Author: boshrocks PM
Dylan and William are hiding things from each other. Will Dylan hide it well enough? light hearted DYLAN/WILLIAM fluff. Warning: here there be slash. eventually. feedback is desirable.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,438 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 33 - Follows: 18 - Updated: 03-06-11 - Published: 03-22-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5834970
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A week passed. The whole family noticed the new restraint with which William and Dylan treated each other. It was clear that a rift of some sort had formed.
But they weren't fighting which was what they would normally do. They just stopped talking to each other.
Occasionally one would catch the other looking at him but the look was turned away quickly with a little blush.
Dylan spent most of his evenings camped out in Phoebe and Christina's room so he wouldn't have to talk to William. The girls pestered him constantly but it was better than the awkward silence which no amount of music could cover.
Sunday night found Dylan unable to sleep. He couldn't get comfortable no matter how he tossed and turned.
He didn't think that William was asleep yet. There were no telltale snores for starters.
Dylan considered talking to him, here in the dark where William couldn't see him blushing. He struggled with himself for a while before deciding that he didn't have the nerve and sighing got up and left the room quietly.
William decided that enough was enough and got up to follow him.
Up in the lighthouse tower Dylan leant against the rail and gazed out to the inky black sea shimmering in the moonlight.
"We need to talk." It wasn't an order, or a demand, it was gentle and firm, and Dylan knew there was no escape.
"Yeah, I guess we do." Dylan didn't look up as William stood beside him.
Despite what they'd said both remained silent for a while.
"You know the girls are starting to give me hell about you." Dylan was surprised to discover that it wasn't him who said it.
"What have they been saying?"
"Well according to them, we're hiding something."
Dylan chuckled, despite the sudden increase in his heartbeat. "Oh yeah? Any idea what?"
"Apparently the pair of us are hiding our true feelings."
Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.
"Yeah. They're pretty sure about you but weren't so sure about me."
How many ways can I murder Phoebe and Christina without people noticing?
"Did you believe them?"
Wait, you moron, what are you doing? Oh crap.
"Not sure myself."
"Cryptic as always."
"You want to explain the picture under the poster?"
"I like the photo. Wanna explain the sketchbook?"
"Come on dude. Tell me."
William sighed dramatically. "Do I have to point out that you're wearing my t-shirt?"
"Resorting to blackmail now? That's not like you."
"Whatever it takes."
"You're really not going to let up are you?"
"Not a chance."
"I like it when I win. Explain please."
"Do I really have to? Wasn't it obvious?"
"Yeah. But I'm still gonna make you say it."
"Funny, I didn't know cruelty was a part of the military code."
"Technically the military dictates the ethical treatment of prisoners."
"Oh so I'm your prisoner now?"
Oh. My. God! You are such a flirt. Oh shut up.
They looked at each other before looking away and snorting with laughter.
"Are you flirting with me?"
Yes you fool!
"Good. It's about time."
Shyly Dylan smiled at him, not caring that the blush had made a comeback.
The kiss when it came was light, tentative, but determined. William's arms, snaking around the smaller boy's waist, held on as though to prevent him slipping away. They looked at each other and smiled before William bent down to capture his lips again, this time with more desire.
Further down the tower Phoebe and Christina high fived, grinning like madmen.