Helliam (My AU)

Old Sparks and Kindling

It's been a few weeks since Henry and William made up. Will's talked with Michael, cried with him, and gotten back into their normal father-son relationship. Which includes being overprotective of him whenever Noah comes around. Will also apologized to Noah, for not keeping a close enough eye on him while they were working in his shop, allowing Ennard to kill him. Noah said it's fine, and life has found a new rhythm.

But Henry and William don't know how to talk to each other. Especially Henry, because he knows how he feels about Will, and knows from talks with GlitchTrap how Will feels in return.

But he doesn't know how to approach the subject of their relationship.

An opportunity is presented to him one day when he and Will are talking in Will's bedroom.

"I miss those times," Henry whispers, eyes closed. Will and him are sitting on the floor at the foot of Will's bed. They're talking about childhood memories. Well, not just childhood - their teenage and young adult years hold plenty of fond moments for the both of them. But that's the general idea.

"I miss them, too," Will replies, staying at the same volume. "Being able to hang out at the park together, in that one secluded corner we liked staying in."

Henry's mouth tugs into a smile. "Or chasing you around in between classes at school."

Will laughs at that. "You always managed to catch me."

"Longer legs mean I run faster, I suppose."

"I've never understood how your legs are so long, and yet we're the same height."

Henry shrugs. "My height comes almost entirely from my legs. Your's comes mostly from you're torso."

"Guess so." Will tilts his head backwards, resting it against the side of his bed.

They sit in comfortable silence for a moment. Relatively comfortable, at least. Will has a question that's bugging him, but he's not sure if he should ask it.

Henry opens an eye to look at Will. He notices the expression on his best friend's face, the look of intense concentration with a bit of uncertainty. "What're you thinking about?"

Will startles. "Huh?"

"You look like you're thinking about something, so out with it." Henry waves a hand towards the floor, trying to convey go ahead and talk vibes.

"Oh, it's nothing, really..." Will says, laughing uncertainly. "Just something that's been on my mind for a while."

Henry raises and eyebrow, but doesn't speak.

Will takes a breath. "I know... I know you hated me for a while, because of what you thought I did to Charlie. And I know you've said you're over that now, because you know it wasn't me."

No response. He keeps talking.

"But, I just-" He stops, changes his sentence, "Talking about everything we used to do... would you ever want to go back to that?" He's saying asking the question, but it's not the question he means at the same time.

Henry senses that, and quietly asks, "That's not all you're asking, is it?"

William flushes. "Maybe it's not..."

Henry shifts onto his knees. "Then what-" He moves closer. "Exactly-" He cups Will's chin, forcing him to meet his eyes. "Are you asking?"

Will's mouth suddenly goes dry. "I..."

"You...?" Henry cocks an eyebrow. He knows that he's playing a bit dirty, having knowledge of how they both feel instead of just his own feelings, but he can't resist at the same time.

"I'm less asking about what we used to do," William manages to whisper, "But... more what we used to be."

Henry smirks. "Are you asking me to be your boyfriend, Willy?"

Will flushes harder at the name. "You should know by now from Glitch that I hate that nickname."

Henry hums quietly. "You didn't answer the question, mi amor."

"Spanish now, I see." Will's trying to deflect. "Is that because that was the only class you actually did well in during high school?"

Henry pushes Will backwards so that he's propped up on his elbows, with Henry leaning over him and caging him between an arm and the bed. "Answer. The question."

Will realizes he's not getting out of this without answering, and answering truthfully. "Okay, okay, fine! Maybe I was asking that."

"Maybe?" Henry leans in even closer, a teasing smirk on his face. "Not for sure?"

Will doesn't trust himself to speak properly anymore, so he just keeps his mouth shut.

"Hm. Well, I suppose if you aren't certain, I can't say yes." Henry says the words in a mockingly thoughtful tone, faking a serious face to go with it.

Will gapes at him, but Henry isn't finished.

"But if I can't say yes to you, then maybe you can say yes to me..." He's keeping up the facade of thinking about it, until that teasing smirk crawls over his lips again.

"I-" Will can't talk. He legitimately can't talk. And he's about to die from overheating, although this way is considerably more pleasant than the times that Michael lit him on fire.

Henry leans in and kisses Will's cheek. "Will-" His forehead. "You-" His nose. "Be-" His other cheek. "My-" He pulls back and meets Will's eyes. "Boyfriend?"

He can't talk, but Will can nod, which he does vigorously.

Of course, Henry wants to keep teasing him. "Verbal consent, amor."

"Y-Yes-"

"Good." Henry places a gentle kiss on his lips, just a peck, really. Does he want to go farther? Oh, absolutely. But as much torture as it is for him, it has to be as bad - if not worse - for William. So he'll suffer through it.

Henry moves away, standing up and stretching in a way that makes his T-shirt crawl up his stomach. "Well, it's been nice talking to you, but I should probable get to work now."

Will just stares, dumbstruck.

"I'll see you later, okay?" Henry walks out to his own room, leaving William half-lying and half-hard on the floor.

Maybe he'll fix that later...