#chill drabble

[chillontheside]

Faded (NC-17)

Pairing: Chris/Will Summary: The one where Chris thinks he knows it all. 

When he sees Chris for the first time in a while, it’s in a loud club where the beat and alcohol dictate how his body moves and how his brain works. He’s sliding up to him, leaning against the bar and smiling, offering a sip of his drink.

“Try it.”

It’s a throwback to the time a few years ago when Ashley first introduced them. When Will felt more like a big brother, and Chris kept his distance.

The straw Will is offering is bright pink but Chris barely looks at it. His eyes rake over Will’s face, looking for a catch or a sign. Will just keeps smiling, and finally Chris relaxes and leans down to suck the alcohol through the straw, his eyes never leaving Will’s.

“I noticed you right after I arrived.”

Will grins, “Why didn’t you come say hi?”

“You looked busy.” Chris nods at the buff brunet guy, dancing nearby and eyeing them.

“Well, I’m not busy now.”

“It’s hardly a place to catch up.”

Will offers him his glass again, and Chris takes it, tosses it back and grabs Will’s hand. “Let’s dance.”

As he follows Chris into the pulsating crowd, doubt tries to creep into his head. But he squishes it and tugs Chris into his body, surrendering to the rhythm.

It’s hot, it’s dark and impossible not to press against each other. Chris tastes like rum and by the way he kisses back, Will knows there’s nothing stopping them now.

*

In the taxi they sit, thighs pressed, and count red lights and crossroads.

Chris turns his head to look at him and says, “I’ve heard about the break up.”

“Good.”

“We wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

Will nods and stares at his hands. Without a drink in hand and a beat in his head, it’s hard to block the doubt and a warning voice that sounds suspiciously like Ashley’s.

*

“I like your house. It feel like nothing’s been changed.”

Chris cocks his hip against the door frame. “Everything changed.”

Will takes a deep breath and steps forward, crowding into Chris’ space, and slides his hands up over Chris’ arms. “It did.”

Chris kisses him, threading a hand through Will’s hair at the back of his head, angling him and pressing in with his whole body. “I missed you,” he whispers and then his tongue is licking back into Will’s mouth, hot and sharp.

“I missed you too,” says Will when they pull away, breathing heavily. Chris’ eyes flash as he bucks forward and catches Will’s lips again.

It’s quick and dirty. Shirts get untucked, pants unzipped and then there is a cock in his hand and he’s jerking Chris off and Chris' hand is on him. A position that is not the most intimate somehow is - Chris is looking at him with his face turned upward, their lips hovering over each other and Will's eyes jumping from Chris' lips to his eyes and back.

Suddenly Chris takes his hand off and pressing against Will, kisses him, a moan escaping his mouth. Will winds his arms around Chris' waist and tugs him even closer.

"I wanna do it like this," breathes Chris against his cheek and takes both of their dicks in his hand. "Move."

And Will moves. At first, it's torturously slow, mindful and careful, his eyes locked with Chris', the little sounds they make getting consciously silenced. But then Chris snaps and kisses him again. He starts thrusting against Will, into his own fist, and Will quickly finds the rhythm to match. The beat is back in his head.

The faster they go, the easier it becomes - the tension of not keeping in touch evaporates and leaves only two men in Chris' living room, no drama or emotional baggage. That's when their moans become more than whispers and their movements become frantic, their hips snapping towards each other. Will leans over and tries to kiss Chris' lips again, but the force of their thrusts doesn’t let their mouths properly touch.

Chris' teeth catching Will's lower lip is what pushes him over the edge. He comes with a groan, clutching at Chris' shirt. When he opens his eyes, Chris is breathing hard, his hand is still around both of their dicks.

Will pushes Chris' hand off and starts jerking him off, watching Chris' eyes roll into the back of his head when he finally comes, spilling over Will's hand and collapsing into his arms.

"Gross," comments Will with an amused smile as Chris buries his head in the crook of Will's neck.

"Shut up," murmurs Chris and kisses his shoulder.

*

"Let's have dinner tomorrow," says Will as he climbs into the bed next to Chris.

Chris frowns and asks, "Dinner as in a date?"

"Yeah." Will sits on the bed, cross-legged, watching Chris fiddle with an edge of the sheet.

"No," Chris shakes his head.

"Why the fuck no?" Will stares at him incredulously. "After what's just happened?"

"You just got out of a relationship, you aren't ready for another one," says Chris, not lifting his head to look at Will.

"Let me decide that, okay?" snaps Will. "We did this dance two years ago, I don't want a repeat."

"Afraid you won't find another guy who you can pretend to be in love with for another two years? Or maybe you'll even marry the next one, how's that?" spits out Chris, finally glancing at Will.

"Great idea, Chris! And meanwhile, you can keep writing books and fucking your way through Hollywood’s closeted assholes until you realize that you're in your forties and completely alone!"

"At least after ten years of marriage I won't realize that I've grown to hate the person I go to bed with every night!"

"Jesus, Chris, shut up," says Will, rolling his eyes.

Chris' mouth falls open, "What the fuck, Will?"

"I understand why you're angry and you can yell at me all you want after you agree to have that dinner tomorrow. And also to go with me to the movies on Thursday. Because I'm not gonna pretend to be fine with waiting around this time around, I'm not gonna wait for you to get your shit together and realize that life's passing you by for no fucking reason. I'm turning 30 this year and I wanna do this with you by my side. And we're gonna get your shit together ... together," Will pauses, smiles and adds, "You're not even that famous, by the way."

"You're crazy," comes Chris' quick reply.

"So yes or no?" asks Will impatiently.

Chris sighs and finally lets Will catch his eyes, "Yes, fine."

Will grins and after a long look that, as Chris hopes, conveys what this all means for him, he finally smiles back, "Okay," he gives Will one of his saucy smirks, "can I yell at you now?"

A/N: title is from ZHU - Faded which is what I was listening to while I was writing the first few paragraphs.

[chillontheside]

An Eden Piece

Pairing: Chris/Will

The gates close and Will steps into the house, routinely throwing his keys in the bowl beside the door. Brian greets him, meowing loudly and rubbing once against his leg before stalking off.

He ties off his shoes, puts away groceries and walks into the bedroom to change when he notices that something's different.

Whenever Chris is writing, the house is eerily quiet with faint sounds of typing coming from the office upstairs. But it's not now. Will pads there, almost expecting to find Chris asleep, faceplanted into the keyboard, but he's not there.

Will carries out a thorough inspection of the house and only after skipping through all the rooms, he decides to check outside.

They've been playing with the idea of setting up a writing place on the terrace but never actually got around to it. Chris did though.

He dug out the table they had on the balcony of their (Will's heart still skips a bit) previous house and assembled it back and put pillows on a straw chair they already had outside.

Chris' eyebrow twitches when he hears the sound of the door sliding open but his eyes don't move away from the screen.

The sight would render Will speechless if he was even capable of such a thing.

Chris sits just right for the ray of sun to fall on his bare chest while the screen and his face are under the shade. His leg is folded under his thighs and his fingers type frantically. He looks ethereal, an illusive vision only for Will to see.

He pads softly towards Chris and wraps his arms around Chris' chest, presses a gentle kiss against his cheek. Chris leans into the touch and his eyes flicker to Will's.

Will meets his boyfriend's gaze earnestly and whispers, "You are beautiful, baby."

Chris gives him a tiny smile and Will withdraws, smiling back.

"See you at dinner time," Chris says to Will's retreating back.

"Yeah," grins over his shoulder Will.

When he slides the door close, the sound of typing has already resumed.

*

"What do you think?" asks Chris with a jerky nod at the pool and the terrace.

"You without your shirt? Awesome!" smirks Will.

Chris rolls his eyes and shoves a plate at Will.

"No, I mean, that's why we wanted a place with a big yard. To spend more time outside without prying eyes. Except for those of our neighbors."

Chris frowns.

"Yeah, I think I saw someone looking over the fence the other day when we - "

Chris' eyes widen. "Oh goodness, Will, tell me you're kidding."

Will pursues his lips before erupting into laughter. "Of course, I am," he says in between chuckles.

Chris hits his shoulder and flops down with a huff. "Idiot."

"The fence is too high and we've met them. They’re too old for that shit. They could hear us though," wiggles his eyebrows Will.

"Well, next time I'll stuff something in your mouth.”

Will perks up, "We should get matching gags."

Chris chokes. "That was not what I was talking about."

"But I bet you like the idea."

"Oh, I do. I definitely do."

[chillontheside]

Magic Mirror

Pairing: Chris/Will

Summary: they have a huge freaking mirror beside their bed. Don't tell me they don't have a kink, 1,6k, NC-17 Warning: sex toys

A/N: I just felt like writing porn today

“I bet the previous owners were hella kinky.”

“Huh?” asks Chris, inspecting the view of the pool and the surrounding palm trees from the bedroom window.

Will throws a glance behind his shoulder to see that the agent is still talking on the phone, and slinks up to Chris, wrapping his arms around his waist and leaning his chin on Chris’ shoulder. He slowly turns them to face away from the window.

“Do you see this bed?”

Chris nods and frowns slightly. “Yeah, so?”

“Now look up, honey.”

Chris’ gaze skips the wardrobe and shifts up to the ceiling. Will watches Chris’ face for the first sign of understanding.

Chris’ eyes flicker back to the huge mirror on the wardrobe and stare right into Will’s through the reflection. “Oh.”

Will grins and plants a hot kiss on the scar on Chris’ neck before stepping back.

The agent returns and inquires, in her fake friendly tone, “So what do you guys think?”

“We’re still thinking, actually.”

“We have to draw a pros and cons table first,” adds Will, smirking at Chris, “with bullet points and stuff. Maybe even make a chart.”

*

“The pool and the mirror, baby - “

“A garden we have to take care of, darling -”

“Lots of space for Brian and maybe a dog -”

“If we’re talking space, we can use two bedrooms for the offices right now and then we can just move into one office and we’ll have two rooms for um - you know,” Chris’ eyes instantly bolt to the floor. He’s not ready to delve into the discussion about kids and family even though right now is the perfect moment for it. He’s ready to share his space, his love and his heart, and it’s enough to be sure that they both know – they’re gonna get there. Some day they’ll be one of those people who talk about their kids all the time; for now though he’ll settle for vague time frames.

“This was actually a plus,” says Will quietly, sliding a hand across the covers to squeeze his. Chris darts forward and kisses his boyfriend quickly, and gratefully, before meeting his eyes again.

“Yeah. Maybe it’s the house.”

“Just imagine - lounging at the pool -

“Becoming freckly as fuck and then really red and then we don’t have sex for weeks because I can barely handle any clothing on my body...”

“There are blow jobs. And handjobs. And you fucking me against the wall,” Will smirks at him proudly. “Besides, I love your freckles,” he adds sweetly.

“You’re smooth, Sherrod,” Chris straddles Will’s leg and pushes him down with a hand on his chest.

“It was fucking against the wall that did it?”

“Bed will do for now,” counters Chris and connects their lips, shoving his hand under Will’s shirt.

*

“You think we should leave the mirror?” asks Chris unsurely, studying their reflections in it.

“Hell yeah,” exclaims Will.

“But we, like, never did it this way - and now we’ll have to do it this way all the time... What if we don’t like it?”

“I don’t know about you, Colfer, but I’m pretty sure I’ll like it,” Will rises up from the bed and skims his hand over Chris’ back and ass, slipping between his legs and cupping him from behind.

“Have you ever done it?” asks Chris hesitantly, swatting away Will’s hand.

“Nope,” replies Will simply. “But I wanna try.”

Chris slowly nods.

*

The first night they are so exhausted that after Will showers and finally joins him in bed Chris just rolls over to him and, resting a hand on his hips, drifts asleep.

The whole week is the same. They unpack and pack and clean and swim in the pool (and fuck in the pool, Chris feels risky and makes an attempt to give Will a blowjob underwater but he resurfaces, spluttering, after a few moments, and vouches to never do it again) and fuck in the kitchen, but the bed is left untouched.

Then they leave for Germany and the bed is only occupied by Brian and occasionally Ashley when she comes by to feed him.

One night after their return they are falling across the bed after a long lazy day around the house and Chris takes off Will’s shirt and starts covering his chest with licks and kisses and he never can get enough of Will’s body so he just forgets himself. All he can feel is the hard body underneath him and hands loosely wrapped around his waist.

When he gets back to Will’s neck and glances at Will’s face, he suddenly stops. Will’s pupils are blown and his lips are slightly open, and he’s breathing heavily ... but his eyes are focused somewhere behind Chris.

He turns around and sees it. Sees them. Chris’ legs pressing tightly around Will’s hips and he can guess what Will saw - his body moving neatly over his, his back flexing, his pants sliding lower and lower -

He groans and draws Will’s lips into a hungry kiss.

“Fuck,” he says, breaking away to breathe.

“Yeah, fuck,” agrees Will, and his hands drop inside Chris’ pants and boxers palming his ass and pressing dry fingers against his hole.

Chris’ head falls on Will’s shoulder as he bucks against his fingers. “Oh my god,” he whimpers, straining against Will.

He turns his head and mutters hotly into Will’s ear, “Fuck me.”

“I’ve got a better idea,” says Will and flips them over, his hands taking Chris’ pants and boxers off in one swift motion. “Wait here, don’t move.”

“What?” Chris lifts his head just in time to see Will dig into that box they keep in their closet.

He gulps in anticipation and grabs the pillow to plop his head against it.

He spreads his legs wider and when Will turns around he takes one look at Chris and stalks towards him, immediately wrapping his hand around Chris’ dick. He jerks him a few times before replacing his hand with his mouth as his fingers are firmly pressing against Chris’ hole.

Chris moans and tries to keep his hips down, eyes trained on the mirror.

The view in front of him is unbelievably hot. Something’s missing though - “Will, take off your pants,” croaks Chris.

Will slides off with a pop, grinning wantonly, “Mirror does things,” and he’s fully naked in a blink, already climbing back onto Chris.

Now he can see Will’s head bobbing, can feel his fingers tortuously slowly stretching him and can see his body on display, can see his ass and if he squints he can even see Will’s dick brushing against Chris’ leg.

Will puts one of his hands tightly around the base of Chris’ dick.

“Come on,” whines Chris, trying to thrust through this tight ring and into the deliciously velvety hot throat.

“You can lube it while I’m down here, y’know,” says Will hoarsely, pulling off for a moment; it sounds like an order.

Chris groans and pats the bed beside himself where Will threw the object he retrieved from the box. It’s black and wide and long -. They only used a dildo once before and while it was hot it was not mind-blowing. Something tells him it’s going to be different this time.

He quickly uncaps the lube and it’d be really weird to lube something like this but Will’s fingers press against his prostate at this moment and Chris arches from the bed, hands fumbling with the toy. He thrust it at Will who he slides his fingers out of Chris. It feels empty but Chris knows that what comes next is so very much better.

Will rubs the dildo against Chris’ hole once, twice and Chris needs it inside. He briefly thinks of snatching it and fucking himself when Will finally starts easing it inside. Chris wiggles trying to get the toy deeper but Will doesn’t give in and after a couple of long excruciating moments Will stops, looking behind at the mirror.

Chris is debauched, his ass on display, twitching around the black base of the dildo. Will’s breath hitches and he crawls over, kissing Chris surprisingly gently and slowly and thoroughly. He arches into Will, nails scratching at his back, trying to bring him as close as he possibly can.

Will’s hand skims over Chris’ chest and stomach, past his dick and back on the dildo, taking it out and slamming it back in, all the while kissing him with love and passion that Chris still hasn’t gotten used to. He doesn’t think he’ll ever do.

Chris is overwhelmed by his senses, it all feels too much and he comes without warning, Will’s desperately rutting against him and they don’t even glance at the mirror. They have to pull away to just breathe and their eyes don’t move away from each other, Will is the focus of Chris’ whole world, his presence is the only thing that matters.

Chris finishes Will off with a hand, quickly, and it’s just a few jerks and he’s coming all over Chris’ stomach. He slumps against him, forehead to forehead, and Chris feels complete and happy and blissed out even as they come off their high.

He doesn’t want to move though and he gently rubs Will’s waist, snaking his hand down to press into dimples on his lower back.

“I think I’m gonna be liking the mirror,” he confides.

Will grins cheekily and presses a kiss to his lips, “Told ya.”

[chillontheside]

Your Shirtless Santa

There's no way you didn't imagine Will as a Santa after this 

~400, R

Warning: 'controlled danger' is briefly mentioned.

"Ta-dah," yells Will and steps through the door.

  "Will, you're gonna - what are you wearing?!" Chris widens his eyes as his gaze rakes over Will: red pants, a Santa hat and a red bag slung over his shoulder. "It's ridiculous!"

  "No, it's not," insists Will, flexing his arms and abs, "it's hot."

Chris rolls his eyes and turns back to the bed. He contemplates the bag he's been packing and asks, "Do we take your hideous knitted sweater or will you be wearing something normal?"

  "No way. Your mom loves me in sweaters."

  Chris sighs and folds it, before positioning it on top of his jeans, already packed.

  They are bringing one suitcase on this trip which feels oddly intimate; and with the way their clothes and underwear have gotten embarrassingly mixed up in the past few months, Chris wonders if they should just terminate their separate underwear drawers and use an empty one to store sex toys instead.

  "Come on, babe, we'll finish packing tomorrow," murmurs Will in his ear, sliding his hands around Chris' hips.

  "We won't wake up in time - " attempts to dissuade him Chris.

  "We'll set up an alarm and be responsible - "

  "We're never responsible with that sort of thing - "

  "But this time we will be. Come on, Chris - "

  "You lack suspenders," he suddenly says.

  "I'm not your Glee boy, and your crotch better be pressing very snugly against mine very soon."

  "Bossy," comments Chris and turns around, letting Will's hands splash over his ass.

  "And you like it," replies Will smugly.

  "Don't gloat, I haven't decided yet," Chris points out, smirking.

  "Honey," Will stares at him darkly, "I think it's pretty clear. I want to have sex with you some time over the holidays. Since we can't devirginize your former bedroom in your childhood home, we are going to fuck now. Clear?" he says firmly.

  Chris shivers and clutches onto Will’s arms.

  This is a good kind of power that is overwhelming in a good way; they keep playing with it, exploring and discovering, and each time it gets better. Like right now - everything suddenly makes sense. Setting an alarm, packing in the morning, being pushed into their satin sheets and probably letting Will keep the Santa hat on during sex is such a simple decision now. He can only press a kiss to Will's chin and breathe out against his lips, "Yeah."

  What happens afterwards: NC-17 edition 

[chillontheside]

Drinking Champagne, or I Love You

The overwhelmingly sweet Chill pictures (yeah, those private ones) made me want to write something equally sweet and adorable

Chill, 1k, PG-13, future-fic

PLAN A

“I’m just gonna - “ Chris makes some vague gesture with his hand as he walks past Will, “y’know - “ and he yawns loudly from the porch, “for an hour, ‘kay?”

Will blinks at him, eyebrows raised.

“Wake me when it’s time,” he hears Chris say from somewhere inside the house, and with that all movements and noises cease.

Will sighs and, after setting a reminder, gets back to his laptop. He loves working outside when the sun is too high and there isn’t enough shade for him to clearly see the screen; that way he can’t control what he’s writing and it feels like being blindfolded, relying only on pure emotions and senses, on raw data input.

But today he can’t concentrate. His mind clouds, eyes constantly focus in front of him, at the familiar fence, the rose bushes they planted themselves when they just moved in and pretended to be good at gardening. But he doesn’t see it because all his thoughts are now upstairs, in the office, on a dark blue velvet box carefully hidden under piles of documents, unfinished scenes and scribbled ideas in the farthest corner of the drawer.

He doesn’t even finish a page when his phone dings, signalling that Chris’ hour is up. Will takes a deep breath, closes his laptop and heads inside.

Chris is fast asleep, lying on the stomach under the blanket. His shoes are thrown off by the bed but he still has his hoodie on and Will suspects that he hasn’t even washed off the make-up left from today’s filming.

He doesn’t have the heart to wake Chris up and he quickly pads out of the room, finds his phone and cancels their reservations.

PLAN B

Will frantically paces around the house, berating himself for being such an idiot that he hasn't even thought of thinking of a back-up plan in case something went wrong. All his musings were devoted to making sure that it was the right time in their lives, but it never even crossed his mind that there was something else to consider…

Think, fast, you idiot, mumbles Will and desperately looks around, hoping for a brilliant romanticsexyinventive idea, but nothing comes. Brooding, he goes back upstairs, resolving to get help from google. It’s not like he can do anything else.

“Honey?” Chris’ confused sleepy voice sounds from the bedroom and Will makes a few steps back to peek inside.

“Yeah?”

“You didn’t wake me up.”

“Oh,” and Will blushes, “um, you were so soundly asleep, and you still have to go back to filming early in the morning, so,” and he shrugs, not knowing what else to say.

Chris replies softly, “Oh, thank you. You sure you don’t mind to stay in tonight? It’s the fifth anniversary, after all..,” he trails off, eyes inquiring.

“Oh yeah, it’s alright, babe,” Will grins at him.

“I’ll sleep some more, alright? But this time wake me up, we’ll order something in and maybe splash in the pool,” responds Chris, whose smile right now is so warm and infectious, and Will can’t believe that after five years it still gives him the same butterflies he’s had that first time Chris smiled at him. Aren’t they like supposed to live for a month or two?

PLAN C

Why order in? Will has learnt to make killer lasagna over the years and they still have that bottle of Champagne from France, and three pieces of chocolate cake that still smells delicious.

They’ve never been into perfection, really.

Chris gave him an excellent idea, and now Will only has to get everything ready before Chris wakes up.

He does, and when after much needed shower his boyfriend finally comes downstairs, there are blankets and pillows and food.

Chris lets out a gasp and taking Will’s hand, settles down beside him. “Oh my god! You’re amazing!” he gushes and kisses him firmly on the mouth.

Will can’t help but smirk, even though he’s feeling anxious and tense on the inside, “Glad you like it.”

Chris leans back, sitting down cross-legged and looks around, “So, what are we drinking?”

“Oh, right,” Will feigns forgetfulness and almost lifts his hand to hit his own forehead (like they do in cartoons) but thinks better of it. Chris is the one with acting skills here, he’ll see through this immediately.

Will stands up and smiling sheepishly, climbs up the stairs to finally execute his plan.

He is scared, but underneath all his worries is a strong belief and trust in their relationship, in their connection, and rationally he knows he’s got nothing to be uncertain about. He is though, and he clumsily tries to get the box from under all the papers but can’t until he puts down the bottle, and only then with both hands free he reaches inside and finally fishes it out.

Squaring his shoulders and hiding one hand behind his back, he returns to Chris.

Will places the ring down between himself and a pillow to open the bottle. It’s nice and cosy, Will feels the good old electricity at the brush of Chris’ fingers; even though it’s so familiar, it’s home, he still can’t make his heart to stop beating so fucking fast.

Only after the glasses are full and the cork is back in does he grope for the box, squeezes it in his palm that has already started to sweat and starts, “Chris, I want to - to ask you a question.”

Chris raises his eyes at him, nodding and frowning.

Will takes a deep breath and holds out the box, “Marry me?”

Then silence that stretches and drowns, but he can’t back down, babbling, “I know it’s been a while since we talked about it, the last time was when we bought this house, but I just thought that this might be the perfect time, your movie wraps in a couple of weeks, mine has just came out, and - “

“Yes.” It’s firm and hopeful at the same time, and Will can’t believe his luck.

“Yes?”

“Yes,” repeats Chris and gently pries Will’s clutching fingers off the box and opens it. His eyes shine and his lips are slowly breaking into the widest smile Will’s ever seen.

“It’s beautiful,” and without further question he holds it out to Will.

Hands no longer shaking, no longer sweaty, he slides the ring on Chris’ finger. “That’s better,” he says proudly, all fears forgotten.

“Now, can I kiss my fiance and get to the food?” asks Chris impatiently, already scooting closer.

“Uh-huh, sure, baby.”

[chillontheside]

Memories

Based on this instagram photo a.k.a Chris I'm-a-huge-Disney-fan-and-I-can-prove-it Colfer, ~500

“Hey, honey, look what I found!” exclaims Chris, bursting into the study. He grins as he holds up a Mickey Mouse hat. “There was also a plain pair of Mickey ears but this one is so much better.”

Will looks up from his laptop and laughs, “You finally started on those boxes?”

“Yeah,” replies Chris and leans down, squinting at the laptop screen, “Whatcha workin’ on?”

Will crinkles his nose, “Just answering emails, arranging, organizing, you know…” he trails off, “boring things. Do you need my help?”

“I dunno. Maybe. Do you want to help?”

Will regards him contemplatively for a moment, and then suddenly he springs up with a spark in his eyes. “I’ve got an idea!” he declares and clasps Chris’ hand excitedly.

_

“I definitely put all the boxes marked ‘Paris’ into this corner,” insists Chris as they step through piles of still unpacked boxes, trying to find the right one.

“We might not have put it into the Paris one. It could be in your “not llamas” box in the llama room.”

Chris groans, “Damn, I swear if we wait another week, it’s all going to be a dusty mess.” He looks around in disdain until his eyes land on Will… who’s bending down to decipher the abbreviation on one of the boxes at the bottom of the pile.

“Stop whining and look at this, I think it says,” he pauses and reads, “PDNLNY. How do you come up with this shit?”

“Oooh,” and Chris saunters up to Will to help him lift the box that sits on top of the one they need. “I thought I was so smart when I came up with it - Paris Disneyland New Years.”

Will snorts. “Yeah, right,” and together they drag the box to the center of the room and cut the sticky tape.

Ten minutes later they are sitting on the floor, sorting through souvenirs and photos. They’ve found a stuffed Mickey they’ve been looking for but they keep getting lost in memories of their first real vacation together when it all stopped being a fantasy and became the reality they are living now.

When the floor is a mess and the box is empty, they finally go to the living room to take the picture. Chris makes a detour to the bedroom and emerges wearing one of his Disneyland shirts.

Will snaps the photo but keeps gazing at the shirt with furrowed eyebrows before finally smiling widely, recognizing it, “The first time you slept over, you know, last September, you wore it to bed,” and his eyes are warm, but there’s a hint of mischief in them.

“How do you even remember that?” chuckles Chris, stepping towards Will, “as I recall, it didn’t stay on me long enough for you to commit it to your memory,” and his hands settle firmly on Will’s hips.

Will shrugs sheepishly, “Yeah, I didn’t plan on it, on sex, actually…”

“Did you really?” asks Chris with a wry smile as he inches closer to Will.

“Oh yeah. I had the most honorable intentions towards you that night,” he says as he wraps his arms around Chris’ waist, their eyes locked.

“It’s good that you don’t have those anymore.”

“Uh-huh,” and the kiss is immediately deep, all tongue and teeth. The world around them ceases to exist, dusty boxes, old photos and work completely forgotten.

A/N: Yeah, this is exactly how all days end in Colfer-Sherrod household, I'm sure :D (at least in my mind they do)

[chillontheside]

On The Deck [chill], ~600

warning: very mushy and a bit fluffy

A/N: Apparently, Chris' house (former house?) has two decks that run along the back of it and make a semicircle around it. Yes, I did click on that link (which is still in the tag, I think, so you can check it out, if you want), and I did take a look at the photos, which were beautiful and inspiring, particularly the ones of the deck. Hence, this drabble. Hope you'll enjoy it. 

Californian sun might be merciless at its peak, but it’s gentle and kind when it comes up in the mornings. He’s always liked it, even though now he rarely gets to enjoy it, working too late into the night to rise so early.

But occasionally Will gets nostalgic about the days when he was less busy and more eager to greet the day with the first rays of light. On those mornings he does get up some time after the dawn, regardless of how late he went to bed the previous night. He goes outside and lets the sun wash over him, and it contrasts with the slight wind rustling the leaves and bringing up dust.

Once, on a late-summer morning, he wakes up, and the sun is just starting to rise. It peeks from behind a loosely drawn curtain, and its light is falling on the rug beside the bed and then slowly climbing up, it lands on Chris’ leg that is sticking out from under the blanket.

Will rolls away gently, catching Chris’ hand that has been on Will’s waist and softly laying it on the sheets. The man stirs and mumbles something incoherent before turning on the other side and slipping his hands under the pillow, clutching onto it.

Will finds discarded pajamas pants from last night and, after putting them on, climbs down the stairs and goes out onto the deck.

It’s still shaded, for the most part, but as Will strolls around the house to the east side, the sun becomes visible: goosebumps disappear and he feels warm almost instantly.

He stands there for a while, his mind clear, no thoughts, nothing, pure nature around and LA skyline somewhere very far away. As the sun fills up the deck, inch by inch, Will stretches, does sit-ups and push-ups, flexes and relaxes his muscles. Finished with the morning exercises, he leans on the metal railing that has already become warm, and marvels at the view he’s gotten so used to during the past year.

“You know, it’s usually difficult to get you to wake up on a weekend,” Chris’ teasing voice startles him out of his thoughts.

Will turns to look at his boyfriend, who is standing between opened sliding glass doors, in a white tank top and blue boxers, right from the bed, rumpled and sexy.

“And imagine my surprise when I roll over and you’re not there. I even checked my phone to make sure it’s Sunday,” continues Chris as, barefoot, he pads towards Will until he’s just an inch away.

“It’s nice out here, peaceful,” says Will before dipping his head down and pressing a sweet short kiss on Chris’ lips. “Morning, babe.”

“Morning,” he whispers back and nudges Will until he’s back to facing the canyon. Chris loops his arms around Will’s waist, hugging him from behind, and hooks his chin over his shoulder.

They stay like this for a while, swaying and murmuring silly endearments to each other.

Some time later Will turns back around, shifts in Chris’ arms to stand face to face. And as usual, they can’t really keep their lips off each other, and they kiss. Slowly, measuredly, then gradually increasing the tempo as the world around them wakes up. Chris’ hands are solid on his waist, and Will’s are playing with Chris’ hair on the back of his head...

Later, they will make breakfast, take the shower and then slip back into the bed because they really can’t resist the temptation of a lazy Sunday, the opportunity to leisurely explore each other because the time spent together between the sheets never gets boring.

Will files this morning away with all other amazing moments he’s going to remember forever.

[chillontheside]

Mornings

Based on this instagram pic (the Brian one), ~400

she made me write it

Paws land on his hand and something wet nudges at his palm. Chris tugs his hand back under the blanket and rolls on his side, curling into the body next to him. Will stirs but doesn’t wake up.

Not for long.

Brian, wanting to be fed or simply bored, arrogantly pads over Chris and settles across their slotted hips.

Will sleepily mumbles, “Go ‘ack to sleep,” and pointedly moves away.

Now fully awake and amused, Chris rises on the elbow and leans over Will, trying not to disturb Brian, “It’s not me, babe.”

“Whatcha mean it’s not - ?” Will rolls on his back suddenly, and Brian meows loudly, having slid down from Will’s hip. “Oh, sorry, buddy! Didn’t know it was you, thought it was your dad,” he says, sounding apologetic and sympathetically petting him.

Chris chuckles, watching them. “It’s alright if he wakes you up, huh?”

Will grins at him, his hand still buried in Brian’s fur, “I had too much wine last night. Waking up sounded horrific just a couple of minutes ago, but now - ”, and he sits up a little sideways to Chris and lifts up Brian, who goes into his hands without complaining, “this guy will make your mornings awesome no matter how much your drink.”

“You sound like an ad.”

“Come on, baby, you don’t wanna miss out on all this awesomeness.”

Chris rolls his eyes but still slides up to them, kisses Will’s cheek, and scratches over Brian’s ears.

“Here, hold him, he misses his dad.”

“Nope, he’s doting on you.”

But Will is already on his knees in front of him, and Brian acquiesces to being moved into Chris’ outstretched hands. While Chris is trying to find a comfortable position to sit with a lapful of Brian, Will grabs his phone from the nightstand and crawls closer, flopping down between Chris’ spread legs.

Chris leans his chin on Brian’s head and smiles at his boyfriend, already used to him constantly snapping photos. He always ends up looking better than he really does, anyways, just because Will is the one behind the lenses.

He hears a click, and then Brian is breaking away from his grasp and Will stands on all fours to show Chris the photo.

His hair is sticking everywhere, and there are creases from a pillow, and he takes the phone and mercilessly crops his own face and their rumpled sheets which have gotten in the shot. Will's face is so close to Chris’ that he cannot stop himself from leaning in and capturing Will’s lips in a heated kiss.

The Internet can wait, he thinks and throws the phone on the other side of the bed.