Young Royals: Part 2

Chapter 13: Wilhelm

As soon as they pulled up, Wilhelm's dad greeted them at the entrance to the private residence.

"Welcome, son! Welcome, Simon. It's lovely to have you. Come in, come in," greeted Wilhelm's dad.

Simon looked at Wilhelm, his eyes saying, What is happening?

Wilhelm's dad led them in through the entranceway, and said, "I just wanted to make sure you guys had a true welcome. I left the sub secretary of defense in my office. Wille, get him settled in the guest room and show him around, okay? Dinner's at 6."

"Sure, got it," Wilhelm called to his dad, who was already halfway up the stairs to his home office.

"Well, welcome to the Queen's private residence," Wilhelm said to Simon.

Simon grinned, "It looks nice, ya know, cozy."

"Right, right. Fuck you," Wilhelm said, getting the joke.

"Yeah, so anyways. Kitchen over there, dining room over there, living room through that door," Wilhelm explained, signaling to the various rooms.

"Honestly, it's not that big. On the upstairs we have bedrooms, and then on the third floor are home offices. I used to have a playroom up there when I was little, but once I got into middle school, it got converted into a study room. I still kept a couch and my gaming consoles up there, though."

"Cool. So...do I get to see your room?"

Wilhelm coughed, "Uh, sure. It's really nothing much. The thing about this place is you never really feel like you want to put your own stuff on the walls or anything. So, I just kind of let the palace interior designer do whatever with it. I don't even think I have a poster up even."

They walked up the stairs, and as they entered the room, it was pretty much exactly like Wilhelm had described.

"Man, you really weren't kidding. This place is...blank," stated Simon, walking through and searching for any piece of his boyfriend he could find. There literally was nothing.

Wilhelm saw a little go on in Simon's face. "Can we...fix it? Make it yours?"

"I mean, why? Currently, I'm doing everything I can to spend as little time as possible here," replied Wilhelm.

"Well, for starters, we have nothing to do. And second, dude, this is pathetic. There are pictures of lilacs, and the walls are yellow. I mean, I get it, we like guys, but this is another level. It looks like your grandmother decorated it!"

Wilhelm quipped, "Well, first of all, that painting? It's a Vermeer worth like 1,000,000kr. And, maybe I like yellow?"

"You don't like yellow. You're just too lazy to fix it," jabbed Simon.

Wilhelm groaned. "Okay, okay. What are you thinking?"

"First, posters. Pick out your favorite bands, maybe a movie or two you like. We can send an Uber Flash to go pick them up at a shop and have them here in like 2 hours."

Wilhelm had never thought of that. Huh, what a concept.

"Second, your comforter...has frills. Dude, no frills. We're getting a cover for it."

Wilhelm countered, "You mean like a duvet?"

"Maybe? I dunno. But we're getting one." Looking around Simon sniffed and said, "Okay, let's do that and maybe we can make this room at least somewhat decent."

"I'm just saying, I didn't do this at your house," bantered Wilhelm.

"Ya know why? My room doesn't have a Victorian lamp in it!" With that, Simon rushed Wilhelm, forcing him onto the bed and tickling him.

"Stop! Someone's going to hear us!" cried Wilhelm.

"Will not!" Before Wilhelm knew it, Simon's arms were wrapped around the nape of Wilhelm's neck, his pelvis pressed towards Wilhelm's. He could feel Simon's quickening breath on his skin, and he felt his pulse begin to race. Wilhelm shimmied his arms out from under the tackle hold that Simon had thrust him in, and placed his hands on Simon's waist.

I forgot how good this feels, Wilhelm thought, his lips delicately, and then more fervidly pressing on to Simon's.

"A-hem," they heard.

They jumped apart like lightning had just struck where they sat.

"The door was open," Wilhelm's mother said, indicating the open hinge. "I didn't mean to intrude." While the words coming out of her mouth were kind, the look on her face was one of utter horror.

"Hi, um, Mom," uttered Wilhelm, his cheeks turning crimson . "Uh, yeah, um, this is Simon. I was just giving him the tour."

"I see," her eyes narrowed, and with an oh-so slight grin she said, "Well, on with the tour. Make sure to show him the gardens as well. It'll be getting dark soon, and you know how much nicer it is in the light."

"Will do," replied Wilhelm, who then awkwardly saluted her.

His mom gave him a funny look. "Ok, now. Off you go," she directed, motioning towards them leaving the room.

As they walked out, she quickly grasped Wilhelm by the collar and said, "Close. the. door" in the most neutral tone you could tell she could muster.

Wilhelm grimaced, his face still a robust pink hue. "Uh, got it. See ya."

As soon as they had turned the corner and were out of her sight, the boys fell to their knees, both laughing and dying of embarrassment. Wilhelm was doubled over, his hands covering his eyes that were looking towards the floor.

"I can't believe the queen just caught me making out with my boyfriend," exclaimed Simon.

"Boyfriend?" Wilhelm's head snapped up to meet Simon's eyes.

"Um, I mean, yeah. I mean, I... I thought... Um. Yeah?" uttered Simon, his eyes looking anywhere but at Wilhelm.

"Boyfriend. We are...boyfriend and boyfriend?" questioned Wilhelm.

Simon laughed. "Yeah? Maybe partners?"

"Boyfriend and boyfriend is way more awkward. I like it."

Simon breathed a sigh of relief. "All right, boyfriend and boyfriend it is!"

And linking arms, Simon declared, "All right boyfriend, show me to the gardens!"

Boyfriend, Wilhelm thought. I have a boyfriend. Huh.

The thought filled him up, making the little butterflies in his chest start to flutter. They had a label. They were...boyfriends.