loverboy- schlattbur oneshots {discontinued}

pouring

prompt: it's pouring outside!
category: fluff, but confused angst for a bit

wilbur had schlatt over for a few days. he somehow convinced schlatt to fly out- so here he was.

schlatt was sitting on the couch in his apartment, messing with wilburs guitar. he was thinking to himself while stringing the chords.
wilbur, three minutes earlier, said he was going to go get the mail. the mailbox was just a flight of stairs away, so schlatt eventually let his mind wander to; where is wilbur?

schlatt stood, gently resting the guitar against the wall, and walked to the door. just as he was about to take the knob in his hand and yank open the door- it flew right open, kicking schlatt back.

"christ!" schlatt yelled, his voice raising up a notch. in fear of it being an intruder- since wilbur left the door unlocked- he immediately threw his eyes open and tensed up his posture.

it was just wilbur.
drenched wilbur.

and he was laughing at him.

"jesus, wilbur! not funny!" schlatt was annoyed but couldn't help but smile. he observed him for a moment. his shirt was drenched wet, and his hair was matted to his head and face.

and he was wearing the most daring, and excited smile. it was enticing but confused schlatt.

"why are you wet, you lunatic?" schlatt raised an eyebrow as he back up to let wilbur come in.

"loo-nah-tick" wilbur mocked him. he was definitely riled up, for some reason. schlatt groaned while wilbur continued,
"it's pouring outside. just havin some fun!"

schlatt was about to make fun of him or lecture him, because he was dragging rain into the nice apartment. but he didn't get to, because wilbur had grabbed his hand.
he grabbed it a little too tightly. a little too perfectly-almost a little too affectionately.
schlatt couldn't help but smile, even though he was getting dragged down stairs and into the cold and pouring rain.

he snapped out of his entranced state with the annoying help of pouring and slightly painful rain streaming down his face and clothes.
also, with the help of wilbur who had now grabbed both of schlatts hands, and was dancing around, splashing in puddles mixed with mud.

"wilbur," schlatt scoffed, a little amused. "which hallmark, rom-com cliche movie is this?" he smiled and gently moved his legs to match wilburs dancing energy.

wilbur smiled, his hair clumped and messy. schlatt looked deep into his eyes- and observed his cheekbones and defined lips. his features were completely opposite from schlatts. his eyes were rounded and soft, and his lips naturally curved upwards. schlatt was rough- his eyes sharpened and resting face serious.

"schlatt, this rom com is about two friends to lovers." wilbur laughed, and let go of his hands to play and splash in the puddles.

schlatt froze- every muscle in his body tensing. he let his hands fall to his sides- unoccupied by wilburs.
two friends to lovers?
confusion and the familiar feeling of being unsure wrapped it's dark hands around schlatts mind. the rain seemed to slap down onto his face like icicles. it did nothing to help the numb state he was in.

wilbur noticed this and stopped. the two stood- facing each other- rain engulfing him.

"why am i here, wilbur?" schlatts voice was weak and harsh. wilburs smile wiped away from his face immediately.

"what'd you mean?" wilbur asked, moving his hair out of his face. "you're here to hang out. and meet-"

schlatt interrupted him. "to hang out, wilbur? really? that's what i'm here for?" schlatts voice rose, his temper joining it.

wilbur pursed his lips, slightly threatened and extremely confused. he opened his mouth to elaborate, but schlatt continued.

"two friends to lovers? seriously? wilbur..." schlatt held his hands out. "how long are you going to do this to me?"

wilbur felt his knees begin to buckle. what?
"what on earth do you mean? schlatt, it was just a joke."

schlatt rubbed his hair back with both hands, stressed. wilbur was confused on how the mood had turned so sour so soon.

"how long are you going to give all, then pull away? how fucking long?"

reality began to seep into wilburs mind.

when schlatt heard no protest, he continued. "are you coming, schlatt?" he mocked wilbur.

wilbur refused to speak, but that only fueled him.

"since you won't say anything," he seemed to cry, "i like you! i always have. and you always give me false fucking hope!"

waves of regret crashed into schlatt. ideas for how to escape this suffocating situation filtered their way into his mind.
buy a plane ticket immediately...leave tonight...ignore this ever happened....

wilbur couldn't help but let a smile bleed onto his face.
"jonathan schlatt, you are so attractive when you're mad."

this literally only made him more mad, with a sweet tang of amusement.

"there you go again." he scoffed, crossing his arms as wilbur walked over, splashing water as he did.

wilbur took his hands. "false hope? i give you false hope of what?"

"dating." schlatt scoffed once more, his dominant state decreasing for a multitude of reasons. mainly because wilbur was calmer and taller. "fuck you."

"ok when?"

schlatt laughed as wilbur gently leaned in, placing a careful kiss on the side of his lips.
this left schlatt everything but stunned. he had been waiting for this moment- he just didn't expect to be drenched during it.

"now dance with me." wilbur laughed, pulled away, and led schlatt to the biggest puddle as the rain showed no sense of stopping.