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ashererlic--
The Beach House
Rating – NC17
Fandom – Hannibal (tv)
Pairing – Hannigram
Disclaimer – I do own the copy write to this story, I do not own the plot or the characters. J
Warning – None. Mentioned Cannibalism but nothing too graphic. Actually, considering the show we should all just assume cannibalism is gonna happen in fic.
Kink List – Slight Public sex (though not really) Hannibal’s swim trunks.
Summary – After a rather snarly case; Hannibal drags Will to his Beach house in Texas. Things take an interesting turn that they might regret in the future but for now they can’t be bothered to worry about it at that exact moment.
a/n – This story is for Chesapeake-Cannibal on Tumblr. I had a Tumblr fan fic give away and she/he won one of the five fics I was giving away. Dear, Chesapeake-Cannibal; I do hope you enjoy this. Please let me know. Thank you.
Also, I picked Drakkar Noir by Guy Laroche for Hannibal’s preferred Cologne, and after reading the description, I almost want to buy a bottle for myself. Lol.
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“Okay,” Will sipped lightly at a Red Striped beer Hannibal had imported from Jamaica; “how’d you talk Jack into this little kidnapping?”
Hannibal is turned away from will poking at the steaks he’d put on the barbeque ten minutes ago. He too drank the same beer that Will had. The table was set, a cut salad waited in the fridge just inside and Hannibal had the umbrella up so that they wouldn’t be sitting directly in the, hot, afternoon, sun light.
Texas is far hotter than Will is used too. Maryland is cool most of the year, and very cold during the summer. It was odd to pack mostly shorts and short-sleeve t-shirts instead of jeans and heavy plaid, woolen, shirts and very heavy socks. Today, only their second, he wore board shorts with a very bright, yellow and red Hawaiian theme of big leaves. Upon first sight, Hannibal had to blink several times, he had gone to say something but them stopped himself; Will had to explain that the local Wall-Mart didn’t sell a lot of beach wear in Maryland. Hannibal simply chuckled and then shooed Will out onto the deck where he is now; sitting on a deck chair and slathering on the sunscreen.
“It didn’t take much effort,” Hannibal said, bringing Will back to their conversation. Will hoped he hadn’t dozed out or anything like that. Sometimes it happened and someone had to snap their fingers in front of his face or shake him a little to get him out of the trance-like state.
“Did Alana help?”
“A little,” Hannibal replied. He put the top of the barbeque back on so that the meat would cook evenly. The smoke wafted around them and mixed with the sea salt air that seemed to infuse with anything and everything. Will liked the smell, the view, even the sound. He’d been to the coast several times as a child thanks to his father always looking for work and only being able to fix motorboats. Will lived in everything from ramshackle shacks right on the beach, to houseboats that leaked horribly during storms. He’d gone almost every sort of fishing a young boy could be taken on during a long weekend, and had grown up on oyster stew; which is the only thing his Dad was ever able to cook with a margin of success.
“After your most recent sleep walking incident,” Hannibal now stood right beside him, his hand gently lain on Will’s shoulder. He had definitely let his mind wander that time. “Alana and I talked Jack around to this little excursion. He wasn’t too happy about it. I simply reminded him that if Wolf Traps local authorities found you sleep walking down the road again, you may not have any choice but go to one of the FBI’S own Psychiatrists and possibly be unable to work in the field. He was amenable afterwards.”
Will nodded, sipped his beer and sighed; “I don’t like field work.”
“I know.” Hannibal squeezed his shoulder lightly.
“I’m going to retire one day, to Florida. I’m going to work in a boat year, like my Dad.” Will didn’t know why he suddenly told Hannibal this. They weren’t working. They should be enjoying their time off.
“That sounds lovely,” Hannibal moved to sit on a deck chair not all that far from Will.
“If you ever retire, what will you do?” Will asked.
Hannibal gave him a simple raise of the right eyebrow; he sipped on his beer. “I suppose I shall compose an opus of some sort.” Hannibal had no intentions of retiring soon. There is still a bit of work to do and broken humans to put back together, or cook in the oven. Whichever came first.
Will nodded. They sat in silence for a few moments. Hannibal stood and traced his steps back to the barbeque to check their steaks.
“The Opera Lohengrin is playing at the Houston Opera house on Wednesday,” He hummed over the steaks.
“Do you have a date?” Will asked, and then smacked himself in the forehead. Luckily, Hannibal had his back to Will again and didn’t see. “I mean, uhhhh….” Will suddenly had no idea what Hannibal preferences were. If he was Gay, Straight, Pansexual, Asexual, Trans-sexual, or any other type of sexual people came up with these days. “I don’t want to be in the way or anything…” he finished rather lamely.
Hannibal chuckled; “I was not going to bring anyone home. In fact, I was hoping you would come with me. That is, if you want. I am unsure if you enjoy Opera.”
“I’m not cultured at all.” Will admitted.
“I enjoy an amazing Opera and Lohengrin is one of my favorites,” Hannibal explained.
“I’ll go. It may be fun. I’ve never tried it so I suppose I can give it a fair go.”
Hannibal turned the steaks, but when he turned back to Will, his lips twitched into his version of a smile. Will found it slightly off-putting. Hannibal had nice, straight, blindingly white teeth; he aught to be showing that smile off.
“I will call my Tailor and make an appointment for you tomorrow.” Hannibal said as he collected their empty beer bottles and then wondered off inside. Will relaxed on the deck chair and let out a huff of air.
“Opera?” he asked himself out loud. It is too late now to go back and tell Hannibal he wouldn’t attend. He didn’t like large crowds of people, but it made Hannibal happy to have company and he really couldn’t deny the man that small pleasure. After all, Hannibal was paying for this vacation and putting him up. It was the least he could do. And, he reminded himself; it wouldn’t be too bad, it would just be a lot of classic music and people singing in a foreign language. Loads of people listened to music sung in a different language. It wouldn’t be as bad as he was imagining.
He didn’t know how long he’d trailed off in his thoughts, trying to figure out how he’d keep his cool in the middle of a large crowd of rich people - because the middle class could hardly afford to go to the movie theaters, much less, an Opera – when the sliding glass door slid open briefly and Hannibal appeared with two more beer bottles. The difference being that Hannibal had taken the time to change from the khaki trousers and light blue dress shirt into a clingy, and rather small, swim trunk of a deep royal blue.
Will tried not to look at Hannibal’s rather impressive package as the man handed him one of the bottles.
“Would you fancy a swim before dinner?” Hannibal asked.
“I think I’m rather dizzy from the beer to risk swimming at the moment,” Will said; making an attempt at a rather lame joked. Hannibal, however, seemed rather amused, either at Will’s bad joke or that he kept catching Will looking at his…package…Will wasn’t sure.
Hannibal, instead of sitting on his previously abandoned chair, sat on the end of the deck chair which was in the reclined position and so there was plenty of room for both of them, even though Hannibal sat – practically – hip to hip with Will.
Will sighed; “Aaaahhh…”
“What’s wrong?” Hannibal asked as he lent inwards. Will swallowed, hard, and found himself moving backwards. Hannibal still invaded his space but Will couldn’t find it within himself to protest the movement. He could smell the sandalwood, lavender and spiced berries of Hannibal’s cologne. Hannibal is that close. Will knows simply by looking that the older man’s lips are softer than any fabric that exists in the world. The sudden desperation to kiss those lips take the lead over logic and his meets Hannibal’s in a single lightning moment.
Arms wrapped around bodies and chests bumped into each other and cocks came to life in seconds. Despite the hot weather, Will and Hannibal both felt as if their bodies were on fire. Hannibal’s hands went to Will’s boarder shorts and Will got on his knees, it was rather precarious, in order for Hannibal to pull them down. Will’s hands rubbed Hannibal’s back and roved over the man’s butt.
Hannibal is a powerhouse; one would never suspect that he was lean and muscular under the Armani, three piece suit, silken ties and shirts. There were times that Hannibal showed his power. The fisticuff he’d gotten into with the Music teacher is the only time Will ever remembers seeing Hannibal in a state other than perfect.
This, however, is entirely different.
Naked, Will lies under Hannibal, panting while the older man slowly pulls his own, tight, swim trunks off and allows it to pool on the deck beneath them. Will had never thought their relationship would come to this. It was exciting in the most elicit of ways. And he treasured the wrongness of it.
“Will,” Hannibal whispered his name and reached for the sunscreen. Will moved his legs so that Hannibal lay between each long limb. Hannibal slowly bit down on Will’s lower lip. Their kiss connecting them even as they moved; Will moaned and gasped as Hannibal gave Will a hand with his hard on. The fingers wrapped around soft flesh and Hannibal loved the feeling. The skin of Will’s cock felt like silk. It was exquisite. He slowly pumped the cock and milked several high-pitched moans from the man below him.
Will’s hips yanked upwards of their own accord and he couldn’t think of anything as the nice, firm fingers, worked his cock with the most professional grip Will had ever had the pleasure of feeling.
His eyes rolled around their sockets and he tried to keep them open so he could gaze lovingly – where did that come from? – up at Hannibal. But as an orgasm took him by surprise, his eyelids closed and he convulsed while Hannibal watched from above.
Their kiss finally broken due to this reaction; Hannibal watched, and smirked, amused and entirely too smitten with Will to mind the sudden onset of the orgasm. Will probably hadn’t enjoyed a good one for a very long time and Hannibal couldn’t find it within himself to be affronted by the reaction from his younger Lover.
Will groaned end blinked his eyes; “Hannibal…?”
“Yes?”
“Would you…ummm…inside me?” Will asked, shyly. Hannibal’s lips twitched in his version of a smile. He lent down again and kissed Will chastely on the tip of his nose.
“Are you sure?”
Will nodded.
Hannibal had to cum himself; watching Will have an orgasm made him hard. He may live alone and not have sexual partners, but Hannibal did not deny himself an orgasm in the shower or bed when the need overtook him and right now, the thought of being buried deep within Will is just too tempting to resist.
He squirts a goodly amount of sunscreen onto his hand, getting the goop all over. Will is boneless beneath him and willing, which is the most important thing, he whispers compliments in Will’s ear as a finger slowly teases at the rose bud entrance he’d soon occupy. He didn’t know what he was saying and Will isn’t paying attention. He’s far too taken by the sensation of Hannibal slowly pushing his finger inside, sliding it in and out, slowly and ever so right inside of him.
Hannibal slowly introduces a second finger and scissors Will open enough that he’d feel it for the rest of the evening until they did it a second time before bed. At least, that is Hannibal’s hope. Will huffed through the action and relaxed as much as he could. Hannibal slathered what sunscreen was still on his hand onto his cock, and seconds later he sank – cautiously – into Will.
He went only half an inch before he pulled out, he gave Will a few seconds to get his breath back before he pushed in, this time, a full inch. Will gave out a holler that sound part wounded animal and part bitch in heat. Hannibal decided for the latter one, because it made him hotter, that sound, and Will wasn’t trying to get away. He gasped and sobbed out words that didn’t make sense.
“Hannibal….please…now…” and the younger man’s cock was at full mast once again. Hannibal grabbed it and matched his hand movements to his thrusting. His pace is still slow, as molasses in winter, and Will would’ve loved for him to go faster than a race horse in the middle of the Kentucky Derby; however, Hannibal would rather not hurt Will during his first time, so it takes several heart stopping moments before he is fully inside Will.
“I can…feel it…” Will mutters, breathing hard.
“Good,” Hannibal grunts. He pulls out and roughly pushes in. He wants Will to ache, he wants to see it in the man’s gait. He wants Will to hiss as he sits down and cringe. He wants to take him out to dinner and watch Will try and hide it while people are watching and the just KNOW what the two have been at before dinner.
Which would be a nice secret to have during the Opera. William will look more than beautiful; squirming in his seat, dressed in a tuxedo that fits him like a glove and feeling Hannibal’s slippery seed inside him, during the three hours they’d be in public. Only the two of them know this and only Will try’s to hide his embarrassment. Which Hannibal will smooth away as soon as they are in the car and on their way home.
These thoughts have him pushing inwards one last time; he cums, thunderously, inside Will. They both yell out. Possibly each other’s names, possibly Will swears a blue streak, but either way Hannibal collapses on top of Will. The man below wraps his arms around Hannibal’s middle and they stay connected like that for several seconds before Will pokes him in the ribs.
“Is dinner burnt?” he asked.
“No, it’s about time to take them off. They’ll be perfect.” Hannibal pulls out, and without preamble he puts his swim trunks on again. Will goes for his, when Hannibal stops hi by grabbing his wrist.
“Will you keep yours off?” he asks.
Will thinks about saying “no” but…it’s too tempting to resist.
“All right,” he agrees. Hannibal smiles. He goes to retrieve the steaks while Will lend a hand by getting the plates and salad from inside. They have a nice dinner on the deck and while the sea salt air has cleansed the damning scent of sex from around them, Will can still gain a whiff of it every time he moves and a little semen stains the chair he sits in at the table, and all the while Hannibal smirks at him over the steak and salad.
Will eats, and hopes for a second round later that evening.
The sun set over the ocean is one they pay attention too despite their distracted thoughts focused on each other. All in all, Will is thankful for this vacation.
THE END