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Entry tags:
TDIR: Yes
Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
Pairing: Simon/Will
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Fine summer afternoons. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
feywood on my first kiss meme.
"You make a good pillow."
Simon huffed softly, but he didn't push Will off. Instead, tentatively, he ran his fingers through Will's hair. It felt like silk against his fingers -- more like a girl's hair than a boy's, really, and a little bit long. Simon twirled a few strands round his finger, smiling to himself. They were silent for a while again, soaking up the sun, and then Will stirred, moving a little closer and getting his head more comfortable on Simon's shoulder.
"Where's Barney, anyway?"
"Painting, I think."
"And Bran's off with Jane." Will laughed. "Thank god."
Simon hesitated. "I thought you liked Bran? As in -- you know -- like that."
Will sat up, giving him a weird look. "He's like my brother. And he's mooning after Jane all the time -- Jane Drew this and Jane Drew that and do I think Jane likes him and should he kiss her and on and on and on. If I liked him I'd be giving up the will to live by now."
Simon laughed. "Alright, alright, it's just..."
"I'm not saying I'm not, you know... that way," Will said, suddenly. "It's just that I don't like Bran."
Simon's stomach twisted. "Then -- "
Will nodded. He looked half sick himself, and hopeful; he met Simon's eyes, unwavering. He tried to keep lightness in his tone, but the effort was obvious. "Who am I spending my fine summer afternoon laying with in the grass? Not Bran. Not Barney."
"Will," he said, and his hands were shaking. He wanted to say something smart, or at least do something, but...
Will's voice was terribly calm. "Simon, can I kiss you?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He leaned down and kissed Simon -- more confidently than Simon had expected, and yet without pushing. Just a kiss, a soft kiss, a chaste kiss. Simon knew his eyes were very wide when Will pulled back.
"Say something," Will said, uncomfortably, after a moment. Simon closed his eyes, reaching up awkwardly to thread his fingers through Will's hair again, to pull him down.
"Yes," he said, and let Will kiss him again.
Pairing: Simon/Will
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Fine summer afternoons. For
feywood on my first kiss meme."You make a good pillow."
Simon huffed softly, but he didn't push Will off. Instead, tentatively, he ran his fingers through Will's hair. It felt like silk against his fingers -- more like a girl's hair than a boy's, really, and a little bit long. Simon twirled a few strands round his finger, smiling to himself. They were silent for a while again, soaking up the sun, and then Will stirred, moving a little closer and getting his head more comfortable on Simon's shoulder.
"Where's Barney, anyway?"
"Painting, I think."
"And Bran's off with Jane." Will laughed. "Thank god."
Simon hesitated. "I thought you liked Bran? As in -- you know -- like that."
Will sat up, giving him a weird look. "He's like my brother. And he's mooning after Jane all the time -- Jane Drew this and Jane Drew that and do I think Jane likes him and should he kiss her and on and on and on. If I liked him I'd be giving up the will to live by now."
Simon laughed. "Alright, alright, it's just..."
"I'm not saying I'm not, you know... that way," Will said, suddenly. "It's just that I don't like Bran."
Simon's stomach twisted. "Then -- "
Will nodded. He looked half sick himself, and hopeful; he met Simon's eyes, unwavering. He tried to keep lightness in his tone, but the effort was obvious. "Who am I spending my fine summer afternoon laying with in the grass? Not Bran. Not Barney."
"Will," he said, and his hands were shaking. He wanted to say something smart, or at least do something, but...
Will's voice was terribly calm. "Simon, can I kiss you?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He leaned down and kissed Simon -- more confidently than Simon had expected, and yet without pushing. Just a kiss, a soft kiss, a chaste kiss. Simon knew his eyes were very wide when Will pulled back.
"Say something," Will said, uncomfortably, after a moment. Simon closed his eyes, reaching up awkwardly to thread his fingers through Will's hair again, to pull him down.
"Yes," he said, and let Will kiss him again.