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When Simon walks into Maddie’s apartment, he expects to see her doing something witchcraft-y, like burning sage through the apartment, or doing a tarot reading for herself. What he wasn’t prepared for was Wilhelm curled up on a couch in the corner, with a book and his reading glasses perched on his nose. “What are you doing here?” Simon asks, removing his shoes at the door.
“I was here helping Maddie test out some new hair dye. She wanted to do a tarot reading afterwards but then decided she needed to go out to get something from somewhere, I’m not even sure what, but she told me to stay put and I’m not willing to fight her on that.” Wilhelm responds, pulling his glasses down and looking at Simon.
“What color was it this time?” Simon asks in curiosity.
“Some blue green that’s supposed to look bright turquoise in the sunlight,” Wilhelm shrugs. “Why are you here anyway?”
“It doesn’t matter,” Simon sighs, as he slumps his shoulders in defeat.
“You seem pretty stressed out for something that doesn’t matter,” Wilhelm points out, squinting a bit in disbelief.
“It’s nothing you could help me out with anyways, so just forget it,” Simon waves at him in dismissal, moving to put his shoes back on.
“Try me,” Wilhelm challenges. “I can be pretty useful sometimes.”
Simon gives him a doubtful look, thinking to himself if he should even share his woes with a man he barely interacts with outside of outings that Felice drags Wilhelm to. Wilhelm raises an eyebrow in defiance, baiting Simon to speak. Simon takes the bait.
“I have a big company fundraiser tonight, we have one pretty much once every quarter. It’s a pretty big deal and everyone in the company attends, and is expected to bring a date. Since I’ve…become single, I’ve asked Felice to be my plus one, but she’s decided to take Sara since they’re official now, which rules her out too. It’s kind of awkward if I don’t take a plus one, even though no one outright mentions it. Maddie was my last choice, but she’s also unavailable, so I guess I’ll be going alone.” Simon explained, purposefully avoiding a specific name.
“So you need a date for your fundraiser. No big deal. What if I went with you?” Wilhelm offers.
Simon stares at him for a few seconds in shock, before gathering himself. “You want to go as my date to my fundraiser?” Simon asks.
“Yes? Would that be so bad?” Wilhelm asks in defiance.
“You do know what I do for work right?” Simon asks, suspicious of Wilhelm’s knowledge about him and his work.
“You work at the non-profit with Felice? Felice has mentioned your projects in passing a few times.” Wilhelm says.
“That’s right,” Simon hesitates. “I do work at that non-profit, but do you know how high up in the company I am?” Simon asks.
“So you need to be extra professional and make good impressions on the donors. I can be professional and make good impressions, too. What time do you need to leave to be on time?” Wilhelm questions.
“I need to leave home by 7,” Simon says warily.
“Tell you what. I will be at your door to pick you up, prim and proper, by 7 PM. And I promise to be the best plus one you’ve ever had,” Wilhelm offers.
Simon looks Wilhelm up and down, eyes the mustard stain on his shirt and the small tear in his pajama bottoms. Wilhelm comes from a privileged background, but Simon never understood Wilhelm’s affinity for dressing in what looked like his laundry day clothes. Sweatpants, pajama bottoms, jeans and shirts with mysterious stains. Simon thinks it’s a shame that Wilhelm dresses down so much, considering how he’s always thought that Wilhelm is pretty.
Something in his expression must reflect heavy skepticism, since Simon has never been fully able to school his face when it comes to negative expressions. Wilhelm huffs.
“I know I probably don’t look like it right now, but I can clean up well. If it helps, we can up the stakes a bit,” Wilhelm says, challenging Simon in a way he knows Simon can’t resist.
“What do you propose?” Simon asks, still doubtful of Wilhelm’s offer and his ability to deliver on said offer.
“If I am even 1 minute late, or don’t dress up to your standards, I’ll owe you one favor. If I meet or exceed your expectations, you owe me one favor,” Wilhelm says, hoping Simon will take this offer.
Simon contemplates for a minute. He really did need a plus one, and Wilhelm seemed harmless enough. From what he knows about Wilhelm, Simon expects him to be presentable and capable amongst his colleagues. Hopefully those expectations are met.
“If you are even one minute late, I will leave without you,” Simon says, turning towards the door to open it.
“We have a deal. See you later!” Wilhelm exclaims as Simon lets himself out.
When Simon gets home, he finishes up some work, approving and signing some final proposals and budget requests that needed to be processed Monday. Afterwards he started raiding his closet to find an outfit for tonight, wondering if he should dress down to what he expected Wilhelm to show up in, or if he should still wear the tuxedo he purchased for this occasion. He decided it doesn’t matter what the other man shows up in, Simon should look his best and laid the tuxedo out on his bed along with some gold jewelry and cufflinks.
He took a look at the time and realized it was already almost 6 pm, so he rushed through a shower and curl routine, so he could spend some time on his makeup. Just as he’s securing his second cufflink, he hears a knock on his door and a quick glance at the time shows 6:55 pm. So he’s early. Simon needs to see his outfit to decide who wins the battle Wilhelm set in motion.
Simon opens the door and stops breathing for a second. He almost doesn’t recognize the man standing in front of him in a navy blue suit and dark green tie, holding a bouquet of flowers, blown away by the change in appearance. Simon notices that Wilhelm has combed his hair back in a way that doesn’t seem stiff with gel or hairspray, revealing the shaved sides of his head. There’s a few piercings glittering in his ears, and the area around his eyes is just a shade darker than normal. He has just the right amount of rings on his long fingers, demanding attention without being too much. Simon’s eyes trace Wilhelm’s fingers, landing on the deep purple coating his fingernails, Simon’s mouth going a little dry. He thinks Wilhelm looks like the definition of gender envy, and wow is he pretty.
Wilhelm startles Simon out of his stupor by handing him the flowers and speaking. “So…Is this acceptable?”
The first “Yeah,” Simon lets out is nothing more than a whisper, as he takes the flowers and is forced to clear his throat and repeat louder. “Yeah. These are beautiful.”
Wilhelm bites his bottom lip in a smile, pleased with Simon’s acceptance. “They’re white lilies and elderflowers. They symbolize compassion and humility, and thought they fit well considering your line of work and this event. They match the pin on my lapel.” Wilhelm explains, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
Simon’s heart flutters embarrassingly, further perplexing him. What is happening right now? Simon asks himself.
“Thank you,” Simon breathes out, taking a good look at the flowers.
“You’re very welcome. Are you ready to go?” He asks.
“Yeah, I am, just let me put these in some water and get my shoes on, come inside for a second,” Simon responds, letting Wilhelm wait by the door while he rushes around the kitchen. He doesn’t have a vase, so he just fills a big cup with water and places the flowers in there. In the next minute, he has his shoes on and is locking his door.
Simon silently follows Wilhelm down the stairs and out of his building, and watches as Wilhelm leads him to the passenger seat of his car, opening the door for him. Simon feels his face heat up as he climbs in and takes a minute to fan himself after Wilhelm closes the door and walks around to the driver’s seat. What are you doing? Get it together. Simon thinks to himself.
Simon feels blindsided. All Wilhelm did was bring him flowers and open the car door for him. And Simon has been in his fair share of relationships, but he doesn’t remember any of his boyfriends doing this for him, even on a first date. What a shame it is to be blushing at the bare minimum.
Wilhelm gets his belt on and starts the GPS to their destination, a nice ballroom venue about 20 minutes away. The ride goes better than Simon expected, filled with comfortable chatter, and Simon is surprised to learn so many new things about Wilhelm, and also realizing how much they have in common.
He learns that Wilhelm is currently working on a double Masters, in English and Social Welfare. When he points out how that’s a very interesting combination, Wilhelm explains that he just really enjoys reading and analyzing works of literature, but he also felt he needed to learn more about the world outside of the privileged bubble his parents had kept him in through most of his life. Simon is taken aback by the sudden attraction he feels at the thought of Wilhelm being aware of his privilege and doing something selfless with it.
He also learns that they both have a love for video games and horror movies, and learns that Wilhelm has known Felice almost as long as Simon has known Rosh and Ayub. When Simon starts on things about himself, he’s amazed to find out that Wilhelm either already knows, or is familiar with most of the things he’s being told.
When Wilhelm parks and rushes to get to the passenger door, Simon notices the time and feels the beginnings of anxiety start to gather in his shoulders. They’re going to be late if they don’t start rushing to the front doors immediately. Wilhelm reaches his hand forward and helps Simon out of the car, right away noticing the tense grip and rigid shoulders. When they’re walking towards the doors, Simon feels Wilhelm’s gentle hands stroking across his back, along his shoulders and stopping at the middle of his back, thumb pressing into him and rubbing back and forth. “Hey, don’t stress. We’re not late, we’re right on time.” Wilhelm says quietly near his ear, and Simon feels a little bit of the tension release.
“Yeah,” Simon breathes deeply. “Yeah, you’re right.”
He feels the remaining tension leave his body and Wilhelm leads them through the doors and coat check with his hand on the small of Simon’s back. Simon walks a little bit in front, making his way to the seats designated for Simon and his plus one. They take their seats and wait patiently for the event to get started, looking around proudly at the work his coworkers put into making this fundraiser go as smoothly as possible.
He looks to Wilhelm and tells him that in a few minutes, he will have to go up and make a small speech, and then everyone will be served their food. After the meal is over, each foundation participating will give a little presentation of what their goals are and how to donate, whether by silent auction or general donation. Wilhelm nods along and tells Simon he’s very interested in seeing the foundations and hearing about them and their work.
Simon gets his cue from the MC and turns his head to Wilhelm, who gives him an encouraging nod, making Simon’s stomach swoop, confusing him further. Since when has someone else’s approval mattered to him in any way? He makes it to the front and begins his speech.
“Hello everyone, and welcome to the quarterly fundraiser for Stockholm Public Welfare Organization. I’m Simon, the CEO, and I’d like to thank each and every one of you for attending today. As someone who grew up receiving public welfare, I know just how impactful these foundations are for the people they help. The assistance provided could potentially be the difference between life and death, and I hold each foundation very close to my heart, tearing it apart sometimes to make sure each gets adequate funding. Your donations fill my heart with more love than it can contain, and the positive results they bring does not go unnoticed. Please enjoy tonight, and I hope you can find even just one foundation that you feel you can donate to. Thank you.”
Simon falls back into his chair and notices it a bit closer to Wilhelm than it had been before he got up. He pretends not to notice, and looks towards Wilhelm, just wanting to check and make sure he’s okay. Instead, he locks eyes with Wilhelm, and sees pride and adoration dripping from them. He also feels Wilhelm’s palm rest on his thigh and his thumb rubbing against it. “You did great, I could really feel how passionate you are about this organization.”
Simon gets a little bashful under the praise, “Thank you, Wilhelm.” He responds.
To avoid doing anything embarrassing, like kissing Wilhelm silly, he pats the hand on his thigh, giving it a little squeeze before focusing on the food. He doesn’t push the hand away, but feels a prick of disappointment when Wilhelm takes it away to work on his own plate.
As the meal continues, Simon finds himself engaged in a deep conversation with a regular donor sitting to his left, speaking about the progress that the foundation she previously donated to has made. He suddenly remembers that he should probably check in on Wilhelm, and pulls himself away from the conversation a little to look at him. He’s stunned to find Wilhelm not only engaged in his own conversation, but commanding it as well. He starts eavesdropping on the conversation.
“The transgender community still faces many struggles in daily life compared to cisgender individuals. There might not be as many restrictions on the community in recent years, but it’s still a far cry from full acceptance. People are judged and treated as less simply for being who they are.” Wilhelm says to the person on his right.
“You don’t feel that we’re making gender affirming care a bit too accessible for some?” The man asks.
“Any woman can walk into a salon and get a mani-pedi, a blowout, men can walk into a barbershop and get a cleanup, walk into a doctor’s office and seek hair loss treatment. All of these services count as gender affirming care. Do you suggest we start restricting those services as well?” Wilhelm challenges.
The man starts to get a little defensive. “That’s not what I meant. I don’t mean to come off as unaccepting. I’ve never thought about it like that.”
“And now you have. A lot of people are accepting at the surface level, just enough to seem like a good person. But true acceptance comes from treating other people as their own person, capable of making decisions best for themselves. It’s not up to us to decide or judge how they live their life.” Wilhelm responds.
Simon is absolutely astounded at Wilhelm’s words. Simon himself has learned to tone down his aggression and extend more patience when debating these topics, so as not to seem abrasive and judgemental. Even though he is very judgemental. He’s got to earn the donations somehow, and being mean and blunt has not helped him pull in donors, so he’s had to make himself more digestible.
But seeing the compassion and feeling the fire in Wilhelm’s words reminds him why he does this job in the first place. To help those who need it most. To fiercely protect those who can’t protect themselves. To make the world a better place for every human being. Simon feels himself falling deeper into this pit named Wilhelm Larsson. Feels a trickle of heat travel up his spine.
The woman to his left speaks to him again. “It’s his first time attending this event, right? He’s doing well. Some people need a wakeup call.”
Simon watches Wilhelm for another moment, before turning to the woman. “Yes, he’s doing amazing.”
He notices the conversation wrapping up between Wilhelm and the other man, and decides to bring Wilhelm’s attention back to himself. He needs to ask.
“I didn’t realize you were so passionate about trans rights,” Simon comments calmly.
Wilhelm turns to hims. “Of course I am. A few of my classmates in the Social Welfare program at university are trans, and the stories I hear from them hurt so much. About how they struggled with their mental health while hiding who they were, the discrimination and microaggressions they face from people even in the same program. Sometimes it makes me want to cry tears of anger. I always make sure to call out transphobic behavior around them, and make donations to the Transgender Youth Alliance whenever I can.” Wilhelm responds, the fire Simon saw earlier still burning.
“Good–that’s so good, Wilhelm.” Simon says, unable to come up with any other words.
Simon pulls at his collar a bit, feeling the heat from before traveling up his neck, causing him to go a bit red. “I’m just going to visit the restroom really quickly.” He says, before lifting himself out of his chair and walking that direction.
Simon walks into the thankfully empty restroom, and rushes to the sink to splash some cold water along his wrists. It does little to bring his body temperature back to normal. Just as he’s turning off the tap, he hears someone else enter the bathroom. He looks up to see Wilhelm pressing his back against the door to close it, and a second later, turning the lock.
“What are you doing?” Simon asks, making eye contact through the mirror.
Wilhelm didn’t say a word as he strode up the counter, close enough that Simon could feel Wilhelm’s body heat. “Are you okay? You seem a little…bothered.” Wilhelm said, never breaking eye contact.
Simon drops his head and lets it hang for a second before turning it to the side and whispering. “What are you doing to me, Wilhelm?”
Wilhelm looks back, a darkness in his eyes that makes Simon shiver. “Can I touch you?” Wilhelm asks.
Simon nods almost imperceptibly, but Wilhelm sees it clearly. He proceeds to press closer to Simon, putting his hands on his waist, turning Simon around to push him into the counter. “What do you want, Simon?”
Simon can’t think. His brain can only process the feeling of his body pressed up against Wilhelm’s deliciously, sharp in some places, soft in others, but fitting perfectly. So he doesn’t end up responding, just lets out a shaky breath.
“Words, Simon. What do you want?” Wilhelm whispers into Simon’s ear.
Simon moves his arms to create some space so he can still see Wilhelm’s face, while still wrapping them around his neck. He cranes his neck back a little, loving the angle his head has to be at to look at Wilhelm. “Kiss me, Wilhelm.” Simon pleads.
Wilhelm takes in a sharp breath, and wastes no more time pressing his lips to Simon’s. They don’t crash together harshly, but rather softly. Simon doesn’t even move, but lets Wilhelm come to him. And although it’s more gentle than urgent, it feels all consuming. Like Simon is finally getting his hands on something he didn’t realize he’s needed his whole life.
Simon is the one to deepen the kiss, opening his lips slightly and moving, testing the waters, urging Wilhelm to act on the desperation he knows they’re both feeling. And oh, does Wilhelm deliver. Wilhelm slides his tongue into Simon’s mouth, and Simon knows, in that moment, that he’ll never forget tasting Wilhelm for the first time. Simon presses closer, moaning softly into Wilhelm’s mouth. He feels himself starting to grow harder in his slacks, and breaks away to gasp when Wilhelm palms his ass to pull him impossibly closer. Wilhelm takes this opportunity to place a kiss on the side of Simon’s mouth, along his jaw, under his ear, stopping to whisper in it. “Is this okay, baby?”
“Yes, Wille.” Simon breathes out, letting the nickname slip out.
Wille moans at Simon’s use of the nickname he reserves for the most important people in his life. He continues leaving kisses all over Simon’s throat, moving one of the hands on his waist to palm him through the front of his slacks. “Let me take care of you,” Wille pleads. “Please, baby.”
“Yeah…yeah, okay,” Simon agrees, not even stopping to think about what he’s agreeing to.
Wille drops to his knees before Simon even finishes his sentence, working on freeing Simon from his pants and pulling them down to his knees. Wille stops to press his face into Simon’s crotch, taking a deep breath, before lifting his head above the waistband to kiss down the hair under Simon’s navel as he pulls the briefs down.
Simon grips the edge of the counter with one hand, while the other holds onto Wille’s shoulder. His breathing picks up and his toes curl in his shoes, as Wille continues to lay kisses all over him. “Wille, please,” Simon begs.
“No need to beg, baby. I’ll give you what you need right now,” Wille says, and wraps his lips around the head of Simon’s cock, moaning at the taste of his precum. He opens his mouth a little more and sinks down on it.
“Fuck,” Simon says, feeling Wille’s tongue on the underside of his cock, making his knees wobble. It’s like his tongue is sentient, and knows exactly how to ruin Simon in the best way.
Wille’s head bobs a few more times, cheeks hollowed. After those few times, Wille opens his jaws a little wider, and takes Simon all the way, nose brushing through Simon’s pubic hair.
“Wille, oh my god,” Simon exclaims, gripping the back of Wille’s neck, not wanting to mess up his hair. “Will you– will you do that again?” Simon asks.
Wille moans around Simon and doesn’t do it again just once. He continues until Simon is gasping and warning him about his orgasm. Simon tries to push him away, but Wille bats his hands away, and soon, Simon is spilling down Wille’s throat.
Wille cleans up Simon’s cock with his tongue, kissing it one more time before pulling his briefs and slacks back up and tucking him in. Simon pulls Wille up and crashes their lips together again, mouth already open and tongue already pushing into his mouth. The taste of himself mixed with Wille is intoxicating in a way that Simon’s never experienced before.
They kiss for a few more moments, until Wille pulls away and tells Simon they should clean up and head back. “But what about you?” Simon asks, seeing Wille clearly straining in his own pants.
“I wanted to take care of you, don’t worry about me.” Wille shakes his head, moving to check his hair and makeup.
“But I want to take care of you, too,” Simon argues, tucking his shirt in and buttoning up his pants again.
Wille contemplates for a moment, before seemingly deciding what he wants to say. “We still have to go back out there, we’ve already been in here for a suspiciously long time but…did I exceed your expectations tonight?”
Simon is startled. He had completely forgotten about their agreement from earlier today. Now he’s confused why Wille is suddenly bringing it up. “I’m scared that I’ll inflate your ego but…I think you passed with flying colors.”
“Then I’d like to claim my favor. If you mean it, maybe after the event is over, I’d like to take you home with me. Or I could go home with you?” Wille asks cautiously.
Simon doesn’t have to think twice to agree. “Okay,” He says, leaning up to leave a kiss on Wille’s lips. “When it’s time to go, we’ll go back to my place.”
Wille bites his lips to try and tamper down the smile threatening to split his face in half. “Good. Let’s go back now.” Wille says, taking Simon’s hand and tugging him towards the door, dropping it right before he pulls the door open.
The woman next to Simon at the table eyes them suspiciously when they both sit back down. Simon shoots her an apologetic look, explains that he was suddenly feeling a bit dizzy, and Wille followed to make sure he was okay. She accepts the excuse with a friendly nod.
“I’ve known you since you started here Simon, and I know you spread yourself extremely thin. I’m glad you’ve found someone to help you look after yourself.” She says, patting his arm.
Simon has no idea how to respond.
The rest of the night goes smoothly. They finish up their meals, shy glances thrown at each other, and in Wille’s case, teasing touches to Simon’s arm and thigh. Simon has to try very hard not to blush at every touch, and is doing a spectacularly horrible job at it. Once their meals are done, they move to the auction hall for the foundation and silent auction presentations. They take a seat near the back, and Simon doesn’t hesitate cozying up to Wille, sitting as close as socially acceptable. Wille just wraps his arm around Simon’s shoulder and turns his attention forward.
Simon looks around and sees Felice a few rows forward, turned back and looking right at the both of them. Her eyes widen, before flicking back and forth between them, first in confusion, then in apprehension. Simon gives her a small smile, and she turns back suddenly to talk to Sara.
Weird.
The presentations begin and Wille pays close attention to all of them, asking Simon the occasional question about them in curiosity. Simon answers them all patiently, leaning more and more into Wille’s side, his palm on Wille’s thigh. When there’s just a few presentations left, Wille’s arm lowers to wrap around Simon’s thigh, and his lips hover close to Simon’s ear. “How much longer, baby?” Wille asks in a low whisper.
Simon feels a shiver run down his spine and moves to bring his lips close to Wille’s ear. “Just two more,” Simon whispers. “And then a drink and a little mingling. Then we can go.”
“To your place?” Wille asks nervously, hoping Simon is still on board.
“Yes, Wille. To my place. I haven’t changed my mind.” Simon reassures, leaning his head back and looking at Wille, eyelids heavy. He leans up and leaves a peck on his lips.
“Okay,” Wille agrees.
Soon, presentations are over and the silent auction is in full swing. Simon is on his way back after grabbing a mocktail for both him and Wille, when he’s gently pulled back by an irritated Felice. “What are you trying to pull?” Felice accuses.
Simon freezes. What the hell? “What are you talking about?”
Felice sighs. “With Wille, Simon. What are you doing?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about!” Simon says.
“I know you’re clueless sometimes, but there’s no way it’s this bad. You know Wille’s been interested in you for a while, right?” Felice explains.
Simon’s eyes widened slightly. “What?” Simon asked, absolutely baffled.
Felice gives him an unimpressed look. “Simon, you had to have had some idea about this?”
“I honestly didn’t,” Simon muttered. He looked towards Wille, who was engaged in conversation with Sara and was giving her his full attention. Sara had always had trouble in social situations, being too blunt and missing cues, but Wilhelm seemed to be matching her energy nicely. His heart grew a bit seeing her be comfortable around him.
“Just…he’s my best friend, Simon. He deserves to be treated right, to be loved fiercely. Please be careful with him. I don’t think I’ll be able to pick up any broken pieces you leave behind.” Felice said, pleading, and walked away before walking towards Wilhelm and giving him a hug and kiss on the cheek.
He sees Wilhelm light up and glow under the affection of his best friend. Simon has no choice but to notice how pretty love looks on Wilhelm, and wonders if he could make it look just as pretty.
He shakes his head to clear it a bit, and slowly walks back to the group, bumping into Wille’s shoulder to get his attention. Wille takes the drink with one hand and pulls Simon in closer by the waist with the other. “Thank you,” Wille says, looking down at Simon with what can only be described as heart eyes.
Sara eyes widen at Wille and then narrow in on Simon. He can feel her gaze on the side of his face but refuses to look at her. Felice feels the tension and before Sara can say anything to acknowledge the elephant in the room, she pulls her away. “Look Sara, there’s my supervisor! Let’s go see her, she’s been looking forward to meeting you!” Felice gives Simon a look that speaks of protectiveness before dragging Sara away.
Wille doesn’t seem to notice, considering he can’t take his eyes off of Simon. After Felice and Sara walk away, he turns his attention back to Wille. “So, did you find a cause worthy enough to support?” Simon asks playfully.
“I actually did a general donation. All of the foundations were too important to pick just one, and I trust you’re capable of allotting the funds to where they’re needed most. That’s why you’re in charge,” Wille says.
Wille’s words hit him hard. Simon is done waiting. Fuck having another drink, fuck mingling further, he needed Wille to take him home now. Simon takes the drink Wille has only had a single sip of and places the glass on a passing by waiter’s tray.
“Hey, I was drinking that,” Wille says playfully, a bit in shock.
Simon grabs onto the lapels of Wille’s blazer. “I don’t care,” Simon says, pulling Wille down a bit so he can get his lips to his ears. “Take me home”
Wille pauses, before his mind comes back to him and he smiles at Simon. “Oh–okay,” he says.
They try to look as normal as possible while still rushing towards coat check to pick up their coats and get to the car as soon as possible. Simon is sure they’re not doing a great job and he is probably making it painfully obvious that he’s about to get some.
The car ride this time is silent. Simon puts on some music and leans his forehead on the cool window, him and Wille both humming softly to the songs they recognize. Despite the comfortable atmosphere, Simon’s head just keeps replaying what Felice told him.
You know Wille’s been interested in you for a while, right?
How long does a while mean? What does interested mean? Simon has not thought about anything past tonight. Has Wille thought about just tonight, or something further in the future?
It had been so easy to fall into this…thing with Wille. He seems willing to fool around, but what happens after? Simon wonders if it will be this easy to fall into everything else with Wille too. Wille really captured his attention tonight, and Simon is surprised to find he is open to seeing where this goes. But what does Wille want?
Simon notices Wille pulling into a spot in the apartment parking lot, and his heartbeat quickens. Wille turns off the car, getting out and walking around to Simon’s side. He opens the door and extends his hand to help Simon out. But Simon doesn’t take it.
Wille leans down after noticing Simon has not moved, and finds him gripping the front of his slacks, knuckles white. Wille doesn’t hesitate dropping down on his knees and taking both of Simon’s hands in his own. “You’ll dirty your clothes,” he hears Simon mumble.
“Don’t worry about that,” Wille says. “What’s wrong? Did you change your mind? I can just walk you to your door and go home. Whatever you want,” Wille says urgently.
It makes Simon’s heart stutter, knowing Wille was expecting a night with Simon, but is willing to throw all of that away to keep Simon comfortable. Simon shakes his head.
“Why?” Simon asks.
“Why what?” Wille asks in confusion.
“Why are we here? What are we doing?”
Wille lets out a soft sigh. But it’s not in frustration or anger, instead it sounds relieved, like he’s relieved to know that Simon wants to talk this out rather than end it. He hangs his head a bit, letting out a small chuckle.
“I guess Felice and Sara weren’t wrong when they said you could be oblivious sometimes.” Wille said.
Simon feels like he’s been doused in cold water. He realizes that yes, he was blind, and feels embarrassed for being so blind that he’s missed out on having this with Wille for so long. He realizes something else too. “You like me.” No question, no confusion, just a fact.
“I thought you knew. It’s not like I was trying to hide it. But you never reacted and I thought maybe that was your way of politely rejecting me. So I decided to give up and hope the feelings would just…fade.” Wille explained.
“How long?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“How long, Wille?”
Wille looks up and gives Simon a sheepish smile. “Since I started at Hillerska.”
Simon was speechless. He had been oblivious, sure, but for years?
“You never said anything.”
“When would I have said anything, Simon? We didn’t become friends until Sara and Felice did, and even then we were barely acquaintances. You were dating Marcus and saw me as one of the privileged rich boys. I’m pretty sure you still do.”
Simon feels awful. He did, in fact, think of Wille as one of the privileged rich boys, who made up 99% of the Hillerska student body. But tonight has taught him many things, the most important one being that Wille is nothing like the Hillerska boys. He’s aware of his privilege, uses it to protect and defend those who need it most. All the information he’s learned tonight has his mind swimming, but he needs to know a few more things.
“So…what is it you want?”
“Honestly, Simon? I want you, whatever you’ll give me. That’s all I’ve wanted for a while now.” Wille admits, rubbing circles into Simon’s knuckles. “What is it that you want?”
“I think– I think I want to see where this goes. I can’t promise I’ll know any more in the morning, but tonight has been full of realizations for me. You were not who I expected, and it’s scary to admit, but I was so, so wrong about you. So tonight, I want you. If you’ll have me.” Simon finished with a deep breath.
“Simon, baby,” Wille whispers, cupping Simon’s cheek. “Of course. I want what you want.”
“Then take me upstairs. Take me home, Wille.” Simon whispers into Wille’s lips, moving forward to kiss him.
Wille groans into Simon’s mouth, kissing him back for a few seconds before pulling away. “Let’s go.”
Simon feels the desperation from earlier come back quickly. He tugs Wille up the stairs, stopping at one of the landings to lean down and pull Wille into a filthy kiss. Wille indulges him for a moment before pulling away and taking the lead, pulling Simon along instead. They reach Simon’s door and he pulls out his keys, trying to concentrate enough to get the key in the hole. Wille makes it difficult for him, resting his head on Simon’s shoulder from behind, nose nuzzling his curls.
Wille sees Simon’s hands trembling lightly, missing the keyhole a few times. He covers Simon’s hand with his own, guiding the key into the lock and turning it for him. They walk inside and time freezes for a moment for Simon, and he starts feeling the gravity of what’s about to happen. Wille notices Simon tense up just a fraction, and takes the lead.
He takes Simon’s keys from his hands and drops them onto the catchall next to the door. He takes off his coat and hangs it on the coathook over the door, before stepping around Simon to face him and take his coat to hang it as well. Simon’s brows furrow as Wille suddenly kneels, until he feels Wille’s palm wrap around one ankle, gently pulling his left shoe off, placing it to the side. He does the same with Simon’s right shoe, and his heart clenches at the soft reverence pouring out of Wille. He feels taken care of in a way he hasn’t felt since he was living at home, with his mama.
Wille rises and starts toeing off his own shoes, and as soon as he’s done, Simon grabs his hand and gives him a soft smile and peck on the lips. He then leads Will through the apartment towards his bedroom. He thanks past Simon for cleaning up his room so it’s not a mess when they step in.
Wille shuts the door gently behind them and turns to Simon. “Take a seat on the bed, baby. I’ll get what we need. Where do you keep your stuff?”
“Bedside drawer.”
Simon takes a seat on the edge of his mattress while Wille starts rummaging through his things to find what he’s looking for. He places the items on the bedside table and turns his attention back to Simon. Wille guides him to lay on the bed and moves to hover over him, elbows on each side of his head and lowering himself to brush his lips against Simon’s. “I know you can’t promise the morning,” Wille whispers. “But tonight, you’re mine.”
Simon nods frantically before Wille finally closes the gap and wastes no time getting his tongue in Simon’s mouth. Simon moans as he tilts his head and wraps his arms around Wille’s shoulders. They spend a few minutes making out, hands exploring each other, fingers in hair, squeezing shoulders, grabbing waists, pulling each other closer.
Wille ends up moving them so they’re laying on their sides, and Simon keeps them going until he’s straddling Wille, grinding down lightly. He’s getting frantic, he wants to hurry this up and feel Wille inside him already, but Wille has other plans. He grabs Simon’s waist, stilling him and pushing Simon so their lips disconnect. “Slow down, baby. We have all night, and if tonight is all I get, I’m going to take my time.”
Simon buries his head in Wille’s neck and lets out a short whine. Wille lets out a small laugh, and pushes Simon further. “Get undressed for me. Leave your underwear on.” Wille commands.
Simon takes a deep breath and slowly gets off the bed. Wille turns towards Simon and props his head on his hand, biting his lip. Simon starts with his blazer, removing it and draping it over his desk chair. Next, he pulls out his bowtie, and starts unbuttoning his shirt, and as he pulls it open and untucks it, he hears Wille’s breath hitch. His eyes snap to Wille’s and sees his lips slightly open, breath rushing out. “You…you’re so beautiful.”
Simon’s whole body heats up, feels like it’s blushing from head to toe. He’s been called all kinds of words, like beautiful, pretty, gorgeous, handsome. But it’s never felt like this. He’s usually heard these words from boys in clubs looking to get into his pants, from boyfriends using them to describe him to their friends, like he’s simply just some arm candy. But hearing this from the man laying on his bed, he knows it runs deeper than what he can see with his eyes. And it sets Simon’s body on fire.
He turns his back to Wille, pulling his shirt off of his shoulders, flexing them to remove his shirt completely. He lays the shirt on the desk chair too, and looks over his shoulder towards Wille, arching his back slightly. Through hooded eyes he asks, “Don’t you want to get undressed?”
“Fuck…in a minute, baby. Right now I’m enjoying the show. Don’t want to look away for even a second.”
Simon delights under the unspoken compliment, and he works on his pants and gets them open frantically, but slows down a little to shimmy them down his legs. His ass wiggles as his pants drop. He hears Wille curse but before he can turn around, Wille is on him, one arm around his waist and a hand coming to cup a cheek and squeeze. “You are a tease.” Wille struggles to get out.
Simon moans, his hands wrapping around Wille’s bicep and grips tightly. “Wille.” Simon gasps.
Wille lifts Simon to all but throw him onto the bed, and Simon bites his lip, lifting to his elbows to see Wille racing out of his clothes. He catches fleeting images of freckles and moles, creating a constellation across Wille’s chest. He doesn’t get to focus on them for long, as Wille returns to the bed still in his briefs, and gasps as he throws Simon's legs apart and goes directly to lick at the wet patch on the front of his underwear.
Simon throws his head back in a moan and his hands scramble to get in Wille’s hair. Wille kisses him through his briefs and makes his way up to Simon’s waistband, dipping his tongue into his belly button, and Simon’s dick twitches at the feeling.
Simon starts tugging at Wille’s hair, trying to pull him up. “Up, up, come here,” Simon says desperately.
Wille obliges him and moves up Simon’s body, leaving wet kisses on his stomach, his sternum, the dip of his throat, before he lets Simon pull him into a kiss. He feels Simon’s legs wrap around his waist and his hands move down to grab his ass and rub their hard cocks together, both breaking the kiss to moan in each other’s mouths.
“Fuck me, Wille, please.” Simon pleads.
“Okay, baby, I’ve got you,” Wille says, scrambling to get them both out of their underwear and reaching for the lube and condom he left on the bedside table.
He sits on his knees between Simon’s legs and drops the condom somewhere on the bed. He’s just about to uncap the lube when he takes a glance at Simon, and he forgets the task at hand. He runs his eyes over Simon, sees the blush running up his neck and cheeks, sees his chest heaving while he pants, sees just how wrecked he is.
Simon sees Wille stop and lets out a whine. “Wille, come on.”
Wille snaps out of it and drops to place a kiss on Simon’s chest. “Sorry, baby, it’s just…you look like a fucking dream.”
Simon moans at Wille’s words, but pushes him back so Wille can focus back on getting him prepped. Wille uncaps the lube, and gets some on his fingers, warming it up a bit, and finally, finally, presses a finger to Simon’s entrance. Simon clenches up almost imperceptibly, but Wille feels it and rubs his finger around a little bit. “Okay?” He asks.
“Yeah just…it’s been a while. But I want it.”
“Okay, but you have to let me know if you need to stop.”
“I will.”
Wille is satisfied with Simon’s answer and circles his rim a few more times before pushing one finger in.
“Yes,” Simon breathes out.
“It’s good?” Wille asks.
“Yes, it’s so good, love the stretch.” Simon admits, moving down to take more.
Wille groans and only gets a few thrusts in before Simon is asking for more. “Another Wille.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Wille, yes, please.”
Wille gives one last thrust before adding another finger, and Simon moans, meeting his thrusts. They work up to three of Wille’s fingers, and he bends them to feel around until he finally hits the bundle of nerves he’s looking for. Simon lets out a sharp cry and grabs Wille’s bicep, finger nails digging into the flesh.
“Wille, I’m ready,” Simon moans out.
“You don’t need another finger?”
“No, no, need you, just you.”
Wille groans and moves down to leave a kiss on Simon’s hip before removing his fingers and reaching for the condom he put on the bed earlier.
“Wait!” Simon yelps, startling Wille a bit. “Can I do it for you?”
“You want to?” Wille asks.
“Yes, can I?” Simon asks again.
“Of course, baby, anything you want.”
Simon takes the condom from Wille’s hand and pushes Wille to his knees, bringing himself up too. He ignores the condom for a second in favor of wrapping his fingers around Wille, and taking his tip into his mouth. He sucks lightly and groans, flooded with the taste of Wille. “Fuck, Simon.” Wille curses, grabbing onto Simon’s shoulder to keep himself up.
“Sorry. Just wanted to taste you.” Simon explains, putting his attention back on the condom and rushing to open the wrapper, rolling it down Wille’s cock, giving it a few pumps.
“You’re killing me, Simon.” Wille says, pushing Simon back down on the bed.
He lines his tip up to Simon, looking at him and silently questioning one last time. Simon nods and Wille pushes in slowly. Simon feels delirious at the push, the stretch, the fullness he feels when Wille finally bottoms out. Wille holds them like this, unmoving for a few beats, before Simon gets impatient. “Move, Wille, and don’t you dare stop.” Simon demands, and Wille is a weak, weak man when it comes to Simon. I’ll give you whatever you want. The sun, moon and stars if you asked.
Wille starts out slow, pulling out barely an inch before thrusting back in. Simon is letting out the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard, and it’s all because of him. “Hard– harder, Wille.” Simon pleads.
And how could he deny Simon that, when he asks so nicely. He buries his face in Simon’s neck, licking at the light sheen of sweat he finds there, before pulling out almost completely and driving back in. Simon cries out in pleasure, and Wille continues just like this, until he changes angles just slightly, and it’s like Simon’s turned into a livewire. “There! Right there, Wille!” Simon chokes out, and moves to take himself in his hand.
Wille doesn’t let him, and shoves his hand away to take Simon in his hand himself. Wille continues exactly like this, thrust after thrust and drag after drag. “Wille..Wille I’m close,” Simon gasps, quickly hurtling towards his climax.
Wille works on staving off his own orgasm, wanting Simon to come first. It takes a few more pumps before Simon spills, warm and wet onto Wille’s hand and his own stomach. Wille feels Simon warm and clenching around him, and it pushes him over the edge too.
Simon feels Wille’s hips stutter and warmth fill the condom, and either something’s really wrong with him, or he’s in love, because he wishes to himself that it wasn’t there. That he could feel Wille spilling into him, nothing in between them. He doesn't have the brain capacity to dissect what he’s thinking, but his brain works just enough to bring Wille’s lips to his in another kiss, slow and lazy. They’re both basking in the post sex haze when Wille pulls away to pull out and walks to Simon’s attached bathroom to clean up.
Simon is trying to stay awake, but his eyes keep drooping until he feels a wet cloth running across his stomach, and his heart clenches when he wakes up enough to realize Wille had made sure the water was warm. Simon looks at him, a dopey smile on his face, as Wille moves his legs to clean between them, being as gentle as possible in case Simon was sensitive.
Wille moves away to put the towel back in the bathroom, and Simon whines, reaching his arms out. “Forget about the towel, just throw it somewhere and come back here.”
Wille chuckles and spots the laundry hamper and puts the towel there instead, climbing back into Simon’s bed and pulling them under the comforter. Simon wraps his arms around Wille’s waist and buries his face into his chest, leaving feather light kisses along his sternum. When Wille squeezes him back, he lifts his head back to look at Wille, all but purring.
“Go on a date with me,” he whispers.
“Yeah?” Wille asks in awe, biting his lip and looking at Simon in pure adoration.
“Yeah.” Simon declares.
Instead of answering, he leans in to drop a sweet kiss on Simon’s lips, syrupy and enchanting.
I was yours tonight, Simon thinks. But I’ll be yours forever if you ask.