Loud And Clear (boyxboy)

Playing It Cool

Lucas woke up with two arms securely around his waist and an awkward morning boner.

His back was plastered to a sweaty chest and his hair was damp from the hot air-and probably drool-from where William had his face pressed to the back of his head.

The sun was leaking through the crack in the curtains and heating the room up like an oven but that didn't seem to be bothering William in the slightest because when Lucas tried to shift away, is friend only nuzzled in closer.

And then after a moment of lying there, wondering what to do, William let out a soft little sigh and his grip loosened. Just as Lucas was about to roll away, William's palm slipped lower down Lucas' belly, dangerously close to the elastic band on his pj's and what lay beneath.

Lucas froze rigidly, all the way up until he realized that William's hand wasn't stopping in its quest downward.

Lucas sat up with an awkward squeak, shoving William's hands away and clutching the blankets to himself like a shield.

"What are you doing?!" he demanded.

All the commotion finally woke William up.

"Hm?" he breathed, blinking his blue eyes up at Lucas blearily. When Lucas only stared down at him dumbly, a silly smile fell onto William's face.

"Morning," he said in a heavy, sleepy voice. His fingers magically found the ticklish spots on Lucas' back and traced against them, making him instantly shiver before, a moment later, his hand was gone as he stretched out. "How long have you been up?"

"Just a few minutes," Lucas said.

God this was awkward. Why did he feel so awkward?

William's goofy smile slowly slipped all the way down into a frown.

"What's wrong?" he asked. His voice sounded uneasy and worried and Lucas wanted the smile back immediately.

"Nothing!" Lucas cringed at the volume of his voice and tried again. "I'm totally fine."

His voice rose to an uncomfortable pitch at the end and he winced. Why was he thinking about last night? He'd decided to brush it off but--

William's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Shit. He couldn't remember what he'd dreamed about exactly but something hot and sticky and related to the way they'd been curled around each other jumped into Lucas' mind and his eyes widened.

"Um."

He tried to come up with a valid excuse before he clambered over William and fell off the bed, but nothing came to mind so he laid on the floor spread eagle for a moment, without an explanation, before remembering how thin his pajamas were and how hard he was. Lucas rolled away with a shout, hoping that William hadn't noticed it.

He made it to the washroom and slammed the door shut behind him, plastering himself against the back of it as though he was being chased.

"Shit!"

He clamped a hand over his mouth, aware that William could probably hear him.

Lucas glanced at himself in the mirror, uneasily taking in his flushed skin and wannabe fro. Not to mention the utter disgrace of dried drool down his chin.

God, he was disgusting. How was it that William had even stomached kissing him? Lord knew he was one of the very few who would ever give it a try. 

With a sigh, Lucas ran the cold water. He scrubbed his face down and attempted to flatten down his hair as much as possible before deciding to brave the bedroom again.