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Wilbur had always loved travelling. He used to sneak out when he was seventeen just to get a train to some shady city in Northern England or, if he had enough money, just pack up and go straight to the airport. And it even more fun with friends; especially Phil, Kristin and Tommy, he'd noticed.
Sure, he'd done vlogs with Tommy and went to god knows what weird places to film simply because the younger just asked him to, but they'd never been to a different country together. And believe him when he said that he loved it. He loved spending days with his friends and just being able to experience all the cool, new shit they did with people he cared so much for. They'd already been to Disneyland and The Eiffel Tower and Tommy had filmed hours of content for his vlogs, not to even mention all the things they'd done when the cameras weren't running and they just got to be themselves.
Sure Wilbur had to admit that the city had been hugely hyped up by media and that the reality was very often drastically different that what rich influencers on Instagram played it up to be like, but hey, he knew all this already, and everything was 100% outweighed anyway by the fact that he was with Tommy, Phil and Kristin.
Then came a day when it would all come crashing down. Or well, not completely, but still hard enough that it wasn't all the same after. Whether or not that was a bad thing was up for debate.
The four were exploring the streets near their hotel and just buying things from small corner shops. Tommy had just bought some useless, overpriced souvenirs when someone called out from them on the street.
It turned out to be a fan who had seen them earlier in the day and had now managed to find them. He'd drawn an awesome picture of Tommy and gave it to the boy, who was absolutely delighted.
Lastly the guy wanted a photo, so the three gave the phone to Kristin and gathered around the dude. He was in s wheelchair, so Tommy had to bend down a bit to be more at his level.
And this is where the problems began.
Because Tommy had decided that the perfect spot to stand in was not only directly in front of Wilbur, but literally pretty much pressed against him. And so here he was, standing with this fucking kid bent down against his crotch and fuck, he was 25 hadn't had sex in three months so how in the hell was he supposed to stop his mind from wandering?
And oh boy did it wander. All he could see was this skinny little teen bent in front of him like the man was about to fuck him into a god damn kitchen counter. He had to stop himself from raising his hand to the younger's hip that was barely exposed by his shirt rolling up.
He smiled smugly to the camera, when in reality all he could think about was how the pressure against his cock was starting to excite him dangerously much. He really, really hoped no one would notice because oh my god he was fucking hard.
Luckily the photo had now been taken, and Wilbur was quite sure that the change in his expression hadn't been captured by the camera. Tommy continued to talk to the fan for a moment, so he must've not noticed. He was probably in the clear, Will thought to himself as he swiftly tugged his sweatshirt down to hide his boner.
That was until he saw Phil's gaze.
The older man's cold eyes were piercing through him, and the pure terror that Wilbur felt in that moment would have been comedic had the situation not been what it was. Phil knew, he 100% knew, and fucking hell was he not happy about it.
They said goodbye to the fan and started walking to find a place to eat at, with Wilbur keeping his mouth shut for the majority of the time. He caught Phil glaring at him multiple times between the conversation, but the brunette didn't dare to say anything.
They went to a diner to get something to eat for the rest of the evening before finally going back to the hotel. Wilbur had managed to stay around the other two until now to avoid Phil from confronting him. He and Tommy went to their room, leaving Kristin and Phil to theirs and for a moment Will thought he was safe, for now.
Then they heard a knock on the door. Tommy went to open it and oh fuck, it was Phil.
"Sorry, just remembered something- can I just speak to you for a second, Will?" he said from the door, glancing in to where Wilbur was sitting. His eyes widened but he stood up quickly.
"Oh yeah, sure", Will gave the man a forced smile.
"Should I come too?" Tommy asked.
Before Wilbur could answer anything, Phil said: "Nah it's nothing important, just get to bed or something." It was over midnight and that was exactly what Tommy had been doing before this.
"Alright", the boy shrugged, leaving the two by themselves as Phil closed the door behind them.
"What?" Wilbur asked nervously, trying to play it cool.
"What do you think?" Phil's voice clearly stated that he was not going to stand for Will's bullshitting.
"I don't know, I'm pretty sure I haven't done anything to you so I don't really get why you're like, angry with me", Will said bitterly.
"You know he's fuckin' seventeen, right?"
Wilbur was getting annoyed at Phil's tone, so he raised his gaze to look directly into Phil's eyes. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Don't try and play fucking dumb", Phil said in such a matter-of-fact way that Wilbur's stance almost broke. "I saw your fucking face when you were looking at Tommy, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
Will took a deep breath, quietly, so Phil wouldn't notice how nervous he actually. "The fuck do you mean? I'm not doing anything."
Phil was looking at him disbelief. "I saw you, man, you fucking know I did. You were having a fucking boner when Tommy was against you."
"Oh wow, I had a boner, big deal. People get random boners, thought you'd fucking know this, Phil."
"A "Random boner" is a bit different than sweating your balls off cause you wanna fuck a teenager so bad", Phil said. "I saw your face, man. It's fucked up. You got fucking turned on by your underage friend bending over in front of you."
Wilbur stared at Phil. He didn't actually think that lowly of the younger, did he? Did he really think that Wilbur was just this gross old man who got turned on by teenagers? "That's not at all what happened."
"Yes it is, I saw it. You've known him since he was fifteen! That's gross, man."
Wilbur's eyes grew cold as he stared at Phil. "How about you quit claiming things before you know what the fuck you're talking about? Maybe just keep your nose out of other people's business for once, you know." Phil wasn't wrong, and Will knew he wasn't, but he wasn't gonna let the man shit on him this much when he didn't know the full story at all. Wilbur saw Tommy as so much more than some sex toy, like Phil seemed to assume. The boy was the most important person in his life, and he wasn't gonna let Phil talk like this because of a one single time when he'd though that the blonde was hot.
"I actually don't think I'll keep my nose out of other people's business when you're literally sleeping in the same bed with that kid."
Will froze.
"The fuck do you mean?"
"Well, the hell do I know what you might do to him?" Phil answered, his voice as cold as Will's own. "If you're that fucking turned on by him. He looks up to you so much as well."
"..You know I'm not like that."
"I mean, I don't know anymore, after today."
"What the fuck do you mean you don't know?" at this point, Will was yelling. "Getting a boner cause my friend is fucking pressed against my goddamn cock is a bit different that fucking raping someone! You fucking know I'm not like that!"
"I didn't say you'd rape him, Will", Phil said. He looked a bit guilty, like he'd himself too realized that his wording had not been the best.
"Well that's what it sounded like! I'm not like, obsessing over him, like he's cute and I was horny so yeah, of course I'll get fucking hard! That's like, completely different! You can't just jump to conclusions like that!"
"Wilbur-"
"No, shut the fuck up", he spat out. "I'm not talking about this anymore. Fuck off." Wilbur went back to their door and opened it, leaving Phil standing alone outside the room.
Tommy was sitting on the bed with his phone. His shirt's neckline was so big that a part of his chest showed, and Wilbur would've probably let his eyes explore more (it's not weird, he swore) if he wouldn't have been so angry at Phil.
Tommy raised his eyes when Wilbur walked in.
"You alright?"
"Yeah, of course", Wilbur said, angrily going trough his bag to find his toothbrush.
"I mean, I heard you two yelling." Tommy continued. "Is everything good? What were you arguing about?"
Wilbur paused for a moment, sending an unsure gaze towards the younger. It'd be shitty to not tell Tommy what was going on, but he really did not wanna talk right now. Will sighed. "I'll tell you in the morning, promise. Don't worry about it."
Tommy looked at him for a moment before shrugging. "Alright."
Wilbur brushed his teeth and got in to the bed with Tommy. His head was racing with thoughts about what Phil had said to him. 'Well, the hell do I know what you might do to him?' How could Phil ever think that Wilbur do anything to hurt Tommy? He'd known Phil for over two years. Surely they'd gotten to know each other enough that Phil would that that he'd never do something like that, no matter how horny he'd be for Tommy. Which he wasn't, just for the record. Maybe he liked the boy a bit, but what'd happened today had just been an accident and his liking for Tommy absolutely did not go to a degree that he'd ever even consider doing something to him.
Wilbur tilted his head to look at the sleeping boy next to him. His features were relaxed and his blond curls were splattered across his cheek.
He looked pretty. Wilbur kinda just wanted to kiss him.
But he wouldn't, because Phil was fucking stupid and Wilbur would never do anything to Tommy without his explicit consent, ever.
Eventually he drifted into an uneased sleep, hoping that tomorrow would be better and maybe he'd sort this shit out with Phil. And oh fuck, he'd have to tell Tommy what they'd been arguing about.
-
Wilbur woke up around ten with Tommy yawning next to him. They didn't exchange many words they dressed in silence.
"So", the younger said, sitting on the armchair that was next to the bed. "You gonna tell me what was going on with Phil?"
"Uh, yeah, so", Wilbur began, trying to reduce the nervousness in his voice. "Well, he's mad at me, because, uh.. How do I say this."
Wilbur took deep breath and sent an unsure glance towards the blond.
"It's really weird. I'm sorry."
"Well spit it out, man", Tommy rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around he legs, so that he was sitting in a fetal position. "I'm sure I've seen weirder."
"He's mad at me because-" Will began. "'Cause I had a boner. When we took that photo with the dude in a wheelchair."
Tommy let out a short laugh. "Wha- he's mad at you 'cause you-" the buy started laughing even more, so Wilbur had to stop him.
"No no, it's not that", he said. "It's-I had a boner, 'cause like, you were, uh, pressed against me. And- y'know." He avoided Tommy's gaze that was on him, feeling his cheeks redden in embarrassment. "So he's mad at me for that. Because it's weird."
God, this was a horrible idea; Tommy really did deserve to know, though. Wilbur just hoped that he wouldn't be too grossed out.
He could feel the boy staring at him. "Oh.. oh." Tommy slowly realized what Wilbur's words meant. "So-.. Y-you.."
"I'm sorry, man."
"So, d'you, like.." His voice faded out for a moment. "Does that mean you think I'm hot?"
Wilbur finally looked at the younger. He didn't look mad, if anything, he just looked a bit confused. Will frowned. "I- what-"
"Like, do you? 'Cause if you do then, uh, that's cool, I guess", Tommy said awkwardly. "I think. 'Cause I think you're hot too. And I prolly- I prolly would've had a boner too if I would've realized that I'm, y'know", he continued, his words slowly sinking into Will's brain. "Doing that. Bending down, in front of you."
It was Wilbur's turn to stare. Tommy looked even more embarrassed than he had, which Wilbur wouldn't have though was even possible. Tommy was into him? What in the world was going on? This is not at all how Wilbur had though this conversation would go like.
"You- Are you being serious?" Wilbur asked.
"Uh. Yeah." Tommy looked at him nervously. "I am."
Will didn't answer. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to answer.
"D'you like me?" Tommy asked, his voice almost a whisper. "Please say yes."
"I.. I guess I do", Will confessed. "I- Tommy, I do wanna say, though- I would've said this if you wouldn't have just dumped all that on me- that like, I obviously don't just see you as like, just a cute guy, I mean you are but- 'cause Phil seemed to think that me being turned on by you meant that I on't see you as a person or something which is obviously not the case", he said quickly. "I just wanna to make sure you know that."
"No, I know", Tommy nodded. "I don't only like 'cause you're hot either", he said before grinning. "Though it's obviously a plus." The boy moved from the armchair to the bed, where Wilbur was sitting.
A smile found it's way on Wilbur's face as well. "Mhm", he huffed, reaching his arm out to brush him fingers against the boy's cheek. "I have to say the same." A faint blush found it's way to Tommy's face, making Wilbur grin at the sight. "You're so cute."
"Shut up", Tommy said with no real anger behind his voice and pressed his palms against Wilbur's chest to push him away. He was now sitting closer to the boy than before, sliding his hand around Tommy's waist and pulling him closer.
"I can shut you up if you want me to, don't worry", he said smugly. Tommy rolled his eyes, but his cheeks reddened even deeper and Wilbur could see that the idea clearly wasn't too offputting.
"You're fuckin' dumb", Tommy said. His eyes flickered up to meet Wilbur's. The man examined the gaze of his blue eyes with amusement, while Tommy's face became more and more flustered every moment.
Tommy's eyes were widening as he looked at Wilbur.
"Kiss me", the boy whispered.
He didn't have to ask twice. Wilbur gave him a soft smile before gently pressing their lips together. Tommy melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Will's neck while the man pressed their bodies closer together. He could tell that the boy didn't have much experience, but he didn't mind; he lead the way and Tommy followed blindly, trying to mimic the skillful way that Wilbur's mouth moved against his.
Wilbur felt a fuzzy feeling bubble in his stomach, and found himself smiling against Tommy's lips. When they parted, he let out an amused huff.
"Oh my god."
Wilbur laughed softly at the younger's words. "D'you like it?"
"Yeah." Tommy licked his upper lip quickly. "Yeah, I did." He moved a bit, since they were sitting pretty close together. "That was my first kiss, y'know."
"Damn", Wilbur grinned. "Well you hit the jackpot straight away."
Tommy rolled his eyes. "You're such a prick."
Wilbur smiled and was just about to lean in to kiss the younger again, when they heard a knock on the door. Both of their gazes locked to the door before Wilbur realized to stand up and open it.
It was Phil. The man smiled quickly and looked around Wilbur to see Tommy sitting on the bed. "Hey, mate. Are you two ready to go eat?"
"Oh, shit, yeah", Wilbur said. "I am, at least. Tommy?"
"Yeah, I'm good", the boy said and stood up. Wilbur examined his face and was relieved to see that he didn't look any different after the kiss they'd just shared. Phil probably wouldn't notice anything.
They went out the room, seeing that Kristin was standing in the hallway too. The four started walking downstairs, when Phil suddenly stopped, right before the doors that led to the dining room.
"Could I have a word with you, Tommy?" he asked. Wilbur's heart stopped for a second. "You two can go already", the man gave Wilbur a tense smile. The brunette exchange a glance with Tommy before going in trough the doors with Kristin. Oh fuck.
-
Tommy watched Wilbur close the door behind them before turning back to Phil. He already had a strong idea of what the man wanted to talk about, but he was going to let Phil speak first.
"I'm sorry, I just wanted to tell you", Phil said, taking a deep breath. "I think- Listen, something happened with Wilbur yesterday that I wanted you to know about-"
"Is this about his boner?" Tommy asked. Phil's expression changed as he paused, looking at Tommy in surprise. The boy shrugged. "He told me already. It's all good, I like him too. We kissed."
Phil stared at him for a long moment before realizing that he should get a word out. "You- right. Okay." The older glanced around them, looking kind of lost. "Uhm. Are you sure you're, uh.."
"Like, he didn't force anything on me, of course. He was like, super embarrassed until I told him that I really like him too, so, it's all cool", Tommy continued when the man didn't seem to know what to say. "I heard you two arguing yesterday. Honestly I don't think it was that big of a deal, even if he wouldn't like me, like, more than physically or whatever."
Phil had seemed to finally gather his thoughts, and now took a breath in before frowning. "Well- I suppose you're right. I was just tryna look out for you. "
"I know", Tommy shrugged. "It's fine."
"I'm glad it all worked out. I know you're not a kid, and I trust that you at least half know what you're doing", the man smiled at him, making Tommy chuckle. "I do want you to know", Phil began. "That if he ever does something to you- or anyone, for that matter, you can always tell me."
Tommy looked at the older with a frown on his face. "You know he wouldn't do that."
"I know. I've told this to him too. I've told it to all my friends."
"Oh."
"Yes. If anyone ever does something to you, or you just wanna talk, I'm always here, yeah? I'm sure Will's perfectly fine, and you're right, I was overreacting a bit yesterday." Phil raised his hand on Tommy's shoulder, tapping a bit when Tommy smiled up at him.
"Thanks, Phil."
"No worries. Let's get going, yeah?"
Tommy nodded and the two walked in to the dining room. Wilbur looked extremely nervous, and Kristin was sending serious glances towards him before the two walked in.
"False call, Kristin, apparently they're in love", Phil said when they were close enough to the pair. Wilbur's face dropped and he looked extremely relieved, with Kristin bursting out laughing next to him.
"I did not say that!" Tommy exclaimed, his cheeks burning red. The others laughed and Phil explained to the two what Tommy had told him. He apologized to Wilbur for their argument last night, but the man brushed it off, to relieved to really care anymore. Tommy was listening with only half an ear, still thinking about Phil's words.
He did like the sound of that. Being in love. Tommy gazed at the brunette, who was sending glances towards him when he thought Tommy wouldn't notice.
It seemed like Wilbur was thinking about the same thing.