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It’s been three months since the tragic (and oh so overdramatic) ending of Envy and Scott’s relationship. Scott has already dated (and dumped) some girl he met at a party and, despite the fact Wallace is almost certain he is not at all sad about that, the two of them are now very drunk.
They’re on the living room floor, two bottles of wine in and Scott it slurring, “It’s not like I’m upset about it or anything,”
Wallace nods along solemnly.
“Nat probably wishes we were still together, I bet,” Scott sounds sort of wistful, but then, with much more conviction, he says, “But I don’t. I’ve already met someone new,”
And oh, Wallace had forgotten that particular detail. Scott is now in cahoots with a new girl, some edgy emo chick who Wallace finds entirely intolerable and hopes does not become Scott’s next actual girlfriend.
“Maybe you should just try being single,” Wallace suggests, taking a drink of the wine straight from the bottle.
Scott makes a face. “Easy for you to say, there’s no guy who wouldn’t let you do them,”
Wallace rolls his eyes. “Only gay guys. So, what, you’re gonna get a boyfriend instead?”
Scott looks away and Wallace decides he maybe needs to try being a bit more helpful. He’s about to reach over to pull Scott into a hug and offer some of his amazing advice, when Scott looks back at him. He’s got this considering kind of look, a kind of determination that’s making Wallace worried.
“We should kiss,” Scott says, unabashed.
Wallace blinks. And blinks again.
“What?”
“Well, I’m just saying. Maybe if I like it I should get a boyfriend,” Had Scott gone insane?
Whilst Wallace had often thought that Scott had some kind of leaning toward men, he had also mentally decided Scott was much too straight and emotionally stunted to ever come to that conclusion.
“I highly doubt you will,” Wallace says, rolling his eyes, but still he scoots closer until he and Scott are almost touching noses.
“What are you-“ Scott begins, like he didn’t believe Wallace would actually do as he had asked.
“Kissing you, obviously,”
Wallace leans in for a soft peck and the sits back for Scotts reaction.
Scott opens his eyes, looking disappointed. “Is that it?”
And Wallace feels a bit offended, no boy had ever said ‘Is that it?’ In response to him kissing them. “I didn’t know you wanted to have a full make out,”
Scott rubs the back of his neck awkward. “It’s just, it didn’t feel much different from kissing a girl and how am I supposed to tell in such a short amount of time,”
“It probably isn’t that different from kissing a girl,” Wallace says, raising a brow. But he concedes and leans back in.
This time, when their lips touch, instead of pulling back, Wallace pushes in, hands reaching up to take Scott’s face. He lets one hand slide back into Scott’s hair, which is growing out pretty slowly and still on the shorter side.
Scott, in turn, wraps his arms around Wallace’s neck and smooths his hands over his back. He feels like this might be getting a little bit past what is considered a friendship kiss, but it’s also nice to be so close with someone who he feels emotionally close to as well.
Wallace opens his mouth slightly and the kiss turns wetter, more intimate as Scott pushes his tongue into Wallaces mouth and gently pushes Wallace back onto the floor. Okay, so maybe this is going a bit further than he had expected. Scott is on top of him and seems clear on savouring the moment as he drags his hands down over Wallace’s chest to rest on his waist.
Scott pulls back, looking at Wallace’s face. And Wallace wants to focus on this, needs to figure out what he’s supposed to say now, but his brain is rather stuck on the fact that he’s gotten hard somewhere during them making out.
He looks down and then Scott looks down and Wallace wants to kick himself. He’s supposed to be smooth or whatever, in control.
“Oh,” Scott whispers, voice hushed and breathy.
“Sorry,” Wallace says, a bit embarrassed to have a hard on just from a bit if kissing. “You should take it as a compliment to your kissing skills,” He smirks, but Scott doesn’t seem to be paying him much mind.
Scott moves to push his leg between Wallace’s thighs, pausing just before touching anything to ask, “Is this okay?”
And alright, this is happening. This is a thing that’s actually happening right now.
In a moment of total insanity, he nods. “Yeah,”
And then Scott pushes leg up until it’s pressed up right between his legs and he can feel Scott against his erection.
But Scott doesn’t do anything else, just leans down to push their mouths back together, working back up to where they had left off. He uses one arm to hold himself up and the other to smooth through Wallace’s hair.
A sudden gentle tug on his hair has him moaning a little and he bucks up against Scott’s leg, grinding against him. The friction feels good and Scott encourages him by pressing his leg up a little harder. From there its a steady rhythm of them kissing and Wallace grinding down against Scott’s leg.
They’re not even naked and its no where near the furthest either of them have gone and yet it feels so good .
“Oh my God,” Wallace manages to say in between kisses.
Is this how Scott is getting all these girls? Has Scott been a secret sex God this whole time and he has been simply oblivious to it this whole time?
“Does it feel good?” Scott asks and Wallace looks up to see Scott has pulled back further to watch where his dick is rubbing against his thigh, seemingly fascinating by doing this with a guy. It does, but he forces himself to stop.
“Don’t stare at me like that,” He frowns and Scott looks up to Wallace’s face.
“Sorry,” He says, bashful. “It’s just different, not bad though,” He rushes the last part out.
He looks back down and Wallace can tell from the look in his face he wants to ask something. Well, it couldn’t get much mire than this.
“What?”
“Can I…” Scott trails, apparently contemplating whether this is something he really wants to ask. “Can I jerk you off?”
Wallace stares at him for a moment. “Um,”
“I’ve never touched another guys dick before and I’m sure it would feel better than this, but I totally understand if you don’t want to or whatever,” Scott blabs and Wallace takes pity.
“Yeah alright,”
Scott reaches down with no hesitation to unbutton Wallace’s trousers, tugging the zip down. He hooks his thumbs into the top of Wallaces boxer shorts and pulls his trousers and pants down in one smooth pull. Not all the way off, just enough to free Wallaces dick from its confines.
Wallace doesn’t even know what to think, so he just watches, a bit dumbstruck by how this evening was turning out.
His brain seems to reboot when he feels Scotts hand wrap around him because oh God Scott’s hand is on his dick . What the fuck? What the fuck.
His hand starts moving setting a good pace and when he looks up at Scott he’s watching with a deep sort of concentration that makes Wallace flush.
Scott uses his thumb to tease the sensitive head and oh fuck, normally Wallace is the one in charge in bed but he finds he doesn’t mind letting Scott do whatever he wants.
Scott leans down to kiss him again and Wallace feels it all over, Scott everywhere and holy shit. There’s a sort of moment of stillness and clarity, his best friend is getting him off, his best straight friend.
Although, Scott probably isn’t as straight as he had thought and must be at least a bit into this, or very into this judging by the current situation.
And Wallace, well Wallace is clearly into this, another disturbing revelation of the night.
And then he comes.
It feels so good he thinks he whites out for a moment.
Scott rolls off of him and he lays there, on his back, cum staining the shirt he bought literally last week and feeling a kind of post nut clarity he’s never felt before.
“Want me to get you off?” He finds himself asking, but Scott stands up and stretches.
“No, let’s go to bed,” And Scott collapses down onto their floor mattress.
Wallace lays there a moment longer, staring at their ceiling and somehow, he feels like he’s made a mistake.
Later, in bed, as he’s really drifting off he hears Scott say, “I don’t think I’m into guys so let’s just.. forget about this,”
And in the morning, they do.