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Title: Only Love Remains
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Lee Fallon
Fandom: Hannibal/The Big C
Rating: NC-17
Table: writers_choice
Prompt: #75, Shower
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 lifted his face to the shower spray and closed his eyes, acutely aware of Lee standing behind him. He gasped when Lee's arms moved around his waist and he was pulled back against the other man, a slight shiver going through his slim body.

"It's okay, Will," Lee whispered into his ear. "There's nothing to be scared of. I promise. I'm not going to hurt you."

"I know," Will answered, turning his head slightly to look at Lee. "I'm not scared."

And, amazingly, he wasn't. He was a little apprehensive about what was to come, because he knew that there would be some pain involved. But he trusted Lee to make that pain as brief as possible. And he wasn't afraid of what was happening between them now.

How could he be afraid? He was with the man he loved, the man he adored and wanted to spend all of his life with. He was giving himself to the person who owned his heart.

There was no reason to be afraid, no reason to feel any kind of fear or even apprehension. He trusted Lee in every way.This was just a new experience that he was being led into, one that he wanted to have, one that he welcomed with open arms.

He leaned back into Lee's arms, closing his eyes and giving himself up to whatever Lee wanted to do to him. Whatever it was, he would accept it.

He could feel Lee's erection against his bottom, hard and insistent. But it didn't frighten him; rather, it intoxicated him to know that Lee wanted him so much.

"You're so beautiful," Lee whispered, the words bringing a blush to Will's cheeks.

Beautiful? That wasn't a word he'd ever thought of to describe himself. He supposed he was a good-looking man; he'd never really thought about it. His looks just weren't something that he focused on; in fact, he had always tried to play them down.

He didn't want to be noticed. He didn't want anyone to think he was attractive, or to take an interest in him. Or at least he hadn't until he had met Lee.

He wanted Lee to want him. He wanted Lee to see him in a way that he'd never wanted another person to look at him before. Lee was opening up a whole new world to him, not only a world of sensuality and desire, but a mirror that reflected who he was.

Lee was making him love himself. Lee was making him see himself in a whole new light; for once, he could view himself as being desirable, secure in the knowledge that he was wanted.

Lee was already changing him in so many ways -- all of them for the better.

Lee's hands moved up his sides, then encircled him again. Will was trembling, waiting for whatever Lee was going to do to him; he needed that touch, needed to feel Lee's hands on his body, needed that warmth and desire to push him onwards.

And he needed that touch to steady him, to reassure him that he was loved and wanted and that he wasn't standing on the edge of a precipice that would suddenly crumble and let him fall.

Those gentle fingers were massaging his nipples, sending ripples of pleasure through his body. No one had ever touched him like this before; he had never realized that his nipples could be such conduits of pleasure. Will moaned softly, leaning back against Lee, his knees going weak.

"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" Lee whispered into his ear, his voice soft and loving. "You're going to feel so much more than that tonight, Will. I promise."

"It feels incredible," Will managed to gasp out. He wanted to squirm in Lee's arms, to turn around and touch the other man, but something kept him from doing so.

He wanted to let Lee do what he would, to touch him all over.

Those hands moved down again, down from his chest to his stomach, Lee's fingertips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. WIll's breath hitched in his throat as he realized just where those soft, gentle fingers were going; where they would touch him next.

He drew in his breath in a sharp gasp when Lee's fingers touched the curls of his pubic hair, then cried out softly as they wrapped around his half-hardened cock.

Nothing had ever felt this good. Just having Lee's hand on him, clasping him, was almost enough to make him lose control and come right then and there. But he didn't; somehow, he managed to keep himself from letting go, though he didn't know how he managed it.

"You feel so good," Lee murmured into his ear. "I love touching you, Will. I love how you feel under my hands. It's like touching velvet. Your skin is so soft."

"Your hands are soft, too," Will countered, feeling that he had to say something, though words seemed to get confused in his head when all he could do was feel.

Lee seemed to understand his confusion; his smile was soft and gentle.

"Don't talk, Will," he said softly, bowing his head to whisper into Will's ear, the words sending a shiver down his spine. "Just let yourself feel. Just enjoy everything that you feel. And if you want me to stop, just tell me, and I will."

Will shook his head, wanting to cry out to Lee that he never wanted this to stop. "Don't stop. Never stop," he managed to say before he moaned again, more loudly this time.

Lee's hand was moving slowly up and down the length of his shaft; Will could feel himself growing harder by the moment. He knew that if Lee kept this up, he would come within seconds and embarrass himself, but he couldn't ask his lover to slow down.

He didn't want Lee to slow down. He wanted this delicious touching to keep on and on, to make him come again and again until his body was limp in Lee's arms. He wanted this to go on for eternity, to never have to come back down to earth.

It would end at some point, but he hoped that wouldn't come too soon.

His body was already straining towards completion, his attention focused entirely on the orgasm that was building up so quickly inside him. It was unfolding, uncoiling, already starting to race through his veins with the ferocity of wildfire.

One stroke of Lee's hand from the base to the tip, then another, the movement agonizingly slow. Will caught his breath, his hips jerking forward -- and just as Lee's hand began to move from the base back to the tip, he couldn't hold back any longer.

His orgasm came over him without warning, making him gasp and then cry out Lee's name before his body went limp in the other man's arms.

Lee supported Will as he leaned back, his breath coming in harsh pants, his body trembling in Lee's arms. Lee's hand was still on his cock, his thumb gently stroking over the tip of Will's cock, his breath warm against Will's neck.

"Did that feel good, sweetheart?" he whispered, nuzzling his cheek against Will's. "And that's just the start. I'm going to make you feel so much better that that tonight."

"Promise?" Will whispered, turning his head to smile tiredly at Lee.

"Oh, I promise," Lee said softly, his lips brushing against Will's chin, then pressing a gentle kiss against the corner of his mouth. "This is just the beginning, Will. There's so much more for us to discover together. So much that I want to show you."

"There's so much I want to learn from you. With you," Will murmured, unable to make any more words come to his lips. He already felt boneless, languorous, as though he didn't want to move.

But they couldn't stay here in the shower all night, and he knew it. It was time for them to move into the bedroom, to take this to the next level.

Will could feel his body tightening in anticipation at the thought. He and Lee were going to make love. He was going to lose his virginity. He would have no qualms about that, no second thoughts. He wasn't even afraid any more.

This was going to be wonderful. He knew it. He could sense it. This would be the best night of his life. And Lee as right; it was only beginning. There was so much more to come.

And he looked forward to every moment of it.

Lee reluctantly loosened his hold on Will, leaning forward to turn off the water. As Will pulled back the shower curtain to step out onto the fluffy bath mat, he realized that his hands were no longer trembling. He felt energized, alert, ready for all that was to come.

He couldn't wait for the rest of this night to take place. It was going to be the most memorable night of his life, the most beautiful time he could possibly imagine.

He turned to hold out his arms to Lee as his lover stepped out of the shower, a smile on his face. And as their lips met, all fear was banished, until only love and desire remained.