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Will has a son.
His son is gay (and that's fine by him, he's supportive), but his son's boyfriend drives him up a wall - he is annoying, crude and painfully self conscious in that bashful tempting way. He calls Will, "Mr. Lenny" in a sing-songy voice that makes Will want to scrape the skin on his thighs raw.
It's fine…he can be normal about it. Maybe he is just jealous. That has to be what has him wide awake at night. He was never able to be so open about himself at that young age…but there is no point in regrets. He has his son, he has Mia and her new husband, he has his friends. His life now is so full of love that he cannot imagine what his life would look like otherwise.
Yeah it was best to just write these feelings off…
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Deep down Will knows that in some part attraction and preferences are genetic - because damn if he doesn't think about that stupid grin, the tight jeans that hug James's hips...the low moans he hears through the wall late one night that are in an octave far too low to be his own blood.
Its wrong, its fucked, and Will has no way of stopping himself, not anymore. Not since he crossed the line and the uncomfortable feeling he was trying to hide from himself manifested as his own hand trying to satiate the hunger in his stomach. He hasn't felt this live wire type of attraction in decades - it makes him off kilter, has him stumbling over greetings and awkwardly excusing himself from any room that James occupied. The paranoia that his eyes will give away what he has done, what he thinks about, is too much to withstand in the safety of his own flat.
And the worst part of it all...his son thinks Will hates James, thinks his dad is just being supportive through gritted teeth...while in reality James looks at him through his lashes and licks his bloody lips.
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Will watches as his own hands destroy this calm life he has built for himself and his family - understands that he has self control even if he is too selfish to use it. With every impure, wrong, filthy thought he brings himself to the edge of damnation - to the edge of something unforgivable.
Because his son and James have broken up - shortly after James's birthday, his son stormed into the flat like a raging storm. He doesn't meet Will's eyes, doesn't talk…he just packs a bag and promptly fucks off to a friends. Will feels like somehow…someway…his son must know. They seemed to be so happy just the week prior and now Will can’t even be there for his son to comfort a first heart break.
He calls Mia, dodges all questions and has her promise to keep him updated because he doubts that he will be forgiven so easily for whatever it is he did. He is not even entirely sure what exact forgiveness he has to beg for.
Will has his answer a week later when there is an unexpected knock at the door. It's James with a box of things to return and a remorseful look in his eyes...and well...Will thinks it's impolite not to invite the lad over for tea. First breakups can be hard and he doesn't want James to think that Will hates him for it. The disgusting vile thing in his head adds on to that thought in a whisper, ‘At least you can be there for James, even if you can't be there for your son’.
The noise inside his head and the roar of his kettle keep Will preoccupied right up until James is pinning him against the kitchen counter with his hips, dragging a hot wet tongue up his neck and whispering, "I know you heard us Mr.Lenny...I bet you wanted me to moan that pretty for you instead?"
And when did James become this confident, this blatant?
Will was gone - all reason promptly evaporating from his conscience. It was as if his most filthy fantasy was extracted straight from his treacherous brain and broadcasted into the tiny kitchen. His knees had gone weak - he just stood there, hard, and moaning into the filthy kiss James gifted him. He felt like a bloody virgin helpless to his own desires for a man.
Will believes himself unworthy of this youthful hunger with years of silver in his hair, but he is too greedy to push back. He can't keep up with the ferocity of James's want. Mentally he is here - cock half hard with interest. It's already unprecedented for Will - he usually needs more than just a filthy kiss to get him to this point nowadays. James won't understand that. Will tries pointlessly to elude those large hands - tries to keep the momentum going before James finally gets some sense. He takes everything he can from those lips before his time runs out and his son’s ex realises that the age gap fantasy is not as hot in reality.
Unfortunately for Will, James is much bigger than him, more imposing. His large hands are firm and unfairly authoritative - like he knows what he is doing. James looks smug when he finds Will's interest - echoes no harsh quips about "keeping it up".
Instead he squeezes at Will's length and kisses his neck.
"I hope this means that...you can handle a bit more stimulation...daddy"
Its so fucking wrong and all will can do is say "fuck...don't...don't say that...please" as his treacherous cock expresses obvious interest.
"Hmm no fun" vibrates against his adam’s apple as James fucking pouts before continuing, "You are such a filthy geezer...I bet you look even dirtier on your hands and knees."
Will’s vision swims with lust - he hasn't done this in a few years, can't afford the luxury of bottoming when he has a temperamental kid causing havoc at home...but now...now there is no one here.
His resolve crumbles, the damn breaks, the sun comes out and shines on his very soul.
"Uh ya ever...uh...done that before?" Will grasps desperately at James’s biceps as he tries to find any reason to stop in his addled brain.
A mischievous glint in James’s eyes tells Will everything he doesn't want to know.
"Right okay....give me time to get ready"
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What James lacks for in experience he makes up for in following directions. He insisted on opening Will up even after Will did the work himself. His mind was filled with a constant stream of profanity - those fingers were god sent. He wasn’t sure if the profanity was spilling from his lips and betraying how affected he was by the rough pads rubbing at his prostate mercilessly. With a heavy hand pressing him down into the mattress, all he could do was drool and roll his eyes back like a slut on display.
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Will is thankful for James's thick fingers at the third thrust of that giant cock. Will could take the length, the girth but he couldn’t take the virility of a man in his sexual prime like this. James's thrusts were rhythmic but wild - the angle shifting ever so slightly and pulling at his rim just that much more. Will thinks he might be crying - his cock is rock hard and James is paying it no mind. He just holds down Will’s shins and uses his full weight to slam into his newly abused hole.
He is gasping and moaning like a whore - echoing James's strangled mewls. The "not quite perfect" of it all is driving Will up a wall or rather a cliff wall with jagged rocks at the bottom that will break his every bone when he inevitably falls.
The drop down is spectacular. Will cums with a sob the second James wraps his strong hand around him - the firm grip feels like fire on his shaft and it rips him to shreds. He is a mumbling mess as James stutters his hips at the added pressure and releases inside of him with a tight "Oh".