and i'd give up forever to touch you || Wilbur x Reader

a haze, a brief moment of clarity

it's ten minutes into the weekend morning, and he can hear tommy shouting obscenities at his television. it's then the shouting got closer, and his mind rushed to his computer which had dangerously turned on and his luck turned for the worse.

you're changing in front of the camera, so close the image is clear and you're not hurrying the fuck up. you're taking your sweet time- and the door swings up, the image of your naked torso burned into his retinas he finds himself staring at his younger brother with his computer held tight to his chest.

such a questionable sight and it's no wonder his brother is screaming, slamming the door behind him. he sighs, head leaning back into his pillows and body sinking back into the mattress.

"if you're done masturbating yet, i'm starving!" that's all will needs to launch himself out of bed on a murder mission. he did not need this on a saturday morning. he follows the sound of tommy's footsteps and echoing cackles, and finds himself bare-chested and shivering in his kitchen while tommy is casually plating eggs and taking two pieces of toasts and just-

he made breakfast.

his shoulders sag as tommy hands him a plate, a smile full of energy and probably two cans of monsters. he stands in the kitchen for a moment before following him to the couch, watching a cooking show as they compete or something like that, he wasn't too sure.

stabbing some eggs with his spoon, not his choice by the way, he side-glances at his brother, focusing back on his plate before speaking, "you're not trying to get me to come back home, are you?" tommy just scoffs at him, a mouth full of toast and eggs and tempted to talk with it open before he gives him a look.

fucker swallowed before he spoke, thankfully.

"even if i was, you don't have any proof and you still have another semester after this one." he nodded, agreeing with him, before his brother spoke again. "but you wouldn't mind coming home for the holidays, right? it's just been so boring with only phil and techno, and you know techno, he is a wrongen', a fellow man who just doesn't understand my sorrows!"

he goes on to rant but he doesn't mind, smiles a little as he bit into his toast, listening to him complain how he needs his best mate to back him up in some of his schemes, not that he's doing anything wrong in any of his plans, why would he ever get up to trouble on purpose?

he doesn't speak until his plate is clean, holding his hand out for his brother's plate and heading to the kitchen, chooses to ignore the way his sink full of dishes have become.. just a sink. washing, rinsing, and drying them gives him a nice feeling, even as he turns around to face his brother who just stands in the middle of the doorway, just like he had not just twenty minutes ago.

"go get dressed, i have to go into the office for a little bit," he says after a pause, and he just nods, his blonde hair bouncing, (it really has been too long since he's seen him,) but he calls for him. his little brother turns at the bottom of his heels, peeking back into the kitchen. he breathes in before smiling, "i'll go home for the holidays. promise."

with tommy happy enough to wear clothes other than the ones he fell asleep in last night, they head into the office, passing by some of the others, he nods at them the way he always did before unlocking his personal office, herding his brother in before locking it behind them. sometimes, people will have an ounce of audacity and would come in without knocking.

and let tommy know he really doesn't have that many friends? fuck that.

boring as it is, he lets tommy mess with the tiny speaker he forgot he had and play some music, you know, as long as he is quiet. (when tommy claimed the computer was messing up, leaving him right next to the speakers, his ears nearly bleed with how loud his animal crossing music blares.)