tempting_the_fates

Nyx was fairly certain Willy didn't want him, not really. Things had gotten so sour last time around, it was a miracle they were even speaking.

Reaching down, he covered Will's hand with his own as he chased his pleasure.

"Come for me, baby," Willy purred. "You know you want to..."

He rested his head on Nyx's back, hips thrusting in time with his hand that let Nyx guide him to the edge.

"Come, baby," he whispered.

Nyx couldn't hold back even if he'd wanted to, coming with a shudder and a low moan of pleasure.

Willy pressed kisses to his skin as he pulled him through it. It was only once Nyx was spent that Willy rose up, gripped his hips, and fucked him the way he'd been taunting. He kept a firm grip on Nyx's narrow hips and used him ruthlessly for his own pleasure.

He came with a savage snarl, sinking deep.

Nyx let out a soft whine, but it was obvious he was enjoying every moment as Willy fucked him and came.

"Fuck," he swore softly.

Willy let go and let Nyx drop to the bed. A moment later, he fell heavily beside him.

One hand laid heavily on Nyx's ass.

"Fuck," he agreed.

Nyx wiggled his way closer, curling up against the other man.

"You really want to make music with me again?" he asked, voice a bit rougher now, a bit tired.

As Nyx squirmed closer, Willy pulled him in.

"Yeah, I do," he said softly.

"I want to make music with you too," Nyx said softly, pressing a kiss to his chest.

Willy kissed his hair softly, then breathed him in.

"Sleep," he whispered.

He otdered Nyx because he wasn't sure he could keep his own eyes open much longer.

Nyx didn't need to be told twice, still holding onto Willy as he drifted off.

Willy drifted off, Nyx held close and secure. At some point in his sleep he let go, but he never got far and never lost contact.

The next day Nyx turned up after his table read, just as he'd promised. He was wearing an old faded t-shirt and a well-worn pair of jeans, his guitar strapped to his back.

"I'm not too late, am I?"

Most of the band had stopped to eat, paper sandwich wrappers all over a low table. Willy was fussing with his guitar, his sandwich untouched, ad smiled brightly when Nyx entered.

"Taking five," he said. "I told them you'd be here soon."

He rose and crossed to him, leaning in near his ear.

"The drummer is outside having a smoke. He might come in his pants if you look at him," he chuckled.

Nyx blushed, then laughed a bit.

"You're so full of it," he snorted. "I kind of thought it was just going to be the two of us, since we've not actually written anything yet."

"I've got your bit," he said. "It'll be familiar."

He grabbed for a spiral notebook with his flowing script lining the pages. The lyrics were, indeed, familiar. They'd written some of it together, long ago. Willy had filled it out, changed the tune a bit, but the part designated for Nyx was the man's own words.

"Let's go in the booth while the guys finish up and we can warm up?" he smiled, eyes bright with excitement.

Nyx looked surprised, but he nodded as he followed Willy.

"I can't believe you kept this," he admitted.

"Of course I kept it," he said as he sauntered into the booth. "It's a beautiful song. I've wanted to record it forever, but...not without you."

He leaned in close.

"Finding you, here and now, was fate. You can't tell me different," he purred.

"I don't believe in fate," Nyx said, shaking his head. "It sounds terribly romantic, fate- But if it's all planned out for us, does free will even matter? We're here because we wanted to be here, and fortune brought us back together, not fate."

"I'll cling to the romance, thanks," Willy grinned.

He picked up a guitar and settled in to play a few tunes to warm up.

"You're going to have to play a bit for me," Nyx said. "I don't remember it well," he admitted.

"I've played with the tune a little," he admitted before he began to play.

The lyrics were familiar and so was the tune, but Willy had made changes to make it more his own style. He sang it once to remind him.

"That's what I've got, but I want you on the track," he said. "You. So make changes."

Nyx nodded a little, pugging in his guitar and strumming a little. He played a bit, then started to sing, changing just a line or two here and there. He played through once, then gestured for Willy to join in so they might play together a bit. After a while they had something that sounded like a real song.

"I love it," Willy decided. "Let's get the band in here and lay it down."

His excitement was palpable. He didn't want to stop now.

Nyx nodded, even though he was sure he wasn't ready. It was all moving so fast, and he knew he was out of practice.

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