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Summary : Will and James have been friends for a very long time, and they used to hang out a lot more than they do now. With will focusing so much on his YouTube channel, and James off being the musician he is. It was complicated for the both of them to find time to spend just hanging out. But Will didn’t let this hinder their friendship, he called James all the time. Anytime he saw James online really. For anything. And James enjoyed it, but it was strange the more he thought about it. He just pushed it off as a friendly gesture. At least until it went a step further.

18+ , MDNI

Content : rpf, friends to lovers, fluff, smut

Will was at home, doing absolutely nothing for yet another weekend. Thinking about how he should pick up a hobby, so he doesn’t feel as unproductive as he does on days like these. Music playing out for his whole living room to hear, his whole empty living room. He sunk into his seat a little more, the hood of his grey hoodie sliding farther over his head. If there’s one thing he was good at on a day like today, it was wallowing.

He let out a huff of sorts, and opened his laptop at the desk in front of him. His eyes scanning the screen, thinking of something to do. Scrolling some tabloid for a couple seconds, before letting his head fall onto the table with a small thud. It was 6pm on a Saturday. And here he was, alone, at his apartment. And it’s not like he even particularly wanted someone over, he was just flat out bored.

And to his surprise, someone else seemed to be too. As he straightened himself up, and picked up his phone to open Instagram shamefully : only to find a familiar friend online. James Marriott. He looked down at his phone, scanning the screen as he clicked on his profile. Only to be taken over to his close friends story, which contained a small video of some sort of club atmosphere. And something tugged at his conscience, but it wasn’t a form of fear of missing out. It was moreso that he was now upset he couldn’t just phone James. That somehow this guy had a better social life than him (which he already knew, but this was salt in the wound).

But, maybe he could still ring him. The story was posted an hour ago, and maybe James wasn’t even enjoying himself. Could be a pick me up.

Will flipped his phone down onto the table. Rubbing his temple as he began to get upset at himself. What was he doing? Even thinking about invading on James personal time like that. He knew it couldn’t be justified if he called him for his own selfish reasons. However, something about thinking James might ditch his other friends for him got wills hopes up a little. Even though there was a high chance James might not even pick up.

But alas, will was never one for being an easy friend. So he picked up his phone once more, navigating to call James, and finalizing his decision with a simple press of a button. He immediately switched it to speaker, and got up to walk around for the duration of this call.

The line rang for what felt like 10 minutes (which in reality was about 5 seconds longer than will is used to James answering in). And then it stopped ringing, and he could hear the bustling sounds of a nightclub.

“Will? — whats up mate?”

Will stirred for a minute, changing directions as he paced around his dimly lit room.

“Oh, uh. Wasn’t ’specting for yous to pick up. With the popularity ‘n all”

He chuckles, dryly. Scratching at his own jeans as he fidgeted away his overthinking thoughts. How this was already turning out a strange vibe for an otherwise normal call. But maybe James hadn’t caught onto that yet. Hopefully.

“Yet I did. So where do we go with this now”

Shit. He hadn’t thought that far.

“Right. I uh — I can hear you’re probably busy, so maybe this is a no brainer. But I was wonderin’ if yous wanted to came over, I’m doing nothin’ and I’d thought it’s worth a shot to ask.”

Silence. You could cut the tension with a knife, if it weren’t for the club music. It did lessen the pressure, yet will swore he was beading sweat. For zero reason. Why was he so nervous, he never thought twice about calling James. And maybe it was the nauseous feeling rising in his chest, or the butterflies in his stomach, or the slowing increasing pressure and heat of his crotch, but — god. This had to be the drinks catching up to him. He knew the amount of drink he had today was an awful idea. He was fully in his head about it all. Just now realizing the severity of his condition. He was absolutely battered. And it only dawned on him after getting up from his spot, seeing the drinks in the bin. And feeling the now dry and itchiness of his throat, which he then cleared. (Partly for himself, and partly to remind James he was there)

“Are you alright?”

And Jesus, for what felt like minutes of response time was a painfully mundane reply.

“Swell. Yourself?”

He’s slurring.

“You’re drunk.”

“Not the slightest,”

“You’re not convincing.”

“Come over?”

.. silence.

“Sure, I’m nearby anyways”

“Only if you want”

“I want to will, don’t worry”

“Feel bad taking yous from your friends”

“I’ll be there soon, will”

The line goes dead.

Throughout their conversation, James' demeanor had shifted significantly. Starting out as a more annoyed and awkward tone, and softening his voice as the conversation progressed. Even chuckling a little at wills desperate attempted at pretending he cared about taking James to himself.

James was his best friend. That wasn’t a weird thing to want.

——————

What felt like ages went by, and by no means was will getting any more sober. Sitting lackluster in his chair, swinging himself slightly on the wheels of it as he awaited his guests arrival.

He hadn’t planned on what to say to him, or even what to have them do. If he had pulled James from a club he felt like maybe he should provide something to occupy the other. So he racked his brain, thinking of clubs, then fun you would have at clubs, then to strippers, then to the services they provided, then to James, then — James. Why he was thinking of James and strippers in the same strain of thought wildly confused him. And then tried to trace back his thoughts.

Right, entertainment provided by clubs.

Well now he had flustered himself. Thinking of James along with a more crude approach to things. Why did beer make him horny. And not only horny, but borderline perverted.

He swallowed dryly, scanning his room for a minute, trying to push down the feeling of the tightness in his underwear.

Then his eyes caught his closet, a familiar green paper sticking from a bin on one of the middle shelves.

He pushed himself up, walking over, and carefully peeling the magazine from the bin. Holding it out in front of him, mesmerized by his best friend plastered on the cover. James Marriott, for dork. And as much as he teased his friend for it, he looked fucking amazing spralled across that cover.

He felt an uneasy feeling rise within him, something telling him he needed to sort himself out before James got here. Only connecting the otherwise shameful thoughts as he looked down to the only growing bulge in his pants, and back up to this edition of dork magazine.

He’d decided on his choice within seconds, retreating to his bathroom with the magazine without a seeming second thought. Desire burning deep in his stomach as the friction of his jeans only worsened the pressure in his pants.

Once he got through the door of his bathroom, it was only seconds later that he dropped his jeans and underwear. Exposing himself to his own apartment, bathroom door left ajar. He sat himself on the toilet, for a place to sit as he took this new weird fantasy with big strides at a time.

And a little after that, he worked up enough spit to collect in his hand, and gloss over his cock with. Within the first stroke, he’s already holding onto the paper far too hard, crinkling it slightly as he lets out a small groan. Nothing too special, he’s barely even pumping his hand yet.

He looks directly at the magazine, studying the other as if he were here right now : the curves of his body, the way they captured his eyes so well, the way he sat — his arms perfectly outstretched behind him. Will could only imagine how James could use his hands to work him. And vice versa.

He’s pumping his hand much more efficiently now, catching a rhythm somewhere in the heat of admiring the other. He’s always been on the louder side, and with every slide and twist of his hand a new whine, whimper or moan leaves his mouth. He stays at it, a “James” or two finding its way out of wills mouth, alongside the moans and whimpers.

He’s speeding up, squeezing the magazine with his white knuckles as his knees turn in on themselves slightly. He’s too involved with himself, and the noises he’s making are enough to allow James to silently slip into wills flat with his spare key.

James thinks to call out for him, that’s what he should do. But as his mouth opens slightly to call out for will, he remembers that will might be drunk. Maybe a headache, or he’s managed to fall asleep.

But upon hearing a faint noise coming from the direction of wills room, James rules those out. Slipping off his boots, and shuffling in the direction of wills room. The noise picks up, now painfully clear it is being made by will. Over and over. James froze, momentarily. Obviously the noise was familiar. Not from will, but, it wasn’t rocket science.

It took him another moment to decide to explore the noise, in the off chance it’s something else. Or maybe more in hopes that it is exactly what he thinks it is. And with each step closer to his bedroom, the hope is rising in him higher. One foot after the other, James ventures further into the hallway. Pushing wills door open just enough to let himself in, and lingering for a moment as he wet his lips.

The noises alone were enough to have James sinking his teeth in his bottom lip. The pit in his stomach growing alongside the faint aspiration of a semi in his pants. He lets his eyes flutter shut, only to bring a hand up to palm himself slightly — at the noises alone.

He’s only bright back to reality when will calls out James name once more (though the first time since James has discovered him like this.) and his eyes open again, his hand falling from his now painfully obvious semi.

That couldn’t be right, he had imagined that. He had imagined will calling out his name. Or maybe will knew he was there. But that was impossible too. Fuck. What was he meant to do? Wait for the other to finish and act like nothing had happened? No. His bulge would then be impossible to go unnoticed.

He sucked down a swallow of spit. Wetting his lips once more as his throat only grew more dry. He was going to confront will, in the off chance that will had actually said his name and meant it.

He brought his hand up to the already slightly ajar door, and sucked in a quick breath before parting it open further.

“Will?”

Was the only thing to leave his mouth, before witnessing the somewhat laughable sight.

Wills sat on the toilet, magazine in hand, wanking himself off.

And slightly delayed, will quickly covers himself. His knees cascading together as he moves the magazine to cover himself up.

“For fucks sake!”

He yells, causing James to slide the door back to only slightly ajar. James can’t help but laugh to himself, the last sight he had on will was his own face pressed into his cock, even if it was unfortunately a paper copy.

“Fuck! Sorry — I’m sorry!”

He wasn’t. But, maybe he was. For himself. But will had invited him round. This wasn’t his fault.

“Usually people do this thing called knocking”

Will yells once more, overcome by the embarrassment. But even more by the fact that he had been so close, and now he wasn’t.

James had known what he saw. He wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what magazine had been tucked into wills hand. And it was only turning him on more. His knuckles whitening as he gripped the doorknob, a million thoughts plaguing his mind as his dick took the logical thinking from his brain.

“Is that why you invited me?”

Will chokes, and it only brings a soft smile to James face.

“Fuck — what? No man. I-“

Wills slurring again, stumbling over his words. He’s just getting annoyed now. James had interrupted him, and was now asking him useless questions.

“If you wanted to get off to me you could’ve just asked.”

Will doesn’t make a noise this time. But James hears the magazine meet the floor when he drops it. Which made him slightly more nervous.

Until he hears will get back up, and go to open the door. Which James lets him. But as James’ gaze roots around wills body, he’s clothed again. And that really disappointed him. He clearly overstepped.

Will clears his throat. Walking over to the bed and sitting down. Which, James is only about two steps behind him as he does. And he feels the spot next to him in the bed cave under the weight of another. It’s only closely accompanied by James fingers brushing past wills, and slightly up his arm, before retreating. It sends chills up his exposed body. He can feel his cock twitching back to life under the fabric of his boxers.

“It’s, not what it looks like.”

“It’s exactly what it looks like.”

“S’ not.”

“Can it be?”

Will goes silent after James request. Was James drunk too? What else could explain this sudden shift in their otherwise strictly friendly relationship.

He can feel James staring at him. And when he sneaks a glance back, it only makes his feelings worse. He was looking at him with a look that could only be explained as pleading, those brown eyes that will often compared to some sort of honey vibe, were being used against him right in this moment. And as he fought to look away, a hand was ghosted over his thigh. He buckled, his posture changing as he brought his hand up over James’. Pushing the others hand deeper and farther up his own thigh. The only thing between them being his underwear.

James’ breath hitched, relaxing his shoulders as he took the initiative to run his hands over will. Bringing his thumb up over his crotch as he traces his fingers up the olders thigh, which earned a shaky breath from will.

Will couldn’t take any more teasing. Any more tension would break the poor guy. And it was clear both of them wanted this by now.

“Please james,”

He begged. They had hardly done anything yet and he was already begging James for more. To which he eagerly complied, of course.

Those two words were like candy to James, deciding that was his final green light. He twisted his body to face will just enough to have his head in the crook of his neck, planting kisses there as he continued to rub him up over his underwear. His other hand moving swiftly to root into wills hair and tilt his head to expose his neck further.

“Fuck -“

Will was usually a man of many words, now cut down to a single explicative to express the intense heat bundled up in his crotch. But something hit him, causing him to zone in on the situation. He had never bottomed. So, pushing through the overwhelming pleasure that was being laid over his neck, he retaliated momentarily. Pushing James slightly off of him so he could swing his leg over James, straddling him now.

And only seconds after were their lips cascading together, an intense fight over dominance that could only be described as pathetic. Neither of their tongues daring to break past into the others quite just yet. That was, until, James brought his hands up : one pressing into wills thigh once more, and the other up and pressing into wills neck. Which earned a gasp from will, and opened up the space for James to bring his tongue into the mix. That was enough to get a harsh moan out of will, right into his mouth.

As they continued to crumble into each other in such a way, it earned a few bucks of wills hips into James. Rubbing his cock harshly into the denim around James thighs, which resulted in more whimpers and moans. And drove James crazy.

Will broke the kiss, finally, and pressed his forehead against James’. His hands both pressed into James’ curls, tangling through his hair as he rocked into him.

James was now a swirl of obscenities, cussing out into the dimly lit room as he got off on just the eagerness of the other. However — he wanted more. He needed more.

So he brought his hands down to cup under wills thighs, earning a sharp whimper from will, and turned him over. Pushing him into the mattress below him, as his hands came up to undo his belt. After fumbling his belt off, he let his jeans drop to the floor with a small thud, looking down at will, all hot and bothered laid out underneath him. His eyes begging for further friction, his hand palming his massive bulge as he looked up at James.

“You’re so pretty, y’know.”

“Fuck off-“

“You got lube?”

Will only followed up with a nod, and a gesture towards the reachable nightstand. James reached over and slotted open the drawer, locating the lube easily. He brought one hand down to tease under wills waistline, snapping it against his skin (to which will replied with a sharp whimper). He used his other hand to flip the cap off the lube, yanking wills underwear off with a quick tug, tossing it off to be dealt with later. He wetted his fingers with lube, rubbing it around to warm it up, but not too much as he wanted to stimulate will as much as he could.

“You alright? Ready?”

Will raised a thumbs up, biting into his bottom lip as he raised his knees for better access.

James wrapped his hand around wills thigh, bringing one leg over his shoulder, as he dug into wills thigh to shove him quickly backwards to have a better angle. Will loved the way he was manhandling him.

James ran his fingers around wills hole, some small noises leaving from the man below him as he squirmed, trying to back himself up into James’ fingers.

“Come on will, you can be patient, can’t you?”

He nodded, even if he felt like he couldn’t. He wanted to be good for James. Give him something to come back for.

James was pleased with wills compliance, dipping a single finger into his asshole, no passed the second crook in his finger. Will squirmed more, a moan leaving his lips as he arched his back into the movement.

“Mmm , more — please”

“Good boy, using your words.”

Will loved that, James gathered from the way will dug his hands into the sheets, gripping them as his cock twitched against his stomach. James loved his body. How much smaller he was than him, that he didn’t have too much muscle, but you could tell the work he put in.

James swiftly entered another finger, pushing them in farther this time. More arching, more moaning, more driving James absolutely insane with lust, that he could only display with deeper movements of his fingers. His fingers digging into the glowing skin of wills thigh. He worked to stretch will out, knowing that this could very well be the first time will had ever taken it up his ass. No matter how many gay jokes he made, he was an absolute rookie. And that made James bubble even more. At the thought of him being wills first. Well — for a guy. Which was just as special in his eyes.

“James - give me you, your dick. Please, I can take it, I promise.”

He spoke softly, his voice cracking from the strain. And James loved it, the hoarseness of wills voice just from all the moaning he was doing alone.

“You sure? That’s a big step, wouldn’t want you to get ahead of yourself.”

James smiled, his fingers brushing past that bunch of nerves that cued up a almost pornagraphic moan from the back of wills throat - that was only followed by a loud plea of his next words :

“Fuck! - yes, please. I’m ready”

So James removed his fingers, will whining at the lack there of. He squeezed the lube out, releasing himself from the confines of his own boxers now. James was big, his cock twitching as it met the open air. And now at the sight of it, wills did aswell. He had no clue James was packing what he was, and was now a little nervous. Though, the excitement was enough to set him off from that. Itching to feel the other inside him, he impatiently writhed underneath him.

James lathered his dick, pumping it a couple times as his head raked back for a moment. Before bringing his gaze back to will. He pressed the head of his cock up to wills entrance, watching as the others chest rose, along with his arch deepening, which only drove James more insane. He pushed himself into will at a reasonable pace, yet still painful for the other, as he had barely been stretched out before. He definitely overestimated himself. The moan that came from the pain though, was absolutely pornagraphic. And James wanted more. He brought his other hand to wills waist, now that he was inside of him, and started to move in and out. Not fully in, but almost fully out, so he could hear each pleasurable moan leave will as he stretched him out with his dick.

After a while of slow progress, he decided will was ready to take more of him, and in rhythm, pushed himself all the way into his hole. Abusing his g-spot with no prior warning, another loud, harsh moan leaving the man under him.

“Fuck! James- god that’s so good.”

He loved the positive reinforcement, only driving him to speed up as he pumped in and out of will.

“Such a good boy, I’m glad I get to be the one to open you up. Mark you as mine.”

Will was already gone far past the ability to take in the process of loosing his (gay?) virginity. His head rolling back into the sheets as he let his eyes roll back and flutter shut at the encouragement. He’d definitely picked the right top. — but had James picked the right bottom for the situation? By the tell of things, it seemed like James was just as enamored by him.

James was intent on now making sure will was present in the moment, hands pressed deeply into his thighs as he thrusted into him with rhythm. He brought a hand up to travel up wills side, treating his skin delicately as he let wills leg slide from his shoulder, and find its way bent up as the other was. He was thrusting will farther into the sheets, pushing himself down at a different angle as he thumbed over his nipple. Watching as he squirmed from the touch underneath him.

The noises from will were at a point of slipping out with no remorse. Unable to upkeep any kind of previous built up pretentious behavior from disappearing in a situation like this. Where usually he might be telling James about what a big fat head he had, but now the only big fat head around was inside of him.

James hand snaked up to wills neck again, this time taking ahold closer to his jaw. Forcing the other a much needed refocusing.

“What’s wrong? You all bark and no bite?”

James’ responses have been nothing short of pure gold flowing over will, and had taken him by a very welcomed surprise. Forced into eye contact, he choked down a swallow.

“N— no. You’re just, really fuckin’ big, n’ really fuckin’ — good”

He speaks in an exhale, as he looks up at James. Those baby blue eyes wet with tears that had curated throughout what felt like an eternity of love, lust, and pain. Wills hair was flushed to his face, wet with sweat, clinging to his forehead in ways he didn’t care to fix. But James did, bringing a hand up to wills face as he pushed his hair back.

“Fuck, will. I wasn’t sure there was a way for you to get any more fucking breathtaking.”

“Shut the fuck up. — I’d hope you’re out of breath. Might need my inhaler after - this”

James could only bring forth a small laughter, watching as will visibly reached the point where he was overly ready to spill. James liberated himself to help him. Ghosting his hand back down his body, and gathering enough spit to wet his hand once more. He couldn’t be asked to mess around with the lube, too much work. Plus, will was wet enough himself that it was plenty to keep them comfortable.

He brought his thumb over wills tip, precome dripping over as James worked him. A whole new slur of noises leaving him as he bucked his hips up, resulting in a harsh remembrance that he was being used in more than one way, as his hole tightened around James at the movement.

“I’m so close- just, like that.”

James smiles, wrapping his hand around will as he began to harshly slide down his length, in tune with his own thrusts.

“Vocal, are we?”

Will nods, immediately retreating back into a dazed state as the tension built in him once again. This was infinitely better than will wanking himself off in the bathroom. Why did he let guys fuck him more often. Why hadn’t he let James fuck him more often.

Wills gone quiet now, allowing himself to be completely taken by pure pleasure, biting down into his lower lip painfully.

“James-”

He’s only mustered up a single word, but James knows exactly what it means. And continues with his movements.

“Come on will, you’ve been so good. You’ve earned it.”

Will sputters, a mix of explicitives, graphic noises, and James name as he spills out over the two of them.

“Such a good boy.”

James speaks, continuing to thrust inside of will as he helps him ride out his climax. James is close too, he was close ages ago, but told himself he’d wait for will first. Which, proved as a much bigger task than he had once assumed. Will was much better at keeping himself together than he had betted on him being. Which resulted in the praises he was determined to supply him with.

“You’re gonna cum in me, right?”

James is caught off guard by the question, not even fully expecting the other to engage in conversation with him after. James had assumed will would just lay there, looking pretty while he complied being what only could be described as James’ personal fleshlight.

“Is that what you want?”

Wills reduced himself to a nod again, pretending like he’s not far past his point of overstimulation. He wants James to want this to happen again just as much as he does, hence the constant compliance. Yet, it’s also for him. For his own fucked up fantasies he’s never dared to risk unpacking. And the thought that James might be able to help him.

“Come on, love. What’d I tell you about using your words.”

Will thinks to protest, but can only bring himself to do just as he’s told, in the off chance that James might not give him exactly what he wants.

“You’re insufferable, but, fuck - if you don’t cum in me, I’ll wrap my legs’ round ya like those babytrappers’”

James can’t help but to note that wills already back in the moment, ready to chime in with painfully demanding retorts, and he decides it’s well time to wrap this up.

“You love me though,”

He can only manage this sentence out with a pleasurable groan, as he reaches his climax through more controlled thrusts in and out of will.

“I love you, though.”

James can’t bare to contain himself after will says that, having never heard it so, unfiltered and sensual out of him. Letting out a few staggered moans as he tips over, spilling out into will as he tightens around him.

He lets himself fall into will, resting his head on his chest as he places a few delicate kisses to him. He can feel wills fingers run through his hair, and doesn’t dare move himself out and away from him. Allowing their peace to linger for just a few moments. There’s something bittersweet about the thoughts in James’ head. Repeating wills words over and over. ‘I love you, though’, was will just saying it for the sake of the sex? Or was this a completely different way of confessing? Surely he couldn’t ask him. But, he would. James was never one for beating around the bush.

He removed himself from will, earning a frown and a dissatisfied groan.

“Come on, we’ve gotta clean up.”

He helps will up, taking him by the hand as they slowly trudge to the shower. James engages the hot water immediately, the steam filling the room. Wills quick to get in, letting the water rush over his body as James observes.

“Did you mean it?”

Wills eyes are closed, but he can feel the expression on James’ face through his words. He’ll play dumb.

“Mean what,”

“You know.”

“Well, I bloody don’t.”

“Don’t act stupid.”

“The only stupid around is how stupid hard it’s gonna be to clean my sheets.”

“It’s fine if you didn’t. I don’t expect anything of you, will.”

Will stands still, opening his eyes, looking over to James. He can tell he does expect something of him. But, it’s not that. He wants him to talk about it. Which, isn’t something he’s all that accustomed to doing.

He reaches a hand out to James, pulling him into the shower alongside him, pulling the curtains shut behind. It feels more comfortable this way. Like it’s just them, tucked away in their own little bubble. And it hit him that he would be just fine staying like this forever.

“‘Course I meant it.”

It’s wills turn to admire James, his eyes trailing up and down the other as he confesses. Officially. He avoids eye contact, in fear James might not reciprocate. There’s a part of him that thinks James might want to keep it all casual. Like they were nothing more than — collaborators. Two friends who were made for nothing more than benefits.

“I guess that’s good.”

He wishes there was more to follow than that. But before he’s allowed to spiral, before he’s allowed to blurt out every excuse to why things don’t have to be forced, or weird, James plants a strategic kiss to his forehead.

“Feels much better knowing it’s not so one sided.”

Will looks up to him, with a soft smile. It’s nothing compared to how he feels on the inside. Yet it’s enough, and he feels like enough. So he’s going to assume that this was all meant to occur, in some weird, philosophical way. Though he was never one to believe, or look into something like that.

“For the record, you’re much more tolerable taking it up the ass.”

James jokes, a stupid smile spread across his face.

“We’ll see how you hold up next time.”

“Next time?”

“Next time.”

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