Blue Blood ~ Young Royals

Consent

It's Friday afternoon, the last class. I feel like I'm going to burst with the amount of thoughts and feelings swirling around inside. I keep glancing at Simon beside me, suddenly hypnotized by every little thing he does. His fingertips resting on the desk, the single curl lying against his forehead, the way his eyes go from the teacher to his notebook. It's like I've become hyper aware of everything he does. 

I'm trying not to fidget impatiently as I watch the clock hands move slowly, almost torturously, to 4 o clock. Suddenly even more questions start filling my head. When do I say it? Do I wait till after dinner (not like he's going to eat) or should I say it immediately? Maybe I should just do what feels right. Ugh, why are feelings so complicated?

Simon nudges me. "Wille. Class is done."

I realize I've been spacing out a little and I didn't hear the teacher. I put my things back in my bag and stand up. "Right. Let's go."

He smiles a little and takes my hand, and for once it's him dragging me to my dorm instead of the other way around. When we reach my dorm and I close the door behind us, we both toss our bags onto the ground and he sits on my desk chair, smiling. "I'm glad you asked."

I sit down on my bed. "Asked what?" I ask, confused. I haven't said anything important yet, or is he reading my mind? 

"To stay for a sleepover, idiot. I liked waking up beside you."

I think I swallowed butterflies cause I feel them flying like crazy in my stomach. "Me too..."

He chuckles softly and gets up from the chair to sit beside me. I feel my heart practically melting when he pulls his knees up to his chest and leans into me, his head on my shoulder. I wrap my arms around him, loving our closeness. Maybe we can just sit like this for a while... I pull him a little closer to me and he sighs happily.

"I'm glad I met you." He whispers.

A smile creeps onto my face, feeling kind of touched. "Yeah... me too."

We sit in silence for a moment, just holding each other. Then he pulls out his phone and randomly snaps a picture of us together. "Sorry, I had to." He says. I take his phone to send the picture to myself, us both laughing softly. 

"Wait, Simon, don't we have homework?" I say, suddenly remembering.

He shrugs. "Yeah. But I don't really feel like doing homework, to be honest."

"What do you feel like doing, then?" Secretly I'm hoping he'll say it, the thing I'm still trying to put into a sentence that isn't cringe worthy. 

"Well, I kind of just want to sit here with you. Unless that's too boring for you." He teases.

The idea of sitting silently with Simon in my arms is surprisingly attractive to me. "No, definitely not boring. I like being with you." 

He sighs happily, his head still on my shoulder, and we just stay like that for a while. It's peaceful to have him here beside me, both of us lost in our own thoughts. But the more time passes, the more I feel a growing need to say it, to tell him how I feel, what I want. But it's so hard... Just when I feel like I might surprise myself by suddenly saying something, I'm just quiet. I have to force myself to say his name so I can start talking.

"Simon..." 

He lifts his head from my shoulder to look me in the eyes. "Yes, Wille?" 

"I..." Fuck, how do I say it? I bite my lip, blushing intensely. "Uh, so... So I... I was kind of thinking about... I mean... Uh... I just... I want..." I take a deep breath, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart. I force myself to just blurt it out. "I want to have sex with you." My face is burning and I'm too afraid to even look him in the eye. Maybe I shouldn't have said that.

"Really?" He says softly. I was afraid he'd be angry but he just sounds curious. I think I can look at him now. I lift my head and meet his gaze, my face still red as a tomato. His voice is almost a whisper and he looks slightly embarrassed. "I... Uh... Me too... I... want that too."

It only makes me blush more. "You... you do?" 

He nods slowly. "Yeah..."

Him confirming that he wants it too fills me with nervous excitement. "I... I've never, um... Done that before."

"No, me neither..." He says softly, smiling slightly.

I open my mouth to speak but I'm interrupted by a knock on the door. "Uh, Prince Wilhelm, dinner starts in 5 minutes." Says Alexander's voice.

I try not to sigh in frustration and nod even though he can't see me. "Yeah, I think I'll skip dinner today. Thanks, Alexander."

"Um... Okay. Bye." Alexander says.

"Why do we always get interrupted when we're in the middle of something?" Simon asks me.

I sigh. "I really don't know. I wish we could have some peace and quiet."

"We've got peace and quiet now. And what were we... Talking about just now?"

I feel the heat rising to my face again. "Oh, right... Are... Are you really sure? You really want that?"

He takes my hands in his and looks me in the eyes. "Yes, Wille. I am. I really like you and I trust you and care about you, and if you're sure too... Well... I'd really like to, um... Do that."

I nod slowly but out of the corner of my eye, I register the window and the open curtains. "Um... Should I close the curtains first?"

He nods, letting go of my hands so I can get up and close the curtains. I sit down beside him again and bite my lip, unsure what I'm supposed to do next. Simon moves slightly closer to me and puts an arm around my shoulder. "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, you know."

"No, it's not that I don't want to, I just... Don't really know where to start." I say, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Neither do I, to be honest. But we probably shouldn't sit around waiting for the perfect moment. A perfect moment won't come to us unless we invite it."

I smile a little. "You sound like a philosopher or something."

He returns my smile warmly, and just seeing him happy and calm seems to ease some of the tension. "So... We're both sure we want this... The curtains are closed... And there's no one around to interrupt us..." His smile becomes a little more mischievous. "What are we still waiting for?"

His confidence makes me grin, and the nervousness slowly melts away to make way for excitement. No longer able to resist, I pull him closer to me and kiss him, our bodies pressing against each other. I felt embarrassed and nervous before but now all I feel is the need for Simon, how right it feels to have his body pressed against mine. His hands travel further than they have before, roaming over my body and eventually reaching the hem of my shirt. He breaks the kiss and looks into my eyes but before he even has the chance to ask, I nod. "Yes..."

And, well, you can imagine where things go from there.

I like these lil notes too much: This one was really difficult and also really fun to write. I was already thinking about how to write this before some of the other parts were published lol. It was intended as a consent scene not a sex scene, because there was no consent in YR but there should be. It was kind of intended to be awkward but also gentle and sweet, so I hope I did ok. Tysm for reading!! <3