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Chapter 6: Chapter six

Summary:

Wille’s upbringing was just so different from his own and it puzzled him, but also intrigued him a lot and he just wanted to know even more about the boy sitting across from him.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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Chapter six

The days leading up to Christmas break went by achingly slow. They went on break Friday the 21st but Wille had gone back to Stockholm 2 days prior to do the stupid choir thing which he clearly didn’t want to attend. Simon had seen pictures from the event. Wille looked polite at the camera, but the smile on his face was fake. It was not filled with laughter and joy as Simon was used to, but instead a heavy mask he wore to guard himself from praying eyes. That only made him miss Wille even more.

He built up all kinds of scenarios in his head of Wille sitting alone in a cold castle having nobody to relay on. If he was being reasonable, he knew he had Erik with him, but he wasn’t. He was a moody teenager who missed his boyfriend. They hadn’t managed to find a way nor time to see each other since that Saturday in Wille’s dorm and that was almost two weeks ago now.

Sure, they had been texting nonstop and sometimes they even called each other just to talk. Simon felt like he knew everything about Wille. Like how he only ate apples when they were cut out, or how he was concerned about his tomato plants back in Stockholm. They had had a long conversation filled with emotions, mostly from Willes side, talking about those stupid plants. Wille was concerned that the gardeners hired to take care of Drottningholm didn’t take probably care of his plants. Simon didn’t get much of what Wille was saying about soil and light and water and whatnot, but he listened to Wille and tried to calm him down enough to let the conversation go.

Simon had told Wille about his family in Venezuela and Spain and how he always kind of missed them even though they weren’t that close. He’d talk about Linda and how great a mother she was. He shared his hopes and dreams of a music career, dreams so big, he hadn’t shared them with any other person. Not even Sara or his Mama.

They had talked more about movies and music, and they had laughed and joked. All through the phone which for anybody else might seem childish and silly, but for the two of them it was just them. It was how they kept communicate and evolve together.

 

The 21st Ayub, Rosh and Simon went to the local pizzeria as their tradition prescribed and ate pizza, gossiped, and just fooled around.

“Simon come on; you’ve been so boring lately!” Rosh scold him. “Yeah man,” Ayub joined in. “You just walk around with your stupid phone all day. You are no fun any longer Simme.”

Simon sighed and looked at his friends. “It’s just…” He paused, not sure how much he could say to his two best friends. “Okay, so you know that I’ve been texting this boy, right?” Both of his friends shared a cringe look and the nodded. Simon went on. “We are kind of dating now. He goes to school at Hillerska but lives in Stockholm. I’m supposed to come visit him the 28th but ever since he left school, I haven’t heard that much from him. He had to go home early to do some Christmas stuff or something. And now it’s just like he’s forgotten about me completely.”

“Maybe he’s just spending time with his family.” Ayub tried.

“He doesn’t like his family, Ayub!” Simon snarled.

“Fuck him!” Rosh exclaimed. “If he hasn’t got time for you, then you shouldn’t date. And come on. How serious can it be when you’re only texting?”

“We are like… boyfriends. We’ve met twice, but it’s really hard to find a time and a place where we can meet without others looking at us.” Simon whispered. “He can’t just walk around like no one will notice him.”

“Why, what’s so special about him that he can’t walk around I Bjästad?” Rosh pushed.

Simon didn’t know how to answer that, so instead he busied himself with eating pizza, but Rosh just kept looking at him expecting an answer.

“I don’t know if it’s allowed to just leave the school or have visitors, but even if it were allowed people would recognize him and make this big fuzz about him going out. He doesn’t like that.” Simon tried to explain.

“Dude, who is he?” Ayub tried.

Simon just shook his head. He couldn’t tell them.

“If you can’ talk about what you do, it’s nothing good Simme!” Ayub told him once again and just in that moment Simons phone vibrated from a text. Simon’s smile lit up and his two best friends rolled their eyes at him.  Simon only smiled in return and hurried to unluck his phone.

Wille

Hey! Sorry I haven’t been able to text you that much. Things have been crazy here ever since I came out to mama and Papa.

Simon

Hey, you’re here. Or there. I don’t know. Haha. And also, WHAT tell me about it!

Simon almost dropped his phone when he looked at the incoming call. Wille it said.

“WTF is Wille?” Ayub wondered. Rosh pushed him in the side signaling for him to be quiet.

Simon picked up his phone, smiling like crazy.

“Hey” He whispered.

“Hey, can you talk?” Wille sounded tired.

“Yeah sure, but like. I’m at this pizzeria with Rosh and Ayub. Should we wait?”  

“No, it’s okay. I really miss you right now. It’s so good to hear your voice, Simon.”

“Yours too, Wille” Simon sighed and looked nervously at his two friends.

“So, I talked to Mama and Papa…” Wille paused, but Simon didn’t ease him on. This was something he had to tell in his own speed and with his own words.

“I told them that I have boyfriend. Basically, Erik and I talked with them during breakfast yesterday, and Erik was like. Mama Papa isn’t it great that both Wilhelm and I have a partner?”

Simon was confused. “Wait what? Your brother has a girlfriend?” 

“Yes, he does, and it’s getting like real serious with those two, like wedding bells serious. But back to our story, Simon. Mama and Papa were all like. Ohh yeah that is wonderful Erik, we really love Tindra she’s such a good girl. And Erik went on with saying a lot of sweet talking about Tindra and her education and her eyes and laugh and bla bla bla and then he casually said. And I shit you not. He said: I would really like her to meet Willes boyfriend one day. How cool would it be if they could use each other for support.”

Simon gasped. “OMG! He did not!”

Wille giggled. “He did! And Mama and Papa were just like uhmm, what did you say Erik? And then I tried to explain that I’m queer and that I’ve met you while being at Hillerska and Papa just nodded but Mama was like what are you talking about Wilhelm. You can’t just walk around meeting boys like that. It was like me being queer wasn’t the problem. Not at that point at least. But me actually meeting someone that I like or just being around others was a unforeseen problem.”

Simon nodded, but then remembered that Wille couldn’t see him so instead he asked. “Then what? What now?”

“Then...” Wille took a big gulp of air before he continued. “Then Mama went to the office to work and soon after Papa disappeared to.  It was just me and Erik left in the dining room, so we just chatted and thought that everything was fine, but it really wasn’t Simon.”

“WHAT? What happened Wille! Stop stalling.” Simon almost screamed into the phone. From the corner of his eyes, he could see Rosh whisper the words drama queen to Ayub, but he didn’t give a flying monkeys ass hat about that right now.

“In the afternoon I was called into Mama’s office, and it was all formal and stuff. She sat me down and explained to me that it would mean for me and for our family if I came out publicly. I guess I knew, but then again, I didn’t. Do you follow me?”

Simon stood up to pace around in the relatively empty pizzeria and said “No, I don’t follow you. I was the one who didn’t consider that paparazzi would follow you around I Stockholm.”

Ayub spit out some of his coke when hearing that and Rosh’s eyes almost popped out of her head.

In the phone Wille continued. “Okay so if I choose to come out it will be this big historical moment. Not just here in Sweden but in the whole world. I’ll be the first openly queer royalty and that is really scarry, Simon. I told Mama that I didn’t want to make a speech or do anything grand. I would just like to date you and take you out like I could do if you were a girl. There would still be press but it would be all like. The little prince finds first big love or something silly like that. Not Braking news! The youngest prince of Sweden is a part of the LGBTQ+ community. Is he dating a boy?”

“Isn’t that a bit dramatic, Wille?” Simon asked.

“No, it’s really not, love.” Wille continued. “I really want to be with you, and I want to be me. Not just pretend to be someone I’m not and I talked to Mama about that for a very long time trying to get her to see things from my perspective. She is not thrilled, she really isn’t, but she is still my Mama and she want’s me to be happy and to protect me. So, we both made some compromises.”

“Go on…” Simon was almost breathless from anticipation.

Wille took a deep breath and spoke. “I’m dating you. You are my boyfriend, no discussion there. You can’t come visit me at Hillerska like you did that weekend. Mama was not happy about that by the way. That is not becoming of me apparently. I can visit you, whenever I get permission from the school to leave the schools ground and Mama, or Papa always must know where I am if I do leave school grounds. There will be no scandals as Mama would word it. So, no heavy touching or kissing or anything out in public. And you have to understand, Simon, that if we do this. If we just want to be a normal couple, the press is going to turn their attention towards you and your family as well. It can potentially become very intense, and I know how I feel about the press and them invading my privacy. I really don’t want the same thing to happened to you or your family.”

Simon felt like he could fly. He was bubbling with excitement and happiness and love, and he felt like dancing on the tables. “Is this for real Wille? Is this really happening? What about the 28th?”

“It turns out, that Mama and Papa are not home that day so there is that. I said you were to visit Stockholm and that we might meet up. They are somewhat okay with that, I guess.”

“Okay.” Simon chimed. “I can’t believe this Wille. I’m so happy right now. You were so afraid of her reaction and look at you now! This is amazing. You have no idea. You just make me so happy!”

“You make me happy too!” Wille replied with a shy tone to his voice. “I have to go Simon; we have to welcome family in a little while and take official pictures and stuff. I just thought that I owed you to know what’s going on right now, and it was easier to call than to text.” 

“It’s okay, Wille. Go do all your princely shit. I’ll just eat my pizza then.” Simon joked.

As soon as the boys had said their goodbyes and returned to their table, Simon knew he’d screwed up. Rosh’s moth was hanging open, ready to catch flies and Ayub just looked numb at him. Simon swallowed twice. His mouth suddenly extremely dry.

“Princely shit! Princely shit!” Rosh whispered angrily. “What have you gotten yourself into, Simon!”

Ayub joined her in a low whisper. “Yeah. WTF, Simme. I know for at fact that prince Wilhelm is attending Hillerska right now and that he lives I Stockholm. Is that really the guy?”

“Everybody knows the prince is at Hillerska, they made a special report about it in the news, Ayub” Simon deadpanned.

“You don’t even like the monarchy dumbass!” Rosh continued in a low voice.

“I like Wille.” Simon tried. “I really, really like him, guys. Like so, much!”

“Are you hearing this, Ayub or have I gone mental?” Simon looked at Rosh. Was she angry?

“Ayub! Say something” She continued.

Ayub looked at Simon. Really looked and Simon could only guess what he saw. He hoped that his friend had listened enough to his rant about the mysterious boy that he would be a bit more chill than Rosh was.

What he finally said was “Does he really like gardening?”

Simon smiled. “He does. He has a real soft spot for tomato plants. And he really likes harry Potter and History and he doesn’t know how to bake cookies even though he has to make them every year for some tv show or something, and he is just so, so sweet and considerable. Okay?” The last question was pointed at Rosh who didn’t look convinced that this was something good.

“Is it him that you have to visit in Stockholm?” was all she asked. Simon nodded and that was that. Conversation done. New topic ahead. The new topic turned out to be their strategy for winning Trivial Pursuit this Christmas. They were truly bad at that game even though they always played tree against two. Simon, Rosh and Ayub against Linda and Sara. This year they made a bulletproof plan. They stayed all evening at the pizzeria and google all kinds of random facts that they thought would be useful in the game.

 

It turned out that they couldn’t win Trivial Pursuit no matter how much they planned and strategized after all. All the facts they had googled were happily forgotten when the time came for the game and they discussed more than they actually came up with answers. But to be fair, Linda was a smart woman and Sara remembered all kinds of random facts because of her ADHD. Life was just not fair that way.

Christmas Eve went smoothly without too much trouble. Simon got a new pair of pants from his mother and a gift card to iTunes from Sara. Not much, but that was what he was used to being somewhat excluded from the rest of their family. That evening when Simon was lying in bed, he checked his phone to see if Wille had texted him. He had not had that much time for texting between being social with his family and doing all sorts of strange official stuff that he couldn’t get out of.

Simon

Hey Wille, Merry Christmas! Hope your evening went well without too much drama and all that.

 

Wille

Merry Christmas, Simon. The evening was okay. Better than expected at least. I got a new scarf from Mama and Papa. What about you?

Simon

You got a scarf? What’s wrong with the one you already got?

Wille

It’s from last Christmas. They always give me a new scarf.

Simon

What about when you were a child?

Wille

When I was a child I got toys just like every other child, Simon. Don’t be an ass…

Simon

You like my ass though….

Wille

Stop, just stop yourself before you say something you regret.

Simon

Sorry, didn’t think that one through.

Wille

What did you get for Christmas?

Simon

A pair of pants from Mama and a gift card for iTunes from Sara.

Wille

Cool. Erik’s gotten me a new back for school. One of those straddle bags in leather. Really nice actually.

Simon

Cool

Wille

Yeah, so uhm…. I miss you.

Simon

I miss you too, Wille.

Wille

 Three more days.

Simon

Three more days and then I’m in Stockholm with you <3

 

The morning of the 28th the Eriksson family left way too early to any’s liking, but with two hours’ drive ahead they needed to get going. Linda had an afternoon shift that day, so it was a wonder that she even drove them all the way to the middle of Stockholm. Lindingö to me more exact. Once there Simon had to take the subway for almost 1 and a half hour to get to the other side of Stockholm where Drottningholm Palace was. Once he was there, he should text Wille and then go for a walk in the park. Easy. Nothing could go wrong with that. Except Simon had never been alone in Stockholm before and he didn’t really know his way around. But as it turned out. Taking the Subway was not as different from riding the bus.

Sara and Felice had made fun of him for hurrying so much away from Felice’s house the moment they couldn’t see Linda’s car, but he didn’t care. He was so close to Wille now and that was all that matters.

Drottningholm Castle was a beauty. Big and regal and so beautiful in the dim, Swedish winter light. As Simon walked around in the park wondering what to do next, he couldn’t help feeling nervous about going on to that place. He could for the love of everything that was good not imagine growing up in that castle like this. It was just so big and too much.

As he walked around in then park, he saw two silhouettes walking towards him flanked by two people in dark clothing. It didn’t take long to see who one of the people were. There, walking casual towards him, like this was something he did every day, was Wille.  His beautiful Wille. Simon smiled and walked towards the small party.

“Hey” Wille said shyly when they were close enough to speak undisturbed to each other. He didn’t reach out for Simon or gestured for him to take his hand or anything. Just smiled a shy little smile.

“Hey you.” Simon replied and looked nervous around to see if anyone was watching them. The park not empty. Here and there, there were other people taking a stroll and enjoying the winter weather.

Wille cleared his throat and said “This is Erik my brother. Erik this is Simon.” Simon waved at Erik and quickly blushed thinking that he must look so stupid standing in the middle of this big park waving at the crown prince.

Erik let a little laugh escape and ushed the two boys back towards the castle. “Come on boys, let’s get you inside. It’s nice to meet you, Simon. Wille will not shut up about you!”

“Hey, not true Erik!” Wille defended himself. Simon just smiled to himself while looking down not knowing what to say.

They walked around a corner of the castle and Erik, who was walking a bit in front of the two boys, let them to a heavy wooden door. There were a civile looking guard standing guard in front of the door, but without question he opened it to let all 5 of them inside the palace. Once inside Erik excused himself saying something with work and he and the two bodyguards walked away leaving Simon and Wille alone in the entry to, what Simon assumed, was the royal family’s private part of the castle.

“How are you?” Wille asked, still sounding all shy.

“Tired, happy. You?” Simon asked in return.

“I’m okay. Let’s go to my room. I can show you around later if you like.” Wille took Simon’s hand and led him through corridors and rooms so excusive and expensive looking that Simon barely dared to breath.

“The palace was built with inspiration from this French architect called Nicodemus and it dates back to the 1600’s. It was built after the first castle burned down to the ground. But of course, it has been rebuilt and restoration have been made throughout the years. The first Monarch to live here was Hedvig Eleonora and then some 100 years later Lovisa Ulrika lived here. She modernized some of the castle which can be seen in the green room. It has green panels all over so…” Wille trailed off when Simon grabbed his arm and stopped him from walking.

“Wille,” Simon begun with a slight smile on his lips. “I don’t care about who lived here and what colors the rooms are. So please just show me your room so I can hug you.”

Wille smiled, stroking Simon cheek. “You can hug me here if you like?”

“Is that allowed?” Simon sounded destressed. “I mean. I don’t know what rules you have and such.”

Wille just pulled Simon into his arms in a tight embrace, kissing his temples. “This is allowed. This is always allowed. I’ll make sure of that!” He sounded so sure about that, and it made Simon so proud of this boy who struggled with so many things. But showing his feelings for Simon was not one of the problems. Simon nuzzled his nose into the crock of Wilhelm’s shoulder and inhaled his scent. He’d missed it more than he knew. For a while they just stood there in the middle of a room and hugged each other, and it was simply put everything. When they parted Simon quickly pecked Willes lips and smiled at his boyfriend before taking his hand and walking him the last short way towards the youngest prince’s room.

As they walked the rest of the way to Wille’s room, the prince couldn’t hold back, and he just had to share some more facts about the palace, letting his fondness of history shine through. “Lovisa Ulrika really did a lot of cool things to this place. Like she redid a lot of room and modernized it. I especially love her library. I’ll show you at another time. It’s in the public area. Ohh, we’re here!” He paused and pushed a big door open that let them into a big bright room.

“So,” Wille was back to being shy. “This is my room.”

Simon looked around taking everything in. He didn’t know what he had imagined, but it wasn’t this. The room in itself was not hugely big, but it was extravagant to say the least. The walls were covered with wallpaper in a creamy, greenish, golden color and panels painted white with golden details. In the middle of the room was a big bed held in the same cream colors as the walls. The bed was nicely made. Over the bed hung a big red abstract painting making the room look somewhat modern. Opposite the bed was a writing desk matching the bed and just beside the desk stood a big tv screen on a dresser. The wall adjacent the windows held two big white doors with gold details. One of the doors was slightly open revealing a small walk-in closet. The wooden floor was decorated with a soft white rug, but there were not many personal things to see in the room.

“It’s very….. clean?” Simon said. It came out as a question and Wille laughed at him before saying. “I’m not that much into decoration.”

“I can see that. This is just as unpersonal as your room at Hillerska, Wille” Simon mocked. 

“I just don’t like sharing personal stuff with others and there are cleaning staff here every other day. I don’t want them to see all my memories and thoughts.” The prince tried to explain.

Simon hugged Wille before saying. “You are the sweetest guy I know, but I swear that sometimes you just don’t make sense to me. Why would pictures and some decorating reveal your private thoughts?”

“Sorry?” Wille said almost like a question. “ Mama and Papa always taught us that all things private should be between us. The family.”

Simon pulled away from the hug just enough so he could look at Wille, smile at him and then he went in for a kiss. It was a sweet and innocent kiss, but it was everything he needed right now after being away from his boyfriend for what felt like an eternity.

Wille had other plans though, and soon the kiss intensified, and Simon was pulled towards the big bed where they both tumbled down when they reached it. 

Simon, laying on top of Wille, giggled and asked. “Did you miss me that much huh?” Wille smiled at him and said, without any hesitation. “More that you would ever know, Simon!” And then their lips were crashed together again. Hands wandering and touching each other’s arms, faces and hair. There was a sense of desperation to the touches, like neither of the boys really believed what was happening. Simon’s hand roamed Willes skin just beneath his hoodie and he felt ignited with want and lust.

“This, okay?” He asked in between kisses and while stroking a hand up and down Wille’s side and ribs. Wille nodded frantically and started finding his way to Simon’s back. Pushing his hands up under Simon’s hoodie it was his turn to ask. “And this?” “Yes” Simon simply replied too occupied with kissing and touching his boyfriend to say anything more.

After a whole both hoodies were on the floor together with Simon’s t-shirt and their hands had free range to roam each other’s bodies. Everything was a bit hesitant at first, but later, as they grew more assure of wheat the other was okay with, kisses were spread all over their chests, necks arms and hands. Neither of them went below the belt. Wille probably too scared of making Simon uncomfortable again and Simon just didn’t know how far was enough right now or how to ask for more. So they both settle for this, although they both wanted more at that moment.

If Simon had to describe how it was to kiss Wille, he would be at a loss of words. He didn’t know if it was because their relationship was so new and young that it felt like the best thing in the world, or if it would feel like this every time they made out in the future. He really hoped it would continue feeling this amazing to be with Wille.

He thought of all that while pretending to watch a movie together with Wille. The prince was laid between Simon’s leg, resting his back up against Simon’s bare chest. Simon was holding his boyfriend safe an secure in his arms, occasionally kissing the top of his head. He really liked this. Being here with Wille with nothing to interrupt them.

As Simon laced their fingers together, he asked Wille “Do you believe in marriage?”

Wille froze and looked up at Simon with a puzzled look in his brown eyes. “Why?” He asked with a small voice.

“I just had a thought.” Simon continues. “Like, some people only se marriage as a constitutional constellation that is a blast from the past. You get where I’m going?”

“I don’t think so” Wille answered honestly. “Explain it to me. I want to understand what you’re saying.”

Simon gathered his thoughts for a moment and then began to speak once more. “It’s like. For a long time, marriage have been something that united families and made sure everybody got something out of it. Money, security for the future, house over their heads and whatnot. Then it became this romantic thing were you have to marry someone you love or like or whatever.” At that Wille chuckled a little. Simon let him before continuing. “ And then all of a sudden people were like, hey let the queer community get the same rights as everybody else so nobody will hate us. And the queer community have that right now in so many places, but there are also so, so many places where they don’t have that right, you know. And then I’m like. Why should I get married if it’s something that is decided by other people. Why should it even be something you have to fight for to have? It you want to spend your life with one person for the rest of your life just do that.” Simon went silent and Wille only sat with him in the bed for a little while, taking in all what he had said. After some time, he finally said. “I’ve never given much thought to that, Simon. It’s always just been one of those things everybody expects me to just do without questioning it. Either I marry a girl, or I don’t. There are people in my family that never married, you know. I really like the thought of Marriage, the security of it.”

“But you can find security in your own way or have paperwork made to secure your partner and family. I really don’t see the meaning of a church wedding and all that just because society thinks it’s the thing to do.” Simon protested.

“I kind of see where you are going with that, but I don’t think I agree.” Wille sighed. “Either way. If I ever get married the wedding needs to be held in a church. That would be expected of me. I can’t choose that like you can.”

“Why not?” Simon pushed Wille up in a sitting position so they could look at each other.

Wille looked down and continued to explain himself in a small voice. “I need to be a protestant. That’s the state religion here in Sweden and as long as I’m a prince I can’t deselect that. As a protestant and a member of the royal family I need to have a church weeding in order to solidify that I am in fact a protestant. If I were not to have a wedding in a church that might be perceived as me trying to make a political standing, and I’m not allowed to do that. I cannot voice my own opinion on political matters, Simon. That’s the number one rule every single on in my family have to follow.”

Simon looked at Wille. Really looked at him. He looked so regretful and small, sitting there on the bed trying to explain how his world worked. Simon felt like argue against Wille. Tell him that nobody could tell him what to think, feel or say, but he knew Wille was right. It was common knowledge that the royal family were not to state a political stand. So, what did it matter what Simon thought. Wille’s upbringing was just so different from his own and it puzzled him, but also intrigued him a lot and he just wanted to know even more about the boy sitting across from him.  

At that moment there was a knock on the door and Erik’s voice could be heard. “Wille, Simon. Do you want to get lunch together or are you otherwise engaged?”

Wille sent Simon a panicked look but shouted to his brother non then less. “Erik stop it! We’ll be out in a second.” To Simon he added. “I hope it’s okay that we eat with Erik? I think he got plans tonight so he will be gone in a little while.”

Simon sent him a smile, while already trying to locate his hoodie. “It’s okay Wille. Of course, I want to get to know your brother. He is important to you.”

With goofy smiles om their lips they walked out to the kitchen, hoodies on, and was met by Erik and a light lunch that was put out for them on the small kitchen island.

“I would have thought your kitchen were bigger than this.” Simon wondered out loud while seating himself in one of the four chairs at the dinning table. “This is only for us when we are alone in private. There is a big industrial kitchen somewhere else.” Wilhelm just stated like it was the most normal thing to have.

“Sure. Yeah didn’t think of that” Simon mumbled under his breath. The room fell silent as they helped themselves to the food. It was Erik who saved them all by starting some polite small talk.

“So Simon, tell me more about yourself, if you don’t mind.” The crown prince shot him a polite smile.

Simon swallowed his food, thought for a minute, and then started telling stuff about himself. “Well, I’m from Bjärsted, lived my whole life. Mama is from Venezuela though so I speak both Swedish and Spanish. Mostly Spanish at home when we haven’t got guest.” He took a sip of water before he continued. “I have a sister who’s in the same year as Wille at Hillerska and uhmm, yeah. I really like to sing and make music.”

At this Wille joined in on the conversation. “He wants to study music here in Stockholm after graduating. Isn’t that the coolest thing ever!”

Erik smiled at his younger brother who was surely smitten by the curly hair boy. “It is cool, Wille. Did you know Simon, that Wilhelm here plays the piano to perfection?”

Simon’s mouth fell open. “Shut up! You haven’t told me that!” He looked amazed at his boyfriend who was blushing and apparently had a very big interest in the food on his plate. “It never came up.” Was what Wille finally let out in a mumble.

“What are you even talking about? How longe havn’t I used on explaining how much I like music and singing and preforming and you never once thought to yourself hey, maybe I should tell my boyfriend that I play music too! That’s just stupid, Wille.”

There were a faint chuckle from Erik, but Simon ignored it in favor of looking at his boyfriend.

“I didn’t want to, like, take your thing or whatever. Music is just so you! And if I started to brag about me playing piano, which I haven’t tried for a very long time by the way, I was afraid of taking your thing and making it into my thing I guess.” Wille trailed of biting in is bottom lip nervously.

“Wille” Simon just sighed and took his hand.

“You are really dumb sometimes, you know that!” Erik chimed in sending Wille a mischief smile. Wille send him a glare in return and squeezed Simons hand a bit harder.

“What about your dad?” Erik continued focusing his attention back on Simon.

Simon stiffened in his seat and quickly said. “There is no dad. Not anymore. Sara and I haven’t got contact to him anymore.” 

“Okay, sorry” Erik replied quickly and smoothly switching topic explaining that he had plans with some friends of his that evening at that he would be back tomorrow afternoon before the Queen and Queen Consort would arrive home again.

Wille didn’t say much, just held Simon’s hand and ate his lunch like this was a everyday thing. Simon on the other hand were a bit more nervous trying to keep up a conversation with Erik without making a fool of himself.

When they had eaten and the two boys were about to leave, Erik cleared his throat and asked in a very formal voice. “So, Simon. What are your intentions with my dearest brother here?” Simon was out of words. He didn’t know what to answer because he didn’t know himself. He knew that he liked Wille a lot, but his intentions? They were only 16, were liking each other and making each other happy not enough?

To everybody’s surprise it was Wille who spoke up. “What are your intentions with Tendra tonight?” Erik was quick to snap back at his brother. “My intentions are none of your business, brother! Why would you even…” He didn’t get to finish his sentence because Wille spoke again. “Then Simon’s intentions are none of your business, right? Come on, let’s go back to my room, Simon.”  

Simon was dragged after Wille as they left the kitchen leaving Erik standing astonished. When did his brother become kind of sassy?

 

That evening they decided on ordering Chinese takeout. They ate in the small kitchen enjoying each other company and the conversations they had.

“I really had a great day today!” Wille confessed.

“Why” Simon wanted him to elaborate. “We didn’t do much. Watched movies, went for a walk in the park, made out. Nothing to special.” He tried to sound casual like this was everyday stuff to them.

“Well, to start with. I spent my day with you, which is always good. And I’ve never had such a pleasant walk in the park as I had today. Must be the weather that did it.” Wille joked.

Simon thew a spring roll at Wille. “Shut up dork! I’m sure the weather was the best thing about that walk.”

It hadn’t been the weather that was the best thing about the walk. It had been the discreet hand holding, the kissing behind trees, goofing around and being in a bliss of happiness. They had deemed it private enough that they had dared all these things without thinking anybody would notice them. Just the two of them being normal teens in love.

As they cleaned the kitchen after eating, Wille snug up behind Simon wrapping his arms around his waist. “Thanks for coming to visit me. I know it wasn’t easy for you to do so.” Wille leaned his head on Simon’s shoulder.

“It was your idea” Simon started but stopped once he could feel lips on his neck. Just barely there but without a doubt still there. “Wille.” Simon sighed.

“Mmmhh,” was Willes responds. “What do you want, Simon?” he tightened his arms around the other boys waist while nuzzling his head in between the crook of Simons neck and shoulder.

Simon shuttered suddenly feeling very much attuned to every touch and every movement Wille made.

“Wille,” he started. “Wille, I think…” He trailed off, trying to make sense off these thoughts but it was hard to decipher what he really wanted at what his body wanted. “Wille, you, I want you.” He whispered at last turning around to kiss his boyfriend like his life depended on it. Wille gladly accepted the kiss, hands finding their way up to Simons long curly hair.

“Come.” Wille breaths when they are finally pulling away for air. He took Simon’s hair and hurriedly lead him towards his room where, inside, he locked the door before he went for Simon’s mouth again.

They stood in the middle of the room, kissing, touching, savoring that moment to memory. Simons hands were fiddling with hem of Willes hoodie, but he wasn’t sure what was allowed and what was not. But apparently Wille was impatient, and he stopped kissing Simon with a grunt. “Just take it off already, will you!” The prince sounded impatient and slightly out of breath, but he  got lost of his hoodie right there in front of Simon like it was nothing. Then he pointedly looked at Simon and said, “your turn, love.”

Simon blushed and fumbled with his purple hoodie, but somehow got it off without embarrassing himself too much. As soon as his hoodie hit the floor, Wille all but man handled him to the bed and laid him in the middle of it. With much more care, he placed himself on top of Simon, kissing his forehead and both cheeks before whispering. “You are so pretty, Simon. So, so very pretty.” And then he went in to place a featherlight kiss on his lips before kissing his way down Simon’s neck, shoulders and further down to his body.

“Wille” Simon was in a loss of words, devoured in the ecstatic feeling of Wille kissing him.

“This okay?” Wille asked when kissing Simon’s stomach. Said boy nodded franticly, weaving his hands into the golden hair of the prince. “Please” Simon then whispered. He didn’t know what he was asking for, but he needed more and he wanted is as well. He was so hard, it was unbearable, but he would not comment on that. Wille must have known either way. He was laying on top of Simon after all.

“Can I?” Wille haltered looking up at Simon starring him directly in the eyes while his hand was pause over Simon’s pants near the zipper.

Simon swallowed and the said a very breathless “Yes.”

Wille went up to Simon’s face and kissed him breathless while very carefully opened the zipper of Simon’s pants. Carefully Wille tried to slide down the pants to get them fully off, but he had to break the kiss to succeed that mission. Simon chuckled at him. “Smooth, Wille.”

Wille, who was sitting on top of Simon smiling like a maniac replied with a rapid. “Shut up!” before unzipping his own pants and discarding them to the floor as well.

Simon reached out for Wille, willing him to come down on the bed again, and kissed him with all he had. They weren’t in I hurry by any means. They had the whole evening and night together. Just the two of them without any disruptions, so they took their time. Kissing, touching, whispering sweet praises to each other. Hands went further down as they turned more comfortable but also daring with each other and Simon couldn’t help but his in surprise, when Wille’s hand found its way to his cock, stroking it slowly and uncertain. Their eyes locked and Simon nodded a confirmation to his boyfriend.

 

Sometime after when they lay boneless and content in Wille’s bed, Simon was sure, Wille was asleep, but he couldn’t find peace in his head. “Wille” he whispered in the dark, expecting no answer in return.

Wille let out a small sound and pulled Simon closer by his side, to show that he was listening.

“My dad…” Simon paused not sure if this was the right time to talk about such serious matters, but he needed to share this with Wille because Wille was everything to him.

Wille turned around so he could look at Simon, but Simon nuzzled his head in under Willes chin se they couldn’t look at each other.

“He was, is probably still, an addict. When we were kids, he started drinking. He got fired from his job, and Mama had to support us. I don’t know much about that, Mama didn’t tell us much, but I remember how we would come home from school and find him passed out in the couch reeking of beer and cigarettes. It was disgusting!” Willes kissed Simon’s hair as a sign of comfort.

“At some point he started doing drugs too. Like prescription drugs. Sara is on the spectrum, so he sometimes took her medication which resulted in her having terrible days in school when she ran out of medication way too early. It was all just so bad, Wille. I stayed a lot at Ayub’s house at that time. But.. I don’t know where Sara went. There were so much yelling and fighting at home. Mama tried to get our dad to sober up and pull himself together, but I guess it never worked.”

“Simon, I’m so sorry” Wille whispered gently into the dark rook. Simon shrugged his shoulders like it didn’t matter.

“It’s over now. They got a divorce last year. Mama got the house and us and Sara moved school. Away from all her bullies. We haven’t seen our dad since he moved out. Or got kicked out of all three of us.” Simon then lifted his head and kissed Wille gently. “I just thought that you should know.” He then finished his monologue.

Wille smiled a sad smile. “Thanks for telling me this, Simon.”

And that was that. They fell asleep in each other’s arms and slept through numerous of incoming texts, calls and notifications on both phones.

Notes:

I do not like to write too sassy scenes between these two boys because they are two 16-year-olds trying to figure out how all of this physical stuff works. I’m by no means 16 any longer, but I remember being 16)or a bit younger) and not quite sure of what I was doing but still felling so, so much, and I really would like to portray that here in this fic.
Also, I had to google public transport in Sweden and in Stockholm because I know nothing about it. I don’t even know how to ride a bus here in Denmark so… I just drive or ride my bike when I need to go somewhere.