Will jerked out of his sleep. He wiped his eyes as he observed his surroundings. He was in Hannibal’s bedroom alone. His head throbbed from dehydration as he slowly pushed himself upward out of the bed. He took his time swinging his legs out in front of him.
Oh my god, my head is killing me…
Will could smell someone making breakfast. Well actually, as he looked at the bedside clock, an early lunch.
All of a sudden, he finally realized that he was completely naked…but could only remember snippets of the previous night…
Why am I naked…?
He slowly rose from the bed looking for his shirt and boxers. He found his shirt crumpled up underneath the bed and his boxers thrown to the other side of the room. Flashes of getting into a fight with Abel and falling asleep naked shot through his mind.
He hadn’t remembered trying to seduce Hannibal before passing out….
Will slowly put on his shirt and struggled pulling on his boxers, before taking his time walking toward the bedroom door. He didn’t think to put on pants; he had gotten use to walking around in his underwear during his visit. Frederick was gone most of the time, and he and Hannibal had always been that comfortable with each other.
Will entered the hallway and almost fell over. He steadied himself as he propped his side up against the wall, using it to guide his body toward the kitchen. Once he reached the kitchen, he saw Hannibal standing in a t-shirt and pair of boxers, making breakfast food. His hair was out of place, but in a cute bed head sort of way.
Hannibal heard him approach the entry into the kitchen. He turned around and smiled at Will before returning to his cooking. “Good morning, Will. How’d you sleep?”
Will slid into one of the chairs at the kitchen table. “I feel like I’m going to die. I’m never drinking again…” He buried his head in his arms on top of the table.
Another memory flashed through his mind; he remembered Hannibal trying to carry him to his bed…
Hannibal placed a plate in front of him before sitting across the table. Will perked up at the smell of food, but pushed the plate away. “I don’t think I can eat…”
Hannibal got up from the table. “Maybe you should lie back down.” Will felt a hand caress his back.
He nodded as he let Hannibal guide him back to the bedroom. Will hugged himself up against his friend’s body as Hannibal held onto him tightly. He groaned in pain, thinking about all of the shots he had taken with Frederick at the party.
Hannibal helped him lie back down in the bed. “Did…you sleep…okay?” Will asked, as Hannibal sat down next to him.
Hannibal sighed. “No not really. Our couch is surprisingly not very comfortable.”
Will looked at him as he suddenly remembered why Hannibal had slept out on the couch last night. He felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment.
Abel is such a fucking jerk. Why did you go out with him?
Are you going to sleep with me?
What, Hannibal? All of a sudden you’re not interested?
“…Hannibal…I-I…” Will babbled, trying to figure out the best thing to say without making the situation even more awkward. He felt his stomach somersault a few times with humiliation.
Hannibal only nodded. He knew why Will was suddenly at a loss for words. “Will, it’s okay. We were both really drunk. I just thought it would be best to give you some space.”
Will buried his face in his hands. “Ugh…I am a mess.”
He had never seduced anyone before, and he had tried to do so with his best friend. The events of the night flooded his mind as his brain retold the details; Will discarding his clothes and touching himself while thinking about Hannibal humping his body…he groaned…
Hannibal chuckled. “You’re not a mess.”
“You can take a nap in your bed if you want. I can sleep on the couch.” Will slowly pushed himself out of the bed. He felt Hannibal place a hand on his arm to prevent him from going any further.
“No it’s fine. You need to rest too.” He slid into the bed next to Will.
Will cautiously laid back down as Hannibal snuggled up against him without really touching him. He turned to face Hannibal, who was facing the ceiling.
He felt his heart flutter…thinking about the kiss from the night before last and touching himself…thinking about having sex with his best friend…
Will opened his mouth to speak, but it took him a while to find the right thing to say.
“Hannibal…I’m kind of…confused…you know…about you and…I….” He finally admitted.
Hannibal turned to face him. Will lost himself in the gleam of his friend’s eyes, shaped like smooth round opals.
“We are very close.” Hannibal responded with hesitancy.
Will scooted closer to Hannibal; he knew Hannibal could feel the low thumping of his heart.
“More than close…we made out the night before last…” Will whispered. “I’m really not sure why I asked you to kiss me…I wouldn’t have done that with anyone I didn’t have feelings for…”
Hannibal tilted his head and grinned. “You have feelings for me?” He said playfully.
Will nervously laughed back as he gently shoved Hannibal. “Ugh, Hannibal….I’m trying to be serious…”
They both chuckled for a bit before returning to complete silence. Will put his hand on Hannibal’s chest and lightly caressed it.
Hannibal cupped his face and smiled. “Let me know how far you want me to go…” He whispered after a minute of silence, leaning in to kiss Will.
read the rest of the story on ao3 :) Leave me a comment here or on ao3 !
For the wonderful @granpappy-winchester, who asked for Hannibal as a high class hair stylist, fixing Will’s hair after a crime scene-related accident. Cue lots of touching of THE CURLS and flirting! This is my first ever AU so I hope you like it. <3
’This Is My Design? What genius thought that one up?’
The snort that issues from Will as he stares at the glossy scarlet lettering prompts a sharp dig in the ribs from his companion.
‘Quit it. Hannibal Lecter is the best.’
'Yeah?’ Will eyes the salon front dubiously. 'Up there with Siegfried Sassoon, no doubt.’
Vidal, idiot, and luckily for you, yes, he is.’ Beverly pins Will with a
withering glare. 'The man has a four week waiting list and I’m only
giving up my appointment because you’re going to need a genius to sort
out the mess you’ve made.’
Scowling, Will folds his arms defensively. 'Don’t be ridiculous.’
tell you what’s ridiculous,’ Beverly snaps, features sharp with
exasperation. 'You, with your lopsided DIY salvage attempt that’s
drawing the kind of stares we usually only get at crime scenes. So do me
a favour and move your ass, Graham.’
The interior of the
salon is just as intimidating, and Will has to fight the urge to tell
the briskly efficient technician who ushers them through to a small
waiting area exactly what she can do with her butter-soft leather
He resists and sinks into the nearest one with a
muttered negative in response to the woman’s rapid-fire offers of tea
(iced, fruit or regular), coffee (decaf, latte or cappuccino), water
(sparkling or still, with or without a slice of lemon) or champagne.
Champagne? At ten in the morning?
'Okay, Will, I’m leaving now. Jack wants the lab results asap. Can I trust you not to walk out the minute my back is turned?’
'Uh uh.’ Stares straight ahead.
Beverly hovers over him for a moment before adopting her fiercest tone.
'I’ll come back in an hour. And you’d better be looking one hundred percent better when I do.’