Price of Fame

[ROUX]

Will tasted it, licking his lips as he looked back at Dav. "Exquisite - but it's not enough to make up for your absence on the couch. I wanna see your face when USA wins, darling!" He exclaimed, grinning before glancing in the other direction as the doorbell rang.


"Must be Camille," he explained, before running off to answer it.

 

[WrittenHollowness]

"Ask her if she wants a drink!" Davin called out. He'd prepared magaritas, martinis, and galore. Whenever Davin felt down he could always just cook the hurt away. And it was working...with every dish, he felt a little better. Will might have wanted him close, but Dav was going to keep distance for as long as he could. It still bothered him a little, for he wondered why Will couldn't trust him of all people.

 

[ROUX]

Sure enough, it was Camille...and she'd brought at least five other people so far. Will blinked, stepping back, but she whispered in his ear as the others stepped inside. "Don't worry, they're only here for the party," she said, winking at him before walking off. Party? What party? Will would have gone after her, but more people piled in through the front door. He recognized most of them, either from his high school or from other social events, and things as such.


"Hey Will! We missed this s*** ya know!" called out one of them, wearing a wild grin and decked out in team USA gear, accompanied by two girls that were grabbing on to him like leeches. "Nobody throws a party like you...bring me to the Jager!" he shouted the last part to his arm candy, before rushing off.


"Did we miss anything?" someone else asked, and Will shook his head. "Nah, it's still first half...1-0 America." He was glad he'd had time to decorate before the game - if not just to annoy Dav with all the flags everywhere - but he'd managed well. Would have been better if he'd known people were coming...


"Well hell," he groaned, knowing Davin was going to kill him. But he had to admit, he'd missed the excitement of a good party...and it was a world cup day. One little get - together wouldn't hurt right? It was a good thing they were watching the game on the big TV.


Will grabbed extra chairs and brought them to the living room, along with extra glasses, and attempted to keep up. He grabbed Cami on the way back, dragging her to a corner of the room.


"Camille, what did you do? Dav is going to murder my a**, you know he's still uneasy right now," he said, with a verity of exasperated hand motions. She only laughed, shaking her head at her friend.


"Will - don't even act like you're not enjoying this. Plus, I figured hosting a party would be the best way for you to get back into the swing of things, and introduce Dav to a portion of it. Its not like its the damn Blizzard for God's sake," she said, and and Will groaned.


"OK fine, you're right. I don't mind. But what about him?"


"I got this, Will. Just - entertain your guests, 'cause its halftime," she said, before going off towards the kitchen. Will groaned again, before going back to the living room, feeling like every time the girl said those three words something went wrong. He surveyed the area, which consisted of mostly loud american supporters, and then a small group of people rooting for Germany, looking pissed off by the score. He rubbed his hands together, a smile creeping across his face as he entered, drawing attention as he stood on top of the coffee table, and began shouting through a megaphone to get them even more excited.


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Seeing Davin at the stove, Camille ran up to him and gave him a hug. "Hi Dav! Need help? Cause there was a tiny change of plans, and well...we're gonna need more snacks," she said, before going to the pantry and grabbing five more bags of chips. As she poured them into large bowls, she could hear her friend addressing the party in the other room, getting them all to chant USA - probably while some poor soul did body shots.

 

[WrittenHollowness]

It was quiet when Will left to answer the door bell...


Too quiet. He continued to chop tgings here and add things there when he heard the collective hoots and hollers of several people rooting for America. Several went for the fridge, where his Pale Ale and some Apple Cider beer were. That he purchased. For himself.


"Touch it, and lose the ability to text!" He yelled out, pointing the extremely large butcher's knife at their fingers. The group backed away slowly as Camille walked into the kitchen.


"What the hell is this? Why are people heading for my beer? Not even William drinks it, so what makes you think these strange smelling hoodlums are getting mine?! And why aren't you dressed for Germany?!" Dav asked, swiping the bowls of chips away and placing them.within his bubble of space.

 

[ROUX]

"One word Davy boy : PARTAY!!!" Cami shouted in his ear before snatching the chips back and smirking at him. "I figured Will needed a bit of a push to get back in the swing of things - he certainly wasn't going to do it on his own. If you don't believe me...go see for yourself. He's a natural!" And with that, Camille disappeared back into the living room, and was immediately swarmed by grabby party-goers. She'd figure out a way to snatch the beer out from Davin's nose later...

 

[WrittenHollowness]

"Okay, Get the hell out of the kitchen! I will maim the next person who tries to eat this food!" He growled, causing people to run away with pieces of his toast in their mouths. Looking at the skewered nightmare, a part of him unhinged. "William....I need to talk to you!" He called out in a sing-song manner. He was gonna spit roast the man if he didn't give him an explanation for the flock of crows in his domain.

 

[ROUX]

Will, along with the rest of the crowd, groaned as Germany scored another goal, tying the score. Hearing Davin's overly calm request, he paled before walking into he kitchen with the most innocent expression he could manage, albeit the USA colors of face paint covering his cheeks ruined it a bit.


"Hi Dav! Did I mention everyone loooovveesss your chicken? You're the best," he said, smiling widely and hoping the man wouldn't shoot him on the spot.

 

[WrittenHollowness]

"Nice try, Jeeves. Tell me...at what point of my day was I cooking for 50? " Davin asked, placing the knife point-down into the wood of the chopping board. "I really would like to know why I have to defend my beer. You have some explaning to do baby." He said, leaning back to listen to his love.

 

[ROUX]

"From what I've heard, you do have good beer," the brunette started, then stopped when he saw the knife go down.


"Right. Well. I had no idea they were all coming - Cami said she was bringing one or two extra, not this many- and apparently, it's a bit of a welcome back party from her. Swear to God I didn't plan it," he said hastily.

 

[WrittenHollowness]

"I guess this means our date is null and void." Davin said, a tone of defeat in his voice. He looked up at Will, trying hard to keep away the scowl that kept trying to invade his face. Dav was trying, so hard, to fit into this life that his boyfriend left behind. But, he felt as if it was futile to even try to include himself.


"Okay, it's fine babe." Dav started, walking to the fridge and pulling out the oreo and nutella cheesecake he had secretly made the night before. As he cut it in squares, he painted on a face to try and look like he was ok. "Make sure Seanie is tended to. And let Cami know to prepare us the next time she wants to go all Benihara on plans." He picked each square up, added a dallop of whipped cream, and set it on a tray as finger food.

 

[ROUX]

Will sighed, grabbing Dav's wrist as it hovered over the tray, and shook his head.


"No, it's not. I...I can have everyone out before then," he said, feeling extremely guilty. "I know this might be a little much for you, and I should have just called it off before people could put invites in twitter and such.


Besides, you're working way too hard in here," he added, pulling the German away from the counter and kissing him softly.

 

[WrittenHollowness]

Davin thought about it, the easy route out. He decided against it, knowing that he wasn't a stickler for playing things safe. "Eh, I'm whining like I have PMS here. It's really fine, enjoy the guests." Davin said, lifting the tray. He whisked out of the door and hooted with the crowd. "ARE YOU READY FOR GERMANY TO KICK ASS???!!" he yelled out, passing the tray to a person who looked at him like he was crazy.


"I bet my beer on this game!"


Dav made his way through the crowd and found Sean. "Hey, why don't you help me in the kitchen?" he asked, holding his hand out for the kid.

 

[ROUX]

Will winced at Davin's announcement, but smiled as he saw the man getting into the swing of things at last. He walked down the hall, seeing that the party had spilled from the living room and kitchen into the back yard before he was tackled. Again.


"You've really got to stop doing that," he groaned as Camille sat on his chest laughing.


"But it's so much FUN!" She said between giggles, holding a slightly frosty can of bud light. "Is there a reason why you're still sober?" She asked him, gripping his shirt in her fist and swaying a little.


"Yup. To look after you," he shot back, trying to get up.

 

[WrittenHollowness]

Davin jept the food flowing and the people happy. His stock of beer proved to be very popular, along with his pulled pork sandwiches.


He stepped out for a second, leaving Sean with a bowl of frosting to lick. Finding Will and Cami on the ground, his smile faltered completely. "Hey....you guys." He said weakly, offering a hand to lift them up.

 

[ROUX]

Cami rolled off, but continued latching on to Will's neck like a koala, while Will took Dav's hand to pull himself up.


"She's totally drunk," he said in Davin's ear, and Camille swatted at him.


"I'm not drunk! I'm tipsy! Where is the vodka...?" She asked, wrapping her legs around Wills waist and glaring at him pointedly when he shook his head no.


"You're gonna get sick," he sniffed, giving up on attempting to pry her away.

 

[WrittenHollowness]

Davin looked at the girl attached to Will's body, then at Will himself. "I dont thimk I want to know." He stated, not even mentioning the way she hung on the man's waist. "Just...make sure she doesn't break anything."

 

[ROUX]

"Ha, only me," Will snorted before carrying her back inside. He walked up the stairs, shivering when Camille started biting his collarbone for some reason.


"Where," she purred against his neck, "Are you taking me?"


"Away from bad influences," he said to her, kicking open the door to his room and putting her on the bed.


"But Willlll, I'm finnneeeee," she said, still clinging to him. He scoffed, holding up a hand.


"How many fingers?" He asked, and she squinted.


"Those are fingers? Whatever. Can you at least stay?" She asked, pulling him closer to the bed.


He started to shake his head no, but gave up when Camille passed out anyway, still holding on to his neck, and he lay on the bed next to her, glaring at some guy who had peeked in the doorway and gave them the thumbs up.

 

[WrittenHollowness]

Davin sighed as he tried to quell everyones needs. Food, entertainment, keeping Sean occupied-- Davin didn't think he was having fun at all. It wasn't anyones fault, but he wanted to actually sit down today.

 

[ROUX]

After lying there next to his friend for a few minutes, Will got up and headed to the door. It locked from the inside, so it would keep people out until she woke back up.


He walked back downstairs, hoping to catch the last few mutes of game time, seeing that the score was still ties in extra time.

 

[WrittenHollowness]

Davin tossed beer bottles out into the crowd, keeping them at bay. The party wasn't too horrendous and the best part about the day was the fact that his hometeam was winning the game. "Well, this is obviously punishment enough." Davin said to himself, refering to his love. "He's gonna flip his wig....so I guess I can give him snuggles..." He trailed off, taking a seat in front of the television.

 

[ROUX]

"They scored again? But- arrghhhh..." Will flopped down on the couch next to Dav, giving him the evil eye.


"I leave for ten minutes, and this is what I get? Forget you," he said, punching Davin in the shoulder. The group of German supporters in the corner did make him laugh though, as they were being pelted by popcorn and other items of food as the game went on.

 

[WrittenHollowness]

"Well...I'll make a wager." Davin smirked, taking another sip of his larger. "If Germany wins, I'll do that thing you like. And if they lose, I'll do it anyway." He stuck his tongue out, making emphasis on how serious he was. "And you owe me stars babe. Promise?" He added, poking his lip out.

 

[ROUX]

Will leaned on his shoulder, glancing up at him with a smile. "Yeah, fair enough," He said, entwining his hand with Dav's free one as he turned his attention back to the screen.


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[WrittenHollowness]

Davin snickered to himself while his home team scored the winning goal. By then the party had become bent on drinking away their loss. Davin did a round to collect the money people had bet against him, totalling up to 450$. At the end of his excursion, he plopped himself doen on Will's lap, smiling. "You remembered your meds, right?" He asked, the Rx bottle in his pocket--just in case.

 

[ROUX]

"Yup..." he lied, too absorbed by the horror onscreen of Tim Howard letting a ball go through his legs. Will's nose twitched as his phone buzzed with the alert of his country's defeat, adding to his injured dignity, as he resisted the urge to throw the German off of his lap and mourn with the rest of the slowly dissipating drunken crowd.


"I hate you," he mumbled into Davin's chest, smiling in spite of himself. "We still have the Olympics you know. Well...I guess I won't be needing all this," he added evilly, gesturing to all the USA gear he'd donned earlier. He slowly removed his shirt, grinning the entire time, watching Davin's face.