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 Wilbur rolled to the side on his bed, eyes still closed, trying to hug Tommy. As he couldn't seem to touch the younger's body, he opened his eyes, only to find Tommy was no longer laying by his side. He lifted up his eyes and saw him sitting by the window, wearing one of Wilbur's sweaters and staring down onto the street. The music was still playing in Wilbur's speakers, but he didn't pay any mind to it as he got up and put his boxers on, sitting next to the blond.

"Hey." Tommy turned his head to look at him, doe-eyed and pale, like he'd just seen a ghost.

"Hey, Tom." He spoke quietly and slowly as the memories from the night before loaded into his head one after another, leaving him confused. "My head fucking hurts. How do you feel?"

"I feel weird." He replied simply, staring into the distance.

The brunet's memories got progressively worse as he remembered when he started drinking and what happened after that. Now it was his turn to look like he saw a ghost.

"Do you remember what happened last night? I'm having a bit of trouble with it." His voice shook slightly.

"I do," He affirmed. "really well. I remember it clearly, Wilbur."

Wilbur felt his gut twist. How'd it get to this? He went too far, way too far. He was done for. Screwed. Fucked. The words echoed through his head.

'I messed up I messed up I messed up'

"Do you really not remember?" Tommy tilted his head at him. He looked disappointed.

"I do. Not everything. Tom-" He was interrupted by the younger getting up and walking over to turn the speakers off.

"Great. I was afraid I'd have to explain it to you." Tommy chuckled. "Now I can leave." 

"You're leaving?" He parroted, sounding more affected by it than he'd like to.

"I think you understand why I'm leaving." The boy started packing his clothes into his backpack. "I'll talk to you when I can. I won't ghost you forever." He sounded dry and uninterested in Wilbur. It was over. He was leaving.

"Tom." His voice cracked. "We can talk this through, please don't go."

"Talk it through?" He scoffed. "I don't think I can do that right now." He closed his backpack and swung it onto his shoulder.

"Please," Wilbur couldn't keep pretending he wasn't affected. "don't leave me here. Please."

"I'm sorry. I can't do this."

And just like that he walked out of Wilbur's bedroom, leaving the brunet alone in his apartment as tears began to fall down his cheeks and his hands started to tremble. How could he have let this happen?

--

Wilbur groaned as he reached his climax, cumming on his right hand and wiping the sweat off of his face with the other. He looked over to the letter Tommy had given him earlier sitting unopened on his nightstand. They had an habit of writing each other letters, it was just a 'friends' thing. Wilbur hated that phrase. God, was this post-nut clarity?

The brunet stumbled to his bathroom, taking his time to clean himself before laying on his bed again and picking up his phone.

Toms <3: today was funn :D miss you already

He sighed.

Will: Miss you too, man. Glad we got to spend the day together 😊

He let go of his phone and closed his eyes, putting his hands over them and letting out a long sigh. He was so tired. Wilbur loved to spend time with Tommy, but being with the boy and having to deal with his thoughts around him always resulted in him feeling drained at the end of the day. He wished he could just get this over with but it wasn't the right time yet. He didn't even know what he was waiting for.

Toms <3: hey

Toms <3: you wanna bike and get a coffee tmr?

Wilbur opened his eyes at the sound of the notifications. He groaned as he read Tommy's messages.

Will: 'Course, Tom :)

Will: Come to mine in the morning, I'm free after 8

That boy was going to fucking kill him.

--

As the door swung open Wilbur was immediately greeted with a bright smile and a hug.

"Good morning!" Tommy chirped. "Grab your bike, let's go!"

Wilbur's expression was soft, something about Tommy's excitement made him excited himself despite his tiredness already early in the morning. He picked up his bike and brought it outside the apartment while the younger impatiently pressed the elevator button down the hall.

"God, how do you have so much energy so early in the morning?" Wilbur chuckled.

"It's not that early." He stepped into the elevator as soon as the doors opened. "Also, I'm happy to spend time with you, you know that." He said softly.

Wilbur carefully placed his bike inside the elevator. "You're so infatuated with me. My biggest fan." He joked, though he wished it were true.

Tommy looked up at the older with a wide smile. "Shut up." After a long moment, he spoke again. "Maybe I am."

The brunet's expression shifted and before he could ask what Tommy meant the doors were open again, the blond leaving the elevator as fast as he got in. Wilbur quickly followed. He felt weird whenever Tommy left him behind.

"Come on, Will" He dragged out his voice, getting on his bike and waiting for the man leaving the building.

They went out to their favorite coffee shop, Wilbur looking at Tommy more than anything on their way.

--

"What you looking at?" Tommy's voice broke Wilbur out of his thoughts. He didn't notice he'd been staring.

"Nothing, I'm just... thinking." The man swallowed.

"Mhm." He didn't question any further, sipping his latte.

Wilbur looked down at his cappuccino. Tommy happily drank his coffee, paying no mind to the older's continued staring. He started to drink his own, losing himself in thought again.

"You're not feeling talkative today, are you?" Tommy smiled as he got on his bike.

Wilbur shook his head. Tommy gave him a thoughtful look.

"Race me to the shore?" The blond didn't wait for a response as he took off.

"Hey!" The older yelled, following as fast as he could.

Tommy was going too fast and it suddenly worried Wilbur. His worry was proven right when he watched the boy fall over, quickly dropping his bike and running to the shorter.

"Tom, are you okay-" Wilbur froze at the sight in front of him. "Jesus..."

Tommy sat on the ground, groaning in pain, blood dripping down his mouth and covering his knees and elbows. Tears started to well up in his eyes and Wilbur felt his face heat up.

"Fuck, help me..." Tears began to fall down Tommy's face, his eyes closing while he grimaced.

"Shh, it's okay, I'll help you." The taller tried to help the boy calm down, while also trying to keep himself grounded.

Tommy had a small cut on his mouth, deep red flowing out of it, and Wilbur had never wanted to kiss him more than in that moment.

He helped Tommy up. "I think it's better to walk you home."

"Are you serious? Are you not gonna take me back to yours and take care of me?!" The blond looked back at him in indignation.

The thought of tending to his wounds made Wilbur flinch. "I'm sorry, Tom, I can't."

Tommy frowned. "Okay. Let's get me home then." He picked up his bike and swung his arm over Wilbur's shoulders for support.

With his own bike in hands he looked down at the shorter with a concerned expression.

After getting Tommy back to his house not so safe and sound and hugging him goodbye, Wilbur raced back to his apartment. He put his bike back in place and locked the door, making his way to his bedroom and throwing himself on the bed. He kicked his shoes off and shut his eyes, forcing himself to fall asleep.

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When the brunet woke up, it was already late. "Fuuuuuuuck-" He groaned, squeezing his eyes together. 

His pants felt tighter than they already were when he remembered what had brought him home so fast earlier. He squirmed, bringing his pants down and exposing his cock to the cold night air. He started to pump himself, closing his eyes and sighing, the images of Tommy's bloodied lips flooding his mind. He started to imagine himself kissing them, feeling the taste of the younger's blood. It felt so weird, but it felt so right.

"Tommy-" Wilbur moaned, firmly stroking himself, his head falling back and his eyes still closed.

It didn't take long for Wilbur to finish. All he had to do was imagine fucking Tommy's mouth, his bloody lips wrapping around his cock and sucking it while the blood dripped down. He panted as he came down from his high and the realization hit him.

'What the fuck?!'

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Weeks had passed since that happened, Wilbur didn't know how many. It was almost Christmas.

Toms <3: i miss you man :(

Toms <3: where'd you go

Toms <3: talk to me

He felt a pang of sadness reading the notifications, and he wasn't going to reply until Tommy started spamming him with the word 'talk' over and over.

Will: Hey man

Will: Sorry, been busy

Toms <3: come over please

Toms <3: i miss you

Will: I can't Tom

Will: I'm really sorry

Will: Miss you too

Tom: ☹️

Wilbur felt like dying. He couldn't explain to the boy why he had been avoiding him. He couldn't bring himself to stop avoiding him either. Hell, he was hopeless.

The brunet hasn't felt the same about the younger ever since he came with him in mind. He literally had an orgasm thinking of his best friend. What the fuck was wrong with him? He was a freak.

But Tommy's blood shined in such a special way. Wilbur's tongue and the metallic taste were meant for each other. Oh, how he loved every bit of Tommy, every crimson drip in his veins.

'Fucking freak'

He interrupted his train of thought. This wasn't right. He couldn't feel this way. Not about Tommy. Wilbur unlocked his phone and stared at the last photo they had taken together. He was trying so hard to fight these feelings but it was so difficult. It was almost bittersweet. Was this meant to be?

--

December 21st. Wilbur had finally picked up a call from Tommy. They talked. Everything was fine. Wilbur was going to be okay.

'He would hate me...'

There were a million reasons as to why he shouldn't. He should keep the thoughts to himself. But he wanted to tell Tommy so bad. Maybe he would comfort him, hug him and tell him it was alright.

'Maybe he'd never look at me again'

Wilbur's thoughs were going to ruin him one day. But right now was not the time. He was worried about the blond, who had told him over the phone he might be spending Christmas by himself. Wilbur noticed how the boy often found himself scared of being alone. The taller didn't know what to tell him at the time. An "I'm here if you need me" might've helped.

'Whatever'

--

It was one of the rare times where it snowed in Brighton. The night was freezing cold and so was Wilbur's apartment. He shivered as he turned the heater on and proceeded to sit down and grab his phone.

Toms <3: can we talk

Toms <3: please

Toms <3: call me when you see this

And so he did. He felt a bit of concern rise when the blond didn't pick up. Tommy almost always picked up. Wilbur called again. Suddenly, he heard banging on his door, quickly getting up to open it. His heart dropped at the sight of a teary-eyed, shaking Tommy.

"I-I didn't want to spend Christmas alone." His voice broke and he hugged Wilbur tightly, tears spilling out.

The brunet didn't react at first, then he pulled the younger inside and closed the door. He wrapped his arms around the shorter in an attempt to soothe him. After a few moments, it seemed to have worked.

"I'm sorry for being a burden on Christmas." Tommy sniffled, laughing at himself. It broke Wilbur's heart.

"You're not a burden, Tom." The man caressed his hair, wiping the tears off of his face.

Tommy smiled slightly. "I love you." He murmured.

"I love you too." Wilbur murmured back. He wished he could say more. "I'm gonnna make us some hot chocolate." He changed the subject in his mind, getting up.

The younger made himself comfortable on Wilbur's couch. The brunet's house felt almost like his own. To Tommy, anywhere with Wilbur could feel like home.

The older walked back into the living room holding two mugs, proceeding to hand one over to the blond. Tommy happily took it, sipping the liquid with a smile. Wilbur sat down next to him and they talked for what felt like hours.

"Thank you for letting me be here with you." Tommy began sheepishly. "I feel better now. It's like you always make me feel better." He tilted his head slightly and smiled sweetly.

"Don't thank me. It's because I have a superpower called 'loving you way too much'." The taller smiled back. "Sorry, was that weird?" He quickly backtracked.

"No, no, don't worry." The blond reassured. He then stayed silent, looking at Wilbur.

Wilbur's eyes darted down to Tommy's lips. He leaned in slightly. The boy didn't pull back. He got closer again. And again.

'I could just-'