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Wilbur didnt smoke often.
He tried not to at least, having the effects and risks lectured into him anytime he came home smelling of cigarettes made it slightly less desirable. Forced to sit in the living room, listening to his father just talk and talk and talk.
Not that he cared about his health, he didn't, but he knew it made his father worry. Not to mention how Tommy near but refused to come around him if he caught even a hint of the strong scent soaked into his clothes or hair.
There were times though, that he couldn't help it. When nothing else could seem to take the edge off even slightly other than the burning in his lung and the way the acrid smoke spun around his head in the cold night air.
That's how he was left here, sitting on the roof of his house, staring out into nothing in particular. He didn't enjoy it. It wasn't fun. But he felt a little less likely to try and blow his brains out, which he considered at least an improvement.
He had been stressed out all week. It was the end of the year, spring rain slowing drying out into inescapable summer heat, forcing Wilbur to abandon his normal wardrobe of sweaters and sweatshirts for short sleeves, though tonight was cold enough to warrant him slipping on a hoodie, one of Techno's he noticed, before sitting outside. Along with the end of the year, however, came finals.
He hadn't known a moment of peace since finals week started, test after test every day for hours, and when he wasnt actively taking a test he was studying for the next one. It was hard to find time to relax and take a break when he knew that his scholarship to college next year counted on him getting good final grades.
He needed this scholarship, not being able to afford going away without it. His father had been short on money for a while now, and no matter how many times he promised that he'd figure it out, Wilbur couldn't put that on him. Not when he looked so relieved when Wilbur had told him about the scholarship.
So he studied and crammed and did not take breaks. One week of hell was worth keeping his dad from stressing.
Though now that it was over, Wilbur thinks he was owed a little time to relax.
He took another slow drag, holding the smoke for a moment, just letting his lungs burn until he couldn't take it anymore, huffing it out.
The window next to him slid open as he did, diverting his attention back to his room as he saw a certain pink haired man climbing out onto the room with him, pulling the glass slightly closed behind him as he sat only a foot from his friend.
Wilbur gave him a slow lazy smile as the pinklette situated himself, knees pulled up as far as he could keep them while managing not to lose his balance, his hands pulled into the sleeves of his crew neck to fight off the biting night air.
“Come here to lecture me on my health?” Wilbur teased. He had done it a few times, being almost worse than Phil had been about it, even going as far as to throw Wilbur's pack away. That had been months ago however, now he held a better understanding of Wilbur's bad habits.
“Nah. Think I'll pass tonight… wouldn't be anything worth hearing anyway,” Techno snorted. Wilbur chuckled with him, hanging his arm over his own legs, leaning his head back, and staring up at the sky.
“Oh, how gratuitous of you,” He hummed quietly, letting them both fall into a quiet, content silence. That's how it was with Techno most of the time, quiet but in a good way. They could speak if and when necessary, for now, however, they were content to relax in each other's company.
Wilbur raised his cigarette back to his lips, breaking in and thinking before releasing it and turning to his friend.
“Ok. Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don’t have to say anything .” Wilbur quotes easily, a small smile returning to his face as his friend gives him an incredulous look.
“A little on the nose don't you think? Plus what do you think I am a pleb?” Techno asked but Wilbur only hummed slightly, burning through his cigarette as he waited for an answer. Techno only rolled his eyes.
“Kite Runner. Hosseini.” Techno replied and Wilbur smiled at him. He was right. Techno always got it right seeing as he was the reason they played, though Wilbur thought his love for literature gave him an advantage.
Techno signed and thought for a moment, trying to come up with a suitable quote.
Wilbur took the time to examine him. His long pink hair was currently left unbound. He normally braided it or keeps it up, away from his face and out of his way, though Wilbur always like it when he left it down. The way it framed his face.
Techno had a nice face. It was no secret he was handsome, even if he scarcely admitted it to him directly, outside of playful flirts and compliments.
He thinks he should probably tell him more.
“How about… I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things,” Techno suggested. His deep brown eyes turned on wilbur. In the moonlight, you could see the dark flecks of gold and honey there...
“You're quoting Tolkien at me. You do know you're quoting Tolkien at me right?” Wilbur teased and Techno laughed.
“Yeah well, I thought it was worth a shot. Plus if you missed it it would've been hilarious to hold over your head”
Wilbur gaped at him with mock offense. As if he'd ever miss a Tolkien quote. He shoved his elbow into Techno's side, laughing but keeping careful not to cause them to slip and fall.
“Dickhead! Fine, how about… Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.” Wilbur smirked, throwing a wink Techno's way as he finished off his cigarette. It was nearly burnt down to the butt so he did it the mercy of grinding it out on one of the shingles. He was barely able to pick up the faint dusting of pink on Techno's cheeks under the moonlight as he rolled his eyes.
“I think you quoting Shakespeare is significantly worse than me quoting Tolkien.” Techno groaned and Wilbur laughed, nudging his friend again but much more playfully this time.
“Oh shut up there's no way it's worse,” Wilbur said though Techno didn't concede, pushing the brunette away.
He only lost his footing for a moment, slipping slightly as he tried to stay upright and not slide down the 12-foot drop. Techno cursed as he reached out and grabbed Wilbur's arm, quickly trying to stabilize him from falling, pulling him back to the slope and hugging his arm tight.
Wilbur swore loudly and colorfully, though he managed to right himself, perching back where he was. Adrenaline courses through him as he takes a deep breath.
“Jesus christ be careful!!” Techno yelled, not daring to let go of the death grip he had on Wilbur's arm. Wilbur forced out a laugh, turning wide eyes on Techno.
“You're the one who pushed me!” Wilbur yelled back and techno flushed, embarrassed.
“I didnt think youd be so easy to knock over.” Techno teased and Wilbur rolled his eyes, looking toward Techno again, though his next quip died in his throat.
He was suddenly…very aware of how close they were sitting to each other.
Techno hasn't released his arm from his borderline death grip that he had on it, keeping it tucked close to him which only meant they were practically on top of each other.
Techno was warm.. he was always warm, basically radiating it like a space heater, it was nice.. and more than welcome in the cold air...
Now that he was closer, he could really look at the other boy.. the way his cheeks glowed, a similar shade to his hair which Wilbur found amusing. The way his eyelashes brushed his cheeks when he blinked .. how soft his lips looked in the moonlight…
It was way too cliche, he scolded himself. It wasn't as if he didn't know Techno was attractive. He had known for a long time, and while it wasn't a problem most of the time… he could always keep his eyes off his friend...
“Your starin’…”Technoblade murmured, Wilbur thought maybe his eyes were similarly trained on Wilbur's face as his were on Techno's...
“ You pierce my soul. I am half agony. Half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone forever...” He quotes his voice almost a whisper.
‘Dangerous..’ Wilbur tells himself ’ this is dangerous territory
For now, he could pass it off. Techno could push him away and they could consider it another one of Wilbur's jokes. Another tease between friends...
Because thats what they are. Friends.. good friends yes but just friends… he was toeing a dangerous line though, on that word friends. So close to something more if either of them decided it could be something more… something they might want.
He'd admit to wanting Techno. He couldn't help himself really… Technoblade was attractive. He was smart and witty and oh so easy to fall in love with…
And maybe his teasing and quick touches were selfish. A way to quell whatever wanting he may have for the boy. It had been for a while no matter how hard he tried to ignore it. Not wanting to risk them..but-
“… You should be kissed and often," The pinklette started, his eyes trained on Wilbur's lips. Wilbur could feel his breath catch in his throat before Techno continued,
" You should be kissed often... and by someone who knows how” The pinklette finished. Wilbur's heart was racing a mile a minute. He stares then for a moment into Techno's eyes, the others flicking back up to stare back into his, half lidded as he feels the other's breath mixing with his own and it's now that he wishes he hadn't smoked that night.
Techno's lips are gentle against his, leading him slowly into the kiss, one of his hands holding the back of Wilbur's neck while his other still pulls his arm close.
It's slow and sweet, nothing like any kiss he had had before, full of need and inexperience, just fighting long enough to get the other's clothes off.
This kiss was the kind lovers had. It was obvious in how they worked each other apart, kissing out of something other than raging teenage hormones. Wilbur could see how easily he could become addicted to this. How he could fight a thousand wars for it. (Maybe he was a tad dramatic. Sue him.)
They kissed, Techno working his way into his mouth with purpose, but no greed. Taking his time as Wilbur came undone against him, not being able to help the quiet noises that he moaned into his mouth. It froze them both in place, Wilbur's cheeks burning with the embarrassment that he had just made that noise.
“We should…we should get off the roof” Techno panted as he pulled away just enough to speak. Wilbur nodded quickly, a bit nervous now that he remembered they were still sitting on his roof.
Techno took another few breaths, trying to steady the rise and fall of his chest before pushing away, sliding open the window and crawling inside, doing his best not to trip over Wilbur carpet as they went in, Wilbur following shortly after and stumbling to his feet on the flat floor.
Techno moved, sitting himself down on Wilbur's bed. He made to follow but Techno shook his head, causing Wilbur to pause.
“Go brush your teeth now. You taste like absolute shit.” Techno deadpans. Wilbur stays frozen for a few seconds, processing before squawking at his friend(Friend?).
“You didn't seem to mind when you were sucking my face on the roof!” Wilbur protests, though he knows he's just being difficult to be difficult, trying his best to hide his smile.
Techno winced at the strange phrasing Wilbur decided to use.
“You know what. Do whatever you want, I'm not kissing you again.” He said and Wilbur's eyes widened.
“Wait no I'm sorry! I'll go do that now! I promise!” He yells, rushing towards the bathroom, causing Techno to laugh behind him as he watches.
“Mhm good and ditch the hoodie while you're at it you smell like an ashtray.”