Wil gazed up at the large building that was Global Studios. No turning back now. Taking a deep breath, he slipped in through the side door, just like he had a million times before. Only this time it was different. This time there was no taping, and he felt decidedly weird about that fact.
As he wandered through the maze of corridors, Wil's thoughts drifted back to the very bizarre phone conversation that had got him here.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Wil?"
"Yeah, speaking."
"It's Paul mate - look, I need you to come down to the studios."
"What, right now?"
"Please? I need to talk to you, and I'd rather do it face to face." Wil hesitated.
"I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Thanks mate."
Wil shook his head. That had been nearly half an hour ago. Now here he was, weaving his way through the thousands of corridors that dwelled in the studios. What did Paul so desperately want to tell him that couldn't wait until next week? Hell, he had even seen him the night before!
Wil frowned, remembering Paul's strange behavior at the taping last night. It was almost like he had found out about Wil's crush on him! The thought made him uncomfortable. What if he had? What if that was why he wanted to talk to him - to let him down gently?
Wil stopped. Looking up, he saw that he had arrived at Paul's dressing room. His hand reached out to knock on the door, but he hesitated. Wrestling with his indecision, Wil finally steeled himself and knocked loudly.
At first there was no answer, and Wil began to fear that he had misheard the conversation, when he heard the sound of the door being unlocked. Slowly it swung open to reveal Paul, wearing jeans and a fairly tight t-shirt.
A small smile lit his face when he saw Wil, and he stepped aside to let him in. Wil entered the room, nervously wringing his hands and trying to ignore how nice Paul smelt as he walked past him, and Paul shut the door behind them.
"Sorry to drag you all the way to the studios, but there's street construction being done outside my place. Can't hear yourself think," Paul's voice was soft and even, and Wil found it hard to concentrate on the words.
"Um�sure," he said a little uncertainly. "But why did you need to speak to me so urgently?"
Paul shifted uncomfortably. He gestured for Wil to sit down, sitting down beside him, and keeping his eyes lowered to the ground.
"Wil, there's something I have to tell you," he began, studying his shoes. "I've been putting it off for a while now because I really don't want it to effect our friendship, but I can't hold it in any longer." Taking a deep breath, he lifted his eyes and gazed deeply into Wil's own.
"I love you."
Wil blinked, not sure if he'd heard correctly. Did Paul just say�he loved him? Was it possible that Paul returned Wil's own feelings? It must be - he had just declared it, obviously without knowing Wil's own love for him!
Wil thought his heart with burst with joy.
"Oh god Paul, you don't know how long I've dreamed of this moment," he whispered, and before Paul had a time to react Wil's mouth was on Paul's, nearly crushing him in his desire.
Paul reacted with surprise at first - but only at first. He finally realised that perhaps he shouldn't have kept his feelings hidden for so long.
Tongues entwined, Paul undid the buttons on Wil's shirt, slowly caressing his chest as the item of clothing fell to the floor. Wil groaned quietly, his hands working away at Paul's fly. It was Paul's turn to groan as Wil's hand slipped into his pants, cradling him in his hand.
An evil grin lit Wil's face and, after one more gentle caress he let go, using both his hands to pull Paul's shirt over his head to join his on the floor. Paul pouted in protest, but the expression was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a cheeky grin as he pounced on Wil.
Unfortunately, Wil couldn't hold his balance, and they both fell the floor with a loud thud.
"Oops," Paul giggled, before quickly rolling over onto Wil.
Wil gazed up into Paul's eyes, studying his features silently as though for the first time. He could barely believe this was happening. Ever so gently, he reached out and stroked Paul's face, then ran his fingers through his soft silky hair, bringing Paul in for another tender kiss.
Paul returned the kiss, equally as loving, then slowly began to make his way down Wil's chest, kissing and caressing. Nimbly his hands worked on Wil's fly, zipping it open and pulling down his pants before his mouth reached Wil's throbbing member.
Licking and stroking, he teased Wil mercilessly until he begged for release. Taking him fully in his mouth, Paul began to suck, twirling his tongue around the throbbing shaft. Wil groaned, but just as he was about to come, Paul stopped and made his way back up to Wil's mouth.
Wil's control snapped, and he rolled over on top of Paul, pulling his already undone jeans down and off. Returning to Paul's mouth he kissed him heatedly, grinding their hips and cocks together, before reaching down and stroking Paul's arousal gently, then more forcefully.
Paul moaned softly, his own hands running up and down Wil's back, pulling him in closer than ever.
"I need you in me," he whispered desperately, and Wil thought his mind was going to fizzle from over-desire.
Before he could ask the question, Paul beckoned to the drawer of his dresser nearby. Giving Paul a quick kiss, Wil stretched out and opened the drawer, pulling out the tube of lubricant inside after much fumbling.
Squeezing some of the cool gel onto his fingers, he returned his mouth to Paul's, and ever so gently slipped his index finger inside his love.
Paul gasped at the initial contact, then groaned as Wil began to move his fingers slowly, then with growing confidence. A second, then a third finger followed and Paul thought he'd burst as Wil brushed against his prostate again and again.
Hearing Paul's moans nearly shattered what control Wil had left, and he rolled Paul over until he was on his side. Removing his fingers, he quickly replaced them with his own throbbing member, easing into Paul with tantalizing slowness. Wil paused for a moment, not trusting himself to move without exploding. The feeling of Paul surrounding him was almost more then he could bear, but he tried to pull a tight reign on his emotions.
He'd almost gotten himself under control too, before Paul thrusted back insistently on him. Wil snapped. Grabbing hold of Paul's hips, he pulled himself out until only the tip of his head remained inside, then buried himself totally with a single thrust. Paul cried out, throwing his head back against Wil's shoulder. Wil kissed Paul's neck as he began to build the past, in and out, faster and faster until they both thought they were going to combust from sheer pleasure.
Wil wasn't even sure who came first, he was such a state of bliss, but he slowly became aware of his surroundings, and of himself collapsed over Paul. Both of them were breathing heavily. Gently, almost reluctantly, he slipped out of his lover, and pulled Paul's semi-limp body to lean against his chest as he in turn leant against the couch.
"Well," Paul panted a little breathlessly as he closed his eyes and snuggled into Wil's embrace. "That wasn't quite what I had in mind when I called, but I guess it'll do." He felt Wil's smile against his hair, before they both drifted off into a contented slumber.