Sticking two hot heads who've had it out for each other since day one didn't seem smart. But yet that's exactly what happens. Roman and Will didn't "click" together, the closest they were to having something in common was their swim team and their n...
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Will never woke up peacefully. He would jolt up every morning to that taunting alarm, with his heart racing and goosebumps across his arms. He would be terrified he woke up late and be reprimanded by his parents. He would sometimes wake up at his desk after studying all night, sick that he didn't do enough. He always woke up stressed even when the day had barely started. But here? He found that it wasn't like that here. Sure, Roman gave him enough stress, but he didn't wake up in a cold sweat, he didn't wake up from his parent's shrill voices, he didn't wake up in a cold empty room.
He's always dreamed of living like this. To wake up one day and have no responsibilities for once. The craving for freedom and the ability to do anything. It's why he tried so hard in school, tried so hard in those extracurriculars, tried so hard in everything. He guessed it paid off. He had a full-ride scholarship. He was getting out there... Sure maybe it wasn't what he dreamed, far away from his parents and independent, but it was something.
So as his eyes slowly lifted themselves, no alarm or voices waking him up, he was calm. Right next to the ocean with the light beams shining through the closed curtains and the soft blankets he was wrapped in. And a brunet's arms around him...
He looked at the boy's hairy arms around his shirtless chest. His other arm was firmly beneath his neck as the Brazilian was pressed against him. It felt oddly comforting. The man who hated him and swore left and right at him was enjoying his company right now, even though he was asleep, Will counted it.
The blond subconsciously began running his fingers down the boy's veiny tan arms that seemed so innocent now, even if they'd punched him with no regret before. He began making circles on the boy's arm, looking at the wall before him that held a few paintings. There were so many around them, Will didn't see it before, but Roman had hung his artwork on the wall. There are about six lined up on the wall, disorderly with tape. He looked around again to see the living chair littered with paintbrushes and sets of paint. In the corner were piles of crumbled-up papers. Roman always had a big personality that even in this monotone and empty room, he managed to scream everything he was inside of it.
He looked back at Roman, who held an unfamiliar look of calmness on him as the light exposed his soft features. Everything about Roman just stood out with his bright blue eyes, rugged body, bright pink lips, and frown. But his nose was curved a bit in the middle, poking up at the bottom. His eyelashes peered out in the light. His lips curved slightly up, twitching every second or so.
He wasn't proud in finding comfort in his enemy's arms. He admits he would jump Roman's pants if he weren't such a dense asshole. He's definitely thought of it before. But this was something else. He knew he valued personality over looks, and Roman was not an exception.
That's when he pushed Roman's arm off him, feeling disgusted. When he felt the boy shuffling, he tried to get off that bed, but that only resulted in the raven-headed arms wrapping around him and bringing him closer. Will froze in shock, the boy nuzzling closer, an odd sensation in his stomach of Roman's body against his.
