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Bang!
Both boys jumped back, wide eyed at the sound of the movie in the other room, coupled with the screams of the other students. Students who were just a few steps down the hallway away from where Simon had been kissing the Prince of Sweden.
Holy shit. Holy shit. He’d kissed Wille with their classmates just down the hall. Holy shit.
He’d kissed Wille. And by some miracle, Wille hadn’t pushed him away, or rejected him. He’d even kissed Simon back, if barely.
Simon looked up and saw Wille looking at him, eyes wide as saucers, lip pulled between their teeth. Their hair was flopping in their face, but he made no move to tuck it back like they usually did, instead his focus was on Simon. And … his lips?
He didn’t know what to do. Did he kiss them again? Did he go back to the movie? Wille wasn’t moving and the last thing Simon wanted to do was make even more of a fool of himself. Oh god, what if he’d read all of the signs wrong and had just thrown himself upon them without a second thought? Oh god, oh god -
Simon was just about to make a run for it when he felt a hand on his flannel, not pulling him but stopping him from running away. He didn’t want to look, eyes down at the floor and hands by his sides, but in his peripheral he could see Wille’s hand on his shirt, white knuckled and tugging ever so gently. They were giving Simon a chance to leave, but also letting him know they wanted him to stay.
“Wait - wait. Stop, please.” Wille stuttered out, hands going to their hair. Simon peeked out from under his curls to see him tugging on his blonde locks, eyes pinched shut as they breathed. He wanted to loosen the grip their fingers had, smoothing the hair back gently and telling them not to hurt himself. “I’m - I’m not …”
Wille trailed off, seemingly getting distracted by Simon once again, hand still on the back of their neck before falling heavily to their lap. He seemed like he wanted to say something, mouth opening and closing as his cheeks grew steadily more flush in the dim light. They were incredibly adorable like this, Simon thought belatedly. He’d seen the Prince give speeches, with August and his friends, and even at parties but this side of Wille - nervous and blushing and staring at Simon’s lips - was new.
Simon waited, hands at his own sides in fists, hoping it would stop him from reaching out and touching them again. Did they want that? Would him touching them help this situation or make it worse? Gods, all he wanted to do was kiss them again but the ball was officially in Wille’s court now. So Simon waited.
Wille was looking at him intently, deep brown eyes still so wide and staring into Simon’s own. He gave one final tug to Simon’s sweater before letting the material fall and belatedly, Simon realized that left him standing between their thighs. Oh. Tentatively, he reached out a hand and laid it on their leg just above the knee. Part of him expected Wille to brush him off but instead they just leaned closer into Simon’s space, breath coming out just slightly heavier. He felt the shift of the muscles under his hand as they adjusted to allow Simon to step forward ever so slightly.
The space between them shrank slowly, hesitantly. Both of them were breathing heavy, and Simon hoped that Wille couldn’t hear his heartbeat (he could feel it pounding in his ears, blocking almost every thought out).
Heads turned to accommodate noses, and Wille pulled back only to lean in again almost instantly and Simon briefly had to wonder what in the hell was happening. How did he end up in a window seat with the Prince of Sweden - with Wille - leaning in for a kiss? Embarrassingly, Simon tried to pinch his own hand to see if he was dreaming.
(He wasn’t).
But all thoughts were wiped from his brain when their lips touched for a second time. The second kiss was just as soft as the first, delicate and shy and so sweet. That same mind-melting feeling took over Simon’s whole body the second they made contact and he had to focus to make sure he was kissing back, instead of standing there slack jawed. Because he was kissing them and it felt good. It felt new and exciting and scary and so, so good.
This time Wille returned the kiss, lips moving slow and tenderly against Simon’s own. He tried not to get caught up in the soft feeling of it, the way Wille breathed out of his nose and the way it brushed Simon’s face - because he was focusing too hard on moving his lips. On making Wille feel as good as they were making him feel.
Simon was just getting the hang of tilting his head while kissing when another scream sounded from the end of the hall and the two of them sprung apart like a live wire ignited between them. The silence stretched out, both of them staring at one another. When it seemed like no one was coming out to disturb them, they dissolved into hushed giggles. Wille let out a giggle behind their hand and flush with adrenaline and something he couldn’t name, Simon laughed too.
They were so beautiful, sitting in the window in their pyjamas and sweater. He’d been attracted to Wille since the first day he saw them, how could he not? He’d known who they were before they started at Hillerska but seeing them in person made it hard to remember what Simon hated most about what they represented. But getting to know Wille has broken down those barriers one by one, and he realized they weren’t what the Crown represented.
Wille was different.
Swallowing down his nerves, Simon extended a hand towards Wille. “Come with me?” It was by some miracle that Wille said yes, and Simon tried to hide his smile at the feeling of their fingers lacing with his own.
The two of them snuck down the hallway, past the movie where their classmates were and towards an abandoned hallway near the back of the school, hands laced the entire time. Simon’s heartbeat was loud in his ears, deafening but the fear of being caught was outweighed by the sheer volume of butterflies in his stomach.
They reached the hallway, empty and dark. Everyone was in watching the movie, and those who weren’t were in bed already in their houses. Simon knew they wouldn’t be interrupted here.
Wille smiled, free hand rubbing the back of their neck while their other was still locked with Simon’s. “Did you… it’s quieter here.” They noted, flushing again.
Simon nodded. “Yeah … I figured,” he paused. What did he figure? That they could kiss here uninterrupted? What if they didn’t want that? “I mean it’s … we can talk here.”
Wille looked at him, quiet and contemplative. His brows furrowed and his eyes glanced between Simon’s and his lips. “Did you want to … talk?” Simon opened his mouth to answer but they kept going. “Because I kind of want to …” Wille gently tugged his hand towards themself, bringing them barely a few inches apart.
“You want to what?” Simon whispered on the next breath.
Wille licked their lips, swallowing thickly, their gaze fixed on Simon. He wet his lips in anticipation. “Can I kiss you, Simon?”
Simon had barely nodded before Wille had closed the space between them again, their lips folding softly over his. This kiss was more sure, their lips pressed harder like they had tested the waters and they were ready for more. His lips were still soft against Simon’s but it didn’t have the same hesitancy that it did before - their confidence was melting Simon into a puddle and it was all he could do to stay upright.
Wille kept hold of his hand, thumb stroking the back. Simon, feeling a surge of confidence, brought his free hand to Wille’s hip, pulling him just slightly closer. Their lips tangled softly, a slow brush of lips that had Simon’s stomach swooping and diving with each press.
Simon was not prepared when Wille reached up and slid their fingers into the curls at the base of his neck, letting out a soft gasp into their mouth. Instantly, Wille pulled back, their hand dropping. “I’m sorry - was … was that not okay?”
Simon shook his head instantly. He grabbed the hand they dropped and brought it back up to his head, putting it where it had previously just been. “No. I mean yes, it’s okay. I … liked it. A lot actually.” Simon was the one flushing this time and Wille, seemingly a lot more confident now, smirked at him. “Shut up.” Simon mumbled, and Wille did just that by leaning in to kiss him again.
They lost track of time getting lost in one another. The kiss stayed slow, gentle and fairly tame, neither of them Feeling brave enough to do anything more than tease their tongues on the others lips. But the kiss was also perfect; slow and steady and everything a first kiss should be. Hands traced tentatively over arms and chests, exploring uncharted territory and they bumped noses only a few times when repositioning which had them both giggling, trying to stay quiet so they didn’t get caught.
They kissed until the vibrating of Simon’s phone got too insistent for them to ignore it, his back pocket pressed against the wall that Wille was currently kissing him into. “Shit -“ Simon pulled back for air with a giggle, long enough to pull his phone out. He briefly caught a glance of Wille in the dim lighting and grinned. Their hair was a mess from his fingers, lips slightly swollen and cheeks flushed - gods, they were so pretty.
Right, his phone.
He looked down, frowning when he saw a few missed calls from Sara and one from his mama. But then he saw the time. Oh - shit. “Wille, it’s late!” He turned the phone towards him, apologizing when Wile squinted from the glare of the phone light. But then they focused on the screen and they too let out a groan.
“I … didn’t realize. I guess we got distracted.”
Simon grinned. “I definitely think we did.” He almost leaned in for another kiss when his phone started vibrating in his phone again. “Sara? Yes, I know. I’m coming - no, it’s fine. I’m okay! Yes, yeah I’ll be outside in a second. No - shut up.” He flushed when his sister asked he’d disappeared with someone. “No I was … in the bathroom. Yes, for forty five minutes! Okay, bye.”
Simon rolled his eyes and pocketed his phone, leaving them once again in the darkness. Neither of them said anything for a minute, just breathing softly. Wille still had a hand on Simon’s hip, and Simon one on their chest. “Do you have to go?” Wille asked softly.
Simon nodded with a grimace. “Yeah, mama is here to pick up me and Sara. They’ve been waiting apparently.” He bit his lip, almost hating the way Wille went to step back, their hand dropping from his waist. Simon couldn’t stand the distance, even though they had been pressed together for the better part of an hour. “But, I’ll see you Monday?”
Please say yes. Please say this isn’t a one time thing.
Wille smiled, beautiful and bright. “Yeah. Monday.”
Before he could change his mind, Simon darted forward and leaned up on his toes to kiss them in the cheek, just a quick peck before he backed up and walked backwards down the hall. “Goodnight, Wille.”
“Goodnight, Simon.”
And Simon left, getting into the car with a skip in his step, ensuring teasing from his sister and later laying in bed thinking about the soft lips of the Prince the whole night as he tried to fall asleep, body wired with excitement.
Simon had a feeling this would be the start of something new and exciting.