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Tommy's head was throbbing as he rolled over in bed. He felt nauseous and he would have run to the bathroom if it weren't for the fact he was sure getting up would cause him to vomit immediately. How much did he drink last night? Tommy had gone out with their friends and let himself get absolutely smashed. He was honestly surprised that he was in his own bed.
Tommy reached out from his blankets and grabbed his phone. He squinted trying to read the text on the screen as he checked over everything. He had text messages from friends, ping notifications from Twitter and Instagram, but one text stood out to him.
Wilby <3
I love you
Call me in the morning
Tommy immediately hit the call button next to Wilbur's name and put it on speaker. His head hurt too much to put it any closer. It rang for a bit before it finally connected.
“Good morning, sunshine,” Wilbur’s beautiful voice said through the phone. Tommy felt his whole body relax at the sound of Wilbur’s voice.
“Morning.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Like shit. What happened?”
“You drank way too much and got drunk. And before you ask, don't worry, I didn't drink at all and I'm the one who took you home.”
“Thanks. Wilbur, how bad was I?”
Wilbur chuckled. “Not as bad as when you're high, but you came close.”
Tommy groaned and flopped back down in bed.
“Please tell me it's not on the Internet.”
“Sorry, love, but it is. Not my doing. Don't worry, nothing bad or career ending or any secrets that our fans don't know.”
“So…what is on there?”
Tommy opened Instagram to find the posts.
“Just you being incredibly homosexual.”
Charlie had posted photos of the night before. It was clear Tommy wasn't the only one who was drunk, thank God. There were photos of all of them at the bar, drinking, laughing, walking down the sidewalk. Tommy noticed that Wilbur was carrying him on his back in that photo while he had his head down against Wilbur’s shoulder.
He didn't even remember that.
“Oh God, he posted a video,” Tommy said. “Do I even wanna see it?”
“Up to you. I think you’re adorable in it and I’m glad Charlie caught it.”
It was taken from the bar, all of them still at the tables drinking and enjoying themselves. The main focus was Charlie, talking to the camera and making stupid jokes with Quackity. He’d turn the phone camera around every now and again when he would talk to another person in the friend group and, while it wasn’t the main focus, Tommy felt his heart drop when he saw him and Wilbur in the video.
At the table next to Charlie’s, Wilbur sat in a chair and Tommy was straddling him, peppering his face and neck with kisses, clearly intoxicated. Wilbur was smiling, eyes closed and face scrunched up like he was getting licked by a dog. The visual was so quick as Charlie moved the phone around, but it was clear. At one point, Charlie turned his attention to them.
“And are you having fun, Mr. Sober?” Charlie asked Wilbur. Wilbur moved Tommy back some, who whined in complaint, and laughed.
“Hey, someone had to have the brain cell,” Wilbur said.
“True that!” Quackity laughed off camera.
“Wiiiil,” Tommy whined, trying to kiss him again.
“Relax, sunshine,” Wilbur said. “I’m right here.”
As Charlie turned the camera away, Tommy caught himself saying, “But I want you, Wilbur” followed by Wilbur laughing lovingly. The video continued on, but Tommy didn’t need to see anymore. He had been loving up on Wilbur in public and being obviously horny. Wilbur had said the stuff that ended up online wouldn’t be career ending, but how the fuck could Tommy show his face after this?
He and Wilbur were very public about dating. That wasn’t the issue. Tommy was frankly just embarrassed with his behavior. He hated something so intimate being put on display like that. Tommy groaned and closed the app. He heard Wilbur chuckle.
“Please tell me that was the extent of it,” Tommy said.
“Of recorded things? Yes,” Wilbur said. “In public there were a few times you held onto my arm while we walked and once or twice you tried to grind on my leg, but no one saw you do it.”
“What about between us?”
“Nothing happened. I took you home and you did make a move on me multiple times, but I just got you to go to bed and you passed out almost as soon as you hit the bed. I have to admit though, you’re very seductive, baby. It was hard to say no, but I want my little boy clear headed so I can hear everything perfectly.”
Tommy knew he was blushing even if Wilbur couldn’t see it. Why the fuck was he choosing to flirt right now? Wilbur always did this kinda shit. He’d randomly flirt and turn up the charm when Tommy least expected it, just to enjoy the younger man’s reactions and Tommy fell for it every single time.
“You can fuck me when this headache goes away,” Tommy said.
He heard Wilbur laugh again. “I think you need time to rest, dear. Would you like me to come over? I could take care of you.”
“Wil, I’m a fully grown adult. A big man. I can take care of myself.”
“Yes, but wouldn’t you like to not have to think for a bit? Let yourself rest while I spoil you and wait on your every need?”
“Are you serious or are you being a dickhead?”
“Tommy, why would I not want to spoil you? You know I’m a romantic. I can’t help it, it’s just how I am. I’ve always been the type to dote on my partners. I’d say it's part of my love language, just as yours is physical touch.”
Tommy put a hand over his eyes while he listened. His head was pounding, his mouth was dry, and his stomach was growling despite also feeling like throwing up. The idea of doing all the self-care was just far too much effort. Tommy sighed. He wanted Wilbur here with him more than anything. He wanted to just sleep tangled up in his arms watching movies.
“Just get over here, okay? All I wanna do today is lay on top of you and listen to your stupid voice,” Tommy said trying to keep up the persona.
“Would you like me to cook for you too?”
“...Yes, or order out for me so I don’t have to do it.”
“Absolutely love. I’ll be right over.”
The phone call disconnected and Tommy shut his eyes. He couldn’t wait to melt into Wilbur’s arms and let himself get lost in his voice and smell. Right now, drowning in Wilbur was all he wanted to do while he felt sick. It sounded like paradise. He let his eyes shut as he laid on his bed, letting himself smile.
Wilbur wouldn’t mind if Tommy took a little nap while he waited for him.