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Playbills, Will, Like Porn: Chapter Four

PWLP: Chapter One
PWLP: Chapter Two
PWLP: Chapter Three
PWLP: Chapter Four


Sinking back onto the headboard, Bryan fished his boxers out of the sheets and slipped them on. His face stung from the slap he'd received and he rubbed his cheek, trying to get out some of the burn from it. Grinding his teeth, he debated with himself about whether or not he should leave. Well, should was a definite. Would, was the actual debate. His wife was home waiting. But what the hell, this was the second time he'd slept with Will, why not keep going with this. His marriage was something that was convenient at the time anyway- nothing all that important.

He eased back further, tucking an arm behind his head and listening to the sounds of Will rummaging around the apartment away from the bedroom. He wondered what Will was doing, out there, naked. It drew a smile to Bryan's lips that Will was comfortable enough to wander in just his skin. Will was a good looking man. Terri was an idiot for letting that get away, he thought. "Wonder if this means he'll start fighting back…" Bryan cocked his head to one side as he created images of the two of them together again.

A few minutes later Bryan saw something in the hallway. Will was walking towards him with a tray of breakfast food for two. Cocking an eyebrow, Bryan snickered. "How nice, dear, you serving me in bed."

"Yeah, uh, honey I'm very domestic," Will said shooting him a look of narrowed eyes and gritted teeth.

Bryan couldn't help but laugh loudly. "Mm, you'll make a good wife."

"Don't you already have one of those?" Will asked moving to sit on the bed and set the tray down.

"Yeah, I suppose I do," Bryan said offhandedly, shrugging. "You're not fully divorced yet." He looked over at him and gave a cocky grin, eyes bright. "And yet, here I am. In your bed."

Will's mouth hung open as he gaped at Bryan. There was no way that man should know that. He hadn't even known Will had been married to Terri, at least he hadn't till a few days ago. His open mouth was rewarded with a forkful of fruit from the tray. Bryan was smiling brightly as he fed him. Shutting his mouth and swallowing the spoonful of food he shook his head. "On the topic of you in my house, where did you get the rope?" Will demanded.

Bryan shrugged again, a body movement that was starting to irk Will. "Your garage." It was so off-handed and nonchalant that it took Will a minute to form a thought about it.

"You raided my garage for ropes?" he asked incredulously.

"Like I said, didn't have handcuffs on hand. Besides, explaining rope burn to your students is much more fun than just some lines that could be explained away by rubber bands from paper work," Bryan said chuckling and forking a bite of pancakes in his mouth.

Will glared again before picking up his own spoon and taking a few bites. "You're evil."

"You can't get enough of it," Bryan spat back quickly. "So, how do you think auditions went?"

"Don't wanna talk about it," Will said rolling onto his back and looking away from Bryan. What had happened really was eating away at his nerves.

Bryan almost pushed, opened his mouth to taunt and tease Will but miraculously shut it again, filled with fruit. "Thanks," Bryan said after a few long minutes of quiet. "For the food. It's good."

Will looked at him with a cocked eyebrow and smiled a little. "You're welcome."

"I've grown weary of your insults, Will. They sting. And they make me want to punch your face," Bryan growled. (1)

Will watched Bryan Ryan walk away from him, hounding the producer of the play about all of his conditions for taking the lead part. Glee was safe. That is what was important. Apparently his time with Bryan was over and that was fine. It was better that way, just walk it off now and leave all of that behind. Will had saved a man's life, in some way, and there were always more plays. It's not like Will had as big an ego to pet as Bryan did, at least involving the stage. Glee was his one true success and he'd continue to fight for that. Bryan would not have that.

Stuffing his hands into the dark blue jeans, Will headed back out to the parking lot and his car, wanting to get away from everything. Home wasn't what he wanted at the moment as it was still a mess from Bryan practically moving in with him for the past few nights. Driving sounded good. Just driving.

Bryan walked out of the theater building and to his car, smiling fading quickly. Why had Will given up his dream for a bunch of kids? They were one group, to be replaced with another group in a year or so, which would be replaced, which would be replaced. What real ties did Shuester have to them? Show-biz was Will's real dream last Bryan had known.

Climbing into the car, Bryan quickly found himself driving in the direction of Will's house. When he pulled into the driveway and didn't see Will's car he frowned and slumped back in his seat. Where the hell would Will be in the middle of the night? It was getting to be ten-o-clock and Will had left the theater a couple of hours ago.

On a whim, Bryan turned the engine back on and pulled out of the driveway. He was not sure he'd be right about this but he had to give it a try. He just needed to know why.

Pulling at the side door of the school building, nearest the Glee room, Bryan found it open. He smiled. He'd been right. Walking through the halls, lit up only by a light down the hall he heard a voice coming from that open door to the Glee room.

For so long
I have been attacked by your words (2)
And never holding back
Now you're scared
Of where I have been
I was never alone

Bryan moved quietly into the doorway and looked in. Will was in the room, microphone to his lips and singing. The gray sweater he'd been wearing was strewn across a chair near the piano.

And I won't ever let this go
This is the path, the life I chose
My life my insides on my back
I'll keep my legs as strong as I can

I've been misguided by you
I've been mistreated, too
If you think I'm gonna take it, no

Careful not to make a sound, Bryan took a little step in as Will moved around the room, eyes closed tight as the feeling of the song poured through him. He was not happy. Bryan's confusion was growing, not abating as he'd hoped it would.

Thought you had me
Tied up by a string
On the side
Something I've been wanting
Said you're leaving
But to my defense
I was never alone

Will was turning towards him. Please, keep your eyes closed. Bryan held his ground, trying to stay as far back from the door as he could and still see Will.

And I won't ever let this go
This is the path, the life I chose
My life my insides on my back
I'll keep my legs as strong as I can

Will opened his eyes and saw Bryan Ryan standing there, watching him. That arrogant, sadistic…Will kept singing, walking towards Bryan with a sensual fire marking each step. Bryan was obviously fighting getting the hell out of there as he rocked back like he was going to step away. Will shook his head slightly, holding him rooted to the spot.

I've been misguided by you
I've been mistreated, too
If you think I'm gonna take it, no

Crooking his finger, Will motioned for Bryan to get into the room fully. As if caught by some spell, Bryan moved in, shut the door behind him and stood there watching Will.

Say you want more
But it's all I got
I wanna make sure
That you know I won't stop
You thought you had me, baby
You thought you had me, baby

Will closed in on Bryan and grabbed the front of his shirt, the words of the song still pouring from his mouth. His fist was tight in the button up Bryan was wearing and held him very still. Bryan's face was taut and his body tense as he stared Will back in the eyes.

Say you want more
But it's all I got
I wanna make sure
That you know I won't stop
You thought you had me, baby
You never had me, baby

Will pushed Bryan back on the wall, pinning him with the fisted hand as he leaned into him. He thrust a knee between Bryan's legs and ground against the man's hips. Bryan cringed, gasped and grabbed at Will's very well sculpted arms.

I've been misguided by you
I've been mistreated, too
If you think I'm gonna take it, no

When the last words passed through Will's lips, he took in a deep breath and crushed his lips to Bryan's. His eyes were open, watching the man he held against the wall. Bryan's eyes were falling to half-mast, hands tightened around Will's arms in painful delight.

Will pulled back and pegged a hard look at Bryan. "Don't ask why, you're not going to understand."

Bryan cocked his head to the side and gaped at him for a moment. "How did-"

A shake of Will's head had him stop mid-sentence. "Your turn to sing for me, Bryan." Will smiled brightly and grabbed a hold of his shirt again, tugging Bryan towards him and walking backwards. Getting to the piano, Will spun them both around and shoved Bryan up onto the black surface.

Bryan tried to sit up on the concert piano only to be pushed backwards again. He lifted his head enough to watch Will climbing up over him with a primal look about him. Bryan's chest restricted from his sudden lack of breathing as he watched Will.

Straddling Bryan, Will forcefully worked off his belt and yanked the man's pants down. The boxers quickly followed. Moving up, he fisted Bryan, squeezing his hand up and down his hardened shaft. Will watched him grit his teeth and smiled down, a tight lipped grin.

Attempting to gain some control in this situation, Bryan reached down and grabbed the hem of Will's shirt, pulling it away from his pants. He was rewarded with a harder squeeze but didn't stop. Arching his hips into Will's hand made it harder to get at Shuester's zipper, but he managed.

Before Bryan could take over much more of the situation, Will pulled back and let himself loose from his pants. Their clothes ended up scattered over and the piano and them. Easing back down, Will grabbed Bryan's hips and dragged him up to Will's hips. He entered him in a long, slow stroke that yanked a gasp and moan from both of them. Bryan was grabbing at Will's arms, holding tightly and rocking their hips together. Will was grasping at Bryan's hips, staring down into his eyes as they had sex atop the piano. In the room he taught in every day. This was hotter to Will than it had a right to be.

Quickly their breaths were becoming hitched and labored as they clung and rocked together. They worked furiously together, the pent up anger and unresolved questions pouring out of them in another avenue of release. Both tumbled in the throes of ecstasy at the same moment, calling out each other's names.

Shuester couldn't look at the piano as he talked to the kids about their upcoming performance. His face was red and grew redder every time he accidently spied the piano. Too many memories of the night before flashed in his head. After the performance of Tina and her dance partner, Will heard something at the door. It was Bryan, holding up a piece of paper with marker all over it. Will lost his words. Lost his breath. And nearly lost his mind.

See you tonight, lover. *smiley face*

(1) Right from the episode, not my words. Just loved the quote so used it as a time-break. I blame my roommate for how this was done, FYI, love you roomie!

(2) Basbhat from The Audition

Yeah, I really wanna keep this one going but for now, final chapter. Yay! Hope y'all like it.