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“You don’t need to shower,” Wille pouted, flopping across Simon as he tried to sit up, “stay in bed with me.”
Simon laughed as he pushed Wille’s legs away, “You’re so clingy,” he leant down to kiss him, his words soft against Wille’s lips, “I love it.” He felt around on the floor for his clothes.
Wille tugged him back down by his arm, "Don't go home yet," he kissed his mouth, his jaw, his neck.
Simon's eyes fluttered closed, "Mmm stop, I really need to go."
"OK," Wille sighed as he pulled away, laying back on the bed, "be careful. It's still dark out."
That was over an hour ago, and weak sunlight had just barely started to creep in under the thin curtains. Autumn was quickly blurring into winter, a cold draught seeping in through the window Simon hadn't closed properly. Wille turned onto his side, fingertips tracing the pillow next to him.
What was Simon doing right now? Was he home yet? Was he already in the shower? He rolled onto his back and licked his lips, his hand resting on his stomach. Maybe soon they could shower together. Maybe he could hang back after rowing practice, invent some pretense about packing away the equipment so that they were the only ones left in the changing rooms. Simon would smirk and raise his eyebrows, impressed by his daring. They'd kiss, slowly, smiling and undressing each other under the flickering fluorescent lights.
Wille’s hand moved lower under the duvet. He'd press Simon against the cool tiles, push his wet curls out of his face, run his soapy hands all over
“Sir?” A loud knock at the door.
Wille yanked his hand out of his boxers, “Yes?”
“They’re serving breakfast now. Are you alright?”
“Yeah,” he cleared his throat, “Yes, I’m up, sorry. I won’t be long.”
He kicked the covers off with a sigh. At least the shock had startled him into a more respectable state. He scowled as he shoved his feet into a pair of socks, pulled on the first clothes he found on the floor, ran his hands through his messy hair.
The bodyguard gave him a strange look when he opened the door, but didn’t say anything. Wille frowned at her back as they made their way to the dining hall. A few of his housemates gave him quizzical looks, too. He could feel their eyes on him as he poured yoghurt into his bowl. He sat down without meeting anyone’s gaze, tucking in his chair to make himself as small as possible.
August finally got his attention with a patronising cough, “Wille?”
The whole room had fallen silent. Everyone had turned to look at him.
“Hmm?”
“Would you like to get up on the table?”
“What?” Wille shook his head, “Why?”
August’s smile turned mean, “Don’t you have something to share with the group?”
Wille’s hand flew to his neck. Shit, did he have a hickey? Simon had kissed him there a lot last night. He swallowed, trying to keep his voice calm, “I don’t know what you mean. I haven’t been with anyone.”
“You sure? You haven’t been undressing anyone, then? Getting your clothes mixed up?”
Wille stared at him, completely confused.
August rolled his eyes, tugged on his own sweater, “Not your usual attire, is it?”
Wille’s cheeks burned as he looked down. He was wearing Simon’s purple hoodie. Simon must have left it in his room. Shit shit shit. He left the table without finishing his breakfast or looking at anyone. The bodyguard had to jog to keep up. He shut his bedroom door before she could interrogate him and pulled out his phone.
Where are you?
Simon replied a few seconds later.
On the bus. You can’t miss me that much already :)
Come to my room before class. It’s important.
He tugged the hoodie over his head, threw it at the wall in an angry ball. He immediately felt bad and went to retrieve it. Folded it neatly. Brought it up to his face.
Simon found him on the bed, cuddling the hoodie and rocking slightly, “Hey.”
Wille looked up, “I did something bad.”
“What did you do?” Simon dropped his bag in the corner, shrugged out of his coat.
Wille buried his face in his hands, staring at the carpet through his fingers, “It was dark when I was getting ready, and I didn't turn the light on and," he took a shaky breath, "I accidentally wore your hoodie to breakfast.”
Simon’s eyes went wide, “Fuck. Did anyone notice?”
“Of course they fucking noticed! I can’t do anything without being noticed!”
“OK, OK,” Simon sat down next to him, putting his arm around his shoulders.
Wille nuzzled into his chest, “Fucking August told me to...”
“Fuck him," Simon spat, not waiting for the rest.
Wille nodded, sniffed, “I've been thinking and I… I could just say that you leant it to me? That I was cold during the workout.”
Simon sighed, “Or you could say nothing. So what if you wear my hoodie? You don’t have to justify your entire life to people.”
Wille scoffed.
“No, seriously. You don’t.” He kissed his temple, “What did you say to August.”
“Nothing,” Wille shifted awkwardly, “I ran away.”
Simon grimaced.
“Yeah. I know.”
“You don’t play Poker, do you?”
“Shut up.”
They shared a smile. Simon hugged him tighter, “It’ll be OK.”
“How?”
“Well,” Simon gestured vaguely, “you didn’t actually confirm anything, right? So just ignore it. August wants to bait you. It’ll drive him fucking insane if you act like nothing’s happened.”
Wille laughed, wiped his nose with the back of his hand, “He can’t stand it when people ignore him.”
“Exactly. Rise above it. He doesn’t actually know about us. We haven’t done anything wrong anyway.” That last part was said in a huff. Simon clenched his jaw.
Wille held his hand, laced their fingers together. He knew how much Simon hated sneaking around. Hated that he was the one putting him in that position.
Simon sighed, shook his head. “Hey, maybe I should strut around school in your red pullover. That would really piss him off.”
“Strut?” Wille laughed.
“Yeah, obviously. You don’t think I can strut? Are non-reses not allowed to strut??”
Wille wrestled him onto the bed.
Their playfight dissolved into soft kisses. Simon tucked Wille’s hair behind his ear.
“I still don’t get how you wore it by accident. It’s bright purple.”
“It was dark,” Wille groaned, “I was flustered.”
“You were ‘flustered?’”
“I was thinking about you,” Wille blushed harder, “and then they interrupted,” he lowered his voice as he nodded towards the door.
Simon grinned, “What were you thinking about?”
Wille shook his head, headbutted his chest gently, “You know exactly what.”
“No, I have no idea. I think you should tell me.”
They were very late to class.