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He had always thought there would be something magical about turning 20, finally growing out of the word teenager and actually being referred to as an adult. But there wasn't anything magical about the way Tommy felt, waking up at noon on a Wednesday morning, his birthday, with absolutely nothing to do other than lounge around the house in his pants. He was no longer a teenager, he was an adult, so you couldn't excuse that behaviour anymore. You could only call it useless.
He crawled out of his bed, not bothering to put any clothes on before going downstairs and shoving any excuse of a breakfast (or maybe lunch, at this point) into his mouth. He was pathetic, really. He hoped the party would somehow cheer him up.
After eating, he sat down on the sofa and looked through his emails, checking if he'd gotten any replies to his applications, and he wasn't even surprised to see nothing.
After finishing college, he decided fuck uni, he's going to get a job instead. Well, that was almost a year ago, and still, nothing happened. It's hard to stay cheerful when you either get no response or a rejection from places. He'd been in a few interviews, but nothing he can't count on two hands. He was seriously considering buying a pair of heels and heading down to the nearest strip club to apply there.
His day was spent mostly in boredom, watching TV, playing games, checking his emails over and over again. He only got dressed when he knew his parents would be home soon, he wanted to at least impress them by putting clothes on if he couldn't do it with anything else.
From his bedroom, he could hear the car pulling up. But then, instead of coming inside, Tommy heard them start talking with someone. He headed over to the window and cracked it open to hear.
"Oh I completely forgot that was today," he heard a voice, but that didn't belong to his mother nor his father. No, that was their neighbour.
Three years ago a man named Wilbur moved into the house next door, and Tommy absolutely fell in love with him. He was a tall man, really beautiful, with dark brown hair and eyes that crinkled when he smiled. His facial features were soft, almost feminine, but his build was broad and lanky. It was a fascinating contrast that caught Tommy's eyes immediately. But of course, he knew he had very little chance with such a beautiful man as a seventeen year old little boy. They became friends almost immediately, but Tommy never dared to start anything, afraid of rejection.
"Yes, he's turning twenty," his mother replied to the man.
"Congratulations! He's certainly grown into a very handsome young man. Happy celebrating to you!"
"Thank you so much!"
The conversation ended there, and Tommy heard his parents entering the house, but he was too caught up in what Wilbur had said to focus on his parents now. Will said he's a handsome young man! The words lit a fire in Tommy's heart and turned his blank face into a grin so wide it almost stretched from ear to ear.
For the rest of the day, he was unreasonably happy, which pleasantly surprised his family and friends. They knew how much it was weighing on Tommy that he'd been rejected from so many places, so they only really expected him to be mildly cheerful about his birthday, but he was over the Moon the whole evening. After the celebration, his parents asked him if there was a special reason why he was so happy, but he only told them a half-truth.
"I like being around my loved ones," he reasoned with a shrug, "And who the hell is sad on their birthday?"
His parents accepted his answer, although they were probably hoping Tommy would say he got a job. They didn't bring it up, not wanting to ruin Tommy's mood. That night, he went to sleep in a good mood, and with a plan in mind.
His plan was that the next day, after his parents had left for work (so usually whenever he wakes up), he'll cut a few slices of his leftover birthday cake, stack them up on a pretty plate, and go over to the neighbour's house with them. It's not much, but it's at least a conversation starter. So he did exactly that.
He made sure he looked presentable, something he rarely ever did these days, but he went the extra mile this morning. Put on nice clothes, even shaved off his stubbles. Then he cut six slices of his chocolate cake, arranged them as nicely as he could, and he locked the door behind himself before walking over to the house on his right.
He knew Wilbur would be home, it wasn’t even a question. The man worked from home as an editor and if he ever left his house, it was during the evening, or during holidays. This time being neither, he knew there would be someone waiting for him on the other side of the door.
When he knocked, no one answered, so he rang the bell. And a few seconds later, he could hear footsteps inside. A little faster, coming down the stairs. Slower, knocking on the hardwood, crossing the living room, and–
The door opened. "Tommy! Good to see you, man! How are you?"
"I'm good, I'm good. I just brought you some cake, didn't wanna leave you out of the fun," he said with a smile, and handed the plate over to Wilbur.
"Oh you shouldn't have..." The man opened the door wider. "Come on in."
Tommy stepped into the house, Wilbur followed behind. As he looked around, he noticed a few things that had changed since he was last here, maybe a year ago. The pillows had new covers on them, and he distinctly remembered the walls being a darker shade of green. And a bit dirtier, as well. The last owners had two kids who messed up the house quite well. They moved out when they got too big and decided they wanted separate rooms. This house only had two bedrooms, one of which, as Wilbur had told him, he used only for storage.
Tommy sat down on the sofa in the centre of the room, and looked through the clutter on the small coffee table. An empty vase, a few candles; maybe Wilbur had a date recently? Tommy pursed his lips as he thought about what the person might have looked like, what Wilbur’s ideal woman would look like. Maybe it was a tall blonde woman, the model type, who gracefully put one foot right in front of the other as she walked like life was her runway. Or maybe a shy brunette, who always smiled when someone said her name, and her laughter chimed like bells, just like Wilbur's own. Maybe a feisty redhead, who would unashamedly flirt with Wilbur until he blushed.
Speaking of. Wilbur returned from the kitchen with two plates and forks, each had a slice of Tommy's cake on. He placed one in front of Tommy, then sat down in an armchair across from him with his own slice.
"I've had enough already, I brought it for you to enjoy," Tommy said.
"No, you should have some. It's so rude if it's just me eating."
He grabbed the plate and started cutting little bite sized pieces off the cake to eat.
"So tell me, what's going on with you?" Wilbur prompted. "I haven't heard from you in a few months."
"Well, I'm still job hunting with no success, so my life is pretty boring right now. I don't wanna bore you with the details of exactly how I disappoint my parents every day."
"I'm sure you're not disappointing them," Will reassured him. The smile he sent Tommy's way was another sweet gesture, a thing he often did. One of the main characteristics that made Tommy fall in love with him; how he was always so kind and cheerful. "You'll find a job eventually, you just have to find the right one."
"Why don't you tell me about what's been going on with you instead?"
"Me? Uh... Well, I've recently done a small renovation. I painted the walls here and in my bedroom."
"I can see." Tommy once again looked around at the walls.
"Not much has been going on, to be honest. I'm too busy working."
"Have you had a date?"
Wilbur made a little sound, as if he was going to spit the cake out of his mouth, but he kept it down, out of respect. He swallowed, then started coughing. "I'm sorry, what?"
Tommy looked down at the coffee table, "Well, you've got a few candles here, and a vase, which is empty. I assume you had flowers in it when the lovely lady came, to impress her."
"What are you, Sherlock Holmes?" Wilbur laughed and placed the remaining few bites of his cake on the table. "It's not... it wasn't really a date. He just–" He. "–said he'd drop by for dinner, but the place seemed so empty without decoration, so I threw these out here."
"Did you have pink roses in them?"
"No. Why?"
"No reason, just would've been cool if I guessed that correctly."
They both started laughing, and in the fit of giggles, all Tommy could think about was how Wilbur referred to the person as a he. But he also said it wasn't a date. Does that mean it wasn't a date because it was a he instead of a she? Or were there other reasons?
"What about you? Any new people that catch your interest?" Wilbur asked.
"Nothing new, no," Tommy said.
"No dates?"
"This is the closest I've been to a date for months."
"Oh, well, we should make it count, then, huh?"
Wilbur fished out a lighter from the little side table next to the sofa, and lit the candles on the coffee table. They didn't give much light in the daytime, but it's the thought that counts. And that was another very sweet gesture. At what point should Tommy stop blushing from these things?
"Thank you," he said with a smile. "Anything else interesting going on in your life other than painting walls and not dating?"
"Well, this neighbour kid came over to my house with cakes this morning."
Tommy hummed. "Sounds fascinating."
"He is, I really like the guy. I've missed him a lot."
"Something tells me he missed you, too."
After finishing their cakes, Tommy went back home. Wilbur walked him out of the house and watched him as he crossed the little space between their houses. From the doorway, Tommy turned back for a moment to wave goodbye to the man, who returned his wave with a smile so beautiful, Tommy actually felt his knees buckle. He practically fell into his home, and spent several minutes recovering from that while just sitting in silence on the floor. Holy shit, Wilbur was unfairly pretty.
When his parents came home, they asked their usual series of questions. How was your day, what have you been doing, did you get any emails was the usual concoction. He didn't want to tell them he went to see Wilbur, for some reason he wanted to keep that hidden between just the two of them. So he kept his descriptions of his day to a minimum, and when they finally got to the email question, Tommy realised he had not checked it once. He just said no, out of habit.
Once the night began to settle in, he went to take a shower, then did his usual nightly scroll through his emails to check for anything work related. He didn't expect much, to be honest, too used to seeing empty inboxes, or the word rejected plastered across his phone screen. When he opened the newest mail he got, he was shocked to see they'd invited him in for an interview. Tommy couldn't believe it. He read the paragraphs over and over again, he realised his mind wasn't playing tricks on him and he actually had an interview scheduled for next Monday.
His first reaction wasn't running and telling his parents. For some reason, he felt the need to tell Wilbur instead. He opened his messages with the man – because yes, they sometimes messaged each other – to tell him the great news.
Tommy (sent 10:09pm)
They called me in for an interview!
Wilbur (sent 10:20pm)
I knew you could do it
Such simple words, nothing romantic or even just special about them, but they still spread a warm feeling all throughout Tommy's body.
The next week, on Monday morning, Tommy woke up early. He somehow made himself not only look presentable, but downright professional, with navy trousers and a white button up tucked neatly in it, and a few subtle accessories. He decided not to overdo it, since the job was just some retail work for a clothing brand, but he still wanted to look like he wanted the job. Because he did, desperately.
His dad took him to the place by car, so Tommy was there 15 minutes early. They valued his punctuality, and his choice of clothing didn't go unnoticed either. The woman complimented his style.
Then the interview began, during which Tommy felt like he sweated the entire glass of water that they offered him out of his system. She drilled him for about 20 minutes, but judging by the reactions, his answers were satisfactory. At last, she let Tommy ask a few questions. And then that was it. They shook hands and Tommy was free to go.
He took the tube back home and on the way he messaged Wilbur again.
Tommy (sent 9:40am)
Are you busy?
Wilbur (sent 9:59am)
I'm working but it's not an urgent project
Tommy (sent 10:04)
Can I come over in 20?
Wilbur (sent 10:08am)
Just don't bring me more cake
Tommy (sent 10:10am)
Do you not like it?
Wilbur (sent 10:12am)
I like it too much. I finished it all before the weekend. At this point it's a threat to my health
Tommy (sent 10:13am)
Lmao fine. We can't have you becoming diabetic I guess
Wilbur (sent 10:18am)
And tell me about your interview
Tommy (sent 10:20am)
I will
A little after they finished chatting, Tommy got off the tube and walked the remaining little distance to Wilbur's home. This time, when he knocked on the door, Will opened it for him quicker, expecting his arrival.
"Is this what you were wearing?" Wilbur slowly raked his eyes down Tommy's form, taking in his clothing. He licked his lips.
"Yes," Tommy said. "She said I looked lovely."
"You really do."
Wilbur took Tommy to the kitchen this time, where they sat at the counter on tall barstools, where Tommy's legs couldn't touch the floor. He gave Tommy a glass of orange juice and offered him some fruit, but Tommy politely declined.
"So, tell me, how did it go?" Wilbur leaned on his elbows, turned towards Tommy and smiled. Oh God, that smile…
Tommy told him about the interview. How it went, how nervous he felt, how nice the lady was who interrogated– I mean interviewed him. He even retold a few questions that he found weird, and they both had a good laugh. He told Wilbur how he thought he did really well, but didn't want to jinx it.
"I'm sure you'll get it," Wilbur patted him on the shoulder, and his hand lingered there, giving Tommy a few squeezes on the tight muscle. "You're a very sweet guy, I'm sure they'll see how lovely it is to have you around. And I'm also sure they won't regret it, because you're a great work force."
Tommy blushed profusely. "How would you know that?”
"Because I see the ambition you have. When you used to be in school you were always so determined to keep up a good grade, even if it was in a particular subject you weren't good at. You studied a lot and came out on top. I'm sure you can keep that up in your workplace as well."
"How do you know all this?" Tommy asked. His parents couldn't have told Wilbur all of that, surely.
"I've seen you spend hours studying outside."
In the backyard of Tommy's house, there was a roofed porch with a picnic table. The family often grilled out there during summertime, and yes, Tommy liked sitting out there to study. Away from the distractions electronics always offered for him in his room, it was easier to focus on the task at hand. Whether he was in just a t-shirt and shorts, or had two layers of clothes on with a blanket wrapped around him for extra heat, Tommy would often come out and do his work on the porch.
"I can see you from the window in my room. But I'm not trying to spy on you, I promise," Wilbur laughed.
"How long have you been watching me for, you creep?" Tommy shoved at Wilbur's shoulder, and they both broke out laughing.
After about an hour more of chit chatting, Tommy finally rose from the stool and decided it was time to leave. Wilbur had work and he had a day long of lounging around to catch up on, so they said their goodbyes. Wilbur walked Tommy to the door again, and watched as he crossed the space between the two houses then disappeared into his own home. Tommy was ecstatic, and not just from the successful interview. Talking with Wilbur always brought a cheerfulness out of him, and learning today that Wilbur sometimes watched him from the window made him feel a sense of giddiness. He was happy Wilbur was interested in him enough to learn such a miniscule fact about him such as preferring to study outside.
For the next few days while he waited for an answer regarding his interview, Tommy resumed his usual daily routine. Sleeping in a little, sitting around in his pants, very rarely doing anything worthwhile. He started messaging and calling Wilbur more often, chatting about anything. Tommy had never met someone who could make talking about the weather seem interesting.
And of course, Wilbur's words did not leave Tommy's mind. The one about seeing into their backyard. Since that day, Tommy had several thoughts about that particular thing, all of them dirtier than the previous one. Why was he so into the idea of being watched by Will, he wasn't sure. But his thoughts eventually drove him out to the backyard on a hot, sunny day.
He brought a mat with himself and laid it across the grass. He took off his t-shirt, leaving him in short shorts. He plucked a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and placed it on his head to shield his eyes from the sun as he lay down on the mat on the ground. As he lay there, he let his hands move around and trace patterns on his own bare torso, sometimes dipping ever so slightly below the waistband of his shorts, or coming up to brush over his nipples. Teasing himself until he had a noticeable tent in his trousers.
His phone vibrated next to him.
Wilbur (sent 1:24pm)
Wyd??
Tommy (sent 1:26pm)
Sunbathing. Why?
Tommy (sent 1:30pm)
You watching again, creep? ;)
Wilbur (sent 1:30pm)
No
That quick reply, the one worded message, clearly a lie. That's all the confirmation he needed. He shoved the waistband of his shorts to his mid-thighs and with a firm grip, he started jerking his cock.
He tried putting on a show, his free hand running up and down his body, nails scraping and fingers pinching here and there. His mouth opened in ecstasy, though he never let any sounds louder than some standard panting fall from his lips. He bit his lips or sometimes his fist to contain his moans. He tried changing up the pace of the strokes, sometimes slower, sometimes faster, keeping his audience entertained while he egged himself on.
Almost the entire time, he didn't dare to look up to the window where he knew Wilbur would have to be in order to see him, because he was worried that Will's previous message wasn't a lie. Instead, he imagined Wilbur right here with him, watching him only from a couple feet away, unable to peel his eyes away from Tommy. He felt so hot, so sexy, so wanted. It didn't take long for him to reach an orgasm, barely even 10 minutes before he was on the edge.
He finally willed his worries away and glanced up at the window – thank god for the sunglasses – and he saw Wilbur. He was watching, with his mouth slightly agape and his eyes trained on not Tommy's face but his body. That's how Tommy climaxed, with Wilbur watching him and him watching Wilbur. Warm cum splattered all over Tommy's stomach, and finally, a strangled little sound somehow made it past his efforts to keep it down. His muscles trembled with exertion before fell completely limp on the ground. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths until he eventually calmed down. By then, the cum pretty much dried on his skin, leaving him feeling icky and uncomfortable, so he had to go inside to wash up.
The warm temperature carried through the next couple days, and Wilbur and Tommy stopped messaging each other. The heat was unbearable, just like the loneliness and regret Tommy felt.
He was hired for the retail job, and he started working regular hours. Which meant he was commuting to and from work via public transport, which could quickly get hot and stuffy. With the sun constantly beating down, Tommy decided he'd had enough and he'd cool off. And in the meantime, he'll fix the silent treatment he'd been getting from Wilbur.
When he got home, he said hi to his parents, who arrived not long before him. They asked how the shift went, and Tommy told them in vague details that some people were dicks, but his day was otherwise uneventful. Then he headed upstairs, changed into swimming trunks and a regular t-shirt, and from the cupboard he grabbed his old kiddy pool. Arguably, it wasn't the best idea he'd ever had, but it seemed fun; so with a grin on his face, he announced to his parents that he'll be going over to Wilbur's, then left the house.
He knocked on the door once. Twice. Then rang the bell for good measure. At last, Wilbur opened the door for him, and he was rather surprised to find Tommy there.
"Hi," he said, deadpan. "What got you here?"
"Weather's been so hot recently," Tommy said. He could see Wilbur agreed with him, because the man was also wearing a tank top, and shorts that ended just above his knees, letting his body breathe. These were the days brits often envied the air conditioning other people had in their houses. "I thought we could. You know. Cool off."
He held up the deflated kiddy pool in his hands and smiled with his lips pressed tightly together, waiting for Will to either shoo him away or let him in. The man didn't say anything, he simply stepped to the side and opened the door wide to let Tommy in. He walked in freely.
"We should probably go outside for that, huh?"
Wilbur led Tommy out into the backyard through the back door, and they sat on the grass in the shade of the old oak tree. They spent quite a few minutes in awkward silence as they took turns blowing up the pool to its full expanse. Once that was done, they began filling it with lukewarm water until it reached the halfway point. In the meantime, Wilbur changed into swimming trunks as well, and by the time the pool was half full, they were both ready to crawl in.
It was a pretty ridiculous sight, two men, both over 6 feet tall, lounging in a pool made for children. Their limbs dangled out of the pool – Tommy's crossed over Wilbur's, just to create a point of physical contact between them. But ridiculous or not, the water was nice enough to keep them trapped there for quite a while, splashing themselves with the cool liquid and sometimes dipping their head below to wet their hair.
Wilbur looked gorgeous with droplets of water running down his body and matting his hair to his forehead. Some of it gathered in the hollow at the base of his throat, and Tommy felt a strong urge to dip his tongue in there and lick it all up, like a thirsty animal. At what point they started talking, he wasn't sure. Still, even after days of not speaking, it just came so naturally to them.
"I got the job," Tommy mentioned, because he realised he hadn't spoken to Wilbur since he was hired. "I've been working for three days now."
"That's wonderful, Toms! How do you like it?"
"It's good. The coworkers are cool and the place is nice. I finally have something to do every day."
"I'm so happy for you," Wilbur said with a genuine grin. "And I'm glad you didn't give up."
"Well, it was hard after a year of no success, but I guess having your loved ones believe in you gives you strength." He looked up at the sky through the leaves of the oak tree, avoiding Wilbur's eyes. "You made me happy, too. With your ambition bullshit."
"Ambition bullshit?"
"You know, after my interview, you said I have lots of ambition. And it'll help with my job when I eventually get one."
Wilbur scoffed, barely audible. "Oh, so you remember that conversation?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
"Something that happened recently made me think you completely forgot what I said that day."
Tommy remembered Wilbur telling him how he could see into the backyard, the messages they exchanged, the eyes that burned into him as he came all over himself, out in the open.
"You know that wasn't the case."
"I just hoped it was."
"Why?" Tommy asked, and finally turned to squint at Wilbur. "Did you not like it?"
It was now Wilbur's turn to look away flustered. "Shut the fuck up."
"No, tell me."
"Tommy."
"Wilbur. Tell me."
"You're fucking insufferable."
"Yeah, then why did you watch?"
Wilbur's eyes snapped back to him in surprise. "How did you–"
"I saw you. In the window."
"And you..."
"Yes. I wanted you to watch."
"Why?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
And then Tommy got on top of Wilbur, hands leaning on the rubbery bottom of the pool on either side of the man, caging him as Tommy kissed him. Wilbur let out a confused huff, then he was kissing back. Hands came up to cradle Tommy's face gently, wetting his sun-dried skin. They sat up properly while not letting go of each other for even a second. Tommy was on top, straddling Wilbur and running his hands up and down the man's shoulders, arms, back. One of Wilbur's hands dipped into wet blond curls and scratched at his head.
The kiss was a little messy. Eager. Hungry. Needy. You could tell they both wanted this for a while but neither had the courage until now. It showed in the way they pulled each other impossibly close, until their hot, wet skin melted into one. In the way their mouths moved against one another, pushing further, needing more. Wanting to discover every square inch of the other's body they could reach.
Wilbur pushed Tommy down until they were horizontal. The water reached up to Tommy's eyes, making him scrunch them shut even tighter, but he didn't complain for a second. Not when he was being kissed by Will, the man he’d wanted for years!
When they pulled apart, gasping for air, Tommy propped himself up on one elbow and shook the water off his face. "If we continue here, I might drown," he joked. Wilbur laughed.
"I'm not sure if we should continue at a–"
"Ah!" Tommy cut him off and pressed his fingers to Wilbur's lips to shush him. "Whatever you're about to say is going to kill the vibe, I'm sure of it. So how about we just keep kissing, but take it somewhere safer? Like inside, preferably your bedroom? But I mean, I don't mind anywhere, the bedroom is just a suggestion."
Wilbur laughed again, stifled by Tommy's hand before pushing that away as well with a gentle kiss to his knuckles. "Toms, you should go home."
"No, no I think that would be very counterintuitive. I think we should–"
"I don't care, Tommy." His tone was gentle, yet Tommy didn't want to argue against him anymore.
Wilbur stood, then helped Tommy up as well, the water splashing around them. He crossed his backyard, and from inside, he acquired two towels, one for each of them. He handed one to Tommy, who dried himself off without another word. Biting on his cheek to keep from perhaps digging himself into a deeper hole. Afterwards, Tommy put his shirt back on and reluctantly left Wilbur's place.
"Hey, Toms?" Wilbur called after him from the doorway. He stopped and turned around. "This doesn't change anything between us, alright? I'm still just a call away if you need anything."
"Yeah, sure..."
He walked to his house, passed his father and mother in the living room, who asked why he was so wet, but Tommy didn't answer. He just trudged upstairs to his room, where he shed the wet clothes off himself and fell into his bed.
The not speaking continued between him and Wilbur. He still went to work, he still talked to his parents and his friends. To the outside world, it was as if nothing had changed. But deep down, Tommy was sad from the rejection. He'd had it up to here with that stuff, and his pride couldn't take another one. Not one this crucial. So he concealed it.
He didn't show anyone how sad he was, he hid everything behind his usual cheery self. The only times he let the facade slip was when he was alone. At night. During lonely shifts working by himself. When he sat outside on their front steps during late afternoons. Like right now. When the sun dipped below the horizon and his parents were too busy watching their usual quiz show to come outside and check on him. Tommy would wallow by himself, then go back inside and act all happy again.
"Enjoying the sunset?" He heard a sudden voice from behind, and at first he thought it might be his dad, but when he turned to the side, he saw Wilbur.
"You could say that."
Wilbur walked the few feet of distance from his front door to Tommy's. "Come on, man. Talk to me already."
"What do you want me to say, Will?"
"Anything."
"Alright, well, it was a dick move to kiss me and then push me away."
"Jesus fucking– not so damn loud, okay? If you wanna talk about this then let's go to my house. Please."
Tommy scoffed. "Why? Are you afraid of people hearing? Internalised homophobia, or what? Just ashamed of me?”
"Tommy. Come. I'll explain myself, okay?"
Tommy stood and followed Wilbur. They sat in the living room again, just like they did when Tommy brought the cake over. Tommy on the sofa and Wilbur on the armchair across from him. The man took a deep breath before beginning.
"Tommy, I don't think you really thought this through. I'm 29 years old, we have an almost 10-year age gap. Which, you know, doesn't really fly with parents. Not mine and especially not yours. Your parents have been friends of mine for a while and I don't wanna lose them because I hooked up with their son.”
"You're scared of my parents?"
Tommy wanted to laugh.
"It's a difficult situation, Toms."
"But you like me." Wilbur nodded. "If you like me, then what's so difficult about this?"
Wilbur just stared at Tommy, painfully, knowing deep down, he knew the answer. Of course to Tommy it wasn't all that difficult. He wasn't the 29 year old in this situation who would be dating, defiling a 20 year old. Wilbur would be left with the bad end of their situation.
After a long pause, Tommy asked quietly, "How long have you liked me for?"
"Remember that game night you held with your friends? You invited me because you thought I could use some company."
Tommy distinctively remembered that night. Wilbur had a girlfriend around that time, back when Tommy was 18. Their breakup wasn't pretty, it left Will in a particularly bad shape, and Tommy felt terrible for him. All he wanted to do was just wrap him up in a tight hug and tell him everything will be okay. But he couldn't, for obvious reasons, so he opted to give some form of distraction to the man.
Tommy invited his friends over for a night to play board games and eat junk food. They had it scheduled for a while, so when Tommy said he invited someone else, they didn't expect it. Though no one complained when Wilbur showed up and joined them. Everyone seemed to get along with the man, he wasn't much older than Tommy and his friends so he fit right in. And it was the first time Tommy saw a genuine smile on the man's face in quite a long time.
"I had so much fun with you and your friends. And I saw into that kind heart you have... Caring about some guy just because he had a recent breakup. It moved me so much." Wilbur smiled at him, though his eyes were wet with tears. "I was so fucking confused."
Tommy mirrored his smile. "Why?"
"Because I've never thought about you in that way before. But... that night changed me."
"I've liked you ever since you moved in," he confessed, and Wilbur's eyebrows moved higher up on his forehead. "Yeah, I've sort of had a crush on you for ages. But I never dared to do anything about it until recently."
He stared at Tommy for a while, then a wet chuckle bubbled up from his chest. "Jeez, what a pair we are."
"Yeah," Tommy sighed in agreement.
For a while, they just sat in silence, neither of them saying a word. Until talking was no longer their concern.
A crack on Wilbur's resolve, that's all they needed. When the man leaned forward, over the little coffee table between them, and claimed Tommy's mouth in a kiss, Tommy didn't resist. Why should he? He just kissed back with enthusiasm and pulled Wilbur towards him until the man had to crawl over the table, kicking things off as he went. When he found his way onto the sofa, he pushed Tommy down into the cushions, pinned him down and kissed him like a starved man.
There was no water sloshing around them to cause distractions and nearly drown Tommy, it was just the two of them in a quiet room, the night already beginning to set so the light illuminating them was dim.
Tommy gripped the back of Wilbur's shirt with both hands, pulling as if he wanted to rip the fabric apart. When he realised that wasn't a good way to get it off Will, he pushed the man back until he was in a sitting position on top of him, and pulled the shirt over his head with a swift motion. As soon as it was off Wilbur's back, Tommy was sitting up and crashing their lips back together. His kisses were full of teeth, as if he were angry, but no, he was just impatient. This should've happened days ago, we're already so late behind, he thought.
As Wilbur's kisses travelled down south, kissing over Tommy's chin and jaw and neck, he murmured words against Tommy's skin. He couldn't hear what, because his heart was beating so loud in his ear.
"What?" He panted heavily with his head thrown back.
"Bedroom. We should go upstairs," Wilbur repeated his words.
"Yeah, good idea."
The two somehow got off the sofa without detaching from one another, and stumbled through the little house, until Wilbur backed Tommy into the wall next to the staircase. They stayed there for a minute or two, completely lost in making out to remember why they were on their feet in the first place. Wilbur took Tommy's shirt off there, which was a bad idea, because when they proceeded to move up the stairs, Tommy tripped, bringing Wilbur down with himself. Lying on the staircase with their bodies sore from the fall, they just laughed.
"We should stop kissing for this part unless one of us is into necrophilia," Tommy suggested, making Wilbur laugh even harder.
They helped each other up and walked up the stairs normally. Wilbur showed Tommy to his room. Inside, the first thing he saw was the desk setup with both a PC and a laptop, some notes scattered all around, but otherwise not messy, just a little dusty. A little to the right of that desk was a window. The window. From where Wilbur could see right into their backyard, and just as Wilbur had said, Tommy could see just barely under the roof above their porch, enough that he could see the picnic table at which Tommy always studied. And then of course, in the middle of the room was a bed. Pillows strewn around it with the blanket halfway on the floor.
"It's not pretty... If you go outside and give me five minutes I'll clean up a bit."
Tommy shook his head. "It's not necessary. I like this. I don't really care what the room looks like, I just want you."
With that sentence, their momentary composure slipped away, and once again, they were kissing. Less hungry than before, the initial need to just eat each other up subsided a little and it gave them a chance to properly enjoy the kiss. Tommy fully gave himself over to Will, and let the man guide him until he was lying down on the bed. Wilbur helped him take his remaining clothes off, while Tommy undressed Wilbur himself. Their hands still moved with urgency, like they couldn't wait to see and feel everything.
Once they were both naked, Tommy finally got a nice view of Wilbur, one he hadn't had the chance to before. Wilbur had seen him naked with his cock out, it was different for him. This was the first time Tommy had seen Wilbur's dick and holy shit, it probably shouldn't mesmerise him this much, right?
"You're beautiful," he heard Will murmur above him, but Tommy's eyes were still locked on the man's cock. Unable to look away.
"Wilbur if you don't get your dick in me soon I think I might go mad," Tommy said, eliciting a little snort of a laugh from Wilbur. But it was the truth, why hide it?
"You won't let me do this right, will you?”
"If your idea of 'right' is slow, then no. I've been in love with you for three years, I don't want to wait anymore."
With that, Tommy hooked an arm around Will's neck and pulled him down into another kiss. Wilbur fell on top of Tommy, their bodies touching on every point. It took every bit of strength in Tommy's body to not grind up against Wilbur.
"You want me to fuck you, huh?" Wilbur teased. When he pulled away from their kiss, it was to reach over to the table that stood next to the bed, and pull out various things from the top drawer. A bottle of lube and a box of condoms.
Tommy was freaking out at the sight of it for some reason. It's not like he'd not had sex before, because he had. Multiple times. But the sight of Wilbur grabbing these objects to use them with Tommy excited him beyond belief. He was vibrating with anticipation by the time Wilbur pushed his legs up and touched two wet fingers to his hole.
Wilbur's fingers were really nice. Tommy never questioned that, because he knew how pretty they looked, how clever they were. Tommy had seen Wilbur play guitar before, albeit only a few times, but that should've been enough warning that he knew how to use his fingers. They pulled Tommy apart and put him back together so many times it was almost unbearable. They made Tommy feel things he never quite succeeded with by himself. He was so worried about prematurely cumming just from Wilbur fingering him that he had to grab the man's wrist and pull him away before it could happen.
"Don't need more," Tommy told Wilbur when he looked at him confused. "Just fuck me, now."
Wilbur's lips stretched into a self-satisfied smile when he heard how wrecked Tommy already sounded underneath him, but fortunately, he didn't comment on it. Tommy could already feel his face burning, if Wilbur started teasing him while he was in this state, he was sure his head would explode. Instead, Wilbur just praised him as he got himself ready.
"So pretty," he said under his breath as he rolled a condom on. "You already sound so fucking good and we hardly begun."
"If you wanna hear more then get on with it." Tommy gave Wilbur's biceps a good squeeze, urging him on. Wilbur just chuckled.
But then the head of his cock was pressing against Tommy's hole and both of them fell silent. Eyes locked together.
"Are you sure about this?" Wilbur asked.
"Yes, I'm completely, absolutely sure."
Wilbur lowered himself onto his forearms on either side of Tommy's head and they kissed. While their mouths were busy, he pushed in slowly, and holy shit, it was finally happening. Their first time together. Tommy had fantasised so many times about this, and having it finally happen was beyond amazing. Maybe he just hadn't liked his previous partners as much as he liked Wilbur, or maybe it was recency bias, but he was sure nothing had ever felt this good before. Wilbur's lips on his, their bodies pressed flush together, his cock inside of him. Tommy cried out and held onto the man above him as tightly as possible.
"Tommy, I'm not going anywhere."
"What?"
Above him, Wilbur was smirking again. "You don't have to hold me so tight, I'm not going anywhere."
Tommy's long limbs were wrapped around Wilbur's body like a baby koala, keeping the man in place. It was near painful for Wilbur, the way Tommy's heels dug into his back, so he released his hold. And when he did, Wilbur started moving.
Slow, deep thrusts that made Tommy feel every inch of Wilbur, each one hard enough to punch the air out of Tommy's lungs. Wilbur's skin on his was an addicting feeling. And seeing his face this close up, Tommy noticed little details that he hadn't before. Like the tiniest little freckles on the bridge of his nose or the scar above his right eyebrow.
When Wilbur straightened up again, no longer bent over Tommy's body to reach his lips, he grabbed Tommy's legs instead, that were previously on his hips, and brought them up to rest on his shoulders instead. With the slight change in the position, Wilbur was able to press kisses to Tommy's calves and thighs as he fucked him, which made Tommy turn red. Such an adorable sight.
"I'm surprised you can still blush," Wilbur said.
"What do you mean?" Tommy asked between little moans.
"After that stunt you pulled a few days ago, I thought you had no shame. Yet somehow being fucked makes your face burn."
Tommy whined and covered his eyes with his hands. If he couldn't see Wilbur, Wilbur couldn't see him either, right? Oh how he wished that was true for that moment
"Oh no, none of that." A hand wrapped around Tommy's wrist and coaxed it away from his face. "Let me see you. You put on a show for me earlier, you were so determined to have me. You've got me now, I'm here. Show me yourself, show what you can do."
Tommy lowered his hands, instead he gripped the sheets with white knuckles as Wilbur fucked him. That shit eating grin never left his face, his pace never faltered, he was damn well pleased with himself. Pleased with taking Tommy apart little by little until he was a blushing mess on his bed.
And Tommy wanted to prove himself.
He waited until Wilbur started kissing his thighs again, something he seemed to enjoy a lot for some reason. Right as Tommy noticed Wilbur wasn't entirely focused on him, he flipped them around. It caught Wilbur off guard, and he rolled to his side without even having the chance to put up a fight. Now Tommy was on top of him, straddling his hips and smiling down at him.
"Tired of the fucking missionary. What are you, like 50?" Tommy joked with the sole purpose to rile Wilbur up.
"You little shit." Wilbur reached up to Tommy's face, but Tommy caught his wrist. Wilbur could've easily pulled away from the grip, Tommy couldn't even wrap his fingers fully around the limb and Wilbur was clearly much stronger than him. But it never happened.
"You want me to put on a show for you again?" Tommy asked. "Wanna watch me again, like the fucking pervert that you are?"
"Pervert? Oh please, you demanded I pay attention to you. If there's a pervert here, it's you."
Tommy said nothing. He couldn't, his mouth was too occupied as he brought Wilbur's hand forward and started sucking on his middle and index fingers while grinding on the man's cock. Wilbur's mouth fell open and his expression turned to desperation. This time around he was the one clutching the sheets.
"How do you go from... from that to this in a matter of seconds?"
Tommy just smiled around the digits in his mouth and started properly riding Wilbur. He bounced up and down, grinding his hips and showing off as best as he could. He didn't have a crazy amount of experience, but he knew enough to reduce Wilbur to a moaning mess. Once Tommy dropped the fingers from his mouth, Wilbur's hands started roaming his body. Somehow they always found their way back to the same point: Tommy's thighs. Grabbing and squeezing and massaging, sometimes holding on so hard Tommy was sure there would be bruises forming around the flesh by next morning. He loved the idea of wearing Wilbur's marks on his body.
"You feel so fucking good, Toms. You were made for this - made for me. Look at you bouncing on my cock, such a good boy."
Tommy had to stop for a moment and brace himself on Wilbur's chest. He panted, avoiding eye contact. Jesus, if Wilbur kept talking he might just cum in the next 5 minutes.
Wilbur laughed. "Getting tired?"
"Not at all. Just giving you some time to breathe. I know you have a hard time keeping up."
"Mhmm well if that's the only reason then you can keep going." Wilbur planted his feet on the bed and used the leverage to thrust up into Tommy, making him moan and fall forwards. "Can't get enough of you, darling."
Wilbur kept talking and continued fucking him while Tommy just held onto his shoulders, nails digging into the skin, and moaned like a whore. It should've been embarrassing, but all Tommy could focus on was the jolts of pleasure running through his body like electricity. It gave him no time to think of anything other than Wilbur, Wilbur, Wilbur, Wilbur. His orgasm rushed towards him and wracked his body once he was pushed over the edge, Will following close behind.
For a few minutes they lay there, Tommy on top of Wilbur, cum drying between them as they calmed down. When Tommy gained enough strength back in his legs, he pushed himself to the side and rolled onto his back next to Wilbur. He looked down at his thighs and saw hints of red and purple around the skin.
"Do you have a thing for thighs?"
"Was it that obvious?"
"My thighs look like I've been attacked..."
"You look fucking hot."
"Thanks."
"Seriously though, what was that switch? At one minute you're blushing from just a few touches and in the next you're riding me and sucking my fingers like there's no tomorrow."
Tommy laughed.
"Initial nerves I guess? I haven't been that nervous since my first time... Something about you mentioning the other day snapped me out of it, though."
"Give me a warning next time."
"Don't worry, I doubt I'll be this nervous again next time."
They looked at each other and Tommy smiled fondly at the man who he'd had a crush on for ages, now lying beside him after just having had sex. It still felt surreal.
"We should take a shower, your cum is drying on my stomach and mine is escaping out of this fucking condom and running down my balls."
And the magic of the moment was gone. Tommy bursted out laughing. Who else could say that if not the Wilbur he fell in love with?
They took a shower together afterwards, washing the sweat and other bodily fluids off each other. Soft kisses were exchanged, barely any words were said. It was domestic, it weirdly reminded Tommy of seeing his parents cuddled up on the sofa watching their favourite games on the TV.
Shit, his parents...
Once they got out of the shower, Tommy gathered his clothes from Wilbur's room and the bottom of the stairs where they left it. He pulled them on, not caring that his underwear was inside out and his shirt was back to front. He kissed Wilbur goodbye.
"Do you think they'll be mad? Is that why you're running home?"
"No, of course not. Will, they adore you. I'm running home because they have no idea where I am and they might be worried."
"Hey," Wilbur grabbed his hand before Tommy could reach for the door. "And what will you tell them?"
"That I was with you. For now, that's all they need to know. And after a couple dates, they can know."
Wilbur nodded, but said nothing, even avoiding Tommy's gaze. Nervousness was clear on his face, and Tommy was scared he was beginning to regret spending the night together. He grabbed the man's face in his hands and made Wilbur look in his eyes.
"I won't let anyone say anything bad about you, I promise. But that's not something we have to worry about with my parents."
"Are you sure?" Wilbur asked hesitantly.
Tommy kissed him. "I'm positive."
Once Tommy went back to his house, he found his parents asleep on the sofa, with the TV still on. Not even the door opening alerted them.
He'll tell them soon...