For some reason the world was suddenly filled with sounds— a clock on the wall, cars driving by, kids cursing and screaming at each other.
Tommy was laying in bed and questioning his life choices.
Just yesterday he was yelling at his brother that he's fucking sick in the head and that he should stop lying to his therapist and that his therapist is ass if he can't tell that "this wanker of a man" is a liar.
Then he looked at Will menacingly, gripping his collar.
And then they started making out.
Soon Tommy was straddling his waist, undoing his shirt with practiced ease.
Yes he still remembered how to do it quickly and efficiently, yes he was desperate, he was so desperate his mouth was watering and when it wasn't it was occupied with biting the other's lips and opening his mouth so the other could let himself in and start drawing perfectly pitched sounds out of him.
Cold, bleak rays of sunshine were painting pictures on his blanket.
This whole situation was so so so fucked up. He should kick his brother the hell out, block his phone number and then—!
He felt a warm familiar tingling on his neck. Gentle teasing pain ran through him in sparkles.
He hid his eyes behind his hand and groaned.
A love mark. He is a lover boy and he belongs to his brother—
A hand circles his waist. He watches it and notes a beautiful purple cuff on its wrist. Ah... His own handiwork
He turns around. Will is not quite awake yet and that's good. Tommy wants him to get a good amount of sleep. Those dark circles under his eyes were so horrid he thought he drew them on. So unless Wilbur was sick in the head and tattooed them on they were real and it was very concerning.
His face was now adorned with a healthy pink. Tommy gave him something to eat before bed— he can't remember what it actually was because soon after he was a little bit busy trying not to cum untouched—
"H-huh?" That was sudden-!
Someones mouth occupied a small spot on his neck. Then... A flat brush. Tommy shivers as Will wets his skin with his tongue like a vampire.
"Ah-! Mmmh..." He moans quietly. Yes, yes, keep sucking... He strokes his hand with his fingertips, encouraging him to keep going.
Will pulls away, satisfied with his work. He smiles into the other's shoulder. "Shit. Sorry— I remember you said you hated when I did that-"
"Good morning to you too" said Tommy, yawning. "And I lied."
"Oh" Will looked at him innocently with subtle melancholy in his eyes. "Well good thing I wasn't making you uncomfortable then"
Tommy watched him get out of bed and start collecting his clothes from the floor.
"Wait! Where are you going??" He said, panicking.
Will turned around "Home..?" He asked him, unsure of his own answer. "I mean you did want me to get out of here. I think I definitely overstepped some boundaries and so I doubt I'm still welcome here"
Tommy felt his cheeks heat up.
"Yes, well, wait, no— uhm. Actually I thought you could—" his eyes darted away "...Stay for breakfast?"
Will stopped trying to tug his pants back on.
"Uhm— nevermind, forget I said anything-!"
"Tommy, no..." He finally put the piece of clothing on, leaving him, well, still topless but then again Tommy was still wearing the blanket. "This was bad enough..."
Will sighed. "Didn't you say you were better off without me? No contact and everything? You even decided to finally block my Discord yesterday. For— a minute. Of course, I'm not the one to tell you this but..."
"It wasn't—" he interrupted himself and went silent. "I don't regret it." Tommy shrugged and smiled to himself but the smile wasn't reaching his eyes.
"You don't—?" Will sat down next to him on the bed. "Tommy I'm so so sorry I shouldn't have—"
"Stop apologizing!" He groaned. "I messaged you. You're not the only one to blame for this situation. Also I don't want to blame anyone!" He threw his hands in the air. "I'm fucked in the head, alright?"
"Probably because of mom and dad actually. You've just made it worse" Will cringed. "Anyway. I'm not ok and it's not a "you" problem. You're not ok as well, alright?"
And then he was on top of Will.
"I wanted this too." His beautiful blue eyes turned dark cloudy grey. "Without you it got worse. I started forgetting things. The world— went silent a-and I was just. in a constant state of filming and writing, filming and writing. I almost never slept because I had— wet dreams. With you in them. And you always left in the end... So I woke up crying more often than not..." Tommy gripped Will's jeans and turned away. Yeah his jeans have a really cool belt, way more interesting than his face stained with pain.
"Tommy I'm..." He sighed. Then gulped. "Ok. My therapist said I should talk more about— things that make me feel a certain way. I guess I never did it with her but... Ok I'll tell you"
"I've been losing sleep too. And weight. And well— I've already told you I stopped writing because I couldn't come up with anything... I managed the first two years. My writing only got worse. I started watching your shows. Obviously no one is technically allowed to record so they're really bad. But I was so curious and... Admittedly I missed you. Then I left the band and started working night shifts. It helped to just. Forget about everything and stop being worried for a few days. But then the weekend rolled around. And— everything crumbled under my fingers. I kept pushing people away. I don't talk to anyone from the band anymore..." He sighed. "That felt horrid. I have no idea why my therapist decided it'll be a good idea. I think I have a better one"
He hugged Tommy and pressed his nose into the crook of his neck. "You still smell like caramel and cola..."
"And you still smell like... like a fuckin'— like you. I donno what to compare it to"
"Well I figured you wouldn't mind— also my dick's getting your jeans dirty"
"No! I just washed them-!" He kicked Tommy off of himself. He fell into the white sheets with a soft "poof" and started laughing. "You little prick!"
Tommy was out of his element a little bit. Yet he still licked his lips lewdly and grinned. Wilbur gulped.
"Fuck. Ok. I remember you were always into it a bit too much"
"You said it was a fixation"
"It is. You should Google it when we're done."
5 notes and I'm writing the next one for this AU
Ok jokes aside I just got a little bit tired and I don't think I can write an nsfw scene rn.
