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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It was too early.
For Roman at least, to Will it was perfect. The sun slowly burning in his eyes, but not enough to blind him. The heat radiating perfectly against him, but not enough to burn him. The sand was warm against his skin, but not itchy. Perfection.
"I'm bored," Roman complained, rolling onto his side beside Will who was just trying to enjoy his morning.
"Boring people get bored." Will pointed out, his eyes closed as the heat radiated around his body.
"You calling me boring, Adler?"
Will sighed and turned on his side, his hand sliding over Roman's waist as the other propped up his head. The dark-haired boy's eyes lingered on Will's hand thrown over his waist. His eyes snapped back quickly when the blond spoke, "Tell me a joke then."
"Do you know what happened to the Italian chef?" He bit his lip as he tried to contain his smile.
Will groaned, "What?"
The dark-haired boy spoke, in a horrible Italian accent, "He pasta-way." He waited for the blond to laugh with a stupid grin. But Will just stared with pointed eyebrows.
"Yeah, I think I was calling you boring."
"Ah, you asshole!" Roman struck at Will, bringing his torso down as he climbed his body and leaned down to point a finger at him, "That was funny."
Will rubbed his hands down Roman's lower thighs, "Does it look like I'm laughing?" He cocked his head with one of his smirks.
Roman narrowed his eyes at him before he slid his hands onto the blond's abs and began tickling that one spot he remembered. The blond's eyes instantly widened, bringing his hands to push the dark-haired boy off, but his body had already reacted and pulsed with soft laughter.
"Fuck you!" Will spit out as his voice cracked and whipped against the boiling hot air.
Roman responded with a chuckle at the uncontrollability of the boy while Will took the moment to grab Roman's shoulders and flip them quickly. Being slammed onto the rough floor, Roman watched Will hold a tight grip on his chest with his thighs gripping the sides of his hips.
"Fuck, don't take it so personally." Roman groaned, rubbing the back of his head dramatically. Will began to drag his long fingers against Roman's body, from his neck to his shoulders to his stomach. They shared confusing looks.
"What... are you doing?" He would've been aroused if it wasn't for Will's confused look on his face.
"Where's your tickle spot?" Will threaded his dome Roman's body.
Roman smirked, "I don't know... maybe you should check my shorts."
Will innocently nodded, bringing his fingers to Roman's skimpy shorts, tight enough to prevent sand from getting stuck. His hands cupped over his semi-hard dick as he looked over at Roman with a playful smirk.
