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“... since we’re graduating next year.”
Wilson dapped Shu’s hand when the older man rubbed his hair, smiling when the whole student council wished their juniors good luck after the short meeting.
“Are you ready to replace us next year?” Shu said, a sly smirk on his lips as he placed a hand over Wilson’s shoulder.
“Why does that sound like a threat?” Wilson asked, sighing when Shu laughed, Ike and Luca appearing behind him.
“Ready to go? I’m feeling hungry at the moment,” Ike cleared his throat, sensing that more council members were around. Wilson smiled at Ike whose eyes softened. “Hello, Wilson.” He greeted.
“Hotdogs!” Luca cheered as he walked ahead, his arms raised above his head as he skipped around. “Bernie’s!”
“Luca, damn it, wait up,” Vox ran past the boys, his arm wrapping around Luca’s shoulders as they walked on ahead. Ike rubbed his forehead while Shu chuckled.
“Well, we’re going on ahead. If you need help, you know where the council is,” Shu gave Wilson another head pat while Ike gave him a kind smile and the both of them left.
“Gosh, can you believe I’m taking over Luca?” Vezalius piped up behind him, a huge smile on his face. “Being a president sure does sound tiring but isn’t it exciting?”
“Don’t worry, Zali, Claude is here to help you as a vice president,” Wilson laughed.
“I don’t get why I didn’t get the secretary part.” Claude huffed.
“Because Shu and Ike know you are most likely to avoid more responsibilities so that happened,” Vanta said as he locked the door to the council office, walking beside Wilson. “Meanwhile I, a workaholic, got the secretary part.”
“Are you fucking saying I’m not a workaholic?” Claude jabbed his side making Vanta squeak, hiding behind Wilson who was shorter than him.
“Okay, that’s enough. I wanna go home.” He tugged Vanta’s arm, the same arm raised and wrapped around his shoulder. “Dude, it’s so hot,” Wilson complained.
“I’m telling you, Shu has a thing for you,” Vanta whispered to his ear while Claude conversed with Zali. Wilson flinched, covering his ear while he shuddered. Vanta chuckled at his reaction.
“This again? I swear you’re sounding more of a jealous girlfriend than the Vanta I know,”
“Oh, shut the fuck up, you know I’m right. He loves to give you some of his snacks, give you head pats, and laugh at your jokes. Nah, dude.”
“Okay, first of all, Shu does that with anyone,” Wilson defended, groaning when Vanta’s arm tightened around his shoulder. “Damn it, Vanta, you’re heavy!”
“Yo, where you fellas heading off to?” Claude asked when they arrived at the exit gate. Zali adjusted his bag.
“I’m going home, can we hang out tomorrow?” He asked solemnly, adjusting his glasses. “Lia’s project is still not done.”
“Oh, of course. I told you if Lia needs help you can invite us.” Wilson said. Zali smiled at that.
“You know she loves you three but she hates to have three more brothers aside from me, she feels imprisoned.” Zali laughed. “She still hasn’t forgiven you for scaring her boyfriend off, Vanta.”
Vanta giggled, sounding more evil than amusement, “Hah! That bitch deserved it, fucking stealing off the candies Mrs.Bandage bought for me .”
“You’re so petty,” Claude muttered, waving as he followed Vezalius. “I’m going home, game night.”
“With the girlfriend again?” Vanta called out, cupping a hand around his mouth. Claude threw him a middle finger before wrapping an arm around Zali’s shoulder. Vanta faced Wilson. “You think he’ll ever introduce us to Finana?”
“To me and Zali? Yes. To you? Hell, no.” Wilson pushed his chest gently, snorting. “You gonna go, too?”
“Fuck, no. Hanging out with you,” Vanta fell in step beside him as they walked in the opposite direction. “So,”
“Hm?”
“You excited to replace Shu in the council?”
Wilson rolled his eyes, “Yes. And stop asking or telling me about his goddamn nonexistent crush on me, it’s not true.”
Vanta clicked his tongue, “Fine. You’re gonna hold the council’s money next year. You think you can treat the three of us to the arcade?”
“You’re going to give Zali a heart attack with that suggestion, you’re the VP, man,” Wilson burst out laughing, his laughter echoing through the streets as the late afternoon sun shone upon them. WIlson’s hair looked even more golden in this light, and Vanta reached out to brush it with his fingers casually.
They reached Wilson’s house; as expected, his mom wasn’t home yet.
“You want me to cook us up something?” Vanta asked, closing the door. Wilson climbed the stairs.
“Nah, mom’s gonna be home in an hour or so. You can make something for yourself if you’re hungry.” Wilson told him, his voice disappearing slowly as he got into his bedroom. Vanta shrugged, following him upstairs quickly. He saw Wilson by his desk opening his drawers, he looked like he was searching for something. Vanta approached him, hooking his chin over Wilson’s shoulder.
“Searching for your glasses?” He asked. Wilson hummed.
“It’s in your bag,” Vanta pulled away, lying down on Wilson’s bed. For a few moments it was silent, and Wilson knew something was up. Quiet moments meant a full mind.
“Okay, what the hell,” Wilson threw his hands up in the hair, poking Vanta on the thigh with his toe. “What's wrong?”
“Nothing's wrong,” Vanta muttered, eyes still staring ahead.
“You've been staring at my old bedroom posters and haven't talked for a few minutes. That’s concerning.”
“Dude, can’t I be quiet even just for a moment?”
“Fuck, no. Something's bothering you?” Wilson stood up from his chair, leaving his empty glass case on his desk as he walked towards Vanta. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching his friend.
“A girl asked me out,” Vanta murmured, his eyes sliding towards Wilson whose heart stuttered. Oh.
Wilson gulped, pursing his lips. “When? We were busy at the office earlier.”
Vanta played with the loose string on his buttons, “Just earlier when I went to the bathroom. Claude saw a girl waiting for me outside the boys’ restroom.”
Wilson watched him quietly. “So?”
“Se asked me to come meet her by the mango tree.”
“The mango tree…?” Wilson repeated, his stomach dropping. “That's where couples make out.”
“Exactly but we're not exactly dating yet.” Vanta sighed, throwing an arm above his eyes to cover them. “Wilson. Fuck, this is embarrassing but I literally don't know how to kiss.”
Wilson stared at his friend, “And?”
“And!” Vanta exclaimed, slightly bouncing on the bed making it squeak. “It would be embarrassing to make out with a pretty girl without knowing how to kiss! What if she gets turned off?”
“What if both of you haven't experienced making out yet?” Wilson countered despite the hollow feeling in his chest. “Why don't you just tell her you don't know how to kiss? Girls like honest guys, no?”
“I don't know,” Vanta huffed, hugging a pillow Wilson owned. “It would be embarrassing.” He repeated.
Wilson scratched his cheek lightly, “Why don't you just search how to kiss a girl?” He suggested, grabbing his phone from the nightstand. “It's not that bad.”
The tips of Vanta's ears slightly pinked at that, his eyebrows furrowing. “You’ve searched before? On how to kiss a girl?”
“Yeah,” Wilson muttered absentmindedly, scrolling through his applications to search for his browser. “Followed the instructions and it ended well.”
“Well fuck searching,” Vanta sat up and grabbed his shoulders to shake him. “Teach me instead. You have some experience.”
Wilson almost dropped the phone on the ground, huffing. “What?” He let out an awkward laugh. “You want me to teach you?”
“Yeah,” Vanta shrugged. “Wouldn't it be better than to just search for it? It's pretty embarrassing to do so.”
“Vanta, I did it and it's not embarrassing. Stop saying that. It's normal. I followed the instructions and it ended well.” Wilson clicked an article from the browser and showed it to his friend who huffed indignantly.
“Just teach me, bro!”
“I am!” Wilson exclaimed, shoving the phone toward Vanta who leaned away. “Stop! Read it!” He laughed loudly as he tried to show Vanta the article. “Vanta!”
“Just teach me! It's not a big deal!”
“How am I going to teach you, huh? Kiss you?”
Vanta crossed his arms, “Well, yeah, dumbass.”
Wilson frowned. “Wouldn't that be weird?”
“No?” Vanta muttered. “It wouldn't mean anything, would it? It's just a simple kiss.”
Wilson gave him a look. “I'm not going to teach you how to kiss , it's how to make out. ” He clarified.
“Wait, so you'll do it?”
Wilson smacked his forehead. “I didn't say that.”
“Come on! It wouldn't mean anything! Just a kiss between homies!” Vanta shook his shoulders again.
“Do you even hear yourself?”
“We'll pretend it didn't happen. I just need to learn how to kiss right now, Wilson. I'm gonna make out with her tomorrow and just reading those stupid instructions won't cut it!”
“Just do it with the back of your hand or your pillow.”
“That's even more weird!”
Wilson laughed at that, “You're so stupid.”
“I’ll do it with your pillow.”
“Fuck, don't do that!” Wilson tugged the pillow from Vanta's hold, smacking his face with it, before throwing it behind him. “Don't do weird shit with my pillows.”
“You did not just hit me with a pillow.” The taller blonde slapped his arm. “I bet you've done weirder shit with those pillows.” Vanta rebutted, smirking.
“Well, yeah, they're my pillow, asshole.” Wilson slapped his thigh, before standing up. He let out a manly yelp when Vanta grabbed his middle, and tugged him back to the bed. “Vanta!”
“Do it with me.”
Wilson's face reddened at the blunt request, “I already said no!”
“I didn't hear you say no.” Vanta countered, holding Wilson's arms to keep the shorter blonde seated on the bed. “Come on. Five minutes. You can even time it.”
Wilson huffed, “This never happened.” He told him quietly, placing a hand over his chest as if to calm his breathing. He shook his head slightly to shake off some thoughts.
“Nope,” Vanta confirmed, his eyes brightening at the realization that he won.
Wilson glared at him before sighing again, knowing how persistent Vanta could be. “Fucking fine. I don't even know why of all people. This is going to be weird.”
“No it's not,” Vanta insisted, adjusting himself on the bed as he and Wilson sat criss-cross applesauce on the bed facing each other. “Wait, is your door locked?”
Wilson looked behind him to see if the door was locked, and he nodded. “Don't worry, my parents aren't home.”
“Heh, we sound like we're about to do something naughty.”
“We are,” Wilson rolled his eyes. “Okay, do it.”
“Do what?” Vanta asked blankly.
“Kiss me.” Wilson replied, confused.
“Wait, why do I have to do it? You're the teacher.”
“Dumbass, you're supposed to engage in the kiss because you're the guy.” Wilson cursed to himself. “I mean we're both guys. What I meant was when you make out with the girl tomorrow.” He stammered, his ears turning red.
Vanta laughed under his breath at that, “You’re already flustered, we haven't even started yet.”
“Oh, shut the fuck up or I'll kick you out of my room.”
“No, please, I'm sorry.” Vanta laughed again. “Fuck, why do I have to start?”
“Just do it, Vanta.” Wilson huffed, closing his eyes. “There. Close your eyes too, so you can imagine it's the pretty girl you're kissing instead of me.”
“This is so stupid.” Wilson heard Vanta mutter.
“Hey, this was your idea.” Wilson peeked with one eye and saw that Vanta's staring at his face with wide eyes. “Close your eyes, Vanta.”
“Is that necessary?”
“Oh my God!” Wilson exclaimed, both of his eyes were opened now. “Just do i—”
Vanta leaned in and gave his lips a soft peck, and pulled away. “There.”
They made eye contact. “You can't be serious.” Wilson told him, already done with his shit, his lips stinging at the soft contact.
“Hey, I don't know how to, okay?”
Wilson rubbed his forehead before he gestured him closer. “Come here.”
Vanta hesitated, before leaning in. “What?”
“Before you kiss,” Wilson whispered, their foreheads pressing against each other's. “Make sure you create some kind of tension between the two of you first.”
“Okay?”
“Like this, maybe?” Wilson whispered but mostly to himself. He rubbed his nose against Vanta's, his finger tracing the other man's jaw before using the same finger to tilt his chin up. Their eyes never left each other, just staring and never breaking eye contact.
He used his other fingers to graze his thumb against Vanta's earlobes, making the other guy shiver against him. “Ah…” He murmured, flinching slightly at the ticklish sensation. His eyes shut close at that, his cheeks pink.
Wilson smiled, before leaning to slowly press his lips against him. He heard Vanta take a sharp intake of a breath, before relaxing against him. He rubbed his ear again, just softly pressing their lips against one another.
They pulled away slightly to take a small breath before Wilson leaned again and kissed Vanta full on the lips. He slowly cupped his cheek, hoping that the man was paying attention, and pulled him impossibly closer.
His lips moved against Vanta's, liking how he kissed back clumsily. Their lips were wet with saliva, but still moving slowly against one another. Wilson's hands moved upwards to hold Vanta's nape, his fingers sprayed on the short dark hair at the back of Vanta's head gently.
Wilson dropped a soft suck on Vanta’s upper lip before dragging his kiss down to his lower one, firmly slotting their soft lips together even firmer. He held his jaw gently, their heads slowly moving against one another as they kissed for a few minutes, Wilson could feel how warm Vanta’s skin was against his, and how his breath welt hot against his mouth. He just silently prayed Vanta couldn’t feel how fast his heart was beating.
He pulled away from the taller man who panted heavily, his head falling forward to rest on Wilson’s shoulder. Wilson wiped his lips with the back of his hand, his shoulders shaking from silent laughter while Vanta panted softly.
“I’m out of breath, fuck. This is just as bad as my morning jogs.”
Wilson snorted, leaning back on his headboard while Vanta sat crosslegged in front of him, his forehead still resting on his shoulder. “You just had your first kiss.” He said quietly.
“Yeah,” Vanta mumbled.
“How was it?” Wilson asked. “Ew?”
“No,” Vanta murmured, his hands clenched by WIlson’s sides. “Can we… forget that this happened?”
Wilson stilled, his heart stopping for a moment before he nodded slowly. “Sure, man.”
Vanta’s breathing steadied, “Really?”
“Yeah, we don’t have to talk about it.” Wilson said quietly, pressing his lips together.
Vanta didn’t reply for a moment before he raised his head to meet Wilson’s eyes. His purplish eyes were glassy and hooded, he looked… pleased, somehow and not uncomfortable so Wilson’s shoulders sagged with relief. “Okay.”
“Remember to be gentle with the girl,” Wilson told him. “I was gentle with you but it would be more if it’s a girl.”
“Why weren’t you gentle with me?”
“Why would I? You’re not a girl,” Wilson pushed him backward, standing up from the bed.
“Oh, fuck you.” Vanta choked out as he landed with a grunt on the bed, watching as Wilson busied himself by removing his uniform polo. The trembling hands of the shorter blond went unnoticed. “Was your first time making out with a girl a good experience?”
Wilson threw his polo into the rack, replacing it with a shirt over his tank top, “Yeah. It was good, but I found out she had a boyfriend the next day so I avoided her.”
“Wilson,” Vanta gasped, faux-affronted. “You did not just make out with a girl who has a boyfriend.”
“Listen, I didn’t know!” WIlson exclaimed, opening his room door to exit, Vanta following immediately. “That’s why I avoided her, I didn’t wanna get beaten up by her boyfriend. He seemed pretty good, he’s a jock.”
Vanta cackled at that, “Dude, there is no way this is real.”
Wilson rolled his eyes, “It is real. Don’t believe me, that’s your problem.” He was about to close his door so they could go down the kitchen together to eat when Vanta held his wrist. He paused, looking up. “Vanta?”
“What happened in your room, stayed in there, right?” He whispered, blinking slowly. Wilson gulped, nodding to him absentmindedly.
“Mouth shut, bro,” Wilson pulled his hand away from his grip, closing the door shut. “Nothing happened. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shrugged, avoiding eye contact as he walked down the stairs. “I don’t even remember anything.”
Wilson could remember everything. He lay awake that night just a few hours after Vanta went home to his house just a few blocks away. Wilson had changed his sheets and his pillowcase to avoid remembering the kiss but he couldn’t get it out of his mind. The way Vanta leaned to his touch, the way his breath stuttered every time their lips moved, and the way he softly whimpered when Wilson stroked his earlobe or his jaw.
Wilson covered his face with his pillow, groaning to himself. That was a bad idea, a really bad one. He shouldn’t have agreed to it now he was regretting it. Knowing Vanta would love to forget about it and go kiss the girl he liked was even more frustrating. Fuck.
“Fuck,” Wilson sobbed to himself, laying the side of his face on the wooden table of the outside student lounge. They were in the grassy field of their school where the wooden tables and chairs for students were placed, books scattered on their desks. “Zali, help me. I shouldn’t have agreed. Next time I have to decide for myself, I’m gonna call you first.”
“In no way you just did that with him,” Claude said, munching on some jelly candies he found in Vezalius’ bag. “And no way you just told us.”
“You wouldn’t tell anyone, no one would believe you,” Wilson told him lamely.
Claude snorted at that, “As if I have the energy to talk to more people other than you bastards.”
“My,” Zali murmured, placing his chin on his palm as he watched Wilson. “I mean… you guys did agree to forget it, no?”
“But I can’t,” Wilson mumbled, peeking at him with one eye. Zali gave him a sympathetic look.
“Maybe you should make out with someone else to forget,” Claude told him, poking his arm.
“No,” Wilson batted his hand away. “No way, dude. No. You know what, let’s drop this. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
“That’s what you said five minutes ago but now you’re back in complaining about it again,” Zali smiled at him, shaking his head to himself as he looked down at his book.
Claude laughed, his tongue red from the candies he was eating. “How much you want to bet he won’t move on even if hours had passed?”
From a distance, Vanta was being dragged by the girl who asked him out. He could hear his friends from their usual table, but he already told them he had plans for this lunch. They looked like they didn’t care but Vanta figured that Wilson had probably already told them.
The girl, Mimi, giggled as they sat down behind the mango tree, Vanta smiling back at her as he held her waist. “Hey.” She purred, touching his chest. “Just us now.”
They were basically in a public space, so not really, but since this was a popular spot for couples to make out, no one’s going to bother them or make fun of them. “Just us.” Vanta echoed, slowly cupping her face just like what Wilson had done yesterday. He gulped, mentally shaking the images of Wilson from his head. “So? We just gonna stare at each other the whole time?” He teased, smirking as their foreheads touched.
Mimi chuckled, wrapping her arms around his shoulders loosely as their noises brushed. Just like yesterday with Wi— stop.
And so they kissed.
It felt wrong. She was great, she was hot, she got Vanta’s knees shaking but it didn’t feel right. Maybe the speed of the kiss didn’t match his liking, maybe the location was off, maybe the way she smelled and tasted was also not in his liking. Regardless, Vanta… did not like it. He was not satisfied. At all.
He went back to their table thirty minutes later, finding that Vezalius was napping with his head on his folded arms, while Wilson and Claude quietly threw something in each other’s mouths to see who could catch more. He watched them for a moment before he sat down beside Vezalius, who snored quietly. He probably stayed up again playing games.
Wilson let out a choked out giggle when a piece of red candy hit Claude’s eye. The other man let out a dramatic yell, holding his eye. Wilson threw him an ‘L’ with his fingers before looking back at where Vanta was sitting. Vanta stared back.
“The lover boy is back,” He drawled, his lips red with the candy he was eating. “How was it?”
Vanta kept staring at him, his eyes briefly glazing over his lips before he looked away. “It was good.”
“Uh oh,” Claude said, side-eyed with Wilson who frowned at his response. “What happened?”
“What? Nothing happened, dude. She was great,” He told him, tone defensively as he stole one candy from the packaging in the middle of the study desk.
“Uh, did she not like the kiss?” Wilson asked quietly.
“No, she did, She asked me to do it again sometime, specifically tonight but I have plans,” Vanta muttered, munching the candy. “Fuck, you eat these? These are sweet as fuck.”
“Claude likes them for some reason,” Zali piped in, eyes red with sleep, a faint sleep mark on his pale cheek that made Vanta reach out and poke it. Zali chuckled at the gesture, yawning. “Did she have a bad breath or something? Why didn’t you enjoy it?”
“Fuck, why do you guys keep saying that? I enjoyed it,”
“It’s because you look like you ate a sour fruit when you came back here,” Claude drawled, flinching when Wilson threw him a candy. He ignored him, continuing. “Besides, when you like something you get giddy and excited as fuck, but now, you didn’t sound so enthusiastic as you did yesterday afternoon when you told us.”
“Was she too pushy? Too aggressive?” Zali asked eyes narrowed with curiosity.
“Maybe she was too loud or too playful?” Claude piped in.
“No, she was great. She was an experienced kisser and she immediately sensed I was inexperienced. It didn’t throw her off, I think it edged her on even more,” Vanta told them slowly, looking down at the desk. “I don’t know.” He sighed.
Wilson quietly watched him, his eyes unreadable as he slowly picked up his stuff. “The class is starting in a few minutes, we should head back soon.”
Claude shrugged while Zali hummed in agreement, packing up his stuff. Vanta looked up, and saw Wilson was already looking back at him. He looked away before standing up as well.
As Claude and Zali walked ahead, Wilson and Vanta lagged behind. Claude practically snatched Vezalius’ book bag from him, offering to carry it for him. “You got plans tonight? You mentioned earlier.” Wilson asked him quietly, hooking his bag over his shoulder.
Vanta hummed, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah, coming over, remember? You’re failing that one math quiz, you need my help.”
Wilson’s eyebrow twitched. “You know I can ask Claude or Zali to help me out, man. You don’t have to reject a girl’s offer to help me. Shit, you gotta tell her later your plans changed.”
Vanta gulped dryly as they began to walk, “Are you sure?” He asked, voice hoarse. Wilson nodded.
“It’s fine, Vanta. The quiz isn’t happening until next week, anyway. Just gonna ask the boys to hang in my house.” Wilson muttered. Vanta watched the back of his head,
“I don’t mind,” he told Wilson, biting his lip. Wilson shook his head, his fingers tightening around his bag strap.
“I insist. Besides, you’ve been wanting a girlfriend since we were first years and now you might have one,” Wilson laughed when they reached their building but it sounded strained in Vanta’s ears. “Don’t wanna stand in your way, dude. Imagine losing a girl over a math tutorial, that would be so funny.”
At that, Wilson dropped the subject and went inside the room, smacking Claude’s head playfully while he pinched Zali’s cheek gently. He told them something quietly, Vanta was sure it was about the plans tonight, and both boys nodded. Vanta stood by the doorway, watching Wilson quietly.
They didn’t talk until it was time for them to separate ways for the day. Wilson gave him a lazy wave as he walked towards his street, his shoulders hunched forward. Vanta kept his eyes on Mimi, but his mind was wandering somewhere else, confusing him even more.
When they kissed last night, Vanta had to hide his face by resting his head on Wilson’s shoulder. He knew his cheeks were red as that diabetic candy Claude was snacking on earlier and he had to play it lowkey before Wilson made fun of him. He was expecting to experience that kind of fluster again earlier when he kissed Mimi but it was… nothing. It was exciting, yes, he was a growing boy after all but it just really didn’t feel right.
He kept repeating it in his head that it didn’t feel right but his thoughts on that was because Wilson was technically his first kiss that was why he was still so hung up on it. If he kissed Mimi first then it would be a different story now. “You’re zoning out, baby.”
He looked up and saw Mimi entering her room with a plate of cookies. She sat on the bed where Vanta was awkwardly sitting at, placing a hand on his thigh. “You okay?”
Vanta stared at where her hand was, and nodded, “Yeah, just tired,” He told her, accepting the soft kiss she placed on his lips. Wrong.
“You’re cute,” Mimi smiled, covering her lips with her index finger like she was shushing him. “Want to make out some more? We can eat cookies afterward and watch a movie, or something.”
Vanta gulped, nodding as she cupped his face with her smaller hands. Wrong. “That would be nice.” He whispered, feeling her softer lips slotting against his. Vanta let go. He drained all of his thoughts that weren’t about Mimi and kissed her back.
He held her waist, pressing their bodies against one another firmly as he tilted his head slightly to kiss her deeper. She hummed against his lips, panting as she matched his pace. Wrong.
Behind his eyes, all he could see was his blue eyes and dumb blonde hair. Vanta pulled away from her, gasping. She breathed heavily, giggling breathlessly as he hid his face in her neck. When he inhaled, it didn’t smell like lemons and coffee. When he licked his lips while he calmed himself, it didn’t taste like that candy he loved to eat with Claude. When he looked up, it wasn’t blue eyes who were looking back at him like earlier in the study lounge. Wrong.
“I need to go,” He choked out, standing up immediately, holding his bag. “I-I’m sorry. I promised my ma I would be home immediately.”
Before Mimi could even say anything, he was out the door, running down the stairs towards the front door.
Back in Wilson’s house, he was alone in his room. He was lying on his bed, already wearing his pajamas even though it was barely eight in the evening. He didn’t really invite Zali and Claude, he didn’t want to bother them just to teach him maths, it felt dumb. Besides, Wilson would like to sulk alone, in the thoughts of Vanta missing a day without coming over to Wilson’s house just to hang out and eat. He placed a pillow over his face again, groaning to himself.
He would like to sulk alone in the thoughts that Vanta has a girlfriend and would probably hang out in her house and not at Wilson’s. He should be happy, maybe he was, but why couldn’t he get this hollow feeling in his chest? He thought he had forgotten these emotions, buried them deep in the fucking mines, why were they back again? Fuck, what the fuck, what the flying fuck—
His skin jumped when he heard a knock. He removed his pillow from his face, and paused, waiting for it again. The knock came again, and it was coming outside his room. He stood up, confused, since his mom rarely knocked, unless it was locked. And his door was locked.
He sighed, walking over his door to answer and nearly screamed when he saw Vanta standing behind it. “Vanta?” He exclaimed, opening the door widely. “Huh? Did Mom let you in?”
Vanta didn’t answer for a moment, he just stared at his face. He was still wearing his uniform, but it looked wrinkled and improper. “Yeah, she said you’re already sleeping.” He said, voice above a whisper.
“Well, almost,” Wilson chuckled, stepping away to sit on the bed. He looked at his friend’s condition with concern, hugging his middle. “Are you okay, man? You look… rough? Did you run here?”
Vanta waved a hand around, his mouth formed into a tight line. “It’s not even ten yet, why are you sleeping so early?”
Wilson pursed his lips, “Bored.” He said simply as he bounced slightly on the bed.
Vanta followed him inside quietly, closing the door. “Do you mind if I locked it?”
Wilson paused from where he was sitting, blinking in confusion. “I mean, sure?” He shrugged, watching as Vanta sat on Wilson’s study chair. “Uh…”
“Where’s Zali and Claude?” Vanta asked, placing his bag on the floor. “Thought you invited them.”
“I … cancelled the plan. Too lazy. Maybe we can study tomorrow,” Wilson lied, leaning back on his headboard. “You? Thought you’re at your girlfriend’s house?”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Vanta huffed. “She and I didn’t have a clear discussion about that.”
Wilson snickered, “It’s kind of given at that point, Vanta.”
“Nope, not in my case,” Vanta said quickly, looking at him. “I left.”
Wilson’s smile fell, sitting up slowly. “What?”
“I left her house,” Vanta said, scratching his head with a finger as he looked on the floor.
“What? Huh? Why would you do that?” Wilson asked, shocked. “Dude, are you okay? Listen, if you don’t like her, you don’t need to force yourself. You’ve been so out of it since the kiss earlier.”
Vanta looked up, “I don’t know.” He said truthfully. “Wilson, I don’t know.”
Wilson looked at him sympathetically, standing up. Hesitantly, he placed a hand over Vanta’s shoulder gently, squeezing. “You want to talk about it?” He whispered, staring into his eyes.
Vanta stared back, his face twisting into something that made him look like he was contemplating. Slowly, he stood up, practically towering over Wilson whose eyes widened, His hand fell from Vanta’s shoulder, pressed gently against his chest. “Vanta?” He whispered. Vanta surprised him by pressing his forehead against his lightly. His breath hitched, letting Vanta’s warmth consume him. He felt hands holding his hip gently, gripping it with firmness.
“Wilson,” He whispered, his breath hitting Wilson’s cheek. “ Yu.”
Wilson gulped, attempting to pull away but Vanta held him in his place. “Vanta—”
“Can… Can I kiss you?” Vanta whispered, breathing evenly.
Wilson’s heart lurched in his throat, making his cheeks heat up like a jet stream. “What?”
“Just— please. Can I?”
“Listen, man, whatever happened—”
“Just yes or no, give me a fucking answer,” He didn’t sound mad, just… desperate and tired. Wilson stared into his eyes before he nodded.
“Okay,” He whispered, his hands cupping either side of Vanta’s jaws. “Come here.”
Vanta leaned impossibly closer and pressed his lips against his firmly. His hands traveled from Wilson’s hips to his waist, using his height to deepen their kiss, He moved his lips against the blond who kissed back just as eagerly and slowly, his hands warm and shaky against his skin.
He kissed him sensually, savoring how he breathed, how he tasted, and how he smelled in front of Vanta. His muscly back felt just right in his palms, his rough, thinner lips felt just right against Vanta’s and the way Wilson’s huge hands felt warm against his cheeks. He pulled away and immediately tugged Wilson into a tight hug, draining more air from the shorter blond who grunted. Vanta hid his red, hot cheeks in Wilson’s shoulder like he did last night, inhaling his scent like a drug.
“Are you okay now?” Wilson whispered, placing a hand over his hair. Vanta looked up, his eyes glassy and his cheeks still red. Wilson looked as disheveled as he was, eyes hooded, Vanta couldn’t help but lean in to kiss him again, holding his nape in place as their lips smushed, their salivas mixing even more as they kissed even deeper.
Wilson let out a sound from the back of his throat, his chest rising up and down as he felt Vanta’s tongue clumsily lick his lips. He immediately took control of the kiss, grabbing Vanta’s hands from his face and held them instead, pulling away slightly. Vanta’s lips were slick with saliva, his eyes blown wide. “Why’d you stop?”
“What’s wrong?” Wilson asked, holding his hands tighter. “What… what happened?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t you play dumb with me, idiot, you know damn well what. What is this?” Wilson asked. “Did you need another kissing practice or something?”
“No,” Vanta practically cut him off, shaking his head as his grip on Wilson’s hands tightened like he was going to disappear. “God, no.”
“Then why?”
“It felt wrong,” Vanta choked out, “The kisses I shared with her. They felt wrong.”
Wilson’s lips parted, confusion and bewilderment all over his face. “You’re not making any sense Vanta.”
Vanta made a small sniffle sound, “I shouldn’t have kissed you. It opened like a whole Pandora's box of wonders and unwanted thoughts in my head,” He mumbled, avoiding eye contact. “We shouldn’t have done that.”
Wilson made an affronted noise, looking at him in bewilderment. “Are you blaming me now?”
“No!” Vanta practically raised his voice, his expression softening when he saw Wilson flinch. “No.” He said, softer now. “I’m not blaming you.”
“You’re right, we shouldn’t have kissed. If you kissed her first, you wouldn’t have this crisis right now,” Wilson said, slowly pulling away. “I thought we could forget about it, forget that it happened.”
Vanta felt cold when his friend pulled away, reaching out to hold his waist. “Wait—”
“Listen,” Wilson cut him off, pushing his hands away gently but his expression thundered. “You said it yourself. Whatever happened in this room, stayed in this room. We can forget about it. I already forgot about it until you came over now.”
“Bullshit, I saw the way you looked at me earlier,” Vanta growled out, holding his wrists. “The way you looked at me this whole day, you looked like a kicked puppy.”
“That meant nothing!” Wilson snapped, looking up at him as the taller blonde towered over him like a giant despite their small height differences. “Why are you reading so much into this? Listen if you’re having struggles with yourself, don’t fucking drag me into this.”
Wilson opened the door, breathing heavily. “Get the fuck out.”
“You’re fucking kicking me out?”
“You’re not supposed to be here today.” Wilson crossed his arms, his eyes forming a glare. Vanta walked towards the door, nonplussed.
“And you’re supposed to study today.” He countered. “You’re gonna fail that quiz.”
“Who cares, you fucking asshole!” Wilson kneed his butt, making Vanta squawk like a crow. “I can study by myself!”
“You can’t, you fucking can—”
“ BOYS!” A shrilling voice could be heard shouting from downstairs. “I hear one more curse, Yu will be grounded and Vanta will be banned from this house for a month!”
Both boys froze in front of Wilson’s door, their eyes meeting in a tense moment. “This isn’t fuc— freaking over.” Vanta hissed under his breath. Wilson laughed.
“Yeah, actually, it is,” He pushed Vanta’s back towards the stairs. “It is over. This conversation is over.”
“I will come over again tomorrow,” Vanta said as Wilson pushed him forward. “And we’re gonna talk about it.”
“There is nothing to talk about,” Wilson pulled away when he successfully pushed Vanta towards the stairs. “I already forgot about it the moment we exited the door.”
“You can’t avoid this forever,”
Wilson looked back at him. “I’m doing you a favor by letting you forget what happened between us. We’re friends, Vanta, and if… if we talked about it, that friendship might be destroyed.”
“It won’t,” Vanta whispered, holding the stair banister. “What if it became something more?”
“No, nope,” Wilson raised his hands in surrender, pressing his lips together tightly as he walked back to his room. “Take care, I guess.”
“Wilson, this isn’t over.”
“Goodbye,” And his room door slammed shut.
Wilson didn’t know how their conversation’s gonna go. It was something he never expected to discuss nor something he want to talk about. He had been feeling some emotions towards his friend, but he hid those away, kept them in a small chest at the back of his mind. But the longer he ignored it, the bigger the chest grew along with its contents inside. And the way Vanta talked to him last night, his feelings grew stronger, and Wilson didn’t know if he liked that.
The next day, they were at the study lounge again. Zali was talking quietly with Claude while Wilson drew small doodles of axolotls on his math practice worksheet. It was lunch, and Vanta did not join them again because the girl, Mimi was her name, dragged him somewhere again.
At some point during their conversation, Zali nudged Wilson’s foot underneath the table. Wilson looked up from where he was mindlessly writing, “Zali?”
“What happened?” The raven-haired asked, resting his chin at the top of his palm. “With Vanta?”
“Yeah, dude, he hasn’t talked the whole day and neither did you. Usually, you two don’t shut the fuck up,” Claude added, sipping on his water.
“How should I know?” Wilson muttered, looking down again.
“Come on, man, fill us in,” Claude mumbled, squeezing his arm.
“How can we help? You don’t look like yourself today,” Zali whispered, tilting his head lower to look at Wilson clearly. The blonde made eye contact with both of them before sighing.
“Vanta ditched her last night,” He told them quietly, scratching his chin with his index finger. “And he went to my house.”
Claude’s passive face turned into a whole different emotion, he was looking at Wilson as if he had told their friend just impregnated someone. It wasn’t a surprise when Zali was the first one to break a silence with a quiet ‘Huh?’.
“Look, long story short, he went to my house and was acting all weird so I kicked him out,” Wilson slammed his folder shut.
“Was he drunk?”
“No,” Wilson huffed, rubbing his face. “Dude, I don’t know.”
“Did something happen between the two of you?” Zali asked hesitation in his voice. Wilson looked up, wordlessly nodding once.
“Oh my God,” Claude whispered, leaning closer. “Did you two kiss again?”
Wilson buried his face in his hand, groaning as he laid his head on the desk. “Argh, dude, I don’t fucking know!”
“What the fuck is happening?”
Vanta’s voice piped up behind Claude and Wilson who stiffened at his sudden arrival. Zali cleared his throat. “Wilson is struggling with a math equation.” He said softly. “I’m gonna come over tonight at his house to teach him.”
It was quiet for a moment before Vanta placed a hand behind Wilson’s head, “No need, Zali, I’m gonna do it.”
Wilson didn’t look at Vanta’s way, he kept his face hidden in his palms. He felt his folder move from the desk, and he felt Vanta sit on the bench in front of him and beside Zali.
“How are you going to learn if you’re just doodling shit?” He said, flipping the pages of Wilson’s sheets.
“Give that back, you ass,” Wilson snatched the folder back. “Listen, I passed my maths with flying colors for the past three years alone by the way. I will do it again.”
“Dude, what the fuck? I just wanna help you because I know you’ll be stressed this semester. You’re gonna replace Shu in the council, aren’t you?” Vanta argued, glaring at him. “Stop being stubborn.”
“Here they go again,” Claude muttered, making Zali chuckle.
“Listen, if I need your help, I would have asked by now,” Wilson argued back.
“That’s the problem, you don’t ask for help at all, even when you obviously need it.”
“When I can do it, why would I ask for one?”
“You obviously can’t! Why are you so damn stubborn!” Vanta’s brows curled.
“Vanta, let him. We’ll come over later to his house to force him to study, Zali and I. You can just spend time with Mimi,” Claude cut them off, standing up as the bell rang. “You spend too much time with each other, that’s why you’re starting to argue like old married couple.”
Wilson flinched at that, begrudgingly snatching his bag from the table.
“Come on, cool your heads,” Zali whispered to Vanta, wrapping an arm around his friend’s shoulders. “
When Zali and Claude walked ahead once again, both boys looking back to check on them, Vanta pulled Wilson aside, gripping his wrist tightly. “Let’s go.”
“What?” Wilson snapped, confused and overwhelmed.
“Let’s cut class,” Vanta said, pulling Wilson towards the back gate. The other blonde stumbled forward.
“What the hell?” Wilson followed him anyway. “Claude and Zali will wonder where we are..”
“They can create an excuse for us when the teachers asked, they’re good at that,” Vanta said as they walked against the students who were walking in the opposite direction.
“Where are we going?”
“To your house, duh. Auntie won’t be home until later, won’t she?”
“I don’t want to study right now, Vanta,” Wilson sighed.
“Who says we’re studying?” Vanta snorted. “We’re gonna talk.”
Wilson groaned at that, glaring at his friend who continuously pulled him towards the backdoor gate. The guards watched them as they paused just a few distance from the gate. It has been a while since they cut class, they were never reprimanded or got caught but ever since they became members of the council when Shu recruited them when they were second years, they were practically banned from doing reckless things. Even Zali was upset when he realized he couldn’t cut class with them anymore.
Wilson adjusted his bag with one hand. “When I say ‘commit’,” he mumbled, readying himself.
“We run,” Vanta continued for him, his hand tightening around Wilson’s.
“1, 2, 3,” WIlson whispered. “Commit.”
At that, they both booked it toward the small gate, surprising the guards who blew their whistles on them. “Bringer! Wilson! Get back in here!”
Vanta cackled as they ran off hand in hand, almost stumbling over a rock, causing Wilson to choke out a cackle as their hair flew in the strong wind. “Oh my God, this is so stupid!” He yelled as they turned right, their black school shoes crunching over the autumn leaves on the ground.
“Last to arrive owes a soda,” Vanta panted, and Wilson pushed him playfully before his legs carried him faster to their street. Vanta shouted something unintelligible after a cackling Wilson before the sound of his shoes running followed.
Wilson was nearing his gate when he heard how close Vanta was behind him, “You idiot! You idiot!” Wilson wheezed, pushing Vanta off when the man tried to hold him back. “Get off!”
“You’re not winning, dumbass!”
Wilson’s hand touched his gate just a few seconds before Vanta, whose hand pressed at top of Wilson’s. “You cheated, you pushed me!”
“You–” Wilson panted, wheezing. “You owe me that damn soda.”
They both collapsed in the small front yard of Wilson’s house as they closed the gate, panting and laughing as they tried to catch their breath. “Damn it, we shouldn’t have ran.”
“Whose fault is that?” Wilson wheezed, removing his shoe. “Damn it, I got leaves all over my socks.”
Vanta reached over to pluck leaves out of his hair. “There were a lot of falling leaves behind the school gate.”
Wilson hummed, both of them entering the house with Wilson’s key. Wilson went straight up to his room while Vanta grabbed some refreshing drinks from Wilson’s fridge. He put five dollars into the swear jar Auntie had in her kitchen and rushed upstairs to follow Wilson.
He closed the door behind him, seeing that the other blonde was on the bed already, eyes closed. His socks were discarded on the rack, and his uniform was disheveled. “Drinks?” Vanta asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, beside Wilson’s thighs.
Wilson opened one eye, looking at the soda in Vanta’as hands. “You know you’re supposed to buy the soda you owe me not get it from our fridge.”
“I paid for it, I put five in your mom’s swear jar,”
“My mom, huh?”
“Yeah, bitch, your mom.”
Wilson laughed, sitting up to grab the drink. He popped it open, drinking it immediately before it overflowed. He sighed, wincing at the sharp fizz in his mouth. “God, I don’t like soda. My mom only buys that pack because you like it.”
“Then why did you beat me at race, huh?” Vanta left his unopened soda on Wilson’s nightstand, grabbed Wilson’s instead, and drank from it.
“I just wanna beat you. It’s more like a self-goal than the soda” Wilson leaned back on his headboard, smirking.
“Oh, yeah? Fuck you.” Vanta rolled his eyes, finishing off the sweet drink before throwing the can into the nearest trash bin. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking to the side where Wilson was watching him.
“Hey,” Vanta whispered.
“Hey.” He whispered back.
Vanta was not used to the silence especially when he was with Wilson. Every day and night they hang out, talking about more random things, and coming up with new things to chat about that could last for hours. They would only be quiet if they were having a group study with Claude and Vezalius, sometimes Shu and Ike from the student council would stop by to help them. Other than that, they never ran out of things to say and Vanta believed that.
They don’t run out of things to say, they just don’t know how to say them out loud.
“So,” Vanta scratched his neck. “Mimi got mad.”
Wilson stayed quiet for a few moments before he snorted, “I’m not surprised.”
“Yeah,” Vanta laughed under his breath. “Mad was an understatement. She was livid, to say the least. She was confused about why I left and never texted her back. Said I lead her on.”
“You gonna keep seeing her or?”
“Nah, I feel like I’d be lying to myself at that point,” Vanta whispered, rubbing his face. “It hasn’t been like a day, so technically she and I were basically not even a thing. Unless she decides to spread the word around that I’m an asshole for rejecting her.”
“She’s kind of a big deal, yeah. A lot of guys fall in line -to court her or something. Zali told me.” Wilson played with the hem of his uniform, breathing slowly.
“Well, that’s too bad,” Vanta shrugged. “I didn’t mean to be the man she chose, I guess.”
“You said…” Wilson whispered, before clearing his throat. Softly, he continued. “You said when you kissed her it didn’t feel right. What do you mean by that?”
“So you do want to talk,” Vanta said quietly, looking down at him.
“We’re already here, man, we cut classes for this shit so we better get over this.” Wilson sighed, shrugging.
“Are you sure you don’t mind and you’re comfortable?” Vanta asked, pushing Wilson’s legs aside gently so he could sit fully on the bed. Wilson crossed his arms.
“Is it going to be too much?”
“Possibly,” Vanta said, pressing his hands together. “It’s just us here, Wilson.”
The shorter blonde looked away for a moment before he nodded.
“When I said it felt wrong,” Vanta whispered, voice vulnerable. “I meant it didn’t feel the same when you and I kissed.” Wilson didn’t answer so Vanta proceeded.
“When…” He choked out, rubbing his forehead. “When you kissed me, I enjoyed it. I felt comfort or whatever cheesy shit people say when they kiss someone they like. When I kissed Mimi, it didn’t feel that way. I don’t know. I don’t know, okay?”
He looked up and saw Wilson was watching him, jaw clenched. The taller man inhaled, pressing his lips together. “Wilson say something.” He whispered, his hand slowly creeping to hold the other blonde’s hand gently. “I don’t know who I am, but all I know is that I want to clear myself to you so you won’t think I’m bullshitting.”
“What do you mean?” Wilson mumbled. “What do you mean you don’t know who you are?”
“Well, obviously, I’m not straight anymore for liking kissing a boy my age,” Vanta said, his voice low but dripping with sarcasm that made Wilson’s face fall. “Listen, it doesn’t matter.” He continued, running a hand through his hair. “Wilson, I liked kissing you.” He whispered, his hand gripping his tighter.
Wilson looked at his hand between Vanta’s. “When you came here last night… what was that about?”
“I came to test if something’s wrong with me,” Vanta answered right away quietly. “Because when I kissed her, I didn’t feel warm, you know? Like I did with you. It’s crazy to say this out loud but I’m speaking the truth. When I kissed her,” He inhaled. “She didn’t taste like you. She didn’t smell like you. She wasn’t you .”
“There’s nothing wrong with that, though,” Vanta continued with a silent mumble, his thumb absentmindedly stroking Wilson’s knuckles.
Wilson let out a breathless chuckle, “When you didn’t… come over last night,” He said, his eyes swinging back and forth as if he was contemplating what he was about to say. “I did plan to sleep early, you know? Sleep it off. You’re not gonna let go of what I am about to say but I was jealous.”
“Of what?”
“ Of what? Vanta, you come over every day after school even on weekends and that ended yesterday because you finally got someone, a girl, to be with. I think it’s bound to happen, anyway. Us hanging out after school to talk shit about everything like we’re in our own world won’t last forever.” Wilson told him, his voice cracking a bit. “Whatever, it’s stupid.”
“It’s not,” Vanta cut him off, their fingers now intertwined with each other. “It’s not stupid. I just told you equally embarrassing shit not even five minutes ago.”
“So, yeah,” Wilson let out a sad chuckle, his eyes downcasted. “I was jealous. Fuck, why was I jealous?”
“Glad to know we’re on the same page,”
“You looked crazy last night,” Wilson informed him. “Yesterday afternoon, too.” He let out a belly laugh. “I remember Claude saying you look like you ate a sour fruit.”
Vanta huffed before he let out a chuckle. “Close enough.”
“I could tell something was wrong especially when you asked for a kiss. I honestly didn’t know what was going on with you.”
“It’s not like I told you, anyway. I only had that realization when I first kissed Mimi. I knew I didn’t like it when it didn’t give me the same feel as you did to me.”
“Is this you admitting you like me?” Wilson teased, his eyes sparkling with mirth. Vanta could only watch his face with soft eyes.
“If that isn’t a clear implication, motherfucker, then I don’t know what is.”
“Oh, come on! Why do you have to ruin it?” WIlson snapped, squeezing Vanta’s fingers harshly between his palms making the other boy yelp.
“What the fuck, man? What do you want me to say?”
“Ah, whatever. It’s not like I expected you to be a sweet boyfriend, anyway.” Wilson sighed. Vanta’s lips twisted into a stupid smile. “How should I know? You’ve never been in a relationship before.”
“I’ll show you,” Vanta challenged. “I’ll show you how sweet of a boyfriend I can be.”
“Oh, yeah? What are you gonna do, bring me flowers?”
Vanta’s nose wrinkled. “Do you even like flowers?”
“I don’t know, do I?” Wilson asked slyly, giggling when Vanta poked his side.
“I’m fucking serious, WIlson. The only thing I know you like is that amphibian bastard from Metal Gear.”
Wilson burst out laughing at that, throwing his head back. “Amphibian bastard? You mean Snake?”
“Yeah, whatever.” Vanta snapped, smiling when Wilson sat up properly to get closer. “Maybe I can give you a photo album of that guy instead of flowers.”
The other blonde laughed again, his hair tickling Vanta’s cheek. “You can try, I’ll make a shrine of him here.”
“My boyfriend and his other boyfriend,” Vanta drawled, leaning in to nose his cheek. It was so easy to be with him. “Hey.” He whispered, their intertwined hands between them.
Wilson’s eyelids fluttered. “Hm, yeah?”
“I like you. It took me over night to realize, but yeah, I fucking like you.” Vanta whispered, his hands tightening around his once again.
“I know,” Wilson said softly, opening his eyes. “I’m still scared that I’ll lose you as a friend if we ever… broke up.”
Vanta’s eyes tightened, “No. I’m not gonna let that happen. You’ve had my back since before, Wilson, and I ain’t letting anything bad happen between us. What happened last night, when you kicked me out, that wasn’t even a real fight but it broke me. I couldn’t sleep knowing we weren’t in good terms. I don’t think I can last more days without talking or seeing you.”
“You’re so stupid,” Wilson hid his face in Vanta’s neck, his cheeks and nose burning from embarrassment and giddiness. Vanta dropped a kiss on his temple.
“I’m scared to lose what we have right now but it’s scarier to pretend we don’t have feelings for each other and act like nothing happened. What happens if you fell for another person? I’ll seriously…” His pressed his mouth firmer against WIlson’s earlobe. “... lose it.”
Wilson flinched, feeling ticklish as he leaned away while biting his lip. He stared into Vanta’s eyes as he sat straight again, their noses brushing against one another. “Is this the right tension to start a kiss?” Vanta whispered, his hand letting go of Wilson’s to place them over the blonde’s nape and jaw.
Wilson placed his hands on Vanta’s hips, their knees touching as they sat in front of each other on the bed. “If you think it is, then you can start one.”
Vanta slowly climbed on to his lap, making hi heart stutter unstoppably in his chest. His hand travelled from Vanta’s hips to hold his outer thighs instead, gripping them gently as their forehead’s touched.
Vanta tilted Wilson’s jaw upwards and finally pressed their lips against each other. Wilson hummed, allowing their mouths to stay still for a moment before he took the lead, moving them against one another slowly and sensually.
He could feel how Vanta’s breath stuttered against his mouth, his lips molding against his as he tasted him, his eyebrows furrowing. He pulled away slightly to kiss Vanta’s chin before he kissed him again, teasingly letting his tongue out between them and licked his lips/
Vanta gasped softly, allowing his boyfriend’s tongue to breach past his lips and licked into his mouth. Vanta dropped on his lap, his arms now circling around Wilson’s neck to kiss him closer and deeper, memorizing how he smelled and tasted, and thought, ‘Yeah, this is right.’
He could feel his cheeks heating up as Wilson’s hands squeezed his thighs before it traveled back up again to hold his waist, making him shudder. Wilson chuckled lowly against his mouth, his lips slick and swollen from kissing as he kissed his jaw softly. “Next time,” The shorter blond whispered, smirking. “I’ll teach you how to give a hickey.”
Vanta’s cheeks flamed, groaning as he hid his face in Wilson’s shoulder. “Fuck you.”
Wilson laughed into his ear, hugging his waist.
Yeah, this felt right.