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one.

William Gold, a twenty-four year old british guy who lives with his 'roommate,' Jonathan.

"Alright, get up, dumbass." William rolled the younger man over to face him. "Go sleep in your own room." Will groaned. Jonathan grinned, grabbing William's clothed chest and pulling him down onto the bed. "Why won't you sleep with me, Wilby?" He pouted. William grunted, rolling his eyes. "Because, Schlatt, you snore." He attempted to get up, but was held onto by the latter. "Jonathan." He spoke.

"Yes, William?" Jonathan hugged him from behind. "Let me up, please?" He asked. "Only if you, William Gold, please sleep with me tonight." Jonathan countered. "Goddammit, fine Schlatt." Will groaned. "Let me up, now." He turned his head to look at the other, whom laughed and buried his head into Will's neck. "Jonathan!" He yelled, feeling the grip around his chest tighten.  The latter hummed, nuzzling his neck.

William let out a grunt as a hand got moved to his throat. "Jonathan! Let me up-up!" He flailed his legs. Jonathan wrapped his legs around William's ankles, keeping his legs down and spread. "Jonathan Schlatt! Let me the hell up!"

Jonathan let out a low groan as William began to twist his hips, letting the brit go. William threw himself up, turning around to stare at Schlatt. Jonathan grinned, placing his hands behind his head and gazing back at Will.

"You fucker! You absolute mother fucker!" William shouted, his accent twisting his words slightly. Jonathan let out a short laugh, sitting up. He didn't say anything, but made short humming noises. The American stood, looking at the man. Before Schlatt could react, William had forced him against a wall. He had a hand gripping the other's throat and his other on the wall.

Jonathan let out a choked yell, then just. . Stopped. He stared at the brit before grinning. He let out another cough before William let him go. Jonathan rubbed his throat, looking at Will. "Why'd you do that?" He asked. "Why did you choke me and spread my legs, dumbass? You let me go when I- Jesus fucking christ." He paused. Jonathan chuckled, wrapping his arms around the other. William held his face in his hands, staring at the ground.

Jonathan rubbed the brit's sides. "Get off me," William pulled away, standing against the wall. "William. ." He spoke, dragging out the name. "What is it?" He didn't even look up from the ground. Jonathan didn't say anything, so William spoke up. "What are your. . Feelings, about me, Schlatt?"

"I- uh. ." He mumbled. William walked back over, placing his hands onto the American's shoulders. "Look at me," he spoke calmly. Jonathan looked up to him, placing his own hands on Will's cheeks. They stared at each other for a moment before separating.

Jonathan went to leave, but was pulled backwards by the brit. William pushed him against a wall and watched his expression. "Will?" His face felt hot. "Mhm?" The brit leaned over. "Where did this sudden. . Burst of affection come from?" Jonathan asked, studying his facial features.

William made humming noises, thinking. "I dunno," he whispered. Jonathan let out a soft sigh and smiled to the brit. "Can. . Can you, uh. . Kiss me-me?" Jonathan stammered. William let out a laugh. "You can do more than that, too. ." He whispered, biting his lip.

William let out a choked laugh, moving a hand to Schlatt's cheek. Jonathan pressed forward and collided their lips, William quickly reciprocating the kiss. Jonathan let out a quiet groan when he felt the brit's hands wrap around his waist.

William pulled away, smiling happily to the American. "Just don't force me into anything, okay?" He spoke. Jonathan just stood there, his eyes flicking over his face, hovering over his lips. William laughed softly, pulling the latter closer to his body.

Jonathan let out another content breath and leaned into the brit. "I like this." William spoke, swaying the two together. Jonathan lifted his face, and William pressed a kiss to his nose.