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It was his parent’s birthday party-anniversary party-his engagement party, all rolled up into one.
His friends and all his parent’s friends were all milling around, the champagne was flowing, and
things were good.

Will smiled at his fiancé across the room, lifting his champagne glass. Warren smirked, lifting
his, too. Both had been finagled into conversations by every well-wishing and congratulatory
adult in the building, though Will had his suspicions that some of the overly brightly smiling
guests had only done it because they were scared to be thought of as homophobic bigots if they
didn’t. After all, Warren and him were going to have to go to Canada to get married, because
celebrity or no, the governor of their state still wouldn’t let two men get married. At the moment,
Warren was being fussed over by a small cluster of old ladies, a group that genuinely thought the
two of them were adorable (mostly because they were being headed up by Nurse Ratchet), and
they were all trying to convince him to either let them do his hair, or to eat something. Will
snorted at a comment about hot rollers, and headed over to the corner where the rest of their gang
hung out.

“Hey guys,” Will grinned, sipping at his glass as he approached the others. “Enjoying
yourselves?”

“Oh, you better believe it,” Layla smiled, hitting him lightly on the arm. “Congratulations, Will.
We’re all very happy for you.”

“Thanks,” Will beamed, feeling rather warm and fuzzy himself.

“Dude, I never thought you’d be getting married,” Zach laughed, shaking his head. “You go,
man. You go for it.”

“Thanks, Zach,” Will laughed, sipping again at his champagne.

“I have only one question for you,” Magenta spoke up, from where she leaned lazily on the bar.

“Yeah?” Will blinked.

“Will, what the hell are you doing wasting time with us when you’ve got Mr. Tie-me-up-and-fuck-me-hard waiting just over there?”

There was a moment where they all just stared at Magenta, then Will tossed his head back and
roared with laughter. “Magenta,” he crowed, “if I weren’t gay and hopelessly in love with
Warren, I’d demand that you marry me right now.” Chuckling, he gave her a quick hug, kissing
her forehead. “I love you, Maj. Layla, take my champagne, enjoy. Get drunk enough to let Maj
drag you off to be, please. Finally. Now if you’ll all excuse me, I have a fiancé to ravish.”

Slipping through the crowd, Will sidled up between the old ladies, and calmly reached down to
grab Warren’s hand. “Excuse me, ladies, I need to speak with my finace.”

There were giggles, but Will was already tugging Warren through the crowd, until they entered
one of the back rooms. Sighing in relief, Will leaned against the door, locking it behind them.

“So what did you need to talk to me about?” Warren shrugged, looking around the room
thoughtfully.

“The fact that you were so gorgeous out there, I nearly scandalized those old ladies, what with
how incredibly horny you make me.” Will stepped forward, and slid his hands under the loose
black shirt Warren wore over his simple red, long sleeved tee-shirt, and gently pushed it off.

“That so?” Warren smirked, looking pleased as his shirt tumbled softly to the floor. “I almost
told the old ladies to go fuck off so I could go over and kiss you.”

“But you didn’t,” Will murmured, slipping his hands under Warren’s t-shirt, loving the way
Warren’s skin had to be twenty degrees hotter than anyone else’s. Dipping his head, he began
laying open-mouth kisses along Warren’s neck and collar bone, continuing, “That’s what I love
about you, W’ren. So fucking polite when you want to be, so wild when you want.”

Warren let out a soft moan, slipping his own hands under Will’s white dress shirt, running
burning fingertips along Will’s spine. “Love me, do you?”

“Oh, fuck yes,” Will breathed, tugging the shirt up and off, then lowering his head further to lick
and nip at Warren’s perfect chest. He nibbled on each of Warren’s visible ribs, loving that
Warren’s breath hitched when he did. When they first started dating, Will had fretted about
Warren’s apparent lack of eating, and the fact that he was so skinny that despite his fiercely
chiseled muscles, he could still trace his ribs. Then he’d discovered that eating did Warren no
good, since all the food was burned before it even reached his stomach, and that he took
intravenous glucose instead. It kept him alive and healthy, even if it didn’t pack on the pounds.
Now Will loved those sensitive ribs.

Warren tugged at Will’s shirt, frustrated, then reached up to grab Will’s tie. Tugging on it until
Will faced him, Warren panted, “Tie and shirt off, or I burn them.”

Will grinned, and reached up to tug the silk red and blue striped tie off. His mother had given it
to him for Christmas last year, after his big promotion, and he doubted she’d be pleased if it was
destroyed. Tossing it behind Warren so that it landed on the desk, not even noticing when it
slithered to the floor, he then slowly, tortuously started undoing the buttons on his shirt.

“For fuck’s sake,” Warren muttered, and tugged hard on the shirt, scattering buttons everywhere
as he ripped the shirt off Will’s shoulders entirely, making Will hiss in pleasure when the
material cut at his arms and back as it ripped. “Much better,” he muttered, tonguing at Will’s
stomach muscles.

Will groaned, and tugged Warren up again, bringing their mouths together for the first kiss of the
evening, first one since the quick peck they’d had at the beginning of the party, when their
parents had announced the engagement. It was hot, messy, and very wet, tongues and teeth and
lips, even blood when Will bit down on Warren’s lower lip, making the taller hero groan and
cling tighter.

Slowly, Will began to back Warren up, until Warren’s legs and ass collided with the edge of the
desk, and they paused, panting, watching each other.

“Want to be very naughty and have sex where we shouldn’t?” Will breathed, all but grinning.

“Hells, yes,” Warren smirked, leaning forward to kiss Will again.

“Good,” Will laughed. “Cause I don’t think I can stop now. Strip.”

The fire in his fiance’s eyes at Will’s commanding tone brightened, and he immediately kicked
off his clogs, unbuckling and unbuttoning, and sliding his jeans down and off. Stepping out of
them, he stood naked in front of Will, who swallowed.

Will was always stunned by the perfection of his fiancé ever time he saw him naked. Will didn’t
think he himself was much to look at, but Warren deserved to be immortalized in art. Sculpture,
or paintings. Something. He was beautiful, all sharp angles and soft lines and smooth, hairless
skin until you got to his lower torso, then there was that dark, curling trail that started just below
his navel and trailed down to a curled patch that surrounded Will’s second favourite part of
Warren - the first part being his eyes.

Kicking off his own jeans, Will moved to stand so close to Warren there were bared millimetres
between their skin, licking his lips. “Love you,” he whispered.

“Love you too,” Warren agreed, tipping forward just enough to connect them everywhere.

Will groaned into the kiss, reaching out to grab Warren’s arms, then pulled back, spun his fiancé,
and pushed him gently down onto the desk. “Grab the far edge, and hold on, got it?”

Warren nodded, gripping the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles were white.

Will swallowed again, then nudged Warren’s legs apart with his knees, having retrieved the
small tube of lube from his pants pocket before he’d dropped them. Slicking up his fingers, he
moved them down to slip the cool digits into Warren, who moaned, and dropped his forehead to
the desk, arching into Will’s touch.

Knowing his fiancé wouldn’t stand for delay, Will prepared him quickly, then slicked himself up
before pausing. “Ready?” he murmured into Warren’s ear, leaning over so that his chest molded
perfectly over Warren’s back.

“Always,” Warren purred, arching back into him, and Will moved, sliding home.

They both groaned, and Will had to brace himself on the desk for a moment to recover from his
sudden case of jelly knees. “Love you,” he murmured again, dropping a kiss onto the centre of
Warren’s spine before he gripped his hips tightly.

“Love you,” Warren agreed, then moaned when Will slid back out, then back in. “Fuck, yes....”

Will fell into a rhythm quickly, loving the way Warren rocked up against the desk with every
thrust, making the pens and papers on it shift a little every time. Warren’s knuckles were white
from holding on, but his eyes were closed, mouth open, gasping and panting and making little
mewling sounds with every thrust. It was the sexiest thing Will thought he’d ever seen.

Leaning over, he kissed Warren’s cheek softly, and Warren’s eyes flew open, fixing Will with
the most intense, most heated black eyes.

Will let out a cry, muffled only by the fact that he had abruptly bit down into Warren’s shoulder,
his climax triggered in the end by just Warren’s intense eyes.

Warren threw back his head at the bite, hips jerking erratically back into Will as he too, came,
biting down on his own hand in an attempt to not alert the whole party to their activities with a
scream.

A few minutes later, Will reluctantly pulled out, and Warren groaned at the loss. Stepping back,
Will ran a hand through his sweaty hair, admiring the way Warren’s muscles moved as the other
finally released the desk and stepped back, flexing his fingers. “You are fucking sexy, you know
that?” Will breathed.

“Thanks,” Warren answered, a bit cockily, then walked a little stiffly over to the small pile that
was his clothes, digging in his pants for a long time before he produced a pack of cigarettes and a
lighter. Lighting one, he took a long drag, staring blissfully off into space, before he sighed, a
cloud of smoke filling the space around him. Reaching down, he tugged his jeans on, and held
the hand with the cigarette out.

Will took the offered cigarette, muttering, “Thanks,” and sticking it loosely between his lips as
he grabbed his own jeans, tugging them back on. “It’s probably a good thing neither of us wore
underwear, eh?” he laughed, smoke billowing a little as he laughed. “We’d have probably left a
pair somewhere under the desk, or something.”

Warren snorted, and reached over to retrieve the cigarette, taking a deep drag. “You’ll have to
wear my shirt,” he offered the black dress shirt, nodding. “I did a number on yours.”

“S’okay,” Will shrugged, hissing a little as the shirt scratched over the scratches and friction
burns from said shirt incident. “I like it, you know that. We forget anything?”

Warren paused, straightened Will’s hair for a moment, then ran his fingers through his own hair.
“Looks good to me.”

“Good,” Will nodded, reaching over to steal the cigarette, taking a last drag, then snuffing it out
in the ashtray on the desk. Letting out a long sigh, he exhaled the smoke through his nose, then
reached over to unlock the door. “After you.”

Warren leaned over for a quick kiss, then turned to enter the pandemonium of well wishers and
friends again.

And innocent as can be, a red and blue tie and several shirt buttons lay on the floor behind them.
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