TW: Angst, Non-explicit Sex

Their first time isn't great. It's all sweaty skin against sweaty skin against damp sheets, no technique. But that's all Parv needs, because he's got Will. The skin chafing against his is Will's, the teeth dragging against his collarbone are Will's. They have each other, and for now that's enough.

Oh, and it's the middle of the goddamn night. Parv couldn't tell how drunk Will was, because he was quite steady on his feet, but... surely sober Will wouldn't be doing this. Parv was drunk, that was for sure. He'd been drinking by his blood altar, and Will had come in. He probably was drunk when he arrived, but just how much wasn't clear. He'd come closer to Parv than he normally would, ostensibly to take a sip of his drink.

"Can I have some?"

"Sure," said Parv.

Will's fingers brushed Parv's as they closed around the stem of the glass. Will drank, letting a bit drip down his chin. Handing the glass back, he dragged his teeth over his bottom lip. God, that was hot. And as Will passed the glass back, he came even closer. Their free hands found each other, fingers tangling. Will looked up into Parvis's face. Parvis pulled Will's hand to his waist. Soon both of Will's hands were on his hips, pulling him closer. The glass fell and shattered, but Will dragged Parv away from the shards.

"Be sure not to cut yourself, Parv..." he whispered, and their lips met.

Will's fingers hooked through the belt loops of Parv's jeans and pulled, grinding their hips together. Parv was feeling Will's hair, the ends causing the skin of his palm to tingle. His whole body was more than tingling by now, anyway.

And they'd ended up here. Unwilling to let their lips and hands and hips part, they'd somehow made it to the bedroom and crashed onto the sheets. There Parvis discovered that he fit perfectly between Will's thighs, and the layers of clothing between them were too much.

Parv tore off his tee shirt, and Will smiled and pulled him back down on top of him. Parv started undoing all the goddamn buttons separating him from Will's hot skin, which went more slowly than it might have due to the distraction of Will's hands. First they ran lightly up and down his naked chest, spreading fire with their touch, and then migrated downward.

Almost immediately, all of Will's suavity and coolness melted into gasps and moans. "Oh, fuck, fuck, Parvis, faster!" His eyelashes fluttered and his hips snapped forwards.

The heat and pressure were building, and Parvis knew he was close. Will's eyes positively glistened. "God, Parvis, you're pretty. We should have done this sooner." That pushed him over the edge- Will's gorgeous voice saying his name, the affirmation of what he'd been feeling for months.

When the fireworks faded, Parv disentangled his legs from Will's and flopped down next to him. "That was fun."

Will nodded.

The bed was empty when Parvis woke up. He got up slowly, peeling the rumpled sheets off his sticky skin. His clothing was in a pile on the floor. It wasn't like he was surprised, really. Will Strife would always be cold and detached; his meticulous schedule didn't allow time for things like love. Sometimes Parv couldn't help but hope, though. The ice king had felt so warm! But it never paid well. Now those faint strands of hope had been torn out, taking his heart with them.

When Will got back to Solution Towers, he went into the bathroom and splashed his face with cold water. What had he been thinking!? He gripped the edge of the sink so hard his knuckles turned white and licked his lips. Parvis had touched those lips. Will couldn't even quite believe it had all really happened. But... having him and losing him was infinitely worse than never having him at all, because now he would always remember the taste of his lips and the feel of his hands. Oh, fuck. It was lucky he woke up so early- he didn't want to face Parv. Especially after all the regrettable truths that had spilled from his lips in the throes of passion.

He'd be crazy to think Parvis would consider him anything more than a drunken mistake.

Weeks later, Parv's head was so far down the blood altar he almost didn't hear the knock. "Come in!" he called, without really thinking. When he actually heard the tap of Will's armored boots on the stone floor he leapt up so fast he hit his head on the rim of the altar.

Rubbing the back of his head where he'd hit it, Parv forced his face into a light smile. "Hey, Will!"

"Hello, Parv. Any new projects on the horizon?" The only thing in Will's face was bored detachment.

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