Bright light shines over William's closed lids and he frowns, hating the sun rays for the first time in a long while. He would do anything to go back into the deep and blissful sleep he'd been rudely awoken from, but when his body slowly joins his mind in waking up, he feels the strong heaviness of another arm on his torso. He feels the warmth emanating from the body next to him, and the strong arm of the man who pulls him in even tighter.

His eyes shoot open as his heart beat rises. Fresh memories from his pleasure filled night encompass his brain and he's made fully aware of what he had done the night before. No way, he thinks. Surely not, right? He hadn't had sex with Oliver... definitely not, William thinks as he turns slightly to look at the sleeping man with disheveled blond hair. Though he cannot see much of him, the sun rays don't fail to highlight the golden strands of his hair which lie over his face, hiding his eyes. William wonders what Oliver is thinking of as he sleeps. He wonders if Oliver is having seconds thoughts just like he is.

The brown eyed man isn't sure what the problem is... he knows he greatly enjoyed having sex with Oliver, and if there was any doubt, William's sore ass and relaxed body is proof enough to how much he fucking loved it. No one had fucked him like that in ages. No man, and especially not one that looks as handsome as Oliver has been able to get his toes curling and head thrown back like Oliver did. It was fucking insane how high William felt just from Oliver's hands and lips alone. And when he finally felt Oliver is inside him, his entire mind went blank and all he had wanted at that moment was for Oliver to use him.

And he loved that so much.

So why is he now wondering if it had all been a mistake? Maybe it's the fact that the last man William slept with turned out to be a grade A asshole. Or the fact that since his last relationship, William never woke up in bed with his one-night stands. Or maybe it's the fact that the last person he attempted a one-night stand with was currently asleep on his couch, just outside his bedroom door and said person was Oliver's best friend.

"Shit," William groans as he realizes exactly what he's done wrong. As much he wants to deny it, even a half blind man can see that there's some sort of a crush that Jason has on him. It's not as deep as what he has for Oliver, but William knows its there. He knows that Jason likes him, and having sex with his best friend is definitely an asshole move. He rolls his eyes at himself and the situation as he lifts Oliver's arm off of him. He makes way to get up from the bed but he's pulled back into Oliver's hold when the man's arm comes around him again.

"Not yet," Oliver whispers into his neck, kissing him softly. Shivers run through William. The butterflies in his stomach flutter. Goosebumps rise on his arms and the hairs on his skin stand. But worst of all, he's getting hard again. He can't help it. There's just something about the way Oliver's voice deepens and turns huskier in the morning that sets his insides on fire. He wants to hear that voice in his ear, saying the filthiest nastiest words to him as Oliver's fingers enter him for the third time in only six hours.

And when Oliver's thoughts apparently fall on the same wavelength and his fingers find their way to his cock, wrapping around him and stroking him sinfully, he cannot stop the moan that rips out of him. He closes his eyes and allows Oliver to pump him fast and tell him how much of good sport he is. He listens as Oliver tells him how hot he is, how soft and tight his ass was last night and how he can't wait to enter him again.

"Oliver," he moans, gasping for breath but without a care in the world. He's on the edge, and all William wants is to jump over into cloudy bliss that's the orgasm Oliver is currently denying him.

"Say my name again," Oliver whispers in his ear, his tongue flicking over his earlobe and sending William into a state of deep hunger.

"Oh Oliver!" He moans again, loud this time, hissing when Oliver's finger sinfully passes over his slit. His back arches, and he feels himself on the very edge. He can't hold it any longer.

"Want my dick inside you?"

"Yes, please!" he cries.

"Want me to fuck you again? Make you feel even better?"

"Fuck, Oliver please!" William cries. "Please get inside me," he moans as he grinds himself on Oliver's hard cock that's pressing against his bare ass.

And Oliver answers him. For the third time that night, Oliver parts William's ass and pushes himself in slowly, all while his hand is firmly wrapped around William's aching cock. He delivers slow and powerful thrusts into the man writhing beneath him and all he can think about is how fucking how and beautiful William is when he gets fucked. He cannot believe that he gets to do this to William and he never wants to stop, never wants to leave, never wants to pull out until he's ridden both of them to fruition.

His eyes meet William's as they both try to catch their breaths. And then he smiles, making William's heart flutter. He has no words to describe how he feels... or rather how Oliver makes him feel. And it's very difficult make clear concise thoughts when the man's cock is still inside of him. But when a knock comes through, William finds himself rethinking all his life choices.

"Oliver?" It's Jason.

William's eyes are wide with horror when he meets Oliver's green ones. The man smiles at him and wiggles his brows, an action that makes William chuckle, but it's enough to get his beating heart to calm down. Oliver leans in and presses his lips against William's in a soft and chaste kiss that lasts for only three seconds, but they're enough to keep him wanting. And it's confusing, but he doesn't think about that right now.

What he does think about however is how they're going to explain their sleeping arrangement to the man outside the door who knocks a second time. It gets both Oliver and William out of bed and rushing to put on their clothes, with William quickly wearing a pair of shorts underneath his hoodie and Oliver putting on the T-shirt and boxers that were thrown on the floor.

"Do you think my clothes are dry yet?" Oliver asks and William's eyes widen as he finally remembers why Oliver and Jason are in his apartment.

"Uh yeah... just go talk to him and I'll get it for you guys," he says. When Oliver leaves the bedroom, William lets out a deep sigh and walks out. He greets Jason who looks at him a bit too enthusiastically.

"You okay?" William asks him and the man nods.

"Yeah, I really don't like rain," he chuckles, blushing a deep red. "But I'm better now."

William nods at that and quickly walks away to his bathroom where he had hung the clothes. Since they're not as wet as they were before, he deems them dry enough and hands them over to the two guys who take them gratefully.

William wants to be glad that they're leaving, but even he is aware of how badly he wants to walk up to Oliver and hug him, or even ask him if they could see each other again. He knows that he can no longer use the hoodie as an excuse because apparently, Oliver loves him in it for some reason. He tries to think of something, but nothing comes to mind and he can only watch with a heavy heart as Oliver walks away from him.

When the tall man gets to the door, he looks back at William and smirks, and again, William's heart almost falls into his hands as his face heats up. He knows that look in Oliver's eyes, and it's a look that promises a next time. When the door finally closes, William walks into his bedroom and sinks into his bed, covering his face with his hands and groaning into his palms.

What have I just got myself into?