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souredgrape · 21 days ago

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The Wrong Guest

Warnings: bullying, weight, insecurities, alcoholism, tiny injury, crying

WC: 3.5k

Synopsis: Will invites a rising YouTuber to be a guest on his channel. What a mistake that was.

James walked into the office, greeting Mikey happily, noticing instantly that he looked off.

“What’s up with you? Did Will do something?” He joked, earning a scoff from the red-head.

“Not this time, it’s the guest we have today. He’s gonna be thirty minutes late apparently.” Mikey sighed, typing away on his phone. James frowned. Will had told him about this new, upcoming YouTuber who had reached out for a few collabs. Being the kind person he is, Will agreed and had invited him to the office for the day. Apparently they were filming two videos. A scam product review and a taste test of local take aways with low ratings. Nothing out of the ordinary. Wishing Mikey luck, James went through to the main room, finding Will by their desk.

“Hey.” He called out, getting the elders attention. Will looked up from what he was doing, doing a slight double take. It was no secret that, over the past year, James had gotten really attractive. Not that Will never found the man to be good looking, because he always was. But now it was just harder to pretend. Especially today. James was wearing ripped blue jeans, extenuating his thighs, his Doc Martens and a casual band t-shirt. On anyone else the outfit may have been boring, but Will thought James looked great.

“Hi, I’ve not ordered coffee yet, waiting for Zackz to reply to me.” Will huffed, making James smile as he sat himself in his chair.

“Zackz? That’s his name?”

“Yeah, he’s just starting to blow up, and he does a similar style of content to us.” Will explained, quickly sitting by his friend. There were three chairs behind the desk instead of two. “I’m starting to regret it already, he’s ignoring mine and Mikeys texts. Why do I do I do these things Jim?” James let out a small laugh, placing his hand on Wills knee comfortingly.

“Because you’re too nice Will. But it’s only a couple hours don’t worry, and I’m here so it won’t be that bad.” The grin James gave him made Will instantly feel fine. Plus, his hand on his leg caused more than just butterflies. Getting up uber eats on his phone, Will moved closer to James and simpered.

“That’s very true. Let’s just order our coffee, he can sod himself.” James nod in agreement, resting his head on Wills shoulder and watching him place the order. Once that was done, the shorter placed his phone on the desk and turned his head to look at James. They were so close, their eyes meeting.

“Your hair looks good today…” Will muttered, brushing back some of the dark curls softly. “The mullet suits you.”

“Why are you being nice to me?” James smiled shyly, trying not to think too much into how he was acting. Even though his heart was hammering in his chest from the close proximity.

“I’m always nice to you.” Will smirked, letting his hand fall onto the one James had on his thigh.

“Well what’s up boys?” A grating voice made them jump apart. When they looked up they were met with a man neither had met. Zackz. He was average height and build, with a bit of a pot belly. Short, blonde, oily hair sat on top of his head, spiked up slightly. He had a flannel shirt on and black skinny jeans. Will stood up, greeting the man politely and pointing for him to sit in the middle seat.

“So you’re James? The music guy right?”

“Uh yeah, that’s me.” James laughed a little. Will gathered everyone, helping Aby get the reject products at the ready. Zackz looked James up and down, amusement in his grey eyes.

“You’re a bit of an emo aren’t you?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that?” James was confused, sure he was edgy. But emo? Not really.

“Actually yeah, emos are usually skinny.” Zackz shrugged, sitting straight and leaving James slightly shocked. He had said it so confidently, yet no one else had heard apparently. Maybe it was his attempt at humour? So James shrugged it off, happy that Will had now sat in his usual seat.

“All good?” He asked with a smile and James nod enthusiastically.

“Can’t wait to see what shitty products we’ve got today.” He rubbed his hands together, making Will chuckle.

“Calm down big man. It’s literal trash.” Zackz rolled his eyes. James smile faltered, but he didn’t complain, even though Will didn’t seem too impressed by the statement.

They were a bit into the video, and Will had decided he did not like Zackz one bit. Not only was his humour bland, his wit slow and laugh painful to hear, but his comments about James were really odd. So far he had called him boring, a tart, an idiot, a sap. The list went on.

“Right guys so next we have James’s favourite drink ever! Prime!” Will cheered, earning a whine from the tall man.

“No man not fucking prime again.”

“What’s the matter? Not strong enough for you?” Zackz sniggered, pulling a bottle closer to him. Will frowned again, they did make jokes about it at times but this seemed more targeted. “Whats up with it anyway?”

��Oh uh, apparently the batch is sour?” Will replied, sending a slight glare to the man beside him. Zackz hummed.

“So maybe it will remind you of old times, ‘ey James?” James didn’t reply, just opened the energy drink up and took a sniff.

“God that’s ghastly.” He almost gagged, turning and watching as Will took a sip. The Geordie pulled a face, shaking his head.

“No brother, take your veto that is foul. how did they mess that up then?”

They took five minutes after finishing up the first video, making sure that they had all the take outs and their reviews.

“Bet you’re looking forward to this one aren’t you?” Zackz gleamed at James.

“Not really no, they’ve all got one star. Probably all mouldy or some shit.” James shifted slightly.

“Well fattys eat anything, so I’m sure you’ll love it.” Zackz smirked, watching the other man’s face drop. Again, no one had heard him. Will came back, taking his seat.

“All good?” He looked between the other men, sensing something was off, but James just smiled and nod whilst sipping his coffee.

Will introduced the video, explaining the set up and the different foods they would be trying. Orla put a few boxes of Mexican take out in front of them along with water.

“Be careful, mr tubby over here might just scran it all.” Zackz cackled, elbowing James in the arm in what was supposed to be a playful manner, but it did hurt. Physically too. Will looked at his crew in shock. James played it off, trying to laugh as they all opened a box.

“Oh it’s whiffy.” He complained, pulling a face.

“Yeah that rice looks stale as anything.” Will agreed, taking a bite and instantly spitting it out. They carried on, reading the awful reviews before moving onto the next restaurant.

“Billy’s Chinese.” Will read out, handing everyone a Tupperware box.

“I am partial to a Chinese.” James grinned, trying to join in with the banter as usual, using an overly posh tone at that.

“Oh we know.” Zackz laughed, opening the spring rolls up. “It’s pretty obvious.” James kept the smile on his face, letting out a sound of a laugh. He did in fact try one of the spring rolls, nodding with a pleasing surprise. “Look at him, a proper pig. Bet he oinks in his sleep don’t you?” Behind the camera, even Mikey looked angry and James saw this, giving him a look to say ‘please don’t cause a fuss’ . Will was beyond unhappy, part of him wanting to just cut the camera, but he knew that would only upset James.

“Uh not bad, I think it was just the customer service that got em a two star review.” He explained, Aby taking away the left overs and replacing them with a very suspicious looking Italian. “This is the oiliest spaghetti I have ever seen.”

“Yeah that is swimming, you can enjoy that one alone.” James decided, pulling the plate of breadsticks and white sauce closer to him. Zackz was gobbling up a piece of soggy pizza, unfazed by it. James picked up one of the breadsticks, dipping it into the sauce and taking a small bite. It was just okay, not very flavourful.

“You’re the most pompous cow I’ve ever seen, taking that tiny scrap. Too shy to stuff your face in front of us?” Zackz rolled his eyes, head lolling in his direction.

“Aha, clearly.” James mumbled, pushing the plate away from himself. Whilst Zackz was laughing, Will reached behind and placed a hand on James shoulder, looking at him with worry. The younger just smiled weakly, not quite reaching his eyes before turning back and giving his review.

“How are these places still in business?”

“Drugs Will.” James said monotonously, making a few people laugh. Zackz grew agitated, taking off his shirt, leaving him in his vest. They were met with an awful smell of b.o.

“The next place is actually a bakery.” Orla spoke, the men all making a noise of surprise. “We’ve got cake, brownies and buns.”

“Yeah you’d like to get a load of these buns, right Will?” James said flirtatiously, the treats being placed up in front of them. Including a block of cake covered in white frosting. Will smiled coyly, laughing to himself. In between them, Zackz spoke under his breath ‘disgusting.’ That struck a nerve within the brunette, tipping him close to his breaking point. Breaking off a piece of the cake, James bit into it and was pleasantly surprised.

“Oh it’s fucking red velvet again, you got this just for me right?” James smiled, looking over at Will, who smiled back at him with a warm glint in his eye. That cheesy grin from the shorter man always made him feel better, the way he looked at him with such care warmed his heart.

“Of course they did. Got to keep the fatty happy right? This is why you’re single mate. No one wants that podge.” Zackz mocked, licking the frosting off his plastic spoon. James suddenly felt sick to his stomach, standing up and shaking his head, before rushing out of the room. He bolted for the bathroom, slamming the door behind himself and collapsing by the toilet. The poor man heaved but nothing came up, it was merely a rush of emotion. Breathing heavily, he slumped against the wall, his head dropping onto his knees as he began to sob violently. His hands gripped onto his upper arms, hugging around his knees, his nails digging into his own flesh.

The studio was silent for a moment, the crew in shock at everything they’d been witnessing. Mikey shared a look with Aby and Orla, too stunned to speak. On the other hand, Will was fuming, looking at the door his best friend had just ran through with worry. Zackz whistled, letting out a quiet laugh.

“Can’t even take a joke how pathetic, am I right?” He chuckled again, looking to his right. However he was met with the burning glare of Will.

“Are you mentally unwell? Or are you just so fucked in the head that you enjoy fucking people around and watching them break?” Will spat, the man next to him looking rather surprised. He held his hands up in defence, letting out a scoffed sound of laughter.

“Alright calm down, it’s not that deep.” Zackz was quick to belittle the situation. “He needs to man up and get a sense of humour.”

“That man is the funniest person I know, you’re just desperate for any kind of attention that you’ll happily destroy someones self esteem in the process.” The rage was boiling away inside of Will, the rest of the room was tense and silent. “He is the kindest most gentle soul. He sat through hours of you tormenting him just so we’d have a video, using something against him that you knew would hit a nerve. For what? Fame? If you think that these videos are being uploaded after all this shit you’re braindead.” Everyone listened intently as Will defended James, mostly with a knowing smile on their faces. Zackz let out an exasperated huff, giving the crew a scornful expression.

“Alright, I didn’t know you were gay for him.” He teased smugly. Will snapped, standing up and landing a painful slap on the blondes cheek.

“Get him the fuck out of here.” He didn’t bother giving Zackz another look, he simply didn’t deserve any more attention. But he did hear Mikey getting slightly aggressive with the man, clearly kicking him out. Will walked down the hall, stopping outside of the bathroom. He didn’t wait though, trying the handle and finding it, thankfully, open. Seeing James crumpled up against the wall made his heart ache. Will rushed over, crouching by his side and pulling him into his arms. James hardly flinched, instinctively pressing his face into Wills shoulder. He held the sobbing man closer, rocking them both slowly. Will pressed his lips to James’s temple.

“I thought I was doing welll.” James croaked, whilst Will pulled back, holding him at arms length. Then he noticed the small crescent shaped cuts on the taller man’s upper arms. “I-I’ve lost so much weight.” Realising that James was blaming himself, Will shook his head fiercely.

“You look fucking fantastic James. Don’t let some clout chasing twat bring you down.” He sighed, cupping James’s cheek and thumbing away his tears tenderly. “You’re a good looking man. But you always have been regardless of weight. You’re tall, you’ve got dark features, kind eyes, plump lips..” Will trailed off slightly, getting distracted by said lips. James sniffled, leaning into his hand, gazing at Will sadly.

“I ruined the shoot didn’t I?”

“Of course you didn’t, that idiot did. You were perfect, like always. You sat through all that shit, did he say anything else?” Will asked. James shrugged, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Just stupid comments, like calling me emo, calling me fat like you heard then he..” James stopped, wondering if he should admit what had upset him. Will tilted his head

“Then he what?”

“When I made that joke..about the buns, he called it disgusting. Like idea of us together, is disgusting.” James stuttered over the last few words, worried about how they’d be received. He avoided eye contact with Will, scared that he’d see right through him.

“That’s because the asshole is also homophobic, he said something stupid like that to me.” Will huffed, stroking James’s cheek still. He looked at the man with a soft smile. “He was projecting his own insecurities onto you.”

“You think?”

“No I know. He’s a fucking ugly, oily, greedy bastard.” Both men laughed at Wills description of Zackz, the atmosphere relaxing slightly. James let out a breath, pressing his cheek against Wills hand. Their eyes met once again, wills thumb tracing just under James lips.

“For the record, you were right…” Will muttered, slowly closing the gap between them, until their noses touched.

“About what?” James managed to get out, a warmth spreading across his face. Instead of speaking, Will pressed their lips together softly. There was no hesitation, James melted against him, his hands moving to grip onto his shirt. Their lips moved together in conjunction, as Will brought James even closer to him. The kiss grew heated fast, with James growing in confidence and raising up to his knees, slowly moving till he had leverage. Holding his waist, Will didn’t break the kiss, he pulled James to straddle his lap. Meanwhile his free hand held his jaw possessively, their tongues pressing against one another. This drew a whine from the taller man, as he settled on Wills lap comfortably. This only enticed Will more, the elder struggling to control his desires.

“James..” Will mumbled against his lips, sadly breaking their first kiss. James gazed down at him and hummed in question, feeling Wills hands trail down his sides till they landed ok his thighs. “We should stop. As much as I like this, and as much as you probably don’t mind rutting against the bathroom floor.” He joked, making James laugh but get up anyway, pulling Will along with him. Before leaving, the taller couldn’t help himself and leant down, leaving a chaste kiss on his lips. “Don’t go back to Brighton tonight, come with me?” Will offered, brushing some hair back from James eyes. In response, James nod coyly, allowing Will to take him back into the studio. He was greeted by the worried crew, all surrounding him and trying to console him. It was really sweet.

“I think you should upload both videos, leave in all the shit he said.” Mikey said as everyone was cleaning up. Will stopped, looking at the red head.

“That’s actually a good idea, putting him on blast. What do you think Jim?” James looked over, tying up a bin bag. He thought for a moment then nod slowly.

“It’ll ruin him right? I think that’s worth embarrassing myself for.”

“You have no reason to be embarrassed. None.” Will was quick to say, shooting the man a pointed look. They stared at each other for a minute, until James began to blush, so he quickly went back to tidying up.

———

Stepping into Wills place, James hung up his leather jacket then made himself comfy on the couch. Letting his head fall onto the arm rest, he sighed and closed his eyes. Will looked at him fondly, before his eyes focused in on the nail shaped cuts on his arms. They didn’t need any medical attention but it upset him. Will crouched next to him, gently tracing the cuts.

“Are we going to talk about it?”

“What? This kiss? I think it’s obvious that I’ve liked you for a while Will.” James scoffed, earning a small chuckle from the other man.

“No not that, about how you’re feeling.” This made James open his eyes, turning his head and looking at Will.

“I don’t know..”

“Well you were upset enough to hurt yourself.” Will pointed out, still holding his arm.

“I didn’t mean to, it was an accident.” James muttered, looking away once more. Not liking his attitude, Will got up and manoeuvred James so he could sit on the couch too.

“You don’t seem surprised though. And if you’re really upset then I want you to talk to me.” It was quiet for a few minutes, Will decided to let James gather his thoughts. James rubbed his face, sitting straight. He thought the best thing would be to pretend it didn’t bother him. But it really did.

“It just took me off guard and, it really did get to me.” James started, putting his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. Will moved closer, placing a kind hand on his thigh. “I believe everything he said Will.” Hearing this, the older instantly scowled. To him, James was the epitome of good looking, everything someone could want in a partner. The longer James thought, the more worked up he grew, tears lining his eyes that were covered by his hands. Unfortunately, he let a quiet sob slip, alerting Will.

“James..”

“And then you kissed me.” James stuttered, “and I don’t understand why?” Wills heart ached as the man cried. “Why the fuck would you want to kiss someone like me? Someone who’s fucking hideous, you could do so much b-“ James was stopped abruptly, when Will lifted his face with a gentle force.

“Shut up.” Before James could respond, Will was kissing him again. It was filled with a million unsaid words, an outpouring of emotion. James moved his lips against Wills with fervour, his hands finding purchase on his waist. Will gently pushed James back, hovering over him without breaking the kiss. He nipped at James’s bottom lip, earning a gasp from the other man. Now straddling his hips, Will hummed into the kiss, enjoying the moment far too much. James gripped Wills thighs, his lungs burning from lack of hair. Sensing this, the Geordie pulled away. “You’re not hideous. And I don’t want ‘better’, to me there is no better. I want you.” Will reassured, pressing his lips to his cheek after. Below him, James smiled shyly, playing with the material of Wills shirt.

“Thank you.”

“You have nout to thank me for.” Will chuckled, straightening out James’s hair half heartedly. “So, you’ve liked me for how long exactly?”

“Oh don’t act surprised, you knew the whole time.” James huffed, blushing slightly.

“Mm nah, not the whole time. Think I figured it out about two months ago…” Will admitted, making the man beneath him suddenly sit up. He held Wills hips, keeping him on his lap.

“Seriously? That’s it?”

“I thought you were just acting like that for the content!” They both laughed, foreheads resting against each others. “Your eyes gave you away.”

“My eyes?” James asked curiously.

“Mhm, they’re full of love.” Will simpered, stroking James cheek lovingly.

“Only for you.” The younger gave him a cheesy grin, earning a light-hearted scoff in response.

“Yeah, that better be the case.”

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dubutokkinya · 1 year ago

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The Holy Grail

There was no space left between them, there was nothing that could separate them, nor could the voices of the rest of the world reach them; there at the top of their world were just the two of them. The rules no longer existed, nor the codes, guilt and fear had been left so far behind that the road seemed impossibly long. There were only two who would not have to be saved again, the noise of the world had stopped and finally, now between those arms, there was only peace. He felt Will's hands slide over his body as if he had always known the way back home, as if he himself had always been that home. Instinctively he almost closed his eyes, but he forced himself not to do, he wanted to see him, he wanted to record each of the gestures on Will's face in his memory, he wanted to retain them there as an eternal image, as something that he would never again see. as something that he would never abandon. He wanted to feel that there was something good in him, something beyond the remnants of a past that no matter what he did would always haunt him. He wanted to get lost in those enormous black eyes, he wanted to sink into that sea of darkness and feel that the further he got from the light, the freer and more he could be. He wanted to be only James in his arms, not the traitor, not Anharion, not the reborned, he wanted to be his, only his and no one else's. 'Do it' he asked, swallowing hard and feeling his cheeks turn red. Will didn't answer him. He wondered what things were running through his mind, what he was thinking. There above him, his knight-errant, the perfect hero, the savior. Looking at him as if he were the only one capable of seeing beyond the labels that the world had imposed on him, him always being himself, more than anyone else, being able to devour fears as if nothing were impossible for him. James reached out and caressed Will's face very carefully, almost without touching him, as if he was afraid that touching him, with his fingers, might corrupt him in some way. And yet, although he did not want to infect him with what he could never avoid, he wanted to take him away, immerse him in the darkness next to him, make him as his own. He watched as Will's hands moved to his neck and swallowed again. 'Do it,' he begged her with a whimper. And Will did it. He clung to his neck as the only collar he really wanted to be possessed by. His grip was strong, determined and sure. His hands were warm, so different from James's, always cold. Will squeezed and the air got stuck in his throat, he opened his lips to try to breathe and between the gap because he must have passed the air a moan escaped him. James couldn't stop looking at him, lost in those two beautiful, deep dark spheres that Will had for eyes. He wanted to stop breathing, he wanted to get lost between the conscious and the unconscious of that dirty and forbidden sensation, the limbo between the living and the dead, between good and bad, the place where, perhaps both had always belonged.

He wanted to tell him everything that perhaps no one had ever told him, he wanted to hear it, he wanted to be selfish, to corrupt him, to take everything good and holy that was in Will and make it his own. Because there was no doubt, James was Will's, he was his, only his, every part of his body wanted him, every part of his mind begged him, every deepest corner of his essence, even those he had not yet met, those hiding they were shouting for Will. He felt that Will, he, was the cure for all evil, he was the end of the road. He could no longer speak, the grip on his neck was getting stronger, but the strange sensation between sweet and painful was becoming addictive. He would have laughed if he could, in the end everyone was right, he was rotten, he was a perverted masochist and, although it was strange, he didn't feel bad, because feeling the warmth of Will's fingers getting stuck in his neck would never stop him. felt so alive. He wanted to tell him not to stop doing it, that in part, he wanted a punishment, but he didn't say it, he didn't need to. And when Will leaned in, when it was the golden boy's lips that landed on his and the grip on his neck dissipated, the air escaped him in a muffled moan against the other's skin. 'Kiss Me' He asked, but Will didn't. He stood still, a few millimeters from his lips, with his gaze focused on something far beyond him, as if with those night eyes he were capable of devouring the past.

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