It didn't seem like it was going to take a lot of finagling to launch Operation Zipless Fuck. Brent was pretty clearly already interested, so all Will had to do was set things in motion. Subtly, though, leaving an emergency exit in place just in case Will was wrong about things. He'd just lay out a series of choices designed to move them ever closer to the nearest private horizontal surface, and he'd let Brent choose his own adventure. If at any point, Brent chose the "public and vertical" option in the decision tree, Will could just let the whole thing drop. They'd talk work, go their separate ways, and Will would finish off the evening with a couple of beers and some quality alone time, during which he would courteously try not to think too much about Brent and what they would have been doing in an alternate universe version of the decision tree. Will was pretty sure that wasn't how it was going to go, however.

“Are you done for the day here? If so, there’s a coffee place I really like not far from my place. I could cash in your selfless offer there?” Will gave Brent a smile that was designed to remind him that Alphas weren’t the only ones who knew how to turn on the charm. 

The smile had an immediate effect. Brent looked briefly paralyzed and then nodded as he reached into his pocket for his car keys without ever breaking eye contact. “I’ll drive," he offered hoarsely.

"No, we should take two cars-- I'm not coming back to the station after..." Will said with deliberate ambiguity and gave Brent directions to the coffee place. As he climbed into his car, Will felt slightly smug over the success of his seduction efforts so far-- he'd practically been able to see Brent's heart thumping under his shirt like in a cartoon. Well, maybe not his heart, exactly. And maybe not his shirt.

The coffee place near Will’s was crowded, as Will had known it would be, so at Will’s oh so off-the-cuff suggestion, they decided to walk and drink their coffees instead of waiting for a table, and the walk coincidentally took them straight towards Will’s townhouse. Will casually identified his place to Brent, and then asked him if he would perhaps like to go inside where they could sit and drink their coffees and discuss work in comfort. Brent, as it happened, was amenable to the idea of a visit to Will's place. Will led the way up the steps of his stoop and got his keys out, noting that his hand was impressively steady as he unlocked the door, despite the fact that he was getting very keyed up as his brain busily tried to calculate how many more decision nodes lay between him and getting laid.

Will let Brent get all the way inside the foyer and closed the door fully behind him, waiting an extra beat to take a calming breath because his heartbeat was pounding in his ears and a couple of other places, and then he turned to point Brent towards the living room. There was no need to formulate the next set of options. They flew together right where they were--Will had no idea who started it. Will waited until they had stumbled to the sofa, barefoot and shirtless, forgotten coffee rapidly cooling on the table in the entryway, and then he spoke. Time to address the elephant in the room. This hurry to strip each other was a pretty solid indication that they had the same activity in mind for their immediate future, and it wasn't a quick game of Uno or a review of the facts in the Suarez case, so Will launched the standard script for these occasions.

“Brent, wait, to be clear, before things go further, I was serious about not dating. I’m not looking for anything ongoing. This is just for tonight. A one-time thing. To clear the tension. Is that cool?”

Brent gave him a slightly arrested look, or maybe Will just imagined it, because Brent gamely gave the chivalrous version of the ritual response, which was: “if that's what you want.” Will liked that more than “Yeah, cool,” because it implied that the other person perhaps, just maybe, would have liked things to continue, but, being courteous and urbane, was willing settle for a single night without argument. This was more flattering than communicating that the lack of desire to hook up in the future was entirely mutual. Will mentally toasted Brent’s good manners. Ritual concluded, he reached up and pulled Brent’s head down to his, kissing him hungrily. 

Brent groaned and wrapped an arm around Will to pull him closer. The arm was so heavy and hard and warm against Will’s back that he felt his dick twitch enthusiastically against Brent's body, telling on him, as Brent gave him just enough of a squeeze. Unnf. Brent was big. Big all over. Warm all over. Hard all over. Yes, this was shaping up to be a very, very good idea. Bless you, Erica Jong.

While Will had the chance, he was going to settle something for himself. The eyes. What color were they?

Will pulled away from the kiss to check, but Brent had his lids at half-mast, and Will still couldn’t get a good look. Damn. He’d have to remember to get a gander at them later. He slid his hands into Brent’s thick hair and kissed him like a sailor on shore leave for a moment before lowering his hands to work at the hooks and clasps of Brent’s pants.

Very, very close to those clasps, directly behind them even, was the head of a cock that had unprecedented stats in Will’s personal experience. He’d always figured that the tales of Alphan endowments were mainly embellished via generations of Alphist propaganda, but he had to be fair. This was an absolutely massive dick. He was glad all over again that he’d chosen door number two, plan-wise. Will wasn’t entirely sure how he was going to get this thing inside door number one yet, but he was going to have fun trying.

As soon as Will got Brent’s trousers unfastened and reached inside, however, Brent reached down and stopped him after just one small stroke. Not before Will had gotten a more precise understanding of the scale of the situation, though. If he’d gambled wrong and Brent wasn’t a good lover, he’d have to call the whole thing off, because without patience, lube, and a good amount of dirty talk, he wouldn’t be able to take that dick without pain. They were about to see whether Brent was inclined to demonstrate the necessary attentiveness…Will didn’t do pain and suffering when he bottomed. Or when he topped, for that matter. Either it felt good to both of them at the same time, or it wasn’t happening.

Will arched an eyebrow to ask what was up with the unscheduled break and waited, hands still for the moment.

“There’s that sardonic brow again,” observed Brent, with his big hand still wrapped around one of Will’s wrists.

“Why are we stopping? I’ve got plenty of condoms and lube upstairs, if that’s why,” Will said, gesturing with his head towards the bedroom.

“We’re not stopping, we’re slowing. If I’m only getting one night, I don’t want to rush,” said Brent, in a low, intent voice, bending to kiss Will again with slow, searching sweeps of his tongue. Ooof, right words again, Brent. This guy was dangerously smooth and easy, and entirely too good at kissing. Will found it increasingly difficult to think as Brent bit at his lips and lured him into venturing his tongue back into his visitor's mouth, which was heated and satiny and pleasantly coffee-flavored. When Brent broke away and began to kiss and nuzzle the underside of his jaw, Will lifted his chin to allow better access, feeling his body going soft everywhere but his throbbing cock. Brent worked his way down the front of Will's throat, catching at his adam’s apple lightly with teeth, tonguing the hollow between his clavicles, and then coming back up the side of his neck and tugging at his ear lobe. Will heard himself huffing in pleasure, felt himself shivering even as he felt his skin flush and he wondered at himself. He did not usually melt right down like this for anyone, and definitely not during a casual thing.

Brent lifted his head and surveyed Will’s response to him. “Oh, look at you. Damn. Look at that blush. You're gorgeous.”

To his frustration, Will felt himself blush harder, as if his skin was eager to please its admirer. Damn it, this was not on the one night stand script. A couple of broad compliments to get the ball rolling, “you’re so hot,” “can’t wait to fuck you,” “you’ve got a really nice body,” maybe something generic like, “You have pretty eyes”–that was expected. It wasn’t supposed to be about blushing. You weren’t supposed to use over-the-top adjectives like gorgeous.

“You smell like heaven, too,” added Brent, once again going off-script to inhale spots on Will’s neck and at the top of his head. Okay, weird. In point of fact, Will did not enjoy smelling like things, so his body wash and face soap smelled faintly of sweetened oatmeal and nothing else and his deodorant was barely scented. The goal was to smell like nothing much, neither sweaty human body nor any cologne spray named after weapons or animals. Will had a couple of bottles of nice cologne he’d gotten as gifts from exes, and he’d worn whatever they’d given him from time to time to please them, and sometimes he splashed a little on for fancy occasions, but mostly it made his nose itch, so it gathered dust. So while Will was used to compliments on his face or body, he honestly didn’t think he’d ever been complimented on his smell. He was irritated to discover that he was preening slightly over it.  

To get things back into his comfort zone and figuring they’d slowed down for long enough, he tugged at his wrist so Brent would let go and he could get his hand inside Brent’s pants. Brent did not let go. Instead, he lifted Will’s hand to his shoulder and pressed it there, clearly communicating that this was where he preferred to be touched for the time being. Will's brow folded in confusion. What had he done wrong? Who in the hell doesn’t want their dick touched? Will wondered. It’s not like he’d been doing substandard work, he’d barely gotten started when Brent had caught his wrist. 

If Brent wanted to be touched somewhere else, though, Will was ready to be good, giving, and game. It was just that this felt kind of... intimate... for a quick hook-up. Which was silly to worry about considering how many places inside and outside of his own body he was ready to let Brent thoroughly explore, but still. Will's comfort zones for touching very temporary partners were below the belt and above the collar, clearly. That was certainly where he had spent the most time learning how to make other men feel good, and they were also areas where the motivations behind a person's touch were utterly unambiguous, so Will's preferences made a kind of sense, but he wasn't sure he'd ever noticed this about himself before. He also wasn't sure it was a checkmark in the column for optimal emotional health.

Almost shyly, Will opened his hand, which had been loosely balled, and pressed his palm against the top of Brent’s shoulder, feeling the firm muscles and heated skin beneath his hand, and Will's eyes rolled up slightly, unease converting rapidly into increased arousal. Nnngh. Nice. He experimentally ran his hand the length of Brent’s shoulder and then gripped the swell of muscle in his upper arm. Ohhh, fuck. Very nice. Too nice. His head dropped back as Brent kissed him heatedly while making hoarse sounds that indicated that Will’s touch, although relatively chaste, was very, very pleasing to him. Okay, Brent, if that’s what you’re into, then we’ll do that. Will would have been willing to do a lot more than stroking a shoulder or two if meant Brent would keep making those very motivating noises.

Selflessly, Will lifted his other hand to the opposite shoulder and explored that side, too. Then he ran them over Brent’s broad, lean back, feeling the strength of it, stroking that expanse of warm male skin with extravagant care, not missing an inch, because that was what Brent was into. He slid a hand up the back of Brent’s neck, and into the short, velvety cropped hair at his hairline and splayed his fingers to hold Brent’s head against him as Brent leaned him backwards against the cushions and tongued one of his nipples, then sucked on it, and caught it in his teeth and pulled just hard enough to make Will gasp out a “fuck!” of approval.