We Put a Pearl in the Ground

Title: We Put a Pearl in the Ground
Summary: A young Albert and William give the piano in the Spencer mansion a workout. ([A/N:] No, they won't have sex ON the piano, I'm sorry. Maybe I'll write a second chapter with that!)
Pairing: Albert/William

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His fingers soared across the keys of the piano gently. Working a melody out of nothing was one of his strong suits, his hidden talents. A warm hand was lying on top of his as he played, learning the keys through a sort of osmosis. He smiled.

“You’ll never learn, William,” Albert whispered, glad there was not other scientists loitering in the lounge at the time, “unless you do it yourself.” The blonde turned his head, appraising William beside on him on the bench. They had fallen into this set up many-a-time before. Albert would play on the random piano that Spencer had insisted be brought into the mansion and William would sit with him and ‘play’ along. It was one of the few times the two young scientists were able to cut loose from their endless research.

“I don’t need to learn.” The other youth intoned, his baby-blue eyes hidden for a second behind his lashes. “That’s why I’ve got you, right?” He smiled, unsure, still new at the whole flirting game. It was a trait that Albert found fascinating. His fingers continued to stroke the keys, keeping the melody going. William was so young, nineteen to Albert’s twenty-one, so uninformed. Innocent, it was a word that made Albert’s gut clench.

His finger missed a note as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss into William’s cheek. Albert’s hand left the keyboard, expert fingers winding in William’s wheat coloured hair. The quieter man did nothing to halt the blonde’s progress, merely sighing as the kisses travelled from his cheek to his mouth. The fingers turned his head, perfectly in time, creating harmony and rhythm out of nothing, Albert’s talent. William leaned into the kisses, following the inclination of the hand on his head without question. They had done this three times before; William had learned the way that things would go down.

Albert broke the kiss, hand falling out of William’s hair. “Birkin, Birkin…” He muttered, breath light on William’s cheek, a mint warmth in the unnatural, perpetual coolness of the mansion and underground labs. “We should take this somewhere else.” It was true. If someone were to come in, to catch the two young scientists during their clandestine little act…the hell the two would face. Especially since William was the new, up-and-coming thing. Rumours abounded about the young man’s potential, about how he would be the next Spencer…the next great scientist on the scene. Most of the scientists, those shut-ins down in the lab, scorned William for being a favourite. Albert smiled. If only they knew. Not that he was in any place to talk, fucking the object of everyone’s hate tended to skew one’s perspective. And it wasn’t as if he was free from scorn either. Albert had his own legacy of being a kiss up, an ass-kisser who’d do anything (fuck anything) to get to the top.

They didn’t walk hand in hand, that was something much too dangerous for the two young men, even to share a glance was too risky. Albert walked slowly, hands deep in his pockets, apparently in no rush. William on the other hand walked too quickly, pace much too rushed for someone merely heading back to bed. His hands clutched a file he’d been checking before Albert had begun to play; his face was a cherry shade of bright red. Anyone that the two passed though would just chock it up to William’s general awkwardness. Albert smiled again.

It was the awkwardness that drew Albert to William. The way the younger man would trip into the room, feet caught on themselves or the door frame or simply the air. The way he would hit the bed chest heaving, face bright, despite the routine the two had found. Despite the fact that he knew that Albert wanted it too, wanted him. William fidgeted, back braced against the sparse wall of the room the two had been using. It wasn’t technically their room; the two stayed downstairs in the labs, in the rooms with the other scientists; but they used it nonetheless. There were other more lavish rooms all over the mansion, elegant spreads with high-end paintings hanging from the walls and velvet carpets; but this was a room, basically a storage closet with a typewriter and a cot and a shelf filled with books, was all that the two needed.

William rolled his head to the side, eyes meeting Albert’s under the fringe of his bangs. That, Albert decided after William’s tongue snaked out to touch his pink lips, was the second best thing about William. His unwitting sexiness was a huge draw.

“A…Albert?” William spoke in between breaths, colour running high in his cheeks. “Something wrong?” Albert realised with a smile that he was staring. The past three times there’d been a speed to their affairs, no time for watching, worshiping. Albert usually saved that for the boring office hours, the time between taking tests and receiving the results, the time when he’d just stare at William and think of things to do to the younger blonde. He smiled again.

“Nothing’s wrong.”

William smiled, an almost inaudible sigh slipping out from his lips. “Then are we going to…” His sentence trailed off in a rush of renewed blush. “F-f-f-f-“ He swallowed hard, eyes shut, not noticing Albert’s amusement with his frustration. “Fuck?”

A blonde eyebrow was cocked in his direction. “If you want.” He stepped further into the room, kicking off his dress shoes as he went. Graceful, elegant, it was what Albert considered the defining words in his life. He knew it reflected in his walk toward the bed. Oh, and sexy. Sexy was an important vocabulary word that he used to describe himself. Albert smiled at William, full of charm. “Do you want to?”

William nodded, his fingers curled in the blankets. “Yes.” He looked away. “Please.” He didn’t need to say more. Albert was there, leaning over him, pressing another almost gentle kiss into William’s worried lips. William responded immediately, pushing up against Albert’s advances, arms winding around the golden blonde’s neck. “I,” his words were bitten into Albert’s ear as he lowered his hips, letting his pants get worked off, “I luh--“ William bit his lips, gaining a look from Albert.

Love? Love had never been a question in their affairs. Never. Albert drummed his fingers on William’s quivering stomach muscles.

“What was that you said there?” He asked. William looked at him, baby-blues wide.

He took a second too long to answer. “I l-love when you do that.” He lied, eyes falling away from Albert’s. His hand tightened on Albert’s shoulder, fingers flexing into the lab coat that the older scientist still wore.

Albert grinned. “That’s what I thought.” He knew that wasn’t at all what William had begun to say. William knew that he knew that wasn’t what William was going to say, but they both allowed the lie to take control. It was an issue to be dealt with later, Albert reasoned, later when he wasn’t being pushed against by a restless, horny nineteen year old.

He had worked the pants the rest of the way off, Albert realised as warm, hard flesh pressed into his hand. The Brit smiled. That was the initiative he liked to see. Albert bit into William’s lips as he gripped the flesh at his hip, swallowing the younger man’s groan. He moved his hand, drawing another warm moan from the boy under him.

William rolled his head away from Albert’s teasing, his hips still moving restlessly, though beyond his control. “Please. Don’t tease me, can we please just fuck?” William’s voice bordered on a whine. Albert moved his face back, peering down at the young man under him.

“Right now?”

“Yes.”

“No more,” he moved his hand on William’s cock, “of this?”

William shivered. “No.” It was an answer ripped from his throat. “I want you,” his eyes blinked open, “I want you in me.” Said low and sexy the way it was, Albert was inclined to obey.

“No prep?”

“Fuck no,” another torn answer, broken in tone, almost a sob, “please can we just…” William threw his head back, hips undulating in Albert’s grasp. “Please, please, please,” it became the man’s whispered mantra as his cock dragged through Albert’s hand, moving without his consent, accentuating each word. He looked a mess in the time it took Albert to release himself from the confines of his own trousers. The lab coat was dropped off the side of the bed onto the ever growing pile of clothes.

“You’re sure?” He wasn’t so much worried about William’s well being as he was for his own sanity. He would not be able to handle the younger man’s complaints of pain the next day. He didn’t really expect an answer in the negative either for even as he asked the question, Albert was pulling a condom on.

“Fuck yes.” William sobbed. His one hand was hopelessly tangled in Albert’s short hands, the other was braced on his senior’s shoulder, fingers gripping the skin hard enough to make red half-moons. It was another order that Albert was inclined to obey. He lined himself up, keeping his eyes trained on William’s face, and began his descent into the ever welcoming heat.

They’d only fucked twice before--the first time William had been too frightened--but the warmth that Albert felt, nestled between the other scientist’s thighs, was something he thought he could bask in every day. William seemed to be feeling it more than the last two times as well, his face twisted, mouth opening. There were tears in his eyes. Albert felt something almost like remorse.

And then William spoke, in a clenching voice. “If you don’t fucking move, A-albert, I’m gonna.” It was all the permission that Albert needed. He bit his lips as he backed out of the tight heat and he knew that it was mostly pain that William must have been feeling, despite the things he said. He didn’t say anything on the matter though.

Actually, Albert wasn’t saying much of anything. He prided himself on being a quiet lover, he didn’t need porn star sound effects to back up his talent. Even had he wanted to though, there wasn’t much blood left in his head for any sort of coherent speech. The heat, the tightness, the intensity, the expression in the eyes that peered up at him from under blonde bangs; it jumbled together in Albert’s mind and the only thing he could do was keep pitching his hips, keep focusing on the fire coursing through his system. William on the other hand, was making a lot of noise, from small mewls to full on, full throated groans; the man’s vocals matched the movement of his own hips. He had apparently gotten over the pain he was feeling earlier and was now participating fully in the joining.

“God, Albert,” he hissed, throwing his head back, “I-I can’t. I c-c-c-can’t.” He bit his lip, hard enough to draw a small line of blood. Albert licked the trickle away. “Oh, God I’m gonna cum.” He whispered against Albert’s lips, each syllable slowing as it traced over flesh. William was always very true to his word.

The younger man’s muscles clenched hard as he came, increasing the already suffocating tightness around Albert’s cock. One thrust, two, was all it took to drag the older blonde into orgasm as well. Blurring any noise he may have made as he transcended that elusive boundary, Albert pushed his lips into William’s.

He rolled to the side slightly, feeling the post-orgasm warmth radiate to the rest of his body, spreading out in waves. Albert sighed. There wouldn’t be much time, he was poignantly aware of this fact; soon they would have to return to the rooms. But at least for the moment they could relax. He curled around William, feeling his eyelids droop with post-sex sleepiness.

And as his eyes closed, he could have sworn he heard the other mutter a sleepy, “love you.” Something, indeed would need to be done about that.

Fin

[A/N:] Hopefully that was good. I feel like I've been in a writing funk as of late. Maybe this'll snap me out of it. Review if you would, it does help me get better.