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Tommy sighed as he stared at his ceiling from his place in his bed. He had earbuds in, listening to Wilbur, he found comfort in the older males voice. Especially when he can’t sleep, which was his current problem. The blond held up his phone and looked at the time, 2:00AM. For fuck sake it’s two in the morning already? he groaned to himself before rolling over onto his stomach. He then decided to open Imessage to message Tubbo and Wilbur, with hopes that one would answer.
He shoved his head into the bend of his arm in wait, one of these fucker better answer. He was bored and overly tired, he thought about playing on the smp; but he couldn’t do much stuck in the prison. Why can’t I sleep? he asked himself for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Maybe it’s stress? I should talk to Will about it… Wilbur- why do I think about him so much? The tall brit lived in his head rent free, so much it was unhealthy. Tommy just thought it was because he was a friend… or maybe was it more? I like t-. His train of thought caught off when his phone buzzed.
Tommy; are you awake [2:00am]
Wilbur; Yeah, I’m about to shower. What’s up? [2;10am]
Tommy pushed his eyebrows as a weird feeling washed over him, that’s weird… why do I feel so warm?
Tommy; what do you doi f you cant sleep?
Wilbur; I sometimes listen to music. Idk, why?
Tommy; cause i cant sleep asshole, and I tried music
Wilbur; oh, well what are you listening to?
Tommy; umm, your music
The teen couldn’t stop the pink blush that spread across his face. He didn’t understand why he was embarrassed about it. Wilbur knew that Tommy listened to his music, so why was he feeling so… flustered? He huffed as the warm feeling came back. Like a brick at the bottom of his stomach.
Wilbur; okay, are you stressed or something? Is there anything on your mind?
Yeah, you for some reason.
Tommy ; nope. I'm just bored. There has to be something I can do to get me to sleep. Right?
Tommy bit his lip as he watched Wilbur type then it disappeared. He sighed, maybe he got in the shower. He told himself before he froze, swallowing thickly as his mind started to picture Wilbur in the shower.
Images of his older friend's naked body appeared one after another. Sinful videos played in his head of Wilbur washing himself, vivid images of his body covered in soap suds. He pictured Will's hands traveling down his V lines to his crotch. No no no, Thomas stop thinking about- too late . He groaned as he noticed he was hard. He only has ever touched him a few times in his life, he hardly ever had to. Usually he’d leave it alone… but now he knew he couldn’t. He needed something to do.
He let out a soft moan as he pushed his hips into the mattress. Should I lock the door? no, it’s too late for that. I’ll just have to stay quiet, he flipped over on to his back before lifting his waist to pull off his boxers. The teen sighed in surprise as the cool air made contact with sensitive skin, I can’t believe I’m doing this.
He reached down and ghosted his hand over his hard cock, in his mind he started to picture Wilbur teasing him. Letting his hand leave phantom touched for a bit before he wrapped his long fingers around himself. Immediately rutting into his hand. “Fuck, Will.” He whined out quietly. He brought his other hand to his mouth, to try and block out the moans and whimpers leaving his mouth as he started going faster.
“Mhmm.” he felt himself getting closer, “are you going to come?” Wilbur’s voice asked him in his head and he nodded as he moaned out a yes. The blond started going faster, his hips moving with his hand, “Fuck Will, I’m-” He started to cum with a shallow thrust and a high pitched whine. “Are you cumming?” He nodded as he went limp against the bed.
Suddenly a wave of guilt washed over him. He just got off on the thought of one of his best friends… someone eight years older than him; someone who is supposed to be a brother to him. It’s only a one time thing- yeah, that’s it.
The sound of his phone vibrating like crazy woke him up the next morning. He groaned, opening his eyes and as he reached for his phone. He hit the power button and saw that he had a bunch of messages from Tubbo and Wilbur. Shit it’s noon, he groaned then clicked on his notifications from Tubbo. Not wanting to talk to Wilbur just yet.
Tommy; are you awake im bored [2:00AM]
Tubbo; sorry mate i was sleeping [6:00AM]
Tubbo; Did you get any selep?
Tubbo; are you busy? Wanna hop on the origin smp? [10:00AM]
Tubbo; im going to asume u r sleeping, message me when u r awake [11:50AM]
“Damn, He’s clingy.” he chuckled to himself as he stood up and walked over to his chair, sitting down before sending a message back saying he was awake. Then he hesitantly checks the messages from Wilbur.
Tommy ; nope. Im just bored. There has to be something i can do to get me to sleep. Right? [2:20AM]
[Message Deleted]
Wilbur; Just google ways to fall asleep, Tommy. I don’t know how to help [2:29AM]
Wilbur; I’m going to assume you fell asleep or found something to do. Good night mate.
Why did he delete a message? What did it say? I- he jumped slightly as he received a call from discord.
“Hello?” he said right before yawning. He heard Tubbo laugh, “Tommy! Wanna hop on Minecraft with us?” Tommy froze, then looked at who was in the call. Tubbo, Jack, and fucking Wilbur. What I did last night is going to haunt me. “You good, Tommy?” Will asked once he noticed that the teen wasn’t his usual loud self. Tommy bit his lip, something about the musician asking if he was okay made his stomach fill up with butterflies. “Yeah- I’m good. I haven’t been sleeping well.”
Wilbur laughed and it made Tommy’s head spin. It was heaven, his laugh was so warm. His laugh is amazing- he’s so perfect, I w- oh dear. His eyes widened as he slowly realized that he has a crush on the one and only Will Gold. Holy shit- I think I like Wilbur fucking Soot.