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Price of Fame

Will smiled, pushing Davin into the couch. "I think," he said in-between kisses, wrapping a hand around the man's tie. "That I'll make a diplomat out of you yet," he finished, practically in Davin's lap now. "Want me to say 'I told you so' now or later?" He asked, laughing a bit as he trailed kisses along his partner's collarbone.
 
"Now please..." Davin whispered, almost stuttering when Will's kisses reached his neck. He purred in content, stretching back as his boyfriend sat in his lap. "Okay, love. I need casual clothing. Stat." He laughed, picking the man up and carrying him. "Where is your bed?" He asked, being a little evil with the way he asked.
 
"Up those stairs and the first door in the left," he said, pointing to the winding staircase, before he wrapped his fingers around his lover's neck. Don't make fun of my walls though," he smiled, thinking of the millions of photos he had put up there over the years.
 
Davin swung Will into his arms and carried him up the stairs, bridal style. "I could get used to doing this." he joked, reaching the top. When he walked them into the room, he was astonished. There were so many photos of William smiling and living. He looked happy. He spotted a few, his love beung younger and an unfamiliar man in the shot. Davin recognized him as Jasper, but said nothing of it. "Wow....these are really good." he gasped, reaching the more nonsencical shots of trees and fish and even trash. "You really have a gift." he smiled, setting the man down.
 
Will's cheeks reddened a bit as he hung on to Dav. "Thanks," he said, kissing his cheek. "You can borrow some of my stuff if you want, I had our clothes shipped to a hotel because I didn't know how things would go here," he explained.
 
Davin opened the underwear drawer and grinned widely. "Wow, babe. I didn't know you were that kind of guy!" He whooped, pulling out a pair of Armani Exchange briefs. "Would you like to dress me?" He asked, smiling.
 
Will snorted, knowing very well Dav just wanted him to undress him. He moved toward the man, slipping off Davin's jacket before undoing the tie, smirking as he did so. "What's mine is yours, hun, and whats yours is...probably out of season," Will commented, poking fun at Dav's nonexistent fashion sense as he began to unbutton his lover's shirt.
 
"Out of season is so comfortable." Davin shot back, undoing his cuff links. "The freedom to wear what I want is gone, isn't it?" he asked, acting totally oblivious to the 'what's yours is mine' comment. Will had never spoken like that. Ever. 'What is he getting at with that phrase? We aren't married...'


His thoughts stopped there. He had never given thought to the prospect of marriage. Davin knew that Will was the only person he'd ever want or even live with at this point. But being married? That wasn't even concieved as a thought until that moment. As he took off his shirt, Davin wondered if he was ready to give his everything to William.
 
"Of course not," Will responded, thinking it over. "I wouldn't want you to change one bit...but you cant go around in your underwear anymore you know," he chuckled, hooking his fingers in Dav's slacks and sliding them off his hips. "Not that I don't like seeing you in your underwear..."


He trailed off when his phone started ringing again. His face lit up as he looked at the screen, and he glanced back at Davin. "Mind If I take this?"
 
"Not at all." Davin smiled, snickering at the prospect of underwear. He was glad he donned his trusty comic book "POW!" underpants, picking out a pair of jeans that were a little big for Will's slender waist.
 
"Hello?" He answered, and a delighted shriek immediately sounded in his ear, actually causing him to hold his phone a bit farther away.


"Jesus Christ you-"


"WILL!!!!!!!!"


He winced again, but couldn't help laugh at his best friend's reaction.


"Where are you? where have you been? When can I see you? Wait don't answer that, I'm coming to find you RIGHT NOW," she said, not even letting him get a word in.


"I'm at the house," he said, not even bothering to try and answer her million questions over the phone. "Wanna go for lunch?"


"Are you kidding? I'll pick you up," she agreed, before hanging up on him.


Will shook his head with a grin and pocketed the phone, taking off his own suit and trading it for a white polo and aqua colored pants, looking up at Davin as he tied the laces on one of his Sperrys. "You up for some more fun?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
 
"Yeah...who was that?" Davin asked, having donned a black v-neck and the only thin hoodie in Will's closet. All of his clothes were a little tight, hugging everything. It was odd, compared to his slightly baggier clothing back in Winstrom. "And don't you own a pair of sneakers?" he asked, stealing a pair of flip flops from the shoe rack.
 
"That," He answered happily, "Was my best friend. And she's picking us up for lunch apparently," He said, moving to the mirror and fixing his hair again, growling when a certain strand wouldn't fall into place. "You'll love her - you two are just alike," he mused, thinking of the similarities already.


"And I haven't worn sneakers since I stopped playing tennis," Will added, sticking his tongue out.
 
"Alrighty then...when is she supposed to be here?" Davin asked. He was already on a roll with Will's parents. He scuffled his feet along the floor, jumping at the sound of loud knocking and a woman screaming. "I guess that answers my question." he mumbled, looking to Will for guidance.
 
"Follow me, before she breaks the damn door down," He laughed, exiting the room and bounding down the stairs, only to be super-glomped by his bestie.


"Cami! How - eh - how did you get in here?" he asked as Camille kissed his cheek then proceeded to squeeze the life out of him. She stepped back, hands on her hips as she looked him up and down, before waving a house key in his face. "You forgot about this, did you?" she asked, giggling as she returned it to her purse. "I wouldn't be surprised if ya did, since you just decided to dissapear for five years...where were you by the way?" she asked, him, raising a brow expectantly. "I'm pretty sure your parent's didn't keep you on the island for that long."


Will sighed, opening his mouth to explain before she slammed a hand over it, looking back up the stairs in surprise. "Who," she asked with a sly little grin, "Is that delicious looking piece of man meat?"
 
"The future Mr. Sanderson." Davin sneered, giving the leggy girl a once over. "Who are you, and why does she have a house key?" He asked, feeling a little jealous at the fact that she could hang over Will like a sheet. He was also intimidated by their closeness, which --judging by the way she clung to his boyfriend-- seemed a tad bit more than friendly.
 
"Dav, be nice," Will gave him a look, a bit surprised at his partner's reaction.


"This is Camille Edwards - we've known each other since second grade...she's sneaked in so many times I figured I'd just give her free reign," He winked at her, before walking to Davin and taking his hand, squeezing it and hoping whatever thought had bothered the man would go away.


"Whatever bae," Camille shrugged, turning and snapping her fingers as she headed for the door. "Come on lovebirds, Ben's in the car waiting for us..."


Will followed her, pulling Davin along with him. He hoped Davin would calm down, because provoking Cami's wrath was an unimaginable horror - he'd done it once or twice himself, and seriously regretted it.


"Future Mr. Sanderson, huh?" he whispered into his lovers ear, smirking possessively.
 
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Davin settled a bit when Will took his hand. "Damn, this entire city makes me edgy." He sighed. And it was true. Cameras, confessions, and crazy friends were going to be the death of him. "So, ehat are we eating?" He asked Cam, offering her a smile of peace. "I am really picky about the way food tastes. I'm becoming a certified chef at the end of the week, after all." he bragged, feeling up to a game of "I'm Bigger". The girl seemed a lot like him, so he knew it'd be friendly sport.
 
"Really?" She mused, opening the door to her jaguar and smirking back at him. Of course, she saw exactly what he was doing, and she neatly beat him at his own game.


"Maybe I'll start a new line of designer Chef hats, just for you. Though it might take a long time...fashion week is coming, and I'll be very busy getting my models to France for a Guess campaign. After all, they love me there," she said, turning the key and starting the ignition. Will shook his head, not even wanting to get involved between the two of them as he got in. "If you absolutely must know, we're heading to Tavern on the Green for brunch," she added.


A blonde guy with perfectly fauxed hair turned in his seat as Will entered the car, a lazy grin covering his face.


"So...the king is back," he said, eyeing Will before flicking his gaze to Davin. "Oh? And he has a queen?"


" Very funny. Nice to see you too, Ben," Will chuckled, socking him in the shoulder playfully. "Are you two...?" He motioned to him and Cami, and Ben shook his head. "Nah, I'm still with Gwen."


"Ugh," Camille said, eyeing her blonde friend. "You could do soooo much better. Anyway, thats Dav, Will's boyfriend from...?" She trailed off, looking at Davin in the mirror, obviously expecting him to finish her sentence.
 
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"This Queen hails from Unknown Parts of Germany." Davin replied, smirking. "Don't mind if I sound nippy. Jet lag, ya know?" He stated, giving his boyfriend's hand a squeeze. Will's friends seemed odd to him. They were too...vibrant. he was used to a more calm and collected crowd, but wasn't turned off by them. On the contrary, he was amised and wanted to know more.
 
Will leaned his head on Davin's shoulder as his friends bickered in the front seat about Ben's girlfriend of choice. Her lag was right...he nearly dozed off again before he heard his name being called. Ben was turned around in his seat yet again, giving him a smile that could only mean one thing - trouble.


"Hey Will, does this mean you're finally giving up on the the trail of roses? You were getting so close to beating the Vanderbilt's record -"


Will shot up in his seat, cutting him off. "BEN. Not the place, and so not the time," he said, the tips of his ears redding as he panicked. Thank God Davin had no idea what Ben was talking about, because if he did...well, the man probably wouldn't want to stay in the same state as him, let alone the same building.


Ben only shrugged, totally oblivious, and Cami smacked him over the head when they reached a light. 'What were you thinking?!" She hissed, glaring at him.


"I don't know," Ben said sheepishly. "He was pretty focused on it when he left for the island, and I was curious..."


"You don't have to be curious in front of his BOYFRIEND you idiot," she said, before realizing both residents in he back seat were staring at her. She smiled, waving her hand like nothing was wrong before turning back to the wheel.


'Please don't ask, please don't ask, please don't ask,' Will begged to some unknown entity in his head, sinking down in his seat and trying not to look at Davin.


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"So....you garden? I'm so confused....why are roses important?" Davin asked, feeling lost. He really just wanted to feel like part of the conversation, after hearing about polo matched and champagne filled shopping trips. He smiled weakly at Will, hoping it wasn't a big deal.
 
Will just stared at Davin blankly, matching the other's expressions perfectly at his lover's comment, before he started to laugh. He put his head back on Dav's shoulder and laughed so hard he cried, finding the situation so close to exploding then turned completely around by his confused partner was just so terribly amusing. He knew he appeared crazy at the moment, but he didn't care as he was to busy reveling in the wonderfulness on Davin's lack of Upper East Side lingo. "It's nothing hun...nothing at all," he reassured Dav, knowing full well that he was lying, but figuring it was for the man's own good.


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"I know that tone. I counter by witholding on sex." Davin wasn't born yesterday. Will usually didn't lie to him--at least not outright. It bothered Davin. Had Will been hobest, it would be over by now. But, it would be a problem and he'd be sure to deal out a fitting punishment when he got answers. Dav sat and fumed, staring out into the skyline.
 
"Oh come on Dav, can we not do this right now...please?" He was guilty enough without having to be observed by his childhood friends while Davin shunned him for withholding truth. "Just trust me - you don't want to know, alright?" He tried hooking his arm under Dav's, hoping the man would let it go.


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