Unspeakable

Chapter 62: Big Changes

Will looked around the small house in upper Hogsmeade, giving a small sound of satisfaction at the look of the place.

"Was that a sound of approval I heard?" Connor asked excitedly. "Are we finally done looking for a place?" They'd been looking at homes around the area for the entire day, and while Connor was certainly picky with what he wanted- two rooms and a fireplace- Will had turned out to be the one who was far more particular.

"Yes, I think this place is good." William nodded gently.

"Finally!" Connor cheered in relief. "Alright, let's talk to the owner and get things worked out. Then we'll move things in."

William did spot one issue, though. "There's one bed." He said simply.

Connor stopped on his walk toward the door, looking over his shoulder with a bit of a blush. "Oh?" They hadn't quite broached that subject yet. He was trying to be patient for William, but it was getting frustrating.

William remained silent, his face expressionless as he looked toward the lone bed in the bedroom. The other bedroom was filled with various furniture to make it more like a sitting room.

"Is that a problem?" Connor put a hand on a hip in frustration as he tilted his head.

"We'll be sleeping together." William said it as a statement again.

"Yes, yes we will." Connor grinned a little as he saw a bit of a blush on William's cheeks. He walked back forward and grinned up to him, since William had a few inches on him. "Don't tell me the tough strong William Walsh is afraid of sleeping with another man." He teased with a grin.

"You're not just another man." William said, his pale blue eyes looking down to Connor with an intense look to them.

That made Connor blush this time, turning red as he took a step back to gather himself. "You're making it really difficult to be patient with you when you say things like that." He grumbled.

"Patient?" William tilted his head in confusion.

"Yes, patient. I should get a damn sainthood by the time this is done." Connor sighed in frustration.

"Well at least tell me what you're being patient with." William scoffed.

Connor reached forward and pressed a hand against William's chest, sliding it down to his stomach along the hard planes of his chest.

That touch alone made William shudder and stumble back in shock, knocking into the bookshelf behind him with wide eyes.

"Patient." Connor said with a wicked smile.

William looked down at Connor with a flustered look. "I told you already, I'm not sure how... how I could do something like that."

"And I told you it's pretty straight forward once you get started."Connor's smile widened in amusement. "Peg," he lifted one hand, "hole." He lifted the other. He clapped the hands together.

William flushed brightly at the motion and let out a scoff of disbelief. "That's easier said than done!" He protested.

"Not really." Connor chuckled. "Sure you usually need a bit of oil or something-" he made another lewd gesture of how to put oil on.

"Agh, stop-" William rushed forward to hold Connor's wrists to stop the gestures. He was breathing heavily as he held Connor's hands tight in his grip.

"You're so easily flustered." Connor chuckled softly. "So fierce in battle, able to take on the toughest opponents... but I make a few hand motions and here you are panting for breath."