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Title: Infinitely Blue
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Everett Hobbs (Original Character)
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Everett's face is Benedict Cumberbatch.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Will Graham or Lee Fallon, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


Will's eyes were so infinitely blue.

Everett had a hard time looking away from those eyes whenever their gazes met across the table. He wanted to stare into those blue depths all day, to drown in them, to let himself fall into those twin cerulean oceans and never come up for air again.

He hadn't been able to stop thinking of those gorgeous blue eyes for the past few days, and now that he was looking into them, he never wanted to look away again.

What was wrong with him? It was horribly unprofessional to feel this way; he couldn't let himself fall for a client, no matter how appealing they might happen to be. He couldn't lose sight of his goal, which was to get Will out of jail.

And, of course, he couldn't let any feelings he might have get in the way of his ultimate desire: To see Hannibal Lecter put behind bars forever.

But when Will fixed that infinitely blue gaze on him, he was helpless to think of anything else except how attractive the young man sitting across from him was. In spite of the unflattering orange jumpsuit and the chains on his wrists, Will was still the most appealing man he'd ever met.

He wanted to lean across the table and ....

No, he had to stop thinking about kissing Will, Everett scolded himself inwardly. This was going to get them nowhere. It wouldn't help achieve their objective. Thinking about kissing Will wasn't going to clear his name and get him out of here.

He cleared his throat, wondering if Will had noticed that he kept staring at his mouth and then into his eyes, unable to force himself to look away.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Will asked, his voice very soft. "I can't figure out what it is about me that you're apparently so fascinated by. You've got to have seen a lot of people in prison orange, so it's not like I'm making any great fashion statement."

Everett swallowed hard, debating how he should answer.

Should he tell Will the truth -- that he thought he was becoming infatuated with his client, imagining that the two fo them could have a future together?

Or should he merely make something up, and brush off the fact that he very well could be letting himself fall for the man who he was defending? It wouldn't do either of them any good for him to tell the truth, not as long as Will was behind bars.

But once he was out of prison -- and Everett had no doubt that he soon would be -- then their future could well come into full bloom.

That was what he wanted, Everett told himself. He wanted that future with Will, or at least the chance for one, no matter how cludy and uncertain it might look at the moment.

"I ...." His voice trailed off before he finally decided that the truth was the best thing to say, regardless of how it might make Will feel, and how it could change the dynamics of their lawyer/client relationship. "I enjoy looking at you, Will. You're a gorgeous man."

Will's blue eyes widened at those words, as though he was shocked by what Everett had just said, before he smiled and laughed softly, shaking his head.

"I'd look a lot better out of the regulation prison orange," he said softly.

"I think you'd look gorgeous no matter what you were wearing," Everett said softly, uncertain of just where the words came from. They were out before he could hold them back, but he felt no compunction to stop them from being said.

Maybe it was about time that Will knew how he was feeling. Maybe there was no reason to hold those emotions back; he should simply let them go.

If Will didn't feel the same, then that was something he would have to deal with. But if he did .... well, if he did, then there could be hope for some kind of future. Everett hoped that was the case, but really, it was far too soon to count on anything like that.

He had to concentrate on getting Will out of this hellhole first.

The look in those infinitely blue eyes made Everett swallow hard; if he wasn't mistaken, Will was just as interested in him as he was in Will. There was no mistaking that expression; Will's feelings for him were just as intense as his own.

Why hadn't he noticed that before? Or had Will been careful to hide it, thinking that such feelings would do neither of them any good in their current situation?

Well, he was wrong, Everett told himself. At the moment, they might not be able to do much of anything to assuage those feelings, but once Will was out of prison, he had no intention of holding back, or waiting to let Will know exactly how he felt.

He didn't doubt that those feelings would have grown even stronger by that time. They seemed to grow by leaps and bounds with each passing day.

Every time he saw Will, those feelings grew stronger, threatening to make him throw caution to the winds and do something that could get them both into trouble. He might be removed as Will's counsel if it were known that he was developing a personal connection with his client.

Neither of them could afford for that to happen.

"We have to wait," he said softly, focusing his gaze on Will's face and hoping that he couldn't possibly be overheard if he spoke in a bare whisper. "This isn't the time."

"I know." Will's voice was equally soft. "But when the right time comes, I think we'll both know where we stand. And what's more, we'll both know what we want." Those infinitely blue eyes locked with Everett's again, not looking away, their scrutiny intense.

Everett couldn't help himself. He reached out to take Will's hands, though he knew that they couldn't let themselves touch for more than few seconds.

For now, that brief physical contact would have to be enough.