Wild Child

"That's it, keep your feet in there and hang on to the pommel nice and tight." Will circled the pony around the flags one last time and headed back. To his immense relief, his replacement was there ready to take over and, damn, were his feet and ears grateful! Not to mention his stomach. He handed over the reins and wandered over to the hay bale to retrieve the lunch he'd left in a paper bag earlier. Salvation in hand, he looked around for Christian and spotted him a few feet away, chatting to a newly-arrived Johnny. Joining them, he waved the paper bag around. "Need. food." he gasped. "Going. To. Expire."

Johnny grinned over at the approaching Will and said to Christian, ( ''We should probably take off, then. I don't think your da'd be very happy if we let your new step-mum expire from starvation.'' )

Will knocked on the Shack door like the nice, polite lad that he was. Not. Then he shoved it open and stepped inside, meeting Christian halfway down the hall on his way to answer the summons. "Evenin' pardner," Will said with a laconic nod, head down.

Christian opened his arms wide. "Pappa!" He looked Will up and down. "They fit!" He grinned, admiring the leather trousers he and Johnny had given Will for his birthday as a match for that disgusting jacket of his. "Oh boy do they fit. Come on in."

( Will followed Christian back into the living room and then twirled on the spot, giving Johnny a wink. )

The morning after this.



"Alone at last." Marton gave Will a filthy wink and dived toward his stomach, intent on blowing a raspberry.
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“So what’s it like?” Christian looked over at his father who was leaning on his desk reading the status report on Esea. ( Read more... )

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The hallway was pretty busy but mostly with folk coming off the lifts and heading in the opposite direction from Will. It meant he had to step aside, stop, push through and wait a bit, but he didn't mind. Not like he was in any hurry, anyway. He strolled along toward the lifts with his hands in his pockets and a cheerful smile on his face. Another lazy morning, spent stirring his coffee on the Coffee Shoppe patio was over and it really was about time he thought about going back to work. But not today; today was for doing nothing.
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A quick trip up to his room for boots and socks and Will was off out into the garden in search of distraction. While he might have told Liam that he had some sorting out to do, he did not mean right now and in fact he'd figured he'd save the heavy stuff for after the vacation.
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[Featuring/referencing OCs: Sara Carlisle, Linus Eckhert, Adrian Forrester, Charlie Larson, Halloran (Hal) McCarran, Calhoun (Cal) Shorter, Ben Tattersall, Lisa Bianchi]

Johnny waved through the window at Stan, the guy on the gate, before remembering that the glass was tinted black from the outside. He blushed and slumped down in his seat, hoping Christian hadn't noticed, but unfortunately Christian's attention had been firmly on him for the last hour. Usually he thought that was wonderful, but his lover's twinkling eyes just made him blush harder. At least Lawrence and Jet were up front with the driver, and Obie didn't care.

"Hey," he whispered, for no particular reason, "we'll be there in a minute. We should probably at least finish getting dressed."

Christian finished tucking himself in and zipping up and looked at Johnny with pretended amazement. ( ''I AM dressed.'' he told him. ''What's keeping you?'' )

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Harry yawned as he walked down the hall to the lifts, threading his hand through his hair and scowling as his fingers tangled, still unused to the fact that he actually had to brush it in the mornings now that it was this length again. "The sacrifices we make for a pair of brown eyes and a pout," Harry mumbled, noticing absently that someone else was already waiting at the lifts.
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Marton sat with his back against the bedpost, knees drawn up and parted and Will, lying with his head against Marton’s shoulder, resting between them. Will was very subdued, lying passively in his arms, had been that way the last few days. But he understood why and Will would soon bounce back; he always did.
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“But you’ve never been with anyone else from downstairs. Never booked a . . . wait. If it’s only Sean and me, have you ever even fucked more than one person at a time? Like a three-way or something?”

Marton smiled and again shook his head. “Nope.”

“Oh dear God!” Will rolled his eyes. “That settles it. We’re fixing this, soon as we get home!”

“You’ll ruin my reputation.” Marton commented mildly, not at all bothered as he once would have been.

“Good!” Will shot back. “It could use some ruination.”


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