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Wille was currently lying down on his bed staring blankly at the ceiling. The curtains were completely closed off and the only light source was the dimmed red led lights across his walls.
He felt tired but he wasn't able to make his body shut down so he could sleep after today. Well that was hella eventful.
It's now nighttime and hours have passed since his speech at the jubilee. He had a bit of mixed feelings of what he did.
For one, a part of him knew that his speech would cause an uproar in the media and paparazzi.
He also knew that without a doubt that said paparazzi would be pretty much camping out at Simon's house to get answers from (or in other words harass) Simon and his mother.
Not to mention that after being whisked away from the jubilee afterwards, his mother started going on and on about damage control.
Normally, he would've exploded on her or just nod and go along. This time however, he kept his voice clipped and calm and his head held high as he explained to his mother that the most he would do would be interviews and social media posts, and they would contain all the same things he said in the speech.
Wille's mother tried to stir him away from that decision, but Wille stood his ground and told her as well as the rest of the royal court that his decision was final and there would be no further discussion objecting it.
All in all, one side of him wasn't naive to the gravity of his actions.
However, there was another part of him, a much bigger part of him, that knew that if he didn't do what he did, he would put Simon in a position of being his secret.
The last thing Wille wanted was to put Simon through that draining process again.
That much bigger part of him was proud of himself for doing what he did. That part of himself was probably one of the few people that was proud of him in that moment.
That part of him was so glad that he could now acknowledge Simon as his boyfriend in public.
At least, Wille thinks Simon is his boyfriend. They hadn't had the chance to talk to each other after the jubilee, so there was no confirming it or anything.
Well there was one thing. Simon telling Wille that he loved him. Those three words that Wille had been yearning to hear since before holiday break. The three words that gave him the push to do what he did.
There was no doubt in Wille's mind that he was absolutely and irrevocably in love with Simon. He knew he was blessed with the fact that Simon gave him another chance.
He also knew that this time, he would not screw things up. He would do everything and anything to make sure Simon was happy.
Hell, he would even renounce his title, but he figured that maybe he should wait a couple years for that.
Wille heard a knock on the door that snapped him out of his thoughts. He lifted his head from his pillow.
"Who is it?" He asked with a slight groan
"Simon." The voice replied.
Well that caused Wille to rise right out of his bed like a jack-in-the-box. He stood up so fast that he instantly felt dizzy and had to sit down for a few seconds.
After straightening himself out, he walked over to his bedroom door and opened it up.
And there he was. Simon, his beautiful Simon. He looked a bit flushed and tired in his purple hoodie and sweatpants, but he was still extraordinarily beautiful in Wille's eyes.
Always have and always will be.
It was only after a couple of seconds that Simon's voice snapped Wille out of his slight haze. "Are you just gonna stand and stare at me or are you gonna let me in, I'm tired." Simon chuckled.
"Ah, shit, um, yeah, get in." Wille rushed out as he let Simon into his room.
Wille closed the door behind him as Simon went to stand by his desk.
Wille walked until he was in front of Simon. There was a comfortable silence that fell between them for a few seconds. That was until Simon broke it.
"I, uh, left after the jubilee ended, but I wanted to see you, so I just changed and I took the bus here." Simon explained how he got there.
"Ok, um, what about your mama and your sister? Are they ok?" Wille asked.
Simon exhaled deeply before answering. "My mama's ok. I tried fending off the reporters from our place, but she told me she could handle it. I have no idea were Sara is though." Simon replied, his sister's betrayal still weighing heavy on his chest.
Wille, not sure of how to respond to that, just nodded.
Another round of silence fell, but it broke just as quickly.
"So, that happened. You actually did that." Simon said softly.
Wille nodded at that. "Yeah, I can't believe I actually did that, but I really don't regret it."
"Good, because I don't think you know how fucking proud I am of you." Simon said as he walked closer to Wille.
Wille's breathing hitched and his brain short circuited. I mean, yeah, he had hoped that at least Simon would be proud of him for what he did, but to hear him say it out loud felt like a breath of fresh air.
Simon was now chest to chest with Wille as he took Wille's face into both of his hands.
"Wille, I am so fucking proud of you. You were so brave up there. I'm glad you were able to stand for yourself and for us." Simon smiled as looked into Wille's eyes.
Then he said those three words again.
"Jag älskar dig."
Wille couldn't control his lips as they curved into a smile. A smile that was special and reserved just for Simon.
He took Simon by his face and whispered back.
"Jag älskar dig också."
At that moment, both boys leaned in and their lips met in gentle kiss.
The kiss felt really different compared to the other ones they shared. This kiss was filled with softness, tenderness, care and most of all, love.
Despite the softness, there was a type of passion and desperation behind it.
As the kiss grew to be more passionate, Simon jumped into Wille's arms, wrapping his legs around the other boy's waist. Wille's arms found their way to Simon's wait and they wrapped around securely.
Wille had to find his way onto his bed. As he sat down, Simon detached himself from Wille's lips and began to leave a trail of kisses down his neck.
Wille's breathing began to get uneven and it eventually turned to desperate whimpers. His eyes were almost completely shut as he was drowning in the pleasure of the boy he loved doing all of this to him.
There was still one question that remained in Wille's mind however.
"Simon. Simon, wait." Wille breathed out as Simon began to kiss the junction between Wille's jaw and neck.
Simon immediately detached himself and faced Wille with a look of concern.
"Are you ok? Am I going to far?" Simon asked he checked to make sure Wille was ok.
"No no no, Simon, I feel perfectly fine. I'm really enjoying this," That last sentence made Simon giggle and nuzzle his face into Wille's neck.
"I just wanted to know if we're officially, you know, together. You know, as boyfriends." Wille exhaled out.
Simon took his face out of the crevasse of Wille's neck and looked at him with a slightly amused look.
Wille turned a little red from that as he began to explain. "I mean, I know that we already said that we love each other, but we never actually used the word boyfriend with each other and I haven't had the chance to properly see you or talk to you since before the jubilee, so I don't exactly know if we're official official-"
"Wille, breath for a minute." Simon interrupted. Wille took a few deep breaths, but before he could get a word in, Simon put a finger on his lips, which Wille instantly started to kiss.
"If this is your of asking me to be your boyfriend, then yes, I will be your boyfriend." Simon said with a soft smile on his face.
Wille could feel his face lighting up. Holy hell he had so much love for this boy.
Wille took Simon by the face and crashed their lips together. The kiss was filled with fervor, passion and downright lust.
As they were still kissing, Wille picked Simon back up, flipped him over so Simon could be lying down and climbed right on top of him.
Before Wille did anything else, Wille asked Simon, "Are you sure you wanna do this?"
Simon nodded before saying, "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," and Wille swears that his heart might just explode from the love he had for his boyfriend (oh hell, he's gonna be so obsessed with that thought).
As they kept kissing, shirts began to fall on the ground, then pants, then boxers and soon, they began to relearn everything about each other's bodies.
They began to relearn every birthmark, every mole, every scar, every perfect imperfection, every insecurity in their bodies.
This was their moment, and this time around, absolutely no one was there to take it from them. It was their's and their's alone.
***
After what felt like a whole lifetime, Wille and Simon came back down from their high.
Simon was now curled in Wille's chest as Wille played with Simon's hair. Wille looked down as his boyfriend (yup, he's already obsessed with that term) began to trace random shapes and patterns into Wille's skin.
In the dim red lights, Simon looked so majestic. It was a common fact in Wille's mind that Simon was beautiful. At this point in his life, it was common sense.
At this moment however, Wille felt that the words beautiful and pretty weren't strong enough words to describe how Simon looked to him.
Alluring, dazzling, delicate, elegant, ethereal. Yeah. Those were the proper words to describe Simon right now, Wille thought.
The skin to skin contact they shared at the moment felt a bit overwhelming, but at the same time, it felt so refreshing and right. They felt a bit sticky and sweaty, but they would deal with that in the morning.
Wille was almost certain that Simon was seconds away from sleeping. However, Simon mumbled something that Wille couldn't understand.
"I'm sorry, what was that again?" Wille asked.
"What will happened now?" Simon asked.
Wille had to stop and think about it. He knew that this whole thing could turn and into a shitstorm. He knew that press wouldn't stop digging into Simon's personal life and broadcast every little detail, weather or not it was humiliating, it would be made public.
Wille sighed before responding. "Well, what's gonna happen is that my mother will probably shape you up to be a proper member of the royal family. Not if I can help it." Simon snorted at that.
Wille continued. "Also, people are gonna have a lot to say. I know most of them will be supportive, but a lot of them will be more harsh, more bold and more harder to forget. They will make digs and find information on your personal life. It will be hard to deal with, but I will be here for you, every step of the way. I don't plan on fucking things up like I did last time. And for that, I'm still so sorry I hurt you Simon."
Simon just shook his head. "Wille, we were put in a situation that was bigger than us. We did what we felt was best for us. I know you never intentionally meant to hurt me. I've already forgiven you."
Wille just looked fondly at his boyfriend (he will use that term as much as he pleases, thank you very much). "You're the sweetest, most forgiving person ever, you know that?"
Simon rolled his eyes. "So I've been told."
Wille looked at his clock. "It's almost one, I think we should probably sleep now."
Simon nodded as he let out a low (and adorable, Wille thought) yawn before giving Wille a kiss on the cheek and whispered out, "Godnatt, Wille. Jag älskar dig. Så mycket."
Wille kissed the top of Simon's head as he whispered back, "Godnatt, Simon. Jag älskar dig också. Så mycket."
And the two boys feel asleep like that. Wrapped up in each others arms, love filling in between and only worrying about the current moment.
Just two teenage boys in love.