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A university house party......yeah.....
Simon sips from his red solo cup slowly. Hoping no one notices that he's just drinking apple juice, while the rest of the way too crowded room drink their mix jungle juice as if it's the end of the world.
His caulated eyes scan the tops of bobbing heads for no one in particular. Ayub nudges his arm with his elbow almost knocking his drink onto his shirt.
Simon goes to scold his friend in irration then promptly shuts his jaw when he sees who he wants him to look at.
"Dude, he's been staring at you."
"Who the crown loser?"
Simon knows his expression is of pure disgust when he meets the amber boys eyes across the poorly lit livingroom. Colorful lights dancing around his head like a symbolic crown.
'Ugh why is he looking at me-'
Wille's lips smile charmingly and he nods his head towards him with a lift of his cup.
"Oh shit! You think he knows about my apple juice?" Simon panics and Rosh groans to the otherside of him. "You are so dumb."
Ayub is also not having it, "he clearly wants to ya know....?"
Simon shakes his head, "no he does not. Wilhelm, is straight as they come...." Simon drags his eyes back to Wille's and the prince licks his fucking lips at him.
"Bro..." Ayub starts and Rosh shakes her head, "I'm going to find a girl to grind with."
Simon is left with Ayub and he suddenly smiles.
"Nej."
"What I haven't said anything yet?"
"Nej!"
"Oh come on."
"Nejnejnejnejnejnejnejnejnejnejnej."
"I dare you to sleep with crown prince Wilhelm."
"Are you out of your goddamn mind!?"
Ayub whips his head to where Wille is starting to come their way, him parting the sea of people as he moves.
"Well good luck!" Ayub bolts and Simon pinches his brows together. "What do you mean good luck-"
"Hello."
He jumped and might've splashed his entire drink straight onto Wille's blue shirt.
"Oh." Wille says in a bit of shock and Simon has an internal meltdown. They stand there, frozen in place, until Wille touches his soaked stomach and smell the wetness.
"Is this-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
He doesn't get a chance to reveal his findings before he's being dragged roughly down a hallway.
"My room is to the left." Wille chokes in Simon's grip and they whiplash into the room. The door slams and Wille coughs when he is finally released.
"Damn you got a grip." He massages his throat and Simon huffs. "Ya know....if you wanted to get me alone, this wasn't the way to do it."
"Uh...you split your apple-"
"SHUT UP ABOUT THE DAMN JUICE!" Simon orders with an aggressive hush then covers his face in embarrassment.
"Simon." Wille starts with his name and he breaks his neck to look at him. Wille lifts his own cup, "I'm drinking orange juice."
"First of all.... how do you know my name? Second...orange juice????? A table of every kind of mixer and you pick orange juice???"
"I'm allergic to apple juice."
"No you're not."
"No I'm not."
They stare at each other for a beat and then burst in to a fit dumb giggles.
"Okay. Okay. So how do you know my name?"
Wille shrugs and sips his orange juice, "you are the soloist in the churches choir and your good, who wouldn't know your name. Plus...." he looks to the floor shyly, "your pretty so... ya know....I might've been wanting to ask you out."
Simon lifts an eyebrow, "and you've been what, too chicken to?"
Wille blushes and nods silently, staring at him through his lashes. Smoothly, Simon comes to stabd right in front of Wilhelm. He tugs at the bottom of Wille's shirt and helps him take it off. Wille goes to kiss him when the wet garment hits the floor and Simon bates him to. Simon gives a toothy grin and places a finger on top of Wille's lips.
"If you want me. Why not take me on that date, first."
Wille smiles against Simon's tan finger and kisses it with half lid eyes.
"Tease."
"Loser."
Simon goes to retreat but Wille holds him their by the edge of his purple hoodie.
"Let me wear this as payment for spilling your apple juice on my favorite shirt."
"No way. It's cold as hell outside." Simon protests and Wille leans into his orbit more.
"I'll give you one of my sweaters in exchange. We'll trade back on our date."
"What if I don't want to?"
"I'll give you another one and another until you have every single one of my sweaters."
Simon liked that idea, he bit his bottom lip and hooked his fingers in Wille's belt loops. Wille leans to whisper into Simon's sensitive ear.
"I been wondering what you'd look like in and out of my clothes."
The latino rolls his eyes and pushes Wille back.
"You're full of it." He remarks and Wille holds Simon's hand to his chest, keeping it right at his heart. "Full only of you."
His words tender, gentle, and true. So warm-hearted, Simon's legs turned into jelly. Wilhelm starts massaging the tan fingers under his hand and splayed over his beating heart.
"I've wanted you....for an embarrassing long time. Not just for a one night stand, for as long as you'd have me. Every Sunday I'd sit in the pew and when we're supposed to pray the decided prayer, I wished only to have you. I'd watch you, listen to you, dream of you....."
Wille confesses and finally lets go of Simon.
"I'm sorry. I sound like some sort of weird stalker...."
"Nej." Simon interrupts him immediately with the shake of his curls. His heart beating like mad. He's never felt so loved. So honored or desired. He never thought anyone would see or want him like Wille does. "Its nice. I'm extremely flattered."
"You sure?"
Without thinking Simon takes off his hoodie and presents it to Wille.
"Yes. Now put this on."
Hesitantly Wilhelm takes the purple hoodie on and instantly gets a whiff of coconut at the collar. He loves it.
Adjusting he rushes to his dresser and takes the red sweater off the top.
"I wore it today for class."
"I know." Simon acknowledges and smiles up at him. "Its clean but I thought you'd want it to smell like me- Like in a good way!"
"Wille, I know."
He takes the red sweater and puts it on. Simon shakes his curls and goes back to staring up at Wille.
Wille drinks in the sight if Simon finally in his clothes and can't help but pull Simon into a hug. Simon instinctively wraps his arms around him. Taking in his warmth and how comfortable he feels in Wille's embrace. How he smells of fancy cologne, just like red sweater.
"You're really cute, you know that?"
"I do."
They stand there hugging for a moment before pulling apart.
"A date?" Wille asks and Simon nods, "tomorrow after church?"
"Perfect."