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Everything had been moving in slow motion for Tommy, tiring him out beyond belief and leaving him a bored mess. For the most part his days went just like this, slow, steady and terrible. Before he could shut his locker for the final time that day it was slammed shut in front of his face. He turned to face the perpetrators, rolling his eyes at the excited way Ranboo, Tubbo and Fundy were bouncing on their heels.
"Hey lads" he mumbled, leaning back against the locker and crossing his arms. "What's up?" He asked, eyeing Fundy up. The boy was never so excited, but now his grin practically split his face in half.
"My mum had to go help my grandma and she's gonna be gone for 3 days" he explained. Tommy smiled, knowing where this was going. Whenever his mum left for an elongated period they would all crash at his place and stay up, watching shit movies and eating junk food.
"Sick. Are we all staying over?" He asked, ready to text his parents so he could go off with the others. Fundy grinned impossibly wider.
"Not this time, Wilbur is throwing a party" he explained, making the blond raise a brow. Wilbur was Fundy's older cousin who had been staying with them for about 2 months now. He didn't make Tommy uncomfortable, but there was definitely something about being around him that did. He was always on edge, goosebumps littering his arms when the older teen approached. Stomach twisting whenever they spoke. "And its gonna be fucking mental because he's inviting all the other year 13s" he added.
Tommy did feel slightly excited at that. He himself was a humble year 11, in any other circumstance there was no way he'd be able to attend a year 13 party.
"Yup" Fundy hummed. "And he said I could invite you guys. So text your folks and get the Hell in Boos car" he instructed, almost shouting as he dragged the blond by the forearm. Tommy let himself go with them, using his free hand to send a quick text to his father and explain that he was staying at Fundy's place.
The drive was pretty short, and by the time they got there Tommy was absolutely amazed to see the place already packed. He figured they would at least need time to set up, or that these kinds of things only started after dark. But this was something loud and raging and incredible. The smell of booze and pot overwhelmed the group as soon as they opened the door, stepping into the bright room where the obnoxiously loud music bounced from wall to wall.
"And immediately I am overwhelmed" Tubbo joked, reaching out to hold onto Ranboos wrist and they made their way through the main crowd. When they arrived in the kitchen they glanced around. It was nothing like the year 10 parties they had gone to the year prior. No soda bottles and chip bags lining the counters, instead replaced by booze, liquor and edibles.
Fundy seemed extremely pleased with that, grabbing for a bag of clearly sour patch kid themed edibles. Tommy watched, curiously taking a can of beer and cracking it open. Upon first sip he knew he hated it and immediately handed it over to Tubbo who took his own experimental sip before passing it to Ranboo. Ranboo skipped his sip and poured it into the sink, nose crinkling with disgust at the smell of it.
"You guys are total wusses," Fundy teased, popping an enhanced candy into his mouth. As soon as he began chewing his face screwed up in distaste, but he powered through it and swallowed. "Want one?" He offered, shaking the bag at his friends. Tubbo shrugged, taking one and Ranboo along with Tommy respectfully declined. Tommy wasn't so sure he wanted to miss his first real party because he was high and fell asleep or something.
Before anything else could be said by the four someone was grabbing Fundy by the shoulder. The group looked up, seeing none other than the host of the party smiling down at them. Tommy felt that stomach flip that was unavoidable in his presence.
"Come to the living room dorks. We're gonna play games" he insisted. They all shrugged, following him out to where a large circle of teenagers had formed, most of them chatting until Wilbur and a few more older teens all sat. Tommy was the first to plop down in a free space, a few people away from Wilbur. Tubbo was to his right, Ranboo to his left and Fundy to Wilbur's left.
"Ok, spin the bottle or 7 minutes in heaven?" A girl he didn't recognize was quick to suggest a few rounds of each, starting with spin the bottle. Small murmurs of agreement followed the suggestion and before Tommy knew it a taller teen was crawling forward and spinning the beer bottle they had on hand. It twirled for a few seconds before coming to a stop on a random girl to his left. She shrugged and crawled to the middle, giving him a short kiss before pulling back and letting him retreat. Then she grabbed the bottle and spun, landing on a year 12 Tommy vaguely recognized. He met her in the middle, kissing her before they both broke out in laughter.
"Get out of here Aimsey" the year 12 laughed, shooing the girl who stood and walked back to her seat, clearly annoyed with all the crawling. The boy began eyeing the options of the circle, taking a bit too long. Someone who he had been sitting with yelled at him to hurry, letting Tommy know his name. Billzo. It was probably good to learn his name, seeing at when he spun the bottle it came to a cryptic stop while pointing Tommys way. Tommy swallowed an uncomfortable lump in his throat, getting on his knees and making his way forward.
Billzo was pretty, he admitted to himself. The boy had soft features, luscious lips, a beautiful splash of freckles, nice eyes with nice lashes. He was ok with this outcome, he decided. Billzo was the first to lean in, but Tommy met him halfway, a bit intoxicated by how soft the kiss felt. He could see why people loved these types of games. The kiss may have lasted a few seconds longer than these games called for, but neither seemed to mind as they pulled back.
Billzo's eyes were half lidded and he offered Tommy a lopsided smile that was just as pretty as he was. Tommy blushed, watching as he crawled back to his seat, mumbling something about how the kiss was fucking sweet. Tubbo and Ranboo looked excited for him but when he turned to Fundy's reaction all he could notice was Wilbur's grimace. He just decided to focus on spinning the bottle.
And it was a lot harder to focus on anything at all when the bottle pointed directly at Wilbur, who seemed surprised but not upset by it. Tommy watched with wide eyes and a twisted gut as the older teen came forward, stopping in front of him with a soft smile. This feeling inside him was different than with Billzo. He didn't have to analyze Wilbur because he wasn't oblivious enough to not know he found the other boy beautiful. And this feeling had to be one of excitement.
He was the first to lean in, tilting his head slightly to the side as he connected their lips. It was a lot different than his first kiss. Sweet but a bit electric, a lot hotter. He pulled back almost immediately, an overwhelming burn in his chest at the feeling. Wilbur looked a little upset over that but he tried laughing it off.
"Really picking favorites there Tommy" he joked, casual but a bit on edge. Tommy felt bad, quickly scurrying back between Tubbo and Ranboo and not looking up from his lap as he heard the scrape of the bottle spinning again. The next few rounds went by painlessly, though one pair did try to make out in the circle. It was quickly shut down and announced that the next game would begin since people didn't want to behave.
Just like before the rounds were pretty easy going but just a bit slower due to the 7 minute part. The most intriguing part was Billzo winking at him when the first spin of a round landed on him. Unfortunately for him the second spin landed on some other guy. After their 7 minutes another spin was given, this time landing on Wilbur. Wilbur watched with curious eyes as the second spin came to a grinding halt on Tommy. What were the odds?
Wilbur looked at him with a small grin, standing and offering a hand to help him up. He accepted it, getting to his feet and giving his phone to Tubbo for safe keeping. Wilbur had already handed his off to Fundy and hand in hand the entered the tight dark space of the families storage closet. It was a bit confined but wasn't that the point?
They both stood in silence for a moment before Tommy scooched slightly closer. Wilbur looked at him and they watched each other.
"We don't have to make out" Wilbur spoke up, knowing that that was expected and hoping Tommy didn't feel pressured. Tommy tilted his head and chuckled, bringing his hand to his mouth to cover it.
"I don't not want to," he admitted. Wilbur raised a brow.
"I mean. You pulled away pretty quick last time" he pointed out. He was 100% sure he wouldn't have been so offended if Tommy's kiss with Billzo hadn't lasted so long. "Not that it's a big deal" he quickly tacked on. Tommy got even closer.
"But I liked it, so if you did too.. I'm just saying we could" he explained. Wilbur laughed at that.
"You know I only let Fundy come to this party so he'd invite you" he revealed, making Tommy blink in surprise. He'd find it sweet if he wasn't so focused on how Wilbur still looked so good in the dim lighting.
"Theeen maybe kiss me" Tommy suggested, deciding if it was all out there he may as well go for it. Wilbur couldn't help but playfully roll his eyes at the suggestion, giving a small smirk. He wasn't one to deny things, so he leaned down, catching Tommys lips. It was that same electrical feeling, and this time around Tommy couldn't bring himself to pull back. He leaned into it, one hand coming up to grasp at Wilbur's hair. He could feel the other teen smile against his lips, his own hands coming to grab at the blonds hips.
Things were hot and heavy and Tommy just tried not to lose himself to it for fear of the closet being flung up at any moment. But who could resist a feeling like this? Wilburs touch melted him as his fingers slipped up the younger boy's shirt, brushing his abdomen and caressing whatever skin was available. He let out an annoyed sigh when Wilbur pulled back, but a pleased hum followed once the brunette laid a kiss in the crook of his neck.
"Lets ditch this fucking party" he whispered against the skin. Tommy snorted, still pulling at the brunette curls between his fingers.
"It's your party" he pointed out, though he had to admit how fun ditching it was starting to sound. Besides, the people could handle themselves and Fundy would probably keep shit from being destroyed. So after another second of thought he changed his stance. "We get one hour. Lets go" he encouraged, grabbing Wilbur's hand and opening the closet door. Everyone stared at them but they just pushed through, Wilbur flipping them all off as they raced up the stairs to continue what they had started in that dark, crowded closet.