Fic: One Day
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disturbinglynicTitle: One Day
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
Pairing: Wesley/Riker
Rating: PG
Word Count: 509
Warnings: Wes is 17, underage is up to you. beware the fluff.
Summary: Just a sweet morning in bed.
Disclaimer: If I owned them then I wouldn't have to play with them in stories.
A/N: Written for the type: Eskimo prompt on my bingo card for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kissbingo
Eighth in the forbidden love series
So, this wasn't planned. I'm not gonna even hint at future stories anymore because these two are writing their own story, and I have no idea what's going on. Wesley, for instance, wanted this story to be from his POV. Brat.
He was awake before the alarm was set to go off. He was awake before Will. He was never awake before Will.
There was just enough light in Will’s quarters to see him. There was always some light on in Will’s quarters. It was enough for Wesley to sneak in and not run into something. It was enough for them to see each other before falling asleep.
He propped himself up and watched Will sleep for a few minutes. He couldn’t just watch, though. Gently, he ran his fingers through Will’s hair, and then brushed them lightly along his cheek.
Will stirred, and Wesley tried to feel bad about waking him up, but he just couldn’t. He never got to see Will wake up. He watched Will’s eyelids flutter before finally opening, and taking in Wesley watching him. He smiled at Wesley.
“You’re up before me.”
“Wow. Will. You’re powers of deduction are top notch first thing in the morning.” Will cuffed him in the back of the head.
“Brat.”
Wesley grinned and rolled on top of Will. He placed his nose and his upper lip to Will’s cheek, and breathed in. Then he did the same to the other cheek.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you Eskimo kisses.”
“Shouldn’t we be rubbing noses then?”
“That’s one way to do it. This is actually an Inuit greeting called a kunik, but explorers saw it and named it Eskimo kissing. Early culture changed it into the nose rubbing.” He rubbed noses with Will as he said that last part.
Will looked at him and smiled. Wesley knew that look. Most people hated when he said things like what he had just said. They would always give him a look. At first, he had thought that the look that Will had given him was similar. He had since learned that Will actually thought it was cute when he said stuff like that.
Will adored him. It showed in the look that he gave him. It was something that he noticed now. It was obvious, and he wondered how he had ever missed it.
He liked that Will adored him. It was too soon for anything else, at least now. One day it could be love and he hoped that one day it would be. Will made him happy.
His thoughts were interrupted by the alarm clock. He groaned and rolled off of Will. He hated sneaking around, but he knew that even if they could be open about their relationship, he wouldn’t want to just yet.
He knew that people wouldn’t understand their relationship. Not yet anyway. There would be a time when he could tell his mother and when they could tell everyone else, but not yet.
Will leaned over him and placed his nose and upper lip to Wesley’s cheek and breathed in. He did the same to Wesley’s other cheek, and then rubbed their noses together.
He kissed Wesley sweetly, and then, as if he had been inside of Wesley’s head, Will whispered in his ear.
“One day.”
Lasagna / Even Then
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
Pairing: Wesley/Riker
Rating: PG
Word Count: 509
Warnings: Wes is 17, underage is up to you. beware the fluff.
Summary: Just a sweet morning in bed.
Disclaimer: If I owned them then I wouldn't have to play with them in stories.
A/N: Written for the type: Eskimo prompt on my bingo card for
kissbingoEighth in the forbidden love series
So, this wasn't planned. I'm not gonna even hint at future stories anymore because these two are writing their own story, and I have no idea what's going on. Wesley, for instance, wanted this story to be from his POV. Brat.
He was awake before the alarm was set to go off. He was awake before Will. He was never awake before Will.
There was just enough light in Will’s quarters to see him. There was always some light on in Will’s quarters. It was enough for Wesley to sneak in and not run into something. It was enough for them to see each other before falling asleep.
He propped himself up and watched Will sleep for a few minutes. He couldn’t just watch, though. Gently, he ran his fingers through Will’s hair, and then brushed them lightly along his cheek.
Will stirred, and Wesley tried to feel bad about waking him up, but he just couldn’t. He never got to see Will wake up. He watched Will’s eyelids flutter before finally opening, and taking in Wesley watching him. He smiled at Wesley.
“You’re up before me.”
“Wow. Will. You’re powers of deduction are top notch first thing in the morning.” Will cuffed him in the back of the head.
“Brat.”
Wesley grinned and rolled on top of Will. He placed his nose and his upper lip to Will’s cheek, and breathed in. Then he did the same to the other cheek.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you Eskimo kisses.”
“Shouldn’t we be rubbing noses then?”
“That’s one way to do it. This is actually an Inuit greeting called a kunik, but explorers saw it and named it Eskimo kissing. Early culture changed it into the nose rubbing.” He rubbed noses with Will as he said that last part.
Will looked at him and smiled. Wesley knew that look. Most people hated when he said things like what he had just said. They would always give him a look. At first, he had thought that the look that Will had given him was similar. He had since learned that Will actually thought it was cute when he said stuff like that.
Will adored him. It showed in the look that he gave him. It was something that he noticed now. It was obvious, and he wondered how he had ever missed it.
He liked that Will adored him. It was too soon for anything else, at least now. One day it could be love and he hoped that one day it would be. Will made him happy.
His thoughts were interrupted by the alarm clock. He groaned and rolled off of Will. He hated sneaking around, but he knew that even if they could be open about their relationship, he wouldn’t want to just yet.
He knew that people wouldn’t understand their relationship. Not yet anyway. There would be a time when he could tell his mother and when they could tell everyone else, but not yet.
Will leaned over him and placed his nose and upper lip to Wesley’s cheek and breathed in. He did the same to Wesley’s other cheek, and then rubbed their noses together.
He kissed Wesley sweetly, and then, as if he had been inside of Wesley’s head, Will whispered in his ear.
“One day.”
Lasagna / Even Then
