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He moaned as he continued to eat the man out, licking and exploring him with his mouth. His hand stroking in motion with his firm exploration, tongue pushing around the ring and over him. Feeling him loosen up as he ate him out. He grabbed tight on his cock when he felt the precum, massaging the stickiness down the length as he groaned a noise of pleasure at hearing the other just curse and move underneath him. He picked up his speed some, flicking and just tasting the other man. When he pulled back for breath once more, he chuckled, “You keep making those noises, I might lose it.” He smirked as he slid the legs off of him, moving to kneel between Will’s legs once more. 

He ran his hands up Will’s thighs, moving them both up to grip his cock, leaning in to lick the tip of it, swirling his tongue around the tip. Massaging the length slowly as he wrapped his mouth over the tip. Just tasting every bit of Will that he could in the moment, he pulled up off once more, flicking his tongue over the top once more before smirking up at Will, tied to his headboard. He popped his neck a little and slid off of Will once more, quiet as he leaned over to the side to open his nightstand, fishing out the lube. 

Returning he poured a small amount on Will’s tip and began to rub it in slow circles before adding a bit more, stroking Will with the smooth lube now, brushing down the full length of the hard cock. He smiled and leaned up to kiss Will softly on the lips. Smiling as he continued to stroke him, “I am going to lube you up now, so you’re ready.” He whispered into the kiss. Flicking his tongue over those lips before kissing him again firmly, words punctuating his kiss as he said to him, “I want to be inside you.” 

Will shook his head a little breathlessly at Oliver’s words. “You’re one to talk,” he said. Oliver was even better with his mouth than he was at coming up with ridiculous nicknames. And that was saying something. Not to mention how he was jerking him off at the same time. Will really could cum just like this, hands tied and all, but having Oliver inside him was the end goal that he’d never even knew he had at the beginning of the night. He’d genuinely thought that the cuddling would be just that, but he was definitely enjoying this development. 

When Oliver moved his legs, Will assumed it was so he could go for the lube. However, then his mouth went to explore his cock. “Oh my god,” Will groaned. He was definitely full of surprises. It really shouldn’t have been a surprise that Oliver was going to do all this teasing before getting to the main event. Will didn’t miss the smirk Oliver gave him as he licked at his cock. His gaze never left Oliver as he moved to the nightstand to grab the lube. Good, that was progress. His breath hitched when Oliver put the lube to use, returning the kiss, well used to the fact that he couldn’t run his fingers through his hair at this point. Another time. 

When Will asked him to fuck him, Oliver wasn’t about to argue with the dark-haired man here in bed with him. He couldn’t help but make a joke as he leaned in to kiss the tip of the tied up boy’s nose. He kissed his lips gently too, “I will fuck you. Once we have you prepared.” He said with a smile, running both hands over Will’s arms and down his sides, just brushing fingers along firm skin as he moved in a series of movements. Each sensual and soft, lips and hands exploring over Will’s body until he got down to his stomach. Placing kisses along the man’s beautiful stomach, he wanted to be inside him. Part of him needed to be inside of him.

 He moved both hands down, lifting up Will’s legs. Spreading them before he moved to lift both of his legs onto his shoulders. Sliding those thighs up until the curve of his knees were resting over him. He leaned in, slowly moving his mouth to suck on one and then the other ball, massaging them in his lips and tongue rolling them slowly before he released to move down to kiss his inner thighs, it wasn’t more than another moment before, his hands gripping those thighs as his buried his face into Will’s ass. Cheeks spreading as Oliver’s mouth moved to begin sliding his tongue along that perked hole. Licking in slow strokes and then deepening to massage him to begin loosening him up. 

One hand moving up to stroke Will’s cock slowly. His hand rubbing slowly down the length, rubbing the fingers along the head and down the length as he worked Will open, he moaned and he couldn’t help himself as he groaned out, “Fuck Antelope….you taste…” He didn’t find any other words as his mouth went back to hungrily eating Will out, wanting his fingers, his cock, all of him to just be inside Will right now. 

“Yeah, that would be best,” Will agreed, grinning like an idiot when Oliver kissed his nose. He was sexy, definitely. But that had just been too damn cute. He tilted his head down so he could watch Oliver kiss down his torso. Even as excited as he was for Oliver to be inside him, that wasn’t the only thing he wanted. He’d briefly thought to suggest this continued exploration, but here Oliver was doing it just because he wanted to. When Oliver moved his legs, that was actually something he could help out with, whereas his arms being all but dead weight was definitely something he’d have to get used to. However, it got harder to focus on any actual thoughts when Oliver was using his mouth that well. 

It was an adjustment, usually at this point he’d grab the sheets for purchase or run his hands through his partner’s hair. Still, the last thing he was worrying about was his arms when Oliver started sucking his balls. And then when he got to his ass, he couldn’t help but moan, pleased that he didn’t have to so much as make an attempt to hold it in or keep quiet. His eyes were closed now, head tilted slightly back as Oliver’s mouth worked wonders. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he managed, which was just about as much of his thoughts as he could get together at the moment. 

His words and the way that Will looked at him, it made Oliver feel special. He was happy to be here, he was happy to have Will with him. The kiss, the thumb on his cheek, it all brought a smile to Oliver’s face. He leaned in and kissed him again softly, “I just…I trust you too.” He meant it, he didn’t even know why really, he just felt connected to the other man. He hadn’t made a friend this quickly in a long time, not to mention one that he could get so physical with and it didn’t feel weird. It just felt like, fun. Which it really was, his naked form on top of Will, body’s touching anywhere they could find purchase. He licked his lips before leaning down to kiss him again slowly, “One second.” 

After he spoke, he hopped up, moving to his closet. He threw it open and in a quick few seconds he had a box on the floor open, sorting through it to find a set of ropes that he wanted, he had a handful of ones that were soft and designed specifically for this type of thing. He chose one long one that would work on both ends of the bed, giving Will plenty of room to still move and not hurt his wrists, while still restricting him to the bed. When he returned, he looped it around the back of the headboard, moving to take Will’s right wrist first. He looked at him as he stood naked over him on the bed, “If at any point, you are uncomfortable, say so…” He knew that the other knew it but he felt the need to say it again, he tied the first wrist and tested to make sure two to three fingers fit under the rope to make sure it wouldn’t rub, before he turned his attention to the second wrist completing the other just as quickly, it was obviously not the first time he’d tied these loose knots. 

When he finished, he lowered himself back down on the man before him, he slid his hands down those spread arms, moving fingers over his skin before they brushed down to pet Will’s hair back softly. He leaned in and kissed him, fingers on the back of Will’s head as their lips met hard, the kiss seeming to draw out before he moved further down, to kiss along his chin and over his the edges of his jaw, “Tell me what you want.” Oliver wanted to do anything to the other, he wanted his mouth on every inch of Will, he wanted Will’s mouth around his cock. He wanted to be inside him. He wanted it all and he didn’t know where to even start right now. 

Will smiled up at Oliver when he said that he trusted him too. It was pretty well implied at this point in the night, but it was nice to hear regardless. Especially since Oliver had come out so much more recently than he had. He was pretty sure they were both a little more choosy when it came to who they decided to be intimate with, but now they were choosing each other. Will was liking his choices. He returned the kiss before his eyes followed Oliver’s naked frame in the dim light as he went to go look for the ropes. He really hadn’t done anything like this before, and he wasn’t sure exactly what to expect. Still, he knew that if for some reason he wasn’t into it, Oliver wouldn’t hold it against him. 

He watched Oliver come back with the rope, cooperative as Oliver moved his wrist where he wanted it. His movements were sure and practiced, and it was an additional relief that Oliver was confident in what he was doing. Thinking of things that Will wouldn’t have even thought to think of, like checking how tight it was. He’d never so much as seen it done, but the prospect of it being something new and exciting was definitely a turn on.  “I will,” he promised, smiling again. He wasn’t used to his arms being out of commission during sex, but it definitely wasn’t a bad thing. Especially when Oliver came back, and they got to pick up where they left off. It was different now. After some kissing, when Will moved on habit to touch him again, he remembered the rope and instead rolled his hips up to meet Oliver. And then Oliver was asking him what he wanted, and his brain could definitely come up with a few possible answers. Not even pausing to let his mind run away with him, he said “I want you to fuck me.” 

Oliver: Well can we at least agree that Rose is annoying? She irritates the shit out of me.

Oliver: Yeah it happened before and it ended in his engagement breaking up and him leaving his old team. Not a great starting point.

Oliver: I mean maybe. I don't know, I fucking still hate it. Like all of it.

Oliver: FUCK ME. I just don't know what to even say to him. I am going to write huge text apologies and delete them like ten times. I am sure.

Will: We cannot, but I fear that's a debate for another time.

Will: Okay, okay, but it LOOKS worse than it actually is. Plus tabloids always make sweeping assumptions and whatnot. Just because it looks bad doesn't mean it is bad.

Oliver: It is kind of corny. I am just saying.

Oliver: But, I am enjoying it. I like Tennant. Eccleston was just boring, I am sorry. I won't take it back.

Oliver: What do I even say to him Will? Hey, sorry I shot you in the dick then destroyed your job with tabloids? I am so fucked.

Will: He's not boring, he's awesome. I can't even believe you skipped him. One way or another we're going back so you can see the whole thing. You can't just watch Doctor Who without knowing the "are you my mummy" episode. Iconic.

Will: Okay, okay, first of all, I'm sure he's used to this kinda shit. Being in the public eye like that, this can't be the first time something in this vein has happened.

Will: Second of all, it's not your fault. It is particularly unfortunate that these events went down in such a way that one bad thing happened right after the other. BUT the second thing is obviously not your fault and the first thing was an accident.

Oliver: I have the other stuff. I used to smoke on the weekends.

Oliver: You are amazing. What did I do to deserve a friend like you, Antelope?

Oliver: You and me. Cuddles. And more of this stupid Doctor Whom show. I started with nine, he bored me, but I jumped to ten cause David Tennant was hot.

Will: Well you took in a wounded antelope and the rest was history.

Will: 1. it's not stupid, you take that back.

Will: 2. Christopher Eccleston is amazing, shut up

His body tightened, his moan slow as he pressed into Will’s body. He was moaning softly as the two of them gripped at each other, the nipping and touching sending Oliver up the wall. He wanted to make Will feel good, it was important that the other enjoyed himself. Another’s pleasure was important to Oliver. He moved his hand off of Will’s wrist where he had been holding him, he moved it down, gripping Will’s throat. Not too tight, just holding him there as he kissed him passionately, “Call me a God, all you want, but you are beautiful.” 

 His words came softly, moving down some, kissing over his chest now, hand still on his throat as he moved his other hand down to grip Will’s cock, rubbing him slowly, brushing their bodies together, he really wanted to taste the other, he bit his lip, “Would you…” He paused, scooting up so he was pressed up between Will’s legs, running his fingers down each of Will’s thighs as he looked over at him, just letting his nails drag over his skin, “Would you be uncomfortable if I tied up your hands? I…I just want you to enjoy yourself, but it’s kind of a kink of mine and I can’t believe I am admitting that to you.” As he spoke he was smiling lightly, his hand moving slowly over Will’s cock still, rubbing up and down the shaft slowly, just watching Will’s body as it moved before him, every inch of it.

It wasn’t the most typical place to touch during an encounter like this, but Oliver’s light grip on his throat was sort of a turn on as well. He didn’t really have a set of expectations when it came to first time encounters, but Oliver was just so different than anyone he’d been with that he couldn’t help but notice. When Oliver released his grip on his hands, he teased his nipple as his other hand moved down his back to lightly squeeze his ass. 

Oliver: I want so many things.

Oliver: Ranting, yes. Advice, definitely. Distraction, oh god please. Do you smoke?

Oliver: You should come over and keep me company. Still don't have a roommate and I am having a moment.

Will: Cigarettes, no. As for the other stuff, I wouldn't know the first place to get it, but I'm not against it. Tried it once or twice in college.

John saw Will’s text and decided not to reply after it dawned on him that “Omw” meant “on my way.” He told himself that meant he was hip but he really didn’t know if that was possible. John was just an old cowboy, after all.

Tucking away his phone, John tipped his head down and waited. Hearing Will’s voice brought a slow, lopsided smile to his face. “You want to save all ten?” he asked as he walked over to Will. “Guess we’ll have to warm them up,” he said and unceremoniously stepped forward and slid his hands underneath Will’s sweatshirt to let his cold hands grip that smooth, warm skin. At the same time, his mouth crashed into Will’s and the kiss was rough and unyielding.

Somehow, they made it back into the building, but John refused to let go. He was all messy in the head from thinking about the future and he just wanted to snuggle with Will until he was certain he had to leave.

“You get your vacuumin’ done?” John drawled as they headed up the stairs.

“I’ll accept nothing less than ten,” Will replied. He realized what John was about to do a split second before he did it, and he was about to recoil from the cold, but John’s kiss made it pretty much impossible to do that. Instead, his arms wrapped around him on instinct as he kissed him back. God, he’d missed this. He knew that you were supposed to move on from your first love when they became your ex, but he’d never been able to fully do that with John. They’d both ended up in this big old city independently of one another. That had to mean something right? 

“Freaking cold,” he responded belatedly, taking his hand as they made their way to his specific apartment, fiddling in his pocket for his keys with his other hand.  “And no. I spent that whole time ignoring one responsibility for another.” 

Oliver: NO! I mean duh it's bad.

Oliver: We havent talked since that date and...

Oliver: This is date two. Date one is when I shot him in the fucking dick!

Will: Okay, okay, this... I mean, it's bad but it's not completely unsolvable.

When Will joined him, both men naked on top of his sheets, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning back into the kiss. Mouths locked in an embrace, spit and tongues as they kissed deeply, he hadn’t done this in months. He needed it on some level, he could feel his cock hard, aching as Will touched it once more. Those fingers slowly, teasingly beginning to jerk him off. The way his thumb brushed the mushroom head. It made Oliver moan into the other, thrusting forward to meet his hand. He let out a slow breath as he reached his own hand down, gripping Will’s hip. 

He moved so he was on top of Will once more, grabbing both of Will’s arms, pulling them up above his head to pin Will to the bed essentially as he continued to kiss him. Lips finding purchase first on Will’s own, then moving down to kiss over his neck, nipping lightly at his skin as one hand held Will’s own on the pillows, the other moved down, reaching to grip both his and Will’s cocks. Massaging them together as he jerked them off slowly. He wanted to grab the lube to make jerking them off easier but that meant unhooking himself from Will which he definitely didn’t want right now. Slow strokes as he continued to kiss over Will’s body, “You’re ridiculously hot. Everyone should know it.”

Under normal circumstances, Will wasn’t typically the type to fall into bed with someone he’d met so recently. It was horribly cliche to say, but Oliver was just different. They’d gotten along from the get go. From Oliver taking a chance on him sharing an Uber to their consistent texting, to talking him into a movie he’d never watch under normal circumstances, Oliver was just... A great person. Will’s free hand moved up to brush his thumb along the side of Oliver’s cheek as they kissed, his other hand still teasing his hard cock until Oliver moved his arms. 

Oliver: Dude, check TMZ.

Oliver: Matt Bettenhaus is freaking on it. Guy in the pic he is kissing, not a fucking player. That's me.

Oliver: I want to crawl in a corner and die. It's fine.

Will: Oh dear.

Will: That is not an ideal situation.

John wasn’t going to lie, it was cold outside and getting colder as the sun went down for the evening. The nip of the wind made it hard to feel things so it was another good fifteen minutes before he gave up staring at his ultrasound and tucked it away in his jacket. Pushing off the wall, he pulled his cell phone out just in case he’d missed a message and he had – two in fact.

John: Would it be cowboy of me to say I’ve been standing out here the whole time but I can’t feel my legs so your texts missed me?

Sighing at himself, John flipped up the collar on his jacket so it covered his earlobes and he pulled his hat lower. He waited for Will to respond but tried not to just stare at the phone like the desperate man in his chest.

John: What I mean is that I’m stubborn mentally and physically, but also, I want to see you/ Come get me, please.

John sucked on his lower lip and waited, fully prepared to kiss Will the second they were together. How he loved that man with the soft eyes and strong heart.

Will was hoping not to have jumped the gun with his invitation. He liked to think that he knew where the two of them stood, and he really didn’t want John to feel any kind of pressure from him. An unplanned pregnancy wasn’t easy to handle in the best of circumstances, and Will kind of doubted John’s current circumstances were the best. 

When he next heard the TARDIS text tone, he looked down to read the text, smiling and shaking his head as he did. Shutting his laptop and standing up, he took his phone with him as he headed for the door. 

Will: If your stubbornness lands you with frostbite or hypothermia, we’re gonna have issues. Omw. 

With the text sent, he headed out the door, locking up behind him in a way that wouldn’t have even made sense for just running outside back in the country. He’d neglected a coat, but he was at least already wearing a sweatshirt, so he probably wouldn’t freeze in the short time it took to go get John. 

Upon walking outside, he spotted John, a smile on his face when he caught his eye. “Alright, come in, you need all ten fingers intact.” 

[ Will: ] Absolutely freakin not! 

[ Oliver: ] People who own horses and live on farms I feel would be called farmers. Just a thought. 

[ Oliver: ] Deal. You make the mash potatoes, I’ll whip up a freaking turkey sandwich or something instead. Sounds like a plan to me. 

[ Will: ] Alright but we weren’t farmers. We were just tight with the neighbors and they let Kat have a horse in their barn, and she paid in chores. Thus: horse girl. 

The slow movement of his kisses down Will’s neck were interrupted by the feel of the hands moving across him, gripped him under his boxers and then brushed across his nipple. His eyes fluttered for a moment before he began to kiss him again, lips brushing down his neck and across his shoulder. He was lost in his thoughts now, just giving into the feeling of Will touching. The fingers in his hair were a lot, sending a shiver down his spine. He smirked, “That felt really good.” He whispered against his skin. 

He pulled back and slid off of Will now. He didn’t really think anymore, his hands gripping his boxers as he pulled them down his thighs, turning to Will, leaning in to kiss him now that he was naked at Will’s side. His smirk bright, one hand coming up to brush Will’s hair back, “Don’t plan to stop unless you tell me too.” He hadn’t had someone like this in his life really ever, Will was just such a natural easy friend and in the back of Oliver’s mind he didn’t think this would affect that friendship was a really nice feeling. He reached over, sliding his hand down Will’s lower back, brushing to pull his pajamas and boxers down slowly, fingers brushing along his ass as he gripped it lightly, before leaning back in to kiss Will firmly on the lips once more. 

“You feel really good,” Will replied with a smirk of his own before leaning in to kiss him once again, just briefly this time since it seemed he had other ideas in mind. When he lost the boxers, Will’s gaze moved down for a second, biting his lip before he looked back up at Oliver. He couldn’t help but smile again when Oliver brushed a hand through his hair. “Don’t really plan on telling you to,” he responded with a small smile. Maybe it was idealistic of him to assume that this wouldn’t really affect their friendship, but they both seemed to have the same idea in mind.