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"Gimme some of that, Will", Tommy said, stretching his hand towards the older male and the vodka bottle he had in his hand. They were at a house party who they didn't really know anyone in, so the two and a couple of friends had just formed their own little ring in the corner. They were playing truth or dare at the moment.
"Tommy no, this is way too strong for you", Wilbur said, raising his eyebrows at the younger male. "I'm not that drunk to give you it, idiot."
"Come on, man! I'm legal, bitch, gimme it."
"You've barely drank any alcohol before this, I don't wanna be the reason you end up shitfaced and throwing up all around the place-"
"Oh my god- Wilbur you just made the logical fallacy called slippery slope, dickhead- No, dude, I'm just gonna try it, are you kidding me? I'm not gonna "get shitfaced", fucking jerk."
Will rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He handed the bottle to Tommy, the boy's excited eyes meeting his before he took it. "I warned you, though."
Tommy carefully raised the bottle to his lips, tilting it slowly so he wouldn't get too much of the liquid in his mouth. He took a sip, the alcohol pouring down his gullet. Initially it didn't feel like much, until he felt a sudden burning sensation in his throat.
"Eww", Tommy grimaced, giving the bottle back to Wilbur, who laughed.
"Fucking idiot. Told ya."
"Well, now I know it for a fact, at least. You're a jerk."
Wilbur just rolled his eyes.
"Okay, shut up, you two; Toby, truth or dare?" Niki interrupted the boys, as their bantering was distracting the game they had going on. The ring let out a laugh at Niki's comment before fixating their gazes on Tubbo.
"..truth."
"Name one thing you hate about everyone in this group."
"Oh finally", Tubbo said, making Wilbur and a couple others burst out in laughter. "Okay. Phil; you don't let me do stupid shit. Wilbur; you never respond to my messages. Tommy; you literally don't know when to shut the fuck up. Jack; you've leaked my number like three times. Niki.. you scare me. Done", Tubbo grinned, ignoring everyone complaints about how the accusations are apparently completely false and incredibly overexaggerated. Tommy wasn't too offended by what Tubbo had said about him, though it did seem a bit ruder that the other ones. He knew he was a bit extra sometimes, so who cared.
"Jack, truth or dare?" Tubbo asked the older brunette, who was in the middle of mumbling something about how there was no way he'd done it thrice and that the latest one wasn't really even his fault.
"Dare. I'm not a pussy."
"Sure thing. Kiss Wilbur."
"What the hell?"
Tubbo burst out laughing, all while Jack was sending pretentiously disgusted glances towards Wilbur who was now laughing as well. "Do it. You said you're not a pussy."
"Oh fuck off.." Jack said, taking a sip of his cheap beer before leaning in towards Wilbur. The older male laughed after Jack pressed their lips together, pulling away after a second or two. The scene made an annoyed feeling bubble in Tommy's stomach. Why couldn't he get that dare? He had a huge crush on his older friend, but of course Jack go to kiss him. Fucking hell.
"Why are you such a bad kisser?" Wilbur asked and grinned. Tommy bet Wilbur was a good kisser. Really good.
He could barely stop himself from getting too excited about the thought of kissing Wilbur himself.
"'M not, what the fuck?" Jack scoffed. Will just laughed. "Tommy, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Who's your crush?" Jack asked with an annoying grin on his face. Tommy had mentioned earlier in the game that he had a crush, but had refused to tell who it was, as it hadn't been part of the question.
"NO, I'm not gonna tell you, literally." Mild panic rose to Tommy's chest at the thought of telling he had a huge crush of his best friend. He was literally sitting next to him, what the fuck would the man think of him? Will was like eight years his senior.
"You gotta, you chose truth!" Jack said loudly.
"Yeah man, just spit it out", Tubbo joined in too, grinning at the younger boy. "You have to."
"No!"
"Okay I'll ask you yes or no questions and we gotta find out that way, yeah?" Jack said, raising his eyebrows slightly at the blonde. Tommy rolled his eyes and groaned like he was in pain, but eventually gave in. "Okay. Is it a girl?"
"Uh.." Tommy was quiet for a moment. ".no." He guessed that no one had expected him to actually say no, at least based on the mildly shocked expressions of the others after he quietly answered. Their faces went back to normal after a short time though, the group looking at him teasingly.
"Is it someone we know?" Jack asked his second question. Tommy mentally cussed the older out for asking it.
"..well.. yes.." A large amount of "OOO"'s emerged from the ring after he answered. They were all grinning now, watching as Tommy groaned and buried his head into his hands.
"Okay, is.. How old's he?"
"Yes or no questions, Jack", Phil pointed out. Jack rolled his eyes at the older's shit-eating grin.
"You cock. Okay whatever, is he over twenty?"
"Fuck off, man, actually. Yeah he is", Tommy said. he tapped his feet on the ground nervously, hiding his emotions being his pissed expression.
"Is he British?" Tubbo asked.
"..Yep."
"Uh.. Brunette?"
"Why are you doing this?"
"Answer the fucking question, dipshit", Wilbur said, giving Tommy a push on the shoulder. The younger tried to poke his eyes in revenge but the man easily slapped his hand away.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, he's brunette. I hate you all."
"Is it George?" Niki asked with a teasing smile, laughing at Tommy's disgusted expression.
"No, no, what the fuck? You guys are the fucking worst, I do not have a crush on Gogy." The whole group laughed loudly at his agony.
"Is it Will?"
Tommy's silence and the deep blush that spread onto his face was enough of an answer. The entire ring went crazy, either cheering or teasing him to death.
"Wait, is it actually me?" Wilbur asked. Tommy was scared to see his expression but still turned towards the older, surprised by how little his eyes had disgust or unsettlement in them. Wilbur's face was surprised but not in a bad way, with a small tint of adoration.
Tommy groaned, running his hand through his hair. "I mean.."
"I fucking knew it, of course the wife haver has soft-spot for Wilbur Soot", Phil grinned, laughing as Tommy cussed him out.
"Shut the fuck up.."
"I have my hard hands over his soft-spot, soon you will see", Wilbur hummed, earning an annoyed huff from the younger blonde.
"Can you go on for a fucking' day without quoting Los Campesinos?"
Will laughed at the remark. Tommy was glad that everyone seemed quite cool about him having a crush on the older. He imagined if he'd still been 17 they wouldn't be so careless, but he was 18, so whatever.
The game continued. Everyone seemed to forget about his confession pretty quickly, though Tommy caught Wilbur catching glances of him a few times. He couldn't tell what the expression on the man's face indicated, but Will always quickly turned away. The younger frowned. Will probably would have wanted to talk to him alone, but couldn't in the middle of the game. Tommy was relieved by the fact; he feared that Wilbur would just question him and it'd be super awkward.
Approximately an hour later, after several drinks on Tommy's part and the rapid decreasing of the liquid inside the bottle on Will's, Phil decided to ask the same question from Wilbur that Jack motherfucker had asked him.
"Who's your crush?"
Wilbur smiled to himself, in a slightly ominous but mostly just drunk way. "Guess."
"I have no clue, mate, you gotta tell."
"Is it a guy?" Jack chimed in, doing the same question game as with Tommy. His voice was a little slurred, but Tommy had definitely seen him in a worse state.
"Mhm", Wilbur smiled confidently, blinking slowly as he raised the bottle to his lips.
"British?"
"Yeahh", Will grinned. "The most British motherfucker I've seen."
"Brunette?"
"Nope."
"Is he over-"
"Is it someone we know?" Tubbo cut Jack off. His voice was pretty steady, Tommy pointed out. Tubbo was probably the most sober in the group, followed by Phil.
Wilbur giggled childishly. "Absolutely."
"Over twenty?"
Will seemed to think for a moment before saying: "No."
Suddenly Niki gasped, as if she'd realized something revolutionary. "Is it Tommy?" she exclaimed. Wilbur sent the blonde a soft, teasing smile before breaking into giggles again.
"Holy shit", Phil said. "Kiss, you fuckers."
"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" Jack shouted, the others joining in quickly. Tommy's whole face was red as a tomato, but Will seemed like he couldn't give less of a shit about the embarrassment as he leaned in and pressed their lips together. Tommy's hand jolted into the man's hair, his other palm pressing against the soft fabric of his sweatshirt. Wilbur's lips moved against his passionately and without any care about the group of people around them. When the brunette pulled away, his lips still stayed close to Tommy's face; his breath smelled strongly of vodka and Tommy would have probably been a bit grossed out if he wouldn't have been so drunk as well.
Will's mouth formed into a smirk before the pulled away from Tommy's thoroughly flustered face.
"I like you, by the way", Wilbur giggled, unable to keep up the badass attitude.
"I like you too, asshole", Tommy mumbled. It seemed like they'd both forgotten the people that were all staring at them with a positively shocked expression. "Be my boyfriend."
"Are you serious?" Wilbur's words sounded serious, but his face was still formed into a childish, giggly expression.
"Absolutely, you prick", Tommy chuckled as well. He had no clue why they thought the situation was so funny. The others laughed before starting to clap, Jack exclaiming loudly that 'the wife haver is gay'. Tommy sent him an unholy glare, which only made the older laugh more.
They ended the game shortly after, as everyone was pretty much drunk enough to socialize without feeling awkward.
"Hey Phil, can you film me?" Will grinned as he handed his phone to Phil.
"Why?"
"You'll see, you'll see, just look", Wilbur chuckled. Phil started the video, pointing the camera at Wilbur who started walking towards Tommy. The man loudly exclaimed "I'm dating the gremlin child!" before grabbing the blonde by his waist.
"Fuck you, 'm not a child anymore, you fucking bastard-" Tommy complained, hitting Wilbur in the face as the man burst out laughing. Phil could barely keep up with the two as Tommy started chasing Will around the house. The man was screaming in fear but they finally encountered each other as Wilbur tricked Tommy into losing his balance. He pushed the boy onto the red, cluttered couch, crawling on top of him with the blonde trying to push the older away without success.
Tommy only calmed down when Wilbur buried his face into the younger's neck and planted soft kisses all around his skin. "You prick", Tommy mumbled into Wilbur hair.
"What the hell, dude?" Phil laughed as he ended the video and handed the phone back to Wilbur. The brunette hummed and laugh with a wide smile.
"I'll tweet it", Will slurred out.
"Uhh", Phil said, raising his eyebrow. "I don't know if that's.."
"I'm legal now, bitch", Tommy said. Wilbur was still laying half on top of him, but the boy didn't seem to care. "What're they gonna do?"
"Yeah, those fuckers can't do shit.." Wilbur said slowly, with his eyelids half-closed. "Oh shit, I gotta download Twitter again."
Somewhere in his mind Tommy was aware that Wilbur was so fucking drunk that he'd no doubt regret every one of his life choices in the morning, but right now, he didn't know anything else than the feeling of the man's lips against his neck and his legs straddled around his hips as the older had laid on top of him. He didn't care about consequences, as long as he got to be with Wilbur.
They left the party together, taking a taxi and going to Will's apartment. Tommy was way too tired to do anything, so they just pretty much passed out on the man's bed.
-
Ta-dah. Tommy had been absolutely right.
After waking up next to the blonde in his own apartment, Will completely freaked out. He reached for his phone in panic, waking up the younger boy in process.
"Fuck.." Will said quietly, staring at the screen in shock.
"Hm?" Tommy's voice was raspy, as he'd just woken up.
"The tweet. The video", Will said, running his hand through his tangled hair. "The fucking video. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck- Tommy, I'm fucked, they think I'm a fucking nonce-"
"Whoa whoa, hold on, you idiot", Tommy groaned and sat up straight to look at the phone. "Who's saying that? I've been eighteen for like three months, there's no way people are mad at you. Look at that", he clicked at the replies. "They're just shocked, but they're happy, you stupid fucker."
Wilbur turned towards him. His expression seemed desperate. "But.."
"It's fine, man."
Wilbur was silent for a bit. "Okay whatever, you're right. They're not too freaked out. I think I'm still gonna write some stupid fucking essay about how you're eighteen and how I didn't like you before that and blah blah blah, whatnot. I kinda wanna keep the video up tho. It's pretty funny."
"Did you not like me before I was eighteen?"
Wilbur looked at him upon hearing the boy's curious voice. He shrugged his shoulders. "Not really. Guess I just started thinking that oh shit, he's actually an adult, y'know. I looked at you in a different way", he said, turning towards his phone once again. He had was already writing a thread about the situation. "So I guess I just developed feelings, then."
"Mhm. Makes sense, I guess."
"..D'you wanna continue this, by the way?"
Tommy raised his eyebrows in confusion. "What'chu mean?"
"Do you.. Do you actually wanna date, or was just that you being drunk?"
"Idiot", Tommy rolled his eyes. "It was definitely me being drunk, but it doesn't make it any less real. Yeah I wanna date."
Wilbur looked at him for a moment before sighing in relief. "Okay. Cool."
"'Cool'?" Tommy laughed.
"Shut up", Wilbur grinned and let out a laugh. "Okay. Not cool. Awesome." He wrote the tweet and read through it a couple times before tweeting it. "That'll do. If they still complain, I'll kick their ass."
Tommy laughed wholeheartedly, leaning his head against Will's shoulder. "Ah. I'm so fucking happy, y'know."
"Oh yeah?" Wilbur smiled softly, brushing a hair off the younger's eyes. "Why?"
"Being with you."