Ilikeglape

Summary:

“You called me your omega earlier. You’ve never done that outside of estrus before.”

“Sorry, I didn't mean to, not that I don’t think that- it's not, I would love to, of course, any day, but not if you don’t-”

“I get it, we weren't rushing into things,” he kissed his nose, enjoying the furious blush that covered his face and chest. Will was surprisingly easy to fluster. “I thought it was sweet.”

“Yeah?” Will smiled a little coyly at that, “You wanna be mine?”

“I am yours.” James insisted… but where was the line? Will might not mind his career or him going to the gym, but what about when it started affecting him? What about when it came to the serious shit of bonding and marriage and kids?

"Fuck off."

"Mate, come on," James hoped to god it wasn't that things were now permanently different after that night... "At least look at me when I'm talking."

The video had been good, but the clashes between them were agony, especially trying to make it video friendly.

"James please, fuck off." Will turned further away, curling up around himself on his phone, hands white knuckling around it.

"No, Will, you know you can't fucking do this," James grabbed his shoulder and felt him contract in further if possible. Was he shaking? "I'm just saying, you don't get to stand there flexing about how you bought everything here and then acting normal and then shouting again.'

"James..."

"No, no seriously I know you didn't want to do today but I need the money and you promised we could do it," James told him, the anger seething through, "And I've said you can say whatever about the alcohol problem but not money, mate, that's not the same."

"Fuck off- Ow!" Will flinched in pain at James trying to pry him back.

"What?" He let go entirely, whatever temper tantrum he thought this was clearly it wasn't. "Are... are you crying?"

"Please go," Will held a hand to his mouth caught somewhere between sobbing and gagging, "Go away."

"Will..."

They'd ranked take aways today. James knew exactly why Will had moved from ranking unknown mystery sweets and caffeinated drinks, and somewhere deep down he was glad that it was all going well now.

"Are you heading home?" James asked after him, watching as he started to pack his things away. Did he look any different? Was he in baggy layers because of the cold or because...

The pills hadn't worked. He admitted in A&E that he'd thrown up after both of them from nerves, that he didn't want to retry it after a week. The problem was still there, so to speak.

Will hadn’t asked anything of James and James hadn’t offered. He was still angry about it all, about not being told, about being left out of the discussion. Even at the hospital Will had acted like it was nothing to do with him. James knew it definitely was though.

"Yeah," Will glanced up briefly, "Unless you need a lift to the station?"

"I'll take the underground, it's easier than you driving," James shook his head. "Or we can go and grab some dinner later, if you're feeling better?"

He heard himself and hated it, acting like it was a bug that had made Will so sick for weeks. He wasn't going to say it first though.

"... I don't... actually fuck it why not," Will seemed to decide on it, "I'll get you a hotel or something if you want."

Because they both knew James couldn't afford it. He knew Will would end up paying for dinner, that the fare for the new train would be tacked onto the £500 video money. James wanted to scoff at that, what was one more thing? He already funded his life and career and touring, he was already paying into his half of the coffee business idea, he already bought anything James needed, why not just fund the bastard child too?

"I can just stay in your guest room, no?"

"It's eh... it's getting redecorated."

James nodded along, allowing the lie. It was the nursery then.

"I'll take your sofa," He decided, "Like old times."

Like four months ago when they'd tumbled from sofa to wall to bed to floor and got themselves in the problem they were currently in. Will must've had the same memory, shuddering at it.

"Class," he nodded a single time and slung his back over his shoulder. "Ready?"

"Yeah. Should you be carrying your bag? I can take it?"

"Fuck off."

"Mate, come on," James hoped to god it wasn't that things were now permanently different after that night... "At least look at me when I'm talking."

The video had been good, but the clashes between them were agony, especially trying to make it video friendly.

"James please, fuck off." Will turned further away, curling up around himself on his phone, hands white knuckling around it.

"No, Will, you know you can't fucking do this," James grabbed his shoulder and felt him contract in further if possible. Was he shaking? "I'm just saying, you don't get to stand there flexing about how you bought everything here and then acting normal and then shouting again.'

"James..."

"No, no seriously I know you didn't want to do today but I need the money and you promised we could do it," James told him, the anger seething through, "And I've said you can say whatever about the alcohol problem but not money, mate, that's not the same."

"Fuck off- Ow!" Will flinched in pain at James trying to pry him back.

"What?" He let go entirely, whatever temper tantrum he thought this was clearly it wasn't. "Are... are you crying?"

"Please go," Will held a hand to his mouth caught somewhere between sobbing and gagging, "Go away."

"Will..."

"Hmm?" He looked up from his phone to see Will holding a book out to him with a serious expression, "I haven't got my glasses on, Will."

"It's the guest book." Will said sheepishly, "Or I suppose suspect book."

"Eh?" He squinted at it, opening the first page to see a list of names, most of the other offices that worked there like Chris and Cal, the Sidemen, a few odds and sods like memeulous and himself. "This is a list of old collabs, yeah?"

"You don't remember what this is, do you?" Will crossed his arms around himself.

"No?" He studied it a bit further, he could see the names and dates, and a time stamp followed by some rating out of ten, but he couldn't make out the printed words beside the handwritten ones. "I didn't know you'd worked with Brian or Cam recently."