Grayson (hairtriggermood) wrote in worldsapart_ic, @ 2019-04-14 17:34:00 |
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It had been a couple weeks since Billy had invited Grayson into his home and helped him find work to start getting back on his feet and the werewolf was still waiting for the inevitable ask because nobody was that nice. Or so Grayson had found in his limited time on planet Earth. There was always something. He just didn't know what that something was to Billy as it might be different from the others. The thing was that Grayson didn't know what else there was and what he could give as it wasn't like he had a lot of anything and what he did have was limited at best.
He'd been stewing on this predicament for the last week or so and it had shown, Billy had noticed that something was off. Not that Grayson was letting his thoughts slip. Nope. He was keeping them very firmly to himself. He could figure this shit out without help thank you very much. Of course what he figured out and what was actually happening were probably two very different things and way off in left field but Grayson wasn't exactly the product of good upbringing and rational sense.
Eventually he figured he'd just bite the bullet and he hovered awkwardly near Billy's bedroom as the other got ready for bed.
Billy tugged off his shirt and threw it into his washing basket, breathing out slowly as he stretched his arms above his head. It was late enough and he'd been on the day shift so he had a as-close-to-human as possible body clock right now. He was exhausted and ready to crash out for the next ten hours until he had to get up and do it all over again the next day.
Pulling another shirt on over his head, clad then in a tee and boxers he realised that Grayson's presence hadn't moved from where he'd been hovering outside Billy's room. The kid had been acting particularly weirdly recently and though Billy had asked and asked he said nothing. And so he'd dropped it, figuring if it was important, Grayson would talk to him about it.
And maybe that was what the hovering was about?
Raking his fingers through his hair, Billy moved to the door and tugged it open, arms folded as he leaned against the door frame and let his gaze fall on Grayson. As always, there was nothing there but patience.
"You alright, kid?" he asked, catching himself a second too late, "Sorry- old habits. But, everything okay? You need something?"
Grayson totally didn't jump a little when the door suddenly opened and Billy was right there and for a moment any false bravado and courage seemingly leapt out of the window to its death as he just sort of stared at the vampire.
What was he doing again? Oh, right.
The wolf stepped around Billy and wandered into his room where without words he slipped out of his t-shirt and then pushed both hands into the other man's hair, fingers and palms encircling the back of his head as Grayson lifted up onto his toes to press a slow clearly well practiced kiss to Billy's mouth.
Billy reacted immediately as Grayson's fingers sunk into his hair and he was pulled into a kiss. His hands lifted to press against Grayson's shoulders, pulling himself back as he pushed gently on Grayson's shoulders to separate himself from the young werewolf, immediately cataloguing their interactions to see where he might have given Grayson the wrong impression, trying to think about what he might have done at any point that would have made Grayson think that he wanted something from him.
Brow furrowed in confusion, as soon as there was enough distance, Billy took half a step backwards, "What're you- Grayson I don't- Balls- I- What?!"
People always wanted something or at least that was Grayson's experience of the world. Nobody did anything out of the goodness of their heart, there was always an ulterior motive. It might not be evident straight away but you just had to give them enough time.
When Billy rejected him and pushed him away Grayson's brow knitted in obvious confusion before shame and a catalogue of other emotions including embarrassment and sheer utter mortification came flooding in like an unwelcome tsunami.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Forget it," he said with a dismissive shake of his head, his cheeks flushed with heat. Stupid, Grayson, really fucking stupid. And he hated how much that voice sounded like his mother. He hurriedly pulled on his t-shirt and basically made a break for it because honestly he just needed to get as far away from Billy as he could. "Sorry," he mumbled as he passed through the door.
Billy stared after Grayson for a moment before he was moving, blurring faster than the werewolf could move to get in between Grayson and the top of the stairs. He didn't quite know what they were going to be talking about, but he knew that whatever had just happened needed to be clarified before it went any further or before Grayson got any ideas in his head more than what he already had done.
"Grayson-" he started, "- you realise that's not- I don't- You don't owe me anything. You know that, right?"
Honestly Grayson just really needed Billy to move because he needed to put as much distance between him and that god awful situation as possible. "Yeah, right," he muttered with a small shake of his head. "I gotta-" Get the fuck out of here, leave, just fucking run. He knew he could do it, he was very good at running. It was like the one skill he'd mastered.
The wolf chanced a look at Billy before he backed up and made for the nearest door.
Billy looked distraught, knowing that Grayson needed some space but also not really wanting to let him go because what if he didn't come back? He rubbed the back of his neck and reached out, mouth open to speak again but since Grayson was already down the stairs the door was closing before he could say anything else.
He rubbed his hand over his face and leaned against the wall. Let him go for now, he'd be back later and then they could talk in the morning.
Yeah. That was the only thing he could do.
But he did go downstairs and unlock the front door, falling asleep on the couch with the porch light on.