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He takes a sip of his whiskey, giving him a nudge.
They stand there as they take bites from the plate, sipping on their drinks. Alec points out the people he was watching earlier, and they watch as the casual brushes of fingers are passed, the normal intimacy that happens without question, just knowing that they’re welcome. Their own touches happen as Bill straightens Alec’s tie. Alec pokes a piece of steak before letting the tines slide over Bill’s teeth and tongue as he feeds him. They watch as the first dance happens, and the bride and groom turn about the room, making a mix of black and white as they make a particularly fast turn. Alec’s eyes glow at that, enjoying the love in the air.
He watches as the groom dances with his sister, their own makeshift version of a mother-son dance. A few tears are shed between them, and Alec has to look away from the uncomfortable display of affection.
The plate gets finished and the two men stand there, almost awkwardly as they watch people dance on the makeshift dance floor. Old and new couples, nervous and steady gazes. Bill leans slightly on Alec, not resting any weight on him, but placing his foot in front of Alec’s, being in his space. Alec’s hand rests on the edge of the doctor's suit jacket, just a pinch of fingers to acknowledge that he’s there. He can feel the stitches of fabric between the microscopic bumps of his fingers, and the sensation grounds him.
There’s women with colorful, gauzy dresses that catch the strobing lights, hitting legs and brushing against the floors. Shades of green, blue, and pinks, everything but white twirl around and sway from the movement. Alec stands, holding onto the coat hem and stares. In the background, there’s an upbeat pop song, something about looking for a husband, but Alec doesn’t register it. The smiles on the dancer's faces warms him, and if he were watching himself right now, he’d be embarrassed by the joy on his own face from watching the simple act of dancing. The song ends, and Bill turns, making Alec’s hold on him drop. He uncrosses his arms and holds a hand out to Alec, eyebrows raised as the beginning strings of “Strangers in the Night” begin. Alec rolls his eyes before setting his whiskey down. Bill walks backwards as he grasps onto his hand, his head slightly shaking as he sings the opening lyrics while they walk to the dance floor.
“Strangerrrrs in the nighhtttt.”
Alec shakes his head back, glaring at him. “Don’t do this.”
“Exchanging glances,” He pulls Alec to him, the detectives back to his front, and he grasps his hands as they sway side to side, his lips pressed to the shell of his ear as he sings. Alec can feel the breaths against his skin as he leans into the man, letting Bill take some of his weight physically and metaphorically. Bill hums the melody as it continues, and they sway together like that, hands wrapped around Alec’s middle, his head leaning back against the Doctor’s shoulder in their own reverse hug. The alcohol has gotten them slightly tipsy, and the other couples on the dance floor seem unimportant as they share the moment, the contact.
“Owning all of those Frank Sinatra vinyls has done you good, eh?” Alec says, turning to look at the man, their faces inches apart.
“I had to train you for this moment, of course. That’s why I play them all of the time.” Bill smiles at him, glancing down at his lips. He suddenly turns Alec, lifting their joined hands so they can stand face to face, resting his arms around his neck. Alec’s hands rest on Bill’s hips, fingers, brushing over the pressed fabric. He slips one of his hands in the coat jacket, feeling the body heat of Bill against the warmed shirt. It feels like a warm fire has pressed against his fingers, a towel that’s sat in the sun after a beach day against his skin. It feels like comfort and companionship. His fingers curl around the front of his stomach, feeling where the warmed metal of his suspenders met his pants, curving around his lower abdomen. He can feel the stuttering breaths that Bill takes, but he decides to not tease him in public, and slides his hand back around his waist, looping his fingers through the belt loops at his waist.
They press together, swaying without any sort of specific rhythm to the song, and Alec listens as Bill hums the rest of the song close to his ear, chin hooked over his shoulder. Thighs are brushed together and leg pants make acquaintances as they move slowly, letting the last strands of the Frank Sinatra song enter and leave.
“So is my dancing up to par for you?” Bill’s voice is a mask of confidence, but Alec can hear the asking for validation woven between each word, the grasps for assurance.
He had made such a big deal about dancing, about being able to see the dancing, so he supposed he shouldn’t be shocked by the nervous question, asking if he was good enough for him. He was, Alec thinks. He is good enough for him.
“Hmm… You were tolerable.”
“Tolerable?” Bill pulls his chin back from where it’s crooked on his shoulder. “I put my everything in it!” He looks mock hurt, grasping onto Alec’s shoulder. Alec tightens his hold on the man’s waist, pulling him even closer. His fingers dig slightly into the thick skin of Bill’s back.
The music starts again, playing a more upbeat song. Freddie Mercury's voice rings through the room as the song “Somebody to Love” starts, and both of the men match the beat, swaying from side to side. Alec switches his weight from foot to foot, feeling slightly awkward, but continues to prove himself to Bill. He swings his hips side to side as well, completely silly.
“I’ll show you tolerable,” He reaches behind his back, immediately taking the reins and spinning Alec around, making him stumble, forcing him to follow along to the movements. Alec huffs a laugh as he’s puppeteered along, his hands being held by Bills. He lifts their conjoined hands, spinning him once more, before spinning him out and pulling him back in, his arm coming around to hold his hand around the man’s narrow shoulders. His mouth is right next to Alec’s ear, and they continue to sway, just barely bouncing on the balls of their feet. He feels safe, and as if the rest of the people there don’t matter. He doesn’t look over his shoulder for people staring at them, and he doesn’t try to listen for any whispers that may be happening around them. It’s peaceful. It’s… it feels like… happiness. He never knew it could feel this comfortable in front of so many people. He turns his head, and meets Bill's gaze. He lifts their hands now, spinning himself so he can face the doctor, before depositing his large hands on Alec’s waist. Alec puts his own on Bill's shoulders, letting them spin slowly together to the music.
“Why do you look like that?”
Alec is snapped out of his glazed feeling of peacefulness, and he realizes he’s been staring at the dark blue eyes in front of him.
“Nmg. Yeah. m’just, happy. I danae,” his eyes jump away from the doctor, nervous and not wishing to face the man completely.
“Happy?” Bill’s voice is soft, and a hand slides up Alec’s neck with a soft caress, following the veins that pump blood quicker than usual. It cups his cheek, and he leans into it slightly, even if he would deny that he does.
Alec’s eyes finally settle on the soft ones in front of him. He is. Happy, that is. He’s happier than he’s been in a long time. Despite the issues, and the whispers that he can see in his peripheral vision, he’s peaceful.
He, he thinks that he loves the man in front of him. Really, really loves him. It should scare him, for he’s not felt this yet, this overwhelming urge to do or say something utterly stupid and embarrassing. He hasn't felt that way since he saw the dark eyes of the baby that was delivered from his ex-wife. He hasn’t felt this way, with its sharp edges and the way it just digs into his skull perpetually. It feels refreshing from the way he’s felt for years, with Sandbrook and with the Latimer kid weighing on him for what feels like eternity’s.
“Me too.”
Alec smiles at him, turning his head to kiss the palm that cups his face. He wants to murmur those words into his palm, he wants to nuzzle into Bill and never leave. But he doesn’t, because he has a little self respect left, and he uses it to not embarrass himself here.
The song ends, and Alec nods his head right, indicating to leave the dance floor. Bill leans forward to steal a peck from him before releasing his hands from their grip on his shoulder and grasps one of his hands as he pulls them away.
Bill assesses the table before dragging the detective along after seeing that it is clear of weird homophobic women. Only Ellie and Freddy, and the boy is still poking at his food at the table with a hilariously big white plate that is larger than his head in front of him. They wrangled some chicken tenders from the kitchen while Alec and Bill stood by the bar, watching as Miller argued her way into food that was acceptable for a four year old. He held onto Alec’s pant leg as his mother argued, weaving his way between the men’s legs.
They made their way over now, fingers now just brushing against one another, not holding but just assuring of the other’s presence. Alec liked the soft touches, the way they didn’t need to hold hands all the time, but knowing the other was present in their visibility of one another.
They settle at the table, and Miller greets them.
“Hello loves, how’ve you been?” Her voice is soft, teasing in a slightly motherly way.
“Gahhh… good, we’re good,” Alec responds as Bill waves over a waitress, ordering another round of drinks after a nod of his partner's head.
Freddy immediately starts climbing over laps to make his way over to Alec, and he accepts him with begrudgingly open arms.
“Hello little one.”
“‘Ncle ‘Lex,” the boy wraps his arms around the neck of the officer, leaning against him. Alec has to smother the adoring noises that wish to escape his mouth.
“You two looked a right couple out there with your dancing and your little PDA… who would’ve thought the local shitface had a soft spot?” Miller sips on her dark wine, winking and smiling.
“His reputation is quite ruined, or at least in stasis for now I think,” Bill chimes in, leaning forward and resting his head on his knuckles as he sets his elbow on the white tablecloth.
Alec just growls, holding on tighter to the boy as he squirms in his arms, grabbing at the officer's tie and playing with the lapels of his jacket.
“Nah, if they would’ve looked longer than a second they’d see the heart of gold he’s got,” Miller teases, and Alec’s face unwillingly brightens red, and he rolls his eyes.
“Shut it, Miller,” there’s no bite to his voice as he says it, the heat of the words being melted down into bouncing the small boy in his arms, making him quite non threatening.
They sit there for a bit, Alec’s hands getting smushed against the child’s face as he gives up ownership of them for Freddy to control. He makes noises at Alec, enunciating random syllables.
“Boouuuuowwwww booooowwwww,”
“I don’t think those are real words.”
He blows a raspberry at him.
One song ends and another begins as they sip on their respective drinks. The beginning of a queen song begins, and Miller shakes her shoulders to the beat.
“Oh, I love this song. Dance with me Alec?” She offers out a hand, a hopeful look on her face. Because Alec has a soft spot for the woman by now, his mind lights up in dopamine at the offer. Though that may be from the three (?) drinks he has downed by now.
He doesn’t bother to pretend like he doesn’t want to say yes, so he turns and gently dumps the boy in his arms over to Bill before getting out of his seat.
“Wha’, what am I supposed to do with it?” Bill looks confusedly down at the child. Fred looks absolutely ecstatic at the change of attention.
“Don’t be daft. Take him out to dance with us. It’s a kid, you’ll survive.” Alec rolls his eyes fondly at the absolutely lost expression on Bill’s face, and he grabs Miller’s hand.
“I’d appreciate it if you stopped calling my kid ‘it’, boys…” Miller looks at them with raised eyebrows, and she tucks herself into the crook of Alec’s arm.
They make their way to the dance floor, an odd group of a confused doctor holding a child like a roll of newspaper and two detectives who love each other like siblings. Alec wouldn’t change it for the world.
He holds one of Ellie’s hands and he rests a palm against her hip, the sequins digging into his fingers. They sway merrily, and spin quickly every other minute.
Alec tries to turn them to watch Bill attempting to dance with the child, and he sees the doctor grow more comfortable with him with every passing moment. They had started with Bill holding the child’s hands awkwardly, swinging them side to side. He had a pained look on his face, his eyebrows scrunched up and his lip curled downwards in a grimace. Freddy was having the time of his life, bouncing up and down as he swung Bill’s arms around.
Alec and Miller turned once, twice, and a few other couples got in the way before Alec could glance at the odd duo. Fred had convinced Bill to hold him, and Bill was supporting the boy with his hands around his back, leaning in the opposite direction of the boy, making a ‘V’ with their bodies. Fred was still smiling.
Another few minutes passed, and Alec and Miller got slightly lost within the crowd of people.
Alec glanced back, trying to find the man again.
“You’re smitten.”
He whips his head back around to face Miller, his face scrunched.
“I am not smitten. The opposite of smitten. I am full of hatred.” His eyes narrow on their own accord, or so he claims.
She smiles fondly at him, a knowing look on her face.
“Alec Hardy. I’ve seen you angry, I’ve seen you shout. I’ve seen you nervous and anxious. If anyone in the world knows that you’re smitten, it’s me.” Her eyes have a sparkle of mischief to them as she speaks. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re in love.”
Alec immediately sputters out, his brain catching up to him.
“M not … that.”
She throws her head back, a grand laugh. Alec sees a glimpse of dark hair and a small child and turns both of their bodies slightly to see Bill and Fred swaying on the dance floor.
Bill holds Freddy even now, the boy's head resting on the doctor's chest. A glance at said doctor shows complete fondness and anxiety as he watches the little bugger. His body moves slightly up and down as he breathes heavily, his unconscious hand squeezing and releasing a jacket lapel.
Alec smiles, watching the man helplessly hold the child, still seemingly nervous, as if he would hurt him.
“Look at you, all smitten. It’s honestly adorable. Like a little puppy dog following him around.” Ellie reaches forward to squeeze his cheek like a grandmother, and Alec swats it away.
“M’not a puppy dog, Miller. I am obviously here dancing with you. He’s not close.”
“It’s those eyes. I see right through you. Those eyes are always looking for him. I know that look. I- I had it with Joe.”
Ellie’s eyes grow sad, contemplative, and he feels his heart fall for her. To be in love and find out they are scum of the Earth. It would be devastating. He grabs her hand and presses it to his own broken heart. She turns her eyes back to him as he places it there.
“I do. I love him.” It feels odd to say it out loud, but it feels like a piece being put into place, like something that’s been there all along but just hasn’t been acknowledged. Like second nature. Like breathing.
“And I love you. You’re my best friend.” It feels almost embarrassing to admit that, but he knows she needs to hear it. “And if you ever need a break from the bugger you call your son, I can watch him. Or whatever.” He averts his eyes, the vulnerability teetering on too much for one night.
Her eyes gain that spark of mischievousness that he can only describe as Miller, and she smiles. It makes him feel much better to see her smile. He hates to see her upset. She pats his chest.
“Awe, you little sap. Fell in love and became a hopeless romantic. What will we do with you?”
“We will never speak of this again.”
“Nah, I bet I could get it out of you again if I got you drunk enough.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“I’ll bet on it.”
They dance for a few more songs. If Daisy were here, she’d sigh and say “Dad, you’re being embarrassing” with his dance moves. He misses Daisy. She’s in uni now, he hasn’t seen her for months. He wants to see her again. He should bother her some more to see him. Facedtimed her more regularly.
The guests get drunker and the older people leave. Bill and Alec are sitting at the table with Miller and Fred. The moment Bill saw the two detectives leave the dance floor he promptly deposited the boy into her arms, the little one sleepy and in need of his own bed instead of Bill’s chest.
Ellie hauls the boy up and kisses the men on their cheeks before waving her goodbyes to them, wishing them well. She goes to wish her farewells to the bride and groom, and Alec leans his head on Bill’s shoulder. He sighs heavily, content to sit there with him forever. Bill wraps his arm around his waist, settling on a hip.
The room is grouped into people who have mingled throughout the wedding, old friends, couples that are enjoying one another’s company at the tables, dancing on the makeshift dance floor. Most of the kids have left, and waitstaff gossip in the corners of the hall, whispering behind hands and sneaking sips of alcohol. The music has been turned down slightly, and the bride and groom appreciate time together at their head table, sharing their own kisses and secret words out in the open.
The state of weddings at this point in time always felt like a sort of purgatory. A sort of air that has people not wanting to leave, but feeling tired from the whole day. Alec has grown to love the people here, even in their annoying, drunken behaviors.
Bill's hand is making circles on Alec’s waist, and it thoroughly distracts him from his thoughts. His callused fingers are gentle against the starched dress shirt, just barely dipping into his waistband. Alec has to stop himself from shivering like a damsel in distress as he shifts his legs, crossing them to attempt to take his attention off the touch.
He can feel a ghost of the doctor's breath as he leans in, like a warm wind that spreads throughout his whole body.
“Should we go, darling?” His voice curls over the shell of his ear, and Alec swallows thickly. Darling. He loves it when Bill calls him that, though he’d never willingly admit it while sober.
“Mm.” Alec agrees, but he so desperately does not wish to move from their own little bubble of thick air, every movement feeling slightly staggered, though that may be from the whiskey.
Bill's hands whispered slightly over the fabric of Alec’s shirt, drawing away. Alec sniffed.
They took their final sips of their drinks before walking up to the bride and groom's table, and Alec shoved his hands into his pockets, feeling slightly off kilter.
“Ahm, we’re leaving. Thank you John, for inviting me. It was a really… nice service. Your speech was um, beautiful?” He sniffs again, feeling odd.
John stands up to meet the men, reaching a hand out. Alec takes it and shakes it firmly.
“Thank you for coming, boss. I’m honestly shocked you did. And you brought your partner. M’ glad you felt comfortable enough to do that.”
Alec smiles shyly, unsure of what to say. This comment feels more welcoming than whatever Cathy had to say. “Thanks.”
“You are still a shithead though.”
Alec guffaws, a shocked snort coming out.
“Hmph, even a boyfriend wouldn’t soften me up enough for that to change.”
John smiles, and lets go of his hand. Bill puts his hand in the crease of his elbow as he tucks it back into his pocket.
He turns slightly to the bride, and smiles. “We appreciate you inviting Alec. We brought the badly wrapped present. Hopefully its usefulness will make up for the ugly sight.”
“It’s not that bad!” Alec protests.
“I saw it, it is.” The bride giggles behind her hand as John comments on the present.
“Thank you boys. Have a good one. Maybe we’ll see you around?”
Bill nods and smiles, waving as they step away so another couple can have their turn saying goodbye.
They pass by the table they occupied before as they move toward the exit, and Alec dashes over to pluck a flower out of the centerpiece.
“They won’t miss this, you think?”
Bill just looks at him incredulously.
The detective tucks the flower into Bill's hair, fixing it so it sits right over the shell of his ear. It’s a lily, with the tips of the petals having a purple hue to them.
Bill smiles despite himself, and Alec feels ridiculously cheesy.
“Sap.”
“You’re the one who’s letting me do it…” Alec sings-songs as he pulls him out into the cold air and darkened atmosphere.
Bill fumbled for his car keys, but Alec stopped him, putting a hand on his arm.
“Bill.”
“Alec…”
“You’re not driving.”
“Why not?”
“How many drinks did you have?”
“It was just a few whiskeys.”
Alec narrows his eyes.
“I’m going to drive us home. It’s fine.”
Alec stops walking, letting the man stumble a few steps ahead of him. He crosses his arms.
“I’m going to drive.”
“Masters.”
“No, no, you don’t get to call me by my last name like it’s a bad taste in your mouth.”
Alec steps forward, and Bill moves a step back, his hands still holding the car keys in the air.
“Masters,” this time, it’s said with an edge, a growl of anger in it. They step back once more.
“It’s a five minute drive.”
A step.
They’re feet from the wall now, only a step or two.
“You know what can happen in five minutes?”
“No.”
A step.
“A lot can happen in just five minutes.”
“Oh?”
Another step, and Bill is pressed against the brick building, his hair slightly mussing in the back from the roughness of the wall. His head is tilted slightly up, and he has a smug look on his face. Alec presses in, letting his nose run across the fabric of Bill’s suit as it goes up his shoulder. He breathes in his scent, a musky one that’s laced with something richer. He stops himself from biting down on the meat of his neck.
“Murders, car crashes, violence… a punch in a dark, seedy pub from an angry man.”
“Mmm.”
His lips ghost over the skin of his neck, the place where his chin folds slightly. Bill’s head has lifted slightly more, giving him access to the area. Alec preens at the obeying movement.
“Anger fueled and seeing red.”
His mouth has made it to his ear, and he resists once more the urge to bite down on his lobe. He can hear the heavy breathing in his own ear from the Doctor, can feel the desperation in each inhale and exhale. It’s slightly shaky.
His hands meet the man’s waist, pressing him even harder into the wall, feeling each curve of the body touching his own.
“Is that how you feel, Hardy?”
His voice is controlled, his own hands holding Alec’s waist as he presses his fingers slightly into him, feeling the give of his skin.
Their faces are now nose to nose, and each of their eyelids are heavy, eyelashes almost touching and moving against one another. Their lips are centimeters away, only atoms existing in the space between them.
“Only if you drive while over the legal limit.”
“Bastard.”
Alec surges forward and mashes their mouths together, a mess of teeth and lips and tongues. The kiss is a mix of snarls and groans as they explore their mouths, licking into one another and biting until pain blossoms into something deeper, heavier. There’s a muffled fuck, and Bill moves his leg to rest in between Alec’s, letting the man grind against him. He can feel his bulge straining against his trousers, rubbing so deliciously against the hard press of Bill’s thigh. He groans in the sensation, throwing his head back slightly as he breaks out of the kiss, breathing heavy.
Bill attacks his neck, biting and sucking the sensitive skin, and Alec shivers, feeling himself swivel his hips forward on their own accord, seeking that friction.
Alec worries for a moment about someone coming out and seeing them, seeing him in such an erotic state with BIll writing under him. He almost likes it.
Bill’s hands have traveled down to his ass, grabbing and pulling him towards himself, encouraging each and every sound that makes its way out of Alec’s mouth.
He wants to give every sound to him, he wants to live as penguins with him, to always horribly wrap toasters with him, to slow dance with him at weddings, for gods sake.
He feels pressure building in him, his body feels as if he can’t feel anything but pleasure from being with Bill, from touching him, being touched.
“Stop, stop.”
Bill immediately drops his hands and takes himself off of his neck, stopping his leeching. He goes stiff under him, and Alec immediately feels bad, a guilt curling within himself. He breathes, letting his heart catch up with him.
“Fu-fuck.” He slaps his palm to his forehead, stepping away from Bill.
“Wha-what’s the matter?” Bill looks concerned, and he steps forward once, but doesn’t touch him.
He scrubs his face, squishing his mouth between his fingers. His face is no doubt beet red, embarrassment filling him.
“I was gonna come in my pants like a teenager, Bill.”
Bill barks out a laugh, coming in and hugging the man, pulling him close to his broad chest.
“Oh you’re adorable.”
“Am not!” Alec pushes off of him, crossing his arms and pathetically pouting his face.
“Mm.”
Bill is the one who looks adorable, Alec thinks, with his mussed hair and flushed cheeks, his shirt rumpled and a lucky grin on his face.
“Ah, darling, let's go home. And no, we’re not driving. It’s a ten minute walk.”
Bill scoffs, but takes his hand anyway, and they walk hand in hand home, both with stiffies.
They pass streetlights and dark shops, swinging their held hands as they step together. Their tipsiness makes it slightly harder to stay in a straight line, but they persist.
As they make their way to the door, the tiredness has seeped into their bones, a deep sated loss of energy from the days events make their actions even more sloppier.
Bill leans against the door as Alec fumbles with the keys, unlocking it.
“Stop looking at me like that.” Alec glares up for a moment as he finally unlocks the door.
“Like what?”
“Like… like you’re…I dunno. In love with me.”
Bill’s smile is soft, another one of those rare ones.
“Do you think I wouldn’t be?”
“Are you?” He stops his fumbling, his hands clenching the keys between his fingers.
“Of course I am, stupid.”
“Don’t call me stupid. You’re stupid.”
“I’m stupid… in loooove.”
“Stop it Frank Sinatra.”
The light above the door gives Bill a beautiful, almost angelic look as it frames his face, lighting his cheekbones up in a golden sheen.
“Do you…love me?” Bill's voice is insecure, begging for reassurance.
Alec’s face crumples slightly, his eyebrows scrunch up.
“Of course I do. Would I- would I kiss you every morning if I didn’t? Would I think of your face anytime I thought of something slightly relating to you if I didn’t? Would I reach for you every time I have a nightmare if I didn’t?”
They fall into one another, kissing slowly, a comfort to both of them. Gasps of ‘I love you’s’ and whimpers of admiration are pressed into tongues and lips.
They fall into the house, just barely locking the door and shedding their clothes as they press kisses into any available skin that’s revealed every step.
They fall into bed, lazy kisses meeting lazy kisses as skin is stroked in the moonlight that shines through the slits of the blinds. Crickets and birds sing their songs through the night, bleeding through the cracked window.
Bill rolls them so he hovers over the detective, and his hands ghost over hips, mapping out areas with the pads of his fingers, memorizing.
His voice is filled with reverence as he speaks. “You are everything to me, Alec.”
The blanket covers Bill's hips, making a bubble to keep them protected from the outside. Alec feels so full of everything, he can’t speak back, only kissing him, licking into Bill’s mouth, feeling incredibly intimately connected through just the contact of their mouths.
They grind into one another, skin against skin and they lazy thrusts meet each other. Alec feels less frantic this time, settled in with the revelation that Bill loves him. It’s always been there, that love. Just unannounced, waiting to pounce on them.
He wraps his legs around Bill’s hips, pulling him in to thrust harder, longer into his own hips, feeling their cocks rub together deliciously.
His body feels numb, unable to feel anything, the nervousness, the tiredness, the overwhelming feelings of the day peeling off of him, only pleasure building within him. He lets his fingers rub over Bill’s chest, feeling the short strands of dark hair between his fingers, light touches of returned reverence.
Alec reaches over to the nightstand, grabbing the lube before handing it to Bill, raising an eyebrow to indicate that he should be doing the job.
He rolls his eyes, but grabs it anyways, massaging a dry hand against Alec. He arches his back, anticipating the push in, the stretch that is going to happen. He lubes a finger up and presses it against him, a hiss coming out from him because of the cold feeling.
“You’re so beautiful, Alec.”
Warmth blooms in his chest, and he smiles up at the man.
“You’re the only one who’s ever called me that.”
“And I hope you’ll hear it only from me.”
He kisses Alec’s shoulder, pressing his lips into his skin.
Bill's finger finally presses in after minutes of teasing pressing, and Alec arches further, giving him more access.
“Yes, more Bill, please.”
Bill nods against his shoulder, pressing another finger in, massaging the inside of him.
“So…warm, so… beautiful.” Bill's words are breaths against skin, murmurs.
“Please Bill, I need you, let me feel you,” Alec grips his shoulders, pulling Bill impossibly closer to enunciate his point. He slicks himself up and presses against Alec's entrance. They’ve had sex many times by now and he’s used to the intrusion, the stretch of it. It’s become enjoyable, and he has to hold in noises as he presses in, inch by inch. When he fully seats himself into Alec, he sighs, pressing his head into the pillow next to Alec’s head. He breathes hard into it, the gasps of breath next to Alec’s ear are entrapturing, the knowledge that Bill is so affected by him makes him move for him, grinding up against Bill, thrusting into himself.
His breaths increase, and Bill grasps Alec’s hand hard as if it’s his lifeline. He finally gets the memo and thrusts lazily into Alec, deep thrusts that make him clench and kiss him harder.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he caresses Alec’s face, making them hold eye contact as he moves into him, speeding up slowly. Alec meets each thrust with the shift of his own hips, feeling Bill hit right in the spot that makes him see stars.
“O-oh fuck- Bill- darling. I’m so-“
He pounds into him then, gone the lazy love making tempo that had been established.
“Fu-fuck-fuck,” with every hit to his g-spot he sputters out swears, unable to think of anything else. He realizes tears have fallen down his face as Bill wipes them away, kissing the salted skin. Alec kisses him messily, tongues and lips uncoordinated as Bill continues to thrust, making Alec’s eyes have blotches of black. He reaches down and strokes his cock, following Bill's rhythm as he moves. Bill's hand joins him, covering his hand with his own as his body stutters above him.
He leans down for a final kiss as Alec comes, painting his stomach. His whole body unconsciously tenses, clamping down completely as he breathes into Bill’s mouth. He looks pained as he spills inside of Alec, his hand grasping the sheets and pulling, pulling himself down from the high of his orgasm. They kiss lightly, just pecks of lips as they come down together, breathing, just breathing.
“Oh love.” Bill’s voice is wistful as he swipes away the final tears from Alec’s face. “Oh darling.”
“I love you.”
Bill kisses him again, pressing a closed mouth touch to his own. They both sigh into it.
“I’ll clean us up,” Alec shifts to move Bill off of him, but he grasps him and helps him out of the bed, leading him to the bathroom instead of waiting in the warmth of the blankets.
They stand in the bathroom, a flannel in Bill’s hands as he washes Alec’s stomach with soft touches, squatting down to ensure a job well done.
He hums that stupid song, Strangers in the Night that he loves to sing, and Alec smiles happily despite himself.
Bill wipes between his legs, the warm cloth a salve for the cold of the home.
“Wondering in the night…” Alec sings for him.
“What were the chances, we’d be sharing love…” Bill finishes, standing up and grabbing Alec’s hands. He sways them both in the bathroom, their bare feet peeling up from the floor tiles as they dance. It’s intimate, and their skin presses together as Bill lays his head on Alec’s shoulder. They turn, and Alec watches them in the mirror.
They’re so similar, such grumps who are stuck in their ways and hold grudges forever and hide their hearts. But they found one another. Alec would say they were ‘Strangers in the Night’, but he’s not that sappy, even if he is thinking it.
He wishes he could capture this moment in a tick of time, but he settles for simply bothering Bill forever to dance with him.
Because that’s how it should be. He’ll wrap as many toasters horribly as needed; as long as Bill is there to help him through it all with his pretty little bow ties and suspenders.