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Wille has a problem.
A Simon problem.
Actually, to be specific, he has two Simon problems. 1) Wille has been Simon-less for two whole weeks and won’t have him back for another. four. days. God. Why. and 2) Everything reminds him of Simon. Therefore, he can’t stop thinking about him and he’s so horny he might die.
Case in point. Wille is at Henry’s birthday party where it was just suggested that everyone share a round of tequila shots.
And tequila shots are synonymous with Simon.
Wille can’t even look at a bottle of tequila without thinking about Simon. Don’t even get him started on lime wedges.
One look at a lime wedge and he’s instantly transported back to one of the most pivotal moments of his entire life. His first conversation with the love of his life and how close they came to kissing over a pair of tequila shots.
Just for old times sake, Wille shoots a glare at the birthday boy for interrupting what could have been a beautiful moment, despite the fact that it’s been four years and Wille got the guy anyway.
And then there’s the memory of a very drunk Simon shooting tequila to the point of making himself sick during their first game of chess, which makes Wille grimace guiltily. He always feels a touch of regret at the sight of tequila because of how south that night went for Simon, even if it was instrumental in getting him the man of his dreams.
God, Wille misses Simon so much. His laugh. His gorgeous smile. Holding his hand. Touching his soft curls. Spooning him to sleep. Bickering with him.
They haven’t even had the time to talk on the phone much, because Simon was on a family trip and is now at the lake with his friends, and Wille has only just returned from a state trip with Erik.
With a wistful sigh, Wille glances at his phone background - a picture of Simon with his nephew Julian in his lap teaching him how to play the piano.
Four more days.
♡ ♡ ♡
Wille manages to find distraction in the form of a game of Clue at the dinner table. And he’s kicking ass. He definitely knows who the murderer is, is fairly certain the victim was bludgeoned to death with a candlestick, and has narrowed the room down to the library or the conservatory. His victory is imminent if he can manage to move across the board to the library quick enough.
But when Walter enters the room with a large stack of pizzas, Wille’s thoughts stray right back to Simon.
Yes, pizza makes Wille think of Simon too.
Their first date at the pizzeria in Bjärstad may have been the best night of Wille’s life. He doesn’t ever remember feeling happier or more excited. That entire day was spent buzzing in anticipation of their date, still scarcely able to believe that it was even going to happen. He was (and is) so fucking lucky.
Anytime Wille sees a pizza, which is obviously a lot, he always thinks of Simon and the kisses they shared that night. How delicious his lips tasted. How perfect it felt to cup his jaw and rub his thigh and tangle his fingers up in Simon’s hair. There’s something addictive about Simon kisses, and Wille is beyond desperate to lock lips with his boyfriend again.
So when Walter offers him a slice, Wille has to fight off the yearning that threatens to consume him.
Only 96 hours to go.
♡ ♡ ♡
Things start to get out of hand when he spots a couple of guys in the corner playing a game of Speed Chess.
The mere sight of a chessboard makes Wille’s cock twitch in his pants.
Chess used to be such an insignificant thing in his life. Something completely normal that he hardly ever spared a thought for when he wasn’t playing a match. Just a game he played with his brother when they were bored at a royal function or family dinner. A way to waste time at Hillerska with his classmates. A means to win Kex bars and little bottles of liquor and cash off each other.
But nowadays chess makes him think of one thing and one thing only.
Sex with his boyfriend.
Being on top of his boyfriend.
His boyfriend knocking over a chessboard when crawling across a table into his lap. The clatter of chess pieces across the floor and their erections pressed firmly together.
Simon sensually running a finger over his lips while he contemplates the board.
Simon trying to distract him by shedding clothes, revealing more and more of his body with each shift of a chess piece.
God. His body.
Good god does Wille miss Simon’s body. Kissing his lips. Slipping a tongue into his mouth. Gripping his waist. Sucking on his cock. Squeezing his perfect ass. Fucking his perfect ass.
Oh great. Now Wille is a little stiff at a birthday party. Shifting awkwardly on his feet, Wille accepts a second tequila shot from Henry and downs it. The burn of alcohol down his throat helps to drown out some of the horniness.
But five seconds later, he hears one of the guys playing chess shout “check” which sends a blazing rush of heat straight to his groin.
A memory flashes in front of his eyes of a chess match they once played when the Wifi was down. Simon had raised the stakes when he suggested that the first one to check their opponent had to give the other a massage.
Wille had been extremely torn between a) trying as hard as possible to win because Simon, who is so very good with his hands, gives the best massages, and b) losing on purpose so he could be the one to give Simon a back massage. To straddle Simon’s hips and run his hands all over Simon’s oil-slick back. To draw delicious moans out of him with each stroke of his fingers. To knead every gorgeous inch of his soft skin.
In the end, Wille had been so distracted by the prospect of massaging Simon that he lost in an embarrassingly short amount of moves. Worth it, though, to witness Simon’s adorable smugness. (Wille would never admit it out loud, but his favorite thing ever is that Simon has become far better than him at chess.) Most importantly, Wille had the opportunity to massage a pliant and ridiculously hot Simon which of course turned into the hottest happy ending of all time.
Aaaaaaaand now Wille has a boner. At a party at Henry’s house. Wonderful.
♡ ♡ ♡
Exactly one minute later, Wille is in Henry’s bathroom with his back against the door and his phone in his hand.
After three rings, Simon picks up mid-laugh, “Hey, babe.”
Wille can hear Ayub and Rosh laughing and chattering in the background. They are probably playing a video or board game. And now he feels kind of bad for interrupting. “Hey, sorry if it’s a bad time. Just wanted to say hi.”
“It’s always a good time to hear your voice,” Simon replies. Wille can hear the smile in his voice followed by gagging sounds in the background and what sounds suspiciously like someone being hit with a throw pillow.
“I miss you,” Wille sighs, conjuring up an image of Simon’s smile to accompany the sound of his laughter.
“Hang on a second.”
Wille listens to ambient background noise and the sound of Simon walking and closing a door. Simon’s soft voice fills his ear again, “What’s going on? You okay?”
“Everything’s fine,” Wille quickly assures him. “It’s just - I’m at this party at Henry’s and there were tequila shots and a few guys are playing chess…”
A deep, quiet chuckle comes through the line, sending a tingle down Wille’s spine, “Oh so this is that kind of phone call?”
Wille laughs sheepishly, “Maybe a little?”
“In that case, I miss you too,” Simon’s voice has a low, sultry quality to it that instantly has Wille getting hard again.
“Yeah?” Wille asks, reaching down to rub himself over his jeans.
“Miss you so much,” Simon answers in the softest, sexiest voice imaginable. Wille wonders what he looks like right now. Is he biting his lip? Are his cheeks turning a little pink like they do when he’s a little turned on? Is he touching himself?
Wille hums, already sounding ridiculously breathless, “Miss you more.” The sound of Simon’s breathing changes and Wille knows he’s getting hard too. God, how he wishes he could touch him. Take him into his mouth. Moan around his hard cock. “Remember that time we played chess and the first one to check the other got a massage?”
“Fuck yes I do,” Simon moans. Okay, yup, he’s definitely touching himself. “That was so hot. You rubbing oil all over me.”
Wille lets out a low moan, careful to keep quiet, “Did you like that? Being on your stomach while I slicked you up?”
“You know I did. Especially when you massaged a certain part of me.”
Another flash of heat hits Wille when he remembers running his slick hands over Simon’s asscheeks, massaging and kneading the soft flesh, and slipping a finger inside him.
Fuck. “Gonna need a rematch,” Wille murmurs, body pulsing with arousal.
“Oh yeah? Think you can take me?”
“Oh I can take you alright.”
The dirty chess talk is a little cheesy, but goddamn is it making Wille harder than a rock.
“Got your cock out?” Simon asks in tandem with the sound of rustling and the sound of zipper being lowered.
Wille rests his phone in the crook of his shoulder while he undoes his pants and pulls his dick out, giving himself a few quick strokes, “Yeah, wish you were here.”
“Me too. I’d be on my knees right now.”
“Fuck,” Wille breathes, eyes squeezed shut, his head full of an image of Simon on his knees, gazing up at him with gorgeously warm and sparkling brown eyes, mouth full of cock.
“Tell me what you’re doing to yourself.”
Wille clears his dry throat, “Jerking myself off.”
Simon gently clicks his tongue, “You can do better than that.”
Wille breathes out a laugh, “You know I’m not good at phone sex.”
Simon giggles, “But it’s so fun to hear you try.”
“I’d rather listen to you.”
“Oh yeah?” Simon murmurs, “What would you like to hear?”
“Tell me what you’d do if you were here.”
Simon hums, “Well, we already know I’d be on my knees. First, I’d lick the tip of your cock. Taste you.”
Wille moans and rubs a thumb over his slit, spreading precum around, wishing it was Simon’s mouth instead.
Simon continues, his voice low and alluring, “I’d cup your balls while I run my tongue all over you.”
A whimper falls from Wille’s lips, “Love your mouth so much.”
“Good thing I love having you in my mouth, then,” Simon teases. God, his voice is so fucking sexy. “I’d spit on your dick, get you nice and wet, wrap my hand around you.”
Another whimper.
“When you least expect it, I’d wrap my lips around you and deep throat your cock.”
Wille moans, pumping his fist in earnest now, imagining the wet heat of Simon’s mouth, insanely soft skin gliding along his cock when he hollows his cheeks, bumping the back of his throat.
“And when you’re close, I’d pull off and make you beg for it.”
“Always such a tease. Even during phone sex,” Wille laughs breathlessly, still stroking his own cock, tight and quick.
“You love it. Admit it,” Simon replies and Wille can practically hear the twinkle in his eye, along with the muffled sounds of Simon touching himself. It sounds wet, so he must have found some lube or lotion. The mere thought makes his groin pulse with arousal.
“I love it.” Wille won’t even pretend that he doesn’t love it. They both know he loves it.
“On the night I get back to Stockholm, I want to fuck you,” Simon breathes on the other line.
Oh fuck yes. It’s been too long since he’s had Simon inside him. “Please - need you, baby.”
“Gonna fuck you so hard. Right in the middle of my bedroom floor before I even unpack.”
“Fuck, I’ll take you so good.”
“See? You’re not bad at this,” Simon lets out a strained chuckle. Wille can tell he’s getting close. Beautifully sexy sounds float through the phone speaker. The slick sounds of Simon touching himself. Quiet moans accompanied by little words of encouragement. Tiny sighs. The moist smack of Simon licking his lips.
Their words are gone, replaced by the erotic sounds of heavy breaths and fists moving over cocks. Perfectly in sync despite being on opposite sides of the country. Wille fucking loves each and every sensual sound Simon makes. The only thing that would make it better would be to watch him make those sounds.
As if Simon can read his mind, a beeping in his ear alerts Wille to the fact that Simon has switched to a video call. Hell to the yes.
Wille quickly swipes to accept the video call invitation. Beautiful Simon fills the screen. He is holding the phone low and at an angle, looking down at the screen, which is honestly an angle that should work for no one. The kind of angle that gives any regular human a triple chin. But Simon isn’t a regular human. Simon is a god, who of course looks beyond gorgeous even at this angle.
His eyes are hooded with lust and his lips slightly parted and Wille was right - there’s a pink flush sitting square on both cheeks. Perfection.
“You are so gorgeous,” Simon murmurs. “Show me your cock.”
Wille is tempted to challenge Simon with a “you first,” but this isn’t the time for fun and games. Wille’s dick is aching with the need for release and all he wants is to watch Simon while they get themselves off.
Clumsily, Wille uses his left thumb to flip the camera to show Simon his dick, still wrapped up in his hand.
“Wille,” Simon breathes out, his voice husky with arousal, “So hot. Can’t wait to get my hands on that cock.”
“Let me see you.”
Simon turns his own camera blessing Wille with the glorious sight of Simon’s hand, which looks more tan than normal, sliding up and down his slick cock. Wille’s own hand picks up speed, setting a delicious, well-practiced pace that he knows will get him close to orgasm, but not all the way. He wants to watch Simon come first.
Simon moans softly in the background, “Want to fuck you.”
“Tell me more,” Wille says, staring at the beautiful flushed cock on the screen, watching as Simon drags a thumb over the leaking tip. Wille moans when he remembers how delicious the tip of Simon’s cock tastes. The saltiness of his precum. The muskiness of his skin.
Simon’s voice is rough when he continues, “If I had you here right now, I’d bend you over this sink and fuck you with my fingers.”
Wille’s breath catches in his throat at the mental image.
“And when you’re open and ready for me, I’d fill you with my cock while you watch in the mirror.”
“Fuck, Simon,” Wille moans. His hand moving faster now.
“Gonna fuck you so hard you can’t walk straight.”
Wille groans and laughs at the same time, “Oh yeah?”
“Mhmm, I’ll have you walking side to side,” Simon says, his voice thick with desire and mischief.
“Did you really just quote an Ariana Grande song during phone sex?”
Simon hums, “Guilty.”
“Love you so much,” Wille moans, his hand flying over his cock now.
“Gonna come for me?”
“So close,” Wille breathes, eyes still locked on Simon’s fingers and his hard cock. “Wanna see you come first.”
“I think that can be arranged,” Simon laughs breathlessly. “Can I see your face again?”
Wille manages to flip the camera without missing a beat. They go quiet again while Wille watches Simon jerk himself off and Simon watches his face.
“Come for me, Simon,” Wille says shakily, feeling himself getting closer and closer.
“Baby-“ A broken moan spills from Simon’s lips, “Coming.”
Fuck, it is so hot to watch Simon’s come spill over his fingers while his skilled hand works himself through his orgasm. A stuttered moan comes through the line. “Your turn. Let me see you come.”
Wille flips the camera again just in time for his own orgasm to wash over him, nearly making his knees give out. Fucking hell. Simon’s name falls from his lips as the pleasure ebbs through him.
They breathe together for a minute before they both switch their cameras back to watch each other’s faces. Simon smiles his perfect smile and god, Wille loves him so fucking much.
Four days until he can kiss that smile.
“I better go,” Simon sighs, the phone screen wobbly as he shuffles around, “Rosh will give me shit.”
Wille laughs lightly, “Okay, I can’t wait to see you.”
“Me too. Four more days.”
Wille feels a rush of affection wash over him at Simon’s echo of his thoughts. “Love you,” Wille murmurs, taking one last indulgent second to gaze at Simon’s stunning face.
“Love you too. Bye, Wille.”
Wille disconnects the call and shuffles his way to the sink to wash his hands. After putting himself back together, he exits the room only for his face to instantly go bright pink because there’s a line of people waiting for the bathroom. Yikes.
Back in the living room, Wille cracks open a beer, feeling far more relaxed after the orgasm and having satisfied the craving to see his boyfriend.
But when Henry approaches him and challenges him to a game of speed chess, Wille’s mind wanders right back to Simon. Incorrigible.
For his own sanity, Wille shakes his head, “How about a video game?”
Henry thinks for a second and his eyes brighten when he suggests, “Mario Kart?”
And just like that, a crystal clear image of Simon fills his head. Simon with a controller in his hand, watching him from the floor, head tilted back. His upside down face so gorgeous and tempting.
Ugh, Wille is so very fucked.
Wouldn’t have it any other way.
♡ The End ♡