(So, cue Bryan and Will hugging in the bar after the simultaneous decision to try out for Les Mis. One shot, major lemons- proceed with caution.)
Bryan pressed so close to Will in a hug that had the Glee instructor feeling warm inside. He'd looked up to Bryan Ryan since high school. He'd sat in the group of girls watching him perform on stage. Will had had that same light in his eyes when Bryan opened his mouth to sing and he'd devoted a lot of time looking up to the man. Terri may have been the one that got away from Bryan but Bryan was the one that had gotten away from Will.
They pulled back about the same time, no awkward tugging and uncomfortable stumbling. "Good," Will said with a half smile and led Ryan back to the bar for a few more drinks. "So, did you come back to be on the school board here just to torture me, Bryan?" he asked before tipping his beer bottle back.
Bryan cocked an eyebrow as he looked over at Will. "Torture you? No, actually I'm back here because Wilma has family around here." He turned his eyes down to the table and bit his bottom lip. "It's easier to get away from her now and into," he twitched slightly, blinking hard. "Uh, into watching plays around town since her parents don't like me much."
"Mm," Will mused and spun his beer bottle around on the top of the counter, empty. "You really have become a Closet Glee, haven't you?" he asked as a smile twitched his lips again. Will didn't look over at the man from his past. He didn't want to explain the longing in his eyes and despair at the mention of Bryan's wife. "How about we get you a couple more drinks and pull you back out," he suggested waving the bar-keep down to them.
Bryan glanced over at Will, ordering more drinks. Soon the counter before them held a few more rounds of beers and a couple shots. A look of puzzlement came over him about halfway through downing the bottles as a thought floated across his mind. Will looked really good singing along from time to time with the songs that came out of the jukebox.
Wilma was a cover up. Their marriage wasn't perfect. Bryan really did live this false life, always craving what was in the basement. Or in this case, craving what was sitting next to him in a black vest. Bryan wasn't sure where all of this was coming from as he'd been quite the stuck up jerk-off to the man since high school.
Drinks finished, Bryan looked at his watch. 12:47. He ground his teeth and looked at Will who was standing and fishing his wallet out of his pocket. "Here," Bryan said standing and getting his out quicker. "Let me take care of it."
"No, I'll pay for mine. It's fine," Will tried to argue but Bryan reached out a hand and covered Will's, pushing it away.
Bryan offered a smile, a glint of evil shinning in his eyes. "How much can a school teacher really make? Save it, I've got it." He stood a moment too long staring into Will's eyes then hastily turned away to pay the bartender. Turning back around he found Will much closer than he'd expected. "Headed home?" he choked out slightly, surprise catching his voice.
"Uh, yeah I guess so. I have to be up for work tomorrow," Will said shrugging his shoulders a little, hands tucked into the khaki's he was wearing. "You?"
Bryan shook his head. "Not really sure yet. I'm not ready to go home."
Will couldn't hide the smile that was growing across his face. "You could come back with me. I have- uh, room." He thought of the smaller apartment with one bedroom. One bed. "If you want."
The response was quicker than Will thought it was going to be. "Sure, sounds good." Bryan wasn't sure why he jumped on it. He was really planning on jumping Will's bones as soon as they got inside but that might be a bad idea. There was no evidence to say that Will was interested in men. Of course, Bryan was married…go figure.
Will was a quick driver, of course knowing the town he'd lived in his whole life really helped. They pulled up to Will's house and were inside fairly quickly despite the obstacle of the haze of alcohol. Perhaps they shouldn't have driven home?
Will lead them inside, shutting the door and walking further into the apartment. It was dark and he groped for the light switch on the wall. He was having a hard time at it and Bryan decided to just go for it. Obviously the alcohol was impeding his reasoning. Grabbing Will by the front of his shirt he hauled him away from the wall and pulled him to his lips. The kiss was crushing, passion siphoned into one long moment of long awaited lust.
Feeling Will's arms wrap around him had Bryan's heart skipping a beat. Fuck the past, fuck living this lie, and fuck Wilma. This felt right- singing again and kissing Will for the first time. His hands were twisted into the other man's shirt, holding him in place so he could map out every inch of the other's lips.
Bryan's lips were softer than Will would have thought. After all of the harsh things he'd heard come out of them, often Will being on the wrong end of it, he imagined that Bryan's kiss would be hard and distant. This man grabbing at him was full of sensual energy and pulled on Will like a magnet.
When Bryan finally let go of Will they were both panting slightly through glistening and kiss-swollen lips. "Uh, bedroom's back there," he murmured trying to push Bryan that way. There was no way he was going to take that and only that. Will wanted Bryan and heaven be damned he would have him.
"I don't really take direction," he grinned as he pushed Will up against the apartment wall behind him. Bryan didn't even bother taking off the leather jacket he was wearing, just sank to black jeaned knees and started pulling at Will's belt.
"Uuh, Bryan," Will gasped as he was flattened against the wall. His hands perched on the wall, helping to keep hold him up.
Bryan obviously wasn't paying much attention to Will's poor attempt at protest. He'd worked the belt off, button open and zipper down. "Shut up Will," he muttered leaning in to kiss Will's stomach just above his pant line. "And just enjoy this." Bryan's hands moved the other's shirt up to expose the skin of his abs. Moving one hand to wrap around his hips, the other went to Will's boxer front and he danced his fingers over Will's hard member under the boxers.
He pulled a groan out of Will and laughed against his abdomen, breath blowing across bared skin and causing shivers to run through the male. Pulling both pants and boxers down just enough to free Will's erection, Bryan cut off his laugh by placing his lips around Will's tip. Both of their breaths stuck in their throats for a moment then Bryan pulled him deeper into his mouth and felt Will's whole body tighten.
Will's knees were starting to shake with the effort of staying upright. Bryan felt way too good for Will's sense of sanity. He hadn't thought this was how the night would end when he'd invited the man from his past to get a drink. Keep Glee yes, get laid…not quite. If he got both, this would be a fantastic night and he hadn't had one of those in a while now. "Mmm ahh," he moaned out when Bryan created a faster rhythm. Will's muscles were getting tight, heat was blooming quickly and he was having trouble keeping his hips from thrusting as Bryan worked him over in his mouth. "Bryan, I can't…hold back…" he had to at least give the man a head's up.
The vibration of a laugh made Will's hips buck and Bryan took the entirety of him in his mouth. Pulling back, Bryan grabbed him at the base of his dick and swirled his tongue around the tip, pumping him and drawing him to a climax. Bryan pulled his mouth away for a moment, crushing himself against Will and working his pulsing member in his hand. He drew out the orgasm with his hand for as long as he could.
Easing back onto his butt when Will had finally stopped convulsing, Bryan looked up at him with a wicked grin. "I think now we can go to the bedroom."