Carter's Vanguard - 11. Chapter 11

Brody shook his head ever so slightly as he stood in the doorway looking disheveled. He walked into the living room, walking first around Andrew then back again shaking his head slowly.

Will stood up, still clutching Andrew's tee shirt; he opened his mouth to say something, offer an explanation that it really wasn't how it looked.

Brody held up a hand. "Nope," bidding Will back into silence.

He dramatically reached into his jacket pocket; drawing out his wallet he flipped it open, licked his finger and pulled out a bright blue new five which he tapped against his chin. He considered a moment before reaching out to a surprised Andrew and slipped it into the waistband of the green boxer shorts.

He turned and marched back towards the stairs still shaking his head as he made his way upstairs.

Andrew slowly pulled the five from his waistband and snapped it, his face still flushed from embarrassment as he flopped onto the couch beside Will. Andrew laid his head in Will's lap as Will smirked, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend, taking the five from him and holding it up.

"You know, I think we just found a way for you to make money from your natural exhibitionism."

Andrew snatched the five back, "You are so dead!"

"Well, I'm entertained," Will admitted, tracing his hands over Andrew's bare chest, feeling the silky-smooth texture of his skin beneath his fingers.

"Yeah, but you're easy," Andrew said with that amazing smile of his that brightened the whole world. He leaned forward and turned so that he was facing Will, "I love you."

"I know," Will replied with a shy smile, and his lips met Andrew's softly, just enjoying the pressure of those lips as they relented to let him in. At first the kiss was Will's as he slipped his tongue forward, enjoying the soft welcome he was given. But Andrew slowly came to life, returning the kiss; playfully at first but growing in intensity. This was the first time they had managed to be alone together since Andrew had come home.

Will moved off of the kiss, gently kissing his way to the nape of Andrew's neck, feeling the soft strands of Andrew's long bangs tickling his nose as Andrew leaned over him. Will sank back into the blue cushions of the couch as Andrew laid him back turning fully in his arms. Andrew pulled back, taking a deep breath as he smiled, pushing his hair back from his eyes and looking down at the young man beneath him.

"Hi there," Will said with an innocent smile.

Andrew reached down and removed Will's glasses exposing those warm hazel eyes that were always so filled with absolute trust. It was an unspoken trust, one that made Andrew pause in awe of it. That trust was his and his alone. That love was his and his alone. He felt so small beside that, and he brushed Will's cheek with the back of his hand as he just stared into those eyes for a while.

Will swallowed as he relaxed. Andrew always did that, stare down at him, and he often wondered what it was Andrew saw when he looked down at him like that. It was as if he could see straight into Will's soul, exposing everything to him. Will reached up and traced a finger down Andrew's chest, a light touch that caused Andrew to snap out of it. He exhaled in a sharp rush of air as Will's finger found the light dusting of hair that vanished beneath the dark green boxer shorts.

"You have me at a disadvantage, sir," Andrew said, faking a bad British accent.

Will smiled shyly, "I know."

Andrew chuckled, "Well, I can't be having that." He hooked the bottom of Will's shirt and pulled it up towards his head. Will grinned and arched his back to steal a kiss as Andrew swept his shirt up and off of his head before he tossed it onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor of the living room. He bent down to kiss Will's collarbone, moving down the smooth hairless chest towards Will's exposed nipples.

Will couldn't help but giggle. "Ticklish," he reminded, though Andrew knew that fact all too well.

Andrew glanced up, lifting himself to kiss Will again tenderly, "I missed you."

"I know," Will replied.

"I love you," Andrew said again.

"I know," Will replied by rote.

"You're such a goof." Andrew shook his head.

"I know." Will grinned, bouncing a little on the cushion; the motion touched their two tummies together and the electric thrill of the momentary touch brought their attention back to the moment.

Andrew returned his attention to kissing Will's chest as Will in turn ran his fingers through Andrew's hair. Andrew's mouth explored every inch of him, exciting him with the simplest and lightest of touches. He swallowed again as he shivered in pleasure at the touch. Andrew rose again, this time pressing his body against Will's and Will wrapped his arms around Andrew, running a hand down his back as they kissed again. They shifted again and they reversed their positions, Will finding himself on top of Andrew, sitting across his chest as he came up for air.

Will gasped lightly as Andrew's fingers brushed over his nipples again, sweeping down his sensitive sides. Will shivered again on the verge of writhing as Andrew drew lower still, running down over his thighs as he leaned up to kiss Will again, the hands roaming over the top of Will's chinos as they moved round, coming up to feel Will's excitement through the dark material. Both young men quivered at the same time, feeling so connected by the simplest of touches. And yet the material barrier between them frustrated both of the lovers.

Andrew moved the hand upwards roaming across his belly and chest, coming back down to press the belly button.

"Don't push the button," Will warned.

"But I want to push the button," Andrew replied, his grin getting broader, a hint of laughter to his voice. He pulled his finger back and poked the belly button as Will let out a fit of giggles.

"Stop it," he protested, half-heartedly batting Andrew's right hand away. The distraction worked, and Andrew's other hand swept in to nimbly snap the button of Will's chinos. Their earlier exploits had already pulled Will's zipper down, and so the two flaps of the trousers fell open revealing the gaudy boxer shorts in all their glory.

Will looked down in surprise, as his mouth fell open. "Hey!" he protested. "That's cheating."

Andrew shrugged as he kissed Will's exposed tummy gently. Their emotions and excitement once again rising, Andrew's hands roamed down again pulling down Will's trousers, and Will stood up to let the trousers fall free. Andrew, not willing to break contact, stood up with him, frantically kissing Will as they brought their bodies together. There was a need building within each of them to express the feelings both shared, and as they kissed both young men could share in each other's expression of that love.

Andrew pulled down on the technicolour underwear as Will lifted first one foot and then the other, stepping out of the shorts. Andrew came back up holding the underwear in his hands. "You know, there should be a law against these."

"You're the lawyer," Will replied, reaching to grab the boxer's back; but Andrew swept them behind his back, still grinning.

"I think that there should be a punishment for inflicting them on the world." Andrew had his usual twinkle in his eye indicating he was up to something.

Will grabbed for his boxers again, growing shy about the fact he was naked. Andrew chuckled and produced the underwear and still smiling, pulled them onto Will's head, the waistband becoming a headband as they flopped to one side like a bizarre hat.

Will craned his neck a little looking upwards at them as they fell forwards. "Now I just look silly..." Will suddenly gasped as Andrew's hand grasped him. They were kissing again a second later as Will pulled Andrew closer against him, his breath a little ragged as his heart beat faster. Andrew's hand was light and gentle, holding him and pulling him down onto the couch. Andrew pulled his face away again as he drew his hand up and down in long strokes, tightening his hand as Will straddled his chest again.

"You look amazing," Andrew said with full sincerity, bending forward and upwards to kiss his way up to Will's mouth, pulling Will down to him. The technicolour underwear flopped forward causing both the young men to break out giggling.

Will reached up and tugged the underwear off his head, letting them fall to the floor beside them. "Better?" he inquired.

His answer was when he suddenly felt Andrew roll and the two ended up on the floor on top of the pile of clothes, Andrew once again on top and squarely in control. There was a time for love and then there was a time for raw need. The fabric of Andrew's boxers was pleasantly rough against Will's smooth skin and there was no mistaking a hardness beneath the material as Andrew pushed himself against his lover. Those eyes were filled with an intensity that was for him alone and Will trembled as he arched his back a little.

"Andrew," Will murmured in such a quiet pleading tone.

Andrew leaned down again, pushing Will's knees up and apart, those blue eyes locked on Will's hazel ones. Andrew never closed his eyes in those moments; instead they seemed to drink in Will's love like a man desperate for water. They were both aroused, physically and emotionally and each could see it in the other's eyes. Andrew reached down to pull himself free of the green shorts. He looked to Will for one last confirmation of assent, which was given without hesitation and he pressed forward against Will.

Will's breath caught; he was still not used to it, he could count on one hand the number of times they had done that... He forced himself to relax, knowing what came next. When Andrew pushed in, Will gasped and fought against his urge to tense up at the intrusion.

Andrew knew Will, the times before burned into his memory giving him experience in knowing when to push and when to wait. He was never rough, only determined. He finally found himself buried inside his lover and gasped for air, realizing he had held his breath the entire way in.

Andrew remained still for a moment, his head bent forward and his eyes meeting Will's in that lock, refusing to break eye contact, refusing to let go of that connection that meant so much to him. They were one, mentally and physically, and Andrew could just get lost in that sensation. He had to remember where he was, and what he was doing. It was Will shifting a little to grab a pillow down from the couch that caused Andrew to shake himself back to the mission at hand.

Will positioned the pillow behind his head and sighed happily for a second as Andrew began to move. It was tender at first, and slow, as Andrew withdrew leaving Will with that instant sensation of loss, only to push it back flooding Will with a sense of oneness again. His entire body tensed, tingling unmistakably as it did whenever Andrew moved forward. Taking this as encouragement, Andrew moved again. Each pull back and subsequent thrust became more pronounced, more deliberate and every stroke caused Will to gasp in pleasure.

Will arched his back again, his head turning as he gritted his teeth. His body felt electric, an explosion of sensation that wouldn't stop detonating, wiping away thought. There was only them at that moment, each of them whole and complete; they were consumed by each other and the love they shared.

They were building towards climax, a burning intensity in each of them, Andrew pushing forward, still holding onto Will and timing the strokes to coincide. The pressure built within him, and in turn within Will, and threatened to release with a finality. When they came they both lost track of time.

* * *

Andrew was always fascinated by their differences. It was those things that separated them that ultimately brought them so closely together. Will was quiet, reserved, introverted. He possessed the kind of self-confidence that wasn't plainly apparent until Will started to talk about something he was passionate about.

The cultural differences between them always captivated Andrew. He only had to look down at Will naked in his arms to see signs of them. From the way he wore his hair right down to the fact he was uncircumcised--the latter being a source of much fascination to a good Canadian boy who had undergone a circumcision after birth so had never seen foreskin. Will was truly a beautiful man, so loving and full of life.

Andrew held him close to him remembering the first night they had spent together in the back seat of the Mustang keeping warm pressed up together. Andrew had noticed then how the slight upturn of Will's nose was so perfectly proportioned. How, when he breathed there was a slight wheeze of his breath rattling in his chest from a touch of asthma that Will refused to admit he had. How Will's skin felt so soft against his own that he couldn't control the urge to touch it. Even now his fingers lightly traced the contours of Will's body as he slept on the floor of the living room, the faint touches of dawn beginning to rise from the parking lot behind the house.

There was nothing he wouldn't do for Will, he realized at that moment. They'd been together for a year and a half, an eternity in their short lives so far. Each was the other's first, content in the knowledge that they were each other's only.

Andrew brushed a strand of hair out of Will's eyes. His Will, and despite what his mother said, Andrew knew he would always protect him. He grinned, leaning down to gently kiss Will's forehead, wrapping his arms around him as he reached up to pull the blanket that Brody always left draped over the back of the couch down to cover them both.

* * *

Jared blearily stared at the two on the floor as he scratched his black hair which was raising up above his head in a typical fantail of a man just recently awake. He shook his head as he stumbled towards where the coffee pot sat, trying not to wake them.

"Black, two sugars." Andrew propped himself up onto his elbow and looked over at him.

Jared turned back, "I'll make it, but I'm not bringing it to you until you put some pants on."

Andrew reached out to where his pants had fallen the night before and he slipped them on under the blanket. Will snored fitfully, pulling the blanket tighter around him as he rolled over. The boy could sleep anywhere.

Andrew got up and stretched, walking to the kitchen to lean on the counter. "Morning," he said cheerfully; the smile on his face left nothing to Jared's imagination.

"I'm glad I got the couch Scotchgarded," Brody observed, as he made his way downstairs to discover the sleeping Brit and the clothes laying about. He shook his head in a typically paternal manner as he walked through to join the other two in the kitchen.

Andrew felt awkward and pointed through to the living room, "Look, I'm sorry I..."

Brody snorted, "Just give me my five bucks back and we'll call it even."