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witticasterThis is silly and all for the possibility of dreamboats.
After a fair few drinks in honour of their anniversary, and all manner of private carousing, Will was quite ready to pull Tharkay close and fall asleep. Luckily, Tharkay seemed equally satisfied, and curled up in Will's embrace with a tired smile. "That was brilliant," he murmured, kissing Will's collarbone. "Fucking brilliant."
"I'm--" Will yawned. "I'm glad you think so."
"And I do." Inwardly, Will was beginning to suspect this praise might be an attempt to bolster his own confidence, after the difficulties that had plagued him recently. He could not say he minded, regardless of Tharkay's intent; it was infinitely nicer to lay there in the dark, warm and close, than to fret about the quality of his performance. Tharkay continued, his words sounding carefully phrased, despite his fatigue. "You are a damned dreamboat, Will."
At this, Will laughed aloud, and immediately regretted it, for Tharkay tensed slightly in his arms. "I am flattered, certainly, but--" and Will could not keep the smile from his face nor mouth--"surely I am not a boat but a ship? I feel rather too large--not like that, too broad in the--the shoulders, my dear--"
Tharkay attempted to swallow his chuckles, but with all the verbal traps Will had managed to step into, it was apparently quite impossible. "A dreamship, then. You are a damned ship of dreams."
Craning his head down, Will drew Tharkay into a sleepy kiss. "That, I am most happy to be."
After a fair few drinks in honour of their anniversary, and all manner of private carousing, Will was quite ready to pull Tharkay close and fall asleep. Luckily, Tharkay seemed equally satisfied, and curled up in Will's embrace with a tired smile. "That was brilliant," he murmured, kissing Will's collarbone. "Fucking brilliant."
"I'm--" Will yawned. "I'm glad you think so."
"And I do." Inwardly, Will was beginning to suspect this praise might be an attempt to bolster his own confidence, after the difficulties that had plagued him recently. He could not say he minded, regardless of Tharkay's intent; it was infinitely nicer to lay there in the dark, warm and close, than to fret about the quality of his performance. Tharkay continued, his words sounding carefully phrased, despite his fatigue. "You are a damned dreamboat, Will."
At this, Will laughed aloud, and immediately regretted it, for Tharkay tensed slightly in his arms. "I am flattered, certainly, but--" and Will could not keep the smile from his face nor mouth--"surely I am not a boat but a ship? I feel rather too large--not like that, too broad in the--the shoulders, my dear--"
Tharkay attempted to swallow his chuckles, but with all the verbal traps Will had managed to step into, it was apparently quite impossible. "A dreamship, then. You are a damned ship of dreams."
Craning his head down, Will drew Tharkay into a sleepy kiss. "That, I am most happy to be."
