Title: My Kind of Wonderful
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will LaMontagne/Henry Martin
Fandom: Criminal Minds/666 Park Avenue crossover.
Rating: PG-13
Table: 2, stories_a_z
Prompt: M
Author's Note: Continuation of Waiting in the Wings.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Will LaMontagne or Henry Martin, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Will settled onto the couch, turning to face Henry and handing the other man a bottle of water. "I figured we could have coffee later -- if you want to spend some time here," he said softly, turning the words into a question with a slight inflection of his voice.

Henry nodded, taking the water from him with a smile. "I could probably stay here all night -- but then we'd both be really tired in the morning, and I'm pretty sure you need your sleep just as much as I do," he said, the words making Will's heart skip a beat.

Was it his imagination, or did he read something more than mere friendliness -- and also more than interest -- in Henry's dark eyes? He could swear that Henry was just as affected by him as he was by Henry -- well, at least he hoped that was the case.

He wanted to throw caution to the winds, lean forward, and capture Henry's delectable lips in a kiss that took their breath away. He wanted to pull this man into his arms and kiss him senseless -- and then lead Henry off to his bedroom and make love to him all night long.

It would take all of his self-control to hold himself back from doing just that, Will told himself ruefully. He had never met anyone who affected him so strongly; this certainly wasn't what he'd envisioned doing on one of his nights off when he'd first moved here to New York.

But now that he was here and he'd met Henry, there was nowhere to go but forward. He just had to think of soemthing to say to this beautiful man, something that wouldn't sound completely idiotic, or give away the feelings that he was trying to keep hidden for the moment.

"How did you end up here in New York?" he asked, tilting his head to the side and taking a sip of water. "You just don't seem like the kind of guy who's all about living in the city," Will said, wondering where Henry was originally from and what had brought him here.

Henry shrugged, smiling a little and looking somewhat sheepish. "I'm from Indiana," he admitted with a soft laugh. "And you're right, I'm not all about living in the city. Sometimes I miss home. But I love the excitement here, and I don't really want to live anywhere else now."

"Indiana?" That didn't seem like the sort of place Henry would be from -- Will hadn't thought that he was from New York, but he hadn't expected an answer like that. "I'm from New Orleans myself. Not exactly as big as New York, but still a pretty good-sized city."

"It was a shock at first, being thrown from a small place to a huge city like New York," Henry admitted with a nod. "But I've gotten used to it. And I've got a good job. I love working for a law office. I did that at home, too -- but not on the scale that I do here."

"I can believe that." Will nodded, taking another sip from the bottle of water. "I can't say that I was a small-town cop before I moved here, but home is nothing like this. We have our share of crime in New Orleans, but New York is way different. Don't know if it's in a good or bad way yet."

Henry laughed again, shaking his head, his gaze on Will. "I think it's a good way," he said, raising his bottle in a kind of toast. "After all, we met each other in this city, didn't we? So that's got to be a good thing." He smiled before raising the bottle, his gaze not wavering from Will's face.

"It's a very good thing," Will managed to whisper, his hand tightening on the water bottle. He was having a very hard time not leaning forward to brush his lips across Henry's; he wanted more than anything to kiss the man sitting next to him, to find out how those lips felt under his own.

Desperately, he searched his mind for something to say, hoping that Henry wouldn't get bored and think that he was some kind of tongue-tied idiot. "I'm not usually like this," he finally said, his laugh self-deprecating. "I just .... I don't really know what to say."

"We're kind of beating around the bush, aren't we?" Henry asked, lifting his water bottle to his lips again. His eyes didn't leave Will's as he took a long drink, his tongue running across his bottom lip as he lowered the bottle, the gesture transfixing Will's gaze.

Will could do nothing but nod, unable to take his eyes off Henry. While he sat there, feeling as though he was frozen in place, Henry slowly leaned forward, his soft lips brushing against Will's, the warmth of that gentle kiss feeling as though it was seeping through his entire body.

His mind reeled, seemingly trying to move in ten different directions at once. He hadn't expected that; he hadn't thought that Henry would take matters into his own hands. He'd thought that he would be the one who'd have to make all the first moves.

Without realizing what he was doing, he reached for Henry, pulling the other man into his embrace. Henry's body seemed to melt against his, settling comfortably into his arms as though he had always belonged there. For all Will knew, maybe he had.

It was several long moments before either man spoke agian, Henry being the first to break the silence. "So, where do we go from here?" he asked, his voice very soft. "We've already admitted that we're attracted to each other. But I'm not sure how to take the next step."

"I'm not sure just what the next step is," Will admitted with a wry smile. "I've been involved with a few people before, but I've never been hit so hard in my whole life. You're not the kind of person I can just take to bed for some fun and games. I want a relationship with you, not just a fling."

"That's what I want, too," Henry said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know it might sound awful, because I just got out of a relationship wit Jane -- but I want to be with you. I've known that ever since I first looked at you. It's not just a physical attraction. There's something more."

Will's heart leapt at Henry's words; the other man was describing exactly how he felt. It was more than just a physical attraction between them; it was a meeting of two hearts and souls. He was sure of that, more than than he'd ever been of anything in his life.

Henry was the man he'd been searching for all of his life, the person he was sure that he was destined to be with. Henry was a wonderful person; he'd felt that ever since that first hello, that first smile. Had they only just met tonight, only a short while ago? It didn't seem possible.

Somehow, he felt as though he'd known Henry all of his life. He'd never been so comfortable with anyone, and even their physical proximity now seemed to bear that out. It felt right to be here holding Henry in his arms, more right than anything had ever felt before.

Henry felt wonderful in his arms -- and Will was sure that it would feel even better when they were naked in bed together. But that would come later, after they'd gotten to know each other. He wasn't going to rush things; they were perfect just as they were.

This man was his kind of wonderful. Everything about Henry was exactly what he wanted; he might feel a little impatient for what was surely to come in their future, but he could wait. Henry was worth waiting for, after all -- and waiting would only make their eventual coming together all the sweeter.

"You fit me like a glove," Henry told him, tilting his head back to look up at Will with a smile. "Even though we don't each other all that well yet, I know that we're meant to be. I can just feel it. Even more so than I did with Jane when I thought I'd be with her forever."

Will didn't want to talk about Henry's ex-girlfriend; he wanted to pretend, for the moment, that she didn't exist. She wasn't a part of their lives now, and he hoped that she wasn't going to be there in the future. She was Henry's past, and she needed to stay in the past.

So he dismissed her from his mind, instead choosing to focus on another part of what Henry had just said. "I fit you like a glove, hmmm?" he asked, his voice soft and husky. "We'll see if that's right once we go to bed together. But I'm betting we'll fit perfectly."

Was it his imagination, or was Henry blushing at his words? He didn't think he'd said anything wrong, but maybe it was a little too early to be talking -- or thinking -- about sex. As far as he was concerned, they had all the time in the world for that. There was no rush.

"You're my kind of wonderful," he whispered, bowing his head to brush a light kiss across Henry's cheek. "I've never met anybody like you before. You swept me off my feet from the first second I saw you, and I know that the two of us are going to make something special together."

With those words, he bowed his head again, this time capturing Henry's lips in a heady, lingering kiss that took both mens' breath away. For a few moments, they both ceased to think -- all either of them could do was feel the sensations that flowed between the two of them.

When they finally broke away from the kiss, Will had to concentrate to stop himself from moving his hands all over Henry's body, and taking more liberties than the other man might want to give him at this point. It was a hard-won battle, but he managed to keep his hands to himself.

There would come time when he didn't have to do that, he told himself as he gazed into Henry's eyes. He could see the desire in those dark depths; it might not have come to the surface yet, but he was sure that when it did, it would be far too powerful for either of them to resist.

It was too soon to ask Henry to stay for the night; Will knew that. But for the moment, it felt good to have him here, to hold the person he wanted to be with close to him and feel that they had a future together. This was his kind of wonderful, one that he hoped would be around for a long time.

Will closed his eyes and rested his cheek against Henry's hair, feeling that all was right with the world. He had no idea what might happen in their future, but he was looking forward to every second of it. He had the feeling that what lay in store for them would prove to be very interesting indeed.

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