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Playbills, Will, Like Porn: Chapter Two

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

The next morning, Will rolled over and met a warm, sprawled and naked body in bed with him. Bryan was warm, sheets tucked around his bare hips and Will couldn't help but stare for a moment. He'd never expected this day to end up like it had. Feigning sleep he tucked an arm around Bryan and curled into him, soaking up his warmth and hoping he'd stay asleep a while longer. Having not woken him up by moving gave Will a little hope.

Bryan was laying there awake, eyes closed and breathing steady, just listening to the noises around him in Will's room. He'd not figured to being here. He thought maybe he'd end up in Sue's room but not Will's. The feeling of a warm body wrapping around him had Bryan's eyes snapping open but he managed to stay still. Now this was much more than he'd expected. He should be running right now, no he should have been gone. Staying the night had been an awful idea. Pursing his lips, he debated wrapping an arm around Will and cuddling back or just laying there. Bryan continued to just lie there, staring at the ceiling thinking about all of the events that had transpired.

The alarm clock went off in a shrill tone of beeps and both men jumped out of their skins, rocking the bed and getting tangled in one another and sheets. Will climbed over Bryan, getting stuck atop him by binding sheets, reaching for the alarm to shut it off. "Damn it," he growled and ended up knocking the clock to the floor. The beeping stopped.

So did the two men's movement.

Bryan stared up at Will. Will stared down at Bryan. "Uh, mornin'," Will tried with a weak smile.

Bryan rolled his eyes and skillfully detached them, sheets ending up hanging off of the end of the bed. "Guess you got work, wouldn't want to be late," he said picking up his boxers from the floor and stepping into them.

Will watched, confusion drawn in lines on his face. "Yeah and where are you headed off to?"

"Not sure," Bryan said with a shrug of his shoulders. "My wife might like to know where I was all night." He looked at the watch that was still on his wrist. Looking around the room he found his shirt hanging on the back of a desk chair. Swooping that up he figured his pants must be out in the hall. He didn't remember them making it to the bedroom. Shoes and socks near the front door more than likely. "See you at try-outs," Bryan said with a grin and walked out, shutting the door behind him.

Will stared at the door, jaw agape. Bryan never changed. Will had just become another notch on that God's bedpost. "Sadistic, unfeeling God," he muttered, getting up and gathering his things for work. He was not going to be in a good mood today. But then, his mind kept flashing back to thoughts of all they'd done that night and he couldn't help but have a crooked, dirty smile on his face. "Damn him."