Willy

[tempting_the_fates]

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Nyx looked unsure, then nodded, climbing off his lap and following after him.

This was a shit idea. He was sick, he shouldn't be putting poison in his body as well. ...But nothing sounded more tempting than this. He didn't want to think or feel. He wanted to switch off.

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[tempting_the_fates]

"I don't think we have either," Nyx admitted. Honestly, he couldn't remember the last time he even ordered groceries. "I think there's some candy left over from a christmas party somewhere..."

[willysilver]

"Oh contrair, moan frair," he chuckled, letting the twang ring through the bad French.

"Come on," he said. "You found a full service plug, little bird."

He moved a cloth that was hiding a small fridge where he pulled out a pint of cream, putting it on top of the makeshift countertop with liquor bottles on it. Willy had always made due with what he had. He'd lived in trailers smaller than his whole bedroom. He knew how to make the most of his space- no matter how much he hd.

[tempting_the_fates]

"You're insane," Nyx laughed, leaning back against the headboard and watching him work.

He wondered if Willy would still want to spend time with him when he was bed-bound and half bald.

[willysilver]

"You knew that," Willy replied, moving a couple drinks and bringing one to Nyx.

"Bottoms up. Swallow it all so the nod hits," he smirked. "You won't feel a thing. I promise."

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx took the drink, not thinking anything of Willy's words or phrasing as he knocked it back.

It hit almost right away though, his whole body a bit heavy as he put the glass down.

"I don't want to die, Will," he said quietly.

[willysilver]

"No one does, dove," Willy said, moving to bring Nyc into his arms.

[tempting_the_fates]

"I have music to make, a career to follow..." Nyx babbled as he settled against him. "I'm not done."

[willysilver]

"You're on fire," he agreed, guiding him to the bed to sit...before he fell.

Willy kneeled on the floor to take off Nyx's shoes.

"You've got so much to do," he added as they came off.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx could feel himself getting worked up, struggling to keep it all pushed down and under control.

"I don't want to die alone in some hospital bed, Will. Promise me I won't."

[willysilver]

"That will never happen," he promised.

"And it's definitely not gonna happen tonight. Lay back and let them work," he told him.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx lay back slightly, the world around him going a bit softer. It was lovely, the way he seemed to just stop caring bit by bit.

True bliss.

[willysilver]

As Nyx relaxed, Willy slowly undressed him with tender hands.

"It's better, right?" he said softly.

[tempting_the_fates]

"It's better," Nyx said softly, nodding a little. "This is better."

[willysilver]

Willy didn't stop until Nyx was in his pants, every muscle soft and warm as the drugs coursed through him.

"I could sing you to sleep," he offered as he finally laid down next to Nyx.

[tempting_the_fates]

"You could kiss me," Nyx said softly, curling up against him. "Touch me, sing to me..."

[willysilver]

Willy gathered him close and kissed his hair.

"I can do that," he said quietly.

He kept everything slow and soft as Willy kissed him and petted him and sang him a sweet folk tune about a girl and a boy meeting at the well. It was long, more verses than most people could remember. SOme verses he'd made up himself. A silly little song to lull Nyx into peace.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx fell asleep not long after Will started singing, curled up againt the other man and out cold.

[willysilver]

He snuggled and sang until it was clear Nyx's wish was granted. He was out, the drugs obliterating the fear and worry of the diagnosis.

He got up, leaving Nyx to sleep it off in Willy's bed. He went to the kitchen to get food, tossed in laundry, watched telly. He knew Nyx would be out for a while.

He watched Nyx's screen come to life with a call. Hex. The ringing stopped, and shortly a voicemail chimed. Then a text.

Willy knew Nyx wouldn't be able to keep it secret. It was going to be tabloid fodder.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx slept hard, but when he woke up the dread was back, creeping up on him, the feeling settling in his gut.

Dragging himself out of bed, he didn't even pull on a robe as he went shuffling off to find Willy.

"Hey," he said quietly. "I, um... I don't suppose you have something else I could take?"

[willysilver]

"Up or down?" he asked from where he was chilling on the sofa, a roach in the ashtray and three empty beer bottles on the table.

He muted the tv.

"I've got whatever you need," he grinned at him.

[tempting_the_fates]

"Down," Nyx said, wandering closer. "I want to sleep more. Just a little longer."

[willysilver]

"What do I get for it?" he asked, beckoning Nyx closer.

"Plugs get paid, y'know," he purred. "Only your first nap is free."

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx looked surprised, wetting his lips and moving closer.

"How much do you want? I have money," he said, assuming Will was looking to get paid. "Name your price."

He didn't want to think or feel- Being numb was worth it.

[willysilver]

Willy settled back into the sofa and popped open his fly, then dragged down the zip.

"I don't want your money. Don't be stupid," he snorted, offering Nyx a devilishly charming grin.

[tempting_the_fates]

Nyx watched him, and though he'd done this a million times, this time it made him a bit queasy. He knew he could just walk away, but then he'd be alone with his thoughts, and right now he couldn't imagine anything worse.

So instead he carefully dropped to his knees between Will's thighs, sliding his hands up his legs and then moving to free his cock.