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James left for his American tour only a couple weeks ago and surprisingly, Will was doing alright. He's been keeping himself busy so he didn't feel so alone without James around—going to the Gumball3000 event, helping Mikey with the main channel video, promoting the new Rodd’s flavour—and it worked for a while.
Will tries not to stay in his flat longer than he really needs to, he always went out for a run or met up with friends for lunch. James has been too busy to really message or call Will and he pretended not to mind, but it still upset him a bit.
Today was the one day he hadn’t planned anything—not on purpose, he just forgot. Will couldn't get out of the stiff mattress of his bed, the inevitable dysania refusing to let him even move from under the bedsheets. He slept away most of his morning just to keep his mind quiet, he didn't want to think about how much he missed James. While he was well aware that he only had to wait a few more days before he could finally see James again, the past few weeks have already felt like an eternity despite his efforts to stay distracted.
Reluctantly, Will rolled into his side to reach for his phone on the nightstand. He normally avoided social media whenever James was gone. Call him selfish, but he couldn't help the disconsolate feeling in his chest when watching videos of James’ shows or seeing the photos of him surrounded by supportive friends and fans.
Will was incredibly proud of him and tried his best to encourage him to make the world listen to his fervid lyrics. Still, there was a voice in the back of his head that wanted nothing more than to have James tied to his side forever.
His thumb shakily hovered over the phone screen as he let a video play, “I would like to dedicate ‘It’s Only Love’ to something that I love platonically, but I love it. This one goes out to my old pal, William Lenney,” came James’ goofy American impression, immediately bringing a soft grin to Will’s face.
As he continued scrolling through the tiktoks and instagram stories about James’ tour, he eventually ended up looking through the latest post on his instagram page. And if Will ended up staring at certain photos that defined James’ arms and chest—well, that was unimportant.
Will was in too deep to stop his mind from wandering, feeling the longing that he’s been trying to bury claw its way up to the surface. Just the thought of all the things he wanted to do with James as soon as he got back made him feel especially warm, the blankets and his boxers beginning to get uncomfortable.
He missed more than just having James around—his voice, his eyes, his hands—he desperately wanted it all back. ‘It’s Only Love’ was playing quietly from the phone as Will rolled into his stomach, still intently staring at the beauty that is James Marriott captured and trapped in this little screen. His hand shamelessly reached down to cup his semi, his hips twitching into it to get even a fraction of the friction he was craving.
For a moment, his eyes fell shut as his hips gently rocked, imagining the seraphic voice in the song to be right behind him. Will muffled a small groan with his pillow when his mind conjured up a strong, warm body pressed up against his back and ink patterned arms wrapping around his waist.
His lovelorn heart was already racing in his chest when he opened his eyes again, the phone in his hand still looping the gentle harmonies. When he scrolled down to find a photo of James exposing his midriff to the sunlight, his eyes carefully observed every ethereal feature and detail, the sight practically mouthwatering. Will’s hand gently squeezed his half-hard length and hips bucked again, but his movements soon stopped.
When he saw the venue completely filled with blue-or-purple-haired fans, and the group photo of James and his band mates, he felt a sudden ache in his chest. Seeing his best friend actively achieving his dream, having so much fun without him always got him thinking—maybe he was holding him back. It’s not like James actually needed him to succeed, the only reason he'd come back was either for Rodd’s or to film silly little videos for YouTube. Not for him.
Maybe Will was being dramatic, but he couldn't help the jealousy that arose whenever he saw James surrounded by other friends. It was an unfair feeling and incredibly selfish of him, but could you blame him for wanting to keep such an elegant being to himself?
With a frustrated huff into his pillow and a click of a button, Will turned off his phone to place it back on the nightstand. All feelings of arousal and desire were quickly washed away, soon replaced by a deep yearning and wistfulness that he knew wouldn’t go away if he stayed wallowing in self pity. So he got up, he ignored his hard-on and dragged himself out of bed, heading towards his bathroom for a shower instead.