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“i thought that test was pretty easy, actually” toby shrugs, hands holding each of his backpack straps as he walks.
“what” tommy exclaims, walking backwards in front of his two best friends, “now you’re just being mean”
“i’m not,” the brunette responds genuinely, “it wasn’t as bad as i expected it to be.”
“hmph,” the blonde turns his attention to the boy walking side by side with toby down the sidewalk, “what about you ranboo?”
ranboo’s eyes had been glued to the screen of his phone since the second he got let out of last period. he continued texting, completely oblivious to the others staring at him, awaiting an answer to a question he hadn’t heard.
3:04pm
wilby :)
we still on for today?
ranboo
yeah
headed out now :)
wilby :)
perfect
“ranboo?” tommy tries.
toby waits a moment in the absence of ranboo’s voice before yelling, “earth to ranboo!”
“ahh!” ranboo holds a hand to his right ear as if it was going to protect him from the echoing pain of his friends loud words, “what the heck, dude?!”
“oh wow, he finally answers” toby responds sarcastically.
“anyways,” tommy intervenes before the two start to bicker, they always had the tendency to for as long as the blonde could remember, “what’d you think?”
“think about what?” ranboo furrows his eyebrows, thumbs still frozen in the air above his screen as he looks at the boy still walking backwards in front of him. for how many times he’s witnessed tommy eat shit in his life you’d think the boy would be a little more careful, but then again when is tommy ever careful.
“oh my gosh” tommy rolls his eyes, impatiently giving up on the subject, “you’re addicted to that phone i swear”
“no i’m not” the tallest defends, “i’m texting someone, jeez”
“who could you possibly be texting that’s more important than us?” toby asks dramatically, voice slightly cracking as he does.
“it’s just a friend” ranboo disregards, his attention returning back to his messages.
“who?” tommy asks curiously just before toby could.
“no one you guys would know” the dirty blonde answers quickly.
toby gets caught off guard by his friend’s words, “what? how would we not know them?”
“i don’t know, he doesn’t go to our school or church so i doubt it” ranboo also doubts it considering who his ‘friend’ really is.
“how do you know people outside school and church?” toby interrogates further.
“you do realize there’s places that exist that aren’t a church or a st. john’s catholic high school?” ranboo asks rhetorically, attitude strong in his words.
“still,” toby argues, “who even is this friend of yours anyway?”
ranboo looks away from his shorter friend and past the one in front of him to spot a familiar black coloured hatchback parked beside the sidewalk, patiently awaiting him. “that’s him right there,” he answers, causing tommy to turn around as both his friends look at the same car, “i’ve gotta get going guys, i’ll see ya later”
“wait ranboo-” tommy cuts himself off, seeing no point in continuing as he watches the dirty blonde hurry away, hopping in the passenger seat before the car immediately drives off.
the two remaining of the trio stand still on the sidewalk as they watch the car turn smaller and smaller in the distance until the world hides their view of it entirely. there’s a long silence between them before the brunette finally speaks up, saying what they were both thinking, “...that was..weird”
“sorry, they were just asking way too many questions” ranboo apologizes to the curly haired man seated in the driver seat, defending why he urged him to drive so quickly.
“that’s alright” wilbur assured calmly as his boyfriend stripped himself of his navy blue uniform blazer, leaving the younger in his matching coloured tie and white button down.
“anyways” ranboo reevaluates himself, calming down as he focuses on what’s he’s here for: his boyfriend wilbur. “hi” he smiles as he leans over the center console and pecks the side of the other’s face, freshly shaven stubble brushing his lips as he works his way down the man’s neck.
“hello” wilbur greets as he keeps his attention focused on the road, “how was school?” the question provokes a loud groan of complaint out of the boy. “that sounds wonderful” wilbur lets out a low chuckle.
ranboo pulls away and returns to his own seat, leaning his head back against the headrest, “it was fine, just annoying as always. it’s never any fun” he turns his head to look over at the brunette, “it’d be better if you were there”
“frankly my dear, i don’t think i’d do too well in a catholic high school” the comment gets a laugh out of the both of them. ranboo felt nice. wilbur always did this to him, put him at peace by just being his same old self. it was one of the many reasons he loved the man.
“yeah” the younger laughs, “oh, also” he’s reminded of something when he looks back on the day he’s had so far, “you, mister, need to be more careful about where your putting your little ‘love marks’.” he scolds with a smile, “my gym clothes nearly exposed them all today and i don’t wanna find out what everyone has to say when they see my chest littered with hickeys.”
“but you’re so beautiful with them.” wilbur places a hand on ranboo’s thigh as they come to a stop at a light. “fine,” he sighs, raising his hand up to cup the other’s jaw, getting his favourite gray eyes to look into his, “i just wish everybody could see you’re mine”
a warm smile paints ranboo’s face, “one day” he promises before leaning into wilbur, locking lips in a kiss as the older’s hand slips to run through the back of the dirty blonde’s hair.
ranboo had met wilbur over the summer. he had taken his dog out for a walk, making sure to pass by the skatepark he lived close by to like he did every time. he’d always dreamed of being able to skateboard, but his parents never let him. in the eighth grade he made the mistake of asking for a skateboard for his birthday, getting gifted nothing but the dreadful lecture about how things like skateboarding would get him involved in dangerous crowds of those punks who would convince him to try things like alcohol and drugs and vandalism and blah blah blah…
sure, there was always plenty of teens smoking whatever at that park while blasting explicit music, but ranboo never feared them like his parents wanted him to. never feared those people like the rest of his friends did. he never saw anything to fear. they seemed happy, i mean, they were always laughing and smiling with each other when he watched as he passed by so slowly. they were living their best lives, no restraints on what they loved to do, never held back. ranboo did anything but fear them. in all honesty, he envied them, he was jealous of them. every day he found himself wanting to be more like them. everytime he sat in sunday mass he found himself wondering what life would be like if he was just a little bit more like them. at every lunch when his friends he'd known since the beginning of time would talk, he'd find the back of his mind wanting to say something that wasn't so scripted, something more taboo just to see how these people would react. he always found himself daydreaming...fantasizing about it all. if only his parents or friends or fucking pastor knew the things he wished so badly he could do. he couldn't do it, of course, he could never be like them. it would never be possible considering who he was or at least who he was meant to be.
that is, until he met wilbur soot. and god, if only his parents or friends or fucking pastor knew the things he was doing now.
he'd taken his dog out for a long walk one evening of late august, savoring one of the last few chances he'd have to embrace the summer air before senior year hit him like a ton of bricks. he was strolling past the skatepark as usual, watching the different groups of people enjoying their best lives. that's when he was noticed. or more so his dog was noticed and he was lucky enough to be the one holding the leash. just on the other side of the skatepark’s fence was a group of people seated at one of the concrete tables placed at each corner of the park. they were passing around an apple with clouds of smoke growing around them while ranboo's dog sniffed at the grass. he tried to focus on his dog, no matter how boring it may be, for he never wanted to stare directly at the people simply living their lives, but wilbur had approached the fence. that beautiful smile ranboo was addicted to now on display as he asked if he could pet the dog. ranboo nearly froze for too long, mind busy about the fact that someone he practically idealized was really talking to him, but then stuttered out a yes. he admired as the man slowly bent down and pet the dog through the gap between fence bars, cooing praises at the four legged creature.
from there wilbur began chatting with the owner of the dog, even offering for ranboo to come join him and his friends which ranboo politely declined. whether he said no out of fear of his parents somehow finding out, or just his own overwhelment from the interaction, he didn’t know. wilbur was nice about it all though, he was always kind to ranboo, instead offering his phone number which the boy definitely accepted the request of. that same night they began texting. ranboo was like a little girl with her schoolyard crush, staying up to a time much past what his mother or father would’ve let him, hiding under the covers with his phone while smiling and blushing at the words the older amazed him with. things only grew from there.
wilbur was one of the most interesting people he had ever met, the man led a life that ranboo was infatuated with. and he was so open to share a bit of that life with the younger, show him a bit of what his world was like. he knew everything about ranboo’s monotonous life of being a good little catholic boy who got good grades in school, loved his parents, attended church twice a week, prayed at the start and end of each day as well as before every meal, always wearing the same silver cross around his neck, destined to find a virgin like him to marry after college to create a family he could spend the rest of his monotonous life with.
and he loved the boy for that. he found amusement in saying simple things to both shock and amaze the obliviously innocent-minded boy. he was addicted to the wide eyed reactions he got out of the boy when he lit up a cigarette or passed a joint to him. it had taken a minute for ranboo to dare indulge into some of the stuff wilbur did, but once he did, he was on cloud 9.
ranboo had never felt such a feeling towards another person before, especially a man and one that was so much older than him at that. he barely ever felt much for any girls out of the fear every adult had incited in him and the rest of his peers about it. he’d never even held hands with anyone until he met wilbur.
* * *
“okay okay” ranboo reasons as he forces himself off of wilbur’s lips, “i actually have to go now”
wilbur groans in complaint, rolling his eyes as he grips the younger’s thighs. ranboo had changed into his sports clothes for volleyball, even if he had quit the team weeks ago, his parents still didn’t exactly know about it. to them, right now their one and only darling son was working hard at practice for an upcoming tournament which would help solidify his scholarship to the school of his dreams. and they were better off believing that than knowing their one and only darling son was in a twenty-five year old’s car making out in the passenger seat while a grown man feels him up under his gym shorts.
“i’m sorry” ranboo drags out. he didn’t like having to leave wilbur any more than wilbur did, but it was the way it was. the younger had been trying to detach himself from his boyfriend for over an hour now, wilbur’s car parked just down the street from his home. but leaving something he was so addicted to proved harder every single time, even if he knew he’d probably see wilbur again very soon.
“can’t you just say you’re at a friend’s?” the brunette pleads, glossy dark brown eyes gazing up to the boy’s atop him.
“not tonight, parents don’t allow me to on school nights” ranboo answers, a clear lack of likeness to what he was telling.
wilbur knew that. he’d learned quite a few of the rules and procedures of ranboo’s life by now, he needed to if he was always going to find ways to sneak around them. “i know,” he sighs, glancing away for a moment with his hands still gripping the boy's thighs, “it’s alright. hurry up now before you get in trouble.”
“i love you” he answers sweetly, placing a quick peck on the other’s soft pink lips before situating himself to move off his lap. he’s stopped when he feels the warmth of wilbur’s hand leave from under his shorts to have the man’s fingers brush against his jaw, gently gripping his chin to have him look back into those dark eyes.
“promise you’ll sneak out tonight for me though” wilbur’s voice was surprisingly low, the gentle dominance in his tone forcing ranboo to realize it was anything but an actual suggestion.
“but wil-”
“i don’t care that you have school,” the younger was incredibly predictable, “i’ll be here at midnight.” his words were assertive, forceful, but said so calmly and gentle it was hard to argue with. not that ranboo would ever argue with the older anyway.
“okay” ranboo didn’t expect it to come out as quietly as it did. he glanced away from the piercing eye contact, frozen in place at the grip wilbur had on his jaw which had grown increasingly stronger without wilbur realizing.
he drops his hand as soon as he notices, a few moments later returning it back up to hold the boy’s cheek, “i love you too” he gently pulls the younger closer into one last short but passionate kiss.
wilbur watches from the driver's seat as his boyfriend climbs over, quickly grabbing his school bag and uniform before saying one last smiling ‘bye’. his eyes never leave the boy as he jogs down the street to his home, even after he’s disappeared from wilbur’s view, the man stares at where he once was moments ago. it takes a long minute for wilbur to do anything but sit there in his mind, uncomfortably shifting in his seat with one hand on the wheel and one hand running through his curls, not letting his eyes drift down to what he knew was already apparent. listen, he loved that boy, but god was he a fucking tease sometimes.
* * *
“yeah sorry, coach kept us late again” ranboo answers with a plastered smile as he scoots his chair into the dining table, releasing either of his hands from his mother and father’s after saying grace.
his mother sets a plate in front of him, “that’s alright dear, aslong-”
“i think that coach of yours needs to realize that practice ends at a time for a reason.” his father interrupts, talking over his mother, “i mean what, that’s the sixth time in, what, three weeks he’s kept you guys so late. for crying out loud, you kids have school tomorrow. i’m thinking of just calling up the school about it.”
“there’s no need to do that, dad” ranboo stops him before he can continue, trying his best to ignore the sudden panic in his stomach, “really it’s fine, he’s just trying to prepare us that’s all.” he needed to come clean about it. well, just about quitting the team. or he at least needed to say something before they found out themselves since he was not prepared to see what happens if his father discovers he’s lied about something. even with something as little as the volleyball team he’d be dead, his father was always big on the lying and how every man who dares lie to another man under god’s eyes is a man who falsifies who he is before god himself. now if he were to find out about every single other serious thing his son had been lying about, let’s just say only god knows what would happen to ranboo then.
“y’know..” he starts, picking at his food with a fork, barely able to hear himself over the sound of his own beating heart, “i was actually, uhm, thinking about, uh..quitting..volleyball…actually” it was out now. no going back. now all that was left was their reactions. there was always a chance his parents would understand, not immediately get mad or anything-
“what!” yelling voice, yay, “that’s quite a big thought there, boy”
“what about your scholarship? everything you’ve been working so hard for, you’re just gonna throw that all away?” his mother’s voice had raised a bit too, but more riddled with worry than anything.
“exactly! you’re mother’s right, are you really planning to sit here and throw away your scholarship?” his father was getting more heated with every word. as always.
ranboo tries, “dad, no-” but his voice is nothing compared to his father’s.
“what then?” he was laughing loudly, but he was anything but humored, “you’re just not gonna go to college? what’s your plan here, sport, live here with us until you’re thirty like a no-good fat slacker?”
“dad you don’t understand-”
“or no, better! you’ll end up like those punks at the skatepark”
“dad seriously-”
“a no-good, worthless,”
“dad please it’s not-”
“dumb junkie loser with-”
“dad stop-”
“no life, no job, no worth,”
“dad.”
“nothing!”
“dad!” he’d raised his voice, he was surprised he actually did it himself, but it shocked his parents enough to shut them up for a moment so he could detain the situation before it got even worse, “i’m not gonna lose my scholarship.” he tries to calm his voice, “i’m not gonna lose anything. you’ve seen my grades, my gpa’s been stable every year, i can get an academic scholarship easily. but i’m gonna need more time on my hands if i wanna get that scholarship and with tournaments coming up it’s taking up too much. that’s all, it’s gonna be fine, i promise it’s nothing to worry about.”
silence. a long moment of silence that felt like years. ranboo’s heart was pounding out of his chest, eyes wide as he stares at his father, awaiting something. anything. anything but the long provoked silence and lack of eye contact.
his mother was the first to say something, her voice as calm as can be to ratify the situation, “okay. that sounds like a good plan. your father just wants what’s best for you ranboo, isn’t that right, dear?” she looks across the table to him.
“yes” his father confirms unenthusiastically, “but you raise your voice at me one more time boy and you’ll be tasting the back of this hand, you hear me?”
“yes dad” ranboo replies quickly, bowing his head as he resumes poking at his food. god, he couldn’t wait to get back to wilbur.
“we support you in whatever decision you choose to make dear,” his mother adds, placing a hand on her son’s cheek to get him to look up at her, “i trust you. you’ve always been a good boy.”
“thank you” ranboo smiles at her a little bit bigger than he probably should. good boy. his mother had always called him her good boy. but he wasn’t smiling at that as so much at who else in his life calls him a good boy. and even staring directly at his mother, he couldn’t help but think of wilbur. all the times the man had called him his good boy, especially after partaking in such sinful things.
* * *
ranboo took one last look at himself in the full length mirror hung behind his bedroom door. it wasn’t anything special. a pair of black-washed jeans wilbur had given him at some point to give the boy coverage from his own lack of clothes in the moment, a white tank top that clung to his torso tucked into them, black converse shoes, and that same old silver cross that hung around his neck as always. nothing special, but it made him feel amazing. his mother would scream if she saw him leave the house with his collarbones and forearms exposed like this, whether it was out of the lack of modesty or the beautiful bruises that littered his skin. but good thing his mother wouldn’t be seeing him leave the house like this since it was the middle of the night and ranboo’s parents were unconscious and oblivious to their son’s habits of sneaking out.
he grabbed his phone and took one last look at his bed, a mass of pillows placed under the comforter that could barely pass as a person if you were tired enough. realistically, if his parents were to wake up in the middle of the night and decide to check on their seventeen-year-old, which was something that luckily never happened, ranboo doubted it would actually fool them. but it felt better to do anyway.
he looked back down at his screen set brightly in the dim of his bedroom.
12:23am
ranboo
yeah theyre out for the night
headed out now
wilby :)
good
i’ll see you soon then ;]
ranboo
see you soon :)
he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding as soon as he latches his bedroom door behind him, gently taking his hands off the handle. it takes him a minute to get down the stairs, luckily the carpet flooring provides some sort of muting to his steps, but he still has to be careful of the creaks that echo through the dead silence of the house. only the bluish glow of the moonlight seeping through drapes provides a bit of vision to an otherwise pitch dark space. the sudden creak of the front door made his heart nearly skip a beat but after a moment of being frozen to hear nothing but silence as a reaction, he continues on.
ranboo lets out a pent up sigh once he’s made it out of the house completely. alright, he’s finally out. no more being quiet, no more impatiently waiting, no more parents, he was free. even if for only a few hours, he was free. he hurries down the sidewalk, the buzzing yellow-orange of the streetlights catching his figure in the darkness every so often. it probably wasn’t the brightest idea to wear nothing but a wifebeater shirt in late october nights, but ranboo was here now, and wilbur’s car was thankfully visible just ahead.
ranboo tried at the handle, but it was locked. he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion but a smile still creeped onto his face, “hello?” he knocked on the window at the man seated inside.
the window was rolled down, wilbur speaking before the younger could, “hop in the back”
“okay..” bit of a weird request, but he wasn’t going to ask, instead ranboo steps towards to open the backseat door as the he passenger door window automatically rolls back up. at least this time the door was actually unlocked.
the boy hopped inside before closing the door behind him, now looking ahead at the brunette still seated calmly in front, “wilbur..?” the tilt of a smile was still present, but his confusion was only gaining strength, “i thought we were going somewhere?”
“oh we are” he answers, grabbing at the door handle to let himself out, the opposing backseat door opening only a few seconds after the driver’s side door slammed shut. the older climbs inside, immediately closing the door and clicking the lock. wilbur looks over to ranboo, a sinister glare in his eyes that’s even visible in the dim orange glow of the faded car ceiling light.
wilbur continues, his voice low and almost at a whisper as he speaks, “but before anything we’re finishing what you started earlier.” he’s practically leaning over ranboo now, a soft grip on the boy’s jaw forcing eye contact, “okay, hun?”
“o- okay” ranboo didn’t mean to stutter, or sound so pathetic in his words, but he did and wilbur loved it. the piercing eye contact with their eyes only inches away from one another’s, the heat of wilbur’s breath brushing against his chilled skin, a free hand placed on his torso that could so easily feel his pounding heart if moved up just a bit and could easily feel his throbbing dick if moved down just a bit. it made it feel like he was a tiny animal whose hunter just caught up with him. a prey stuck under his vicious predator. wilbur liked the feeling himself, much more than he’d ever admit aloud.
the older straddles over the boy now pressed against the car door, lowering his lips onto the younger’s and wasting no time in slipping his tongue past his lips to violate ranboo’s own. wilbur tasted of marlboro cigarettes, ranboo tasted of the chocolate he’d eaten after dinner. and god, were the tastes of each other so addicting. they wanted more, the kiss grew hungrier and hungrier by the second.
with one hand holding his face, wilbur trails his other down the side of the boy’s neck, fingers brushing up against the outline of his collarbone, then slowly down more until his finger’s brush the boy’s nipple which was still hard from the outside cold. he pinches it playfully, causing ranboo to suddenly inhale sharply through his nose, stuttering into the kiss.
a smirk can’t help but tilt up onto wilbur’s lips, easing up on the kiss so he can pull away just a bit, whispering into the other’s mouth, “so sensitive”
“shut up” ranboo bites back quietly, trying to sound defensive but failing miserably at it. it was embarrassing for him, how sensitive he was, and god was he really sensitive. wilbur on the other hand loved it, the boy was so vulnerable to his touch. it was heaven to the older. every time. getting to tease the younger about it was only a bonus to the fun.
“what was that?” wilbur asks, tone still whispered as if someone was gonna catch them like this if they were too loud, urging for the boy to repeat.
“i said shut up i’m not that” he lies to even himself, “sensitive-” his false claim is cut short by his own moan from the sudden feeling of the man atop him palming him through his jeans.
wilbur hums, satisfied with the reaction, “that’s what i thought”
the man connects their lips once again, tongue caressing the other’s while he continues to palm the poor boy who’d become a moaning mess under him. their tongues fall into a steady rhythm. ranboo’s pretty noises fill wilbur’s mouth while he grinds against his boyfriend's hand, desperately searching for more friction than provided to him.
after a minute the younger pulls away to whine, “wilby”
“yes love?” he couldn’t help but grin down at the boy who now had his arms wrapped tightly around the man’s neck, he was adorable like this, all needy over barely anything.
“please” he pleads, glossy light coloured eyes looking up at wilbur.
“please what?” he knew what, he knew perfectly well what his boy was asking for, “use your words darling”
“please…touch me..” his face was burning, he hated how wilbur always did this to him, but he knew in the end wilbur would give in and do what he wanted.
“touch you?” the older asked for elaboration.
“wilby,” ranboo whined before darting his eyes away from the man above him, the eye contact wasn’t helping, “touch me…just,” he let out a frustrated groan, fuck it, “touch me, screw me, use me, do whatever you want just please do something wilbur, please, please i’ll be good, i’ll do anything please”
there was a moment of silence following the boys words, then ranboo felt the hand rested near his crotch rush up to under his chin, tilting his head up to look the man in the eyes. “you’re adorable.” he reminisces, it really wasn’t hard to get ranboo to break, admitting how desperate he is in the cutest way possible, “i can do that for you baby” he assures before lowering himself back onto the boy’s lips.
wilbur doesn’t waste anymore time, he heard his boy loud and clear. they deepen the kiss quickly, growing rougher and more desperate than before. ranboo bucks his hips up to help his boyfriend yank down both his jeans and underwear in one swift movement, the clothes bunching at his knees. his cock already leaking with pre-cum flies to slap against his stomach once the restraint of his jeans was released.
goddamnit. he hated when this happened, and admittedly, it happened nearly every time. of course he couldn’t control it, he was a hormonal teenage boy, both him and wilbur were well aware of that. but how painfully hard he got over practically nothing was embarrassing, it just showed how awfully inexperienced he was compared to his boyfriend, barely even having a hold on himself.
then again, no matter how much ranboo might’ve hated it, his partner couldn’t be more the opposite. wilbur loved him for it, for how much experience and advantage he had over ranboo. he preferred it that way, having such an advantage over a much younger, much more innocent, pure boy who’d known of basically nothing before wilbur. it was his greatest pleasure in life.
both the males’ eyes fell on the younger’s hard-on. one of ranboo’s hands rushes to his face immediately, hiding his eyes in shame. wilbur chuckles lightly under his breath at the boy’s reaction, keeping his focus on ranboo’s face as his lengthy fingers brushed up against the exposed shaft.
ranboo’s hand slid from covering his eyes down to cover his mouth as wilbur began pumping at a painfully slow pace. the older uses his free hand to gently pry the hand off his mouth, providing his own lips and tongue as a muffler instead. wilbur continues at a steady pace while the younger gets more and more ancy by the minute, squirming under the man and bucking his hips up into his hand.
when the two's lips part a bit to give them the chance to breathe between their deep kisses, ranboo lets a word slip into the other's mouth, "faster"
it's a sudden request but expected, causing the older to let out a low chuckle under his breath at the boy. he wasn't laughing at him, only happily amused by the soft desperation in his words. but of course, anything for his boy. wilbur returns to their kiss, beginning to follow the boy's wishes of him stroking faster.
it takes only a few moments for ranboo to start whining into the other's mouth, admittedly unprepared for his request to be fulfilled, but he didn't want it to stop. in a minute the younger had already fallen apart under wilbur's touch. the man then pries himself off the other's lips, not because he didn't want to continue kissing, but because he wanted to hear those beautiful whines and whimpers of ranboo's clearly. he busies his lips on ranboo's skin instead, kissing and sucking on the fair boy while his uncontrollable noises filled the car delightfully.
he was getting close. wilbur could tell by the way his stomach clenched and his grip on the brunette's hair tightened, he knew the younger pretty well by now. he kissed his way up to the shell of ranboo's ear, taking the chance to whisper, "y'know, baby, this car isn't exactly sound proof.."
he didn't say it to encourage him to try and hold back on his moans that sounded like music to wilbur's ears, not that ranboo even could if he tried right now, only to tease as the knot in the younger's abdomen began to grow unbearable.
"s- sorry- i- i- ahh!" the dirty blonde stuttered before his own pleasure cut him off once again, "w- wilby- i'm-"
"it's okay, love," wilbur's low, calm voice made ranboo sound like a train wreck in comparison, and he practically was, "go ahead" wilbur never hesitated to grant permission to the other, he knew the sensitive boy didn't have that much control over himself anyway, but it was still cute how ranboo always asked.
"oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh oh gosh" he babbled, he was approaching his end rapidly. that was another thing wilbur always found adorable: the boy was on the cusp of cumming all over his much older boyfriend's hand and he still couldn't even take god's name in vain. still so innocent and pure at heart no matter how hard he tried to act otherwise.
wilbur continued to stroke at a slow but firm place after ranboo came in ropes of white, letting the boy ride out his high for a moment. ranboo's chest heaved as he came down from his orgasm, searching for breath he apparently forgot to take in while he was a whimpering mess. although his brain was all fuzzy and he could barely think straight, he knew he felt pathetic like this, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed over how out of order he was over just a handjob. it was only a self-conscious thought that lingered in the back of his mind, wilbur could care less about it all he was too busy kissing up his neck while ranboo stared up at the car ceiling, attempting to see better after the stars hit him.
"feelin' good, darling?" the older asked after ranboo's breath had calmed to a stable pattern.
ranboo hums as a sweet smile paints his face, "mhm, yeah"
"good boy" ranboo feels his cheeks grow sore while attempting to hold back his grin at the name.
"thank you, wilbur" the boy says after a minute. it was a habit he had, always thanking his boyfriend after everything. ranboo was always taught to give thanks in all circumstances; for this is nothing but the will of god in christ jesus for you. so it only felt right to give thanks, even if he was thanking a man for making him cum in the backseat of his car. he's sure it's what god would've wanted him to do. well, at least the thanks part.
wilbur props himself up by leaning on one hand, still hovering over ranboo but creating enough space to lessen the heat between the two, "we should probably get going now" he mentions.
"but, what about you?" the younger looks up at the man lit by the dark orange glow of the car light, the shadows only helping to define his perfect features more while he rakes his free hand through his hair.
wilbur looks back down at ranboo, staring right back into those glossy gray eyes once again. frankly, yes, ranboo was a bit of a pillow princess, always the one getting spoiled by all of his boyfriend's attention. but it was understandable. pretty much expected considering who they were. ranboo was the younger and so drastically inexperienced compared to wilbur. but wilbur loved it, loved how easy the boy was. how naturally sensitive he was. he lived off hearing ranboo being unable to control his sounds of pleasure when it came to wilbur doing anything. he thrived off the way he reacted to everything so wholly. and don't even get him started about when the tears begin to prick at ranboo's eyes because his poor self can't handle feeling so good.
"that's not important," wilbur assured the other, "we're gonna need to get on our way if we're gonna make it to the party before-"
"screw the party" ranboo cuts him off before wrapping his arms around wilbur's neck, yanking the older down back into another passionate kiss.
* * *
“ranboo!” his mother yelled from downstairs, “toby and tommy are here!”
her words were barely a warning to ranboo since his friends bursted through his bedroom door only seconds after. the two seemed out of breath, panicked even, they had definitely ran here from the school. ranboo sat up on his bed, legs crossed in front of him with his back leaned up against the wall. he looked down at the phone in his hands and read the time.
3:14pm
yep. they had definitely ran here, no doubt. but why? “what’re you guys doing here?”
“where have you been?” toby ignores the question asked of him and tommy, his voice a little too loud which even he realizes.
“uhm..here” ranboo’s not amused, more weirded out than anything. what was going on with them?
“why weren’t you at school?” tommy joins into questioning, himself also a bit too loud for his own good.
ranboo had never sounded more unenthusiastic in his life, “i was sick.”
“you don’t look sick” the shortest immediately bites. it seemed the two were planning to eat alive anything their friend was going to say to them. how fun this would be.
“i had a headache” ranboo explains, turning his attention back to mindlessly scrolling on his phone, “it went away after i slept more and now i’m praying you idiots don’t bring it back” he was grumpy, even ranboo could admit that, but he could also care less.
“who was that guy?” toby at least had the consideration to lower his voice as he continued, mindful of ranboo’s wonderful mother downstairs.
“uhh, could ya be more specific?” in the moment he couldn’t think of what the other was on about, he really was quite tired even after sleeping through nearly all of what would’ve been his friday school day.
“the one you drove off with yesterday” he elaborates quickly. the two both stared intensely at the third and it was honestly starting to creep ranboo out more than anything.
“oh, i told you that was just a friend,” the oldest says casually, “also can you guys sit down? you’re starting to weird me out”
the boys both follow the request, tommy even mumbling a ‘sorry’. he knew that, admittedly, they were probably acting a bit crazy at the moment. it was truly only out of worry. seeing their best friend drive off in a mysterious black car with this ominous newly mentioned ‘friend’ was already concerning enough, ranboo not showing up to school only made it worse. toby and tommy had only heightened each other’s worry when they congregated, each feeding off the other’s concern to the point where they’d practically convinced themselves that their friend was dead. but he wasn’t. clearly.
now both seated, one to a chair and one to the window seal, the boys continue their interrogation of their friend. luckily, their friend was more than prepared for this, answering quickly to each thing the two’s mind’s combined could think to say.
“what’s his name?”
“wilbur soot’
“when did you meet?”
“over the summer”
“where’d you meet?”
“at a park”
“that sounds suspicious”
“i was walking the dog and he asked if he could pet it and then we started talking from there”
“what school does he go to?”
“he’s graduated”
“how old is this guy?”
“nineteen”
“what’re you doing hanging out with a nineteen-year-old?”
“that’s not even two years older than me”
“where does he work?”
“at that one grocery store up the road”
then, a pause. they’d run out of things to ask. thank jesus, the speedrun lying is over.
“you guys done now?”
toby answers “yes” at the same time his blonde counterpart answers “no”
“ugh” ranboo lets out a loud groan of complaint, rolling his eyes.
tommy takes note and eases up on the harsher questioning, letting his own simple curiosity take over, “what’s he like? i mean, this friend of yours, wilbur was his name, right?”
“well he’s nothing like you guys that’s for sure” ranboo smirks at his own response, knowing the reactions he was to receive.
“hey!” toby says offended although the slight whine in his voice implies he’s more hurt than anything.
“i’m gonna pretend you didn’t just say that and let you answer again, ranboo,” the blonde tries to restrain from going all out on the slight insult, cutting his best friend a little bit of slack for now, “but i swear if you insult me again you won’t be-”
“okay, okay,” the dirty blonde stops tommy before he can rile his own self up, “fine” he sighs, searching for something genuine to say that also fits into all of his lies, “he’s awesome, amazing even. he’s just really cool, y’know, and easy to talk to too. he makes me laugh and smile a lot i know that for sure also. even if i haven’t known him for long, we just click, y’know, like we’ve known each other are whole lives. mature too, knows a lot about a lot and i like that, it’s refreshing considering who i spend most my time around” he quickly glances over to see lack of reaction out of the jab at them.
it takes a moment for either of them to stir up something to say, but toby does, “he sounds nice.”
ranboo can’t help but smile. i mean, he was talking about wilbur here, the man who made him feel so warm inside, how could he not. “yeah, he really is”
“ya think we could meet him?” tommy suggests, already assuming the answer to be an easy ‘yes’.
ranboo begins to protest the boy’s assumption, “well no i don’t think that-”
“yeah,” toby agrees immediately with tommy’s much more statement than question, “i wanna meet this guy. if he’s as great as you make him sound”
“no, i- i..” the oldest bites his bottom lip in contemplation, glancing away from the two now staring at him, awaiting his opposition.
what if they actually met wilbur..? it was an interesting thought that he hadn’t dare considered in these recent months. his boyfriend was the biggest secret he’d ever kept, no doubt, and one slip up could ruin everything for him. but what if it wasn’t a slip up? what if he was careful? now that he thought about it, he really wanted to share this new life he’d discovered with some of the people he trusted most. sure, they’d probably be a bit overwhelmed at the beginning, so was ranboo, but he was confident they’d learn to like it. love it, even, favor it over the life they’d been forced to have. poor things probably never realized how unsatisfying their lives are, but this would change it, change all of that. how could he keep this amazing thing from them any longer?
ranboo discards his phone entirely, throwing it to the side before getting up from his bed. all his attention was on the conversation now. he closes his bedroom door, he’d lock it if his parents dare ever let their son have a lock on his door, but closing it was just fine. he then turns around to face his two friends again staring at him, now them being the one’s weirded out than anything.
“have you guys ever been to a real party?”