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Wilbur couldn't seem to help himself or his wandering eyes. They never strayed too far, but every once in a while they would find themselves sternly set on Tommy. His eyes, his hair, his hands and most recently his lips. This wasn't the first time the brunette had noticed the other man's lips, as they were quite an obvious and attractive feature. They looked soft, they were a very pretty shade of pink and the way they stretched and pulled into the most dazzling smile Wilbur had ever seen was just impressive.
Today was one of those days where he found himself absolutely taken with Tommy's lips, and he just couldn't seem to pull his eyes away as the blond brought a bottle of coke to his mouth and took a small sip. Fine, that was fine and he could handle that. And then Tommy's tongue, a much less appreciated part of him, darted out and gathered a small droplet that had dripped down his lower lip. And Wilbur was a fucking goner.
"You ok king?" Tommy asked, not thinking too deeply about the elders' hard, fixed stare. He told himself quite easily that it wasn't directed at him, the man just had a habit of zoning out and staring in whatever direction he was currently looking. If he told himself that look wasn't reserved for him he could keep himself from any flustered feelings that attempted to arise.
"Fine" Wilbur breathed out, voice uncharacteristically shakey as he glanced down at his own lap. Tommy raised a curious brow but he knew better than to poke or prod the mannas all it did was force him to shut off farther. "Do you need another?" He asked after a moment of silence. Before Tommy could question it he noticed Wilbur's new line of vision, staring directly at his coke that was about 3 sips away from finished.
"If you're getting up" he shrugged, taking another quick chug and completely finishing off the drink. Wilbur watched, feeling a stupid panic in his chest at the way Tommy's Adams apple bobbed and sound of his lips pulling off the bottle. It was such a soft sound, a delicate little pop that sent shivers down Wilbur's spine and made him do a double take. He immediately decided that if he was getting up meant he was getting up and running to the kitchen that instant. Well, less of a run and more of a not so concerning speed walk to his fridge where he gave himself a bit too long to calm down.
Sticking your face in a fridge was a surprisingly good way to make everything seem easier, he had found. He gave himself a little over 2 minutes before grabbing another bottle of coke for Tommy and sighing, backing up to close the fridge. Really there was no way he could have prepared for the jump scare his absolute gremlin of a best friend had in store, looming directly behind him and waiting for him to turn around. His heart practically jumped into his throat as he backed himself against the fridge, eyes wide and gazing down at the shorter man.
"You're being weird" the blonde stated easily, glancing up into Wilbur's eyes with far less emotional hang ups. Wilbur only glared at the accusation. Not a rude glare, or even a disapproving glare. Just a truly uncomfortable, I don't like where this is heading, type of look. He took an uneasy breath, eyes going right back to Tommy's lips.
"I'm not" he weakly defended, extending his hand and offering the man his drink. Tommy backed up ever so slightly, accepting the beverage and keeping his suspicious gaze directly on Wilbur. He opened the bottle, the eerily quiet room flooded with the gentle, carbonated hiss that they were all too familiar with. Wilbur couldn't keep his mind under control.
"You drink so much fucking coke" he pointed out, unsure why that was what came out of his mouth. Tommy seemed confused at the statement and of course he couldn't protest it. His blood was practically soda already.
"Yea, and?" He pushed, trying to figure out why the Hell Wilbur cared.
"Can I kiss you?" Tommy just watched him, wide eyed and red cheeked as he tried to process the words. Before he could answer Wilbur grabbed his upper arm, staring at his coke bottle and not his face. "Not in a gay way, I ju-just kinda wanna know if you taste like coke" he explained, knowing it was complete bullshit. Tommy gulped, and gave a slow nod.
"Go for it king" he decided, giving a slightly nervous smile. Wilbur felt a little guilty that Tommy looked so unsure, so he backed up a bit, trying to get out of his space.
"We don't have to" he assured. Tommy raised a brow, scanning the older man's features curiously. After a moment he sighed and grabbed Wilbur's shoulder, pushing himself up a bit to connect their lips. It was a satisfying feeling he would admit, and when the brunette actually began kissing back it may have sent a small flutter through his heart.
Wilbur was in heaven, but when he finally came to his senses and ran his tongue over the blonds lower lip, his heaven got brighter. Those pretty pink lips parted just for him, and he happily went further. When he eventually pulled back Tommy seemed just as blissed out and dazed as he felt, and that had to count for something. He offered a small smile, earning him one back.
"Soo… do I taste like coke?" Tommy asked, voice gentle as he backed up just enough to give Wilbur room to breathe. Wilbur only stared at him, trying to think of how he should answer that question. It was surprisingly hard to lie when you're kissed well enough to give brain damage. Tommy's mind caught up with him after a few seconds of silence.
"You.. you can't taste Will" he pointed out, and Wilbur only offered a guilty nod of agreement. "So that was a gay way?" he added, voice getting louder as he crossed his arms over his chest. Wilbur hummed, nodding once more. He didn't expect so many feelings to be revealed with one little kiss and yet here they were, pouring out of his heart and into the world around. Solidifying them in reality, as something that couldn't be ignored. And Tommy didn't want to Ignore them.
"..Kiss me again" Wilbur was pretty shocked by the demand, and he felt like his body was no longer capable of functioning. "Are you deaf? Kiss me again, in the gay way , and let me fucking enjoy it" Tommy continued, grabbing Wilbur's hand and holding it tight. Wilbur obliged.
Tommy's lips still looked and felt like heaven, but the knowledge that this kiss was based entirely off of their own mutual attraction and not some petty white lie was its own bliss that Wilbur just couldn't deny. It gave him so much more time to think about it, how well they fit together and how perfectly Tommy's nimble fingers danced into his hair. By the time he found himself pulling away he couldn't think of a single thing to make it better, but Tommy had always been good at inspiring him. Because the only thing better was Tommy, grabbing handfuls of his shirt, yanking him impossibly closer and whispering against his lips.
"Should have been honest with me Wilby, because this is so much better"
He wholeheartedly agreed.