Will began to stir, soon becoming accustom to the aching in his body. No details of last night remained, but due to the amount of smashed bottles and trashed furniture, he could tell it was one insane party.
Everyone had left by now, allowing the hungover boy to do as he wished; tidying up the place was very low down on his list, however. Instead, Will slowly slid himself off of the sofa and made his way to the kitchen.
The rest of his family were out still, but would be back at some point in the morning.
Will opened the fridge and lazily retrieved some soda, not even remotely phased when half of what he poured had spilled over the counter. He just chugged that bad boy like there was no tomorrow.
As the caffeine began to set itself in, Will began to wander back into the living room, running a hand through his messy hair.
It was probably time to tidy up at least a bit before his family returned, but the tall boy stopped in his tracks.
There was a noise from his room, like someone was walking around. However who could still be at his house at half three in the morning?
Every muscle in his body tensed up as a wave of fear washed over his body. Will listened.
There was a laugh. A familiar laugh. A drunk laugh.
Will's stomach dropped. He knew he couldn't just pretend like he didn't hear anything so he took a breath and headed to his room to deal with the situation.
Will let the door creak open. With every passing second he felt his heart beat that little bit faster. He knew there wasn't much of a threat, but he was too tired for this right now.
There he was; tan skin, muscly build, messy hair, and the most gorgeous eyebrows Will had ever laid his eyes on. Josh Gilmour. The boy who strikes you as a legend and absolutely is one.
He was now sprawled across Will's bed, giggling to himself uncontrollably for reasons that were beyond the taller boy's knowledge.
Will sighed, tilting his head to one side.
"Josh," he began, concern in his tone. "What are you still doing here?"
Josh rolled over, apparently pleased that pretty-boy Will was now in the room with him. The grin on his face grew wider, but he avoided the question as though he wasn't even asked it in the first place.
"Look who finally showed up." Josh teased, allowing his eyes to gaze freely over Will's body. "Are you here to actually get this party started? I know I am." His voice was raspy and he spoke slowly. The blush on Josh's cheeks was soon matched with Will's, but the older boy didn't budge.
Will folded his arms and stared at the attractive boy before him.
It was clear to Will what Josh was asking for and to be fair, aside from the fact Josh was tipsy, there wasn't anything wrong with it. Besides, even if he was sober, Will knew Josh would be on his lap from the word go.
Just thinking about what he was capable of, made Will's body break out a sweat.
He became more frustrated and allowed his hand reach for the belt on his jeans, keeping his eyes fixed on the needy boy before him.
Shirt and Jeans off, Will felt himself bite down onto his lip, thoughts wild and racing.
There was no holding back.
Will crawled over Josh, being careful not to rush himself. The moonlight poured in through a crack in the curtains and a candle burned on Will's bedside table. Apart from that, it was completely dark.
Will assisted Josh in removing his clothes too, fidgeting around till each other's clothes were sprawled across the floor.
With Josh's hazel eyes searching the bigger boy once again, Will chewed his lip harder, giving a smirk, before slipping a hand up and running his fingers through Josh's messy, sandy hair.
Then, Will tugged on Josh's hair, earning somewhat a mix between a gasp and a moan, but he was more focused on Josh's now exposed neck. Not to mention it was almost like a punishment for staring.
The older boy leaned down, pressing kisses to his skin, which soon tuned to biting and sucking, marking Josh's flawless complexion with fresh hickeys.
Josh's body adjusted beneath Will's, finding his dominance unbearably hot.
He tilted Will's chin up, allowing the two to make prolonged, intimate eye contact as Josh guided one of Will's hands up to his neck.
They stayed like that for a few seconds, the trust and excitement in one another's eyes, and Will's grasp on Josh's bruised neck.
It wasn't long before their lips were touching.
They roughened things up further; the kiss growing more passionate until it was at the point where their tongues were practically down each other's throats and Will's grip on josh was growing tighter. But with each little squeak and choke, it only turned him on more.
This lasted for what seemed like a lifetime, Josh's hands feeling their way up Will's sides, exploring all his edges like a blind man.
It was only when he started weakly digging his nails into Will's back that the older boy pulled away.
He removed his hand from Josh's neck, watching as he gasped for breath, each exhale shaky and desperate.
"You alright?" Will asked, it was in his nature to be polite like that, even in heated situations.
Josh merely let out a groan in response, but the beaming smile on his flushing face let Will know everything was okay.
Will smiled, a genuine smile, probably at the fact he was able to help his friend out with his needs.
Josh just about caught his breath when he found himself staring back into Will's tired eyes. He was still drunk out of his mind, but was certain on one thing. This was going to be one hell of a night.
