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It's the end of a very long night, but a very successful one, if Lito says so himself. Dressed in a red dress that hugs everything so tightly that a pimple might show through it and with heels that make him tower above the rest, Lito has had no problem finding plenty of company to keep him occupied with hands and mouth. The trouble is that he finds no pleasure in being touched in this body and giving it seems strange not having Hernando on the other end. It's why he's so disappointed by the end of the night, taking off the heels in his apartment and rubbing his feet while trying to tug down the dress that's been rucked up.

In addition, Lito is so very, very drunk. And, as he well knows, he tends to get a bit clingy when he drinks. "Will," Lito complains with a whine, head lolling to the side and much more hair than he's used to cascading over his shoulder. "Will, where are you?" he mumbles, seeing as Will had walked him home. He stretches out his body and reaches out like a child. "I need you. I need you more than I have ever needed anyone," he laments dramatically.

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Clubbing has never been Will's preferred way to spend a night out, but the evening hasn't gone as badly as he had feared it might. Still, he's glad to be back at Lito's apartment, where it's quiet and clean and he doesn't have to deal with the awkwardness of any shared sensations while 'Lito' gets hit on by guy after guy.

He pauses on his way into the apartment, wondering what to do with Lito's new purse that he's ended up carrying at some point on their walk home. But then he hears Lito calling for him and he follows after the noise like a loyal retriever.

"Hold on, I'm right here. I haven't left yet." It's hard not to smile in amusement when Lito is being like this. Will's had more than a few beers himself over the course of the evening, but he's not even half as drunk as Lito is. But even in this state, 'Lito' still looks as though he should be on the cover of one of those women's fashion magazines. "Can I, uh, can I get you anything? Water? Toothbrush?"

He shakes his head, curling his bare toes under himself as he reaches out and leans forward to tangle up his fingers in Will's shirt, more than pleased that he's physically here instead of just in his head. It shouldn't make a difference because it feels the same, but somehow it does.

Leaning back, Lito tries to use gravity to help tumble Will onto the couch, giving a satisfied noise. "Maybe later," he says. "For now, I just want to be held without knowing someone is trying to get in my pants."

Will allows Lito to pull him down onto the couch, too tired and drunk to bother resisting. He quickly throws the black clutch bag onto the coffee table so that he doesn't have to think about it any more.

He supposes it won't hurt to indulge Lito for a short while. In both their chests he can feel the empty weight of loneliness. It's a feeling they've both become well-acquainted with since being separated from the ones they love most.

"It's alright," Will says softly, wrapping strong arms around smooth shoulders and long, dark hair, "I'm not going to try to get into your pants, I promise."

"I don't even have any pants on," is Lito's mumbled reply, his lips (and lipstick) pressed up against Will's neck and shoulder, smearing marks that he will have to fix later when they do laundry. He feels that loneliness, that awful, awful loneliness, and knows it's not just him. "I'm sorry that I'm not Riley," he says, wishing that he could give Will a balm. "At least she loves you. At least she wants you."

Will lets out a muffled laugh, not caring about the lipstick that's getting on his best shirt and the skin of his neck. In fact, he sort of likes it, not that he'll admit that on laundry day when he's sober.

"I'm sure he still loves you." Will's definitely no expert when it comes to relationships. He's made his fair share of dating mistakes in the past, during the rare times when his work and other responsibilities have actually given him the opportunity to meet somebody. But then he'd met Riley. Being with Riley -- loving her and being loved by her -- it's was like coming home, like the sun on his face, like a full night's sleep with no bad dreams. If Hernando feels even half of that feeling for Lito, then Will can't imagine how Hernando could stop loving him, no matter how hurt or frustrated he was.

There's also the other thing... "I haven't told you this yet because I'm not exactly sure what there is to tell you, but the last time that I saw you before showing up in Darrow, when I was in Iceland, you didn't seem heartbroken. I didn't think much of it at the time, and I didn't catch any details from you, probably because we were all so focused on saving Riley, but you were happy about something. Really happy. I can't say for sure but maybe there's a chance you and Hernando worked things out?"

Lito slides his palm along Will's back, letting out a relieved sound of happiness at how firm and present Will is. Before, they had always been in different cities, present, but not there and now that he has Will here, actually here, it's like a gift he doesn't think he really deserves. He adjusts his position, long hair falling forward and resting his cheek on Will's chest as he lies there, feeling protected and safe and lonely, but content. "If we worked things out, then I had to have come forward and stopped caring about the world knowing I was gay. I would've had to save Daniela."

"I can't understand how I would've done that," he says. "I feel so safe right now, because no one knows who I am. I can have a career," Lito says, passionately. "The minute people know the truth about me, I'll never be an action star. No one would ever believe me."

"Maybe you did save Daniela, with help. Wolfgang, maybe?" Being a part of the cluster doesn't mean that they know everything that is happening with everyone all of time, but Wolfgang being the one who might have helped Lito feels right to Will. It's not exactly a memory, just the faint shadow of one; an impression.

Will sinks further into the couch cushions, eyes closed and muscles relaxed. His fingers move absent-mindedly through the long hair on Lito's head and across the soft, smooth skin of his arm. "This is kinda nice," he confesses, although it's probably rather uneccessesary for him to have say it out loud to Lito, "Nicer than being at that club."

"I wouldn't have stayed there indefinitely and I would never have gone home with any of them," Lito says, but even with those truths in the air, he has to consent to knowing that yes, it is nice to be here in Will's arms, his fingers running through his hair and over his arm. "It figures that you only cuddle with me months and months after we had sex," he jokes in a deadpan.

"I'm glad the rest of the cluster isn't here. I think maybe I wouldn't live down the teasing."

Will's hands fall to his sides and he rolls his eyes. "Lito, we didn't... It wasn't..." But Will can't finish what he's trying to say, because while he's adamant that what had happened wasn't sex, he can't deny that it had been something.

"It felt very much like sex to me," Lito reminds Will, because he can actively say what Will kisses like, fucks like, and feels like. He thinks that has to be sex. "Don't worry, I'm not interested in you like that," he promises, reaching up to push long hair from his face. "Not romantic and long-term," he clarifies. "If you were lonely and you needed a way to, how do you say, blow off steam...?"

Lito tries to play it calm and cool, but he's tipsy and a woman, so he thinks maybe his acting skills may be a touch off. "It would not be too much hardship."

It hadn't quite been like any sex Will had had before, but what in his life was like it had been before? Maybe experiencing other people's orgasms is his new normal. He's not quite sure how to feel about that.

Will squirms uncomfortably beneath Lito, suddenly feeling like they're far too close. If he weren't too drunk and exhausted to overthink, he would have been left completely speechless by Lito's offer. "Uh, thanks, but that won't be necessary. I don't have any steam that needs to be... blown off. I mean, I can take care of it myself."

"I'm a woman, right now. It's more what you like?" Lito may be tipsy, but it's just enough that he can offer this out to Will without feeling like it will be serious or there will be ramifications. "I don't want to date you, Will," Lito promises. "But you're very good in bed and I suppose a part of me is curious."

"But," he says, as quickly as the rest, "I won't push."