Helliam (My AU)

Want

William has been sitting in his room, completely dumbstruck, for over an hour. Maybe even two - he doesn't even know at this point.

Because who the fuck does Henry think he is, being obnoxiously hot and teasing, and then just leaving him on the goddamn floor?

Bastard.

But here's the thing - Henry's got the shortest shift out of anyone, because he helped start the franchise (with Will) and, simply, because he said so.

So he'll be back soon, probably within the hour.

And if the look in his eye when he left is any indication, William is about to get ruined, and he's actually looking forward to it.

In a completely normal, sane way, of course.

He's probably looking forward to it a bit too much, actually, if the aching tent in his pants is any indication. Maybe taking a moment to relieve the pressure wouldn't be a bad idea...

Will stands up - shakily, but all the same - and crawls onto the bed. He shucks off his clothes and slides under the covers, just in case Elizabeth or Chris decide to barge in, since they still haven't learned how to knock, despite being on the older side of their teenage years.

Taking in a deep breath, he lets his mind wander to a secret corner he tries not to venture into very often - the corner that has all the fantasies containing him and Henry.

He traces over his body gently, like he pictures Henry doing. Copying the movements in his fantasy, he slides an open palm down his chest, over his stomach, tracing around his right hip for a moment before trailing to the center and wrapping a hand around his shaft.

He holds his breath to keep any noises locked down as he strokes upwards, brushing over his head, before going back down and squeezing along the way.

Suddenly, it's way too hot under the covers. He pushes them off and walks over to the door unsteadily and locks it, keeping his hand on himself the whole time.

His own hand isn't what he wants, he wants Henry, but Henry isn't there, so he's doing his best.

Or maybe Henry is there, because suddenly there's a knock on his door and a low voice asking, "Will?"

His breath flies out of his lungs at once. "Y-Yeah?"

"Can I come in?" Henry's tone is amused, making it clear that he can sense the breathlessness underlying William's voice.

"Just- just a moment." Damn it, he shouldn't have tried getting off on his own, because now it's more painful than before he started, and he's going to have to try and hide it?

Henry, on the other side of the door, frowns, and teleports inside. He doesn't do that very often, as he prefers the exercise of movement as to the ease of teleporting, but for this he's making an exception.

One he's very grateful to make, because he's greeting by the wonderful sight of William standing by the bed, naked and looking completely fucked out of his mind.

Will's eyes flare like a cornered animal for a moment before returning to normal, if a bit nervous still. "Oh, um, hey."

"Why, hello." Henry smirks. "Were you thinking of me?"

Will flushes further, showing Henry he guessed right.

"Ah, I see." He steps closer to Will. "Were you too impatient to wait for me, amor?"

William will forever deny that his dick quite literally twitches at the pet name, but Henry notices, and plans to use it to his advantage.

"Hm..." Henry reaches out, less than half a foot away, and traces his short, blunt nails over Will's hipbone. "How about you tell me what I was doing in your head, and we'll see if I'm quite as good in real life?"