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The show was over, all the fan’s had gone home after meeting the band behind the venue.

So why was he still here?

Why was TommyInnit hanging around after a Lovejoy gig?

He wasn’t even going to go— it just happened to be that Lovejoy were playing in Philadelphia the weekend that he was there visiting his girlfriend— but he was too intrigued not to go.

He sported the darkest hoodie he had and spent the whole gig at the back of the room.

He hadn’t seen Wilbur in almost two years.

He used to see him every day.

And now he’s in front of him, and all their fans, playing songs that Tommy knows for a fact were about… well the whole fucked up situation they were all planted in last year.

But they’re good— god, we’re the songs good.

Even just their performance as a band was better than when Tommy was a fan.

They’d definitely grown as a band… and Wilbur had grown as a man.

Tommy had seen some photos online, Will clearly wasn’t doing well for a while…

guess that makes two of them.

But now he seems to be doing a lot better, which strangely makes Tommy feel a little better.

After getting a drink or two down, it was a little easier to relax and enjoy the music— but Tommy was still paranoid out of his mind.

What if someone turned around and saw him?

What if Will or anyone with the band saw him— what if, what if…

Seriously?

The gig went completely fine, Tommy was just overthinking it. What he should’ve been worrying about was telling his friends where he was.

Why did he have to text Jack?

<I only went to check them out, I haven’t seen them in ages

>Mate, they’re fucking wronguns that’s why you haven’t seen them

>I know, but still

<No Tom, leave before someone sees you

“Hey? Excuse me?”, Will, who came outside of the band’s tour bus to have a smoke, calls out to the man standing alone with his head in his phone.

They met a bunch of their fans around half an hour ago as they were ‘leaving in their tour bus’. Really, they do that so the fans can leave and they can safely load all their equipment into the bus, as well as having a drink or a smoke before they hit the road.

But this… guy— who doesn’t even seem to be interested that the lead singer of the band is calling out for him.

“Did you want a photo? Hello?”, Will asks, confused why this man is here as he takes a drag of his cigarette and steps a little closer to the stranger.

<No one’s going to see me, I’m wearing a disguise

>This isn’t a joke, Tom

It doesn’t hit Tommy until he’s fully done with Jack that a man has been shouting at him.

Tommy turns his face to the voice in what feels like slow motion, and as he does, Wilbur’s heart drops in his chest and hits the floor.

Silent glances between the two— one looking good but different, and the other grown and hiding behind a hood.

But even under that hood, Wilbur can still see those bright blue recognisable eyes— the ones he fell for long ago, and dreams about most nights.

“T—Tommy?”, Will whispers, unsure if he’s seeing his ex best friend or his eyes are just playing tricks on him without his glasses.

The twenty something man says nothing, putting his phone in his hoodie pocket and just staring.

Will takes a small step forward and watches with close to teary eyes as the younger in front of him takes a step back.

Tommy was close to crying too.

Wilbur? Acknowledging him? What year is it??

But he was also scared.

He didn’t know why or what of.

But he was scared.

“Tommy… you’re… you’re here?”, Will whispers, dropping his cigarette on the floor to stomp it out before taking another step closer to the blonde— although you really cannot see his blonde hair under the hood.

Tommy didn’t move, but he couldn’t speak.

He couldn’t speak to Wilbur.

Maybe that’s why the gods sent out Joe at the perfect time.

“Will, who are you—?”, Joe laughs as he turns around the corner of the bus door, spotting Will standing in front of…

“Tommy!”

The man launches himself at the kid, hugging him so tightly as if to make up for the amount of hugs they’ve missed over the past two years.

“Holy shit! What are you doing here?!”, Joe smiles, holding Tommy by his shoulders as he questions him.

Just seeing Joe smile made Tommy feel right again.

Right enough to talk.

“Here to see your show”, Tommy says with a subtle smile, trying not to look over Joe’s shoulder at Wilbur.

“No shit you came to fuckin’ Philly to see us play— we’re playing in Brighton next month!”, Joe shots, patting Tommy on the back as he talks.

“I was here and got a ticket last minute”, Tommy admits, laughing along with Joe.

“You paid for your own ticket— we’ll get you a refund!”, Joe announces, wrapping an arm around Tommy’s neck and guiding him inside of the tour bus.

Will follows without saying anything, just holding his hands together as he debates taking out the packet of cigs in his right pocket.

“What’s going on—?“, Ash stands from his place on the arm of the couch, following the noise into the corridor, “Tommy fucking Innit!”.

Tommy hadn’t been around this many people who were surprised to see him in a long while.

He literally was just a shy teen again, cowering in his hoodie as Ash hugs him.

“How’ve you been?”, Ash asks, lifting his sunglasses off his eyes and into his long hair.

“Good…”, Tommy awkwardly nods, looking around in the bus as Mark gets up.

“Shit, we haven’t seen you in while”, Mark laughs, strongly hugging the twenty one year old as he tries to breathe more consistently.

“What are you doing here?”, Ash asks, a bright smile on his face now that Tom is here.

“I was in the area, visiting my… my girlfriend, and I thought I’d come hear you play”, Tommy explains, lifting his shoulders and speaking with more energy and confidence.

These guys were his friends after all.

“Well… did you like the new stuff?”, Joe asks, sitting down on the couch with a beer in his hands— patting the spot beside him for the younger.

“Yeah…”, Tommy sits down, trying to be kind and not get caught up in the thought that Wilbur is across the room from him, just sat on the back of the couch with his head down, “Yeah, you guys are fuckin’ sick live now!”.

The guys all laugh as will only lifts his head up, to watch.

“Your new songs were all really cool, I really loved the vibe of them— and Joe, you sing now??!”, Tommy exclaims, feeling comfortable in the space the world has forced him into suddenly.

“Yeah? You like it?”, Joe smugly asks.

“Are you fuckin’ joking? You’re incredible—“, Tommy laughs, stopping when his phone vibrates in his pocket.

“Hold on, I have to take this”, he stands in the centre of the room and leaves the bus— only after giving a quick glance to Will as he leaves.

“Jack, mate… I can’t talk to you right now—“

“Tom, think about what you’re doing— I don’t want you to get seen with any of them and then there’s photos or you get caught and put in the fuckin’ bin”, Jack speaks roughly over the phone.

“They’re people, Jack— I don’t really give a shit if I’m seen with them”, Tom groans, stepping away from the bus as he rubs his forehead.

“So you’ve seen him then? Wilbur?”, Jack says with a stutter, like he’s fucking Voldemort.

“Yes, I’ve seen him— I can’t really not see him if I go to see his band’s show”, Tommy’s groans are loud and heard by the four men sitting in their tour bus with the windows down.

“Who’s he talking to?”, Mark asks, sighing as he lies back in the black leather couch.

“Jack Manifold”, Wilbur says way too quickly as he stares out the window at the hooded kid.

“Oh, okay”, Mark sighs, trying to block out the conversation happening outside.

“I just hope you know that you’re going back on everything you’ve said for the past year by doing this—“, Jack says so seriously that Tom quickly hangs up on him.

“Everything alright?”, Wilbur’s voices makes Tommy jump, turning around and seeing the man hovering outside of the bus.

“You weren’t listening to my conversation—?“

“No, of course not… you just looked a little stressed”, Will mumbles, looking a little stressed himself.

“Well… I’m not, I’m fine”, Tommy grumbles, looking to the floor and walking past Wilbur to head back into the tour bus.

Will follows back— intrigued by the blonde he used to know too well.

“So what are you doing these days, Tom?”, Ash asks— caring the most about Tommy since he lived with him for a while.

“Just a lot of stand-up… and tours”, Tommy sighs, looking up and accidentally locking eyes with Wilbur.

“So you’ve moved on from the whole YouTube and Streaming space too?”, Mark nods.

Tommy looks away from Wilbur with a bad taste on his mouth.

Wilbur didn’t move on from streaming like it was some kind of outdated thing for babies.

He got kicked out.

“Yeah, I’m still doing it— I’m just putting more of my time into stand-up”, Tommy leans back in the couch, lifting his hips up without even realising.

Will can’t cope another second without spiralling.

“I didn’t know you were doing stand-up— Will, did you know—?”, Joe sits up, leaning towards Wilbur.

All curious eyes turn to Wilbur, Tommy’s included.

“Yeah— I’m gonna go have a smoke…”, Will stands up suddenly, not leaving a single last glance for Tommy to dissect.

His head was spinning as he walked out of the bus— further away from Tommy.

But he was so distraught by the teen— god, he’s not even a teen anymore— the man showing up and all his band mates brining him in with open arms.

Will could tell from the look on Tommy’s face that he didn’t feel like he should be in that tour bus— because he didn’t.

Tommy was being nice by allowing the other guys to bring him in and ask questions, but his heart was beating faster than usual, and he felt awfully vulnerable.

As if in any moment he could get caught and his life would be over.

Just from talking to some old friends for a moment?

What a world we live in.

Will wandered further out from the bus, sitting down at the curbside by the parking lot next to the venue.

He pulls out the small box from his pocket and takes out a cigarette, holding it in his mouth while he lights the thing with a lighter he got as a gift.

The air was smooth and calming— something he desperately needed after the tension of him and Tommy being in the same room.

But Tommy was used to that kind of tension— after putting himself in situations with strangers for the whole year, he’s used to talking around an elephant in the room.

But this wasn’t an elephant in the room, it was Wilbur.

And the worst part about it being Wilbur— Tommy wasn’t just ‘not afraid’ of confrontation and tension, but he ran head first into it.

Because why not?

The blonde groans as he stands up— his feet feeling heavier than usual— and nods to the guys.

“It was good to see you all again, loved the show”, Tommy smiles before following in the footsteps of Wilbur and leaving the bus dramatically.

The cold air hits Tommy like a ton of fucking bricks— a shiver running down his spine even through his thick hoodie.

He immediately spots him— sitting on the ground with a burning cigarette between his fingers.

He doesn’t hesitate— barely even thinks about it— before walking over to brunette and sitting down next to him on the curbside.

Tommy, with the same face as his teenage self— only a bit more light drawn out of his blue eyes, looks up at Wilbur, expecting him to say something.

Will, as he takes another drag of his cigarette, turns to the kid with a dull expression.

The fact that neither of them are talking says so much about their relationship.

Tommy hadn’t seen Wilbur since…

“Can I?”, Tommy quietly asks, leaning his elbows on his knees as he points to the cig.

Will, not showing one inch of friendliness on his face, hands Tommy the burning cigarette— watching intently as the younger takes it between his lips.

“You smoke?”, Will asks with a stumble chuckle.

Tommy, after pulling the cigarette out of his mouth and letting out the loudest cough Wilbur has ever heard, shakes his head, “No… not for a while”.

Will laughs at that, taking the cig from Tommy’s hands and prompting Tommy to laugh as well.

And he does, they both do, together.

“Does Bill still smoke— are you still close with Bill?”, Will asks, turning his body to face Tommy’s more than before as the older continues to smoke.

“Yeah, he still does… we don’t see him much anymore though, since he’s been staying in America with a friend”, Tommy nods, staring at his hands in his lap as if they were who he was talking to.

“Ah…”, Will nods, turning away and sensing the tension now that the laughing has quietened down.

“How’s the rest of your friends?”, Will turns to Tommy, a bit more of a serious tone in his voice.

Tommy looks up at Wilbur, feeling completely comfortable around a man that he’s hated for two years.

Wilbur was never going to directly hurt him.

It was the people between them who were going to harm.

Tommy swallows before answering, “They’re good… a lot of my mates are different nowadays”.

“That’s fine, change is good—“, Will nods with a smile, tasting the bitter awkwardness on his tongue.

“Don’t see Phil much anymore…”

Hearing that is like a punch to the stomach for Will.

Phill and him were supposed to take care of this kid, and now Phil’s left him too.

Maybe he’s not just here for the show…

Maybe he’s here because he needs someone in his life, and Will’s all he has left.

“Is he okay?”, Wilbur leans back on his palms, his cigarette still between his fingers.

“Yeah, him and Kristin just don’t have much of a reason to come down to Brighton anymore”, Tommy hums, bringing his knees up to his chest to lean his chin on them.

“And how’s Ran and Charlie?”, Will asks, while on the subject of the Sorry Boys.

“Don’t see them much either— it’s icy with ran, and Charlie is always nice to see, but he’s always busy”, Tommy sighs, sounding drained… and lonely.

“It was fun meeting people online from all over the world”, Will talks to the ground, “But now that we can actually go outside—“,

“It sucks that half of my mates live here, or in Europe and I can’t see them regularly…”, Tommy finishes Will’s sentence for him.

“Yeah, I guess that was the case with Techno”, Will quietly murmurs, taking a drag to distract his head with the taste of smoke and not the sour taste of grief.

“I don’t even want to—“

“It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it”, Will says all too soon, as if he too did not want to talk about their dead friend.

Tommy, after dryly swallowing the cold night air a few times, opens his mouth to speak— didn’t matter if Will was listening or not.

“I think Phil found it easy to… to move on from you because he did that with Techno”, Tommy whispers, his knees accidentally nudging Wilbur’s.

“What? So I’m literally dead to him?”, Will turns to the blonde, chuckling slightly.

God, he misses that man.

“No, I’m saying he found it easier because he had already done that with Techno— so he knew how to accept the fact, and move on without you… I don’t know”, Tommy frowns, leaning back on his hands and looking up at the stars in the sky.

“Did you do that?”, Will asks, staring forward at the car park, “Did you accept that I was ‘dead’ and move on?”.

Will, being a dramatic man, turned around just to use finger quotes to emphasise a point while talking.

Tommy doesn’t know how to react.

He’s at a loss for words and lacking air.

“I don’t know…”, he chokes up, “I guess… I guess Phil, and a few other people… they made me feel like you were bad… and evil, and… and I had to wipe my memory of you and just… live, without you”.

Will turns to look at Tommy while he’s talking, feeling his chest tighten as the words spill out the younger’s lips.

“And I was nineteen”

It’s an excuse.

But it’s such a good one.

“I was nineteen and I was forced to make one of the biggest moral decisions of my life, and I just… couldn’t. I followed other people because they told me to… I didn’t mean to stop talking to you”, Tommy admits, feeling teary eyed as he looks up and catches Wilbur’s glance.

God, he looks so different… but so the same— it’s almost nostalgic seeing him in the flesh.

“I don’t blame any of my mates for that— they did what they thought was right at the time…”, Tommy sighs, “It’s just tricky when you best friend is up for trial in front of the whole world”.

Wilbur’s eyes soften at the kid, seeing him uncomfortably stretch his arms as he looks up at the older.

“We don’t have to talk about me—“, Will stiffly swallows.

“I know”, Tommy’s voice squeaks with a smile, “I just had to get that off my chest”.

Will overs Tommy a subtle smile, and Tommy an awkward one, but neither feels as though they can continue after that.

“I was your best friend?”, Will asks with a cheeky smile, making Tommy’s eyes shoot up at the realisation that he said that.

Will laughs loudly, taking his cig back into his mouth as Tommy pulls his hoodie further up over his head to hide his embarrassment.

But then he thinks, ‘Who fuckin’ cares?’.

“Yeah… yeah, Will. You were my best friend”, Tommy admits.

Will turns to the kid, a slightly smug but sweet look on his face as he looks down at Tommy.

It’s a look that Tommy wishes he could save in his memory forever.

“Can I ask you something that might be a little out of pocket?”, Will murmurs, his voice low and dark.

“Of course, it’s probably not going to be out of pocket anyway—“, Tommy rushes to speak, his words slipping out of his mouth with a flushed smile.

“Can I kiss you?”

Fuck.

Well that was out of pocket.

If Wilbur was anyone else, he would’ve regretted his words as soon as Tommy went silent— saying ‘It was a joke’ and awkwardly rubbing his neck.

But Wilbur stood by what he said.

“D—Do you want to?”, Tommy mumbles, like a shy kid.

“Yes. Would you like me to kiss you?”, Will rewords his question, and gets the exact response he wanted.

“Y—Yeah”

Tommy’s stuttering, all be it very tempting to Wilbur, is soon silenced as the older leans down and lightly places his cold fingertips on the bottom of younger’s chin.

Their lips meet in a cold shiver and a hot melt— bonding the two together more than they ever had before.

Wilbur keeps his hand on Tommy’s cheek— clearly experienced and used to being dominant while kissing.

Tommy, on the other hand, keeps moving around— used to being the one in control while kissing.

Even when he’s kissed boys, Tommy still was taller or stronger and had something that made him able to control the kiss.

But Wilbur wouldn’t drop Tommy’s face for a moment— he wouldn’t even give him a second to breathe.

That’s was until his lips dropped to Tommy’s jaw and neck.

It was at this moment when Tommy noticed something bright beside Wilbur.

“Holy shit, your jacket’s on fire”, Tommy exclaims, pushing Wilbur off him to get him to do something about the fire.

It must’ve caught when Will was leaning his left hand back, resting on his coat with his lit cigarette in his hand.

“Fuck—“, Will curses with a groan as he quickly rolls over the small fire to put it out.

Tommy, although a little stressed by the situation, laughs to himself as he watching the man roll to stop the burning.

“Fucking hell”, Will groans, flattening his smooth shoe on top of his almost finished cigarette, “Forgot about that”.

He turns to Tommy, who’s laughing out loud now, and begins to laugh too.

“Your coat okay?”, Tommy asks, scooting a little closer to the man.

“Yeah, it’s fine— that’s… so stupid of me”, Will laughs at himself, staring at the small hole burnt in his coat.

“You looked stupid, rolling on the floor”, Tommy chuckles, moving even closer.

It was cold.

But that wasn’t why he was moving closer to Wilbur.

He wanted more, the greedy bitch.

“Wow, how kind of you to say that”, Wilbur turns to Tommy with a sarcastic smile, noticing the space between the two— now fully gone.

Wilbur lets out a quiet chuckle and he leans down to Tommy with droopy bedroom eyes and holds his cheek again, before pressing his lips into the younger’s.

Tommy’s stomach flips as he brings his hands up and grabs either side of Wilbur’s coat collar, trying to pull him closer and closer.

“Get on my lap if you want to be closer to me, Tommy”, Will murmurs between stolen kisses, grabbing Tommy’s hips and pulling him up and onto his lap.

“Call me Tom, not Tommy”, Tom murmurs, straddling Wilbur’s lap as he fixes his hood— thinking that’s the only thing keeping him safe.

Wilbur smirks, holding Tommy’s hips for a little too long, “Will do, Tom”.

Tommy chuckles as he leans back down to kiss the older, pressing his tongue between his wet lips and holding his arms around his neck— almost suffocating the man.

Tommy ‘play fighting’ Wilbur when he was eighteen was fine, because Tommy was a lanky kid.

But now, after going to the gym for majority of the year, he’s gained a bit of muscle. So he’s not the lightest person to hold up.

“Mhh, fuck— you’re heavier than I remember”, Will groans, bringing his hands up to grab at Tommy’s shoulders.

“Yeah, I workout now—“, Tommy smirks, pressing his fingertips a little too hard into Wilbur’s scalp.

“I can tell, you’re fuckin’ buff, dude”, Will chuckles, feeling Tommy up through his thick hoodie.

“Thanks”, Tommy’s lips melt back into Wilbur’s, moving his hips a little— but not on purpose.

Wilbur’s hands travel down to the kid’s hips, squeezing them to get something out of the blonde.

“What did you actually think of the new music?”, Will asks, still getting little kisses while the two chat.

“I liked it… they seemed well written and all… really liked Perfect Blue—“, Tommy goes off, and Wilbur lets him— enjoying hearing him talk about his work.

Tommy stops to stare down at Wilbur, “What?”.

“Go on”, Wilbur smiles, wanting Tommy to keep talking.

“Oh shit, you like me bigging you up that much?”, Tommy smirks, leaning down to kiss Wilbur’s pale neck.

“Does it make you hard hearing me talk about your songs?”, Tommy murmurs against Wilbur’s ear, returning his lips to Wilbur’s a second later.

Wilbur, out of shock, pulls Tommy off of him, “Fuckin’ hell, you’ve grown up!”.

“Yeah…”, Tommy smirks, “I have”.

Will almost growls at the kid, finding him nothing but attractive under that dark hood of his.

And he expected to not be recognised under just a hood?

As if.

Wilbur could always recognise Tommy.

That’s just how it works.

The two giggle as they push back into each other— lips crashing and hearts beating fast.

They almost get lost in the moment, before Wilbur realises…

“Wait, didn’t you just say you were here to see your girlfriend?”, Will, pulling Tommy back again, stares up with a painful look.

Thinking, ‘Fuck, I just keep fucking things up for people’.

“Yeah…”, Tommy mumbles, looking sorrow.

“And she broke up with me today”

Oh.

There’s a slight pang in Wilbur’s chest when he hears that.

How could anyone not love Tommyinnit?

Tom doesn’t deserve this kind of shit.

But, being a pot stirer, he opens his mouth with a wide smirk.

“Oh… so you didn’t come to hear us play— you came here to hook up with me as some kind of…rebound?”, Wilbur raises an eyebrow with a demanding smirk.

“You’re not my rebound—“

“Kinda sounds like I am—“

As the two are bickering, Ash and Joe stick their heads out of the bus— intrigued by how long the two have been gone for.

“What are they doing?”, Mark asks, scrolling on his phone— not really interested in Wilbur and Tommy as much as the others are.

“They’re… fighting?”, Joe tilts his head as if I’d get him a better angle to see.

The duo watch as Tommy hits Wilbur on the shoulder— his body on top of the older’s.

“I think Tommy’s winning”, Ash adds, turning away to leave to two to their own business.

“Should we break them up?”, Joe asks, sitting back down next to Ash.

They don’t even know the start of it.

“Stop being a prick, my girlfriend broke up with me and I’m somewhere in America where I know no one… and you were playing”, Tommy lightly punches Will in the shoulder, feeling the man’s hands hold his lower back.

“So you did come here to see me, that’s all I’m saying”, Will pushes, having to prove a point, “It makes me sound like your rebound—“

“No, I came here to meet up with the man I looked up to more than anyone when I was a teenager”

The air between the two is consuming, it’s thick and rich— more than anything they’d ever felt before.

“…my teenage crush”, Tommy adds, a breathless sigh lingering on his lips.

“You can’t say things like that—“, Wilbur breathes, looking helplessly up at Tommy.

“Why not?”, Tommy stands tall, pressing his hands into the brunettes chest.

“Because then my feelings will feel justified, Tommy—“

Tommy leans over Wilbur’s shoulders to smash his lips onto the older’s— his hips bouncing and his energy almost identical to how he felt talking to Wilbur for the first time as a fifteen-year-old.

Almost identical… but now it’s energy fuelled with passion and adult feelings— something fifteen-year-old TommyInnit wouldn’t understand.

Hunger, desire, need, want— zero coordination in their movements, but neither of them give a fuck.

Tommy’s lips are sweet— clearly he had some fruity cocktail at the bar before the gig, but Wilbur likes to think that Tommy’s lips just taste like that.

Maybe if he kisses him harder, his blood will taste like straight sugar.

Tommy had always been that sweetness in Wilbur’s dull life.

Will’s lips are dry from singing and rubbing them against a microphone for almost an hour. Tommy can strongly taste the smoke on his tongue and it drives him to kiss the man for longer.

The two stay lip-locked for a hot minute— and it really is hot.

Will forcefully grabbed Tommy’s hips at one point— since the kid couldn’t keep himself steady.

He may be a little bit older, Wilbur will give him that, but getting excited from a make out session is kid behaviour.

But Wilbur likes it.

“God, you’ve got so much energy— I’m loosing breath here”, Tommy gasps, pressing his chin into Wilbur’s chest as the older holds Tom’s shoulders.

Will chuckles, pulling the grey hood off Tommy’s head so he can dig his large hand into Tom’s golden curls.

“Fuck me, your smirk has always been so hot—“, Tom gasps before leaning back into Wilbur’s lips.

He pulls the kid closer in his lap— praying to any and every god that he won’t leave him again after this.

That was when Joe stood back up to see if one of them had killed the other.

“What? Are they still fighting?”, Mark sighs, not bothering to look up from his phone, Ash the same.

“Probably…”, Joe mumbles, staring out into the darkness and seeing Tommy— still mounting Wilbur— leaned down and roughly kissing Wilbur.

“What? Who got knocked down?”, Ash’s attention is immediately caught at Joe’s silence, and he stands up to look out the door.

“Holy fuck”, Ash exclaims, staring at the two as they make out on the side of the road and grip each other’s backs roughly.

“What?”, Mark asks with a frown, still not convinced enough, but at least he puts his phone down.

“They’re fuckin’ kissing!”, Joe laughs loudly, enjoying how wide Mark’s eyes go as he shoots up to join the others.

“No fucking way!”, Mark joins in with the laughing, watching the scene in front of them with wide eyes.

“I wonder if they’ve done this before…”, Ash mumbles.

“I wonder if Tom came onto him”, Joe shrugs with a chuckle.

“Did he say he was here visiting his girlfriend?”, Mark adds.

They all shrug and leave them be, returning to the couch as the duo outside get rough— forcing Will to lean back on his palms as Tommy keeps moving his hips.

Will may have had too much confidence when he broke away from the kiss and murmured, “Can I touch you?”.

It was the four words that would’ve broken little TommyInnit in so many different ways— but now, as a twenty-one-year-old, he doesn’t react one bit.

“Yeah”, Tom stretches up his torso as Wilbur’s cold hands immediately make contact to his lower stomach.

The small speckles of stone on Wilbur’s fingers— from leaning on the dirty ground— only add to the cold sensation and make the blonde jump at the change in temperature.

“Fuck, your hands are cold—“, Tommy gasps, biting his lower lip as Will dusts the rubble off his hand before returning to trace a slim finger up Tommy’s happy trail.

Tommy helps the brunette by holding up his dark grey hoodie and his Springsteen t-shirt— watching Wilbur carefully as he drags two fingers over the younger’s soft skin.

Tommy, usually being the impatient one, happily watches and allows Will to take his time with his hands— but it’s Wilbur who decides to speed things up.

He grabs Tommy by the collar and pulls his lips back down onto his, taking the moment to unzip Tommy’s dusty blue jeans and dig his hand into his black pants.

“F—F—Fuck~”, Tom whimpers, his head falling into Wilbur’s shoulder as the man’s hand comfortably wraps around the younger’s hardening dick.

“You good there?”, Will chuckles, bringing a hand back up into Tommy’s rather short hair.

It’s a shock, because he always had such pretty blonde curls— which he still has, but now there’s a little less hair than there used to be.

Will, with the brightest smirk on his lips, moves his hand slowly— his thumb finding its way to the kid’s tip and making Tommy nothing but a moaning mess.

“Fuck— no, stop!”, Tommy moans, trying to sit up while grabbing Wilbur’s arm, “Don’t move… give me time to adjust to your fuckin’ cold hand, dickhead”.

Wilbur chuckles, admiring the blonde’s bright blue eyes and scrunched up face.

Tommy’s always been so expressive with his face, but it’s even more noticeable when he’s all flustered like this.

“How much time do you need?”, Wilbur asks softly, his ring finger lightly moving up and down while the rest of his hand stays still.

Tommy— who’s not really in the position to be answering questions since he keeps moaning and leaning his head into Wilbur’s shoulder— breathes heavily before whispering an answer against Wilbur’s ear.

“I’m good… I think I’m good”, he whispers, pulling his head out of Wilbur’s shoulder and staring down at the man before he returns to moving his hand slowly.

Tommy tries to hold back some of his noises, keeping himself up right as he can watch as the man touches him.

“Does this feel good?”, Wilbur asks with a little chuckle— perfectly reading the expressions of the twenty-one-year-old.

“F—Fuck yeah, you’re really good with your hands”, Tommy moans, making Will laugh.

“Thanks— you have a really long cock”, Will continues to move his hand at a neat pace— grabbing the collar of Tommy’s hoodie and bringing the kid back down onto his lips.

“‘Fanks…”, Tommy mumbles into the older’s lips, holding Wilbur’s boney face in both of his hands.

Now that Wilbur’s got his hands full, Tommy takes the opportunity to dominate the kiss between the two.

It’s hot at first, but not something Tommy can keep up once Will finds a faster pace.

“Fuck, you’re so good~”, Tommy moans back into the crook of Wilbur’s neck, struggling to hold himself up while he clutches tightly onto the collar of Wilbur’s coat.

“You feel so nice in my hand…”, Will whispers to himself, moving his hand along the hard length and gaining speed too quickly.

“Will, I’m going to cum… literally in any second—”, Tommy gasps, squeezing his eyes closed while he huffs and puffs.

He pushes his jeans down past his ass— so Wilbur had more room to move his hand, but Will doesn’t give a shit and pulls the front of Tommy’s pants down so he can give him a proper handjob.

“You cum when you’re ready, Tom”, Will murmurs lowly, adding the extra ‘Tom’ just because he can.

Tommy’s lower stomach does backflips as Wilbur’s hand wanks him off under the night sky. The speed of his hand is exhilarating and gives Tommy no time to collect himself as he’s falling undone in front of the older— bucking his hips into Wilbur’s hands as he cum’s over Wilbur’s large hands.

“Fuck— Fuck, Wilbur…”, Tommy gasps, leaning down and grabbing Wilbur’s neck— kissing the smirk off his face as Will slows down the pace of his hand.

“Mmh, your eyes rolled so far back while you came”, Wilbur chuckles, wiping the wetness off his hand and onto the side of his coat.

It was already burnt through, so he wasn’t too bothered.

“Bloody hell… you know what you’re doing”, Tommy laughs, leaning back onto the concrete on his palms as he tries to catch his breath.

“And you were so noisy”, Will whispers to himself, leaning forward to ruffle the kid’s hair— making Tommy uncomfortably blush as he tucks his dick away in his pants.

“Sorry… I try to~ uhh, hold some of that back—“, Tommy apologises, almost getting hit on the head by Wilbur.

“No, don’t”, Will blurts out, getting a look from the younger, “I like that you make a lot of noise during sex— it’s hot”.

Once their quick breaths have extended themselves and eye contact had overstayed its welcome— the tension set in again.

“I should leave you be, you’ve probably got a state to drive to overnight—“, Tommy mumbles, stumbling back and basically falling onto the road.

The blonde quickly fumbles to his feet, zipping up his jeans and pulling his hoodie down.

Wilbur looks up at him with sorrow-filled eyes.

“Tom?”, Wilbur sighs, leaning back onto his hands— the small rocks from the ground now sticking to his damp hands.

Tommy dosent turn to look at him as he pulls his phone out and stares at the texts he’s gotten from Jack.

“Tommy?”, Wilbur raises his voice, catching the attention of the young adult in front of him.

“Yeah? What?”, Tommy puts his phone away in his front pocket, still very flustered as he pants heavily.

“You don’t have to leave”

Wilbur says with such ease— but to Tommy, it’s not that easy.

“Isn’t the whole point of a tour bus being that you drive to different places?”, Tommy puts his hands on his hips as Wilbur rises to his feet.

“Yeah, but we’re not leaving Philadelphia till the morning”, Will takes small steps towards Tommy, “And… I want you to stay”.

Blue and brown eyes meet for what feels like the first time— but it couldn’t be.

Those same blue and brown eyes will always meet for the first time— in every rendition of the story, they always meet.

But the twinkle in both of their eyes, that’s new.

Desire and love at its finest.

“Please… I can get someone to pick up your things from whatever hotel you’re staying at, and you don’t have to stay for long— I just… there’s not point in you staying the night in a hotel all alone”, Wilbur pleads, his fluffy brunette curls falling over his forehead as marks begin to form on his exposed neck— from Tommy’s rough kissing.

Tommy stares at Will with teary eyes.

As he stares at the man in front of him, he sees nothing but love— nothing but kindness and compassion in the man who was supposed to be ‘bad’.

“Please… Tommy”, Will’s voice breaks from how emotional he’s getting, but he tries not to show it through his face.

“Yeah… yeah okay, I’ll stay”, Tommy nods, feeling Wilbur’s body crash into his in the strongest hug the younger had ever had.

“I love you…”, Wilbur whispers— not even meaning romantically, but Tommy takes the comment with a smile and hug’s Will tighter.

“Love you too”

The three sat relaxing on the bus couches all look up to watch as Will and Tommy shuffle onto the bus and shut the door behind them.

No one says a word— but Will’s bandmates all notice the hole in Wilbur’s coat next to a large white stain, and the watery eyes and puffy pink lips of the two, just before they head up the stairs— hand in hand.

Will shows Tommy around, finally showing him the bedroom at the end of the bus.

“Is this your bed?”, Tommy asks, sitting on the edge of the bed as Wilbur slides the door across.

“Yeah, my room”, Will sighs, taking off his coat and shoes.

The two get settled in the bed, turning off the bright lights and falling asleep on top of the covers almost immediately.

The next day, they drive off in the sunset and Tommy posts the unseen Sorry Boys videos because THEY DESERVE TO BE SEEN!!!!