when giver meets taker

Chapter one

Its not like Roy didnt enjoy the long nights spent in Wolt's room, talking his ear off, but recently he had discovered a bit of an issue regarding his situation.

He, was in fact, in love with Wolt.

It all started on a cold winter night.* Roy was in his best friend's room, with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He was talking to Wolt about a very annoying conversation he had had with a regal trading manager, who thought he could persuade Roy into trucing with his kingdom.

All of the sudden, Wolt looked at Roy and tilted his head, squinting. Roy looked back at him, equally confused. Then it happened.**

Wolt climbed over to where Roy was on the bed, and practically straddled Roy's hips. He leaned down, and his face was dangerously close to Roy's. The redhead had no idea what was happening, and he definitely had no idea why it felt so good.

Wolt looked into Roy's eyes, and put his hand on the side of his face. Roy's face was nearly as red as his hair. God, Wolt looked beautiful.

Wolt wiped his finger across Roy's forehead. He climbed off of Roy and smiled shyly.
"Sorry, you had something on your face." Wolt went back to reading his book, as if he didnt just make Roy question everything about himself.

Roy layed there, stunned. What just happened? And why did he want it to happen again?

—-

Roy had never been so jittery, not since he started his ADHD medication (which boy, he needed). His foot was tapping, his fingers were strumming, and he had that weird twitch in his eye that he gets when he thinks about something too hard.

Wolt was in the seat in front of him, and thank god for that. If Wolt saw him he would be worried like he always is, and then he would start asking Roy questions (which requires a verbal conversation), and then he wouldn't leave Roy alone for the rest of his whole life. Not that Roy would mind that, but right now he was having a major crisis and he would prefer for Wolt not to see that.

As soon as the bell rang, Roy darted out of class and into the men's restroom. He put his book bag down and took several deep breaths, before talking to himself like a crazy person. "Okay Roy, this is only second period. you need to make it through the day, or else worried mother wolt will crawl on your back and never leave you alone. You need to talk to someone. But who do i talk to about this?

A realization hit him.

He knew who to talk to.

* so kiss me on this COLD DECEMBER NIIGHTTT
** (drew gooden) "then they started doing it"