Nightterror and Will Grossman

Chapter Twenty Four

Will woke up, he was laying next to Terror, who was curled up around him. His back was sore, and he had marks on his neck and chest. He had none of his clothes on either, but he knew why and didn't mind it.
When he tried to get up, Terror grabbed him by the waist and held him to his chest.
"Stay," he whispered in his ear, and cuddled Will.
Will smiled a little and turned so he was facing him, and kissed him deeply, Terror meeting him half way.
Terror pulled away first and kissed his forehead. He didn't want to let Will leave, he'd take the heat with him, and he was too comfortable curled around him. He didn't want the moment to end so quickly, they had slept the whole day after they were done, yesterday. Terror kissed a bright hicky that was on Will's neck, and nuzzled it.
Will looked into Terror's eyes, he noticed that his eyes color had gotten worse. He wanted so bad to know why, he wanted Terror to open up to him. Like how he had when explaining his family and past. Just thinking about it, made him want to cry. He wanted Terror to trust him with everything, but he knew they had to keep something's to themselves, shoot Will was already keeping a few small secrets. He just wanted Terror to tell him if he was okay, hearing that everyday would be a bliss, he wanted to know that his lover was happy. He wanted to make sure the handsome smile Terror possessed, would stay on his face forever.
Will hugged Terror tight, and kissed his neck. "Do you feel okay?"
"Yeah," said Terror, tracing mindless circles on Will's back. "I feel fine, as long as your by my side."
Wil smiled and chuckled a little. He loved how smooth Terror could be, he loved the cheesy but meaningful lines he said. He loved that Terror could be so gentle, but if he had to, he'd quickly snap into a protective beast. He adored the way Terror was, he loved him for who he was and would never stop loving Terror for who he was. He wasn't as low to date Terror for his looks, well the looks skills and muscles were a serious bonus, but still. Will savored every part of Terror's soft, yet protective personality when he could.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, slipping Will out of his thoughts. He sighed and rolled onto his back. "I'll get the door."
"Only if your up for it," said Terror, watching him sit up.
"I am," said Will. He slipped his boxers on, then a pair of clean jeans. He put on a white shirt, then his blue hoodie then he put on his tan/brown jacket. He heard Terror chuckle behind him.
"Your gonna get heat stroke one of these days," he said, he was sitting up on the bed. The comforter covered his crotch and legs, thank god for Will. He would've had made a river from a nosebleed if Terror wasn't covered. He then laid back down mumbling inaudible words. Will shook his head with a smile plastered on his face from his lover's dorkness, and walked to the front door. He opened it to see the man Terror had ran off before. Mr. Mendes stood impatiently in front of the doorway, tapping his foot.
"Finally," he scowled. "Done fisting your boyfriends stupid ass? Wouldn't expect anything more from a couple of rats."
"I-it was a-actually the o-other w-way around..." said Will, his nervousness getting ahead of him.
"A-are y-you re-retarted?" mocked Mr. Mendes, scowling. He watched as Will rubbed his hands nervously, the boy was looking down. He seemed to have crushed what confidence Will had before he came to the door. He smirked, pleased by Will's weakness.
Suddenly a hand slammed on the doorframe, making Will jump slightly. Terror stood behind him, he had put on black shorts so he wasn't completely bare. He glared daggers at Mr. Mendes, Will knew he was a second away from summoning some actual ones.
"Ah I see you need your muscle head of a boyfriend to protect you," scowled Mr. Mendes.
Terror growled silently, but decided to hide his annoyance. "I actually protect him against his will, he was absolutely fine before I came along. All I do is scare off the pathetic people who have nothing better to do then bother a teen. Those pathetic people have no self control, and think their opinion is so valuable, when its actually worth as much as their fucking shit. Those people have no life, and no good reason to stay around," said Terror, going in front of Will, making it clear that no one was allowed to touch, or harm him in anyway. "So I'll say this again Mr. Mendes, I don't want to see your pathetic face around my house again. Are we clear?"
"Crystal," hissed Mr. Mendes.
"Then good riddance," Terror said before slamming the door closed. He turned to Will, who was looking down at his feet. A look of sadness now replaced his smile. Terror sighed and pulled his small lover into his arms. He kissed his forehead, and looked into his eyes. He kissed his soft lips and put his hand in Will's blonde hair. He felt Will kiss back and come closer to him. Terror pulled away after a few seconds past, and held Will in his arms. "Forget about the homophobic, he's not worth it."
"Okay," said Will, smiling a little at Terror's act of comfort. Terror petted his hair the rested his hand on Will's shoulder, smiling. His faded eyes sparkling with an emotion he would never admit to without force.