percy Weasley looking utterly debauched and fucked out. Wilson moved faster, letting out a little whimper of warning.
It might not have been useful, but Percy gave a nod of agreement over the little whimper. It made his glasses fall off of his face, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. He balanced a little better on one arm in order to reach over with his other and thread his fingers through Wilson’s.
He’d noticed the nod, and Wilson moved faster and harder in response. For some reason, this was shaping up to be one of the better times they’d had sex, and he didn’t really know why; maybe it was how happy he was for his fiancé, maybe it was sheer hormonal need. But either way, Wilson groaned loud and long when he came, unaware until that very moment that he hadn’t put a condom on.
Percy hadn’t really noticed it up until then either -- but it was very hard not to currently. It was certainly a testament to their relationship and general levels of trust in general when Percy found it more fitting to worry about the state the couch would be in after this and nothing more. And if he had to be honest, he wasn’t really giving that much thought right now either. He had more pressing things to pay attention to -- like Wilson’s hand around his erection and just how good it felt when he let go completely.
Normally Wilson was immediately snugly after sex, but with this go, he had to simply take a moment breathe. “Good god,” he panted, making sure to prop himself up with the back of the sofa. Collapsing on Percy would just be bad form. “I don’t need to go for a run today, that was it.” He still sounded a bit raspy, but he was grinning the whole time.
Percy actually giggled over that, just a tiny little laugh as he caught his own breath. Instead of flopping down next to the other man like he wanted, he leaned over toward the desk for some tissues. Some messes could not be abided. “I -- approve.” he said, and wasn’t sure it made sense.
“Me too,” Wilson murmured. He was going to clean up the sofa, he really was, but at the same time, he wanted to get less boneless first. Muscles were good when they worked.
“Good.” He cleaned up a bit, because he was young and occasionally perky, and instead of getting tired after sex, Percy was often just a bit more wired than before. It wore off quickly enough, though.
That made Wilson smile, and he sat up to help Percy clean. “You know, Mom won’t stop talking about how happy she is I married a nice lawyer.” Sometimes Wilson swore his mom did things like that just to be a living, breathing stereotype.
Percy found his glasses where they’d fallen on the floor, and slipped them back on his nose, inspecting their cleaning job before sitting back down. “Well,” he said and looked smug over it all. “I am quite the catch, your mother has every right to be pleased.”
“She does! She’s already planning out what we’ll name our children. By the way, she wants one named Evan, just so you know.” He chuckled as he sprawled out, running his fingers through his hair, fluffing it further.
As if it need be any fluffier. It was really already so distracting how it was; Percy constantly wanted to touch Wilson’s hair. “I’ll keep that in mind for the next pet.” Mrs. Wilson could have all the pet grandchildren she liked, but she was going to be sorely disappointed, otherwise.
Wilson chuckled, wrapping his arms around Percy’s bare torso as he tugged him closer. “You do realize that’d make her happy anyway, right? She’s ... well, she likes you. You’re lucky.”
“Oh? Doesn’t she like most people you --er -- you know?” He cuddled closer, resting his chin on Wilson’s shoulder.
“Date? Not really, no. She hated my first wife, liked the second, and hated the third. I guess she just alternates people I marry. Good to end on a high point.” Wilson ran his fingers through Percy’s hair, closing his eyes and sighing contentedly.
Maybe Wilson’s mother just preferred to do everything in even numbers. Percy could get behind those kinds of ideals. “Lucky me, then,” he said, because he secretly did kind of like the idea of approval from some type of parent. Then he nuzzled closer, kissed Wilson’s cheek and gave a happy sigh of his own.
Before blinking and leaning back to look at a clock. “Is it lasagna yet?” He did so love accidentally ruining perfect moments.
Blinking, Wilson sat up. “Yes, yes it is.” He hopped up and walked quickly toward the kitchen. “I have to get going on the parmesan tuille!”
“Oh, okay.” Percy had no idea what that was. But he was keen on watching Wilson make it in the nude. Right after he found himself a pair of jeans to slip into, of course.
Wilson had the good sense to slip into an apron. Taking a baking sheet, he put some parchment paper down and heaped little mounds of parmesan cheese onto them, then putting it into the oven. He looked over his shoulder at Percy. “Are you looking at my ass, Percy?”
“Yes.” Percy was nothing if not brutally honest at times. And anyway, why wouldn’t he look? Wilson was ridiculous. And adorable. But mostly ridiculous. “Is that alright?”
“Of course! I’m just fairly sure I look ridiculous right now.” Wilson laughed, fully aware of the fact that he was a grown man wearing a Winnie-the-Pooh apron and nothing else while making parmesan tuilles.
Why he even owned a Winnie the Pooh apron was beyond the redhead. “You do,” Percy agreed, moving to lean against the counter and fetch the drink he’d left behind earlier. “Very ridiculous. But I love you, anyhow.”
“I’m glad. I’m a lucky guy, you know.” Wilson hummed as the timer dinged for the lasagna and the tuille both. He took out the food and started to serve it, putting the now crisp rounds of parmesan cheese on the lasagna for some crunch and cheese.
Then he put a plate in front of Percy, moving to get some wine for him. “Do you want me to bring you your boxers?”
“I can do it, you’ve worked enough. Do you want any? Or are you happy with Pooh?” Okay, maybe he giggled over that. But it seemed fair to do so.
Wilson couldn’t help but crack up himself. “I’ll take a pair of boxers too,” he chuckled. Pouring the wine, he couldn’t help but feel fantastic about how his life was going. Percy was so happy, and that made Wilson happy. If anything, it made Wilson realize he’d made the right decision in Percy.
Adjusting his glasses for no reason other than because he could, Percy gave a little nod before disappearing into the bedroom momentarily -- only to return a few moments later wearing a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, and bringing Wilson the same deal. Being mostly naked was all fun and good until there was an accident in the kitchen or something. Someone had to plan ahead.
Pulling on the same items, Wilson smiled and took a sip of his wine. “I’m just glad I didn’t have any weird kitchen mishaps,” he beamed. Really, any time he cooked mostly naked, he was proud of himself.
“Yes,” Percy agreed, sliding into his seat and raising an eyebrow in a way that might have been coy. “I’m afraid I’m not sure how I’d manage you having a kitchen mishap. Suddenly, dating a doctor would be a lot less useful.”
“I was thinking dating someone with a terrible penis injury. I’d have to go to rehab, I’d have to put on salves and things. I wonder if the burn ward’s seen anything like that.” He chewed thoughtfully.
Percy sipped his wine, and then tried to look very properly British and aghast all in one go. He was pretty sure he did a good job of it. "James. We're eating." Stop forever.
Wilson couldn’t help but giggle. “I love you?”
“I love you too. But still.” He had sensibilities to maintain, over here. British sensibilities! Also, he didn’t want to think about what possibly happened in penis rehab.
Great. Now he was thinking about it.
“Probably just kegels,” Wilson smirked, once again proving to be clairvoyant.
“James,” Percy repeated. But really, it was hard to keep this straight face going. Mind reading was a very unfair sort of ability. “I do not want to think about penis rehab. Or salves. Or burns. On penises.” God. His sensibilities.
“I like thinking about singular penises,” Wilson grinned, leaning in to kiss Percy’s shoulder. “But I’m selfish that way.”
Percy could only give a little sigh that he hoped sounded more put upon than he really felt about it all, and then ruffled Wilson’s hair.
Wilson smiled, cupping Percy’s cheek and giving him a gentle, loving kiss that was sweeter than the situation would have merited for most people. But Wilson liked that he got to be himself with Percy - sober and serious, as well as dorky and random. Percy was one of the few people who truly knew James Evan Wilson.
He knew it was all in good fun and silliness -- Percy was more than happy with the sweet kisses and took that plus another happily. “Love you,” he said again, and smiled a tiny sort of smile that spoke his actual pleasure in thick, heavy volumes. Sometimes less was more.