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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Share your future plans. Whether you're going to college, what you want out of life, and what your goals.
Will handed the box to Roman without a glance. He was lying on the floor, his limbs splayed across the floor as he stared up at the ceiling. The window was wide open, allowing the ocean to yell its crashing waves into the room and the trees to mumble their shaken leaves.
Then Roman scoffed, "Do they really expect us to know what we want to do with our lives?"
Will could map out his life to a point- but even he didn't know what he would do tomorrow. "Wouldn't we be more ambitious now than later?"
Will could feel Roman's eyes roll back, he didn't need to look, "Whatever, you're set for a stripper pole."
Will scrunched his nose and let an airy chuckle out toward Roman, "How'd you come up with that?"
"Dyed blond hair. Skimpy clothes. Daddy issues." He smirked at the blond, acting all innocent as his hands slid to the blond's knees and up his thighs.
Will kicked his hand away from him, "You're a real asshole."
"I keep you sharp," Roman stated, "Now come on, tell me your hopes and dreams."
Will snarled as he sat up, leaning his back against the couch. He took a sigh to look at Roman. "Well, actually I have no idea what I'm going to do." His parents had this whole life set out for him, high school, college, graduate school, be a doctor or lawyer- something to make them proud- and settle down right in their very house now. He fantasized and prayed for it, but now he's not so sure. "I've always wanted to go to college, I really do, but I can't see myself spending another four years at school..." He sighed.
Roman nodded softly as he listened to Will softly speak. His hands reached out toward the boy which Will happily accepted as his hands rubbed his knee. Roman took comfort in those moments when they would simply touch each other. It didn't have to be sexual, though it mostly led to that- it was the small rubs on his knees or thighs or the fingers running through his hair or the legs getting tangled with his. The simple touches that had him on edge.
Will leaned into the touch as he extended his leg to Roman so his hand could slide up his thigh. Roman instantly smirked as he tipped his head to his side at Will. "What does William Adler want out of life though?" He teased.
Will played with his fingers. Roman was right. How is he expected to know what he wants to do with the rest of his life? "I don't know, some peace and quiet."
Roman snorted, pinching Will's thigh, "Stop getting so deep with me."
Will smirked, "Oh, I could get deep if I wanted to, babe."
Roman scrunched his nose at Will. "Call me babe again and you won't be seeing anything in your future."
"You won't be seeing it anyway." He retorted which only enticed Roman to pinch the blond's thigh again. Will instantly smacked his hand away with a glare while Roman laughed. The boy wasn't one to learn his lesson, so he instantly tracted back to Will and laid his head on the blond's legs. He looked up at the smiling boy and reached up to squeeze Will's chin.
