"𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖊" : 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔶 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔴 𝔬𝔫𝔢-𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔰

"ultimately" by khai dreams (willxgeorgexalex) [au]

author's note

so, i gave you guys a choice between willxgeorgexalex and jamesxfraser this week and look who won (by a fucking lot). i think imma do jamesxfraser next week, if you have any idea of what you might like to see, you know what to do. sorry it's a bit shorter and kinda ass, but i tried. hope you guys enjoy!

"oi! elmslie!" i look up from my phone after pausing my music, kicking up my skate board. george is sitting on top of will's truck through the sun roof. he's grinning widely, beanie leaving just a poof of hair sticking out in the front and circular glasses sitting low on his nose. the huge jean jacket over his sweatshirt is very obviously will's. "'eard from your mum you dipped from school today! figured we'd find you 'ere." i hook my left earbud over my ear, leaving it dangling, to hear him better. suburbia is quickly turning grey as night falls.

"yeah, didn't feel like dealing with a bunch 'f pricks t'day," i shrug, coming up to the vehicle. george tries to keep up the same energy after the mention of the bullies. he and will had escaped from everything after they left for university. he slaps the roof. 

"get in, loser. we're stealing you fo' t'night 'nd going t' will's flat." i smile and throw the back door to the red car open as george slips back in and into the passenger seat up front. i have to step over a crate of unopened beers to sit comfortably. 

"ooh, booze?" i ask, eyebrows raised. "what's the special occasion?" will sits behind the wheel, drowning in his soccer varsity jacket, and scrolls through the music playlist on the phone plugged into the aux cord. i see him randomly select a blackbear song. it plays lowly on the shitty speakers. 

"no special occasion, love, jus' had a bad day 'nd i wanna make it good. do i 'ave to 'ave a reason to get plastered with m' two favourite blokes?" he chuckles, turning his attention back to the road by putting down the device, and gets out of the empty skate park lot.  i can practically hear george rolling his eyes. "'nd be careful with 'em back there! i paid twenty-seven quid fo' that!" i put my board down cautiously, some glass bottles clinking, and relax into the old seats. 

"d'you at least eat today?" even though they try to act chill, i know they worry when things like today happen. they've seen how bad things can get in this town. i fix my hair in my phone's front camera.

"uh- yeah, james and fras dropped some lunch 'ff for me," i make up quickly, busing myself with texting niall about the english homework i'd missed by being out today.

"really? 'cause james just texted me asking 'f we'd gotten you food." george turns off his phone, clearing his throat. i sink deeper in my seat, stomach dropping, caught in a lie. i catch will's eyes in the rear view mirror, shooting him an apologetic, ashamed look. he'd been the one i'd promised to start eating consistently. he just sighs and reaches back to take my hand reassuringly. "al, you can't j-"

"george," will interrupts him softly. will had dealt with this more than george. he knows what it's like to hurt and have to cover it up, to go to any length to hide it. he knows not to get frustrated. george had always been vocal about what he was going through. i swallow burning tears, squeezing his hand and focusing on will's thumb running over my knuckles. "we're going t' eat when we get t' mine, okay?" i nod.

my face is buried in george's chest. i'm full and drunk, feeling blissful  and fuzzy. my boyfriend's fingers tug at my hair and pull me up into a kiss tasting of ipa and vodka. he runs over the now-fading love bites, smirking. 

"'m thinking you need more, al..." he whispers, mouthing at my neck. i whine a little when he takes the sensitive skin between his teeth. i hold him closer, gasping when he starts to sink lower and push my shirt up.

"oi, you lot! don't shag on m' couch!" we pull away from each other reluctantly, breathing heavily. the word 'cock block' starts coming up my throat but stops halfway. will stands in the entrance to the living room, leaning against the door frame tipsily. he doesn't have a shirt on but the attention that used to be drawn to bad self harm scars, lanky arms, and jutting-out hips has now been replaced by lean muscles and the brightest smiles. he rarely ever takes his shirt off, too self conscious, but the alcohol coursing through his veins has made him evidently more confident. 

"woah." i almost have to keep my jaw from dropping, mouth going dry. "you look fit, mate." will flushes a heavy pink, wrapping his arms around his middle to hide. 

"oh piss off, guys." when he sits on the couch, george and i snuggle up to his side immediately. "y' don't know how long 've been walking 'round the flat without a shirt on by m'self to try 'nd become more comfortable. had a panic 'ttack yesterday 'bout it and decided 'nough was 'nough." here, comfort comes so easily, a place where we all feel accepted, cared for. whether it's the bullies that chase me, the demons that plague will, or the parents that don't love george, they all become meaningless here, where the lights are dim and low and real life drowns in a sea of blankets as time slows.

"'m so proud of you," george coos, sucking a quick hickey into the exposed skin where his neck meets his shoulder. will drains the bottle of beer in his hands and places it down to take me in his lap. our lips meet, hot and ready to prove to the other that he's worth the world. i giggle a little into the kiss, making will smile widely, all toothy and happy. i'm quickly pulled back into their embraces, with laughable desperation but i feel the same, and swallowed by the night.

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