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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Roman didn't know what to do.
He hated this feeling. His sweaty palms digging into his tattered jeans. The thumps of his heart banging into his eardrums. This lightheaded feeling quivering down his body. The pure anxiousness threadingdigging at the back of his throat.
Sure, Roman's had Will's dick up his ass multiple times, but this was a whole different nervousness.
This was a- What the hell do I even do? type of moment. Those moments where you're unsure of what to do, but don't worry, even if you could do something it wouldn't change anything as it's one of those things where you just have to do it to find o-"
Yeah, he really was losing it.
He was standing right in front of his mirror, running his fingers through his tousled hair and trying any imaginable piece of clothing he could find in his closet. He had even shaved, which felt odd to feel his smooth skin, but the day before Will had told him he looked good shaved. So he does what he must.
Everything just seemed too unnatural on him though.
He settled on a sheer blue button-up and some baggy pants. Maybe Will would appreciate the effortless look he put much thought into. He continued studying himself in the mirror, every brush of his hair moving every time.
Why did he even care this much? It's just one night, who cares how his hair looks? He's been caring too much about what Will thought of it lately. But he really did care about him, the way Roman got red when Will complimented his smile or his hair, the way he grabbed his hand, the way he smiles at him.
Still, it was really fucking annoying.
And yet he's going on a date with the man, so what else could he do?
He shrugged on his dark coat and grabbed his shoes but then a shrilling voice yelled right outside his door, "Are you ready?"
Roman glared at the door and hopped into his shoes before he grabbed the door handle and swung it open. His aunt stood there with her phone her hand, the camera directly aimed at him.
"What are you doing?" He grunted m trying to swat the camera pushing toward his face away.
"I want to commemorate this moment." His aunt smiled and before he knew it, a flash was directed right toward his eyes. He flinched hard, only to feel a hand fixing his collar. "Can't believe my baby is going on his first date."
"I've been on a date before." Roman glared with a pointed look.
"Those don't count, this one does." She took a few more photos while Roman posed awkwardly with a scowl. She eventually got him to smile with a few threats.
"Are you done?" Roman finally deadpanned.
She pushed the phone done and sarcastically smiled with a head tilt, "Yes, expect them to be hanging on the wall when you come back."
