henry lifts his head, pressing slow, lazy kisses against his jaw as his hips grind slow, unhurried circles against will’s insides(or hole idk man), making his lover let out slow, high pitched whimpers each time. "Yeah?"
"Are you going back next semester?"
henry is a little surprised that will would be asking him something so normal and practical right now, but answering couldn't hurt. "I don't really...I'm not sure yet."
"It's not...because of me, right?"
They both pause because henry can hear the very real possibility that will is considered in his voice.
On henry’s end, he was thinking about wanting to be there until he could recover enough to come back, and with his own confusion surrounding what he wants to do, that makes sense, but—
But will’s tone implies that, by the end of the summer, henry might not be waiting on anything. will might not even be there.
"I don't..." henry feels slightly unsteady, his chest struck with this sudden, crushing amount of sorrow at the thought, something he can't even bring himself to process, "I don't want to...think about—"will’s palm presses to his cheek, fingers trembling, and he's unsteady, but so serious. "I don't want you to...stop doing things because of me." Their eyes to henry’s surprise and worry, he finds that will’s eyes are wet.
"Because, I..." he takes a shaky breath, one arm clinging tighter around henry’s neck, "keep thinking about all of the things..." The next words are so honest, so fragile and frightened, they tear right through to his core, "...that I wanna do," his voice breaks on the last word, his throat aching as he fights back tears, and it's complicated, because—
He feels good, he feels alive, and he's just so, so in love with the person holding him, but he also feels like everything is going too fast, like everyone else gets a full trilogy to tell the story of their lives, and all of his pages are about to be ripped out before the end of book one, and it's unfair.
"...And I wanna do all of it with you."
henry stares back at him, his own eyes suddenly stinging as he struggles for words, but for once, he has none.
"I'm..." will bites his lip, so frustrated with himself as a couple of the tears fall, "I know, I'm...not fair, but—I just—if I don't—"
"will—"
"If I don't make it," he has to say the words out loud, because they're trapped inside and festering, and he just wants to stop dancing around the possibility, so he isn't trapped alone with it in his head. "I don't want you...to not live your life, just because...I'm not there."Will eyes slip shut as his climax hits him, rising like a tide, washing over him and pulling him under, making him whimper henry’s name over and over again—
"—so damn much."
It's minutes before either of them really manage to catch their breath, and it's not that sexy, the fact that will’a boyfriend feels the need to check his pulse for the first couple of minutes after an orgasm, but—
When he finds will’s heart rate to be steady under his fingertips, he relaxes, sinking down against him, letting out a low sigh as he hugs him close.
will turn his face into henry’s chest, waiting for his breathing to slow as exhaustion starts to hit him, sleep tugging at the corners of his eyelids—but he isn't terribly stressed out about it. Even if he passes out for a little while, henry will wake him up to help him clean up—
"Thank you."
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