willysilver

Fin

The night was young and the bar had been packed. Willy had not played, he'd only been there with Fin to enjoy the band. But the crowd was thick and Willy was a bit tipsy on white Russians and he dragged Fin out of the bar and into the night.

"Mmm, my love, what do you wish?" he asked, Fin's hands in his own. He pulled him close and kissed him, lips then brow. "I will give you your grandest desire, you need but ask."

Hardly a new offer- they both knew Fin's flights of fancy were Willy's pleasure to fulfil.

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"We could be adventurous and ask others to join us- giving you experience and me the privilege of kissing you," he suggested. "Phuoka is an excellent lover...or there's that girl from your viewfinder cast..."

"I'm not sleeping with a cast mate," Fin replied. "...And wouldn't it be weird with Phouka? I mean... He's very handsome, but- Sometimes he's a dog."

"And sometimes I have wings and sometimes I am six inches tall...do not judge the fae as you would men," Willy replied.

Fin seemed to consider that for a moment, then nodded. "He's broader than you are. I've never seen his face, but I've touched it, and it's chiselled, and feels handsome- if that makes sense... I don't reckon he's keen on me though, Will. ...And wouldn't it bother you? Seeing me with- You know, your mate?"

Willy was quiet for a long moment, then he took Fin's hand and kissed each fingertip in turn.

"I think the two of you would be beautiful. And I think he would take great care with you. If I was there it would not bother me. It would wound me if you did it in secrecy, though," he confessed.

"I don't ever want to wound you, Willy. Not ever," Fin whispered. "I love you."

"And I want you happy and satisfied. All your curiosities sated," Willy said and he kissed him. "Let me be with you, with whomever else you choose, and you will not wound me."

"I can't- I can't speak for other people, Will. But-"

But he'd try. ...Maybe he'd never be with anyone else. Maybe he wasn't missing out. Maybe he was being silly and selfish thinking he was wrong to wonder if he was missing something by giving himself to Willy forever.

"Let's not talk about it any more," he said quietly.

"As you wish, precious. I will not ask you to do anything you do not wish," Willy replied, then began to lay down lazy kisses, flashing another memory of how beautiful Fin was, laid out on the pillow.

Fin didn't want to see himself though, he wanted to see Willy, his fingers moving to touch the fae's face. He knew it by heart, every sharp line and smooth slope, but he loved feeling it beneath his fingers still.

"It's not about the people even," he admitted after a moment. "I just wonder if it's different. If other lovers feel different. ...Sorry, I'm not- I should shut up," he said, laughing nervously.

"But of course, Fin...what of this...think of someone you might like to be with. The reason does not matter. Pretty face, charming sense of humour. Think of someone and I will be that person for the night," he offered.

"I don't want you to e someone. I want to be here with you," Fin assured him. "I didn't even mean, like- It's not asthetics, or, I dunno, girth, it's- I dunno. I don't know. It's... God this is embarrassing. I need to learn to shut my mouth."

He wet his lips, then spoke just a little softer. "What's it like to be with someone who doesn't love you? What's it like when they want you more then you want them, or vice versa? What- What's it like when they're angry, or I dunno. What about mad blokes who dress up like foxes before they shag? That's all I mean. I mean, not that I want to shag blokes who dress up like foxes, but you get the point, right?"

"You are curious about the variety of humanity," Willy replied in understanding. "Another day I will tell you all I know. All of women and men, of connection and the thrill of not even knowing a name. I will tell you of fetishes and delights. Pleasures and oddities. But not tonight, my love. Tonight I only want to be with you, yes?"

"Yeah- Alright Will. Okay," Fin agreed, though stories weren't what he wanted. Not really.

It all had him a bit tense, and he rubbed his eyes a bit as he sat up and dug his eye drops out of his pocket.

"Would you?" he asked, offering them to Willy. "It's easier when someone else does it still."

"Of course," the fae replied and he shook the bottle before uncapping it. But the magic that permeated the palace made the milky drops shimmer blue, something Willy didn't notice as he administered them to both eyes.

It felt different, and it tingled as he blinked a bit.

"Did you do something to it?" he asked quietly, blinking again and then rubbing his eyes, even though he knew he shouldn't. When he opened them again, however, he could see.

...Well, he could see a little anyway. It was like looking at the world from underwater. Just shadows and blurred colours everywhere.

"Oh my god."

"I only shook it up," Willy said with concern. He took hold of Fin's face to look in his eyes. "Are you hurting? What has happened?"

"No- I can see you!" Fin said, sounding as shocked as he felt. "I mean- I can't, you're... It's like looking at a Monet while standing way too close, but- I see you. I see- I see colours and shapes... Kind of. ....It's bloody amazing."

"Perhaps it is the magic of the realm," he said, smiling. Whatever it is, I am glad for it. We will enjoy it so long as it lasts."

Fin nodded, silently praying it stayed for good as he touched Willy's cheek.

"Oh my god... I've missed this so much," he confessed, tearing up slightly as he did his best to focus on Willy's face. It was blurry, but it was definitely Willy, and he let out a sob of joy as he cupped the fae's face with his hands.

Suddenly he didn't care about new experiences or other people. ...This was all he needed.

Willy was overwhelmed by the feelings flowing in Fin, feelings he could feel in his own heart.

"Evermore," he sighed softly. "Oh, how I do love you..."

"It's so good to look at you," Fin confessed. "I miss seeing you, Will. You don't know how hard it is, havin' that snatched away from you. ...IT was like losing part of myself completely..."

"Oh, Fin," he replied, the tone in his voice cracking as if it were his own heart. "If only I could give you your eyes back. If only..."

"Don't... Don't say that. Maybe this will last. Maybe I'm alright now, yeah?" Fin replied, daring to sound hopeful.

"It could be so," Willy agreed hopefully. The palace is a place of wonder, Fin. Things happen here that can happen nowhere else."

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