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“No, no, no. This isn’t working. This outfit doesn’t work. Nothing is working. I look like shit I can’t-“
“Baby you look gorgeous, as always. Stop overthinking it.”
It was ironic that Wilhelm, known for his tendency to overthink everything, was the one telling Simon not to overthink. The situation felt hypocritical.
“You’re going to say that regardless,” Simon retorted.
“And it doesn’t make it any less true,” Wilhelm replied with a grunt, burying his head in the back of Simon’s neck and planting a kiss there.
“I need to look my best if I’m going to get this job. I need to look… presentable,” Simon insisted.
Oh, he looked presentable alright.
“Mmm, you look pretty fine to me,” Wilhelm murmured into Simon’s neck.
“Wille,” Simon sighed as Wilhelm continued to plant kisses along his neck. “Wille, we don’t have time for this.”
“Sure we do,” Wilhelm said confidently. Seeing Simon in a suit and tie was undeniably doing something to him. “You look so good, babe. Might just keep you to myself tonight.”
Simon chuckled, a mix of exasperation and affection. “The interview is in two hours, and I am nowhere near ready.”
“Nonsense,” Wilhelm dismissed with a mischievous grin, “that’s at least three rounds.”
Simon gasped and playfully smacked Wilhelm's hand away. Despite the teasing, there was a sense of urgency and affection underlying their interaction.
Feeling a sudden, overwhelming urge to make his boyfriend happy, Wilhelm tightened his grip around Simon’s waist and practically spun him around, hoping he wasn’t causing any whiplash. Simon let out a surprised noise and instinctively wrapped his arms around Wilhelm’s neck. God, Wilhelm thought, he was so in love with this boy.
“You are insufferable,” Simon said with mock annoyance. “Always horny at the worst times.”
“Can you really blame me?” Wilhelm responded, his voice husky with desire. He looked into Simon's eyes, filled with a mix of frustration and love.
They stood there for a moment, caught between the tension of the impending interview and their undeniable attraction to each other. Wilhelm’s hands were still firmly on Simon’s waist, his touch both comforting
“Just let me show you how breathtaking you really are.” Wilhelm huskily whispered into Simon’s ear and he felt the goosebumps rising on Simon’s skin.
Wilhelm surged forward, crashing his lips against Simon’s. Simon let out yet another beautiful sound as he kissed back just as eagerly. Something about the lack of time and the circumstance they were in only egged Wilhelm on more, made it all the more exciting. They were both renowned for being unable to control their hormones at the worst possible timings but Simon really shouldn’t have worn a suit in front of him.
Wilhelm’s hands travelled downwards towards Simon’s belt that was already half buckled considering he wasn’t even fully dressed yet, making it more easier to unbuckle, their lips never parting.
They both kissed like they were touch starved, craving it all but not enough. It wasn’t doing Wilhelm’s mind any good at all.
“So pretty. So beautiful.” Wilhelm mumbled between the passionate kissing, not even latching off for a breath of fresh air. Simon was his oxygen right now and he wasn’t complaining.
“Wille.” Simon moaned as Wilhelm hastily threw the belt to the floor, discarding it as quickly as Simon managed to get it on.
Simon’s hands travelled to Wilhelm’s hair, pulling it in a way that made Wilhelm want to go feral. He was so insanely turned on right now that literally nothing would be able to stop him from what he was going to do.
Wilhelm grabbed Simon back by the waist and pushed him up against the nearest wall, to keep him upright albeit.
As Wilhelm dropped to his knees, Simon’s hands made their way Wilhelm’s hair and his head flung back in a sequence of moans and gasps.
Wilhelm sat on the couch, popcorn in hand, and his eyes glued to the television, waiting anxiously for Simon to return home.
The anticipation was nerve-wracking. Over the past month or so, Wilhelm had spent countless hours listening to Simon talk about how much he wanted this job and how it would bring a significant change to his life.
Simon had always been deeply passionate about music and singing, so becoming a music teacher seemed like the perfect job for him. Wilhelm’s heart swelled with joy whenever he heard his boyfriend excitedly discussing the job opportunities. It was incredibly adorable to see Simon so enthused.
Wilhelm could never forget the times when Simon would sing to him when they were at Hillerska. Those moments were so precious that Wilhelm even joined the choir, just to hear Simon sing more and to spend more time with him, which was just as important. However, life took a drastic turn the very next day. He lost Simon, his parents, and himself, and most crushingly, he lost his motivation to remain the crown prince. Abdicating was the best decision he had made. Despite everything that Simon and he had been through— the battles they had fought just to be together— they could now be happy, together, and in love, with nothing standing in their way.
Wilhelm thought back to those challenging days at Hillerska. He remembered Simon’s voice as a beacon of hope and joy amidst the turmoil. Even when their relationship faced immense pressure from the outside world, Simon's singing had always been a source of comfort and strength for him. The memory of sneaking away from royal duties just to catch a glimpse of Simon at choir practice was still vivid in his mind.
Now, sitting on the couch, Wilhelm felt a profound sense of peace. He was no longer bound by the expectations of royalty. He had chosen a path where love and personal happiness took precedence over duty and tradition.
As if orchestrated by some unseen force, the door swung open with a creak, and in strolled Simon, spring in his step. Yet, appearances could be deceiving. With a casual flick, he rid himself of his blazer and messenger bag, sending them carelessly in the direction of the door. His tie, once neatly fastened, now hung loose, and the top button of his shirt was unceremoniously undone. Wilhelm, enraptured by the sight, felt a twinge of envy at Simon's effortless charm, though any coherent thought was quickly swept away by the sheer distraction of it all.
Silence enveloped the room as Wilhelm observed Simon's approach, his heart aflutter with anticipation. Simon, without a word, leaned in to press a tender kiss upon Wilhelm's forehead before flopping down beside him. With an air of nonchalance, Simon tilted his head back, directing his gaze towards the ceiling. Meanwhile, Wilhelm's eyes bore into him, a silent plea for some semblance of explanation or acknowledgment.
But that was Simon for you. A master of entrances, he had a way of commanding attention, whether being the bearer of good news or bad news. And therein lay Wilhelm's dilemma— deciphering which guise Simon wore in this particular moment, whether it was good or bad. He never knew.
Eventually, Simon's gaze shifted to meet Wilhelm's, his head still reclined against the back of the couch.
In response to Simon's silent demeanor, Wilhelm gestured as if to inquire, "Are you going to tell me what happened?" Yet, Simon remained tight-lipped, his eyes fixed on Wilhelm's, holding his gaze until Wilhelm couldn't bear the silence any longer.
"Well then? What happened?" Wilhelm finally vocalized his query, breaking the tension that hung heavy in the air.
With a click of his tongue, Simon sat up, offering a nonchalant shrug. "It is what it is, you know," he replied, his tone betraying a hint of resignation.
Wilhelm felt a pang of sympathy wash over him. Simon didn't get the job. He had been brimming with excitement and readiness, only to be met with disappointment, and Wilhelm's heart ached for him.
"Oh, darling, I'm so sorry," Wilhelm murmured, reaching out to pull Simon into an embrace. "They didn't deserve you anyway. You're too good for them, and if they can't see how amazing and passionate you are, it's entirely their loss."
As Wilhelm held him close, he heard Simon's soft giggles reverberating against his shoulder. Peering back to meet Simon's gaze, Wilhelm couldn't help but inquire, "What?" The sound of Simon's laughter was like sweet music to his ears, though confusion quickly eclipsed any other emotion.
"You're such a sap," Simon teased.
"No, Simon, I just... I wanted this to work out for you so much. You've been buzzing about it for months," Wilhelm replied earnestly, his concern evident in his voice.
Simon's eyebrows raised, and Wilhelm felt a surge of frustration. He was on the brink of hurling the nearest object at Simon, but all he encountered was confusion. Simon didn't seem phased in the slightest.
"Who said it didn't?" Simon questioned, still fixing Wilhelm with a steady gaze, which only intensified Wilhelm's agitation.
"What do you mean?" Wilhelm asked, his confusion mounting.
Without another word, Simon rose from the couch and made his way to the kitchen. Wilhelm watched, bewildered, as Simon retrieved a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water.
"Simon, I-" Wilhelm began, but Simon interrupted him.
"Well, I got the job," Simon announced casually.
He what now? Wilhelm's mind struggled to process the revelation.
"You got the job?" Wilhelm repeated, his voice tinged with disbelief.
"I got the fucking job, baby," Simon confirmed with a grin.
In an instant, Wilhelm leapt to his feet and dashed towards Simon, who was leaning against the kitchen counter. The popcorn that had once filled a bowl now littered the floor, but that was a problem for later.
As Wilhelm lifted Simon off the ground and spun him around in elation, Simon struggled to maintain his balance and prevent his beverage from spilling.
"Whoa there," Simon chuckled, his eyes sparkling with joy.
"I'm so proud of you," Wilhelm declared, his heart bursting with pride and happiness.
"Thank you," Simon replied gratefully.
"No, like I'm super fucking proud of you. I knew you could do it," Wilhelm insisted, his voice brimming with admiration.
He gently placed Simon back onto the floor but kept his arms wrapped around his waist, burying his head into Simon's shoulder. Sensing the need for a moment of closeness, Simon set his drink aside, a wise decision given the circumstances.
"So when do you start?" Wilhelm muffled his words into the fabric of Simon's clothing.
"Next week," Simon replied, his tone carrying a mix of excitement and anticipation.
Next week. It was happening so quickly. Wilhelm couldn't help but marvel at Simon's accomplishment. He must have truly shone among the other candidates.
"I can't explain how happy I am for you," Wilhelm murmured sincerely.
Of course, this new job meant that Simon would be spending more time away from home. Both Wilhelm and Simon currently held night jobs, which allowed them to spend their days together before heading off to work in the evening. It was a tiring routine, but it worked for them. Now, with Simon transitioning to a day job, Wilhelm hoped it wouldn't be every day. But ultimately, seeing Simon happy and fulfilled in his new role was all that mattered.
"Can we go to bed?" Simon asked, breaking Wilhelm's train of thought.
"Abso-bloody-lutely," Wilhelm replied with enthusiasm, scooping Simon up in his arms and carrying him bridal style to the bedroom.
As he laid Simon down on the bed, Wilhelm silently thanked whatever higher power existed that he wasn't working tonight. He was determined to make this night special for Simon, to show him just how proud he was. His love for Simon seemed to deepen with each passing day, defying any preconceived limits he may have once believed existed. Simon managed to make him fall in love more and more each day.