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"When d'you reckon you'll break your sobriety?"
The question didn't come out of nowhere. James and Will were in his kitchen together after filming another 'trying snacks' video, cleaning up junk food wrappers and putting all the items that James enjoyed away in the cupboards. Will was listening to his friend waffle on about how he started cooking with wine when the question had come to him, accidentally interrupting the mini cooking lesson that he probably wouldn't have used in the future anyway—he'll stick to Deliveroo.
Actually, James was expecting Will to ask sometime soon with how much he's whinged lately about not being able to bring James with him whenever he went out with The Lads™. Not a great idea to invite your sober friend to a pub swarming with drunk people, and they knew that James wasn't interested in football enough to join them for a match.
It often got Will wondering if James ever felt left out, he remembers just how much James used to love drinking with his friends—so much so that it got him to where he was today. Will didn't want to pressure him into drinking again or anything, but he was curious of how James felt about it all.
James simply hummed in thought and crossed his arms, not minding the sudden topic change, "Well, I'm not sure. I don't really think about it that often."
"Hah- I know that's not true," Will teased, giggling when James playfully pushed at his shoulder and rolled his eyes, "Bet you're thinkin' about it every time you cook, yeah? 'Ohh, just a sip' then before you know it, you've emptied the bottle!" Will mocked in his high pitched tone, his hands making exaggerated gestures just to wind James up more.
"Shut up, no I don't! I can actually control myself around alcohol, thank you very much," James shook his head at Will's mocking, knowing he was just playing around as usual. God forbid they ever have a normal, genuine conversation, "Unlike you. You probably haven't gone a week without a pint in months, be honest."
Will gave him an offended look before realizing that James was definitely right, "Right, that's not fair- I get invited out for a pint. It's not like I just down every drink within a meter distance from me."
"You've just had some of the wine earlier!"
"Yeah, I had a sip to taste it, knobhead. That doesn't count!" Will shouted as he grabbed one of the chocolates that were left on the kitchen counter, throwing a wrapper in the bin.
"Yes, it does," James groaned in annoyance as his head fell back against the cabinet behind him, then laughed at their useless bickering, knowing the back-and-forth accusations about their drinking habits—which James didn't even have anymore—wasn't going to get them anywhere, "Fine, how about this? I bet that you can't go the rest of the week without 'having a little sip' of alcohol."
"What?" Will quickly turned to look back at James, his voice muffled by the chocolate in his mouth before he then swallowed it, "Nah, I've got plans to go out with the London crew-"
"Exactly! Perfect opportunity to prove me wrong," James pushed himself away from the counter to step closer to Will, a confident smile on his face that Will always adored, "Just tell them you aren't drinking and refuse anything they give you. Easy enough, right? Y'know, since you apparently don't down every pint in sight."
Will just sighed when he realized that James was serious and he defensively crossed his arms, but he wasn't about to back down from such an easy challenge. He could show James that going sober for a week wasn't a problem…right? "Fine then. If I win, you clear your schedule next week so I have you for a bunch of second channel shoots," he stated his terms then held his hand out for James to take, ready to shake on it.
James huffed at the very much expected conditions, though he wasn't at all worried, reaching out to firmly shake Will's hand, "And if you lose," James started, walking closer to Will before backing him up against the counter—he laughed at how the smaller jumped when he was cornered. James grabbed him by the waist and brought Will into a firm kiss, tasting the chocolate before he pulled away to lick his lips, "Then next week, I get to have you all to myself. Deal?"
With a cheeky grin and a clear level of confidence, Will brought his arms up to wrap around James' neck as he got closer, his breath ghosting over James' lip, "Deal."
Unsurprisingly, Will had lost the bet and it was immediately obvious. On the last day of that week, so many photos and videos were being shared on private Instagram stories about the lads' night out together and Will was in the background of most of them. While the photos never showed Will with a drink in his hand and the videos never caught a glimpse of him drinking, James didn't need to see physical proof—the way Will was acting towards the last of the clips was enough for James to know that he ended up getting a bit tipsy.
Which is exactly what brought James to Will's place the morning after his little night out—he informed Will of his mistake of drinking straightaway and took his prize for winning the bet.
A half-drank coffee mug was forgotten on the kitchen counter and the TV was muted in the background, the only light being the sunrise beaming through the windows. The two didn't even bother going to Will's room or taking all their clothes off, or really, James hadn't let them. James had Will pinned down on the dining table, both of their trousers carelessly thrown to the ground and Will's legs resting on James' shoulders.
Will could barely handle just how roughly James was treating him—hips slamming into him with his cock buried deep, holding him down on the table so he couldn't move away, every dirty word that he spat out—it was all so much more intense than he was used to. Will absolutely loved it.
Every sharp thrust made his eyes roll back and he scratched at the edges of the table in an attempt to hold on, failing to silence the slutty moans that escaped him—he wasn't normally this vocal. Will's body shuddered in blissful pleasure and he felt completely drunk on James' cock, or maybe it was the buzz of the alcohol that was rendering him helpless beneath James. He felt a hand suddenly grab his jaw and James had forced his mouth open, bringing an open bottle to his lips and pouring the whisky into Will's mouth again—Will doesn't even remember when James had taken it off his shelf.
"Y'don't have any self-control, do you, Will?" James mocked, watching Will obediently swallow the drink and thrusting into his prostate as a little reward, drawing a pornographic moan out of the man under him, "Can't turn down a fuckin' pint to save your life."
James set the bottle on the table—hoping it doesn't get knocked down from their erratic movements—then leaned down to pull Will into a messy and greedy kiss. The taste of the whisky was heavy in Will's saliva and James knew his sobriety was hanging on by a thread after this, but he was already entirely addicted to Will so he had nothing to worry about. Besides, Will was the only one actually consuming alcohol.
He could see in Will's glassy eyes that the effects were getting to him, the way he whimpered and spoke so obscenely indicating just how close he was, "God, J-Jamie! Fuck me, fuck my drunkard ass, please," he slurred as his hands came up to claw at James' shoulders, feeling as if he was going mad with all the different sensations, he was so overwhelmed.
James had picked up his pace then leaned in to bite at Will's neck and leave a harsh mark, letting out a low groan as he loved making Will lose control like this, "Who knew a few shots would have you moaning like a bitch on my cock?" he muttered through gritted teeth, grabbing onto Will's hip and digging his nails into his skin, "Can't fuckin' believe you."
Will's hips bucked up into James' and he whined out, pulling him closer to kiss him again as his shaky legs hooked around the taller's waist. Teeth clashed together, tongues exploring every inch they could reach, hands grabbing onto each other—neither cared how messy and loud they were being.
James angled his thrusts up and Will choked on a loud moan, feeling his cock grinding into the spot that sent shivers throughout his entire body. Will suddenly broke the kiss, his head thudding back against the table as his back arched off the surface, a throbbing heat quickly building at his core. James had wrapped a firm arm around Will's waist to hold him still and he breathed heavily against the geordie's shoulder, chasing the release that was rapidly getting closer.
The moment Will let out a shaky whimper and squeezed tightly around James' dick, his hips stuttered forward and he felt his mind fogging up. Will barely managed to muster the strength to slap a hand over his mouth when he cried out—his cock trapped between the two heated bodies, pulsating and soiling the shirts that they hadn't cared to toss off. James shuddered as he rode out his own orgasm, slowly grinding against Will and letting his release spill inside him.
James stood up straight with a groan as he pulled out and tried to catch his breath, keeping Will's legs spread wide to watch the cum leaking out of him. He swore under his breath at the sight, Will moving to sit up in front of him with a very pleased smile on his face.
"Wanna go clean up?" James asked before he watched Will grab the bottle he had set aside earlier, taking a large swig of the whisky and James swallowed hard when some of it dribbled down the geordie's chin.
Will only giggled and grabbed James' shirt to pull him close again, clearly having way too much energy right now, "Oh, c'mon. Y' really gonna stop after one round?"
James rolled his eyes and laughed, "You're ridiculous. Completely ridiculous," he mumbled before crashing their lips together once more, not at all minding the alcohol that was now prominent on Will's tongue.
While he had been taking the piss out of Will for not being able to say no to a drink, it was clear that James wasn't any better at resisting something that can be dangerously addicting. How could he ever say no to a taste of Will?