The Wanderer Love - A William Control Fanfiction

goodnight

[LUPE'S P.O.V.]

I probably shouldn't have begged him to stay up with me but I'm just so bored. Plus I didn't feel like sleeping when I left us off at an awkward conversation.

He seemed to agree to staying up with me as he took a hit. I watched as once again his cheeks puckered to the mouth peice. He was a beautiful man, his brown eyes captivated me. There was a lingering affect he had on me. I don't know whether it was his masculine scent or his dark persona. I always had a thing for bad boys.

It went smoother than the earlier hit and he learned to not hold in his inhale. "What about you? Ever had addictions?" He said handing me the pipe.

"If you consider the pot an addiction, yes." I said blowing out the smoke with my words. "I wouldn't call it an addiction only because I can last perfectly fine without it. It's more of something to lighten the mood"

He chuckled, "You do realize that's what addicts say right?"

"You know what I mean Wil!" I said nudging him. "I never got into alcohol because I hate the taste when it's more than two bottles, drugs never seemed apealing to me, and cigarets smell terrible to me."

"That's good" he said nodding. He looked as if something was bothering him.

"You okay?"

He looked at me, "Yeah, it's just, I've been thinking about your pal KJ" he explained looking down at his hands. "He seems so different from the rest of your friends. Like he's a buzkil compared you all"

I sighed knowing exactly what he meant. "Honestly, he's a drunk bastard half of the time. He's ditched us more times than we can count. He has his good days. They're great, it's the days that he cares and starts joining in with us. His bad days though, are very bad. He goes onto ruining this for us, wants to go off route. He even threatened us a few times. We do everything we can to keep him around because we want to help him and at times it feels like we only keep him around because it reminds us of the old him."

"I understand, it reminds me of me" he said looking at me.

"Wil, I assure you, it's not like you" I say staring into his eyes. "KJ is emotionally abusive, he wouldn't come close to fighting with any of us. It's much worse than just physical abuse. He drinks for almost no reason, sure his parents are divorced and his siblings are split up, but it's not like he can't just live with his mother to stay with his siblings. It's ridiculous because he resents his mom only because he blames her for the divorce when he knows it was a mutual breakup. And sure she does file lawsuits against his father sometimes but his father does need to clean up his act a bit because a pot edible connoisseur doesn't exactly look parentaly responsible on a court document." I rant noticing I'm saying too much. I regret saying it but it's just how I feel from bottling it up.

"Well, I'm glad you want to help him but he is a bit of a dick." Wil explains. "He started bickering with Bianca about helping carry you in here. I had to do it for him, before they start arguing. I hate conflict"

I shrug, "Yeah, they used to be a thing. They dated for about half a year, back in junior year."

"Is that why she brought up his current girlfriend?" Wil says raising an eyebrow.

"No I doubt she's jealous. Him and Bianca ended on a good note. Besides, Bianca is more than happy since she ended that relationship, he was so clingy but hypocritical." I explained looking at him. "It's just KJ recently started drinking because of his cheating girlfriend. Yet he's fucked twins at the same time while we've traveled. All of the relationships he's been in are fucked."

There's a long pause before Wil replies "yeah, it sounds fucked." He takes his shirt off for bed and crosses his arms being his head comtinuing, "what about you? What are your relationships like?"

I could feel my face grow red. Should I tell him my kinky relationships or dull it down?

"They're average" I lied.

Wil smirks at me, "c'mon Lupe, you're talking to the bdsm king, you don't have to lie"

I chuckle nervously.

Wil realizes my unsteady response of a chuckle. "No way, really? Sick"

I got offensive, "what do you mean sick? Why is there a double standard?"

Wil laughs quietly, "Don't be like that! I meant sick as an equivalent to your 'rad'"

"Well, don't get me wrong! It's not like I'm into cutting and punching or slaping each other, and it's not all about sex anyways!" I explain

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Usually people assume a person only is in a relationship for sex when you have kinks like those." Wil says calming me down. "But what about your dream though?"

"I'm not a necrophiliac!" I say giving him a stern look.

He laughs and snorts, "That's not what I was referring to! I was talking about the daddy kink and you killing him"

I have to admit to him if we're really trying to get to know each other. "Yeah, I have a daddy kink but I promise you I only killed him in my dreams because we ended on a bad note. I would never do that in real life" I say laughing.

"Right, how'd you guys end?" Wil asked.

I struggled to answer him, "he said it was because of the distance but he's dated girls as far as Texas. If you ask me, it was because I'm an atheist and he didn't like the symbols on my Supernatural pajama pants I wore when I slept over with him at his aunts house in Delaware."

"Well that's shit. I bet those fucking pajamas looked amazing on you"

I looked up at him. It was such a sweet thing of him to say. I didn't expect him to a great person to talk to and now I'm just really thankful he gets me.

I smile and tell him "awe, thank you Wil."

"It's no problem" he says smirking. "We should probably get too sleep though"

I tuck myself in to agree. I was too intrigued in our conversations to notice it was 4:30 am.

"Goodnight, I'll see you in the morning" I said hugging my bear and facing away from the window torwards Wil's back.

Before I could put my head on the pillow, Wil turns to me and grabs the back of my neck. He pecks my lips before fully kissing me.

I was caught by surprise but I didn't want to pull away. His lips were surprisingly soft and his hand on my neck soothed me.

He managed to slip his tongue between my lips and I squealed a bit against his kiss.

He pulled away bitting his lip, "goodnight"

He tossed on his side before turning off the his nightstand lamp and put his head on his pillow.

I was left in confusion but didn't want to argue about it or make it awkward so I flipped over. I turned off my lamp and gripped my bear tightly.

Jesus this man is smooth.

[WIL'S P.O.V.]

Her lips were smoother than silk. Even her skin managed to be baby soft.

fuck I should have made more of a move than that.

|Authors Note|

Now I feel like this story is going somewhere.

I hope to put in some plot twists to spice things up so stay tuned. Please give feedback, it's always appreciated even if it's positive or negative. Trust me I can handle it ;)

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