just wilmon things

Wille rolled his shirt sleeves back to his elbows and pushed his sunglasses onto his head. He smiled as he took in the view; tall, dense forest behind them, the calm, barely rippling surface of the ocean in front, and the cabin where they would be spending the next few days. 

“Fuck,” Simon joined him on the other side of the car, “this is really nice, Wille.”

Wille beamed at him, “See.”

Simon rolled his eyes, “Yes, it was worth the extra five hundred.”

“Right? I think we have our own pier,” he craned his neck to see better. 

“For all those boats we brought?” 

Wille gave him a particularly wet, smiley kiss on the cheek in retaliation, “Come on. I’ll get the bags.”

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