William looks down at his phone for what seemed to be the 100th time that week. It's been six days and there's been no text, or presence whatsoever from Oliver. And it's not like William wants Oliver to text him or even come see him... but a quick check up on him after he basically destroyed him in bed wouldn't hurt, right? It wasn't too much to ask for the person you fucked three times in one night to check up you on the day after, was it?

William thinks he's overreacting, but he also thinks he's not. He's strangely in between these two differing opinions and he's unsure which to pick. And it's so confusing because he's never actually been in this situation before. Of course he dated an asshole once and has had countless one night stands, but at least in all those, William knew what he was going in for.

But with Oliver?

William takes in a deep breath as he looks up on his phone. He tries to focus on the TV which is currently airing a show on Netflix that William doesn't remember putting on. But it's one of those days where his mind decides to take him to places so far away and nothing feels real anymore. He loses sight of the TV even though he's staring in that direction and his mind takes him back to the night he spent with the man who has done nothing but cloud his thoughts.

William wonders if he would ever meet him again. There was no way that Oliver would make a move, was there? He had no idea. And while all the brown haired man wanted was to have Oliver again in his bed, he still didn't feel right jumping at any opportunity to go search for the tall blond. It's weird, and he hates how much it's stressing him out.

And all for what? A bit of dick in the ass? He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. This is fucking insane, he thinks. He's not some puppy waiting for Oliver to shake his cock at him, so why's he acting like it? How good could the sex have been to warrant him getting butterflies in his stomach at the mere memory of green eyes and a kind smile?

"I'm going insane!" he groans as he covers his face with his hands, a bit annoyed at himself. He looks back down at his phone again, wondering if there was ever a time in the last few weeks where he had given his number to either Oliver or Jason. He doesn't remember ever doing that and feels himself relaxing at the thought. This meant that Oliver could be wanting to contact him and just didn't know how. Right? Right.

The phone buzzes in his hand and William's heart nearly jumps into his stomach. He scrambles to look at the notification, groaning when he sees that it's another text from Alyssa. I shouldn't have said anything, he thinks. He had only mentioned it to her in passing that Oliver spent the night three days ago, which William greatly regrets now. All week, he has avoided her many questions about how it happened, when it happened, where it happened and what positions.

He wants to tell her everything about Oliver and the wild night they spent together but for some reason, he gets nervous and the butterflies in his stomach flutter at the thought. There's only two meanings to this; either he has feelings for Oliver or he's made the biggest mistake of his life. And until he's sure of what it is, William wants to keep it a secret. Because he knows that mentioning every detail out loud to his best friend would only heighten how serious his feelings are. And that's definitely not what William wants.

He has no time for a relationship.

He sighs, reading the texts that Alyssa has sent him after purposely leaving her on read when he hears a knock on his door. He frowns, he's not expecting anyone. It could just be Alyssa finally coming to get answers but his frown deepens when he realizes that that's not plausible. He's seen in her texts that she's currently out with friends, so who could it be?

Maybe the neighbours need something again, he thinks as he gets up from the couch.

He opens the door slowly and the frown on his face vanishes when he sees him. There he stands, tall, blond and right in front of his door. Oliver raises a brow at William and smirks, lifting his hand to show off a package of Chinese food. William's jaw drops as he stares at the man before him, his face heating up when he realizes exactly what's happening.

"Hey," Oliver whispers.

William doesn't even think when he sees Oliver. This deadly handsome man is standing in front of him and obviously in the mood to hang. There's literally nothing to think about, or at least William's brain stops working as it should because the first thing he does is pull Oliver in by the collar of his shirt and wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him down. He presses his lips against Oliver's hard. He kisses him like a man starved for his lover whom he hasn't seen in years. He kisses him like Oliver is the air he breathes and a second without him would mean death. He kisses him so deeply because William doesn't have the words to describe how he feels.

There's anger at Oliver for not texting him for five days. There's frustration at seeing the man who has been in his thoughts all day and being unable to say simple words. But there's also a huge relief from seeing him and knowing that Oliver isn't done with him yet. And there's lust, so fiery and potent and burning up within William that kissing Oliver is all he can do to cool down the heat inside him.

"Wow," Oliver gasps. He was sure he had seen every side of the small man before him. Oliver was almost certain that he had uncovered all the deepest darkest secrets William kept hidden the night they spent together. But this... the way William pulled him by his collar just now, the way William pressed his lips against his, passing his tongue over his so sinfully... this is a new side to him and the blond is extremely grateful to whatever gods out there that it was him who got to see it.

This here is a new side of William that he's not been made privy to. Oliver thought he'd seen the deepest darkest parts that William chose to keep hidden, only giving them to the people he thought were most deserving, but this had to be above all others. And that kept the desire in him burning, unable to be quenched.

"Why... why didn't you text?" William asks in between breaths.

Oliver licks his lips as he stares at the smaller man who looks up at him with pouted lips. How could a human being be so beautiful? His pink wet lips are to die for, Oliver thinks. "I... I don't have your number," he says slowly, finally realizing how bad that is.

How could it be that both men have been thinking about each other, though to neither of their knowledge, did not have each other's numbers? This actually makes William chuckle slightly, but he's still a bit mad about it.

"Uhh... Instagram exists. Or you could've asked Jason."

Oliver blushes slightly, his cheeks a faint shade of pink. Something about it makes William breathless but he doesn't dare to speak now. "He didn't either!"

William's jaw drops then. How was he going through his days being that antisocial? He had no idea. He wants to question Oliver's lack of research ability in finding him, and also wants to ask why it took the blond man a whole week to come searching for him but he decides not to. He literally opens his mouth and closes it, twice. He can't act like a neglected little baby when the man is right in front of him. Not when he's right within arm's reach, right within kissing reach. So instead of being a bitch about it, he focuses on his lips and attaches them to Oliver's who welcomes the kiss with as much want and need as the man who's giving it.

They're both insatiable. Both full of want and lust. Both wanting nothing more than to take off each other's clothes and give in to their bodies needs. They move to the couch, their lips still locked and food almost falling over from how busy Oliver's hands but neither of them care at that moment. Oliver manages to place the brown package on the floor as William pulls him on top of him, their bodies grinding on each other. They're both so hot for each other that they don't stop kissing until Oliver's stomach rumbles from how hungry he actually is, which makes both of them laugh.

"Uh yeah, I'm kinda hungry," Oliver chuckles.

"Eh, it can wait," says William with a smirk. He won't lie, he's hungry too but kissing Oliver feels too good to pass it off for food.

"Come on," the blond man almost whines, an action that makes William laugh, amused at how such a tall and muscular person could be so childlike. "The food is getting cold," Oliver says.

"I have a microwave," William whispers, his hands grabbing hold of Oliver's collar to pull him back to his lips again. He's unwilling to stop kissing Oliver for even a second. And who could blame him when he has been so starved for a week. Oliver laughs against William's lips at how almost absurd it is, but he doesn't pull away, doesn't stop kissing him. He humors the man in his arms for a moment longer because he also feels the same way, too, if not more.

"Okay... what about I suck your dick, we eat and then hang out in the bedroom?" Oliver suggests, and the hint of the night before them is enough to make William's eyes light up like Christmas lights on a snowy night. He licks his lips and smiles.

"Okay," he nods. "Yes to you sucking my dick by the way," William begins. "But won't it be better to have sex before we eat?"

Oliver raises a brow at that. He's almost amused by William's statement because doesn't the brown haired man know it by now? "I don't think we'll have time to eat the moment I'm inside you." Then he swoops in and captures William's lips again, an action that leaves William putty in his hands.