* LIAR / RECURSIVE !

if you don’t wanna pick a muse, that’s totally fine, i’ll pick one that i think is compatible.  if you want someone in particular, let know.  i will not be writing king because i resent him rn and his drafts are on hold.

     there’s a bundle of nerves tucked tight in his chest, stomach twisting into anxious knots mixed with butterflies as he watches ben walk toward him on the sidewalk.  they’d been hanging out together more and more, catching meals when they could, coming and watching movies together  --  lately, jakob had even been staying the night.  it was obvious there was something there, something that burned between them that remained unspoken.  given jakob’s track record, he assumed the feelings were one sided, and ben simply enjoyed his company  --  that was usually how it went, anyway.  part of him knew that talking to him about this may end their friendship, and the thought of losing him entirely made his chest seize.  may he should just keep his mouth shut.

it went from 0 to 500 in about two seconds flat. will isn’t sure what he had expected but this was not it. not until tonight, at least. he wasn’t sure if jakob had a roommate this year, but he didn’t think so. god, he hoped not. if so, he hoped that jakob would at least know when the other would get back to the dorm. the second that jakob pulls him in and is automatically all over him, will is in a sensory overload —- jakob’s getting him flustered, completely red in the face. will is groaning at the nips against his throat. oh fuck. it’s not going to take much for will to get up, that’s for damned sure. it didn’t help that skype video calls late at night wasn’t as great as the real thing. 

wilson flops back down onto the bed and he looks up at jakob, pulling him a bit apart so he could maybe relax himself from moaning relentlessly at all the attention. he’s already hard, it’s not even something will’s ashamed of. jakob’s always had this power over him. 

“ oh fuck, i love you too, babe. baby, love, babe, baby boy,” he mutters, moving his hands to run into Jakob’s hair, tuggling lightly at the ends of it as their lips kept their connection going. shit, it really had been a long ass time. will needed to remind himself to never be this far away from jakob again. not for that long, at least. 

he moves to lift the other’s shirt off as well and tosses it aside, moving his hips as jakob’s against them, grinding up and lifting them both off the fucking bed with every grind. he wants the other to know how aroused he is. how much he wants jakob. “ i’m not going anywhere, j. holy fuck, i missed the way you feel,” he moves his lips to start kissing down to his jawline and to his neck as he keeps the rhythm going. he wants jakob to go buckwild with desire and lust. 

     his dorm mate being gone for the next hour was exactly why he was acting this way, among other things  --  the two of them might need to get a hotel room together for the next week, because there was no way jakob was going to muffle himself for a week straight.  they deserved this, they’d earned their time together, done their time and paid their dues.  no, right now, will was his.  at least until around 1430 when kris was going to be back.

     with a bit of adjusting, he had will laying back properly on his bed, head on the pillow and still straddled over his hips.  the rocking of his boyfriend’s hips only has him returning the motion eagerly, rolling his hips down to keep them flush, the friction causing soft, sweet noises to leave the younger.  they were both excited, though wil’s was a bit more apparent, and something that sent his heart racing and body aching with utter helpless need.  his shirt might be gone, but the binder tightly wrapped around his torso would be a little more of a struggle to get off  --  it was something he would worry about later, if they even bothered spending the time to take it off anyway.  

     even with the limited time they had, jakob was sure to leave marks all along will’s throat, deepening in intensity and color as he went.  a chance to mark his lover, to show will was actually taken, something to take back home with him that everyone could see.  will was his, and he wasn’t sharing, insecurities be damned.

     the last couple of days, all jakob could do was think about where they went wrong.  the last argument they’d had before ronnie left, watching him leave  --  he’d never felt such pain in his chest than watching the love of his life get on that bus, knowing he may never see him again, or that he wouldn’t be writing to him, that he may never speak to him again.  sitting here now, by his hospital bed, listening to the machines beep and seeing all the wires attached to him, this hurt more than when they’d broken up.  getting the initial call from the hospital had him mildly confused, then racing to the door with bare essentials, leaving his boyfriend wondering what the hell was going on.  a few texts explained most of it, though calling ronnie a childhood friends ... fuck, he hated that.  even after all this time, ronnie not being his hurt.  it was easy enough to move on without him there, but the instant he heard his name, jakob regressed to the high schooler who got butterflies in his tummy every time ron smiled at him.  and now here he laid, broken, bruised, and jakob would give anything to see him open his eyes.

their relationship had been struggling a little bit, mainly because will just didn’t have the money, even the money left aside from his dad passing wasn’t even something he could touch. not yet, at least. will would have preferred he was able to touch the money now, but nope. it was frustrating honestly. but they had been struggling a bit. not that it was on purpose. it was just hard to be long distance sometimes. they had been doing this for two years, and they weren’t even remotely done with school.

the second jakob is grinning ear to ear, will is too, and he stumbles back the second his boyfriend is physically wrapped around him. thank god he still goes to the gym or else they would have absolutely just fallen on their asses. The secnd that Jakob is kissing him all over, Will can’t stop laughing. He’s just so delighted with everything going on. He loves his boyfriend more than ever and making him so happy is the best thing in the world. 

“ you have no idea, i had to listen to this woman rant the entire flight about how her granddaughter is apparently a lesbian and then go on and on about how she was confused. Truly, I’m more delighted than ever to just be with you than on that plane. “ He puts down Jakob and moves to properly kiss his boyfriend. Something he hasn’t done in months. It is like home. 

“I love you so much, baby. Guess who’s here for the full week? If… that’s okay. I can get a hotel, too. “ 

     the kiss has jakob melting into him, both hands gripping the front of his boyfriend’s shirt to tug him into his room, foot thoughtlessly kicking the door shut so they could have some much needed privacy.  that damn kiss has heated chills running down his spine, the hands grabbing his shirt moving to slide up inside the fabric, hands feeling over his skin.  “ all week?  are you serious? ”  jakob’s excited, more than excited, and it shows  --  lips moving to will’s neck as he speaks, one hand moving to cradle the back of his head.  “ no, no.  you’re staying right here, baby.  right here with me, all week.  you’re gonna kiss me awake, eat with me, sleep right next to me ... ”

     jakob’s backing him up now, not stopping until the backs of will’s knees hit the bed and he’s forced to sit down.  his lips are still at his boyfriend’s neck, leaving small pink marks from suckling and nipping at his skin.  he can’t control himself at the moment, he really can’t ;  they’d been apart for so long, all he could think about was how good he tastes, how much he wanted their bodies moving together.  they could order pizza later  -  right now, they weren’t going anywhere.