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The next morning arrived quickly, and everyone hung out for a while before heading home. Will didn’t want to assume anything, or stay where he wasn’t welcome, so he started grabbing his stuff, waiting on his turn in the bathroom to change. Dustin was in there and Lucas and Max had just left. He hovered near the couch, waiting. That was when he felt a hand settle on his shoulder.
It wasn’t heavy. It wasn’t abrupt. Just there- warm and grounding in a way that made his breath catch before he could stop it. Will turned.
Mike was standing close, closer than necessary, his expression caught somewhere between casual and intent. His fingers lingered, thumb brushing the seam of Will’s t-shirt like it hadn’t decided whether to move or not.
“You’re not leaving, right?” Mike asked.
Will stammered, his thoughts tripping over each other as he tried to find the best answer- one that implied he wanted to stay without putting pressure on it.
“I don’t know, do you want me to stay?”
Mike rolled his eyes, leaning in slightly, invading Will’s space in a way that felt deliberate now, and his voice dropped just enough to feel personal.
“Yes,” grabbing Will’s clothes from his hands and putting them in Will’s bag on the couch, like the matter had been settled.
Will bit his lip, Mike was being different. Not completely, but there was something softer about him and the way he was looking at him. Will wasn’t complaining, but the shift was present. The way he looked at Will lingered a beat too long, open in a way that made Will want to look away and lean closer at the same time.
Dustin left shortly after, not mentioning that Will was still there. It wasn’t unlike him to linger back a bit, it had always been difficult to separate from Mike- even before all of this started.
Mike walked up to him and curled his arms around Will’s shoulders, leaning into him. Will was a bit taken aback, but melted into it, his hands around Mike’s waist for a moment and breathing in. Mike’s voice was soft,
“Do you want to get breakfast?”
They took their bikes to a nearby cafe in town, not bothering to change out of their pajamas, the fabric fluttering slightly beneath their jackets. The ride was nice, the morning sun beating down on them- the wind cut clean and fast as they pedaled, keeping the heat from settling too deeply. It felt like old times. Except, Will could still feel that shift in Mike’s tone with him. They ate at the café with the windows open, sunlight spilling across the table, the air rich with coffee and something sweet on the griddle. Halfway into the meal, Will could feel Mike’s shoe against his under the table, sliding up to his ankle. It wasn’t leading anywhere, it wasn’t a nudge or an invitation, it was just familiar contact. When the check arrived, Mike was blushing and pulling out crumpled cash from his wallet, quickly insisting on paying. It was a little odd, but Will let him do it. Unable to hide the smile on his face, it slipped out before he could catch it- warm, fond, and unmistakably there; betraying more than he’d intended.
Mike glanced up just then, met his eyes, and for a brief second the careful distance between them wavered.
Will looked away first.
They decided to go to the arcade next. It was around noon and it had just opened. Will put his hands in his pockets, feeling a little silly in his pajamas. Mike nudged him,
“No one will care- it’s all nerds anyway.”
Will smiled and they made their way around, playing their usual games. When Will would play on his own, he would feel Mike behind him, solid and present, warmth radiating from him. Will focused on playing, but that feeling was low in his stomach. He wanted it to be like this all the time. This morning was so nice, just the two of them waking up together, sharing a meal and moving through town. It was dangerous, this thought that it could really be like this. Will knew it was too good to be true, but it was nice to pretend.
They were in the corner, near some of the old games that no one really pays attention to, and Mike was playing, Will leaning against the side of the machine, watching as the colors from the screen reflected on Mike’s face, the light in his eyes, and Will swallowed, the urge to kiss him gnawing at him. Will looked around and no one was there, so he moved in to lean over the back of the stool he was on, over Mike’s shoulder, turning and quickly pressing a kiss to Mike’s cheek. He pulled away just as fast, eyes trailing Mike’s face to watch his reaction. His face was animated, his eyes ran over Will, a surprised smile on his face. He looked around then nodded his head up, eyes on Will’s lips, seemingly beckoning him closer. Will took his chance, leaning in and pressing their lips together. It was gentle, their lips sliding together for just a moment before they pulled away, both breathing heavily, knowing they were taking a risk in public. Mike was still meeting his gaze, the game in front of him long forgotten as he looked at him,
“Can you stay over again tonight?”
Will nodded,
“I’ll just have to call my Mom and let her know.”
Mike smiled, his voice quiet but his eyes intense,
“Today has been fun, I really like spending time with you,”
Will smiled, his heart heavy in his chest,
“Me too.”
Mike leaned in a little closer, his finger curling in the waistband of Will’s pants,
“My parents are out tonight.”
Will swallowed, eyes trailing down to Mike’s hand, looking around the room to ensure they were still alone and slid his hand into Mike’s hair, nails scratching at his scalp, not without watching Mike’s breath hitch and his pupils dilate,
“Good.”
After a few hours at the arcade, they rode back to Mike’s house. Will called his Mom and let her know where he’d be, and they went back to Mike’s room. They left the door open and were mostly appropriate, aside from some knowing glances and legs brushing as they sat on the floor, Mike reading a comic and Will sketching Mike, doing a close up drawing of his face. He focused on the shadows and Mike’s scattered freckles, as well as the curve of his lips and his dark eyes. Will loved his eyes, especially when they were looking at him. Mike was laying on his stomach, comic on the carpet in front of him his eyes trained on the drawing,
“You’re too nice.”
Will laughed,
“What?”
Mike scoffed,
“Is that really how you see me?”
Will tilted his head and looked at Mike, beautiful Mike, whose brows were furrowed with his lip between his teeth, something like disbelief covering his face,
“It’s how you are, Mike.”
Mike laid his head down on Will’s knee, turning so he was on his back, looking up at his ceiling without a word. Will sighed and brushed Mike’s hair on his forehead, hand smoothing down the side of his face. Mike breathed out through his nose and leaned his head into it, eyes shut. They sat like that for a while, knowing if anyone were to walk by, they might have some explaining to do, but it was innocent enough, so they let it slide.
A while later, Will turned to Mike as they were sitting on his bed,
“When do they leave?”
Mike smirked,
“Eager?”
Will kept his face neutral, letting his eyes trail down Mike’s frame,
“When?”
Mike was the first to blush, tucking his legs up to his chest,
“Around 6.” Will smiled, turning to check the clock- 5:24. Mike followed his gaze and then had an unreadable expression on his face,
“I’m gonna take a shower real quick, is that cool?”
Will shrugged, leaning back into the bed with one of Mike’s comics.
Will listened for it and heard as the water started running. He shifted on the bed, focusing on the comic and not on picturing Mike in the shower- warm water running down his body, his hair messy and dripping, his skin flushed from the heat. The comic, right, that is what Will was focusing on, until he finished it and he felt like he had been sitting there for a while. He looked over at the clock again- 5:52. Will crossed his legs in the bed, playing with Mike’s comforter as he heard the water shut off. Minutes later, Mike was walking in the room, wearing a baggy sweatshirt and plaid pajama pants. He looked nervous- he wasn’t quite meeting Will’s eyes and his cheeks were red.
“You okay?”
Mike stammered,
“Yeah- totally. Sorry I took a while.”
Will looked at him, voice low,
“Hope you didn’t get impatient in there.”
Mike flushed deeper, shaking his head,
“Nope.” Will couldn’t read him, couldn’t figure out what he was hiding, but he let it go, maybe Mike was just on edge.
It got to a point where they were just waiting for Mike’s parents to leave, sitting on Mike’s bed in silence, eyes meeting each other frequently.
After another ten minutes, they could hear Karen talking to Ted and then her walking down the hallway, ducking her head into Mike’s room,
“We’re headed out. We’ll be back late- leftovers are in the fridge if you want anything.”
Mike nodded and looked at Will, chewing his lip and shaking his knee anxiously. They waited until they heard the front door close, before Mike was up, closing and locking his door, turning back to Will, his arms hanging at his side awkwardly. Will stood up, walking over to where Mike was standing by his dresser, getting a rush of confidence, grabbing Mike’s hips and pushing him, hearing Mike huff as he slammed into it, the wood shifting to bump against the wall. Will crowded him, his hands tightening on his hips, leaning down to kiss him. Mike relaxed into it, one hand cradling Will’s face, deepening it. Their tongues danced for a few minutes, tasting each other’s mouths before Will pulled away from the kiss just enough so he could talk, his hand sliding down to trail along the bulge in his pants,
“What is it? I can tell you’re holding something back.”
Mike sighed, it was clear on his face that he thought he was hiding it better than that. Will smiled and gripped him through his pants, loving how easily he could work Mike up.
“I wanna try something different.”
Will looked at him curiously, eyes searching Mike’s face, the taller boy avoiding his gaze and blushing furiously, stopping his hand and sliding it to Mike’s hip again, leaning into him and pressing a kiss to Mike’s neck, looking back to meet his gaze as Mike spoke,
“I want you.”
Will smiled, hands tightening their grip,
“I want you too?”
Mike looked slightly exasperated, and Will knew he wasn’t quite understanding, but he didn’t know. Mike’s hand on his face was warm and seemed a bit shaky,
“I want you,” he repeated, this time letting his eyes trail down in emphasis.
Will froze- he felt like his brain just rewired. He understands the implication, but not how to react to it. He never expected Mike to want that, let alone for him to ask for it, from Will. Sure, he fantasized about it, especially when he learned how much Mike liked when Will took control. There were many nights that he thought of it, how he would feel around him, but he never expected it to actually happen.
“Are you sure?”
Mike nodded, his eyes a little wide,
“Uh- yes. I’ve been thinking about it for a few weeks and I definitely-” He closed his eyes like he was saying too much, “Yes I’m sure. Do you want to?”
Will nodded but his heart was racing- this was a lot at once. He never expected this, he didn’t know what to do, not really. He had experimented on himself before but he wanted to be sure Mike understood for what he was asking,
“Are you- scared it’ll hurt?”
Mike was completely red, clearly terribly embarrassed, but he forced himself to answer,
“I was- but I’ve been… practicing.”
Will’s mouth dropped open- just for a second before he gathered himself, reaching down to tug at the bottom of Mike’s sweatshirt, pulling it up, Mike raising his arms up so he could remove it, staring down at him, seeing the blush on his cheeks trailing down to his chest like Will liked. His brain was flooded with images of Mike touching himself, of him sliding his fingers inside. His brain finally caught up as his fingers untied the string on Mike’s pajama bottoms,
“In the shower… did you?” Will asked, staring up at Mike’s face as he nodded. Will groaned and slid his hands around Mike’s lower back, sliding all the way down and gripping, pulling his body flush against him, his cock hard in his pants as he rolled their hips together. Mike let out a whine, his body relaxing against him, tucking his head in the corner of Will’s neck and shoulder, shuddering and mumbling,
“Please.”
Will grabbed Mike’s hair, tugging him to bring their lips together. The kiss was filthy, Will’s tongue all over his mouth, shifting to bite Mike’s lip, his other hand on Mike’s hip and pushing him until they reached the edge of Mike’s bed.
“Lay down,” Will said softly and Mike nodded, his eyes intense as he moved back, laying against the bed, propped up on his arms, his hair starting to dry, curly and messy on his head. Will watched him, limbs sprawled out on the bed, skin flushed and pants tenting, looking up at Will desperately. Will followed after him, reaching down to grip on Mike’s pants, tugging them down until he could toss them to the floor, his knees pressing into the blanket as he crawled closer, gripping Mike’s legs and spreading them. Mike let out a nervous laugh but allowed the motion, his knees bent and legs spread in front of Will, his length curved up hard against his stomach. Mike muttered,
“In my drawer.” Will was confused but leaned over to open his drawer, realizing Mike was referring to a bottle of lube.
“Oh my God.”
Mike laughed,
“Don’t ask- I got it from a pharmacy- it was really embarrassing.” Will took a deep breath, looking down to see Mike smiling at him and it forced him to remember that this was just them. It didn’t have to be scary. He could just focus on how turned on he was, and the way Mike was looking at him.
He slicked up his fingers shakily, turning to him. The first finger slid inside slowly and he watched Mike’s face- it scrunched up a little and then relaxed, his eyes all over Will as he moved it in and out. After a few minutes, Will asked,
“Another?” and Mike nodded, this time his lip between his teeth and his hips slightly lifting off the bed. He was a bit uncomfortable, so Will muttered,
“Relax,” and curled his fingers. It was instant, Mike gasped and reached out to grip onto Will’s other hand that was rested on the bed.
“Fuck-” Mike cursed and Will did it again, feeling that pillowy flesh against the curve of his fingers. Mike was hard again, and Will was tempted to touch but he resisted, he wanted him to be sensitive. Will pumped his fingers in and out, curving them every couple strokes. Mike was whining, his nails digging into Will’s other arm,
“More, Will- another.”
Mike sounded desperate, and Will focused on him around his fingers- he was loosening up a bit. He slid a third finger past the rim, as slow as he could. Mike was breathing hard, hips twitching as he worked to adjust. Will slid his fingers in and out a few times and Mike whined, his length twitching against his stomach. It was the hottest thing Will had seen, up until Mike moaned at the curve of Will’s fingers again, chest rising and lips letting out a breathless,
“Fuck me.”
Will nodded dumbly, eyes remaining fixated as he pulled back to strip off his shirt and pants, tugging down his boxers and tossing them. His hand was already coated, so he slicked himself up with it, kneeling onto the bed and scooting closer, watching Mike’s legs parting wider, sitting up and watching as Will reached him. Will placed one hand on Mike’s hip, the other guiding himself to Mike’s rim. He met Mike’s eyes and it was intense, his gaze dark and ravenous as Will slid the tip inside, Mike’s mouth parted and his brows furrowed, muttering,
“Will- please”
Will stared back, sliding inch by inch until he was all the way inside, Mike threw his head back, his mouth open as he breathed deeply. Will’s cock throbbed as pressure surrounded him. He waited a few moments, watching and waiting for the pain to slip from Mike’s face. It did eventually, and Will is met with the word,
“Please,” to which he slid out halfway before sliding inside again. They both moaned, Mike’s hands on Will’s back, pulling him closer,
“Need you- come on.”
Will’s face was warm and he breathed in, looking down at Mike’s long torso stretched out on the bed, his hair messy on the blanket, thighs spread and trembling, and he was able to focus, tightening his hands on Mike’s hips, pulling him closer, sliding inside, hips starting to snap forward. Mike’s body jerked with each movement, and on a particularly deep thrust, Mike gasped and his nails dug into Will’s back, and letting out a,
“Will-” and Will focused on hitting that spot over and over, Mike a complete mess beneath him, cursing under his breath and whimpering. Will was close- Mike was wrapped around him like a vice, clenching around him between thrusts, the noises below him surrounding his ears and seeming to echo in the small room. Will continued to fuck into him, hands sliding up and down from Mike’s waist to squeezing his hips again,
“Is it good?”
Mike nodded,
“So good-” And Will must be hitting that sweet spot because Mike’s mouth dropped open and he muttered,
“Fuck.” Letting out a shaky breath, he looked down at Will’s hips thrusting forward.
Will watched Mike’s length between them, tip pink and leaking on his stomach as Will thrusted forward. Mike caught his gaze and shook his head,
“Just wanna feel you.”
Will was close, the pressure was building up and his thrusts were getting shaky, but he was hitting that spot and Mike was gasping and looking up at him, one leg hooking around to pull him closer, one hand pulling him in nails first. The tension was heavy between them. They had never been this intimate before, there was always some type of barrier between them, but now everything was on display and they couldn’t be closer, Will’s hips snapped a little harder and a little faster as he got close, speaking lowly,
“So good for me, Mike, so good,” and Mike moaned, his nails digging in and leg clenching as he moaned, spasming around him and cumming untouched, his length twitching and shooting between them, his hole clenching tight around Will, his hips rolling slightly to work himself through it. Will groaned and was sent over the edge, rolling his hips again until stalling, a low,
“Mike,” spilling from his lips as he came, filling him up, hips twitching and feeling some of it spill around him onto the bed. Mike gasped as it happened, eyes all over him like he was committing it to memory, sliding his hands up to grip Will’s face, pulling him down until he was laying against him, bringing his lips to Will’s, sliding them together softly until they had to catch their breaths.
Will shifted back, slowly pulling out and running his hands up and down from Mike’s torso to his chest and back down,
“Feel okay?”
Mike nodded, a little smile on his face,
“I really liked that,”
I love you, Will thought to himself, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared down at him,
“Me too,” He breathed out,
“We should shower.”
Mike nodded, looking up at him sweetly,
“Come with me?”
Will nodded, standing up and holding out his hand. Mike scooted forward and stood, taking his hand. They rushed to the bathroom, letting out little laughs, feeling exposed moving through the hallway. Once they got in the bathroom, Mike turned on the water and turned back to Will while they waited for it to warm up. The room felt small, the light a little too bright. Mike bit his lip and looked at Will, leaning in to kiss him, hand heavy on his shoulder and tongue sliding inside his mouth. Will just breathed out, his limbs heavy and his heart solid in his chest, following Mike into the shower. He turned to face the water, his head back out of the stream. Will faced Mike’s back, freckles scattered across the skin, his shoulder bones curving as scrubbed his torso with body wash. Will grabbed Mike’s arm, pulling until he turned around, water hitting the back of his head, backing up until the stream of water was between them, warm water pouring along Will’s shoulder and side. Will let himself stare, eyes trailing down Mike’s body, sliding his hand down Mike’s side, his other hand mirroring the movement, hands landing on Mike’s hips. When he looked at them, he could see nail marks into the skin. He ran his fingers along them and Mike hissed, a soft smile on his face.
“Sorry,” Will muttered, unable to hide his affection.
Mike shook his head, pressing a kiss to Will’s forehead, his hand wrapping around his neck, tilting his head up, muttering against his lips,
“Don’t be,” kissing Will again, slow and open, pulling back to kiss Will’s neck, tongue sliding out along the skin. He hummed against Will’s neck and stepped forward slightly as he continued. Will looked down to see Mike’s length hard and curved against his stomach. He met his eyes again and Mike looked hungry, eyes pleading and cheeks red.
Will moved quickly, grabbing Mike’s arms and turning him, pushing him up against the shower wall, gasping in surprise, his shoulders curved and his back arching out,
“Will?”
Will gripped Mike’s hips and slid his hand around to wrap around him. Mike whined, hips rolling back and forth, like he didn’t know what contact to chase. Will leaned in by Mike’s shoulder,
“Gonna clean you up. Is that okay?” Mike nodded and Will pushed,
“Tell me.”
Mike hummed, his hips twitching up into Will’s hand,
“Yes- please.”
Will spread Mike open with his free hand, staring at the pink flesh, hand trailing between Mike’s cheeks, just a touch, the stream of water running down his back. Will got water into his hand and splashed some over his entrance, reaching forward and slipping two wet fingers inside, feeling the cum wet around his fingers. Mike moaned, high and needy, clearly oversensitive, but he chased the contact nevertheless, curving his hips out farther, allowing Will’s fingers to slide deeper inside. Will’s fingers curved and easily reached Mike’s prostate again, sending Mike to groan roughly, his hand flat against the shower wall, fingers curving, trying to grasp onto something that wasn’t there, dragging along the tile as Will curved his fingers again, using the water to clean him up while he thrusted inside, his other hand wrapped around Mike’s cock, speaking softly, knowing it always worked him up more,
“You gonna cum from my fingers, Mike?”
Mike moaned, leaning forward against the wall, pushing his face to it and rolling his hips forward and back, clenching around Will’s fingers and twitching in his hand,
“God, yes,” he let out a few more curses before he stilled completely, spasming and cumming against the tile, chuckling giddily and leaning back to turn toward Will again, a sleepy smile on his face as he leaned closer.
Will was hard again and welcomed Mike’s kiss, wanting him closer. Will watched Mike looking down at his erection, his long fingers immediately wrapping around it, stepping out of the stream and dropping to his knees without a word. Mike enveloped him with his lips, tongue sliding up and twirling around the head, sucking it against his tongue, Will crumpled a bit, hand resting on the side of Mike’s head, just to ground himself, taking deep breaths as Mike hummed around him, pulling up just to bob his head up and down, letting Will slide into the back of his throat. It didn’t last long. In moments, Will was letting out a gasp and reaching his release, spilling into Mike’s mouth.
Will had his eyes closed for a moment, catching his breath before feeling hands trailing over him, Mike with soap in his hands, his eyes wide and lips parted as he washed Will, sliding his hands up to Will’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss.
After a while, they finished their shower, toweling off and dressing in pajamas again. It was getting late, so they headed downstairs to eat. Thankfully, there was leftover chinese food in the fridge. They ate in comfortable silence, sitting in the living room and watching TV. Will was laughing at something on the TV and turned to look at Mike, ready to share the moment, but he was already staring at Will, his expression serious in a way that made Will’s stomach drop. His eyes moved across Will’s face like he was searching for something, his breathing a little too fast, his focus so intense it made Will’s chest tighten.
This is it, Will thought, panic blooming fast and sharp. This is where it ends. He couldn’t bear the thought that they could get so close and so involved, only for him to lose it and have them go back to just being friends. But it would never be the same, not really. He had seen Mike at his most intimate- there’s no way he could just pretend he hadn’t- that they were just friends. He spent too long in that place, he didn’t want to go back. He knew that whatever Mike wanted, is what he would do, there was no way he could resist it, and it hurt, that feeling gnawing at him again.
He couldn’t prolong it forever. He had to let it happen. He felt his chest ache and he kept his voice quiet,
“What’s wrong?”
Mike shook his head, his eyes heavy and conflicted.
“Nothing, I-”
Will took a shaky breath, trying to prepare himself for the worst,
“You can tell me, Mike. It’s okay.”
Mike closed his eyes and breathed out, leaning a little closer on the couch, sliding his hand into Will’s,
“I feel like things are changing,” his voice was wavering, but he continued,
“Will…” He looked at him again, clearly struggling to get it out.
Will tightened his hand a bit,
“What?”
Mike’s lips were turned into a soft smile,
“I don’t want to just be friends with you.”
Will’s heart beat picked up in his chest, his eyes searching Mike’s face for more, but all he could see was that damn smile and nervous eyes staring into him,
“What?” Will repeats, because it was all he could get out.
Mike sighed,
“I want- more. With you. I want to be more than friends.”
Will smiled, and the past weeks came rushing back to him, the memories of every late night kiss playing through his head, the shadow of Mike’s fingertips dragging over him in his mind,
“I feel like we’ve been more than friends for a while.”
Mike chuckled, tilting his head in thought,
“Yeah, but now I’m saying it- out loud.”
Will looked back at him, watching as Mike stared into him, open and soft, like he was letting him in even more, like there wasn’t any kind of barrier between them anymore.
It may not be love yet for Mike, but Will can wait. He’s waited so long for this and now he has it- he can wait a little longer for love. He still feels traces of it. He feels it when Mike looks at him intently, like it’s reserved for him. He feels it with Mike’s hands- whether they're intertwined with his or dragging along his body. He feels it when Mike kisses him and when he pulls him close.
He feels it now, when Mike lays down with his head in Will’s lap, curling his body to relax against the couch as Will’s fingers slide along his scalp, reaching to cradle his cheek. I love you.