"When are we going to go to third base?" Will asked Jem, irritated. They were sleeping in Will's bed, doing nothing that should be done in your boyfriend's bed.
Jem rolled over on his side, groaning. "If you can wait 2 years, you can most definitely wait another week."
"But - "
Jem silenced Will. His hand clamped over Will's mouth. His lips were wet and moist, warm. Will pulled Jem's hand off and pulled Jem on top of his body.
"What are you doing?" the silver-head mumbled.
Will started to rock his hips. A growing erection prodded at Jem's thigh, close to his hole. "Nothing, really. I'm just trying to relieve this, you don't have to do anything, James."
Jem scooched back. He settled himself on Will's knees, far from the tent in his pajamas. He grabbed the blanket near the bottom of the bed and filled in the distance he made between them.
"Don't do that, baby."
"Don't call me that."
Will curled his finger, telling Jem to come closer. Jem stubbornly shook his head.
Will smiled. "I won't do anything. So don't be scared."
"Liar," Jem whispered.
"You're making me sad, James. Just come here for a sec." Will intertwined their hands together, softly tugging Jen closer.
Jem cautiously climbed closer up Will. He stopped, sitting on Will's stomach.
Will gripped Jem's hips and slowly pushed Jem's shirt up.
"I thought you said you weren't going to do anything." Jem shivered. The room was warm and Will's fingers were cold.
"I'm not doing anything inappropriate," Will hummed. His fingers kneaded in the right places to make Jem arch his back or whimper.
"Do you like this?"
Jem shook his head. Though the erection in his pants said otherwise.
"How cute," Will mumbled and pressed his cheek to Jem's stomach.
He placed kisses here and there just to feel Jem writhe under his hands. God, why did James have to be so incredibly sexy?
Will nipped at Jem's sensitive neck to see how Jem would react.
"Nng - Will, stop - a-ah - " Jem's sweet voice moaned in Will's ear. Jem rolled his hips, making friction between his bulge and Will's thigh.
"Fuck, James," Will mumbled. He rubbed Jem's arousal. He could feel the dick pulse under his touch.
"Uuhn - nng - "
"How soaked are your boxers?"
Jem bit his lip and closed his eyes, focusing on the hand that was touching him. He didn't notice Will slip in a hand. Will brushed a fingertip across the wet fabric. Woah.
"I want to see how wet you've got."
Jem got on his knees and slipped off his pants. His boxers were soaked, partially where his dick was. Jem's cock was erected enough that it peeked out of the band. Will hooked his fingers under the waistband and tugged them down. Will watched the cock twitch under his gaze. Cute.
Will pushed Jem down so that he sat down. Will parted Jem's legs for a better view and access. The blonde held the twitching member and slowly moved his hand.
"Ah - " Jem clutched the sheets tightly. It was too good.
Will held it a bit tighter and pumped it faster. The precum leaking from Jem's pink head lubricated Will's fingers, making the movement easier. Jem started to buck his hips to meet Will's hand. The pale teen grabbed his boyfriend's hand.
"A - ah, stop Will. I'm going to, NNG - " Wil tightened his hold and moved faster.
Jem's hand loosened. He didn't have the strength to do anything anymore. He felt like he was melting. The pleasure was taking over the poor boy's body. Jem let Will continue. He just wanted to come. The heat pooled up, making his stomach churn and his body to shudder.
"Nng - " Jem thrust his hips up as his cum came out. The semen stained Will's shirt. It dripped down Jem's cooling erection, and over the calloused fingers that were still holding the dick. "Sorry," Jem hoarsely whispered.
Will sat in between Jem's legs. He was still trying to process what the hell just happened. Always composed Jem just came into his hand. He noticed the white fluid seeping through his t-shirt. Holy fuck.
Jem and Will took showers, got dressed and left for school. Jem couldn't get his mind off of what happened this morning. He couldn't. It was so embarrassing. He came in his best friend's hand for Heaven's sake. Will couldn't get his mind off of it either. Jem came in his hand. The one he spent half of his life with came by his hand. Jem came from Will's hand. Jem's flushed face was too cute to handle. Will blissfully sighed.
"You were - "
"Shut up," Jem mumbled and walked ahead Will.
Will smirked. Jem was incredibly cute.
Will waited for his silver-head to come out of the school. He felt happy and fidgety. The two could finally walk home as lovers. They could hold hands and act like couples.
But Jem thought differently.
"Why are you just waiting here?" Jem asked.
"So we can walk home together of course." Will smiled his rare smile. He reached for Jem's hand, who pulled back.
"It's embarrassing."
"But - "
"I have to go to practice. So you should go home first," Jem said quickly and walked off in the opposite direction.
Will frowned. He caught up to Jem. He grabbed his arm. "I'll stay behind with you. I'll wait."
Throughout band, Jem could feel a tingle on the back of his neck. He turned his violin to the side and saw Will's reflection lounging on a chair behind him. The brown-head kept leaning forward on his elbows, and blowing a stream of cold air to Jem's spine. Will wanted to have Jem in his arms right now. But he needed to be patient. Patience is always the answer. Will sighed.
"Stop it," Jem hissed.
"I'm bored, James."
"Who told you to come? It's ending in a few minutes anyways."
Will sat back in the chair, tipping it on its hind legs. He closed his eyes. Just a little nap before band ended. He buried his face in his scarf, getting comfortable.
...
"Will," a soft voice whispered. It sounded like his little sister. Cecily. He was trapped in a dark room. A cave. He was in a black nowhere. It was the same dream like every other night. It always started like this - Cecily calling him. Will knew how this dream went. It always ended with him falling in an endless black pit. But this time it felt different somehow.
He ran towards the voice, hoping to find his little sister. "Will." He turned around. "Will." Where was Cecily's voice coming from? A hand clasped his shoulder. Will grabbed the invisible hand and squeezed it.
"WHO ARE YOU?" He screamed out to the darkness. "WHERE IS SHE?"
Cecily whimpered. A hushed cry echoed around Will. Cecily was getting hurt. He couldn't let that happen. He ran towards her cry, but those invisible hands held onto him, pulling him in the opposite direction. Will thrashed at them. Will had to go save Cecily. He had to.
"Will."
He fought the hands harder.
"WILL."
He slowed down. Something was off. It wasn't Cecily's voice. It was deeper, familiar. The hands on him became thinner and more fragile. The black pigment became lighter, and lighter until it was a pale white. Small blisters covered each soft finger. Will knew these hands.
Will stopped fighting all together. "Who are you?"
"Will, wake up." A hand shook his shoulder lightly. "You're okay. Wake up."
Will stirred, his eyes slowly opening. "W-what? W-who?" He muttered.
Jem smiled at the wakening teen. His silver hair was out-of-place, and his hands red. Jem carefully pressed his hands on either side of Will's face.
Even with a thick scarf, a warm jacket, and heating in the band room, Will was cold. The dream shook him up so much. He didn't want to have an episode in front of Jem. Will had to be strong. Yet he welcomed Jem's warm hands.
"I'm sorry," Will whispered.
"Don't be. We're together and we're supposed to be there for each other. Even when the other doesn't want company." Jem kissed Will's forehead and smiled.
"Stop it, you're making me blush and numby," Will mumbled. He pulled Jem closer, so that the silver-head was standing in between his legs. Will pressed his face against Jem's waist.
"I guess that makes the two of us." Jem wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck.
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