@korezni said : ' there is no end to our story . '
he’s no stranger to being haunted ------ of having the memory of a person constantly hovering over his mind , making it damn near impossible to focus on his other pursuits. georgie had haunted him for most of his life ever since his untimely death , but this ? was it possible to be haunted by someone who was still on this earth ? its been almost a year since he last found himself on a sound - stage , the adaption of his most recent book , joanna , the latest addition to his growing collection of works. it’s been a year since he’s found himself in california , currently traveling around the globe for his book tour , busying himself with signing copies of his new book & doing press conference after press conference. it’s been almost a year since that fateful day in nikolai’s apartment , where they had shared wine , pizza ------ a dance , the memory of his warm , sweet lips on his skin enough to cover his arms in goosebumps. even after all this time , that evening still manages to take his breath away , remembering it fondly like it happened over a decade ago rather than a year. christ , there’s so much that bill regrets in regards to his life , many of them revolving around his younger brother georgie , but oh , he regrets the lack of action he took during that last day before the ravkan heir left back for his home country. the setting couldn’t have been more perfect ------ bodies were already close , feelings they both obviously shared for one another practically laid out in the way he kissed his temple & cheek so sweetly. bill remembers how his heart damn near had a heart attack at such sweet , lovely actions , unsure the last time anyone’s ever been that deliberately slow & sweet with him. in the world of money & hollywood , it was all about getting through things as fast as you can , move on to the next best thing while you still could. bill was more than used to this sort of pace , it’s probably why spending time with the ravkan royal was so appealing in the first place. hell , he finds his cheeks burning as the memories of the past few years begins to take shape in his mind , many coffees & dinners shared along with lots of laughs , the two at ease whenever in each other’s vicinity ; unafraid. bill hasn’t felt that sort of freedom since nikolai left , & if there was any way he could go back in time , go back to that fateful night they danced to the soft , crooning voice of that andy williams record , then maybe , just maybe , he could have convinced him to stay. he could have been man enough to tell nik just how much he wanted him here with him , how much he wished he could just share a place with him , a place they could make their own , have pizza & wine almost every damn day if they wanted. if he could change the way that night went , rather than watch him leave his life , he would have reached for that leather gloved hand of his , pulling him into that long awaited kiss movie audiences yearn to see , really sending it home how much he cared ------ how much he loved him.
christ , he really , really loved him , didn’t he ?
even with nikolai now back in ravka , they still managed to stay in contact with one another to some degree. there’s been phone calls here & there whenever nik was granted a chance , the sound of his voice filling the author with a pleasurable relief , like a refreshing breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. nik calling him meant he was okay , that things were , in a general sense , okay in his country. but as much as he loved hearing his voice , english now perfected with an accent still laced around certain words & vowels ( something bill can’t help but find utterly attractive ) , it wasn’t the same as having him physically here. bill missed having him only a few minutes away , able to visit him whenever he pleased or have nik visit him on set , usually with the intention of whisking him away. they’ve done that together so many times over the last few years , that bill didn’t realize how much he took those moments for granted. without a movie to be made , there was no chance for them to do those things anymore & hell , what he wouldn’t give to go back to the simple life all over again. well , as simple as it could be for them anyways. at least his own life was busy with his book tour , the writer unsure how he’d be able to cope with it all if he wasn’t consistently working day in & day out. thankfully , a silver lining in the form of good news from susan was the opportunity he was waiting for. his latest book , joanna , was picked up by warner bros. & preparing for production in the fall , with bill meant to write the screenplay. gosh , when bill heard the news , he was damn near elated , ecstatic ! he almost kissed susan right then & there , it was such wonderful news ! bill could care less about the fact that they were planning on churning out another movie based on one of his stories , but maybe , just maybe , this could mean that a certain someone might return from his country’s pursuits , diving back into his love for western media & movies ; his love for bill’s books , which was what brought them together in the first place. bill could only hope that this meant they would see each other again. please , he remembers thinking , damn near praying every night a few days before the first filming day. please , come back. please come back to me.
bill had tried to call nik about the movie , but had been left with his answering machine almost every time. this wasn’t completely out of the ordinary , considering just how busy he tended to be , but it did leave the author a tad bit worried. maybe he’s too busy with his country’s work , began a thought , too busy to worry himself with another stupid american movie. it was a total , logical possibility , one that made bill sick to his stomach. christ , the thought of not seeing nik & having to go through this whole production hell all on his own ? well , fuck that , he thought quietly , but he couldn’t lose hope. not yet , anyway. so he would wait , wait patiently until that fateful day he’d find himself back in the southern part of california , nerves buzzing in his stomach as he steps back onto that fateful sound - stage once more , not at all prepared from what was about to unfold. a few familiar faces were found as he ventured deeper onto the lot , bill offering smiles & polite waves as he passed , happy to see them of course , but ------ they weren’t who he was looking for. it was early in the morning still , & bill had already looped around the lot twice with no sight of the ravakan royal , a fact that made his heart grow heavy , his face drooping with disappointment & growing sadness. he cares about his country. he knows where his responsibilities lie , came a thought in his head , & while bill completely understands , there’s no hiding the pain he begins to feel radiate deep in his chest. he’s about ready to give up & go back to work , ready to meet the new director for this production , when he turns & notices a familiar , tall figure , standing just a couple of feet away from him. his black coat was hard to mistake even from this distance , black gloves covering his hands , hair perfectly done with perfect features so distracting , you hardly noticed the scars that were littered across porcelain skin. bill feels the air damn near get knocked out of him just at the sight , having to lift his glasses & rub his eyes ------ assure himself this wasn’t some sort of mirage or illusion. & thank god it wasn’t , lenses returned over his eyes to see that the prince , king , whatever he was , was still there , bright , beaming smile ever present over his features , drawing bill in as he finds himself moving over to him , determination now set in. nikolai opens his mouth to speak , saying something damn poetic , ‘ there is no end to our story , ‘ or whatever , but bill barely hears it. he’s been waiting for this moment for what feels like a long time. he’s hoped & prayed for some small chance that he’d see the royal once again , & he told himself the minute he did , he planned to do what he couldn’t do in that nearly empty apartment almost over a year ago. nikolai talks & bill is determined to silence him , hands reaching for either side sof his face & tugging him down to meet his height until their lips finally greet each other in a long awaited kiss the movie audience has been waiting for.
the whole action is a little clumsy at first , bill slightly stumbling into him a little as the sensation almost makes the writer fall over like some love - struck teen , but he manages , the king’s support enough to keep him steady. & then he finds himself melting into him , nik kissing him back , giving bill the courage to deepen it , even go as far as let his tongue brush along his bottom lip. what a bold man he was ! it didn’t matter to him that they were in the middle of the production lot where everyone could see them , both men were never the type to shy away from their loving affection & bill’s sure the rest of the crew had been waiting for this moment to happen for a long , long time. lungs cry out for air & bill finally parts away from the royal , emotional tears beginning to bud in his eyes , making the blue color in them spakle as the fondness grows into love , has always been love , as he gaze at him. ❝ you came back , ❞ bill manages to say , voice breaking a bit as he kisses nikolai again , very briefly before pulling him into a tight embrace , arms wrapping around his shoulders , uncertain if he could ever bare to let him go. he definitely couldn’t. ❝ you came back to me. ❞ god , bill realizes he must look & sound like a complete mess , but he didn’t care. this was their moment , their perfect movie moment & he was going to enjoy this for a long as he was able. ❝ gosh , nik. i’m sorry. i’m sorry i let you go. please ------ i don’t want you to go away again , okay ? stay this time ? ❞ as he pleads , he keeps the royal in his embrace , arms loosening slightly to allow him the choice to move if he so desired. hopefully , this would be the movie to make nikolai stay once it was over. bill isn’t sure how he is meant to go on without him , not if he wasn’t by his side.
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