Wylan Van Eck X Jesper Fahey - Tumblr Posts

hi! thank you so much for all the fics you write and share i don’t think i’ve ever read one i didn’t completely love!!! I have a request, if you’re open to it: wesper are now making out after lots of pining-as-friends, and jesper can’t shut up about how hot he thinks wylan is, how excited he is, he realizes he’s maybe over sharing or coming on too strong but he cannot help it!!!

you're very sweet darling 🥺 also this was very cute ty for requesting it!!

“Saints,” Jesper whispers. 

Wylan nods, hands still scrambling over the soft fabric covering Jesper’s chest. He’s still half-reclined over the end of the sofa Jesper found him on an hour ago. The one where it all finally came out, that little crush Jesper’s been hiding for weeks — months, maybe a year, he isn’t sure — bitten back by a boy that didn’t want to risk this friendship he had except it all just burst — 

It doesn’t matter, apparently. He’d blurted it all out with a mortifying amount of honesty and Wylan, wide eyed, had just… 

His lips part, firm enough that Jesper’s do the same against his guiding touch. They both groan into each other’s mouths, terribly uncivilised and absolutely wonderful. Wylan had done exactly what he’s doing now, yanking him close to kiss him stupid. It was an answer in itself that Jesper is now cherishing. 

He really, really likes it.

“Saints,” Jesper repeats, “You’re— mm—"

Wylan hums, nodding again. His hands have stopped their frenetic dance, deciding instead to grip tight to Jesper’s sweater. He uses his grip to pull him closer, and Jesper does not mind. 

“I’ve— shit, Wy— mm—”

Wylan pulls away. Jesper blinks. That is the opposite of what he wanted to happen. “What?” 

Jesper swallows. Is his face hot? He thinks so. Wylan’s is flushed a beautiful bright pink. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for months,” he admits. 

Slowly, Wylan nods. “Okay,” he says, “then kiss me.” 

Jesper does. 

He leans down, still mostly hovering over Wylan, eagerly sinking into the feeling of his best friend’s soft hands on his chest. He grazes his teeth over Wylan’s bottom lip, relishing the little gasp he gets for his trouble and using the opportunity to sink his tongue into his mouth. Wylan squirms beneath Jesper. His body is so warm. His lips, kissing Jeper back like he’s starving, are even warmer. Jesper wants to pull away and just appreciate the sight of him, knowing that his lips will be slick and his body will be flushed, ust like he knows that he’s wanted to see Wylan like this for weeks. Months. Maybe even a year. 

“Saints,” Jesper gasps, “you’re so— so—“

Wylan lifts his hands and settles them around Jesper’s neck, linking his fingers together and yanking Jesper close. It makes Jesper gasp, a muffled noise swallowed by Wylan’s kiss. It’s unsubtle, that eager request for more, and Jesper wants so badly to indulge him. He thinks now that he has wanted this for over a year. For decades. For his entire life, perhaps, because how can anyone not want Wylan? Gorgeous Wylan, funny Wylan, excellent kisser Wylan—  

“Wylan,” he sighs, still thinking about how he could possibly finish that sentence. You’re gorgeous, or perhaps, how are you such a good kisser, or even— “Saints, you’re so— mm— hot.”

Quietly, he hears Wylan chuckle. “Says you,” he murmurs. 

“Yeah, says me. You’re—” 

Wylan cuts him off with another kiss, muffling his words and making Jesper hum. Maybe he’s moaning. He doesn’t care. From the feeling of it, Wylan doesn’t either. 

“Wy—”

“Jes,” Wylan whispers, “stop talking.” 

Jesper nods. A good, sensible idea. 

He kisses Wylan one more time and gets a low moan for his trouble, something delicious and beautiful. Jesper sinks into the feeling of his lips sliding over Wylan’s. They’re so soft.  They’re so— perfect. They’re indicative of every wonderful thing Jesper loves about Wylan, this beautiful boy that against all odds wants to kiss him too. Jesper can’t make sense of the fact Wylan wants to kiss him back but he does, evidenced by the hot press of his tongue against the seam of Jesper’s mouth, pressing between his lips and running along the line of his teeth. 

“Fuck,” Jesper breathes out, “I can’t get over how fucking hot you—“

Wylan’s hands against his shoulder are insistent and, before Jesper can make sense of it, he’s being shoved backwards to sit on his heels. He goes, breathing heavily, taking in the heady sight of Wylan spit-slicked and blushing. 

“What are—”

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for months,” Wylan blurts. “Oh, Ghezen, I want to kiss you so badly I can’t think. Please stop talking so I can kiss you.” 

Jesper’s face heats, gently mortified. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t you dare,” Wylan says. “Saints, you’re— such a good kisser.” 

“Even though I keep talking?” Jesper asks. 

Wylan nods, eyes still a little wide. “I can’t think straight with you looking like that.”

“Like what?” 

“Like that.” Fruitlessly, Wylan gestures at all of Jesper’s body. He shuts his eyes, flush still blooming like a rose on his pale skin. “Ghezen help me, I can’t believe you want to kiss me.” 

Jesper smiles softly, terribly pleased. “Course I do,” he murmurs. “Have you seen yourself?” 

Softly, Wylan groans. “Ghezen help me,” he mutters, voice weak and wonderfully him. It makes Jesper laugh. 

“Want to kiss me again?” Jesper asks, feeling bold.

Wylan sits up, crawling forward till Jesper gets the hint and settles back. He allows Wylan to take the lead, watching him clamber up till he’s sitting on Jesper’s lap. It is a very, very good position to be in. The weight of him straddling Jesper’s thighs, the warmth, the closeness. Jesper adores it all. How lucky he is.

Softly, Wylan kisses his lips once more.  

“I never want to stop kissing you,” he whispers. 

Jesper is very okay with that, too.