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Ever since Will and James relationship shifted, James found himself lacking a lot of self control. They’ve gotten touchier and more flirtatious with each other—it’s always played off as a joke—James can’t get enough of it. Being able to get close to Will without him backing away or expressing discomfort only encouraged James to get closer, to at least somewhat indulge in the desire that's been growing from the back of his mind.
It wasn’t a secret how much James liked to simply stare at Will, though he blamed it on needing eye contact to focus just so he’d avoid suspicion. The thing is that James would always stare, he’d take any chance to just watch Will do fuck-all and it’d still be enough to make his heart flutter. During filming was when he tried—really tried—to keep his eyes focused forward. Sometimes, he just couldn’t help himself.
He’d watch Will’s hand gestures whilst he was explaining something, glance at Will’s lips as he took bites out of food, stare at Will’s torso anytime he needed to take his shirt off. What James really wanted was to reach out and touch, he wanted to explore Will’s entire body, feel what it’d be like if Will was his.
He knew he couldn’t. There was a lingering voice in the back of his head that calls him a creep for taking advantage of his friend’s obliviousness. Still, it didn’t stop him from watching from a distance.
Not even when Will invited James over to his flat did he ever stop staring, he’d let his gaze wander the lad’s body whenever his back was turned. It was a totally different sight than back at the studio, Will was far more relaxed in the comfort of his own home—not to mention quieter.
James often found Will’s bedroom door cracked open by at least an inch—assuming that he just wasn't used to having guests—and he almost always accepted the tempting invitation to sneak a glance. Usually, he’d find his friend focused on his phone while lying in bed. Once, he had caught Will changing just after a shower, and it was almost embarrassing just how quickly he got hard from the sight. Will just looks so heavenly with his hair dripping water down his neck, especially when he's too clueless to notice James watching him.
Oh, but tonight? James thought he must've done something really good to be blessed with a sight like this.
The flat was dark, almost pitch black if it weren't for the moonlight shining right through the thin curtains at the windows. It was that gleaming light that illuminated Will's bedroom door, instantly grabbing James' attention and practically luring him away from any rational thought. He took slow, silent steps towards the glimmering door as if still debating on whether or not he should turn around to leave.
There was no way he was going to leave.
His shaky hand lifted up to rest on the doorframe just to keep himself steady, his heart rate steadily increasing the longer he thought about the situation. A sudden click of cap came from inside the room—James froze for a moment, quickly coming up with random excuses and explanations for why he was at Will's door just in case. After a few more seconds of silence confirmed that he wasn't going to be caught, James carefully pushed the cracked door open just a tab more to let the moonlight leak into the room.
There lies the oh, so alluring Will Lenney on the thick sheets and plush mattress of his bed. Though, he was far from asleep. James' eyes widened as his gaze roamed over his friend's exposed lower half, his breath catching in his throat upon seeing how Will spread his legs open. He bit his lip hard as he intently watched Will slowly thrust his fingers into himself, his other hand holding his shirt out of the way. Will's expression was one of pleasure and determination—clearly enjoying himself in this moment of vulnerability yet not letting himself make any more noise than small huffs and pants.
James didn't even want to blink, didn't want to risk missing a single thing. This was a complete violation of privacy, a betrayal of the trust the two have maintained over the years, but fuck…James was already throbbing in his pants and he couldn't look away now.
James heard Will whisper a swear before the geordie took the hem of his shirt between his teeth, his now free hand reaching down to wrap around his length as it leaked onto his stomach. James' hand subconsciously drifted lower to squeeze his hard-on through his sweatpants, matching his slow strokes with Will's from what he could make out in the darkness. His body was already so hot, feeling both arousal and anxiety from the absurdity of it all. James let out a shaky sigh and his hips tried to buck into his hand, the building heat low in his stomach telling him that this won't last much longer.
Will had suddenly let a small whine escape him, the sound shooting straight down to James' aching cock as he observed Will's every move. James watched Will's body tense up when he got his fingers to grind into the right spot, his own hand pushing at his waistband to let his length spring free, the tip glistening with the moonlight.
James felt like a total pervert for getting off on the sight of his best friend, jerking himself off to the hushed sounds that Will let out. He knew that it was wrong, but his self control was gone from the moment he saw Will's legs spread open like that.
Will's soft groans became more frequent and less strained the faster he fingered himself, James easily matching the pace as his hips twitched into his hand again. He watched with bated breath when Will squirmed, James' gaze scanning over just how beautifully his body arched into his own hands. James held tightly onto the doorframe when he felt the sensations building up quicker, trying not to let his eyes slip away from his friend before him.
The moment that Will let out a shaky whimper into his shirt and his hot release sprayed along his stomach, James felt his legs almost falter as he spilled his cum into his hand—his jaw clenching tight to keep down the groan that wanted to escape. He stood there for a moment to regain his composure and he never once took his eyes off of Will, watching his chest quickly rise and fall. While James wished to continue spying on observing his friend all night, this was already crossing a line and he understood that he should go back to the side he was meant to stay on from the start.
So he caught his breath and walked away, going to the bathroom to clean himself up. He ended up catching himself staring into the mirror, really looking at himself to figure out what exactly had changed or when he had become so obscene. Eventually, James walked off back to the guest room when he decided that it was late and he needed sleep. Though, his phone lit up with a notification before he could lay down, and when he picked it up to read the message, his face immediately flushed red.
Will: Did you enjoy the show?