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Simon is coaxing off a migraine with another shot of espresso and all the Christmas cheer he can muster. You can smell the heat in the modest auditorium, loud HVAC working overtime to stifle the chill that comes with the slick Seattle drizzle. Small, extraordinarily chipper voices echo off of the tall brick walls in anticipation of their holiday concert.
While not particularly religious, Simon couldn’t refuse the opportunity to direct a local children’s choir in their community holiday concert. It feels like a great way to integrate with the community while encouraging children to engage in the arts.
The buzz of adrenaline percolates under the surface, the culmination of a semesters worth of work fueling him in the final hours before curtain call. Simon feels his phone buzz in his pocket but remains too focused on roping off student seating and folding setlist pamphlets to check in with his notifications.
The students have a great idea to string some extra holiday lights along the stage, making it that much more festive and cozy.
Simon’s stomach grumbles but he is too nervous to focus on eating, organizing groups backstage as families and community members filter in through the heavy metal doors. Wet boots squeak against the concrete floors as teenagers chatter amongst themselves, using each other as a mirror, primping and preening before their appearance. The young children are completely unaware; giddy, like any kid at school after hours but hardly because of their investment in the show.
The overhead lights flash their warning for folks in the audience to find their seats while Simon straightens his collar and holiday sweater for the umpteenth time today.
After the lights dim and the rustling settles, Simon makes his way onto the stage with practiced confidence. The audience greets him with a warm applause that settles between them like a hot cup of peppermint tea.
“Good evening, all! I’d like to welcome everyone to this year’s holiday concert.”
The applause continues, affirming and low as Simon squints into the stage light before continuing,
“First to perform tonight is the children’s choir from our very own Lutheran community church. Please give these children a warm welcome as they sing ”
Simon can hear the quiet giggles at the periphery as the kids make their way to the center stage. Simon kneels in front of them, crawling off the stage to the piano where he settles on the bench with nervous excitement. He tests a few keys before counting down. The intro fills the room with the type of holiday cheer that feels nostalgic no matter where you’re from. With each beat, the kids’ quiet voices grow slightly louder, more confident. Simon is in his element, directing impassioned young people with melodious piano as his backdrop.
Each song brings a new round of applause. The twinkling holiday lights making the young one’s glow as they smile wide into the dark audience. Simon keeps his posture straight, eyes focused ahead as he plays from memory each song, they tirelessly practiced over the last several weeks. The hour and a half go by seamlessly with very little stumbling or stress. Everyone is full of cookies and cheer as each child and student line up to take a final bow.
Families congregate at the front of the stage while the overhead lights flicker on. Affirmative mumblings echo through the hall while Simon accepts hugs and high fives from his beaming, budding musicians.
Rosh, Ayub, and Damon wait patiently at the outskirts of the crowd, inching closer with less patience than the students Simon teaches. Finally, it’s their turn,
“Bro, you did so good! It was even better than last years!”
Ayub starts, Rosh rolling her eyes but Damon nodding furiously,
“Seriously! I feel like a proud momma hen after listening to you play the same setlist for four weeks straight! It came together even better than I could have imagined. Plus the little gay fairy lights.”
Damon pretends to sprinkle fairy dust to no one in particular while Rosh gives into the compliments, smirking but sincere when she says,
“It really was great.”
The moment simmers, warm and familiar until the sound of someone clearing their throat brings his attention elsewhere.
Wille stands in an equally ridiculous Christmas sweater that they found together when they went thrifting, last week. He looks perfectly cozy with tapered corduroy pants and Blundstone boots, accessorized with warm gold that blended into his pale skin, holding a winter arrangement of white and green flowers and greens that is fit for a price.
Simon’s breath catches in his throat, eyes meeting Wille’s sheepish gaze with complete adornment and sweet surprise.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to make it.”
Simon managed,
“I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”
Wille responds with practiced charm.
God, he so badly wants to take a picture of the stunned look on his friend’s faces as they become bystanders to their hallmark love.
Damon flashes his most dazzling smile, raising an eyebrow in Simon’s direction, indicating a witty and likely unhinged comment to come.
“You must be Wilhelm.”
Damon holds out his hand to shake Wilhelm’s, eyeing him head to toe before continuing,
“Simon, sweetheart, I’m gonna need step by step instructions on how to find one just like him because….”
Damon whistles,
“My god… your description doesn’t do him justice.”
Damon redirects his conversation to Wille,
“You’re hot… And thoughtful too. That is a beautiful arrangement. I am just so glad to finally meet the infamous Wille. You sounded too good to be true but here you are!”
Damon’s teasing is laced with affection, eyes sparkling with sincerity that quiets the secondhand embarrassment Simon has from his over-the-top friend. Simon rolls his eyes at Damon before accepting Wille’s bouquet with a kiss on the cheek.
Rosh clears her throat, awaiting a proper introduction from their best friend.
“Rosh and Ayub this is Wilhelm.”
“Pleased to meet you both. I’ve heard nothing but good things.”
“All of them are bold faced lies”
Rosh quips, wearing a smug smirk. Ayub rolls his eyes, chuckling in agreement but waving with warmth at the introduction.
“The concert was beautiful, Simon. I liked the addition of the little fairy lights. Had you planned that?”
Simon blushed at Wille’s attention to detail.
“You have a good memory. No, I hadn’t planned to have them in advance but when we were setting up today it felt like the room needed something more.”
“You read the room well, it looks magical.”
Simon can’t help but smile wide at his two worlds colliding.
Ayub speaks up next,
“Wille, we were planning on ordering pizza and gaming back at our place, if you want to join? I’m not sure if you’re into that sort of thing but, you are welcome.”
Simon would bring Ayub into the biggest hug imaginable if the thought it wouldn’t embarrass his friend completely. It is so sweet for him to include Wille in their little world and by the look on Wille’s face, he is equally touched.
“I would love to, although I am afraid, I can’t get behind Simon’s pineapple on pizza situation.”
“Ha! Finally, someone with some common sense!”
Rosh nearly shouts, echoing in the rapidly emptying school auditorium.
“It’s pepperoni or bust, am I right Wille?”
Wille returns her banter with ease,
“Oh, absolut!”
Damon interjects,
“I’ll place the order, so it’ll be ready by the time we get back. I’m starved.”
Simon nods in agreement, reaching out for Wille’s hand as they all turn to exit. His friends lead the way, crowding around Damon’s phone while Simon nestles against Wille, connected by interlaced fingers and electricity that is anything but subtle.
“It was really sweet that you came, Wille. And the flowers are seriously gorgeous.”
“I am so glad you liked them. I am just so proud of you. I know how much work you’ve put into this event over the last month, and it is such a privilege to be able to see it come to fruition. You are talented Simme. Anyone can see it. Oh my god, and the kids. They adore you. It’s so adorable to watch.”
Simon isn’t used to so much praise, soaking it in as his lover rambles on.
“You’re too good to me, Wille.”
“Hardly. You deserve nothing less.”
Wille’s smile is toothy, crooked teeth on full display as his eyes search Simon’s in a silent plea, like he is begging him to believe him.
And right now, Simon does.
***
“No fair! Simon, you failed to mention that your boyfriend is fucking hard core at video games!”
Rosh spews while Ayub contests,
“I want a rematch!”
Simon watches Wille smile, mischief on full display. Simon knew that Wille was decent at video games. He had a pretty good idea, anyway. Wille had mentioned before that he played them a lot growing up with Erik, so Simon assumed as much. Whenever the two men are together though, video games are the last thing on their mind, which is to say that Simon didn’t realize just how good Wille was until he watched him settle in between Rosh and Ayub.
“Yeah, he’s pretty amazing.”
Simon adds, winking in Wille’s direction while his friends roll their eyes in tandem.
The night stretched in front of them with comfortable ease. Simon arranged his flowers in a vase that Sara had made for Rosh’s birthday one year and ate greasy pizza with the kind of satisfaction that comes with feeling settled.
His friends are welcoming Wille with open arms, negging him the same way they do each other. It feels extraordinarily comfortable to watch his worlds come together so effortlessly. Simon can’t help the gratitude weighing in his throat, happy tears threatening to fall at just how beautiful his life is, surrounded by love.
***
“Well, that was so much fun!”
Wille mutters as soon as the cool night air hits their faces on their walk back.
“You liked them? You had a nice time?”
“Oh my gosh, the best time Simon. Your friends are great. Damon is funny-I can see why you two work so well as roommates. You balance one another well. Ayub has all of these funny little anecdotes that you would never expect. Like, he comes off super quiet and more reserved and then BAM, he wows everyone with a story or joke out of nowhere. Rosh is fantastic too- what a powerhouse. I see why she was so sought after in the coaching world. I feel like no one messes with her.”
Simon watches Wille’s face with complete adoration. He is so grateful to have a lover that is not just invested in him as an individual but the things and people in his life that matter most. Wille loves him so selflessly and it renders Simon speechless.
“Well, they love you, but I knew that was a given!”
“Really? You think so?”
“Are you serious Wille? You’re the most humble, kind, gentle, passionate, handsome person I know. What’s not to love?”
Wille blushes at that, rosy cheeks darkening further from the relentless wind whipping up the one-way streets. Simon uses it as an excuse to pull him even closer, slipping their hands into his big jacket pocket.
The walk home is short which is a relief given how cool the evening ended up. Upon arriving back to Wille’s both are shivering and shuttering at the damp chill that has settled in their bones.
“Shower?”
Simon grins wide at the suggestion.
“Definitely”
Simon follows Wille’s lead, stripping with casual confidence in the bathroom, stealing glances at his hot boyfriend before stepping into the warm stream. The water stings at first on his icy skin but he unthaws in its wake. Wille has eucalyptus hung by the shower head and its scent fills the small space. Simon doesn’t move, allowing his muscles to relax under the hot water. He closes his eyes, tilting his curls back into the stream to properly soak him head to toe. Simon hears Wille get in, the curtain clueing him in on his boyfriend’s movement as he inches into the small, shared space, still shivering but quiet breath hot as he leans close.
“Trying to steal all the hot water?” Simon mutters, smiling to himself as he threads his fingers through his stiff curls.
“Oh, the hot water is just an excuse to get close to you, Simme.”
Wille’s breath catches before he continues,
“You are a vision.”
Simon blinks away the water from his eyes, meeting Wille’s hungry gaze with a satisfied smirk at the compliment.
Simon reaches out, pulling Wille close so their chests are flush, standing toe to toe in the stream of water. Wille instinctively wraps his arms around Simon’s waist, holding him close while Simon leans into his lover’s chest. He places a sweet kiss, slow at first but backed by a kind of heat that emerges triumphant against even well intentioned will power. Wille hums contentedly, tracing idle patterns on Simon’s lower back and waist, rubbing tempting circles on his hip bones, just to be a tease.
“I liked having you at my show.”
Simon whispers between kisses
“Having you present, seeing you show up for me, bring me flowers… it’s hot.”
Simon can feel Wille nod, the pressure of his hands tightening on his hips, hanging on Simon’s every word as he teases more kisses across his clavicle.
Simon feels his breath quicken, his erection pressing into his thigh after just a few kisses. Simon traces his hands down Wille’s waist, slinking them around his back side to pull him even closer,
“Mhmm I love how responsive you are Wille. How a few simple kisses has you hard and leaking on me”
Wille groans at that, grinding his hips against Simon’s toned leg before bringing his lips to his lover’s ear.
“I love being yours. I love walking into a room and everyone knowing who I belong to. I love seeing you perform with such professional composure, knowing I am the only one who gets to see that pretty mouth scream in pleasure. I revel in being the one you choose to let go with. God, Simon, that’s all I ever want- is to be yours.”
Simon’s stomach clenches, slow burning embers quickly fanning into a fiery heat that can only be stoked by Wille; his mouth, his hands, his body. Rather than fumble for words that will be wholly inadequate after Wille’s poetic confession, Simon reaches up to Wille’s jaw to kiss him.
Simon doesn’t start gentle or slow but rather deep and needy, holding Wille’s jaw firmly while he spins Wille, so his back is against the tiled wall, grinding his own erection against his boyfriends leg as he licks into his mouth.
Simon adjusts his position, bringing his hand between them so he can stroke Wille.
“It’s only you Wille. It’s only you who gets to have me like this, who gets to love me, who gets to fuck me, who gets to make me cum untouched. Fuck, I love seeing my proper boyfriend with flowers and corduroys against the wall, whimpering under my touch. You make me crazy, Wille. God, you’re so hot.”
Wille arches into every touch, chasing pleasure as Simon’s slick hand strokes him. Simon can’t help himself, kissing every square inch of Wille’s chest, feeling him whine all needy and desperate.
“I want you to fuck me Simon, please”
He meets Wille’s clouded eyes, pupils blown and searching for confirmation that Simon will do exactly what he’s asking for. Simon returns his gaze, kissing him gently before whispering,
“Turn around baby, I’m going to open you up for me.”
Wille whines, complying eagerly as he widens his stance for Simon to take him from behind. Simon takes in the sight, Wille’s chest flush to the wall, head craned to the side while his ass juts out for the taking. Simon adjusts the shower head so water cascades down Wille’s back, following its curve to the base of his spine. Simon uses his fingernails, following droplets down their invisible path until goosebumps erupt under his touch.
“You look so pretty like this, Wille, giving yourself to me.”
Wille purrs under the compliment, wiggling with his erection trapped in front of him.
Simon continues his ministrations, teasing Wille with his fingertips, circling his cheeks until he dips a finger to trace where he needs him most. Wille’s hole puckers under his touch, wet and clenching at the sexual tension that is tightly coiling just below the surface.
Simon grabs the lube from the shower caddy, squeezing a generous amount on his fingers so that when he hovers just above Wille’s crack, a drop falls, tracing his crack until it reaches his ball sack. Wille moans as Simon’s dainty finger’s part his cheeks, assuming their position at his hole. Simon’s own erection presses against the back of Wille’s thighs as Simon wets his entrance before pressing one finger past the tight muscle. Wille moans at the intrusion, pressing back into Simon’s hand at the contact, always so eager for more.
“Fuck Wille, baby, you’re so tight. I’m going to take such good care of you.”
Simon slowly moves his finger in and out, exploring his partners body carefully, twisting and pressing until he finds Wille’s prostate, eliciting a desperate plea of ‘more’ from his lover. Simon happily obliges, sliding a second finger in next to his first, fingering Wille with a tender passion. Simon is sure he will never tire of the feeling, Wille tight around him, making the most glorious sounds at his doing.
Before long, Wille can take three fingers, rutting back against Simon’s hand with desperation that says he needs more.
Simon can’t help his own groan as coats his aching cock in lube before lining it up with Wille’s tight ass. Simon uses one hand to ground Wille, holding him in place while the other guides his length in. The feeling is blinding, pleasure beyond measure as he slides deeper into Wille until he is fully seated in his lover. Wille cries out, a high-pitched whine that shows no sign of control as he lets pleasure wrap around him like the steam of their shower. Simon slides in and out slowly, allowing Wille to adjust to his sizable length before assuming a faster pace.
Both of Simon’s hands rest on Wille’s hips for leverage. Simon focuses on the view, Wille’s ass swallowing him so well as he moves deliciously slow. Simon is trying to ground himself, determined not to cum before properly pleasing Wille.
“Mhmm ready… I want you to take me, Simme. Fuck me, hard baby, I need you.”
Simon can’t help but moan at Wille’s words, dirty with just the right amount of intimacy to drive him crazy. Simon doesn’t make him wait, gripping Wille’s wet body hard before thrusting all the way in, holding Wille in place as he takes and takes and takes.
Simon feels the drag of his cock along Wille’s prostate, the way each hard thrust makes Wille quiver until the slick sounds of their bodies mix with the moans of both men. Simon is doing everything in his power to hold off, feeling Wille’s orgasm approach as he ruts back against Simon erratically, body pliant under his touch. Simon continues his brutal rhythm, feeling Wille clench around him. He leans in close, moving one hand from Wille’s hip to his shoulder where he holds him steady as he whispers,
“Show me you’re mine, baby. Cum for me.”
Simon feels Wille let go, cumming loudly, spasming around his cock with enough force to bring Simon over the edge as well. Simon fills Wille up, bringing the arm that was on his shoulder around his lover’s stomach, supporting Wille’s weight as he quivers beneath him.
The warm water washes over them both until Simon’s softening cock is expelled by Wilhelm whose hands cling to Simon at the sudden emptiness. Simon holds Wille close in the steam until their loose and tired limbs become too heavy to stand. Wille turns in Simon’s arms, facing him with a post-orgasmic glow that threatens to make Simon hard all over again. Simon strokes his rosy cheek bones, placing gentle kisses on his chin and lips before hugging him,
“Jag älskar dig”
Wille hums, smiling in the crook of his neck,
“I love you too, Simon”
As they pull apart, Wille’s sweet smile turns into a cheesy grin,
“You know, you’ve kind of ruined me for anyone else? Like, I don’t think it’ll ever feel like this with anyone else.”
Simon can’t help his chuckle, goofy and bright in the quiet steam of the bathroom,
“Good, that was my goal. You and me, forever.”
Simon teases but the words hold a quiet truth. Wille returns the smile,
“Be careful Mr. Erikkson, or I might just take you up on that.”
“I’m betting on it, Lavender Pretty Boy.”