I found love where it wasn't supposed to be.
Wilhelm and Simon fanfiction.
Wilhelm's perspective.
I sat among the mess of my sheets, thinking of what to say. I had Simon's contact up on my phone for 30minutes. Finally, I asked him to come over.
I hadn't seen him since Christmas break and since then had made no progress in understanding myself. But sometimes you find love in places you are not meant to.
I fiddled with my sheets, waiting for his reply.
"Sure, I will be there soon ;)." My eyes searched the room, there was a mountain of clothes and rubbish layered upon one another. I scooped up everything and threw it in my closet, jamming the door shut. I had been pacing and back and forth asking myself why I wanted to see Simon. And why did he want to see me?
I heard a soft knock at my door, and even though I was unsure about what I was looking for, I was comforted by his friendship.
"Hello" Simon sighed, his shoulders huddled to his ears.
"Hey." It was an awkward beginning but I would never regret asking him over.
He simply pressed his lips to mine. Red flushing my face.
"Sorry, I was wondering what it would be like." Simon grinned at me. I knew there was a look painted on my face but I couldn't stop.
"I really am sorry." His smile faded as he looked towards his shoes, fiddling with his shirt.
"I just wasn't ready. I am now." I puckered my lips waiting for a response. Slowly I felt his mouth touch mine as I chuckled.
I pulled away, welcoming him into my room.
Simon wrapped his arms around me, connecting himself to me once again. He pulled his lips from mine as he searched my face.
"What?!" I asked. I had never seen anyone look at me that way before.
"You're beautiful," Simon whispered into my lips. No one had ever made a remark on my looks to me in person. I could feel myself blushing as I smiled at him.
"You are too". I wasn't lying. Simon was beautiful, you could have a conversation with just his eyes. I leaned into him once again and guided him towards my bed.
He pulled off my shirt as I pinned him down, my tongue gently exploring his mouth. Simon hovered his hand above my groin, slowly pressing down towards my inner thigh. He took off his shirt in one swift movement. My hands cupped his face, pressing my lips onto his neck softly.
THIS IS NOT PG+13. GRACIE WROTE IT SO IT'S A LITTLE INTENSE.
The sun peeked through the curtains, slowly illuminating the room. I traced circles around Simon's temple, watching his delicate eyes flutter open.
I brought my head closer and landed a kiss on Simon's lips, that's when I heard the door swing open. A loud screech filled the room, I quickly looked up to see my mother standing in the doorway. "WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?!" My mother exclaimed. "How dare you turn my kid into a filthy gay?!" she proceeded to scream at both me and Simon. I could see the agony in Simon's eyes as my mother spat in his face; my mother's remarks truly hurt him; I couldn't stand to watch Simon like this. I just stood there, afraid to say anything, I couldn't face Simon. I could feel his gaze on me, like a laser searing into me, and I could tell he felt betrayed by my actions. I've broken my promise to defend him in front of my mother, I lied. It wasn't that I was embarrassed of him; rather, I was scared. I've always been fearful of what people will say.
