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And there Will was, by the staircase, Chance at his neck, kissing him.
Mike flinched.
Blood rushed to his face. He could feel it, the heat burning in him, so he took another swig at his beer, as if that would help. Gulp. He didn’t know where to look. Heck, didn’t know what to do. Will’s eyes were closed now, his head backed up against the wall, neck craned in such an angle that gave full exposure for this…animal to take, to keep taking, to keep kissing him, to leave his mark.
Mike stepped further into the crowd. He was blind to the bodies around him, mindlessly walking forward, a feeling of frustration foreign to him beginning to take shape.
And then Will’s eyes were on Mike.
ky ✧ @belovingIy: stacey’s party but will is letting some guy kiss his neck while he maintains eye contact with mike from ten feet away and mike doesn’t know what to do nor where to look and just keeps fumbling with his drink
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09 Jan 2026
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Mike doesn’t answer. He just smirks.
And then suddenly, Will is falling backward onto the bed. A quick movement, barely any warning. The next thing he knows, he’s sitting on Mike’s lap. His hands immediately grab onto Mike’s shoulders to steady himself.
“What the hell,” he breathes.
“Hi,” Mike says, grinning.
He leans in for a kiss, but Will presses a hand to his face, stopping him.
“We have only forty minutes left, Michael,” Will says, doing his best to keep his voice annoyed.
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07 Jan 2026