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The sky was dark and the big lights were off in Jame's apartment as he sat crosss-legged on his bed, strumming his acoustic guitar, trying to play out loud what was going on in his head. Will had previously been sitting at his kitchen island finishing off final admin for upcoming videos but he couldn’t help but make his way to James, sitting against the wall on the floor with his legs strethcd out, and laptop open, just listening to his boyfriend.
Every so often James would look over at him when he heard a pause in his typing, they’d make eye contact and a slight blush would appear on James’s cheeks. Will would just shake his head and smile. It wasn’t a secret how much Will loved listening to James do anything in the world of music, not just on stage, but anytime, whenever he could. He would even go as far as making the man sing to him as he played with his hair to fall asleep, or over the phone when they couldn’t be together.
James eventually got up, placing his guitar onto the stand in the opposite corner of his room from his bed. He was frustrated in himself, for the only thing going through his head was, Will, Will, Will, and he knew he couldn’t write another song about the man, there are already too many that would never see the light of day on an album.
Making his way over to Will, he crouched down beside him and reached out to place a kiss on his forehead, “I’m going for a shower, darling”. Will hummed, looking up to look at his boyfriend properly. “I’m almost done, we can cuddle after, yeah?”. James nodded and quickly pecked his lips.
Will could hear James singing through the wall, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the wall for a few moment while he let himself relax. He has been busy lately and feels as though the two haven’t spent nearly enough time together, making these little moments of them just being in each others company that little bit more special to him.
When James reentered the room in a vest and tracksuit bottoms, he played on his bed, taking his phone out and scrolling waiting for his boyfriend. After another ten minutes, James rolls over to face Will and lets out an obnoxiously loud sigh. Will chuckles, “I’m nearly done, Jamie”.
“Can you finish it up here, please? I miss you.” James lays on his side with his arms stretched out, as he makes a horribly sad face towards his boyfriend, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye. Will sighs and gets up off the floor, sitting cross-legged on his bed, facing James and the headboard. James smiles and pulls the laptop off of Will’s lap, making room for him to wrap his arms around Will’s waist, bending in an awkward way to lay on the younger mans lap. Will chuckles and runs his hands through James’s hair as he continues to type awkwardly over him.
As he closes his laptop, James groans, not wanting to move but Will softly moves him to lay down on the side of the bed closest to the wall. “I’m gonna brush my teeth, baby, I’ll be back, yeah?”.
When Will returns, James is sat up more against the pillows, remote in hand trying to figure out something to watch. He opens his arms as soon as his boyfriend approaches his bed. Will curls up horizontally with his head on his boyfriend’s chest, legs curled up, knees basically on the pillows as he grips James’s exposed arm and cuddles into him.
James settles on a random documentary, knowing Will doesn’t really care what they watch, as long as they’re touching.
“I missed you, Jamie”. Will mumbled curling in on himself more, James looks down at him, using the hand Will isn’t latched onto to play with his hair. He leans down, brushing the hair from his forehead and leaving a gentle kiss, “I missed you too, darling”.
Will has always been a touchy guy, physical touch is definitely his love language but recently he has craved it more and more form his boyfriend. Always wanting to be holding his hand, or tucked under his arm, leaving discrete kisses when they’re out in public, any form of contact he could manage to get away with. There was something about James that made him calm, even though James was often far from that, it was hard for him explain. He knew he was safe with James, and his boyfriend made sure he knew that before they had even confessed their feelings for each other.
“Hey, I wanna see your face”, James said gently as he untangled his left hand from Will’s grasp and caressed his cheek, turning his head up to make eye contact.
“Hey”.
“Hey, darling”.
They just stared at each other for a moment. “I love you.” Will said as he left a gentle kiss on his boyfriend’s wrist. “I love you”. James leant down to kiss his lips gently, and leaving a few more lingering kisses on his face. Will giggled and a blush was evident on his otherwise pale skin. James chuckled as he pulled away, Will moved further up towards his neck, shifting to wrap his arms around his waist, placing a leg over him, and tucking his head under his boyfriend’s chin, feeling the slight tick of his beard on his forehead.
They laid there for a while, both of their eyes closed, ignoring the television. James could feel Will’s soft warm breaths against his wrist as his hand lay on his boyfriend’s cheek, fingers rubbings circles on his temples, relaxing him into sleep.
Eventually James pulled his gaze away from his boyfriend’s sleeping face, pulling Will impossibly closer, whispering a small “I love you.” Before closing his own eyes and falling asleep.