Percival Ignatius Weasley has discovered sarcasm. (analretentive) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-04-06 21:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !partner thread, james wilson, percy weasley |
Who: Percy + Wilson
What: Basically some unapologetic car sex
When: 4/1 -- possibly 4/2 at this point
Where: A back seat near you
Rating: High. Read above.
Status: Complete
Percy had not been intending to stay at the Twin’s party as late as he had. They had. They.
At first it’d been awkward. Terrible. Loud music, too many people. Way too many people, actually, and beyond a few family members and friends, he hadn’t really known anyone. Sometimes that was all a bit too much for him. He’d stood on the outskirts of life the party, cheap plastic cup in hand and just -- well. Watched. And drank, some. Because it was a party, and that was what you were meant to do at parties.
But after enough drinks, and enough Wilson (far more social, in his own right -- better at smiling and just existing than Percy was), Percy had found that things weren’t too bad. The cake was good. Someone had brought an honest to god pony, and he’d spent a good portion of time trying to persuade the Twins that getting it drunk wasn’t the best idea.
And then he’d ended up shoeless and shin deep in the ocean, although he wasn’t really sure how or why that had seemed like a proper idea. That was probably a good sign that it was time to leave. Where the hell had he put his shoes?
Wilson was also by the ocean, shoes off, wiggling his toes in damp sand. He’d even worn a t-shirt to the shindig. He’d brought the twins business cards and holders for their birthday, but nothing too serious. It was a gift that wasn’t too personal (because he didn’t know them too well, not really) but also not too cold (like gift cards or money).
He’d also taken part in trying not to get the pony drunk, followed by giving out water and snacks to those who looked far too inebriated, as well as diagnosing the constant headaches of one party-goer as chronic eye strain. He was a giver.
Truly, he was.
Percy turned from the ocean, blaming his slight wobble on the unevenness of the sand. He adjusted his glasses, bemoaned the fact that wet feet plus sand equated to mess and then flopped down next to Wilson. He was sure there was sand everywhere anyway. He bumped shoulders with the other man, eyes still on the ocean. “I don’t know where my shoes are,” he said then, a little plaintively.
“I moved them, they’re behind me.” Wilson turned to point out their shoes, socks nestled inside them, laying side by side on a dune. Fastidious to a fault, the older man had picked a place out where they wouldn’t get wet or too dirty. Counter-bumping Percy’s shoulder, Wilson smiled. “It’s nice out. We should go swimming.”
Wilson was very good. Sometimes Percy wondered why he bothered to worry at all these days. He probably wouldn’t if it wasn’t such a large part of his nature.
“Oh,” he said, glancing over at his shoes and deflating a bit. Really, he’d been concerned. “That’s brilliant.” A pause, as he considered all the rest. “Swimming? Here?” There was a really in there somewhere, but he forgot to vocalize that one.
“Why not?” Wilson smirked, tugging off his shirt. “Nobody’s around to notice it, right?”
Percy blinked, an owlish sort of expression crossing his features as he turned to look behind them -- there was no uneven sand to hide his unsteadiness this time, but if Wilson didn’t comment on it, neither would he. The party was ongoing, but true enough, no one was paying them any mind, considering the slight distance.
“I guess not,” he said, shrugging before removing his own tee-shirt with a tug that left his hair a mess, but his glasses still even.
Wilson couldn’t help but grin at Percy agreeing. He didn’t think that Percy would’ve done this at all before he’d met him. But he also just had a thrill at shucking his trousers and boxer briefs with a whoop and jogging into the spray.
Wait. Were they getting naked? Was that a thing that they were doing right now? Percy stared for a long moment, a bit frozen in spot -- sitting in the sand sans shirt and shoes. It made sense technically -- after all, it’d be easier to get dressed again with all dry clothing. But still. Wilson was not wrong -- this was not something he would have done before they’d met. Even after so many drinks, he was concerned about doing it now.
He stood, glad it was dark enough to hide his blush, looked around them, just to make sure he wasn’t being watched and awkwardly undid the button to his jeans. His boyfriend was crazy, that was all there was to it.
Buffeted by the waves, Wilson laughed and tossed his damp hair. “It’s freezing!” He could feel his testicles beating a hasty retreat back into his body, but he was laughing and jumping around anyway. The salt tasted good on his lips.
“And that’s meant to encourage me?” Percy asked, his eyebrow raise lost to the shadows. All for the best anyway, since he was obviously already encouraged enough to slip his bottoms off and edge his way awkwardly into the water. Wilson hadn’t been fucking around, it was cold and he wasn’t sure how inclined he really was to go much further.
Well, except for the fact that he’d rather someone caught him naked underwater than not. “Oh, god.”
Wilson laughed, moving closer to Percy. “We won’t get hypothermia, promise.” He wrapped slippery-wet arms around his boyfriend, snogging him and grinning. “Are you having fun? If not, we can go home.”
Well, as long as he was promised.
“It’s better now than before,” Percy admitted -- he hadn’t been having a great time at first, but then the party had sort of worn on his nerves enough for him to become at least acclimated. He stole another kiss and pressed close -- although with the both of them wet there really wasn’t a ton of warmth to steal.
“Well, you’re also drunk.” Wilson ran his fingers up and down Percy’s arms, smiling. “That doesn’t hurt. I’ll drive us home, don’t worry.” He couldn’t help but get sentimental for a moment, running damp fingers over Percy’s cheek. “I’m proud of you, you know? I know this wasn’t easy.”
Percy nearly felt bad that Wilson was the perpetual designated driver. If by perpetual, he meant these two times. He leaned into the fingers, giving a tiny smile. “Thank you,” he said, because he tended to agree. The Twins were not easy to deal with, especially for Percy. “It wasn’t. I probably wouldn’t have come if you hadn’t.” Which was more or less true -- Percy was exceptionally good at begging out of social events, and had been for nearly a decade. A pause. “And yes. A little drunk.” Not terribly though -- just enough to be more social and a little less graceful.
Kissing Percy with the waves knocking them around was difficult, but Wilson preserved. He was going to snog his boyfriend, and nature could be damned. “I think parties like this are a little more fun tipsy. I don’t like huge things like this.” Wilson was more of a small intimate gathering sort of guy. “You still didn’t have to come with me.”
Percy laughed at that, a silly bubbly sort of laugh that probably had more to do with those plastic red cups than anything else. “Yes,” he agreed, but it was clear he didn’t. “Because that would have gone well for the both of us. ‘Where’s Percy?’ they’d ask. And then, because I wasn’t around, oh -- god. The things they’d say.” No one needed that sort of subjugation. The waves were a bit much, and so Percy rather clung tightly to Wilson. “If I lose my glasses out here,” he said, “do not think I won’t have a tear to shed over them.”
“I’ll swim and get them for you,” Wilson smiled, lifting Percy up a bit and walking with him toward the shore. “But I understand, I feel the same way about my reading glasses.” Which Percy hadn’t seen him use yet. Crap. Wilson wasn’t sure why he was paranoid and self-conscious about them, but he was, and he couldn’t quite avoid it. The rebellion his eyes had lead against small print seemed to be just another way of life reminding him that he was getting old.
“But you’re having an okay time? I just don’t want you to feel awkward.”
“I didn’t know you had reading glasses,” Percy said, clinging to that fact for a moment. Wilson was, after all, talking to a young man who’d been doomed to wear glasses since he was barely old enough to read at all. He was the least likely to judge based on eyeball rebellion. If anything, he thought it quite endearing.
“An okay time, yes,” he agreed, as they made their way out of the water from a swim that was too short lived to really include swimming. Maybe some other time, when it was warmer, Percy would be more inclined to stay out there. “It’s not bad, promise.” He liked that Wilson looked out for him like this, although he might never admit it. It was nice to know someone cared about how he was feeling. Truth be told, he’d probably always feel a bit awkward around his family and large groups of people. But it wasn’t bad, like he’d said.
“Yeah, I don’t like wearing them around people,” he sighed. Once they hit the sand, Wilson flopped out, knowing they were too far from the house for people to really see him. “Unf. I thought the water here was supposed to be warm year round. I feel faintly betrayed.”
Smiling at his boyfriend, Wilson looked a bit cold, but happy. “Want to sneak away early?”
Snorting, Percy made a vague effort of drying himself off with his t-shirt before slipping his pants back on and settling himself down a bit gingerly next to James. “We could,” he agreed, perhaps a bit too eagerly. He’d done his time though, and been as social as he could possibly be. Going home with Wilson was a perfect reward, particularly since he’d taken the next day off to recover.
“We put in an appearance, we have tomorrow off. I say we go home, take a shower, and cuddle the kids in bed while reading with a mug of tea.” He smiled to himself, rolling over to stand up and wrinkling his nose when he discovered how sandy he was.
He tried in vain to de-sand himself by brushing himself off. He ended up using his boxer briefs to dust everything off as best he could. He pulled his jeans on, sans boxers, wrinkling his nose. “Come on.”
And that’s why you don’t lay on the sand while wet, Percy wanted to say -- because it was not in the least beyond him to lecture people for doing silly things. It was clear the lesson
as learned though, so the need to say anything fell by the wayside. “Seems good,” Percy agreed, slipping his damp shirt back on before grabbing his shoes and offering his free hand to his boyfriend.
The kids. That was funny. But nearly correct. Scout had taken to sleeping atop Percy’s chest in the middle of the night, and it was all a bit weird.
Wilson pulled his t-shirt on and then took Percy’s hand. He’d put his sandy boxer briefs in the back pocket of his jeans so he could wash them up later. “Scout really misses you when you’re gone.” She slept on Percy’s pillow whenever the younger man chose to stay in his apartment overnight.
“Oh, I TiVo’d some shows for you that I know you wanted. As long as you don’t erase my telanovelas, you can always record what you like.”
“I make no promises during Shark Week,” Percy said, raising his head a little in obvious good humor. He didn’t watch much tv. It really wouldn’t be a problem. Wilson could have all the weird Spanish dramas he wanted. “And does she? You think she’d be happy with all that extra space.” He was not inclined to think that a cat actually liked a human being.
They snuck around the people at the party -- Percy might have been a bit tipsy, but that didn’t mean he had any interest in having further conversation with people. He had a plan - plans were meant to be followed. And his brothers were probably passed out by now anyway.
“Oh, I like Shark Week too. Really, any nature documentary. I always say if I couldn’t be a doctor, I’d be a vet.” Which was really a doctor still. Wilson liked his job very much. Humming, he wrapped an arm around Percy’s waist, winding his way through people that were still drinking and chatting.
When they made their way out of the house, Wilson nodded. “She does. I think she likes your smell. Which sounds creepy, except it’s a cat. So kind of cute.”
“Kind of,” Percy said, frowning at that in consideration. Cats were weird. Then again, so were most other animals, and people too. He paused, looking at the street and then down at his bare feet. Hm. “I forget where you parked.”
Wilson knew where he parked, and he whistled as he walked toward it, swinging his shoes a little as he wandered over. He was far more sober than Percy, but it was by design. “You know, you’re adorable when you’re tipsy, Percy.”
“Hardly,” said Percy, trailing after Wilson a bit like a lost puppy. Then he gave a little pause, as if actually considering the statement even though he’d already rebuffed it. “I thought I was adorable all the time.”
Wilson grinned at him over his shoulder. “You are. Just extra adorable when you’re tipsy.” He waited for Percy to catch up, wrapping his arms around him, snogging him as they walked. “Why, I thought you didn’t want to be adorable?” He couldn’t help but smirk lopsidedly to himself.
“Hm,” said Percy, not really deliberating as hard as he let on. “Did I say that? I thought that was you?” Either way, he liked the kisses, even if walking and snogging were not things that were easily done at the same time. Still, he was a clever fellow so he managed.
“I don’t even know anymore,” Wilson purred, pulling Percy closer. He was shimmying and backstepping as he walked toward the car. Which they were soon standing near, and he just leaned against it, snogging Percy contentedly. If he couldn’t make out with his boyfriend in a parking lot, he didn’t want to live in this world anymore.
Making out in parking lots was just kinda what they did, anyway. Clearly it was something that was meant to be, considering that they’d done it the first time they’d met. Rash of Percy, and yet it’d been a terribly good choice. Giving a happy little hum about it, Percy balanced himself by settling his hands on the car on either side of Wilson even as they kissed.
Wilson nipped lightly at Percy’s lower lip, reaching out to rub under Percy’s shirt at his back. He was having a really great evening, and he didn’t particularly want it to end. “Come on. Let’s go home and see the kids and then have sex everywhere.” Because Wilson’s penis had rebounded from the cold water pretty well, apparently.
It had been bound to happen eventually. And the prospect of sex everywhere was just as nice as tea and reading, if not a bit better. “Okay,” agreed Percy, and it was such a chipper response it nearly distracted even him (ugh. Maybe tipsy was adorable). Still, he stole another kiss before practically traipsing to the passengers side of the car.
Unable to hold it back, Wilson laughed. “Man, I’m going to have to come up with another word for adorable.” Just because they were in the car didn’t mean the makeouts had to end, though! Before he even had it started, Wilson was snogging Percy again, tugging him closer by the shirt.
Percy was rather for that -- normally he wasn’t much of a Let’s-Do-This-In-Public type, but he’d found lately that Wilson made him change his mind about a lot of things. Anyway, cars weren’t really public. Not exactly.
He wiggled over in his seat until it was barely his seat anymore, pressing kisses and tiny nibbles to his boyfriends’ jawline. “There are a million synonyms for adorable,” he pointed out, because he was just the sort of person who might take that literally.
“Which one would you prefer? I don’t have a thesaurus in the car.” Wilson was kissing along Percy’s neck as he talked. “I guess I could download an app for that.” He looked around behind them in the parking lot, giggling a little to himself. “We could always get into the backseat.”
“Charming was always a better one -- quite respectable, nearly proper....” Percy didn’t need an app on his phone, generally. He read too much for all that. Then again, so did Wilson. He was really over thinking this, even as he considered the logistics of squirming around in the backseat. One one hand, he’d never done it before. On the other hand, it was probably one of those things that looked sexier than it was -- like giving blowjobs in showers.
Then again. He shrugged, turning his head into one of the kisses. “Okay,” he agreed -- because it was hard to disagree with anything Wilson offered, particularly when he giggled.
“You really are charming, in all seriousness.” Wilson grinned, wiggling and climbing into the backseat in a way that was about six shades away from graceful, but hell. HE got back there. “In retrospect, I should’ve just gotten out and used the door.”
Percy took that as a prompt to do it the proper way. He was just too gangly to climb over seats in cars and not expect to land on his nose. Getting out of the car, he opened the back door and slid in with a nearly smug expression. “Much easier,” he agreed before scooting closer and pressing a kiss onto Wilson’s neck.
“I’ve never been back here before. It’s kind of nice,” he grinned, moving to straddle Percy. Wilson was feeling playful, and it meant that he’d probably end the night injured in some awful way. But for that moment he was safe, arms wrapped around his boyfriend’s shoulders, kissing him deeply. God bless booze.
Fingers landed in their proper spot -- Wilson’s hips were like magnets for Percy’s hands, he couldn’t explain why other than it felt right, but that was probably good enough. It was kind of nice in the backseat. A little roomier than Percy had expected - although it might have been nicer if either of them had had the foresight to move the seats up some, but back seat car make outs were not meant to include foresight. That was the sort of thing that took the magic out of it.
“Mm,” the ginger agreed, and nearly giggled himself for how bizarre this was.
Giggling wasn’t the most manly of activities, but Wilson didn’t care. He was doing it anyway. Kissing Percy was the most addictive of things anyway, and Wilson was of no mind to stop.
Even if he saw people coming toward them. Even if they were making noise.
In all fairness, if Wilson was going for manly activities, Percy probably wasn’t going to be included on that list anyway. He wasn’t effeminate by any stretch of the imagination, but he also couldn’t tell you how touchdowns happened.
Percy was working at undoing the button on James’ jeans, but with his mouth busy it wasn’t as if he could look in order to coordinate his fingers with what he was doing. It didn’t occur to him to listen out for people -- and why should it have? He was drunk and busy, man.
Percy wasn’t stopping. Wilson had expected him to, but the fact that he wasn’t made getting his jeans off all the more pressing. “Holy ... shit,” he muttered under his breath, tugging his shirt off and returning to lean forward, kissing Percy as hard as he ever had. He could hear laughter coming from the far right of them, and Wilson wondered when he’d gotten an exhibitionistic streak.
Holy shit, indeed. Percy did pause at that for a moment -- as if just noting that any noise being made was not just the two of them. Wilson’s kisses were far more pressing though -- and even laughter from a distance wasn’t really enough to get him to stop what he was doing for more than a second. Percy aimed to wake up in the morning with satisfyingly bruised lips, after all. Maybe the redhead had been properly suited for Gryffindor -- this was equally brave and stupid.
Finally, his brain and fingers were on the same page and Percy couldn’t help but let out a little triumphant sound when the button was properly undone. The zipper was easy work after that.
Groaning when his jeans were further down on his legs from the sheer joy of not having a zipper pressing into his most sensitive parts. “We can stop, if you want to,” he murmured.
Because stopping seemed like the easiest thing to do after the noise Wilson had just made. Really. Percy wiggled a little in the room he had to look over his shoulder, out the window. Squinting didn’t help much when it was dark out. “Should we?” He asked, torn between what would normally be common sense (and really, where had it gone?) and libido -- what he really meant was that he’d trust the doctor’s call on this one.
“Probably,” Wilson murmured. “Not gonna. But probably.” He leaned back, grinning at Percy. “Unless you want to.” But he figured Percy didn’t, if only because he could feel him against his groin.
“Maybe we should,” Percy said, and the touch of concern in his voice betrayed his hands completely as fingers freed Wilson completely from confines of jeans. Contradictory was apparently something he pulled off well.
Wilson silenced Percy by kissing him hard, by running his fingers down to unbutton and unzip him. Really, they didn’t have the ability to have sex since they were without lube, but there were plenty of other things they could do. And did it matter if they were seen?
It probably would to Percy, actually. But he apparently thought the chances low enough to not be as bothered as he might usually be (although he’d never hear the end of it if the Twins found out and that should have been concern enough).
Oh well. There was something to be said for a lesson about inhibitions. He kissed back, forgetting his concern for the moment, and voicing a little hum of pleasure instead.
Wilson moved a bit, grinning as he scooted back on the seat to lean down, tugging Percy’s jeans off of his hips. Normally Wilson was a leisurely sort of blowjob giver, but this was public, this was hot, this was only going to happen once. So he went for it, going faster and deeper than usual.
“Holy shit,” Percy said, parroting Wilson’s own words from earlier. His grip found tough purchase in his boyfriend’s hair and Percy used what little space they had to buck his hips forward in a way that he’d been determined not to do the last time. His head may or may not have bumped against the window.
The bucking was ridiculously hot, and Wilson was careful to hold his jaw slack so that Percy could move all he wanted to. He would’ve said something, told Percy to go faster, but he thought the younger man would get the hint. Just in case, Wilson groaned and gripped the seat a little tighter, hoping Percy would grip his hair all the harder.
He got the hint -- it wasn’t exactly subtle. Beside that Wilson and Percy had been practicing on their silent - touch only sort of communication for a while now. “Christ,” Percy panted, keeping on topic. “That’s fucking--” Fingers did tighten their grip, because despite being crammed into the little space of the back seat, sometimes the ginger wa sure he was going to fall over, anyway.
Wilson didn’t want to be completely passive, so he moved his tongue whenever Percy bucked up, ran his fingernails hard over his hips. It was like they had a weird sort of two way telepathy, like they could read each other’s minds. James had never had that with anyone he’d ever been with before, never had anything close to it. He could even do it with Percy when it came to finishing his sentences, though he didn’t do it out loud. That would just be tacky.
Really would, and Percy was sure that there were other Weasley’s that were much better suited to tackiness, and that he and Wilson needed no part in it.
This is just exceptionally hot, was all he could seem to think -- this act in the back of a car in a parking lot -- the area otherwise terribly public. He shouldn’t have liked it so well, but he did. The thought alone was nearly enough-- but James’ nails against his skin, and just how amazing his mouth was -- well. The younger man was sure he was being spoiled, somehow.
“James,” he said, in that way that was just his; Percy always thought it was polite to give a warning, after all.
The windows were fogging, and Percy’s movements combined with James’ constant readjustment to make sure he was in a good position made the car move just so. Wilson didn’t know how they weren’t being watched.
But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that tone in Percy’s voice, the honeyed way he said his name that made Wilson want to do anything, everything for him. Wilson wanted to do this with Percy every day until the end of time, and he didn’t care how sappy that sounded.
Logically, that was a sentiment that made no sense -- had Percy a) not been so preoccupied and b) known what Wilson was thinking, he might have told the older man that his thoughts were both sappy and lacking in logic. He also might have sounded exceptionally fond when saying so.
That was really here nor there though, considering hypotheticals. And Percy really was busy: climaxing was sort of something that took up all of his attention -- no one else was going to see those starbursts, gasp wantonly or tug a little harder on James' hair for him.
Wilson loved the way Percy sounded like his entire world was at peace, was suddenly a little better with every orgasm. And Wilson actually thought maybe that was the case. Maybe Percy needed more toe curling and back arching in his life. Maybe he just needed more love, period.
Wilson was fine with that. That was a decent life’s calling.
After a few moments, the older man leaned back and wiped his mouth off with an absentminded lick of his lips.
Sexual healing was a splendid sort of thought. Being in a loving relationship was certainly helpful, and it definitely did Percy some good in the nerves department at the very least. It wasn't changing the entirety of his being, or the way he was hardwired -- but who didn't feel at least a little better about life when they knew there was someone around who cared?
Percy caught his breath -- was forced to realize that his glasses had gone foggy along with the car windows, and then laughed almost stupidly for a moment. "That was -- " but sometimes there weren't proper words, so instead, he pulled Wilson closer. Even with fogged over eyewear, it wasn't hard to reclaim the erection that he'd been working his fingers over earlier. They'd already spent this long in the car, and it seemed awfully rude not to return the favor.
Even as Percy ran his fingers over his cock, Wilson reached up for his glasses. Wiping them off with the hem of his discarded shirt, Wilson smiled and put them back on Percy’s face. One of the great tragedies surrounding Wilson was that he was a romantic at heart, someone who thought that love was the greatest reason for living, one of the purer reasons for being. And then he’d been broken down, been beaten up by the very institution he’d put all of his faith into.
Percy was helping with that.
"Thank you," murmured Percy, blinking as his eyes readjusted and then smiling brilliantly. Wilson was a romantic; Percy liked it very much even if he sometimes felt silly about it. It never really stopped him feeling similarly though.
Not stopping his handiwork (har har), Percy wriggled around on the seat until he was sitting up more (really, these two should have been more proud of themselves for the maneuvering. It's not easy.) and able to press a hard kiss onto Wilson's lips.
He hadn’t gotten the Solara for its ample backseat; Wilson seldom had enough people around, in his house, to need the backseat at all. But he’d certainly never thought that he’d have a gorgeous, lithe, witty boyfriend snogging him. The extra room was proving to be a boon.
“Love you,” Wilson murmured, glad that Percy allowed him to be as unrepentantly sappy as Wilson tended to be.
Every so often, it took all that he had not to respond with ‘I know’, as Wilson had some time ago. This was definitely one of those times. Percy smiled, canted his head to the side slightly and nearly came off as demure. You know, for a guy who was giving his boyfriend a hand job in the back of a car. “Love you too,” he said simply, followed by his thumb brushing over the tip of James' cock and then fingers changing their grip completely: under hand instead of over made for an easier, longer stroke.
Percy’s demure look normally made Wilson smile, made him comment on how cute he was. But when Percy changed up his stroke, Wilson leaned back, groaning quietly, almost an exhalation of breath. “Jesus, Percy,” he murmured, pulling him closer so he could kiss him.
“Hmm?” Percy asked in a playful hum, directly against James’ lips. He wiggled closer -- until they were as near as they could possibly be whilst still allowing for hand movement. Teeth and kisses grazed across Wilson’s jawline.
“You’re going to kill me someday,” Wilson purred. He wiggled hard against Percy’s hand, bucking up and burying his head in Percy’s shoulder at the same time. His sentimental side came out, and he thought about how lovely it would be to go on a vacation with Percy. He had some time, maybe he should see if Percy wanted to go on vacation. Holiday, he’d probably call it.
Bit of both, considering Percy intermingled his upbringing with the last ten years of his life in the states -- he flip flopped on words and phrasing sometimes as if even he wasn’t sure which was which.
“I’d feel terribly were that the case,” Percy said, an absent response followed by a little huff of breath as he pressed his chin close to Wilson’s head and closed his eyes, concentrating only on the task at hand. And terrible puns.
“Please don’t.” Wilson smiled, running his fingers through Percy’s hair. “On either count, really.” Give him a heart attack or feel terrible. “I was thinking. Just now.” Words were difficult, and had to come between huffed gasps and whimpers. “Should go on vacation somewhere.” Relax on a beach with drinks festooned with umbrellas and plastic swords, or they could go to a cosy mountain cabin. Something where they could be alone with the kids and just lay around.
“I won’t,” came his nearly flippant reply, and then Percy was torn between thinking that that sounded like a lovely idea, and that maybe he wasn’t doing his job well enough here if Wilson had time to think up holiday plans for the both of them whilst making out in the back seat of a car.
“You think?” he asked, nearly cautious before nibbling at his boyfriend's ear.
That melted Wilson’s brain a bit. He couldn’t form words, so he simply nodded to himself, reaching out to pull Percy closer and snog him. Percy’s lips were swollen, as were Wilson’s, and it made him groan in the back of his throat.
That was better, Percy thought, deciding that holiday plans were conversations that should happen between tea, books, and pets they somehow had started considering children. The redhead stole Wilson’s noises, swallowing them in a kiss. Never wanting to be boring in this regard, Percy changed his grip somewhat again, finding a quicker rhythm.
If it was dignified for grown men to whimper, Wilson did. If it wasn’t, then he’d lie and say that he’d moaned. Or something like that. Murmuring Percy’s name over and over, Wilson let his head fall back to the headrest, closing his eyes and shuddering.
There was very little dignified about what they were doing here, and so Percy would be sure not to hold it against Wilson, no matter what noises he might make.
Petting Wilson’s still sort of wet hair with his free hand, Percy murmured something nonsensical and approving until the shuddering subsided and they were left with little breaths and sticky hands. The kind of control he’d had over the situation was sobering and welcoming all at the same time.
“Sorry,” Wilson murmured, high on adrenaline, still sort of giggling. He leaned forward to get something out of the glove compartment. Baby wipes and hand sanitizer. Of course.
Of course. Percy gave a sort of laugh of his own, looking bemused. “I am not shocked at that,” he said, but what he really meant was I Love You.
“Hey, road trips are sticky and gross. The same can be said of sex.” He kissed Percy contentedly, walking out of the car once he’d gotten his jeans zipped up, and plopped back into the front seat. “Come on, I got some chocolate tea, it’s heaven.”
Percy only shook his head, wiping himself off and then applying the sanitizer to his hands before adjusting his clothing a bit and relocating himself back to the much more spacious front seat and buckling his seatbelt. He let his head rest against the headrest for a moment, utterly bemused. Wilson made him do very strange things, sometimes. “Chocolate?” he asked, both interested and disgusted. Americans and their fake tea flavors, he never knew what to think of it.
“It’s yerba mate, cacao nibs, carob, and cinnamon. It’s more like hot chocolate that has caffeine.” Wilson leaned over to kiss him. “Are you going to be all British about it?”
Percy kissed back before giving an indulgent, nearly smug sort of expression. “I am always “all British” about it,” he said. Although it wasn’t really true. He’d try it. Probably like it, too.
“Which is part of your charm, you know.” Wilson winked at Percy. Smug was sexy on the ginger, and he started up the car before he got too horny to think again.
Yes, it was probably best to actually get on the way, because Percy took a little too well to compliments sometimes, and was just a liable to push them both into the backseat again. Instead, he just grinned and shrugged, as if to say ‘well, yes, I did know.’ Wilson, look at the monster you’ve created.
A snarky, sexy, gorgeous monster. Wilson could live with that. “So, do you want to pick out the movie?” He reached out to grab Percy’s hand, lifting it up to his lips and kissing it lightly. “I really had fun tonight. Maybe if I ever meet your parents we shouldn’t have sex in their driveway, though.”
“Oh, god,” said Percy, in a way that he hoped properly conveyed just how awful a thing that would be. “Right-- let’s not.” Doing it outside of brothers’ party? That was apparently okay.
“Er-- oh. Yes,” he said after a second. “I can do that.” Pick out a movie, that was. Well, no, he probably couldn’t, but he could give it a good effort until James helped him out after a bit. Which had to count for something.
“My mother asked if I was seeing someone. She’ll probably expect us to have sex in the driveway if we ever go see her, but she’s weird.” He wrinkled his nose, shaking his head. “Yeah, Mom’s ... special.” He shuddered a little to himself.
Percy kept his eyes pointedly on the road for this conversation, because he wasn’t really sure where else to look. He knew, obviously, that Wilson had no problem with people knowing about his preferences one way or the other, but there was still some part of him that found it -- well. Strange? He was so close to the vest with all of his information, particularly to his family. That someone could be so different surprised him.
“You told her about me?” he asked, because he couldn’t help himself.
“She said I sounded happy and asked what the girl I was seeing was like, and I just ... blurted it out.” Wilson smiled to himself. “I’m proud of who I’m in love with.”
It wasn’t hard for Percy to blush over that, and so he did. He glanced down at his lap, and couldn’t help a little smile either. “I see,” he murmured, sounding well pleased.
The rest of the ride home passed in companionable silence, and Wilson couldn’t help but grin as they entered the house. Two animals who loved them, was there anything better?