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Heart & Soul	By : Irana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Bill/Neville Views: 8129 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Heart & Soul
Gift For: alisanne
Author: Irana
Rating: Adult
Pairings: Bill/Neville
Warnings: AU, a little angst, UST, a smattering of D/s overtones, oral sex, rimming, wall sex
Summary: Neville believes himself unwanted by the one he loves.
Disclaimer: JKR I am not.
Author's Notes: Written for hpvalensmu 2007 for alisanne who wanted: Humor, romance, public sex, wall sex, cross dressing, rimming, toys are all good. I'm fine with Mpreg. A bit of UST is fine, too. It's not all in here, but I hope you like it anyway. Also, just a teeny bit of angst crept in there� this story just wrote itself the way it willed and all I could do was follow along. 5,867 words.
Beta: Angel, thanks love

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Neville looked across the room and sighed, picking up his drink. He stared at it for long moments before he finally lifted it and swallowed it down whole, a heavy sigh leaving him once he was done. If Harry hadn't asked him to come out tonight and he wouldn't have had to watch as he man he was he was in love with flirted with a sizable group of men and women.

Frankly, he was tired of the post-war celebrations. It had been a year, surely it was time to move on and have done with it. He frowned at himself. It had been hard on everyone, and he supposed people would still be celebrating for whatever reasons they could find for a while yet. Tonight marked the release of the newest version of Hogwarts: A History, and as the final battle had been waged by Hogwart's lake, all the key players of the war were expected to be there.

He'd wanted to duck out early � in fact, hadn't wanted to come at all � but Harry had begged him not to leave him alone with just Snape and Draco for company, so he'd come. It wasn't as if he could have safely left him with Ron and Hermione, what with Ginny going into labor earlier that day. Ron and Hermione had been her birth partners all through her pregnancy; it wasn't as if they could back out now after all. Besides, Ron would never have heard the end of it if he'd let his sister and her lover go through this without him.

Ginny's doctor had been adamant about only having the two of them there � particularly with the added strain on her small body � conceding to allowing Molly and Arthur to wait close by. Ginny herself had threatened everyone else with bodily harm if they didn't make it to the party tonight, especially since she'd been unable to go, telling them that there was no point to them being there for the labour and delivery � just after to see the baby � and to have fun for her. These days, nobody wanted to cross Ginny's temper, and really, it wasn't as if anyone had to make any speeches or anything, just be there long enough for the Prophet to get photos and to show� Well, he wasn't sure what they were supposed to show; support, appreciation or what, but they were expected to put in an appearance.

Neville snorted at himself as his eyes drifted back to stunning redhead. He was pathetic really � twenty two years old and in love with a man twice his age who was clearly in his element in the spotlight and deserved to have someone just as animated and extroverted by his side. Neville preferred to stay at home, or spend quiet evenings with his friends. What could he possibly offer a man like Bill Weasley? Neville was so lost in his thoughts he didn't even realize that someone had taken the seat next to him.

"Why don't you say something to him, Neville?" Harry's voice asked quietly.

He looked over at Harry to see that his friend had realized just who he was looking at and sighed again. "Why? Look at him Harry. He's gorgeous. He's got them eating out of his hand. He doesn't need me, hasn't even noticed me, and I'm not about to make an arse out of myself in front of everyone."

Harry sighed. "Neville, you're a damn fit bloke, and you know it. You've got a lot to offer, a fine mind, a big heart, and unlike most of those people over there, you care abouthim, the person, not the famous cursebreaker."

Neville snorted. "That may be so," and really, he didn't see all that, "but it's not as if he sees me at all, now is it?"

Harry cast a glance at Bill from the corner of his eye and smirked. "I wouldn't be so sure about that," he said quietly. How Neville managed to miss the way Bill looked at him was a mystery beyond Harry's understanding, but he got the feeling it would be obvious to Neville soon enough.

Neville rolled his eyes and finished his drink, deciding that he'd been there long enough. He stood, not looking in the direction he'd been staring all evening, and gave Harry a small smile. "Goodnight, Harry," he said. "I've been here long enough, and I'm tired."

Harry raised a brow but stood as well. "We'll go to lunch or something next week, yeah?" he asked. Gathering by the frown Bill was aiming at Neville's back, they just might have something to talk about.

Neville nodded and headed for the cloakroom, stopping off at the men's on the way. When he finally went to retrieve his cloak, he was surprised to see Bill leaning against the side of the wall.

"Bill," he greeted, unable to keep the surprise from his voice.

"Have I done something to offend you?" Bill asked, carefully masking his hurt. Out of the last seven events they had both attended, Neville had voluntarily spoken to him at not a single one of them. He'd waited � the last three times � for Neville to approach him and he never had. He had managed to make eye contact with the other man once out of the last three, and he couldn't help but feel Neville was purposefully avoiding him.

"No, of course not," Neville replied, more than a little shocked at Bill's question.

One auburn brow rose. "No? Then why haven't you spoken to me the last three times I've seen you? Why did I have to virtually hunt you down to start a conversation with you the four times before that? What happened to the friendship I'd thought we'd begun building just after the war?"

In all truth, Bill had been hoping for more. There was something about Neville that called to him, made him feel things he couldn't quite define. He wasn't certain if it was Neville's gentle nature, or the core of steel he'd seen in him during the war. It might have been the peace and rightness he felt in Neville's company, or the loyalty he so clearly gave to those he named friends. Bill knew that he wanted it, wanted Neville, and he couldn't understand what had happened. All he knew was that he and Neville had begun spending less time talking when they saw each other until they weren't talking at all.

Neville flushed and looked away. How could he possibly tell Bill he'd fallen in love with him? Friendship was what Bill wanted, and that wasn't what he wanted at all; he wanted far more than that. He wanted love, and comfort, and the joy of knowing he'd have someone to share his bed with every night, the same person he'd wake up to every morning. It had hurt to have Bill so close and so far away. He wanted to touch and be touched, he wanted cuddles in front of the fireplace, he wanted quiet discussion about their respective days.

"It's just� I thought," Neville began, struggling to find a way to explain without explaining, and it didn't help at all that Bill had stepped closer, close enough for Neville to smell the sun and sand scent that still clung to him despite him not having been in the desert for well over three years.

Bill's eyes bored into him, frighteningly intense, and Neville finally just decided to tell him the truth. If Bill despised him for it, or stopped speaking to him for it, well� it would only be proof they weren�t meant to be together wouldn't it? Neville took a fortifying breath and spoke.

"It hurt, to be so close to you and not be able to touch you, to watch you laugh and flirt with men and women alike, to feel like I was keeping you from truly enjoying yourself whenever you sat beside me when you were born to charm everyone around you," he said quietly.

Bill opened his mouth to say something, but Neville spoke before he could.

"Please, just� let me say this. It's hard enough as it is." When Bill nodded he went on, eyes drifting to a spot on the wall behind Bill as he wished he'd left much earlier so he wouldn't be having this conversation. "I don't want to just be friends with you. I haven't wanted that for months and it was easier to stay away from you than be reminded that you didn't want what I wanted, that you didn't want me the way I want you."

Neville fell silent and lowered his eyes and a full minute of silence passed before he dared to look up to meet Bill's shocked eyes. He flinched and looked away, the expression on Bill's face only confirming he'd been right to stay away.

"You wanted to know," he said. "Now you do. If you'll excuse me," he added with as much dignity as he could muster before he stepped around Bill and headed for the cloakroom once more.

In a few short steps he was inside and pulling on his cloak, damning himself for having been caught in a situation where he'd had to tell Bill how he felt and feeling ten kinds of stupid for having hoped that he might have been wrong. He sighed as he realised he'd have to step outside the building to Apparate, which meant if Bill was still in the hall he'd have to face him again.

Bracing himself, he stepped back into the hall and turned for the door only to be yanked around and pressed against the wall.

"You prat," Bill all but hissed, eyes narrowed as they locked on Neville's. "Did it ever occur to you that I chose to spend time with you? That I wanted to talk to you? That perhaps I wanted to know you because I was attracted to you?"

Neville opened his mouth to answer only to find them sealed shut as Bill closed his mouth over Neville's in a bruising kiss filled with all the hurt and loneliness he'd felt for the last two months as Neville had steadily ignored him.

Neville's eyes flew wide in surprise before they slid closed and he kissed Bill back, the resignation and despair he'd felt moments before evaporating as Bill kissed him. He hadn't been wrong to hope after all; Bill did want him. Heat flooded through him as Bill kept kissing him, leaving Neville's mouth to drop heated little kisses along his jaw and down his neck. He gasped at the scrape of teeth over his pulse, and hands he didn't realize he'd moved clutched at Bill's waist, hips pushing forward in search of needed contact.

Bill growled at Neville's response, pulling him closer, teeth sinking into the skin of Neville's throat as he bit him � marked him � before he smoothed his tongue over the bruise. He kissed his way back to Neville's mouth, reveling in the soft noises of pleasure the other man made as he took his mouth once more, rolling his hips so his swollen flesh pressed against Neville's stomach.

Pulling away reluctantly he looked deep into Neville's eyes, everything he felt there for Neville to see if Neville looked. "I want you. All of you, not just the incredible sounds you make when my mouth is on you."

Neville swallowed, unable to speak for long moments, but finally he said, "Alright." He flushed, feeling stupid, but his brain was a puddle of jelly and his body was on fire.

"Tomorrow," Bill said. "Eight. Dinner. I'm coming to get you. Be ready," he added as he pulled completely away, taking in the sight of Neville's kiss swollen lips, glazed eyes, and tented trousers. He licked his lips and fought the desire to drop to his knees and suck Neville down then and there, all the want he'd felt for the other man rolling through his body in waves. "Go. Before I take you right here," he rasped, forcing himself to back away.

Neville nodded � shaken � and slowly made his way to the door. He decided he'd walk for a bit before he Apparated home. The way his body was singing and his mind reeling, he wasn't at all certain he'd manage to Apparate without splicing himself. Bill wanted him. Really wanted him. For more than sex. Neville struggled to wrap his brain around it even as he hardened further in his pants, liquid seeping from the slit. Dear Merlin, why wasn't it already tomorrow?

*~*~*~*

Harry ducked back around the corner, but not before Bill had seen him. He'd followed Bill when he'd left after Neville, and was pleased at the scene he'd witnessed.

"I know you're there Harry," Bill called out, running a hand through his hair.

Harry grinned and stepped into view. "It's about damned time," he said.

"You knew?" Bill asked, glaring at Harry. "If you knew how he felt, why didn't you say anything?"

Harry shrugged. "It had to be you. Neville wouldn't say anything, no matter how much I tried, and this way he knows it's because you really want him, not because he threw himself at you."

Bill snorted as he walked over to Harry. "I've wanted him since the night I saw him clock Malfoy for kissing Ron when he knew Ron was missing Seamus," he said, referring to a night a year and a half ago just towards the end of the war.

"Saw that did you?" Harry grinned, thinking Bill would likely shit himself if he knew Ron and Seamus had joined him and Draco in bed more than once since then.

Bill smirked. "I did," he replied, eying Harry knowingly. "Pity Draco didn't bother to tell him that he and Ron were sharing a bed with you and Seamus."

Harry blinked, and then laughed. "We weren't at the time." No harm in admitting it now, Bill already knew.

Bill raised a brow. "Really? I would have thought the way Ron reacted was that of a lover."

Harry's grin widened and his eyes glinted. "That was a bit of a catalyst you might say," Harry answered, then continued, "But we were talking about you and Neville." His eyes narrowed and took on a dangerous gleam. "Don't hurt him. He loves you and he's been shafted before," he said thinking of Dean and the way he'd just dropped Neville the minute that Parvati had shown interest. "Family or not, you'll regret it if you hurt him."

Bill laughed and ruffled Harry's hair. "If I were you, I'd be more worried about Neville hurting me." He grew serious and said, "I love him Harry. I want him with me till I'm dust, and even after that."

Harry smiled and relaxed before he lunged forward to hug Bill. "Let me know what I can do to help," he said, happier than he could express. He knew Neville loved Bill, and he wanted to see both his friends happy and together. "And you'd best ask me to stand up with you when the time comes," he teased as he let him go and they walked back to the party.

*~*~*~*

Neville ran his fingers over the mark Bill had given him the night before, a sliver of pleasure dancing through him as he remembered the moment it had been made. He should have listened to Harry, said something to Bill much sooner, but he couldn't help but be glad it had worked out this way. Now he wouldn't have to worry if Bill had just been responding because he'd said something; he knew it was because Bill wanted him. He frowned a little at that. Bill had said he wanted all of Neville, but for how long? Want didn't equal love, and that was what he needed from Bill, what he was offering the other man. He wondered if Bill knew that, and resolved to make it clear before the night was done.

He fidgeted in front of his closet for long moments trying to decide what to wear. There was the pair of brown leather trousers Harry had talked him into buying a few weeks ago, and Bill had mentioned something about dancing after dinner, or a Muggle movie. Just in case Bill decided on the dancing, Neville chose the leather, lips curling as he thought about Bill's reaction to seeing him in the skin tight trousers. He'd worn them before of course � out with Harry and Ron when Draco and Seamus had both been off on Unspeakable business. He slid slowly into the trousers, wondering if Bill would like them.

He fished around until he found a shirt he deemed suitable � black silk � and pulled it on, doing up the buttons as he checked the clock. Bill would be there soon and he had no plans to not be ready when his date arrived. Neville grinned to himself, a fission of joy shooting through him. He was going to be spending the night with Bill, not at some Ministry function, but on a real date. He could hardly wait. Just then there was a knock at the door and Neville's grin widened. Bill was early.

He made his way to the door and pulled it open, stepping back as he invited Bill inside. "Hi," he said quietly, voice almost gone from the picture Bill made. Bill was dressed all in black; leather trousers that left little to the imagination, black silk shirt that had the top three buttons undone giving him a glimpse of smooth flesh, hair loose and flowing around his shoulders. His hand itched to reach out and touch, but somehow he managed to control himself.

"Neville," Bill managed, shock and arousal warring within him as he took in the sight of Neville in leather. Neville was wearing leather. Skin tight, body hugging, touch tempting leather. Dear Merlin, how was he supposed to survive this night? "You look good," he added as he stepped inside Neville's flat. Good enough to throw on the floor and fuck raw his mind added, and he looked away from Neville before he gave in to the impulse to press him against the wall.

"So do you," Neville responded shyly. It was one thing to fantasize about the man when he was alone; it was another entirely when Bill was in front of him looking good enough to eat.

"You hungry?" Bill asked as Neville closed the door behind him.

"Not really," Neville responded as he turned to face Bill. He flushed as those blue eyes raked the length of his body, and ruthlessly suppressed the urge to moan. He was hungry� but only for Bill.

"Want to do the movie first and then get something to eat after?" Bill asked, thinking he'd rather stay right where he was and eat Neville.

Neville smiled and nodded. "So what are we going to see?" he asked as he grabbed his cloak and swirled it around his body.

Bill stepped into Neville's personal space and pulled the cloak off. "It's not cold enough in London for that," he murmured, eyes lifting to meet Neville's for a moment before he turned and hung the cloak back on the rack by the door. "And I thought we could decide when we got there," he said, turning to face Neville once more.

"All right," Neville agreed, pulse racing at the scent of Bill.

"Shall we?" Bill asked as he stepped closer and wrapped an arm around Neville, pulling him close.

Neville nodded, not trusting himself to speak when he was this close to Bill; close enough to feel him and smell him and dear Merlin how was he supposed to do this?

Bill leaned in � unable to resist � and pulled Neville closer. "Hold on," he said as he Apparated them to an alley outside the theatre.

As Bill pulled away, Neville smothered a sigh and said, "So what are you in the mood for?" He blushed when he realized how suggestive that sounded and turned away.

You. Bill bit his lip against the answer he wanted to give and said, "Up to you."

Neville nodded and they made their way into the theatre, talking about how their day had gone while they stood in line. Bill didn't notice what film Neville picked, too riveted on the sight of Neville's arse in those trousers and trying to figure out if he wore anything beneath them. They grabbed some popcorn and settled into their seats, and Bill was a bit surprised to notice that Neville had chosen the pirate movie. Dead Man's Chest or some such� he was really too focused on Neville to care.

While the film played, they devoured the popcorn, fingers meeting and parting in the container until there was nothing left. He watched as Neville absently sucked butter off his fingers � groin tightening painfully � and he knew he wouldn't be able to survive them going for dinner after.

As time went by, they shifted closer and closer to each other, fingers brushing as they reached for the drink they'd decided to share, shoulders touching, thighs pressing against each other with each movement they made, and as the credits rolled, Bill decided enough was enough. He'd been waiting and wanting Neville for so long now, he wasn't sure how much more of being close to the other man he could take, especially not now that he knew what Neville felt like in his arms, what his mouth and skin tasted like, what he sounded like when he moaned.

"Neville," he began as they stepped back into the alley, only to forget what he'd meant to say as Neville turned to face him.

"Yes?" Neville asked slightly breathlessly. He'd been hyperaware of Bill all through the movie, and all he really wanted was for the other man to touch him, kiss him, take him to bed and fuck him. He felt wild and wanton and he wanted Bill with an intensity he didn't know he was capable of. He'd wanted Bill for so long, and he was here, and wanted Neville, and Neville could almost feel himself shake with the need to have that mouth back on his.

Bill's eyes narrowed at the sound of Neville's voice and his cock twitched in his trousers. "Do you mind if we skip dinner and just went back to your place?" he asked, wincing at the way it sounded. "Only, I'm not sure I can wait through dinner. I've been waiting so long for you as it is," he clarified, not wanting Neville to think this was just about the sex.

Pleased, body hardening at the need in Bill's voice, Neville leaned forward and boldly brushed his lips across Bill's. "Okay," he agreed, moaning in pleasure as Bill pulled him closer and deepened the kiss, one hand threading through the hair at the nape of Neville's neck to hold him in place. This was what he'd wanted all evening; Bill's body against his, Bill's mouth claiming his own. He made a soft sound of pleasure in his throat and molded his body around Bill's.

Merlin, Bill thought, Neville's response only making him want more, want Neville naked and spread for him. He tore his mouth away from the other man's and Apparated them into the living room of Neville's flat, pushing him against the wall and taking his mouth once more.

Neville's breath left him in a little huff as his back hit the wall, and he groaned as he felt Bill's mouth on his once more. Desire spiraled through him � stronger than anything he'd ever known � and he wrapped his arms around Bill's neck and gave himself over to the other man.

So responsive. Neville was so damned responsive it drove Bill mad. Both hands slid down the length of Neville's back � pulling that yielding body closer to his � and stopped only once they had curved around the firm cheeks of the arse that had been tempting him all night long.

"You feel so good," Bill murmured against the skin of Neville's neck, finding the spot he'd marked before and teasing it with little flicks of his tongue.

Neville gasped, unable to respond as sensation wrapped around him. He belonged to Bill � body, heart, mind and soul � and the knowledge that it was Bill touching him, Bill making him feel this way dissolved everything inside him. He arched his neck to give Bill better access and cried out when he was bitten once more.

Bill growled as Neville turned his head, the gesture of submission making his cock leak in his trousers. He bit down on the spot he'd been laving with his tongue, relishing the cry Neville made as he did so. His skin prickled and itched; he wanted out of his clothes, wanted Neville in his mouth, on his tongue. His hands squeezed Neville's arse reflexively, and he pulled away, locking his eyes with Neville's.

"Take them off," he managed, eyes drifting from Neville's face down the length of his body. "I want to see you."

Swallowing, Neville lifted his feet to pull off his boots and socks, then slowly and carefully undid the zippers of his trousers. The trousers were so tight he'd opted not to wear underwear, and he wondered how Bill would react when he realized Neville had gone without pants.

Bill's breath hissed through his mouth as Neville lowered the zip and all he saw was flesh. No pants. His prick twitched anxiously, a hard pulse of fresh arousal surging through him as Neville's cock came into view.

"Beautiful," he murmured and he dropped to his knees and took over removing the leather from Neville's skin, drawing it slowly down the length of his legs and tapping Neville's feet to get him to lift them so he could pull the trousers completely off.

He tossed the material to the side � uncaring of where it landed � eyes locked on the pulsing flesh in front of him. Neville's arousal was framed by the ends of Neville's shirt, thick and red and smelling of musk. Bill couldn't bear the thought of taking the time to remove Neville's shirt in order to see what Neville tasted like, so he didn't, closing his mouth around the head and sucking softly.

Neville gasped, hands flying to Bill's shoulders to maintain his balance as Bill sucked him into his mouth. "Merlin," he breathed, eyes closing in pleasure as Bill took more and more of him before pulling up slowly, mouth sucking at him as he went. He cried out as Bill gave a particularly hard suck to the crown, and whimpered in disappointment when Bill pulled away.

"Turn around and spread your legs," Bill demanded, voice husky with need. His cock ached, but he was determined to reduce Neville to a mindless mass of need before he took him, and he wanted to taste more of him before then.

Neville's knees shook as he turned and pressed his face against the cool surface of the wall, spreading his legs and waiting for whatever Bill had in mind. He felt vulnerable, exposed in a way he hadn't before, but he wanted it all the same. His breath caught in his throat as he felt hands part the cheeks of his arse, and he struggled to breathe around the lump of desire lodged in his chest.

Bill spread Neville apart slowly, pursing his lips to blow a stream of cool air across the puckered opening, watching in satisfaction as the muscle twitched. He leaned closer and inhaled the scent of sweat, arousal and something pure Neville, then flicked his tongue across the spasming opening, smiling in satisfaction as he heard the choked sound of pleasure leave Neville's throat.

Neville moaned and thrust his hips back, wanting more sensation, more pleasure. No one had ever done this for him before, and he was surprised by how good it felt. He wanted desperately to touch himself, but he didn't really want to come that way, so he fisted his hands against the wall as Bill lapped at him like a contented cat with a bowl of cream, teasing the already sensitive nerves until Neville was ready to scream.

Bill stiffened his tongue and plunged it into the small opening, groaning as the muscle tightened instinctively around his tongue before relaxing slightly, and he pushed in a little further, reveling in the sharp taste. Over and over he pushed into Neville, slicking Neville's body as he relaxed the muscle. He slid one hand around to stroke Neville, moaning at the slick feel of his lover's arousal, his hand sliding lower to cup Neville's balls.

Small sounds of need escaped Neville's throat, hips thrusting back onto Bill's tongue and forward into Bill's hand. Lost in pleasure Neville had no idea he was begging, pleading with Bill to please just fuck him, let him come, babbling about how good it felt, how much he wanted it.

The words ripped through what was left of Bill's control, and he pulled away long enough to undo the fly of his trousers, pushing them down to his thigh and murmuring a spell for lubrication. He slid one slick finger into Neville's body, gasping at the heat and tightness of it before he impatiently added another finger, twisting and curling them in an effort to stretch Neville more.

Groaning, Neville pushed back, riding Bill's fingers, legs spreading even more as he desperately tried to get more, needing something bigger, something harder than fingers. "Please," he whined, eyes clenched tightly. "Please, Bill."

Bill bit at the back of Neville's neck, teeth bruising, then placed sucking kisses along all the skin he could reach, wishing he'd made Neville take the damned shirt off. He slid another finger into the tight sheath of Neville's body, stroking harder and faster, before his patience snapped and he pulled his fingers free, coating himself with what was left of the lube.

He lined himself up, the tip of him brushing teasingly across Neville's entrance once before he pushed just hard enough to seat the head of his cock in Neville's body. He spread Neville with one hand then, the other going to Neville's hip to hold him in place as he pushed in one slow, continuous movement into Neville's body. He molded himself to Neville then, whispering into the other man's ear.

"So hot, so tight. You're perfect, Neville."

Neville shuddered; the feel of Bill inside him, against him, the sound of his voice in his ear too much for Neville to handle at once. He tried to answer, tried to tell Bill how good he felt, but all that made it past his throat was a breathy moan as Bill rolled his hips and the muscles in Neville's arse clamped down in response.

Bill groaned, pulling back a bit and pushing forward, the clench of Neville around him making his eyes roll back in his head. He began to move then, faster and faster, each thrust deeper and harder than the one before.

Neville was in heaven; he was flying, he was dying. Nothing in his life had ever felt so good before and he knew he never wanted to lose this feeling ever. He felt Bill's hands sliding up from his hips up his sides, under his shirt and around his chest. He cried out in pleasure when they brushed over his nipples and fingers settled down to pluck and pinch the hard nubs.

Bill eagerly absorbed the sounds Neville made as he touched him, twisting Neville's nipples lightly, wishing he could suck them. He wanted to tell Neville how much he loved him, but decided to wait. It would mean more if it came after the loving, not during. He shifted his hips on his next thrust, searching for Neville's prostate, and groaned when Neville gave a throaty groan that let him know he'd found it. He kept to that angle, forcing himself to move slower, to change the tempo to keep them hanging at the edge of orgasm just that much longer.

When Neville went to move his hand from the wall to his groin, Bill grabbed it and pressed it back to the wall. "Keep them there," he growled. "You're going to come just like this, on my cock alone," he promised, pulling back and slamming into Neville harder than before, the head of him stroking roughly over Neville's sweet spot.

Over and over, hard and deep and slow; the strokes keep coming, driving Neville to the very edge of his sanity until finally he couldn't take any more. His body seized; every muscle tightening as he exploded untouched over himself and the wall.

Bill let out a rumbling moan as Neville came around him, the muscles in his arse massaging Bill's orgasm from him. His cock pulsed; once, twice, three times before he when limp over Neville, body shaking slightly with aftershock.

They stood there � both panting for breath and being held up by the wall � until Bill recovered enough to carefully pull free from Neville's body. He flushed a little at the sight of Neville's shirt sticking to his sweaty body, then grinned when he looked down at himself.

"I think we ruined our clothes," he said softly, a small laugh escaping him.

Neville turned his head, took in the sight of Bill's clothing � pants at his thighs, shirt rumpled and sweaty � and grinned. "Worth every thread," he murmured.

Bill hauled off his trousers and pulled off his shirt, baring himself to Neville for the first time. "Shower?" he asked, holding out his hand.

Neville nodded his agreement, fingers working at the buttons of the only remaining piece of clothing he wore before he dropped it on the ground. They could clean up later. He took Bill's hand and gave him a small, shy smile as he led him to the shower, testing the water before he stepped into the flow.

He turned to watch Bill do the same and marveled that Bill was really there, that it had really happened, and then remembered the promise he'd made to himself to let Bill know how he felt, what he was offering.

"Bill�" he began, trying to figure out how to word what he wanted to say.

"You'll never be shut of me now you know," Bill interrupted, a smile playing about his lips. "The only way you'll ever be rid of me is death," he continued, leaning forward to kiss Neville lightly once more.

Neville smiled, relief at those words making what he wanted to say easier. "I love you, Bill."

Bill gave him a rakish grin. "I know." He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Neville, moving them both slightly into the spray of water. "I love you too. I meant it you know. You're never getting rid of me."

Neville's smile widened. "Good, because I didn't plan to ever let you go."

Bill grinned, eyes taking in Neville's smile. His whole world had just gotten much brighter, and everything inside him relaxed in relief. He and Neville were finally where they belonged� together.

~Fin ~

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