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Mike never really worked out.
He was too tall, too lanky for all that. It just wasn't his thing.
But he did have muscle, he used to cycle an effective amount as a child, and, although he was pretty sure Will only knew about this, he used to do karate.
Mike hated going to karate. It wasn't necessarily because he was bad at it, he was actually pretty good at it, he just hated everyone there.
They were all so picky, judgemental. Mike hated it. He felt eyes on him at all times: coaches, children, everyone.
He struggled to focus on actually doing karate at the worry someone was watching his every move and that if he mucked up, everyone would point and laugh.
It wasn't much different at school.
He never really expected much of his friends to enjoy sports either – well, he wasn't necessarily surprised when Lucas joined basketball.
But he was surprised when he arrived in California, expecting a short, skinny boy waiting for him at the airport.
Boy was he wrong.
Will was much taller, very tanned as well, and the most surprising part was how much muscle he gained. Mike remembered Will as a small boy, thin and drowning in his big brothers hand-me-downs.
But Mike wasn't necessarily complaining.
Yes, it was a big change, but it was a change fitting for Will, not to mention how at the right time, right movement, his muscles could flex so perfectly it made Mike's mind spin.
So yeah, Mike certainly wasn't complaining.
Two years had passed since Mike had visited the Byers in California, the results of his visits was good, but bad.
Fights had erupted between Mike and Will, ever since there had been something strange between them, but of course that didn't stop them from becoming attached to the hip.
The Byers had agreed to move back into Hawkins, and they had finally brought an end to the Upside-Down.
Currently, it was winter, and Hawkins took it harshly – freezing temperatures and snow everywhere.
Mike didn't mind it, he enjoyed the blistering cold feeling in his hands, something about it was addictive.
He also liked the white, the empty streets because everyone was inside.
Will was the opposite of winter, Will was soft, warm; he was yellow, loved by everyone because who couldn't enjoy something so fun. Will was summer.
Mike smiled softly as he glided his hand across a bush covered in snow. He was undeniably freezing, he always underdressed in the weather's like these, but Mike couldn't find it in himself to care.
Hopefully Will was home, he had been meaning to hang out with the boy, it had been a while since they were alone.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he looked around, humming a song in his head. It was empty, as usual. There were gaps on the roads where few cars had driven, leaving an icy sludge around each gap.
Everything was white and frosty, the crunch in each step of the snowy pavement sounding oddly therapeutic.
A robin had flew past him a couple times, it seemed to have been following him, it's chirps being heard in each corner.
Mike knocked on the door of the Byers household, smiling fondly at the small, worn out wreath hanging on it. It was so typical of the Byers family – always cherishing the old.
The door opened, and- well, Mike felt like he was about to have a heart attack.
Will was looking at him, he was sweating, and his white vest stuck to him easily which showed everything Mike needed to faint.
"Mike?" Will was panting, looking down at him with a confused look.
"I-I um, wanted to hang out." Mike replied, his eyes falling back down to Will's heaving chest, his sweat covered arms, his very visible abs – Mike felt quite breathless.
"Oh, yeah, okay, come in, let me just finish my workout and then I'll... yeah." Will gestured him in, closing the door and going back to the living room where he had a mat and a few weights set out.
Mike took off his coat and shoes, unsure where to go, he decided on sitting down on a stool in the kitchen, leaning his elbows against the island just when he realised he had perfect view of Will.
His eyes were glued to the boy, each flex of his muscles, each rise and fall of his chest from his heavy breaths.
He forced himself to look away, afraid that someone would come out of nowhere and point out his very obvious staring problem.
It felt like hours yet seconds when Will finally stopped, making Mike jerk his head around, pretending he wasn't just watching Will seconds ago.
"God, its roasting," he heard Will mumble before he took off his drenched vest.
Mike panicked, wondering how he's going to survive this.
"Want a drink?" Will asked, looking at him expectantly.
Mike opened his mouth to reply, but his throat felt like a desert. He swallowed again, "I'll just have some water, thanks," he croaked out, unable to look away at Will's abs, Will's arms, Will's chest, Will's back, Will, Will, Will.
It was exhilarating yet unbearable.
Will leaned into the fridge, but then he seemed to be bending down further and further, and Mike just couldn't look away. What are you doing to me!?
He could've sworn Will smirked.
Will turned around, "I don't think we have any water," Will spoke softly.
Mike swallowed hard enough to heart, his palms feeling awfully sweaty, "T-that's fine I'm sure there's something else."
"Yeah, let me check the cupboard," Mike watched, entranced by the boy's slow, calm movements.
Will opened the door, and leaned down slowly, searching the cupboard in steady, slow movements.
Mike's eyes were again like magnets to Will's body, red spread across his cheeks at all the thoughts going through his head about the boy in front of him, trying his hardest to ignore them all. Because Will's a boy, and Mike's a boy. They can't do that.
The brunette stood up straight again, before turning to face Mike, "I don't think we have anything in there either," he shrugged, moving closer, walking around the counter that was separating him until he was standing over Mike.
"'S a shame," Will whispered. Mike felt helpless, looking up at Will with wide eyes.
"Y-yeah" Mike breathed, unable to control himself as his eyes travelled to Will's lips, then his chest, then his abs... then the grey sweatpants. Why. Why the grey sweatpants!?
Will hummed thoughtfully, making Mike's eyes dart back up again, the brunette was smirking slightly as he leaned closer, and closer, until their noses were almost touching.
Mike's eyes automatically moved down, staring at Will's soft, pink lips.
He forced himself to look up, finding Will's gaze, the brunette was looking at him with half-lidded eyes and a burning desire in his eyes.
A hand fell on Mike's lap, moving carefully up his legs, coming daringly close to the obvious bulge in Mike's jeans, then going back down.
Each movement burned in his skin, and Mike was growing more and more of a mess under Will's gaze.
Will leaned closer, his lips a breath away, Mike's heart leapt, waiting for a heart attack that was meant to have happened as soon as Will had opened the door.
Mike tensed up, even more so when Will's hand paused at Mike's bulge again, but it stayed there much longer. Mike couldn't take it anymore, he wanted more, needed more.
"P-please Will- I can't- I-I need... " Mike stammered out, practically begging under Will's gaze.
Will smiled, "since you said please" he whispered, finally pressing their lips together.
Their kisses started slow and steady, before turning into sloppy and heated, and Mike almost moaned, Will's lips were so soft, but it still wasn't enough.
He opened his mouth, signalling that he wanted more, yet either Will could not understand or he chose not to. Stop teasing me, Will!
Being impatient, he instead dove his tongue into Will's mouth, his hands grabbing onto Will's sweaty, bare shoulders.
Thankfully, Will let him, or he thought he did, Will put much more pressure onto Mike's erection, making the boy whine loudly, his tongue escaping Will's mouth.
Will then pushed his tongue into Mike's mouth, his free hand gripping onto Mike's waist.
It felt amazing, being kissed by Will; being touched by Will. Oh, Will...
Mike loved it, but it still hadn't satisfied him enough. Did he have to beg for more?
Mike grinded up, so Will's unmoving hand was pressing down on Mike's aching dick. He moaned softly, kissing Will deeply before being overthrown by disappointment: Will's hand was gone.
A whimper was rising in Mike's throat, Will was still kissing him, but only one of Will's hands were on Mike, and that was on his waist. Will can't do that, can't tease Mike like that, feel him like that and just stop.
Mike kept on kissing him deeply, making sure to taste every flavour in Will's mouth, Mike's hands were moving now, feeling Will's biceps, abs, chest, back.
One of his hands travelled down Will's arm, tugging at his wrist until it was hovering over Mike's hard dick.
But Will disagreed, his arm jerking away and disappearing again. Mike finally understood: Will was in control here. But he still couldn't help the whine that erupted in his throat.
His hands glided up to Will's shoulders again, then up his neck and then the back of his head, tugging at the soft, slightly wet strands.
Will groaned in response, and Mike grinned through the kisses, understanding Will's weak spot.
Two firm hands were on his thighs, before gliding down to the underside of his knees, eliciting a soft sigh from Mike. Then, he let out a yelp, and suddenly he wasn't sitting on the chair anymore.
They didn't stop kissing as Will carried him to his bedroom, locking the door and pinning Mike against it.
His hands tugged on Will's hair again, earning another deep moan from the brunette.
Mike loved the taste of Will's mouth, it tasted like something sweet, Will had always been a sweet tooth, and something else. Ask him later and then he might give you an answer, his mind was to cloudy to decide what it was.
His dick was aching badly, but it was if Will had read his mind, and he touched it, hesitantly hovering over the zipper as if to ask 'may I?'. Mike unzipped his jeans before moving his hands to his jumper, breaking the kiss for a second as he slipped it over his head, before Will shoved his tongue back in Mike's mouth immediately.
Mike moaned loudly when Will's hand touched his dick again, he melted at his touch, slightly falling down the door at the relief.
Will hummed at Mike's reaction, his hands moving up to Mike's waist, much to his dismay.
Will moved him off the wall, guiding him to the bed where he broke the kiss and knelt down to drag out a box under his bed, pulling out a bottle of lube.
The brunette stood up straight again, looking down at the boy below him. Mike was staring up at him: doe eyes and blown pupils, looking like an absolute snack. Not to mention his flushed cheeks and red, swollen lips.
Will smiled softly, placing the lube on the table and going to pull Mike's jeans off. But before doing it fully, he looked up at Mike, making sure this was what he wanted – if he was okay going this far.
Mike nodded, watching him with patient eyes. Will peeled the jeans off, and he looked up again.
Mike was only wearing boxers, each freckle on his pale skin visible by the light from the bright moon.
Had that much time passed?
"Will," Mike whispered, wanting the boy over him, touching him again.
The brunette understood, standing up and gently pushing Mike until his head was surrounded by soft pillows.
Will's sat over him, admiring the boy below him. Mike's jet black curls were splayed across the pillows perfectly, his coffee eyes glinting in the moonlight, the light shining on his face perfectly.
He looked like a piece of art: his pink, plump lips beckoning Will's attention and his freckles looking like stars against his pale skin.
If you had asked Will to describe the boy below him in one word, he would say angelic.
Mike was looking up at him patiently, watching each movement of Will's face. Will was handsome, someone he could stare at for days on end.
"Will," he whispered another plea, drawing Will out of his thoughts.
"Sorry, sweetheart." Will said it so sweetly it made Mike's heart jump.
Will leaned down to kiss him again, his fingers hooked on the elastic band of Mike's boxers, "can I?" He whispered to Mike, a small smile on his face and a relaxed look in his eyes.
Mike nodded, drowning in Will's gaze. "Words sweetheart," the nickname rolled from his tongue so beautifully, like it was a song Mike wanted to play on repeat.
"Y-yes please." He breathed, looking away as he felt embarrassment overcome him.
Will slipped of his boxers, the cold air hitting his dick unpleasantly.
The brunette leaned over to the desk to pick up the lube, pouring some in his hands before looking back down at Mike, "It might hurt for a bit, if you want me to stop tell me or tap me, okay?" He said soothingly.
"O-okay."
He wasn't lying, it did sting, but he focused on the better outcome.
Another finger was added, and pain had begun changing into pleasure.
"Doing so good, sweetheart" Will muttered, quickly adding a third and pumping a few more times before slipping them out entirely.
Mike whined at the loss. His dick aching, and the feeling of Will's hands not on him was unbearable.
It felt like ages until Will finally inserted his dick into Mike, again, it did sting, but only for a few seconds.
Will didn't start until Mike adjusted fully, starting slowly when Mike gave him the green light.
The feeling of Will inside him became addictive all too quickly, a low, stirring feeling in his stomach pulling more and more.
Will had sped up, but it was still too slow for Mike's pleasure, a small moan escaping his lips, he spoke again: "M-more," he whimpered, gripping on to the bedsheets.
"What was that?" Will said, and Mike whined.
"More." Mike repeated a little louder.
Will smirked a little, "Say that again?"
Mike was growing impatient. Was he really gonna start teasing again?
"More, please," he said.
But Will didn't do anything. "Come on, say it like you mean it."
Will was moving so slow it ached.
"Please! I want more!" He almost screamed.
Will finally listened, the pace speeding up, making Mike sighed with relief.
Mike's head was deep into the pillows, his back ever so slightly arching when Will had hit a soft spot that made Mike wail.
"More!" Mike cried, unable to hold back the loud moan that escaped his throat.
"Are you sure?" Will asked.
"Please, Will. I-I want more." Did Mike have to go on his knees and beg him?
Will went even faster, fast enough to bruise. Mike whined, his eyebrows screwing together as he spluttered out more and more sinful noises.
His eyes were screwed shut as his back arched even more, feeling two calloused, warm hands on his waist, then he felt Will's mouth on his neck, kissing him, biting him.
"God Will." he moaned as spasms of pleasure coursed across his body; a small knot growing bigger and tighter in his belly, his loins burning with heat.
It was all so much. Will's hands trailing his waist, traveling across his arched back. Will's mouth painting bites across his neck, Will completely rearranging his insides. Will. Will. Will~.
Mike released his grip on the now-crumpled bed sheets and moved his pale, slender hands to Will's hair. It was soft, even when drenched in sweat. Mike gave it a small tug, and hummed happily when hearing the breathy moan that came from the other boy, vibrating pleasurably against his own neck.
Will lifted his head and looked down at Mike, his pupils were blown and his cheeks were cherry red, along with his no-longer swollen lips.
Leaning in, they kissed, no tongue, just a sweet kiss, and Mike let out another noise. Will hadn't expected Mike to be this noisy.
Their kiss broke and Mike closed his eyes, chasing the increasing pleasure, letting the knot grow tighter and tighter.
"Will i'm gonna come-" he panted.
Mike moaned loud enough for the whole of Hawkins to hear. His back arching impossibly more and his eyes rolling back.
Will hadn't even came yet, still pounding into Mike and rearranging his insides.
He looked down to Mike: those coffee eyes barely able to stay open, those plump, pink lips parted slightly, jet-black hair sticking to his head – he looked so fucked-out that that image was the source of Will's peak.
"Fuuuuck," Will groaned, his head falling on Mike's chest as he panted heavily, sweating as if he had just completed an intense workout.
Will looked up again, leaning forward to give Mike a long, sweet kiss, "You did so good, sweetheart" Will cooed, pushing hair away from Mike's forehead.
Mike hummed sleepily, smiling lazily back up at him, just barely having the energy to be able to return the kiss.
Will kneeled over and grabbed a shirt, cleaning himself and Mike up before standing, giving Mike a kiss on the forehead and leaving the bedroom.
~
Mike watched the door tiredly, waiting for Will to come back.
He was smiling softly, thinking of how this was one of the best nights of his life: Will, being so close to him.
The door opened and Will stepped into the room, holding a cold, bottle of water.
"I thought you didn't have any water." Mike said.
Will looked down at him, smirking slightly, "It just popped out of nowhere,"he whispered, shrugging in feign innocence, screwing the bottle shut and climbing into bed with Mike.
"Love you." Mike muttered, curling up beside Will.
"I love you too." Will replied softly.