It's Saturday, and William has finally met up with Alyssa. Of course, they're doing laundry together which is not the most fun thing to do, but the two best friends are just glad to be able to hang out.

    "I can't believe it took doing laundry to actually get you to hang with me," Alyssa states.

    "Oh come on, you know it's not like that," William responds. "It's just a coincidence that we both chose to do our laundry on the same day."

    "Oh, you mean you wanted to add your boyfriend's hoodie to my things because it's so cheap?" She chuckles.

    "That too," William laughs. "But come on, I'm not paying fucking 60 cents to wash one hoodie!"

    "Yeah right," Alyssa rolls her eyes. "Did you or did you not spend 200 dollars on dinner last night just for him."

    William looks away, his face flushed. "That's different."

    "You like him."

    William bites his lip and looks away. He wants to deny it. He wants to deny any hint of attraction he has towards Oliver, he wants to say that Alyssa is wrong and he doesn't think of Oliver when he shouldn't.

    But he can't. No. He can't handle keeping it a secret any longer. He can't control the raunchy thoughts of Oliver that keep him up at night. He can't take just how badly he wants to touch Oliver, to kiss him, to let him do things to him that he has never ever allowed any man to.

    "Okay, fine, I'll admit it. He's hot," William says with a chuckle, looking down to hide his reddening face.

    "I fucking knew it!" Alyssa shouts with pride! "I could tell from the minute I saw you two together. You looked really into each other," she tells him.

    William smiles, but it's not a genuinely happy one. "Maybe on my part. I don't think he likes me very much."

    "Why do you say that?"

    He shrugs. "Just a feeling." He doesn't want to go into what happened after Alyssa had left, nor does he want to mention that he has no idea what Oliver thinks of him. Three words come to mind when he asks himself that question and they're usually, "annoying, slutty, and weak."

    Okay, sure, maybe he's annoying and a little slutty, but he doesn't see himself as weak or spineless and always shifting blame to others. And for Oliver to think that of him? That hurts William.

    And he hates that it hurts him so much.

    He knows he can't get rid of his feelings for Oliver without at least doing something about them, so he has to find a way to get Oliver to like him. Or at least fuck him. And if that doesn't work, then William would just have to man up and forget about him. Simple as that. He's done it before to countless one-night stands and strangers he didn't care for. Oliver was no different.

    The two friends don't discuss Oliver and William's feelings again after that until later that evening when William calls Alyssa to inform her that he's delivering Oliver's hoodie back to him.

    "Will you tell him how you feel?" She asks her friend with concern.

    "I don't know yet," he says. "I'll just see how it goes."

***

    He's back, knocking at Oliver and Jason's door. William doesn't know why but he's more nervous tonight than he was the night before when they were going to dinner. He's only just returning Oliver's hoodie which is now folded in his backpack. It's supposed to be quick and easy.

    Hi, Oliver. Here's your hoodie. Thanks for letting me borrow it. Bye!

    That's it, right?

    Well...

    The door opens and like a feeling of deja-vu, William expects to see Jason, but instead of the short almost redhead man, Oliver appears bare-chested and wet with only a towel around his waist.

    Holy fuck.

    He's... hot!

    William's mouth waters. Oliver is standing before him, in his manly glory. Bare-chested, slick, wet, enticing, freaking handsome. William wants to reach out and touch those pecs. He wants to feel those incredible abs underneath his fingers. He wants to pinch those pink nipples and rub them between his thumbs and indexes. He wants to feel the man's wet hair, breathe in his shampoo, and good lord, those lips that have turned into a smirk as those green eyes watch him take every single thing in.

    William wants those lips. They're right there! He can already imagine how they'd taste. He just has to reach out and lean in and he'll have what he dreams of.

    "Hey William," the man's deep voice greets and William is brought out of his stupor.

    His face is flushed beyond red and he doesn't even know what to say.

    Why was he here again?

    "H-hi, Oli - Oliver. How are you?"

    William wants to smack himself! Why does it only take Oliver being half-naked to make him sound like a bloody fool?

    "I'm awesome," Oliver smiles as if William did not just blank out on him five seconds ago. "Just got out of the shower. Are you here for Jason?" He asks as he opens the door wide enough and gestures William in.

    William gulps and follows. He's not sure he should be in there as Oliver is getting dressed but the latter doesn't seem to mind.

    "Um... no, not really," he responds but the tall blond isn't listening.

    "He's out at the moment... I think he had a group project or something. But he did say he was looking forward to seeing you so maybe you should give him a text or something?" Oliver suggests as he puts on a T-shirt, not caring that his body isn't dry yet. William feels the need to scold him on it too, because he's ruining a perfectly good shirt but his words get lost in his throat when Oliver lets go of the towel, revealing his perfectly plump bum. And long muscular legs.

    He remains quiet, unable to form a coherent thought or words as Oliver bends over to put on boxers and then shorts. The only thought in William's mind is how he could get a piece of that ass, and of course, how to get rid of his straining erection. Goodness! This is not how he imagined the day would go.

    What if Oliver turned and saw how turned on William was? He cannot let that happen.

    William immediately takes off his backpack and holds it in front of him just as Oliver turns to face him.

    "Or you can just wait for him. I'm sure he'll be back soon."

    William nods. Somehow, he's forgotten that he didn't actually come to see Jason and instead takes a seat on Oliver's bed as he waits.

    Oliver gives him a last smile before sitting at his desk. "I'm working on a programming assignment so I might be boring, sorry about that."

    "It's okay, no biggie," William says. "I can help if you want?"

    Oliver smiles. "Please."

    William's heart skips a beat. With a smile like that, how can William even think to say no?

***

I was supposed to end this at chapter ten but... I just wrote chapter 14 so I guess it's now a novella? Anyways, please let me know what you think about it so far. Some feedback could really help me.

Thanks for reading.