"Holy fuck! God, I-"

"My name's Oliver, but I'll take it," Oliver chuckles, breathing deeply as he pulls out of William's tight ass. Putting his arms on the kitchen counter, he leans in closer to William and kisses his neck gently. William's head falls on Oliver's shoulder, as if he no longer had the strength to keep himself up. It makes Oliver chuckle again as he pulls back to look into William's eyes.

"You okay?" He whispers and William can only nod in response as he puts his arms around Oliver's neck. The tall blond man puts his hands beneath William's arms, lifting him up. William's shaky legs wrap around Oliver's waist, allowing the tall blond to carry him back to the bedroom. They don't stop shaking even when Oliver lays him gently on the bed after having been used for so long.

He's unsure what time it is, he's unsure how long they've been going at it or if it's morning yet. William doesn't even know what day it is given how much sex they've had every day that Oliver's been at his place, but he knows this is the best sex he's had in so long! He cannot imagine anyone else fucking him the way Oliver does and it's all William thinks about as he watches the tall man clean him up with a warm cloth.

Despite the many rounds of sex they've had, which William cannot count even at gunpoint, he's still so impressed by how amazing Oliver's body is. The man is built like a Greek god, his muscles are all in the right places, tight and begging for William's hands to run over them in a way that would simply drive them both crazy. And he wants that. How can he be satisfied when the personification of sex is right before him?

When Oliver's done cleaning him, he joins William in bed, lacing their fingers together. William turns, his head falling right on top of Oliver's chest as he listens to the blond man's heart beat. He can still feel the adrenaline rushing through them both, the highs of their orgasm still running through their veins. It's quiet, only the sounds of the breaths and hearts can be heard, and William never wants anything more than that.

"Willi..." Oliver whispers.

"Mmh?" William whispers in response, drowsy and unable to make coherent thoughts.

"I like it, your name. It's cute," he says, bringing up William's hand to his lips and kissing his fingers softly.

"William?"

"Yeah... Willi," Oliver repeats and William chuckles, shaking his head as he sighs deeply.

"Yeah, it's cute until I tell you to suck my willie," he says and Oliver laughs.

"I mean, I don't mind sucking your willi... heck, I'll do it all night if you want me to," he states so seriously that William has to sit up in bed to make sure Oliver isn't pulling his leg.

"And if I ask you to do it right now?"

Oliver sits up, his green eyes meeting William's brown eyes. "You wanna go again?" He raises a brow. When he said he'd give William a blowjob anytime he wanted it, he had meant it, but he didn't think the other man would want one right after such an intense orgasm.

William laughs at the shock in Oliver's voice as he laughs back down, putting his hands underneath his head. He looks at Oliver, smirking. "I'm just kidding... I'm not even sure I can get it up again," he tells him. "But that's how much I want you, Ollie," he adds, voice suddenly sultry. He reaches out for the blond man, pulling him close. His fingers find their way to Oliver's neck as he pulls him down, their lips meeting in a slow kiss.

It becomes a routine for the two men over the next two weeks. Oliver comes over to William's apartment so much that it would be better if he just lived with him, so much so that sometimes, the two forget that William is supposed to be living on his own. And it's not exactly a bad thing because William does love having Oliver at his place, and Oliver can't seem to stay away from William. It's as if their bodies were made for each other, as if their very souls were entwined such that moving away from each other, even for one second, could break them apart.

Though they're all over each other in the bedroom, and living room... bathroom, even the kitchen sometimes and basically everything that has a good enough surface in William's apartment, William and Oliver also spend time doing things other than sex. The brown haired man chuckles to himself as he thinks about it when he sits on the couch alone on Friday evening, waiting for Oliver to finish his shower so they can study together. He knows it's a bit hard to believe, even for himself, but it's true. They've studied together, which was mostly just William helping Oliver with assignments and Oliver tracing kisses down William's neck and back as he studies for his own courses. They've also gone out for dinner on certain days, grocery shopping because they realized they couldn't spend all their money on take out and swimming.

And William can't deny how amazing it's been so far.

William wonders if it's because he hasn't had someone this close to him in a long time, if it's because he loves having sex with Oliver so much or if it's because he misses having a partner. Though neither man has mentioned what exactly they are to each other, William can't deny how Oliver makes him feel.

It does feel a bit strange to go from an almost one-night stand to a friends-with-benefits situation, or whatever it is that he and Oliver are doing. William purses his lips as he thinks about. He knows he shouldn't overthink the current situation, but how can he not when being with Oliver makes him feel so fucking good? How is he not supposed to wonder if it will end or when it will end?

"Hey." William startles when Oliver suddenly whispers in his ear. His heart instantly starts the journey into overdrive as he turns to the blond man. "You know I hate it when you don't pay attention me," Oliver says and leans in, licking William's lips slowly.

The brown haired man takes in a shaky breath, goosebumps rising over his arms. He gulps, his eyes meeting Oliver's green ones that are already staring down at him with a hunger that William has come to know all too well. Oliver's tongue passes over his bottom lip slowly, his index finger raising to lift William's chin up when the latter looks down.

William's heart beat quickens, and he can't hold back anymore. It doesn't matter that they've been doing this nonstop for days, he just seems to want more and more. Oliver makes him greedy, makes him selfish, makes him just want to take and take and take. And that's exactly what he does.

His fingers lace behind Oliver's neck as he leans up ever so slightly to connect their lips. Its slow and tantalizing at first and William wants to drop everything, throw away all his inhibitions and simply ravish Oliver's lips, but he stops himself before he deepens the kiss. He closes his eyes and simply allows Oliver to whatever he wants to his body. Oliver leads him slowly, kissing him in short intervals and pulling away. It's not torture, despite it leaving William wanting. It's relaxing, just basking in the presence of someone you like and accepting the feelings that their touch brings you. It's everything that William has wanted despite him not even knowing that he wants it.

"Should we go watch a movie tonight?"

"Huh?" William asks breathlessly, his eyes slowly opening.

Oliver chuckles softly, his finger grazing William's cheek for a moment before he pulls away. "Cute," he mumbles. It makes William blush. Something like this shouldn't make him blush this much given how much the two men have seen of each other, not to mention the things they've done to each other, but he can't help it. Cute, it rings in his head again and he licks his lips as he looks he down at his hands.

"I think we should go to the movies, or just do something outside tonight," Oliver states. "What do you think?"

William ponders for a moment. Before Oliver finished his shower, he had been thinking about this exact thing. He feels they've been holed up in his apartment for way too long, and grocery shopping was not enough fresh air as one might think.

"Yeah, it'll be fun," he agrees.

In ten minutes, the two dress up and are out of the apartment, heading over to the movie theater right out of campus as they look up what to watch when they get there. Oliver leaves the decision up to William who picks a sci-fi movie about alien invasion on a whim while the former goes to stand in line for fresh popcorn. The brown haired man joins him shortly and the two wait for a while. It is during the time that they wait in line, with Oliver's arm around William's shoulders that the latter hears a familiar voice gasp loudly behind them.

"So that's why you haven't been answering your phone."

His heart almost leaped into his stomach when he heard it. Slowly, William turned around to see his best friend standing just a feet away with her hands on her waist, watching him pointedly as if she cannot wait to scold him.

His lips press together tightly as a blush coat his cheeks. "Hey," he waves shyly.

Alyssa gives him a once over and purses her lips. "I thought you said you were gonna give him his hoodie and never see him again."

"I did give him his hoodie," William blurts, sounding slightly offended. It's not like he never made the effort to give it back. It's just... things got in the way. Alyssa looks at him from head to toe again and raises a brow pointedly, as if she can't believe William's sheer audacity.

Oliver looks between William and the girl who seems strangely familiar. Then he chuckles, finally realizing what's happening and whispers, "Babe, you're wearing my hoodie."

William frowns as he looks down at himself, his eyes widening as he suddenly realizes why they're all laughing. His cheeks don't help to hide his embarrassment either. "It's not what you think," he tries. "I did try to give it back!"

"Oh? It's not that you and your tall, blond and sexy boyfriend over here fucked each other's brains out and are now out on a date? That's not what's happening here?"

William gasps. "Alyssa!"

"Hey, I'm just saying. Just 'cause you have a boyfriend now doesn't mean you should ignore your friends," she adds.

"I literally texted you last night!" William almost shouts.

"You replied four hours after my text by the way," Alyssa states, shaking her head.

"Yeah, well I was kinda busy."

"Busy doing him?" She glances at Oliver. "I mean, I get it. I'd ignore me too for him," she nods to herself as if to say she understood why William would neglect her. Still, she smiles at her friend and the two men watch her with curious eyes as she moves closer to them and takes the former's hands in hers. "But I am really happy for you, William." she whispers and hugs him.

William smiles to himself after his friend leaves, happy that he has someone like her in his life. They have always been close, like peas in a pod. She's someone who understands him in ways that even William didn't understand himself. And it's this reason that the brown haired man isn't able to stop thinking about what Alyssa said. Not about the part where he has ignored all his friends because of the nonstop sex because he knows he does text them, just not as often as before and he makes a mental note to do better anyway, but about the part where Alyssa called Oliver his boyfriend. He bites his lips and glances at Oliver throughout the movie. At this point, it's Oliver he's watching and not what's actually playing on the big screen.

It seems like it's not just William who keeps thinking about it because when it's left with about ten minutes for the movie to end, Oliver leans in and whispers... "What do you think about what she said?" or something but better.

"Um... I-"

"Will... I know we haven't talked about it much, but I kinda had a feeling we were progressing towards that."

"You do?"

Oliver nods. "Yeah," he states. "I like you a lot and I wanna call you my boyfriend, if you feel the same."

"I do," William breathes. "I really do," he adds, a bit too loudly as the person behind them scolds them for being too loud which earns them the middle finger from Oliver. William chuckles and grabs the front of Oliver's shirt, pulling him in for a deep kiss. And yeah he knows he just angered whoever is sitting behind them but he cannot give a damn when he's kissing his boyfriend.