|In the Closet
Author: lwdgrl782 PM
A midquel explaining what happens when Wilbur shuts the light out after the "pop quiz.' WARNING: TimecestRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Lewis & Wilbur R. - Chapters: 8 - Words: 19,772 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 05-21-13 - Published: 01-25-13 - id: 8946284
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A/N: Hello, everyone! Before I get the story started, I'd like to say a few things: 1.) I do not own Meet the Robinsons. 2.) This story contains timecest (cest slash, time slash, whatever you want to call it.) Therefore, weird stuff will be happening between Wilbur and Lewis. If you are against the pairing, please don't flame with a meaningless post like, "Ewwwwww." If you have a well thought out flame that isn't just being written to say you are disgusted, but has thought put into it, write it, but explain your flame, please. However, don't say I'm disgusting, because I won't take that lightly. Flame the pairing and explain your flame, don't flame me. Timecest fans, enjoy. And I do have a multi-chapter story in development at the moment, so you'll see me around.
In the Closet
Wilbur Robinson had thought for most of his life that he was straight. He had liked girls, chased them, but never kissed one. He wanted to, but with the amount of money Cornelius made from his inventions, his parents thought private school fitting, and the girls in private school had way too many morals. Therefore, he had never kissed a girl, so he couldn't say if he liked it, but what straight male didn't? He had had a girlfriend earlier in the year, but she was just as cocky as he was, and two stuck up people can't be in the same room without arguing. He had never advanced further than holding her hand. That being said, his experience with the opposite sex hadn't gone well, but he had never considered himself gay.
He didn't consider being gay a bad thing, but attractive males are supposed to be woman chasers, and it was considered normal for a man to be straight. He was cool, confident, he didn't want to be considered strange. Then again, the thought never dawned on him that he was anything but straight…until Lewis. He knew it was wrong the moment he met him, but from that first encounter he felt something for him. It was almost like a magnet, a force of gravity, and yet, from the moment he saw him he knew Lewis was his father. He knew it would all be doomed before it started.
He didn't accept it right away. He tried to brush it off, and it worked for a bit, but Lewis was so blind to his own sex appeal and it drove Wilbur nuts. Wilbur wasn't attracted to his father, but Lewis made him see something he had never noticed before, a certain fire. He could let so many people go in life, but when someone makes you want your own father, you can't let them just live with it. You have to make them know. He watched him walk around for two hours unaware of his own grace. It was almost sickening that someone so beautiful could think of themselves as so worthless. Therefore, it was not just for the benefit of the time stream that Lewis's confidence be renewed, but for the benefit of Wilbur's sanity, if he had any left.
In the first twenty minutes Lewis was at the Robinson household, Wilbur had the nagging desire to show Lewis his room and see what would happen. He wanted to see if Lewis would get the hint. It was a solid plan, until he remembered that the boy in the garage was his father and anything he did with him Cornelius would have sudden memories of. He couldn't risk the awkward looks he would share with his father every night after that, and in that moment he wished he had thought before resting his eyes on Lewis. He didn't think; that was the problem. If he had, he wouldn't be in this situation, and he wouldn't be fighting back feelings for his father. That was just something he would have to live with now; feelings that would never be fulfilled or returned, and once he got the blueprints from Carl, he would never see Lewis again, but would have to live with Cornelius. Without knowing, a tear rolled down his cheek and fell on the back of the blueprints he had been given just seconds ago, but he had turned around and Carl did not see. How could you get over someone you would have to see every day for the next thirty or so years, unless he chose not to live on the Robinson Estate as an adult.
He went down the travel tubes in pure anguish, battling his conscience every inch of the way. He knew what was moral and good, but he also knew what he wanted. It was such a hard choice to make, although he knew what the right thing to do was. If he didn't go after Lewis though, he might end up regretting it for the rest of his life, and at thirteen that meant a long time to regret something. He could always use a memory eraser on Lewis, but that was kept upstairs and he didn't have the key to the room which housed all of Cornelius's inventions. Maybe if he got Lewis to do something, he would not be blamed because it wasn't his idea. Yes, that would work in his favor.
Wilbur reached the garage and triumphantly announced his return, but Lewis was gone. If discovered by the rest of the family, Lewis would be crowded by them, monitored while he fixed the time machine, and Wilbur wouldn't get a second alone with him. He couldn't let that happen, and thinking of just himself for a second, he realized that Lewis being discovered would mean he would be grounded for an awfully long time. He went up the travel tube again, not caring what room he landed in. He wanted to imagine that Lewis was in some isolated corner of the house, but such a place was rare and he was most likely with someone.
He imagined everything ending in the worse way possible. Lewis would be discovered, the family would help fix the time machine, Lewis would be taken home, and he would have to live in misery. The thought clawed at him viciously. It wasn't pleasant to think about at all, even though restraining from doing anything with Lewis meant he was still a relatively good person. It would mean he still had basic morals. In frenzy, he ran down the main hallway, hoping to bump into Lewis, and he did just that.
He was ready to scowl him for going outside of the garage, but when Lewis blurted out that he had met the family, he grabbed his arm and dragged him into a nearby closet. Turning the light on, he demanded a "pop quiz." He listened attentively as Lewis accounted the family members rather well, offering occasional insight. He watched his body language the whole time, which just kept getting more inviting, and Lewis didn't even know it. He was beginning to think he would never know. Ready to forfeit, he asked him "and nobody realized you were from the past?"
Lewis said no and he breathed a sigh of relief, which he did not expect because he felt so much pressure to do something. He felt his chance slipping away, and then, before he lost it, he grabbed the chain connected to the light bulb and grinned as he shut the light out. It was now or never, and he would rather take the chance than live his life knowing he didn't take the opportunity.
It was dark with the light out, and Lewis was considerably far away, but he could hear his breathing in the silence. It was a perfect silence, but it ended just as soon as it started. "Wilbur", Lewis said, almost in a whisper. "Turn the light on, I can't see a thing, and we have to get back to the time machine."
"Oh?" Wilbur said, raising an eyebrow in the dark. I thought you said you couldn't fix it." He licked his lips as he thought of how he would lure him in the trap he had thought up.
"Well", Lewis said hesitantly. "I want to see my mom, and we had a deal, so if you could turn the light on, I could see my way out." There was impatience in his voice, an annoyance that Wilbur recognized in Cornelius.
"Calm down", Wilbur added. "We'll get out, eventually", and a smug grin spread across his face as he moved a bit closer.
"Wilbur, I'd like to go. You're so obnoxiously stubborn."
"And you're a killjoy who needs to lighten up." Wilbur said this last sentence and ran through his plan one last time. The trap was almost set.
"I do?" Lewis said, genuinely surprised. "And how do I do that?" Wilbur moved ever more close and Lewis felt him breathing down his neck.
"Well", Wilbur started, "you can start by kissing me." There was silence for a second as Lewis took this in. Wilbur held his breath and moved a step back. He felt defeat creep across him. Then, Lewis spoke.
"K-k-k-kiss you? Wilbur, how?" Wilbur was waiting for just that. He went closer, so their lips were inches away and he could taste Lewis's warm, sweet breath.
"Like this", he said smugly, and he leaned it. He found Lewis's lips in the dark and pressed his own firmly against his. He wasn't sure if he was being kissed back, but he pulled away after a few seconds to give Lewis time to take it in. He would've loved to see his facial expression, because it would've helped him decipher Lewis's reaction and feelings, but he couldn't see, and he didn't want to turn the light on.
"Wilbur, what…? Why?" Lewis was clearly baffled and in shock, and Wilbur exhaled loudly before answering his incomplete question.
"Because, because I like you, Lewis, and I wanted to get that out. You're just so amazing, and you live in the past, and since the moment I saw you I wanted to do that. I can't fix that time machine and see you go back and know I didn't go after you. We can't have this, but…but for the next few minutes we could take advantage of the dark, before we have to forget." He finished his confession and waited to hear the other boy speak. It took a while, but Lewis answered enthusiastically.
"Wilbur, if I only have a few minutes, I want to, want to", and he forced his lips upon Wilbur's with a needy force. It was a feverish kiss, and it pushed Wilbur back and pushed him against clothes and their hangers, knocking some down, and eventually making Wilbur fall backward. Falling to the ground with a small thud and an "umph", Wilbur welcomed Lewis's new greed.
He wrapped his arms around Lewis's upper chest, and his legs spread apart and his left knee bent in tension. He opened his mouth instinctively and teased Lewis a little by playfully moving his tongue about his lips, asking for entrance. Lewis granted a small opening, but Wilbur placed his tongue in almost savagely and Lewis moaned as his mouth was forced open wider. Both of them were inexperienced, but Wilbur fought for dominance and pushed Lewis's tongue back. After all, he was older. He felt Lewis's hands travel down his body, and for a second he remembered that this was his father.
So many thoughts raced through his head, and he knew that what they were doing was wrong, but he liked it, and couldn't bring himself to stop, He took Lewis's shirt off for him and then let his strength push himself on top of him. He didn't know what he was doing anymore. He felt warmth against Lewis's bare chest, and the warmth drew him to want to speak. He made his lips part from Lewis's and tried to find his eyes in the dark.
"Lewis", he murmured in exhaustion.
"Mmhm?" Lewis mumbled in a soft reply. Wilbur put his head on Lewis's shoulder and let a tear roll down.
"I don't want to have to forget you." Lewis sat up and let Wilbur cry for a minute or two. Then he tried his hand at comforting.
"Wilbur, look at me", he said soothingly. He gently grabbed him and tried to imagine looking into his eyes. Before he could continue, Wilbur reached for the light, and the room was bright. He looked into his crying eyes and felt emotions flood into him. There was so much he just couldn't say. "Wilbur, if I had my way, I would live in this time period, but, it's not my fault I was born forty years too early. He took Wilbur's hand and let their fingers intertwine. "But…I won't forget you, ever. And I feel like you're the best thing that has ever happened to me." And he saw the tears flood Wilbur's eyes and come streaming down again. His head fell back on Lewis's shoulder and he shook a little with tears. If only he knew there was so much more to it than just the wrong time period. Lewis hushed him gently and sat there for a moment, until he heard footsteps outside. At that, they both got up. Lewis put his shirt on and turned the doorknob halfway.
"Lewis", Wilbur said softly. Lewis turned around and faced him.
"Yeah?" And Wilbur leaned in and kissed him passionately one more time, a sweet kiss that showed love and comfort, and when he pulled away he wasn't sad, but fulfilled and happy.
"Let's go fix the time machine.
A/N: OKAY, SO. I hope you liked it. If you didn't, I have to say I didn't watch the movie the first time and think, "incest!" I was converted into a timecest shipper. I'm not sick, I don't support this in real life. Okay, so, review. :D