Wilbur and Jschlatt Oneshots

(Romantic) consequences

a/n: not too happy with this one, didnt use a lot of dialogue and some things were too repetitive. been a little busy but do expect an update on my other book. but i wanted to thank all of you for 1k reads!! <3

tw: underage drinking (schlatt), making out

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the lanky males clambered towards the marble counter where alcoholic drinks of all kinds were scattered. wilbur and schlatt were squished together, stupidly giggling about nothing in particular. wilbur placed an arm around a blonde sitting on a stool, scrolling through a drama filled social media app. carson let out a small grunt as most of wilbur's weight was pushed onto him.

   "eeyy! carsonn, m'duude!" wilbur blurted out, accented words slurred with the too many beverages he consumed. the brit let out a tiny giggle, lips pulling into a dopey smile and eyes scrunching up. carson just gave him a slight smile in return.

   "hey wilb-" the mostly sober male was interrupted by a different slurred but much more familiar new york accent.

   "carsson, wh..what are yaaa? some.. some fuckin... loser on the phonneee?" schlatt's words were over pronounced as he stumbled forward. his wobbly movements almost caused him to fall over, but he used the britsh brunette to hold himself. carson said nothing and nudged the two away.

   "whhat a fuckinn douche, ehh?" wilbur asked schlatt. schlatt nodded. the new yorker's mud brown eyes met the honey hued eyes of the brit. the drunken giggles quieted down as the men stared at each other. until schlatt took a step forward.

   "ya, wannaa, go..uh.. find aaa room?" schlatt questioned the other, hunger prominent in his eyes. heat filled the cheeks of the taller man, then he nodded in agreement. the two stumbled off, in search of stairs. they were too drunk to notice the plenty pairs of eyes focusing on their exit.

   the boys made it half way up the polished wooden stairs before wilbur was pushed against the railing. alcohol stained lips collided messily with each other. teeth clicked together   and noses smashed. but the brit and american didn't mind. hands from the taller male found themselves tangled in the shorter's smooth locks.

   wilbur moved schlatt away, pressing their foreheads against one another. "r-room." wilbur panted. schlatt took a moment to catch his breath, a burning sensation flooded his body. the new yorker felt too hot to keep his maroon sweatshirt on his body. he swiftly removed the heavy piece of clothing off. wilbur shifted, cheeks flushing red as he watched the other.

   schlatt grabbed the wrist of the other, harshly yanking him up the rest of stairs. both men hurried to the nearest door they could find,  wilbur fumbled with the doorknob as schlatt grumbled. the younger led the slightly older onto a neatly made bed. their bodies tangled together as they continued their passionate kissing. neither could tell who was making the small moans against the other's lips but they just assumed it was from both of them.

   after minutes of vodka tasting lips and tongues moving together, the drunken men were worn out. they removed remaining clothing from their skinny torsos, leaving them on carpeted floor. pressed up against each other, schlatt and wilbur intertwined their hands. meaningful 'i love you''s were whispered. sleep overcame them and the new lovers fell asleep to faint laughing and music.

   they weren't aware of all the headaches and confusion they were to receive in the morning. but all the young men knew was that they were both finally able to express their feelings, even if it was in a way that would have consequences.