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It’s close to midnight when Simon plops down on a couch in someone's living room—he doesn’t even know where he is. He had just gotten in a fight with Marcus and he had to walk away before he made an even bigger scene. 

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“You’re being completely ridiculous!” 

“I’m not being ridiculous, Simon. You’re the one who’s acting crazy.” Marcus says, crossing his arms. 

“Crazy!? And how’s that, you’re the one complaining about me hanging out with my friends at a party, Marcus.” 

Marcus rolls his eyes, “I’m not complaining about you hanging out with your friends. I’m complaining about you acting like I don’t exist, you’re supposed to be spending time with me.” 

“We’ve spent almost the whole night together, what do you mean!?” 

“The whole night together?” Marcus scoffs, “You were talking to your friends half the time.” 

“Oh my god.” Simon laughs in disbelief, “and I’m the crazy one?” 

Marcus rolls his eyes again, “Calm down. You’re acting like I have no right to be upset.” 

“Because you don’t! I’m allowed to hang out with my friends. We spend all our time together.” 

Marcus shakes his head, “Oh, so now hanging out with your friends is more important than hanging out with me? That’s awesome. Thanks for letting me know.” He says sarcastically.

“You’re twisting my fucking words! That’s not what I said and you know it.” 

“Isn’t it though? You ignore me everytime we’re around your friends.” 

“That’s not true!” Simon eyes are wide in exasperation, “You know what. Whatever, I can’t do this. You’re being ridiculous.” He says, turning around. 

“Yeah! Walk away! Like you always do!” 

Simon scoffs and disappears in the crowd. 

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He’s spent a total of 2 hours with Marcus and 30 minutes with his friends. Marcus is so fucking annoying ugh. He’s always like this; wanting to control everything that he does. Making sure he’s always by his side. Not anymore. 

He closes his eyes and leans back on the couch, blowing out air from his mouth, trying to calm down. 

“You okay?” 

Simon opens his eyes to see a handsome stranger—hazel eyes, dirty blonde hair, tall, slim build; clearly works out—damn. 

Don’t tell Marcus he thought that. 

Simon rolls his lip and smacks them together with an annoyed expression.

“I’ll take that as a no?” 

Simon sighs, “No, no I’m fine. It’s just—you don’t care.” 

“I’m the one who asked.” The guy says sitting down on the couch next to him. 

Simon presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek, contemplating telling this guy he’s never met, his relationship problems. Who cares.

“My boyfriend's an asshole.” 

“Oh? What did he do?” 

“Sorry, what’s your name?” 

“Wilhelm.” He says with an amused smile. 

“Okay. Well Wilhelm-“

“My friends call me Wille.” 

Simon smiles, “Are we friends now?” 

Wilhelm grins and licks his lips, “Well you’re about to tell me about your asshole boyfriend so…”

“Right. Okay, Wille.” Simon laughs. 

Wilhelm watches him with a flirty gaze, finding the boy he found on the couch to be incredibly attractive and is a bit disappointed to find out he has a boyfriend. What’s the harm in a bit of flirting?

Simon tries to ignore the look, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit.

“Um, well we got in a fight, I guess. He’s pissy cause I’m actually having fun—or was.” Simon rolls his eyes and starts ranting, “like he’s complaining because I ‘wasn’t paying attention’ to him and I was hanging out with my friends. Like we’re at a party dude. You’re supposed to talk to other people. And we spend all of our time together. Get a fucking grip and get off my ass please. He’s so fucking annoying I wanna rip my hair out when he talks like that, seriously who does that? Go fucking find someone to talk to dickwad.” 

Simon stops and looks at Wille, who’s looking at him with an amused smile, “Sorry.” 

“No, it’s cool. I asked.” Wille swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, “Sounds exhausting. And controlling. Why are you with him?” 

Simon looks down at Wille’s lips, watching the action and he feels a stir in his stomach, biting his own lip at the sight, barely hearing what he said. He looks up and sees Wille smirking with his eyebrows raised. 

“So?” 

Simon swallows, his cheeks growing a deeper shade of red. “Um-sorry-“ He looks away, shaking his head, “uh-i don’t know-he’s-he wasn’t always like this.” 

Wilhelm tilts his head and Simon turns back to look at him. Wille’s arm is resting on the back of the couch and his hand is close to Simon’s shoulder. 

“Sounds like manipulation. Where is he now?” Wille asks, subtly scooting closer, his fingers brushing Simon’s shoulder. 

Simon feels the touch and his heart rate picks up. What is happening? He barley fucking touched you. Calm down. 

“Uh,” Simon looks around, “I don’t even know. I walked away from him. He probably went home.” 

Wilhelm nods and licks his lips, a finger finding Simon’s collarbone when he doesn’t seem to protest the touch, “You think he just left you by yourself? That’s kinda fucked up. Was he your ride?”

Simon shifts in his seat as Wilhelm scoots even closer—he notices this time. He shrugs, “It’s fine. I wouldn’t have gotten into a car with him anyway. Would have just been another argument.” 

“I’m sorry. I can give you a ride if you want.” 

“Nah I’m good, it’s only midnight.” 

“Ah, the night is young.” Wilhelm says with a grin. 

Simon laughs, “God, that was stupid.” 

“I know. But I got you to laugh.” Wilhelm lets his fingers graze Simon’s neck. 

Goosebumps rise on Simon’s skin and he licks his lips, giving a nervous laugh. “What are you doing?” 

Wille smiles and pulls his hand away, “Nothing. Wanna find somewhere quiet to talk?” 

“Uh.” Simon hesitates, sure Wille is hot but he has a boyfriend. 

Wilhelm notices and shakes his head with a smile, “No funny business. Promise.” He licks his lips and shrugs, “Unless you want.” He winks. 

Simon rolls his eyes and smiles, “Would we even be able to find somewhere? I don’t know who’s house we’re at.” 

Wille nods and stands up, holding his hand out for Simon. “I know a place.” 

Simon pauses and looks around but ultimately decides he can trust this person he met 10 minutes ago. Girl—shut up, it's fine.

He smiles and grabs Wilhelm’s hand. “Alright.” 

Wille grins and pulls him up, guiding them both upstairs to a room—not letting go of his hand. Simon walks into the bedroom and Wille closes the door behind him, locking it.

Simon walks to a dresser, spotting a photo of Wilhelm and what looks to be his family. He looks over at him in surprise. 

“Is this your place?” 

“Yeah. My room’s off limits.” 

“I’m surprised people actually listen to that.” He says, looking around one last time before plopping down on the end of the bed. 

“I’ve got a few friends who make sure.” Wilhelm replies, leaning on his dresser across from Simon. 

“Damn. Got your own guards?” Simon says amused, leaning back on his hands. 

Wilhelm runs his eyes up and down his body, taking in how fucking gorgeous this boy is.

“Not quite.” He says, meeting Simon’s eyes. “You’re boyfriend’s a fucking idiot.” 

Simon snorts, “That was out of nowhere. Why do you say that?” 

“Because you’re insanely pretty.” 

“Oh.” Simon says, not expecting that answer. He blushes and bites his lip, holding back a smile. “Thanks.” 

“You’re welcome.” He pauses, “Does he ever tell you that?” 

Simon thinks about it for a second, “Uh, sometimes yeah, mainly when he wants something.” 

“Like what?” 

“Sex.” Simon shrugs nonchalantly. 

Wille raises his eyebrows, “Wow. You should dump him.” 

Simon scoffs and smiles in disbelief, “I can’t believe you just said that.” 

“Shit. Sorry, you’re right. Not my place.” 

Simon sighs, “No, it’s fine. You’re kinda right. My friends tell me the same thing. We’ve just been together for a while, so it feels weird thinking about splitting up.” 

Wille nods, “I get that.” 

“Ughh,” Simon groans, thinking about Marcus, “I really should break up with him.” He pauses, “He’s not even good in bed.” He grimaces thinking about it.

Wilhelm licks his lips and tries to hide a smile, pushing off of the dresser. He walks towards Simon, “No?” 

Simon looks up at him as he stands right in front of him, shaking his head. “No.” He says, biting his lip, not sure exactly what he’s doing or when he decided to start flirting back. 

Wille's eyes go to his lip and he reaches a hand out, pulling it out from Simon’s teeth with his thumb, running it over it.

“How’s that?” He asks, moving his hand to touch a curl hanging over his forehead. 

“I don’t know.” Simon whispers, “Just-he only cares about himself, I guess.” 

“You guess? He makes you cum right?” Wille’s hand goes to Simon’s jaw, rubbing his thumb over it. 

“Yeah.” He tilts his head up further, “But it’s always an afterthought.” 

Wilhelm tuts and puts his thumb under Simon’s chin, leaning down, looking at him. His eyes go to his lips when he gets closer, brushing his nose against Simon’s. 

“I’d make it a priority.” He whispers.

Simon closes his eyes, tilting his chin up, lips so close to touching. He feels intoxicated from Wille’s touch—smell. He knows that this is wrong but his resolve is crumbling. 

“Fuck.” He whispers, “I shouldn’t.” 

“But you can. If you want.” Wille’s voice is just as quiet, his eyes closed as well. It’s taking everything in him to not lean even further and kiss him but he wants Simon’s consent—wants him to know he doesn’t have to .

Simon takes in a shaky breath, pressing his forehead against Wille’s, bringing a hand up to the back of his neck. 

“Fuck it.” 

He leans in the inch to press his lips against Wille’s with a sigh, running his hand in his hair. He leans back, pulling Wille on top of him. 

Wille smiles into the kiss, catching himself on the bed. He settles on top of Simon, a leg between his and leans on his elbow next to his head. He slides his other hand down his side, grabbing his waist. 

Simon keeps his hand in Wille’s hair and runs his free one over his shoulder and back. He kicks his shoes off and slides his foot over Wille’s calf, opening his mouth as Wille licks into it. He moans quietly when their tongues meet, tugging on his hair when Wille delves into his mouth, exploring it with fervor.

Wille groans into his mouth and puts his hand under Simon’s shirt, exploring the skin he can reach. 

Simon pulls away to breath, leaning his head back and wrapping his leg around Wille’s calf, grinding up against him with a shaky moan. 

Wille takes the opportunity to leave open mouth kisses on his neck, sliding his tongue over it. He squeezes Simon’s waist in encouragement as he presses his thigh up, putting more pressure for him. He grins against his neck when Simon moans and brings his both hands to tug on Wille’s hair. 

“Fuck, Wille.” He can feel Wille’s hard cock pressing against him and he’s sure it’s the same for him.

Wille pulls out of his neck to look at him. Simon’s eyebrows are furrowed and his lips are parted, looking magnificent as he looks back at Wille, grinding against his thigh. 

“Feel good?” Wille’s gaze is full of desire as he asks. 

“Uh-huh.” Simon sighs, closing his eyes, arching into Wille’s touch. 

Wille grins and sits up, grabbing Simon’s waist to scoot him up so they have more room. Simon gasps and looks at him with wide eyes—not expecting the manhandling but greatly appreciating it. 

Marcus is strong but he’s always gentle with him, even if his priority isn’t on Simon which leads to pretty boring sex that Simon hopes will end as soon as possible. 

Wille spreads Simon’s leg, kneeling between them before grabbing under his knees and pulling him closer. Simon moans and his hands fling to Wille’s wrists. 

“Much better.” Wille notices the look on Simon’s face. “Not used to that or what?” 

Simon leans up on his elbows and licks his lips, “Not at all.” He looks Wille up and down, eyes focusing on his arms. 

“Hm,” Wille hums, feeling pleased with himself and slides his hands up Simon’s thighs to his shirt, lifting it up a bit, “You should take this off.” 

Simon does so quickly, returning to his position on his elbows as he watches Wille take his own shirt off, throwing it on the floor. He tilts his head to the side and reaches a hand to touch him. He trails a path down his stomach, feeling the firm muscle under his fingertips as he lets out a hum of appreciation.

Wille lets him, enjoying the attention to something he’s worked hard for. He groans low in his throat when Simon finds the hair that leads down and lets his fingertips tease his firm cock, over his jeans. 

Simon smiles and bites his lip, looking at Wille with mischief in his eyes as he puts more pressure on him. 

Wille licks his lips and shakes his head in amusement, “Fucking gorgeous tease.” He takes Simon’s hand off him and his hands go to the button of Simon’s pants. “Can I?” 

Simon giggles and flops down on his back, nodding his head. “Yeah.” 

Wille smiles and undoes his pants, pulling them off of him with Simon’s help. He slides his hands from his calfs to his thighs, “Seriously, how does he look at you and not appreciate this. You’re so beautiful.” 

Simon smiles bashfully and blushes, “Thank you, Wille.” 

Wille looks at him softly with a smile before getting off the bed. Simon sits up looking at him confused before his eyes go down to Wille’s hands that start taking off his pants. 

Wille looks at him and crawls back on the bed, left in his boxer briefs. When he tries to get on top, Simon pushes his shoulder so he falls on his back on the bed, quickly grabbing Simon’s hips as he climbs into his lap.

“Well hello.” Wille grins. 

Simon smiles and slides his hands up Wille’s arms over his chest and down his stomach. He rests his hands on Wille’s before he grinds down on him.

“Shit.” Wille brings his hands down to his ass, giving it a solid squeeze.

Simon hums and leans down, sliding his hands back up his body on the way. Wille tilts his chin up for a kiss and he obliges, pressing their lips together in a deep kiss.  

Wille teases at the waistband of Simon’s boxers but doesn’t move any further. His hands hover over him as Simon pulls away to slide down his body. 

Simon licks the skin above his waistline and looks up at him through his eyelashes, feeling him through his boxers. 

Wilhelm bites his lip at the sight and brushes his thumb over Simon’s cheek, “How often does he get to see you like this?” 

Simon leans up, tilting his head to the side as he teases his cock. “Not often, he likes to get straight to the point. I never really get to do what I want.” 

“What do you want?” 

Simon bites his lip, “To suck your cock.” 

“He doesn’t let you do that?” 

Simon shrugs and hooks his fingers in Wille’s boxers, “Sometimes, not often.” 

“He’s fucking insane. Do whatever you want, gorgeous.” 

Simon pulls his underwear off, throwing them to the side. He swears his mouth water at the sight of Wille’s dick, hard and leaking with precum as it rests against his stomach. He’s well endowed and the hair is trimmed neatly. 

He’s perched on one of Wille’s legs but moves between them to get comfortable, putting a hand on his thigh to steady himself. He licks his lips and runs his fingers up his length, wrapping his hand around it. He holds it as he leans down, licking a stripe from base to tip before gathering saliva in his mouth and spitting on it. 

“Fuck.” Wille breathes out, leaning up on his elbows. He reaches a hand down to Simon’s hair, resting it there but not pushing or pulling—just letting Simon do what he wants. 

Simon looks up at him and spreads the spit, stroking up and down. He takes the head into his mouth, sucking lightly, testing to see Wille’s reaction. 

“So pretty.” Wille sighs, rubbing his fingers against Simon’s scalp lightly. 

Simon closes his eyes at the praise and bobs his head up and down, licking the underside of Wille’s cock, his hand following the movements. He moans at the weight on his tongue and the heady scent makes his own dick throb.

“Fuck, that’s good.” Wille moans, watching him. 

Simon pulls off but keeps moving his hand on him. He spits on the head again, using his thumb to spread it over the tip, teasing before going back down. Wille groans as Simon sucks harder, speeding up his pace. 

Wille moves his hand down to caress the back of Simon’s neck, playing with the short hair there. 

“Do you like it? Sucking cock?”

Simon hums and pulls off again, “Yeah, it’s fun.” He pauses and sits up, still stroking him, “Please tell me you’re gonna fuck me.” 

Wille huffs a laugh, moaning quietly before answering, “That was the plan—If you want to of course.” 

“I definitely want. Do you have stuff?” 

“Yeah-fuck-hang on.” Wille takes Simon hand off him—very reluctantly—and sits up. Simon sits down on the bed and watches him go to the nightstand, pulling out lube and a condom. 

He takes his boxers off and Wille freezes when he turns around, letting out a groan, “Jesus fucking Christ.” 

Wille drops the stuff on the bed and crawls onto it between his legs. He drags his hands from his calf’s to under his knees, bending one and leaning down to kiss it, “I’m gonna take such good care of you. Your boyfriend's fucking fumbling.” 

Simon grins and giggles, his hands resting on his stomach. 

“God.” Wille breathes put, taking in the sight below him, “Seriously, you’re so soft.” He says, hands roaming the soft skin of his body. 

“And horny, so could you hurry up?” Simon smiles innocently, secretly enjoying the way Wille talks to him. Marcus isn’t one for dirty talk or any talking—always telling Simon to quiet down. 

Wille grins, “My bad, baby. You’re very distracting.” 

Simon’s lips part at the pet name, his stomach doing flips. What the fuck? That never happens with Marcus. 

Wille notices, “Sorry. It just slipped out. I’ll-“ 

“No!” Simon swallows, embarrassed by his outburst and smiles shyly, “It’s okay. I liked it.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Okay.” Wille smiles, running his hands over Simon’s thighs, “You need prepped. I can do it, if you want. Up to you.” 

Simon bites his lip, “I kinda..already had sex today..so..” He says, hoping Wille won’t think that’s weird. 

“Okay, I still think it’s important to make sure.” 

Simon thinks about it, “He is smaller than you.”

“Is that right?” Wille teases with a grin. “Of course he is, that’s probably why he’s a dick. Compensation.” He pauses, squeezing Simon’s thigh, “So can I?” 

He nods his head, “Okay.” 

“Thank god.” Wille whispers to himself but Simon hears him and throws his head back in a laugh. 

Wille smiles sheepishly, “Sorry. I really wanted to do it.” He chuckles, unable to stop the grin on his face at Simon’s laugh. 

“Oh my god.” Simon says, shaking his head, “Then get on with it, pretty boy.” 

Wille grabs the lube, popping the bottle open, “Oh, pretty boy is it?” He asks, amused, coating his fingers, throwing the bottle down. 

“Shut up. You know you’re hot.” 

“Hotter than your boyfriend?” He asks with a smirk, spreading Simon’s legs wider. 

“Maybe.” 

“Maybe?” Wille rubs his finger against Simon’s hole, “I’m hurt, baby.” He says teasingly, the first finger sliding in easily. 

Simon hums at the feeling, “Just start with two.” 

“Bossy or eager?” 

“Both. Hurry up.” 

Wille chuckles and puts another finger in, scissoring them. “Damn. How small is he?” He asks, looking for his prostate. 

“Don’t care-oh, oh-“ Simon gasps when Wille hits it. 

“There?” Wille bites his lip with a smile, pressing harder against it.

“Fuck. Yes. There-there.” Simon moans and arches his back, “More.”

Wille adds a third finger, stretching him and prodding at his prostate watching Simon sigh and close his eyes, leaning his head back. 

“Has anybody told you how fucking sexy you are?”

Simon clenches around his fingers at the words and his cock twitches against his stomach, “Fuck. You’re crazy.” 

“Want me to tone it down?” 

Simon opens his eyes, “Hell no. I want you inside me.” 

Wille runs his tongue over his bottom lip and smiles, “I can do that.” He says pulling his fingers out and putting the condom on. He coats it in lube before wiping his hand on his bed. He’ll worry about that later. 

Simon watches Wille’s muscles subtly flex as he moves—quite enjoying the sight. 

Wille grabs his waist with one hand and reaches for a pillow, “Up.” 

Simon furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “What?” 

“Lift your hips up, baby.” 

Simon lifts his hips up and he puts the pillow under him, “It’ll feel better for you like this.”  

“Oh.” Simon says, getting comfortable. 

“How many people have you had sex with?” 

Simon blushes at the question, “Um. Just Ma-my boyfriend.” 

Realization takes over Wilhelm’s face, “Oh baby,” he huffs a laugh, “I’m gonna fucking ruin him for you. Gonna show you what it should really feel like.” 

Simon’s heart rate picks up as he breathes shallowly, “Please.” 

Wille lines himself up with Simon and looks at him, “Ready?” 

“Just do it already.” Simon says impatiently. He’s never felt this way before. It’s always quick with Marcus, wanting to get it over with—trying to enjoy it—but with Wille, he wants to feel him, he actually wants this. 

Wille smiles, “Alright. But if you want me to stop, let me know, okay?” 

Simon’s heart skips a beat and he scolds himself for feeling like that for the—bare minimum, Simon. Jesus.

He nods his head, “Yeah, okay.” 

Wille nods once and looks down, watching as he pushes in slowly. He groans quietly at the sight and looks back up to Simon, wrapping a hand around his dick to distract him from the bigger stretch. 

Simon furrows his eyebrows and pants as Wille bottoms out, pausing inside him. He leans down and swipes his tongue over Simon’s nipple quickly before kissing him deeply. 

“Mm,” Wille hums, pulling away, “Good?” 

“Yeah,” Simon breathes out, running his hand in Wille’s hair, “yeah, ‘s good. Fuck, you’re-“ He wraps a leg around the back of Wille’s thigh, the other bent at the knee, foot on the mattress.

“Hm? I’m what?” Wille asks, pulling out an inch and pushing back in experimentally. 

Simon sucks in a breath, the sound high pitched, “I’m-I’m not used to, uh,” he swallows as Wille thrusts shallowly inside him, “Fuck-um-the stretch.” 

“No? Take your time.” Wille says, taking his hand off Simon to rest both of them on either side of his head. 

“It’s good, I’m good, please move.” 

Wille licks his lips and pulls out halfway before thrusting back into him, watching Simon’s mouth part in a silent moan. He starts slow, building up a steady pace. 

He shifts his position, grabbing Simon’s thigh to hike his leg up on his waist and squeezes it before putting his hand back on the bed. 

“Ah!” Simon closes his eyes, gripping Wille’s hair tighter as he thrusts into his prostate and Wille smiles triumphantly at his success. 

“There it is.” 

Simon whines but bites down on his lip to quiet it.

“Uh-uh.” Wille says in protest. He brings a hand up to his jaw, pressing on his cheeks so his mouth opens, “What are you doing? Let me hear you.” He says, taking his hand off his mouth. 

Simon moans at his words and the ache that’s left from Wille’s fingers, opening his eyes to see Wille already looking at him. 

“Sorry.” 

Wille groans and looks down between them, pulling out further before slamming back into him harder. 

“Oh fuck! Wille!” 

“Don’t-“ Wille grunts, “Tell me that your boyfriend makes you be quiet too, I might have to fight him.” 

Wille looks back up and sees Simon’s eyes closed, biting his lip again. He gives a particularly sharp thrust against his prostate and Simon’s eyes shoot open and his lips part in a moan. 

“What’d I just say? Bite your lip again and I’ll stop.” 

Simon’s breathing is heavy and he moans, rolling his eyes in the back of his head as his back arches. 

“Oh fuck, baby,” Wille’s cock twitches, “you are so fucking hot, fuck.” 

Simon whines, looking at him and scratches down Wille’s back, both legs wrapping around his waist as he gets fucked better then Marcus has ever done. 

“Sound so good, so pretty.” Wille pants, leaning up and grabbing the headboard in front of him as he fucks into Simon, looking down at him.

Simon’s body moves up and down on the bed with every thrust. His eyebrows are furrowed and his mouth is open, moans and whines coming out of it. He drags a hand down his face, fingers getting caught on his lip as his back arches again, one shoulder coming off the bed. He squeezes his thighs around Wille and falls back onto the bed again. 

“Fuck, need something in your mouth?” 

Simon moans and nods his head without saying anything—brain occupied with how fucking good he feels. 

Wille grins hotly and brings a hand down to put two fingers in Simon’s mouth, watching him lick them before closing his mouth around them to suck. 

Will groans and moves down, leaning on his elbow beside Simon’s head, getting a closer look at him. 

“You got an oral fixation, baby?”

Simon whines and sucks hard before tilting his head back so Wille’s fingers slip out. Wille slides his hand down Simon’s side to his dick, spreading the precum dripping from it with his thumb. 

Simon moans loudly, “Don’t stop, oh fuck-please, please.”

Wille licks his lips and slows his thrusts but keeps them steady, focusing on fucking hard against his prostate. He watches Simon squeeze his eyes shut and listens to the high pitched ‘uhs’ coming out of his mouth. He strokes his dick at the same pace of his thrusts. 

“How’s that feel? Talk to me, baby.” 

Simon’s hands are on Wille’s back, nails digging into him, “I-I-can’t-good, so good. Please, please I’m gonna cum-" He gasps, "fuck, Wille!” 

“I got you. Cum for me. Wanna see what you look like when I make you cum.” 

Simon whimpers and his toes curl, heels digging into Wille. He throws his head back, his back arching and his eyes shut against his will, tears stinging in them. He moans and cums as Wille strokes and fucks him through. 

“So good, look at you-fuck-gonna cum-fuck, you’re so pretty, baby.”  Wille groans, his eyes closing and he spills into the condom, thrusts becoming slower and uneven. 

Simon whines and runs his hand up Wille’s back to thread his fingers in his hair. “Mmm, fuck.” He whispers, eyes still closed. 

Wille takes his hand off Simon and stills inside of him, leaning down to kiss his neck. He takes a deep breath and hears him sigh in content. He smiles against his neck and pulls back to look at him. Simon opens his eyes and they stare at each other, both of them catching their breath. 

Wille leans down and kisses his eyebrow before looking down between them. “I’m gonna pull out, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

Simon bites his lip at the feeling and Wille plops down beside him when he’s done. 

Wille sighs and gets up, taking the condom off to throw it away in the bathroom that’s attached to his room. He walks back into the room, seeing Simon laying there with his eyes closed. He smiles and goes to the nightstand, throwing the lube back in it and grabbing some wipes. 

Simon opens his eyes and turns his head at the crinkly sound and snorts, “You got a whole kit in there, huh?” 

Wille wipes himself down and puts on clean underwear before going back to Simon. 

He smiles and pulls a wipe out, “Here,” he gestures to Simon’s body, “I can do it if you want.” 

Simon licks his lips and shakes his head, “That’s okay, I got it.” 

“You sure?” 

“You just want an excuse to touch me again.” Simon grins. 

“Maybe.” Wille says cheekily. 

“Go for it.” 

Wille gets back on the bed between his legs and wipes down his stomach and dick. He spreads Simon’s legs wider and leans down a bit, carefully cleaning his hole. Simon sucks in a breath and bites his lip.

“Sorry.” Wille whispers and kisses the inside of his knee. “All done.” He gets up, throwing the wipe in a trash bin by the dresser.

Simon sighs and gets up as well, putting his clothes back on tiredly. His brain finally registers the still very loud music outside and the people chattering. He sits back down when he’s done.

“So..”

Wille sits down on the bed next to him with a smile, “You okay?” 

“Yeah…I’m good.” Simon turns his head to look at Wille, eyes scanning his face. Very hot. 

“It’s okay if you’re not.” 

Simon smiles and shakes his head, “I’m good, really. Probably too good for someone who just cheated on their boyfriend.” 

Wille snorts, “Yeah well, from what I’ve heard, I wouldn’t feel too bad.” He looks at Simon’s lips, wanting to kiss him but he also doesn't want to overstep. 

Simon notices the glance and leans in, kissing him softly before pulling back. 

“Thanks.” 

Wille laughs breathily, putting his hand on the small of Simon’s back, rubbing his thumb back and forth, “For what?” 

Simon shrugs, “I don’t know to be honest. For letting me vent? Being kind to me? The incredible sex?” 

“Incredible huh?” Wille grins and leans in to peck his neck, pulling away. “Well, you’re welcome.” 

Simon sighs and looks around, “Have you seen my phone?” 

Wille gets up and searches, finding it on the floor, the corner of it sticking out from under the bed. He grabs it and hands it to Simon. 

“Thanks,” Simon turns it on to see messages and calls from Marcus, “Fuckkk.” He groans and flops back on the mattress. 

“Everything okay?” Wille asks, getting dressed before laying down on his stomach next to him. 

Simon opens his eyes and turns his head to look at him, “He’s texted me like 800 times. And called. He’s still here—or was—I don't know. 

“If you show me what he looks like, I can go check if he’s here.” 

Simon shakes his head, “No, I’ll just text him.” He says, doing just that. He gets an almost immediate response and sighs, “Yeah, he’s downstairs.” 

“Gonna introduce me?” 

Simon snorts, “Real funny.”

“I know. Thanks.” 

“Oh my god.” 

“So can I get your number?” 

Simon bites his lip and contemplates it, “Yeah.” 

Wille gets up and grabs his phone, handing it to him, who types his number in and gives it back.  

“I gotta go.” Simon says, getting up and walking to the door. 

“Hey.” Wille stops him, “What’s your name?” 

Simon turns to him and puts his hand on the handle behind him, “Simon.” He grins.

“It was lovely to meet you, Simon.” 

“You too, Wilhelm.” He opens the door and walks out, giving him one last smile. 

“Wille!” Wilhelm calls out as he closes the door behind him. 

—

Simon walks downstairs, avoiding drunk stragglers and couples making out in the open. He looks down at his phone to text Marcus.

“Where the fuck have you been?” 

Simon sighs and looks up to see Marcus standing in front of him, looking mad. 

“Anywhere but with you.” Simon rolls his eyes and starts walking to the kitchen where the drinks are—suddenly realizing he feels a lot more comfortable here now that he knows who’s place it is. 

Marcus follows him, “Oh yeah, what’s new?”

He gets to the table of drinks, pouring himself one and ignoring Marcus. 

“What’s that smell?” Marcus says, leaning down to sniff him. 

“What?” Simon asks, rearing his head back. 

“You smell like someone else.” 

“What are you talking about?” Simon says with a sigh, thinking about Wille, wondering if he actually does smell like him—he’s not opposed to the thought, Wilhelm smells great. 

“Don’t act fucking clueless, Simon. Where have you been?” Marcus spits out. 

Simon downs his drink and sighs, slamming the plastic cup down. “There’s like 100 people here, I don’t fucking know. I could smell like anyone.” 

“Well you weren’t just wandering alone for half an hour. Who were you with, Simon.” 

Was it half an hour? Damn.

“Simon!” 

—

Wille smiles at the closed door after Simon walks out, looking down at his phone and putting the name in, saving the contact. 

He puts his phone in his pocket and leaves the room. He closes the door and spots Henry walking up to him. 

“Hey, man!” Henry says then looks down confused, “Did you change?” 

“Oh, um yeah.” 

“Oh shit! Did you get laid?” Henry says excitedly. 

Wilhelm smiles and rolls his eyes, “Yeah.” 

Henry goes to the railing of the stairs and looks down, “Who!” 

“Dude,” Wille laughs, following him, “I’m not telling you.” 

“What? Why not?” 

“Because it’s private.” 

Henry gives him a deadpan look, “Private? Since when?” 

Wilhelm looks at the crowd downstairs, not spotting Simon, figuring he left. 

“Since he has a boyfriend.” 

“No shit? Really? My man!” 

Wille rolls his eyes again—he seems to do that a lot around Henry, “Of course that’s good in your book.” 

“That just means you’re too hot to resist, Wille!” 

“Oh my god.” 

“Oh shit, hey!” Henry grabs the arm of someone and looks at Wille, “I’ll see ya, we’ll talk more later.” 

Wille nods and shakes his head at his friend's drunken antics. He walks down the stairs, making his way through the crowd, saying hello to a few people and goes to the kitchen. 

He opens the fridge and grabs a beer.

“I was with my friend, Marcus.” 

“Which friend? Huh? Clearly another guy.” 

Wille perks up when he hears Simon’s voice, he closes the fridge and spots him at the drink table, talking to who he’s guessing is the boyfriend— Marcus. That’s just a douchey name too. Ew why’s he so big. No way that’s who he’s dating.” 

He stands there, it’s not hard to eavesdrop and stay mostly hidden. 

“Will you crawl out of my ass! It doesn’t matter! You’re the one who freaked out earlier. I thought you left.” 

“Well I didn’t. And you smell like another guy. Who’d you fuck, huh? Tell me right now.” 

Wille’s eyes widen at the galls on this man to talk to Simon like that. Maybe he’s right but still. 

“Will you relax? I didn’t fuck anyone.” 

Wille snorts quietly and opens his beer, taking a sip as someone walks up to him. He makes conversation, keeping an eye on Simon. 

Simon rolls his eyes and turns his head, eyes widening when he sees Wilhelm before composing himself. Wille catches his eye and winks, taking a sip of his beer. 

Simon blushes and turns back to Marcus. 

“You're lying to me. I can tell. Let’s go. I’m taking you home.” 

“Why? So you can yell at me in the car? No thanks.” Simon says, glancing at Wille, who’s talking to someone. He licks his lips and eyes Wille’s hands that were on his body not 10 minutes ago.

"Simon! Are you even listening to me?"

Wille looks at him and Simon widens his eyes exasperatingly. He takes that as a hint and excuses himself from the conversation he’s in. He walks over to the couple and looks at Marcus. 

“Hey, man. Enjoying the party?” He asks him. 

“Yeah, we’re in the middle of something.” 

Simon watches the interaction, feeling his heart pound in his chest at Wilhelm’s proximity. He rolls his eyes at Marcus’ words. 

“No we’re not. You’re yapping at a brick wall, babe.” 

Wille snorts and brings his hand to his mouth, holding back a laugh. He clears his throat and looks at Simon. 

“Hey, Wilhelm.” He holds his hand out. 

“Simon.” 

They shake hands briefly. 

“Simon, I swear to god-“ 

“Woah. Let’s calm down, yeah? What’s going on? Is there a problem?” 

“None of your business.” 

Wille looks at him, “Marcus, is it? This is my house. So if there’s a problem, it is my business. No fights or you’ll have to leave.” 

Marcus scoffs, “Yeah. I’m trying to leave. Let’s go Simon.” 

“No.” 

“Simon-“ 

“Look man, if he doesn’t want to go, he doesn’t have to.” 

Marcus clenches his jaw, looking pissed. “Fine. I’ll be in the car. If you're not there within 10 minutes, I’m leaving.” He says before storming off. 

Wille turns to Simon, “No way you’re dating that piece of shit.” 

“He’s being extra moody tonight.” Simon sighs, “He’s usually not this bad.” 

“I find that hard to believe.” 

“He kinda has a valid reason tonight. Apparently I smell like you.” 

Wille raises his eyebrows, “Oh really?” He leans in and runs his nose along Simon’s neck, taking a deep breath in. 

Simon leans closer, biting his lip before Wille pulls back. 

“Hm. You do.” Wille looks at him smugly. 

Simon stares at him, letting out a longing sigh before he snaps out of his thoughts, ignoring the look on Wilhelm's face.

“I should go.” Simon groans. 

“Don’t tell me you’re actually gonna leave with that asshole?” 

“I am.” Simon sighs—tiredly this time, like he's given up.

“Why?” Wille looks at him confused. 

“We’ve been together for a year, I kinda feel bad now.” 

“Okay? Notice how you said kinda twice? Free yourself from him now before it gets worse.” 

“Wilhelm.” Simon says sternly.

Wille holds his hands up in defense, “You’re right. My bad. Have a good night.” 

Simon nods, “Thanks, you too.” He says, turning to walk away. 

Wille catches his waist before he can and leans down to whisper in his ear. 

“You have my number if he doesn’t satisfy you, baby.” 

———

2 weeks later

Simon sighs and looks over at a sleeping Marcus next to him. They had sex and he passed out right after. It’s currently 2 in the morning and Simon’s seriously contemplating calling Wilhelm. It’s too late. 

It’s Saturday. 

It’s also almost 3 in the morning, Simon. 

But who cares. 

He gets out of bed, clad in boxers and a tshirt, putting pants on. He grabs his phone and walks out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him. He goes to the kitchen and gets a glass of water, staring at Wilhelms contact name. 

It’s been about 2 weeks since the party and he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about him. Especially when he has sex with Marcus. That’s eventually how he had calmed him down after the fight. He dropped Simon off at home and a couple days later, Simon went to Marcus’ place and they fucked. Not like Wille. 

Simon bites his lip and decides to go for it, his heart racing in his chest. It rings 4 times before a voice picks up on the other end. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey,” Simon says quietly, “did I wake you?” 

“No, no I was up.” He hears Wille clear his throat, “It’s late. You okay?” 

“Yeah, shit-sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t ha-“ 

“Simon, Simon! It’s cool, I guess I shouldn’t have expected a call from you at a reasonable time.” 

“Right. Can I come over?” 

“Miss me already huh?” 

“Shut up.” Yes.

“You know the address?” 

“Uhh no, could you send it?” 

“No problem. See you soon?” 

“Yeah.” 

He hangs up and waits for the address before ordering an uber. He silently puts his shoes on and goes outside to wait for it. 

—

Simon thanks the driver and steps out of the car, walking to the front door of Wilhelms house. He pauses before knocking on the door. 

Wilhelm answers it with a grin. “Hey.” 

“Hey.” 

“Come in.” 

Simon steps in and looks around, it looks a lot different without a bunch of people there. He turns to Wille, who closes the door turning to him. 

“Hey.” Simon huffs out a laugh, “Sorry. I’m not-I’ve never done this before. I just-I couldn’t sleep.” 

Wille tilts his head and guides them to the living room, a hand on Simon’s waist, “Why’s that?” 

Simon’s skin feels like it’s on fire from the heat of his hand through the Tshirt—for fucks sake, get a grip. 

He swallows and sits down on the couch with Wille. 

“I don’t know.” 

“Simon.” 

Simon groans and throws his head back, “It’s Marcus. We had sex and I couldn't,” he licks his lips looking at Wille with a blush, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” 

“Come here.” 

Simon scoots closer to him and tentatively climbs in his lap as Wille puts his hands on his hips. 

“Came here cause he didn’t fuck you good enough?” 

Simon whines quietly and puts his hands on Wille’s shoulders, “No.” He pouts, sliding his hands down his arms. “He didn’t.” 

“Fuck. Is it bad how insanely hot I think that is?” Wille says, squeezing his hips. 

Simon shakes his head and rests his hands on Wille’s neck, “No.” he whispers, leaning in to kiss him.

“Mm.” Wille licks his mouth before pulling back and kissing the corner of his mouth, “How did he fuck you?”

“It was boring.” Simon sighs, tilting his head back and bringing his hands into Wille's hair as he kisses down his neck.

“Details, baby, tell me exactly what he did.” He licks his neck, making sure to not leave marks, slipping his hands under his shirt. 

“He-we kissed and I prepped myself.” Simon scratches his scalp lightly. 

Wille pulls away to look at him. “He made you do it yourself?” 

“He always does.” 

“So fucking stupid-what else?” He asks, squeezing his waist before sliding his hands down to Simon’s ass. 

Simon sighs at the touch, playing with his hair. “He fucked me, it was quick like-like he just wanted to cum as fast as possible-like he didn’t even want to enjoy it properly.” 

Wille rubs his hands over his thighs, thumbs inching closer to his dick, “Did you cum?” 

“Yeah, but like-I did it myself. He went to the living room and I took a shower, finished in there.” Simon runs a hand down his neck. 

“He didn’t even make sure?” He asks incredulously.

“No.” Simon pouts, “and when he was inside me, I just-I felt so empty. I wasn’t full-it wasn’t you.” He whines. 

“Fuck, baby. I’m glad you called.” Wille moves his hands back to his ass, “I got you, I’ll take care of you, don't worry. 

He shifts and lays Simon down on the couch. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” 

Simon watches him go upstairs and he pulls his shirt over his head, throwing it carelessly. He’s pulling his pants off when Wille comes back down with lube and a condom. He sets them on the coffee table and looks down at Simon. 

He grabs the waistband of Simon’s pants that are halfway down and pulls them off the rest of the way. He strips naked and spreads Simon's legs, kneeling between them. He grins when goosebumps rise on Simon’s legs as he drags his hand from his ankle to his thigh. 

“So pretty.” 

Simon's heart pounds and his breathing picks up. He feels like he can feel every touch of Wille’s in his veins, coursing through him and making him feel alive. His stomach is in knots and he looks at Wille pleadingly. 

“Please.” He says, hands going to his underwear to take them off.

Wille licks his lips and leans down to kiss him quickly, helping pull them off. He looks down at Simon’s fully naked form and heart races. He feels so lucky to be able to see him like this—touch him, feel the soft skin under his fingertips. 

He grabs the lube and gestures for Simon to hold his leg to his chest. Simon grabs under his knee and holds it while Wille coats his fingers, warming it up with his thumb.

Wille looks at him and waits until Simon nods to do anything. He rubs his thumb over his hole, rubbing lube on it before starting with 2 fingers, watching Simon’s face as he pushes them inside. 

Simon closes his eyes and hums, running his free hand down his body, up to his knee that's bent on the couch and down the inside of his thigh. Wille groans at the sight and thrusts his fingers in and out of him, putting his other hand over Simon’s, sliding it up and down his arm. 

He adds a third finger after scissoring his other two and stretches him, twisting his fingers to find his prostate. 

Simon gasps when he finds it, turning his arm to hold Wille’s hand. He feels overwhelmed already, tears stinging at his eyes. 

“Please.” He whispers, hand holding Wille’s tightly. 

“I know, I know. I got you.” Wille says quietly, pulling his fingers out when he deems it okay. He has to let go of his hand—much to his dismay—to put the condom on and lube himself up. He wipes his hands on a pair of discarded boxers. 

He lines himself up with Simon’s hole and looks at the desperate look on his face, pushing inside him slowly. Simon sucks a sharp breath in and bites his lip before letting it go at the stern look Wille gives him. He lets go of his leg and wraps it around his waist.

Wille bottoms out and pauses, holding his thigh. He leans down, one hand on the arm of the couch to support himself.

Simon lets out a shaky breath, finally having Wille inside him.

“That better, baby? Hm? Feel full?” 

“Yes.” Simon closes his eyes with a sigh, hands going to Wille’s torso, feeling tears fall.

“Aw it’s okay, baby.” Wille says softly, voice dripping with condensation. “You don’t have to cry, I’ll fuck you.” He wipes the tears from his eyes before sitting back up. 

“Please.” 

Wille holds Simon’s waist—so tiny. He pulls out to the tip, pushing back into him. 

Simon moans quietly and brings his hands to hold Wille’s forearms as he starts a steady pace. His face is relaxed, enjoying the feeling of him, opening his eyes to look at Wille. He runs one of his hands up and down his arm. 

“Thank you.” He breathes out, closing his eyes again. 

Wille runs his tongue over his bottom lip, “You’re welcome, but I’m not sure I like the fact that you can talk right now.” He says, huffing out a laugh. 

Simon opens his eyes again, “Mm, do somethin-fuck-about it then.” 

Wille pulls out and Simon whines and looks at him with wide eyes, not expecting it, “What? What are you doing?”  

Wille grins and grabs his hips, flipping him on his stomach on the couch. Simon moans and catches himself on it, leaning up on his hands as Wille grips his thighs, pushing them, “Up.” 

Simon moves so he’s on his hands and knees, feeling Wille drag a hand down his back to his ass. 

“You never told me what position he fucked you in.” Wille says, pushing back into Simon. 

Simon moans and drops to his elbows, arching his back. Wille puts his hands at the dip of it, holding his waist, shuffling on his knees to be closer—the couch is wide enough for Simon’s legs to be spread as he kneels between them. 

Simon’s breath hitches as Wille’s cock nudges his prostate in this position. 

“Huh?” Wille hums, encouraging Simon to answer him as he starts fucking into him again. 

“Oh-um-fuck, fuck-this one.” Simon gasps out before moaning at each thrust to his prostate. “He-I don’t know fuck-never really-ah!-looks at my face.” 

“I hate him. Fuck-you’re so tight.” Wille sighs and leans forward, bringing a hand to the back of Simon’s head, forcing him to turn it. Simon looks over his shoulder the best he can, “He doesn’t deserve you. I’d keep your head here if I could but I don’t want you to hurt your neck. You’re gorgeous.” 

Simon whimpers when Wille thrusts hard against his prostate and turns his head back when Wille lets go of him. He puts a hand on the arm of the couch to brace himself as he moves with every push of his cock inside him. 

His eyes roll back and he grips the fabric of the couch, mouth dropping open in a loud moan. 

“Feels good huh?” Wille tilts his head back and groans as Simon clenches around him. He stops his thrusts and leans over him, grinding into him, “Better than your stupid fucking boyfriend.” 

“Wille." He whine, "Yes-fuck.” 

“Every time he’s inside you,” Wille gives a hard thrust, “Every time he touches you,” he slides his hands down his sides as he fucks him, “You’ll think of me—think of how much better it feels when you’re with me.” He says hotly into his ear before leaning back up and doubling down. 

Simon’s eyes twitch and squeeze shut, hearing the rushing sound in his ears before he opens them and lets out a moan. 

“Please. Please. Feels so-“ He pants out, “So good, so full-fuck.” 

Wille leans down and wraps his arms around Simon's front, making him sit up on his cock. He keeps one hand across his waist, the other across his chest, playing with his collarbone.

“Oh!” Simon moans, hand finding Wille’s arm on his stomach, reeling from the new position, feeling his cock even deeper inside him. “Oh fuck!” 

His hips move on their own accord, lifting himself up and pushing back down on him, throwing his head back on his shoulder. “Wille.” He sighs. 

Wille starts slamming up into him, thrusting into his prostate, “That’s it, baby. Doing so good.” He whispers, kissing his neck.

Simon whimpers at the praise, “Touch me, please.”

Wille brings his hand up to Simon’s mouth, “Spit.” 

Simon’s eyebrows are furrowed and he whines, lost in the pleasure but he does as he’s told. 

“Good boy.” 

Simon’s dick twitches and he moans loudly, clenching around Wille. 

“Fuck, baby. You like that?” Wille groans and wraps his hand around his dick, steadily stroking it. “Like being my good boy?” 

“Yes, yes. Ah! Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum.” Simon reaches back and grips Wille’s hair, scratching the arm he’s holding. His eyes roll back and he squeezes them shut as he gasps, “I’m gonna cum, gonna cum-fuck!” 

His hips twitch as Wille fucks him through his orgasm, cumming on his hand and tugging his hair hard. 

“Fuck, baby. So fucking sexy. So pretty.” Wille groans as his dick twitches and he cums into the condom, moving both hands to grip Simon’s hips as he fucks up into him. “God.” 

“Ah.” Simon sighs and slumps against him when Wille stills inside of him as they come down. He loosens his grip in his hair and massages it when Wille winces, “Sorry.” 

“Mm,” Wille runs his cum free hand over Simon’s torso, “It’s okay, baby.” He slides it down to his thigh, massaging them when he notices a twitch. “Think you can stand?” 

“Fuck. I don’t know.” 

“Alright, I’ll help.” He lifts Simon off his softening dick and helps him, “Careful, don’t want cum on my couch.” He says as they both stand up.

Simon snorts, eyes closed, leaning against Wille as his legs shake. “Fuck.” He sighs. 

“Alright, come on, shower time.” 

—

By the time they’re done showering, Simon’s legs are less shaky and he’s steady on his feet—just tired. He denies Wille’s offer of clothes—Marcus.

Wille gets dressed and walks out to see Simon putting his clothes back on. 

“You should probably still disinfect the couch.” Simon says, lazily pulling his shirt on.

Wille walks over to him and plops down on the couch, arm on the back of it. He grins, amused.

“I’m sure I got a spray somewhere.” 

Simon shakes his head and sits next to him when he’s done getting dressed. He leans against the back and closes his eyes with a sigh. 

Wille runs his hand through his unruly curls, looking at him. “You good?” 

“Yeah. Just tired.” He opens his eyes, “Fuck, what time is it?” 

Wille looks at the clock hanging on his wall, “Almost 4.” 

“I should go.” 

“You can stay. If you want.” 

Simon licks his lips and turns his head, resting his cheek against Wille’s arm that’s on the couch. “I can’t. Work. Plus I’m sure Marcus is gonna text me as soon as he wakes up and realizes I’m not there.” 

Wille hums and purses his lips, “Okay.” 

Simon kisses his arm quickly and stands up, “Alright. I’ll see you.” 

Wille grabs his wrist and tugs him down on top of him, smiling at Simon’s yelp and giggle. He cups his cheek and kisses him deeply. 

“Okay. Now you can go.” 

Simon grins and gets back up, “Bye.” He bites his lip, trying to calm his racing heart. 

“Bye, baby.” 

———

Simon makes it a habit to call Wilhelm in the early hours of the morning for sex over the next couple months. He almost feels bad—almost—but Wille always answers the phone and is always ready to give him what he needs. 

He spends more time with him now too—after sex. They sit on the bed, or couch…or floor, and talk about their day, what they have planned and Wille listens to him rant about the stupid thing Marcus did this time. It’s almost routine—Simon calls, Wille answers, they have sex, they talk; sometimes eat. Wille seems to always have pudding in the fridge.

It doesn’t take long to find out that their friends are connected. Simon talks about Sara and Wille connects the dots with Felice and then Rosh and Maddie. 

It’s a Friday night and Wille invites everyone over; letting Simon know he can bring Marcus if he wants—he knows that’s probably the only way he can come. 

They’re all gathered in the living room, everyone in their own conversations, music is playing in the background and the drinks are flowing. It’s a casual night so they're not too drunk, yet at least.  

Wille’s sitting on the couch, Felice on his right and Simon on his left, Marcus sitting next to him. 

“So I told him that he had to come back another time. He got so mad, I swear I hate retail.” Felice says. 

“That sounds awful. I’m sorry.” 

Felice shrugs, “It is but it’s fine.” She smiles, “If you get me another drink.” 

Wille rolls his eyes with a smile, “I suppose I can do that.” 

Simon is scrolling on his phone, Marcus is too, seemingly ignoring him—how ironic—when Wille nudges his leg with his own. 

“Hey, you need another drink?” He asks softly.

“I’m good for now. Thanks.” He says, smiling. 

Wille stands up and walks past them to go to the kitchen. Marcus lifts his head up quickly before his jaw clenches and he looks at Simon. 

“Seriously?” 

Simon furrows his eyebrows, confused. “What?” 

Marcus scoffs in disbelief, “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” 

Everyone looks over at the two of them as Marcus raises his voice. 

“What?” 

“Him? Really? You’re fucking him?” 

There’s a mixture of confusion, understanding and what the fuck amongst the group. Simon’s lips part and he swallows nervously.

“What are you talking about?” 

“This shit again? Really!? I knew that you fucked someone at that party, I could smell it on you. And guess who just so happens to smell the same, at the same fucking house!” Marcus stands up and grabs his jacket, “You've been acting weird for months! This is fucking insane.” 

“Oh shit.”

“Marcus!” Simon’s heart rate picks up and he stands up, following him, his eyes meet Wille’s who walks out of the kitchen, having heard the commotion. He looks away, “It’s not wha-“ 

“It’s not what I think! No. I know exactly what’s going on. You’re just a cheating fucking slut!” 

“Woah, hey man. Not cool.” 

“Marcus!” 

Simon’s heart drops and he swallows the lump in his throat, blinking rapidly. 

“Get out.” Wilhelm says sternly, walking up to them. 

“Oh don’t worry.” Marcus scoffs, “You can have the whore all to yourself.” 

Wille’s jaw clenches and his nose flares in anger, “Get the fuck out. Now.” 

Marcus leaves, slamming the door behind him. 

Wille turns to Simon and touches his shoulder, “Hey,” he says softly, “Are you okay?” 

Simon takes a step away from him, a tear rolling down his cheek and he refuses to make eye contact with him, wrapping his arms around himself.

Wille sighs and closes his eyes briefly before looking at the group that’s just staring. 

“Can you guys like, fuck off for a second. Please. No offense.” 

“None taken. Let’s go.” Felice says and everyone follows her into the kitchen. 

He turns back to Simon, his heart breaking at the sight. 

“Simon.” He sighs, “Hey, talk to me.” 

“I-I have to-maybe he’s still here. I need to talk to him.” 

“What?” Wille looks at him confused. “You’re gonna go after him?” 

Simon’s voice is quiet as he speaks, “I need to explain-“

“No? No. He’s an asshole. He shouldn’t have said that to you.” 

“But it’s jus-“ 

Wilhelms face drops along with his heart, “Seriously? You’re actually considering talking to him?" He pauses, "I-wow.” His eyebrows raise as he scoffs, feeling stupid for thinking that maybe there was something between them. 

Simon notices and he feels a tinge of hope. “Give me a reason.” 

“What?” 

“Give me a reason to not go back to him.” 

“He's an asshole!” 

“Wilhelm.” Simon says, looking at him expectantly. 

Wille’s lips part and he looks at him, his heart pounding in his chest at the thought of telling him how he actually feels. “I-“ He stops, looking away from Simon.

Simon smiles sadly, “That's what I thought.” He turns to walk out of the door but Wille grabs onto his arm gently.

“Wait! Wait, just-wait.” He gently pulls Simon closer to him, “I’m not-fuck-just-“ he takes a deep breath in, looking him in the eye, “I like you, okay? I think you’re pretty, and funny, and kind. I’d..I’d like to get to know more about you.” He pauses and smiles, “and the sex is great, top notch, fantastic-“ 

Simon giggles and steps closer, pushing his stomach, “Shut up.” 

“-first rate, outstanding, superb-“ 

“Stop!” 

Wille grins and pulls him closer, “Is that good enough of a reason?” 

Simon nods, “Yeah...i was hoping you’d say that. I like you too, Wille.” 

“Good…marvelous, wonderful-“

“Oh my god, shut up.” Simon shakes his head and kisses him. 

“Mm” Wille hums, kissing back. “Excellent.” He mumbles against his lips before sliding his tongue into his mouth and wrapping his arms around Simon’s waist, pulling him flush against him. 

Simon puts his arms around his neck, breathing in through his nose and sighing at the feelings coursing through his body—finally able to have Wilhelm as his without Marcus in the way. That’s kinda fucked up. Don’t care. 

He pulls back before they get carried away, “What does this mean now?” 

Wille rests his forehead against his, “Whatever you want it to mean. I understand if you don’t wanna jump right into a relationship with me.” 

Simon closes his eyes and sighs, kissing him again, “I do. I want to be with you.” 

Wille sighs in relief, “Oh that’s nice to hear. I wasn’t really expecting all of this when I fell for you, I figur-“ 

“Fell for me?” Simon whispers, pulling back a bit to properly look him in the eye, their faces still inches from each other. 

“Shit. I-I that just slipped ou-“ 

“I fell for you too.” Simon says softly, playing with the hair at the back of Wille’s neck. 

Wille’s face slowly breaks out in a grin, “Really?” 

Simon nods, biting his lip with a smile, “Yeah.” He pauses, “I love you.” 

Wille laughs breathlessly in disbelief, gaze full of admiration, “I love you too.”

He pulls him in for another kiss that doesn’t last long before they're both smiling into it. They hear a noise in the kitchen and come back into reality. 

“Shit.” He takes a step back from Simon, keeping a hand on his waist, “You can come out now!” He calls out. 

Everyone files out of the kitchen with different expressions. 

“Okay, what the fuck just happened?” Felice questions. 

“Uhh.” 

“Are you guys like-together? What’s going on with Marcus.” 

“Who gives a fuck. Marcus is a dick.” Maddie pipes up. 

“Yeah. I’m glad he’s gone. No offense Simon but I've been trying to get you to break up with him forever.” Rosh says.

Simon rolls his eyes but doesn’t deny it. Henry walks up to Wille, throwing an arm around his shoulder.

“My man! Broke ‘em up and bagged him!” 

“Oh my god.” Wille rolls his eyes and pushes him off. “You’re unbelievable.”

The group gives their opinions, all glad Marcus left after what he said to Simon. If they have any thoughts about the cheating they don’t say anything, all going back to chilling in the living room. 

Simon turns back to Wille, wrapping his arms around his waist and looking up at him with a teasing smile. “You know this means you're a homewrecker right?” 

Wille scoffs, “And I’d do it again.” 

“You’re not allowed to cheat on me.” Simon deadpans. A little hypocritical but it’s fine. 

“Why in the world would I do that? You’re perfect.” 

“I literally cheated on my boyfriend Wille.” 

“Ex.” He pauses, “Flawless, exquisite, unsurpassable, stellar-“

“I’ll let you fuck me if you shut up.” 

“Phenome-“ Wille stops, looking at the lustful gaze Simon gives him. 

“We'll uh..be right back.” He directs towards the group, turning to head to the stairs, grabbing Simon’s hand.

“Oh great. Don’t be too loud, nobody wants to hear that.” Felice says, “And don’t be too long! I wanna play monopoly!” She calls after them.

They giggle and go upstairs, walking into his room. He pushes Simon against the door and locks it as Simon threads his fingers in Wille's hair. 

“You’re really gonna fuck me with all of them here?” 

“Baby I fucked you in my room with over a hundred people out there.” Wille responds, slipping his hands under his shirt.

“Yeah, but the music was loud and everyone was talking.” Simon pecks his lips. 

“I’m sure they’ll turn the music up if they hear you screaming my name.” Wille smirks, kissing him again.

“Oh my god.” 

“They might hear that too.” He mumbles against his lips. 

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

Simon pushes his chest, walking him backwards towards the bed. 

“Yeah, yeah, shut up and fuck me, lover boy.”