Wil/Hamish: Unfamiliar Familiarity
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wolfanficsTitle: Unfamiliar Familiarity
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AusComedy/The Chaser
Characters: Wil Anderson, Hamish Blake
Pairings: Wil/Hamish, implied Adam/Hamish and Adam/Wil
Word Count: 1,571
Warnings: kissing, biting, coarse language
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author's Notes: Sort of “sequel” in a very loose sense to Pick Up A Girl, Take Her Home. Also, Wil turned it angsty again. XD
Summary: While Adam was off fucking Craig, what happened to Wil and Hamish?
Unfamiliar Familiarity
Hamish stared across the table at Wil, who was doing a good job of getting much more spectacularly drunk than he was. Hamish had to stop looking at him. He always looked cute when he was drunk. He’d heard stories of Wil flirting with Adam when they were drunk, but Wil had never done so with him, so he figured he was probably safe. But I don’t want to be safe, his mind immediately protested. If Adam can play around, so can I.
With that, Hamish moved next to Wil, snuggling up against him. He was warm and giggly and drunk. Wil wrapped an arm around Hamish’s shoulder, leaning his head back against the wall.
“Tell me again why I need to be looked after tonight?” Hamish said.
“Cos Adam knows what’ll happen to you when you’re with me. An’ trust me, he’ll go mental if anything bad happens to you. So I get the honour of looking after his baby for him. That alright with you?” Wil said, still sounding gorgeous.
Hamish pouted. “I’m not a baby, Wil. I don’t need looking after. Why can’t I play around like he can?”
“Who said you weren’t allowed to play around with me?” Wil said, pondering turning to look at Hamish but deciding his body would not appreciate the sudden movement.
“So he can go out there and fuck anyone he wants, but all I get is you? I feel so hard done by,” Hamish said, half-faking his disappointment.
“You haven’t had me yet. Always wanted to, though, but he never let me. Was never allowed to touch you. Thinks you’re the most precious thing on earth. That’s why I’m lookin’ after you tonight,” Wil said.
Wil’s words jarred in Hamish’s mind. He frowned. It was not the reaction he had anticipated. “He won’t trust me with anyone else but you?” he said slowly.
“Only trusted you with me. Knew I’d keep all them drunken idiots away from you,” Wil said.
“You’re one of them drunken idiots, Wil,” Hamish said with a laugh.
“Not that drunk. Still coherent, aren’t I?” Wil said.
“Sort of. You’re cute when you’re pissed, you know,” Hamish said.
Wil grinned like an idiot and pulled Hamish close to him, wrapping his arms around him. “You gonna kiss me or what?” he murmured.
“Here? In the middle of a dingy pub?” Hamish smiled at the amusing image that created in his mind as he cuddled up to him.
“Why not? Don’t think I can move anywhere more private,” Wil admitted.
“I’m surprised you can move at all,” Hamish said, concealing a half-smile.
“Hey! M’not that drunk yet!”
“Prove to me you aren’t then.” Hamish sat up and met his glassy eyes.
“C’mon, I’m taking you home with me. Unless you like the idea of being fucked in a pub,” Wil said, in a rare moment of coherent decisiveness.
“Depends on who I’m fucking, doesn’t it?”
“Oh God, quit with the teasing already,” Wil begged, trying to pull Hamish close to him again. Hamish wriggled free and sat on the table instead, annoyingly out of reach. Wil’s hands grasped at empty air.
“Why? I like teasing you.” Hamish stared down at him, watching him trying to stand up. “Come on, I wanna play around, and you’re coming with me. How far do you think you can get, hmm?”
“‘S’far as you want me to go. ‘slong as I get to fuck you, though,” Wil said, trying to stop wobbling.
Hamish just laughed and wrapped an arm around Wil's shoulder as they staggered out of the pub together.
They caught a taxi home to Wil's place and did some more staggering before finally deciding that it wasn't worth the effort to move any further than the bed. Wil was beginning to sober up a little, while Hamish just snuggled up next to him.
“Hmm, you smell nice. C-can I? Can I see you?” Wil said, cupping his cheek lightly.
“See me? In what way? You're not actually blind drunk, are you?” Hamish said with a grin.
“Nah, not me. I dun get that drunk. I mean, you know. I want you, Hamish. Like, really want you. God, Adam's so lucky to have you. Lemme kiss you. Just once,” Wil said, running his tongue across his lips gently.
Hamish didn't reply. He stared into Wil's eyes, waiting for some sensible part of his mind to protest and stop him. Isn't that what usually happens in situations like this when you're about to betray your one true love? But that voice never came, and sick of waiting, Hamish decided to ignore it and kissed Wil.
A slow kiss soon quickened, and those hands began roaming. Hamish was surprised at what Wil was doing. He was clearly not Adam, and Wil seemed determined to make him realise this.
At some point, Hamish lost his shirt. He didn't care. Wil had rolled him onto his back as he leant over his chest, sucking and biting the skin to leave possessive red marks Adam would surely see the next morning. Hamish still wasn't sure if he was supposed to be proud of those marks or not.
Wil pinned him down, hands gripping his shoulders hard. Wil wasn't going to let this precious opportunity pass. He'd begged and begged for this one chance to be with Hamish and he wasn't going to waste it. He was also prepared to take things slowly for once. He kissed Hamish again, loving the way he tasted. He pulled away to look at his face, the reality of the situation still sinking in.
“God, you're beautiful, Hamish. I mean that. I almost don't want to touch you because I'm afraid of hurting you. Adam would kill me if I hurt you. Are you still okay with this? I mean, I wouldn't want to force you into anything,” Wil said, suddenly going all shy.
“Adam trusts you. That's good enough for me. Now are you going to get on with this? I'm not a fragile little man, you know. I won't break if you touch me,” Hamish said.
“Oh, Christ.” Wil had no more time to speak as Hamish pulled them into a kiss.
Hamish loved the careful attention Wil gave him. It was a different kind of delicacy that Adam gave him, and it was exquisite. Wil was worshipping him in the most tender and loving way that Hamish had ever experienced, even though Wil was still covering his skin with bite marks as he undressed them both.
As Wil progressed, Hamish noticed when what Wil was doing felt just like what Adam did. It seemed too much to be pure coincidence. Adam and Wil had slept together enough to pick up different techniques from each other. Hamish didn't mind at all. Perhaps it was the alcohol still affecting his mind, but it was when Wil did something different that Hamish was reminded he wasn't making out with Adam.
Hamish held him close as Wil attacked his neck. A hand slipped down Hamish's chest to his groin, making Hamish squeal. Wil was rather good at this, and Hamish wasn't sure just one night with Wil would be enough. His skin was burning with pleasure, and a stray finger slipping inside him made him squirm.
It was a long, slow fuck, full of the same passionate care that had fuelled Wil's actions before. Wil had his arms wrapped around Hamish's chest, holding him close as he thrust inside him. Hamish had never been fucked with such delicacy before, and the payout was worth it.
Hamish lay there in Wil's arms, finally ready for sleep. Wil gently kissed his neck, loving the way he felt in his arms. He wasn't sure he wanted to let him go. They snuggled close together in bed.
“Hmm, I think I want you to fuck me again,” Hamish murmured.
“You’d make me beg Adam again, just for you?” Wil said, running a hand through Hamish’s hair.
“I’d be there watching you. I reckon you’d look hot begging for sex.”
“You think I’d look hot doing anything.”
“Are you denying you’d look hot begging Adam for a fuck with me?”
“Maybe I am. Is that a problem?” Wil reached a hand down and scratched at his skin lightly as punishment.
“Depends on whether you do it wearing a thong and a corset.”
Wil cursed under his breath. Adam really hadn’t been lying when he’d said he’d told Hamish about all Wil’s kinks. “Fuck you and your corsets. Maybe you’re not worth a second go after all.”
“I think it’ll take more than one pathetic insult to wean you off me.” Hamish smiled, knowing he had him beaten.
“This may be true, but you’re still mine tonight, so I can tell Adam all about how naughty you’ve been tomorrow,” Wil said.
“For which he’ll praise me. Do try and keep up, Wil.”
Wil decided it was better not to fight. He pulled Hamish into a deep kiss and made do with the time he had left.
Wil still had his fingers meshed with Hamish’s long after Hamish had fallen asleep. But then Wil wasn’t asleep. His evening with Hamish was over. Tomorrow, Adam would come and claim Hamish back again and thank him for looking after him. They’d trade filthy stories over a few beers, and Wil would have to sit in silence and pretend his heart didn’t care.
Author: Sashataakheru
Fandom: AusComedy/The Chaser
Characters: Wil Anderson, Hamish Blake
Pairings: Wil/Hamish, implied Adam/Hamish and Adam/Wil
Word Count: 1,571
Warnings: kissing, biting, coarse language
Rating: FRM
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author's Notes: Sort of “sequel” in a very loose sense to Pick Up A Girl, Take Her Home. Also, Wil turned it angsty again. XD
Summary: While Adam was off fucking Craig, what happened to Wil and Hamish?
Unfamiliar Familiarity
Hamish stared across the table at Wil, who was doing a good job of getting much more spectacularly drunk than he was. Hamish had to stop looking at him. He always looked cute when he was drunk. He’d heard stories of Wil flirting with Adam when they were drunk, but Wil had never done so with him, so he figured he was probably safe. But I don’t want to be safe, his mind immediately protested. If Adam can play around, so can I.
With that, Hamish moved next to Wil, snuggling up against him. He was warm and giggly and drunk. Wil wrapped an arm around Hamish’s shoulder, leaning his head back against the wall.
“Tell me again why I need to be looked after tonight?” Hamish said.
“Cos Adam knows what’ll happen to you when you’re with me. An’ trust me, he’ll go mental if anything bad happens to you. So I get the honour of looking after his baby for him. That alright with you?” Wil said, still sounding gorgeous.
Hamish pouted. “I’m not a baby, Wil. I don’t need looking after. Why can’t I play around like he can?”
“Who said you weren’t allowed to play around with me?” Wil said, pondering turning to look at Hamish but deciding his body would not appreciate the sudden movement.
“So he can go out there and fuck anyone he wants, but all I get is you? I feel so hard done by,” Hamish said, half-faking his disappointment.
“You haven’t had me yet. Always wanted to, though, but he never let me. Was never allowed to touch you. Thinks you’re the most precious thing on earth. That’s why I’m lookin’ after you tonight,” Wil said.
Wil’s words jarred in Hamish’s mind. He frowned. It was not the reaction he had anticipated. “He won’t trust me with anyone else but you?” he said slowly.
“Only trusted you with me. Knew I’d keep all them drunken idiots away from you,” Wil said.
“You’re one of them drunken idiots, Wil,” Hamish said with a laugh.
“Not that drunk. Still coherent, aren’t I?” Wil said.
“Sort of. You’re cute when you’re pissed, you know,” Hamish said.
Wil grinned like an idiot and pulled Hamish close to him, wrapping his arms around him. “You gonna kiss me or what?” he murmured.
“Here? In the middle of a dingy pub?” Hamish smiled at the amusing image that created in his mind as he cuddled up to him.
“Why not? Don’t think I can move anywhere more private,” Wil admitted.
“I’m surprised you can move at all,” Hamish said, concealing a half-smile.
“Hey! M’not that drunk yet!”
“Prove to me you aren’t then.” Hamish sat up and met his glassy eyes.
“C’mon, I’m taking you home with me. Unless you like the idea of being fucked in a pub,” Wil said, in a rare moment of coherent decisiveness.
“Depends on who I’m fucking, doesn’t it?”
“Oh God, quit with the teasing already,” Wil begged, trying to pull Hamish close to him again. Hamish wriggled free and sat on the table instead, annoyingly out of reach. Wil’s hands grasped at empty air.
“Why? I like teasing you.” Hamish stared down at him, watching him trying to stand up. “Come on, I wanna play around, and you’re coming with me. How far do you think you can get, hmm?”
“‘S’far as you want me to go. ‘slong as I get to fuck you, though,” Wil said, trying to stop wobbling.
Hamish just laughed and wrapped an arm around Wil's shoulder as they staggered out of the pub together.
They caught a taxi home to Wil's place and did some more staggering before finally deciding that it wasn't worth the effort to move any further than the bed. Wil was beginning to sober up a little, while Hamish just snuggled up next to him.
“Hmm, you smell nice. C-can I? Can I see you?” Wil said, cupping his cheek lightly.
“See me? In what way? You're not actually blind drunk, are you?” Hamish said with a grin.
“Nah, not me. I dun get that drunk. I mean, you know. I want you, Hamish. Like, really want you. God, Adam's so lucky to have you. Lemme kiss you. Just once,” Wil said, running his tongue across his lips gently.
Hamish didn't reply. He stared into Wil's eyes, waiting for some sensible part of his mind to protest and stop him. Isn't that what usually happens in situations like this when you're about to betray your one true love? But that voice never came, and sick of waiting, Hamish decided to ignore it and kissed Wil.
A slow kiss soon quickened, and those hands began roaming. Hamish was surprised at what Wil was doing. He was clearly not Adam, and Wil seemed determined to make him realise this.
At some point, Hamish lost his shirt. He didn't care. Wil had rolled him onto his back as he leant over his chest, sucking and biting the skin to leave possessive red marks Adam would surely see the next morning. Hamish still wasn't sure if he was supposed to be proud of those marks or not.
Wil pinned him down, hands gripping his shoulders hard. Wil wasn't going to let this precious opportunity pass. He'd begged and begged for this one chance to be with Hamish and he wasn't going to waste it. He was also prepared to take things slowly for once. He kissed Hamish again, loving the way he tasted. He pulled away to look at his face, the reality of the situation still sinking in.
“God, you're beautiful, Hamish. I mean that. I almost don't want to touch you because I'm afraid of hurting you. Adam would kill me if I hurt you. Are you still okay with this? I mean, I wouldn't want to force you into anything,” Wil said, suddenly going all shy.
“Adam trusts you. That's good enough for me. Now are you going to get on with this? I'm not a fragile little man, you know. I won't break if you touch me,” Hamish said.
“Oh, Christ.” Wil had no more time to speak as Hamish pulled them into a kiss.
Hamish loved the careful attention Wil gave him. It was a different kind of delicacy that Adam gave him, and it was exquisite. Wil was worshipping him in the most tender and loving way that Hamish had ever experienced, even though Wil was still covering his skin with bite marks as he undressed them both.
As Wil progressed, Hamish noticed when what Wil was doing felt just like what Adam did. It seemed too much to be pure coincidence. Adam and Wil had slept together enough to pick up different techniques from each other. Hamish didn't mind at all. Perhaps it was the alcohol still affecting his mind, but it was when Wil did something different that Hamish was reminded he wasn't making out with Adam.
Hamish held him close as Wil attacked his neck. A hand slipped down Hamish's chest to his groin, making Hamish squeal. Wil was rather good at this, and Hamish wasn't sure just one night with Wil would be enough. His skin was burning with pleasure, and a stray finger slipping inside him made him squirm.
It was a long, slow fuck, full of the same passionate care that had fuelled Wil's actions before. Wil had his arms wrapped around Hamish's chest, holding him close as he thrust inside him. Hamish had never been fucked with such delicacy before, and the payout was worth it.
Hamish lay there in Wil's arms, finally ready for sleep. Wil gently kissed his neck, loving the way he felt in his arms. He wasn't sure he wanted to let him go. They snuggled close together in bed.
“Hmm, I think I want you to fuck me again,” Hamish murmured.
“You’d make me beg Adam again, just for you?” Wil said, running a hand through Hamish’s hair.
“I’d be there watching you. I reckon you’d look hot begging for sex.”
“You think I’d look hot doing anything.”
“Are you denying you’d look hot begging Adam for a fuck with me?”
“Maybe I am. Is that a problem?” Wil reached a hand down and scratched at his skin lightly as punishment.
“Depends on whether you do it wearing a thong and a corset.”
Wil cursed under his breath. Adam really hadn’t been lying when he’d said he’d told Hamish about all Wil’s kinks. “Fuck you and your corsets. Maybe you’re not worth a second go after all.”
“I think it’ll take more than one pathetic insult to wean you off me.” Hamish smiled, knowing he had him beaten.
“This may be true, but you’re still mine tonight, so I can tell Adam all about how naughty you’ve been tomorrow,” Wil said.
“For which he’ll praise me. Do try and keep up, Wil.”
Wil decided it was better not to fight. He pulled Hamish into a deep kiss and made do with the time he had left.
Wil still had his fingers meshed with Hamish’s long after Hamish had fallen asleep. But then Wil wasn’t asleep. His evening with Hamish was over. Tomorrow, Adam would come and claim Hamish back again and thank him for looking after him. They’d trade filthy stories over a few beers, and Wil would have to sit in silence and pretend his heart didn’t care.
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Date: 2008-05-22 12:13 am (UTC)You always make me feel so sorry for Wil. :( The poor thing, he needs to find someone else.
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Date: 2008-05-22 04:16 am (UTC)It's Wil's bloody fault, it is. He's too attached to them both to think straight. He also needs a smack across the head. XD