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Wilhelm was drunk out of his mind as he sat in a booth with his other friends, watching the lights pulse on the dance floor, the bass pumping through his body.
“Want another shot?” one of his friends yelled, offering the small glass to him but Wilhelm shook his head, feeling unbalanced just by the slight movement.
He needed water, but he didn’t feel confident that he could make it to the bar without tripping and face-planting, and even this intoxicated, he didn’t want a picture of that making the rounds on social media. So, he leaned over to Sabrina and shouted, “Can you get me some water, please?”
Sabrina appraised him before nodding. “Sure, I’ll be back. Try not to pass out before then!”
Wilhelm couldn’t make any promises.
She disappeared into the crowd, leaving Wilhelm alone with a boy whose name he couldn’t remember, but who was extremely attractive. Wilhelm leaned back against the booth, wishing the room would stop spinning as he closed his eyes.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Wilhelm blinked several times until his vision focused on the boy in front of him who had a concerned expression on his face. Glitter reflected off his tan, slender arms, and the heart choker that adorned his throat sparkled when the strobe lights hit it.
“I’ll be fine,” Wilhelm replied, waving him off. “Just drank more than usual.”
“Whatever you say,” the other boy shrugged, his eyes lined with black blinking away, and Wilhelm’s eyes traced his body, a sudden desire to kiss this stranger overtaking him.
Odd.
Wilhelm wasn’t gay.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Or that he hadn’t gotten off in a few days. Whatever it was, Wilhelm couldn’t shake the mental image of kissing this boy.
“What’s your name again?” Wilhelm asked as his words slurred.
“Simon,” the other boy yelled back.
“I haven’t seen you here before,” Wilhelm noticed, unconsciously leaning closer and catching a whiff of cologne.
“I’m just here visiting some friends,” Simon replied, before gesturing to the dance floor. “But they abandoned me.”
“Well, their loss is my gain,” Wilhelm grinned, his eyes trained on Simon’s lips, noticing that he was wearing lip gloss, or maybe it was lipstick - regardless, it was mesmerizing to look at. “Where do you go to school?”
“Hillerska,” Simon said, resting his head on his fist.
“My brother goes to Hillerska,” Wilhelm shouted, surprised. “His name’s Erik.”
“Yeah, I know who the Crown Prince is,” Simon laughed, rolling his eyes.
“So, you know who I am then,” Wilhelm's chest puffed up.
“I do,” Simon agreed, though he added somewhat dismissively, “And I know you’re not gay, so I’m not sure why you’re getting so close and looking at me like that.”
“Who says I’m not gay?” Wilhelm said without thinking.
Interested, Simon raised his eyebrows. “Are you?”
“Are you?” Wilhelm countered, unwilling to label himself yet, but feeling suspiciously less straight every moment he spent with this boy.
“Might be,” Simon took a sip of his drink, but it didn’t fully hide the sly smile.
“Can I kiss you?” Wilhelm asked, immediately realizing that he was being too forward, and he braced himself for the rejection. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“You can kiss me,” Simon interrupted, placing the drink on the table.
“Oh,” Wilhelm replied stupidly.
“Unless you’re scared to find out that you might actually be gay,” Simon ran a hand through the gorgeous brown curls on his head, and Wilhelm desperately wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked.
“I’m not scared,” Wilhelm huffed, crossing his arms defensively.
“Prove it then,” Simon challenged, bracing one hand against the cushion of the booth so that they were only inches away, and Wilmon felt Simon’s breath against his lips.
“Wille, I have your water – oh, fuck, sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Sabrina cackled, setting the water down in front of him as they both jumped apart.
Wilhelm forced a smile on his face, even though he was screaming curses in his head. “Thanks, Sabrina.”
Sabrina didn’t leave, and Wilhelm shot her a look, which she ignored, folding her arms.
“Drink your water,” she chastised, and Wilhelm rolled his eyes before chugging it. Sabrina tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Thank you,” she trilled, “and have fun with whatshisname.”
She flounced away before Wilhelm could reply.
Wilhelm turned back to face Simon, whose head was tilted, watching him closely.
“So?” Simon said finally.
“So,” Wilhelm replied, suddenly nervous, his previous bravado having faded after Sabrina interrupted.
“Are you going to kiss me or not?”
Wilhelm flushed a violent red. “I mean, I don’t want to just jump you.”
“Why not?” Simon rested his arms on the back of the booth and Wilhelm couldn’t stop staring as the muscles of his biceps flexed. “What if I want to be jumped by royalty?”
“It’s not – I don’t know,” Wilhelm stammered, his face flushing as he lowered his eyes to the table.
“Do you need me to kiss you first?” Simon questioned, his eyes looking Wilhelm up and down. “Or…is this your first time kissing someone, little Prince?”
Humiliated by the nickname and Simon’s implications, Wilhelm scoffed, meeting his gaze. “It’s far from the first time.”
“So, then do it,” Simon said, smirking at him, and Wilhelm felt want surge through his chest as the song changed, pumping adrenaline through the rest of his body. "Kiss me, Wilhelm."
Hearing his name used so informally by this stunning boy caused shivers down Wilhelm's spine, and before Wilhelm could overthink it more than he already had, he closed the distance between them, pressing his lips against Simons’ and-
Oh.
Oh.
Simon’s noise of surprise only encouraged Wilhelm, who licked at Simon’s lips until they parted. Dimly, Wilhelm realized his lip gloss was cherry flavored, which mixed surprisingly pleasantly with the grenadine of whatever drink Simon had had earlier. Wilhelm's blood sang through his veins, every touch electric and addicting, and Wilhelm realized then he might be a bit more queer than he'd previously thought.
“You don’t seem straight,” Simon said, his voice unsteady as he came up for air, looking dazed, which Wilhelm reveled in.
“I don’t think I am,” Wilhelm agreed breathlessly, pulling him back down for another kiss, finally getting to tangle his hands in Simon’s curls. Dimly, he was happy that they were just as soft as he had hoped, and his thumbs fingered the drop pearl earrings Simon wore, and then his breath left his body as Simon climbed into his lap.
Oh, fuck.
Wilhelm’s head was spinning, and this time he didn’t think it was from the alcohol alone. Simon’s hips moved, grinding against Wilhelm's lap, and Wilhelm moaned into Simon’s mouth, his hands wandering lower. His thumbs brushed the exposed skin underneath Simon’s black sparkly crop top, and Simon's breath caught. Wilhelm's grip on his body tightened as Simon bit his lower lip, and he was just wondering if he should ask Simon if he wanted to go somewhere more private when a camera flash went off.
With a gasp, Simon pulled away, hiding his face as he climbed off Wilhelm’s lap before fleeing into the crowd.
Wilhelm stared after him, disappointment filling his chest, which quickly turned into fury when he heard someone crow, “Post it! Quick, before he stops us.”
Wilhelm stood up, just as the poster pocketed the phone, looking smug.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Wilhelm demanded, barely staying upright as the room tilted at a forty-five-degree angle.
“It’s not my fault you made out with a guy in public,” he scorned, shaking his head. “You should have hooked up with your whore in private if you didn't want everyone in Sweden to know that you're a f-"
Wilhelm’s fist connected with his jaw before he even knew what he was doing, forcing the other guy to stumble back, cussing as he held his cheek.
“You think that just because you’re royalty I won’t hit back?” the guy demanded.
“Do it then,” Wilhelm antagonized, gesturing wildly. "Knock me out, if you think you can-"
His fist made contact with Wilhelm's face, and Wilhelm was dimly aware that someone caught him before everything went black.