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After walking from his first class, Creative Writing 301, to his second class on the opposite end of campus, LIT 304, only to find out it had been canceled, Mike was a sweaty, moody mess. He made the familiar trek back to his apartment, instantly feeling better at the thought of seeing Will. Will had come out back at the beginning of their junior year of highschool. Mike had been in love with him since at least 3rd grade. Knowing Will was gay too filled him with dangerous, lethal hope. He tried to drop subtle hints without explicitly coming out, hoping if he flirted enough Will would signal he liked him, or flirt back. If he knew Will was into him too then he would come out immediately. He just didn't want to make things weird, two gay men sharing an apartment while one is in unreciprocated love with the other? Sounds like a recipe for disaster. Mike let his thoughts carry him home, smiling softly at their ironic "Home Sweet Home" welcome mat. Ironic although this apartment with Will felt more like home to him than the house he lived in for 18 years ever did. He fished for his key in his pocket, and unlocked the door with only minor difficulty. He was so excited to see Will, he kind of felt like a puppy seeing his owner after a few hours apart.
The door closed quietly behind him, and he scanned his eyes for Will. Not in the kitchen. He began walking towards the living room when he heard it. Flesh on flesh. Will was having sex. Despite how weird it was, Mike needed to see this. He deserved a peek, after all he's been through, right? He snuck into the kitchen, using the cabinets as a barricade should he need to hide. As soon as he saw Will, he physically felt the blood rush south. Will's gorgeous hair was damp with sweat from exertion, his unbelievable body sheening as if he'd been covered in oil. The muscles in his stomach and pelvis flexed as he thrusted into the boy beneath him. Mike resisted the urge to palm himself through his jeans. Despite Will being out for awhile, he and Mike never talked about the semantics. Mike had always wondered how Will liked it. He would do anything for him, but knowing that Will liked to dominate made Mike's entire body scream with want. Because Mike wanted Will to fuck him, bad. He watched as Will pulled his, holy shit, how is his dick so long? Mike tried to burn the image into his memory, absolutely captivated by the gleaming boy in front of him. Will pulled his dick out of the boy below him, who Mike hadn't paid much mind to, but now that he glances, the boy looks a bit like him from the back. Pale and lanky, with black curly hair. Must just be a coincidence, with a body like that, Will must have guys lining the streets begging for him to fuck them.
The boy underneath him whined. Will grinned, making Mike's heart skip a beat. "Say please," he requested, teasing the tip of his cock against the other boy's entrance. "P-Please Will, please," the boy below him was nearly incoherent. Fuck. Will must be good. Mike hadn't had sex with anybody yet, foolishly holding out hope for Will. This seemed to be the right answer, as Will mercilessly pounded into the boy that resembled Mike. Mike resisted a whine, and felt an overwhelming urge to masturbate, the urge stronger than he'd ever felt before, and again, he lives with the boy he's in love with. He finally attempted to move past the living room quietly, so he could make it to his room and fuck himself to the thought of Will. This material would last him a lifetime. They seemed distracted so as long as Mike could tip-toe the few feet- Will let out a groan, causing Mike's mind to stop, and causing him to crash into the kitchen table, failing his mission before even leaving the home base. Mike winced as Will whipped his head towards him, and then dropped his mouth open in shock.
"Holy shit." Will pulled his dick out and Mike felt his eyes widen at the length once again. He needed to feel it inside of him. Needed it so bad he didn't know if he could make it to his room without touching himself. "Mike? What the hell are you doing here?"
Mike tore his gaze from Will's gorgeous form, meeting his emerald eyes, wide in panic. "Oh, uh... LIT class got canceled. Sorry, I should've texted... I didn't know-" Mike gestured to their predicament and then shut his mouth. "I'm just gonna go to my room and put my headphones on. Continue, seriously," Mike tried to sound convincing but all that was on his mind was Will's perfect, perfect dick. He wanted to put it in his mouth so badly it watered. After one last slow savoring of Will's naked glory, Mike practically ran to his room. Shutting and locking the door, and throwing his pants off, embarrassed to see how much precum he'd produced without even acknowledging his erection. He grabbed the lube from his bedside table and gave himself a few pumps, whimpering at the contact, he was so fucking horny. Before reaching around to finger himself, he noticed he hadn't turned his obnoxiously loud fan on, the way he usually did when he masturbated to cover up the noise. But Will was obviously preoccupied, there's no way they could hear Mike all the way at the other end of the hallway, not over all that whimpering. Mike was way too horny to go turn the fan on.
Mike lubed up his fingers, and ran them around his entrance, picturing Will's length teasing him instead. He let out a premature whimper. And then he remembered how Will liked boys to say please. He tried it out, whimpering, "Please, please Will," before pushing two fingers in. He'd done this recently enough to be met with less resistance than usual. He practically whined at the feeling of being full, thrusting in and out and picturing Will's cock pumping into him instead. "Will, Will, please fuck me, please. Just like that, fuck Will," Mike was so horny, he couldn't bother to censor himself. That was the best thing he'd ever seen. It's not like there was gay porn floating around, and even if there were, it could never compare to watching Will, the love of his life, fuck someone. He wishes it was him so badly he could cry. He hooked his fingers, looking for that special spot, and when he found it, he whimpered again, "Please Will, fuck, don't stop Will please. Please," Mike really liked saying please. Never to anyone else, but he could whimper please to Will for the rest of his life with no complaints.
What Mike didn't know, was that Will had thrown on a pair of basketball shorts and trailed after him to clear the air after that mortifying experience. He noticed the door was locked, and was about to knock until he heard the familiar squelch of lube and flesh. Was Mike masturbating and thinking of him? The thought went straight to Will's dick, despite it's obvious falseness. But then he heard a distinct whimper, "Please, please Will," and had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Because it really seemed like Mike was masturbating, picturing Will, after watching him fuck another guy (that looked embarrassingly like Mike) in their living room. He couldn't tear himself away from the door, instead pressing his ear up against it. Was he jerking off, or... maybe fingering himself? No, Mike wasn't gay. Will just really, really wanted him to be. "Will, Will, please fuck me, please. Just like that, fuck Will," Will had to physically restrain himself from cumming, without even touching himself. It was the hottest thing he'd ever heard in his life, Mike begging for him. And the implications, Will please fuck me? He must have been fingering himself. Will needed to fuck Mike, immediately. He listened as Mike kept moaning his name, clearly, so there was no mistaking it. He heard his fingers thrusting into him and pictured it, resisting the urge to just finish himself off outside Mike's door, Luke in the back be damned.
Mike hammered his fingers into himself, picturing Will going at that unbearable pace, absolutely wailing now. "Will, oh my- oh my fucking god- Will, that feels- hah- that feels so good, I'm gonna cum. Will, I'm gonna cum, hah ah, fuck, Wiiilll." Mike collapsed onto his bed, just nearly avoiding landing in his own cum. Impressed with himself for cumming without even touching his own length. On the other side of the door, Will felt the horniest he thinks he's ever been in his life. He returned to Luke, the Mike look alike, and fucked his brains out, till they both came harshly. As soon as Luke left, which was way sooner than usual at Will's claim of homework and a test tomorrow, Will practically ran to Mike's room. He knocked on the door.
"Uh, one second!" Shit, there was cum all over Mike's bed, and lube on his fingers. And he had to have that just-came look. He ran his fingers through his hair and pulled his clothes back on quickly, cursing as he stubbed his toe. He barely opened the door, stepping into the hallway and closing it behind him, to hide the evidence of what he'd just done. "Hey, Will, what's up?" He tried to feign casualness, but bullshit never worked on Will, who just raised an eyebrow, sexy as ever.
"Sorry you had to see that," Will tried, mainly to see Mike's reaction. It didn't disappoint, his face flushed red, and his eyes widened in what Will hoped was desire.
"Oh, it's, it's really okay Will," Mike reassured, still bright red in the face.
"Did you like it?" Will asked, making Mike cough violently.
"Um, what?" He wheezed between coughs.
"Did you like what you saw?' Will asked, raising an eyebrow again. When Mike didn't answer, he continued. "I followed after you, to make sure everything was okay with us, and I heard you. You were up to no good, weren't you?" Will questioned with a smirk that would be burned in Mike's memory till his deathbed.
"Shit. Uhh... yeah. Sorry, is that weird?" Mike asked, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact.
Will grabbed his chin, pulling his eyes back towards him. "Mike, you know you can tell me anything, right? Are you...? Are you into guys too?"
"Wh-what makes you t-think that?" Mike's brain was going off with alarm bells and sirens.
"Oh, I don't know. The way you were staring at me naked for way longer than necessary, and then the way you ran to your room to masturbate. And correct me if I'm wrong, really, but I think I overheard my name. And a few pleases," Will added with a smile, making Mike feel dizzy.
"Uh... yeah... good.. good points. S-sorry," Mike looked at his feet sheepishly.
"For what?" Will questioned, genuinely confused.
"For... you know... thinking about you... like that," Mike still wouldn't look up, and he was mumbling, but Will could decode Mike in his sleep.
"That's nothing to be sorry for. Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Will questioned.
"I don't know. I didn't want to make you feel pressured, like just because we live together and I'm gay too you have to fuck me," Mike's self-consciousness was quite endearing to Will, who just wanted to fuck him and tell him over and over how beautiful he is.
"You know, I've got plenty of options, Mike. You being gay wouldn't automatically mean I was going to fuck you," Will teased, but Mike looked caught.
"Yeah, I.. I know that obviously. I just thought, you're the nicest person I know, and I know you'd do anything to make me happy, but I don't want that to be why-" Mike's brain finally caught up to what his mouth said. Will grinned at him again.
"Mike?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you want me to fuck you?" Will asked calmly, staring straight into his eyes.
Mike nodded his head up and down eagerly, like a little kid being asked if he wanted to stop for ice cream on the way back. Will chuckled a little. "Yes, please. Please fuck me." Mike repeated, making WIll's cheeks flush. "But, wait, are you just asking that because you'll do it if I ask you to, or do you want to?" Mike wondered with a frown.
Will walked closer, and whispered in his ear, "Mike, I've wanted to fuck you since I hit puberty. Sometimes it's all I can think about. Sometimes even when I'm fucking other people," Will admitted in a rough whisper.
Mike felt himself harden again, but grinned confidently, "That guy did look awfully familiar."
Will slapped him playfully, "He does look like you from the back. I almost moaned your name once instead of his," he admitted, grinning widely.
Mike blushed even harder, which neither of them had thought possible.
"So when do you want it?" Will asked coyly, expecting Mike to pick some time this week.
"Would you...would you be able to go again right now?" Mike failed to keep the desperation out of his voice.
"I'm always ready for you," Will replied in a whisper, pulling Mike in with a firm grip on his waist. Mike's mouth fell open with a gasp.
Will moved one hand from his waist to cup his cheek, hand resting on the soft skin behind his ear. Mike couldn't believe this was going to be their first kiss, and his first time! 13 year old Mike must be having an aneurism right now. As Will coaxed him closer, leaning in, Mike pushed forward to meet him, unable to wait any longer. They kissed hungrily, all the years of waiting and repressing and starving for it coming out in a heated fervor. When Will slipped his tongue into Mike's mouth a whine escaped him without him meaning it to. Will slipped his hand into his hair and tugged hard, causing Mike to break away and release a full-on groan.
"Fuck," Will whispered, before pushing Mike against his closed door and kissing him firmly. He slid his hands under Mike's shirt and shuddered at the warmth. Mike was so done with waiting, he pulled Will's shirt off his head without a warning, before they even made it into the room. He bent down to kiss all over him, starting with leaving a hickey on his neck, which was rewarded with a whimper that he would replay in his head for the rest of his life. He went down to Will's collar bone, and sucked harshly before biting down, then soothing it with his tongue. He kissed his way down Will's stomach, that Mike swore was carved by the Greek gods. If he thought he was horny before, holy fucking shit.
He sunk to his knees and pulled Will's basketball shorts down in a frenzy, gasping when he realized he wasn't wearing any underwear. Suddenly face to face with Will's length, Mike licked from the base to the tip, savoring the taste. He kissed it wetly, paying equal attention to each inch, until Will was squirming above him. Mike paused at the top and looked up at him, causing Will to accidentally pull his hair, harder than the time before. Mike moaned before sucking Will's length into his mouth, applying suction to every square inch.
Will moaned above him, "Holy shit, Mike. How are you so- fuck- good at this?"
Mike groaned around him at the praise, making Will's cock throb in his mouth.
He pulled Mike's hair to get him to do it again. "Do you like that, baby?" Mike nodded with Will still in his mouth, licking the underside of his head while he sucked.
"Unh, such a good boy, Mike. That feels so good," Will groaned.
Mike briefly worried he'd cum in his pants just from having Will's dick in his mouth, the sounds Will was making, Will calling him a good boy. He was so desperately horny, but he would much rather please Will than himself.
Something about the praise encouraged him enough to speed up, engulfing Will's dick as much as he could while he bobbed his head furiously. Will was practically wailing at this point, with a few obscenities and Mike's name intertwined. "Fucking-shit, Mike-can I...can I cum in your mouth?" Will whimpered as Mike continued, making eye contact that he hoped signified "Yes, fucking please."
Their mind meld held through as Will released into his mouth, Mike swallowing the warmth greedily, wanting everything Will had to offer him. He kept sucking gently until Will's leg was twitching and he pulled Mike off by the hair.
"Fuck, Mike. That was the best blowjob I've ever had," he praised, slinking down the wall to sit by him, still catching his breath. Mike erupted in a furious blush, about to offer to do it again when Will added, "Plus now I can last longer for you," and Mike remembered what was about to go down with a thrill.
"Fuck, Will, I need you so bad," Mike whined, dick so hard it felt like it could burst.
"I noticed, couldn't even make it in the room, could you?" Will teased, raising his eyebrow in that damning way again.
"You're one to talk," Mike shot back, gesturing towards their living room and making Will hit him in the chest. Will stood, offering his hands to Mike so he could pull him up with him. Mike took the offer gratefully, and then leaned in for another passionate kiss, making noises in the back of his throat.
Mike pulled away, opening the door, "Bed. Now. Please, Will now." He was barely making sense anymore but Will always caught his drift, backing him up until the backs of his knees hit his mattress, and then shoving him until he was flat on his back. Mike would think he was dreaming if it weren't for every hypersensitive inch of his body screaming the reality of it all.
Will kissed him again, paying equal attention to Mike's neck before tearing his shirt off and pulling off his pants. Will stood above him, naked, taking Mike in with a grunt. "Fuck, Mike, you're so... perfect. So sexy. God, I want this so bad," Will added breathlessly, as Mike focused on not exploding into a million pieces at the compliments.
Will started licking from his happy trail up to his chest, and then climbed over him so they were pressed from chest to toe, completely naked, Mike let out a keening sound at the feeling.
"Will, please, please you have to fuck me. Fuck, Will you have to do something, or I'm going to die," The desperation in his voice was beyond compelling, but Will couldn't help but release a chuckle at Mike's antics.
He spotted a stain on Mike's comforter, just to the left of Mike and pointed, "Shit, Mike is that your cum from earlier?" Mike followed his gaze and then nodded, face flush with embarrassment and overwhelming arousal.
Will licked his ear, making Mike shudder, before whispering. "Oh, yeah? What did you do to yourself?" He kissed down Mike's neck as he waited for a reply.
When Mike didn't answer, he guessed, "Did you use those gorgeous fingers, pretend it was me?" Mike went bright red at the accuracy. He nodded again. Will wasn't done, though. "How did you cum? Did you touch yourself too, or was it just from those fingers?" He inquired, voice heavy and deep with arousal.
"Just.. just my fingers. Seeing you earlier, it was the hottest thing I've seen in my life. I didn't even think I could make it to my room without touching myself, or spontaneously cumming," Mike admitted, rambling, and so turned on.
"Fuck, Mike," Mike felt Will's erection twitch against his own and suppressed another moan. "You're such a good boy, aren't you?" Will asked, looking in his eyes with deep desire.
"Only for you, Will. Fuck, I love when you say that. Please, please touch me...I can't..." Mike was nearly incoherent he was so far gone, and Will had barely touched him.
Will jerked him lightly, making Mike whine and whimper and wriggle underneath him. "Have you ever bottomed before?" He asked, and Mike felt embarrassment flood his chest.
"Uh, no. I've...I've never..."
Will could always read his mind, his jerking halted as he gasped, "You've never had sex?" Mike hid his face behind his hands. Needing Will's hands back on him, needing the talking to be over.
Will gently moved his hands away, "It's okay, Mike. You know, we don't have to... there are other ways to get off," Will supplied, gentle as ever.
"No!" Mike shook his head furiously, "No, I want to, really bad. So bad, you have no idea,"
"Well why haven't you? There are plenty of openly gay guys all around campus," Will shook his head in bewilderment.
Mike resisted the urge to hide his face again. "I...I was hoping... I was hoping my first time could be with you," Mike admitted, voice barely a whisper.
"God, Mike. You're fucking killing me," Will complained, already achingly hard again. He grabbed the lube from the other side of Mike, and put a generous amount on his fingers, and around Mike's hole. He spread his legs apart gently, kissing his inner thigh and rubbing his fingers lightly around his entrance, "Is this okay?" He asked, Mike practically shaking underneath him.
Mike nodded vigorously again, and Will took that as a sign to push his fingers in. He started with two, knowing Mike had just done this himself. Mike moaned before Will even brushed his prostate, just the thought of any part of Will inside him enough to send him soaring. Will hooked his fingers criminally, reducing Mike to a whimpering puddle of want.
"Will, fuck, more, please Will," he whined, half delirious with need. Will added a third finger, met with little resistance, making him worry less about being the first one inside Mike. He didn't want to hurt him. He thrusted into Mike's sweet spot relentlessly, getting a little carried away, until,
"Will, Will you gotta stop, fuck! I'll cum if you don't stop," Mike had never heard himself so high-pitched and eager. Will removed his fingers without a word, leaning forward to kiss Mike again deeply.
When he pulled away he asked, "You ready?" itching with want himself.
"Yes, please Will, God." Mike's head was still thrown back, he looked wrecked already, Will couldn't wait to see how he'd end up.
"Something tells me he wouldn't approve," Will joked, squirting more lube into his hand to rub over his length. He sighed deep in his chest at the long-awaited contact, all of his focus poured onto Mike for the last 15 minutes.
Mike snorted at Will's joke, but Will saw the way his thighs had tensed up, and he wasn't making eye contact anymore. He leaned back over him. "Hey, Mike. You okay?" Will asked, voice soft in the way it only is for Mike. Mike nodded, but Will met him with an unconvinced stare.
"I'm... scared," Mike admitted, voice quiet despite no one else living with them.
"Mike, we don't have to do anything you aren't ready for," Will started but Mike cut him off with a "No! Not of that."
"It's just, are we still going to be best friends after this?" He asked, looking at Will's eyes with genuine concern.
"Of course we will. You can't get rid of me that easy, Wheeler," He joked.
"Promise?" Mike asked, holding out his pinky.
"Promise." Will confirmed, linking their pinkies together. "We can just be best friends who fuck when they feel like it," Will offered with a grin.
Mike's smile returned full force. "I have a feeling you aren't prepared for how often I'm going to feel like it," Mike joked, but knew it was somewhat true. All Will had to do was make eye contact with him for longer than a few seconds to send adrenaline up his spine and into his pants.
"I can keep up," Will challenged, grinning back. "Are you ready?" He asked again, not wanting to push but needing some sort of relief immediately.
"Very," Mike replied confidently. And as Will gave him a once over, everything had untensed, besides his angry, bright red cock, standing at attention.
Will reached up and grabbed Mike's hand with his unoccupied, unlubed one, and held it as he lined himself up. Mike must have felt his hesitation because he added, "Get a move on it, Byers," feigning annoyance. Will didn't need anymore encouragement, finally sheathing himself in Mike's warmth. He pushed in slowly, each inch a tantalizing torture. He just wanted to fuck Mike's brains out. But he'd never hurt him.
"Okay?" Will asked breathlessly, once he'd bottomed out. He'd never taken anyone's virginity before. It was kind of exhausting.
"Mhm, very. Just, start slow?" Mike requested.
"Of course," Will slowly pulled back out till only the tip was still inside of him, then pushed forward again, at an agonizingly slow pace. After a few thrusts like this, Mike requested more.
"Okay, I'm ready for you to fuck me. Don't hold back, really. I like it," Mike convinced him. Will slammed into him, angling to hit his prostate with precision. Mike practically yelped, "Holy shit," he breathed.
Will did not let up, now that he had his permission, now that he was inside of the boy he's loved since before he understood what it was, he was fucking Mike like his life depended on it. Expressing everything he'd felt, everything he'd held back, with hard, quick thrusts that hit the spot that made Mike scream.
"Unh, ahh, Will. Oh my- Oh my God Will, Fuck." Mike understood why his lookalike from before was so incoherent.
"Such a good boy Mike, making me feel so good," Will praised, knowing how much Mike liked it, and truly meaning it.
"Fuck! Will! I- I didn't even- I didn't even know it was possible to feel- unh!- this fucking good," Mike was so far gone, and when he made eye contact with Will, he had to curl his toes to prevent himself from cumming this early on.
"Yeah? You like that? Like it when I fuck you?" Will prompted, wanting to hear more, needing to hear Mike fall apart for him.
"Mm-Mmhm! God yes, Will!" Mike was dangerously close to cumming already, he felt his thighs shaking beneath Will.
But once again, Will could read Mike's mind, sometimes better than Mike could read his own. "Would be a shame if I stopped," Will teased evilly, slowing his pace greatly, making Mike exhale in relief.
Then Will, the bastard, pulled completely out of Mike, like Mike had seen him do earlier. He gaped at Will's length, dripping and throbbing, shuddered at the thought that it was just inside of him.
"Will...." He complained, so close to release only to have Will completely pull out of him.
"You know what I want you to say, don't you?" Will asked, rubbing his length against Mike's stomach and making him moan, despite nothing touching his arousal.
"Fuck, please. Please, Will. I need you, I need you so bad. Please let me cum, please," Mike couldn't find it in himself to be embarrassed at how desperate he sounded, all his senses were overpowered by want.
Will felt precum drip onto Mike's stomach at the words, and pushed back into Mike with little warning. "Ahh!" Will returned to his previous pace, angling to hit Mike just where he liked it, leaving Mike squeezing their still intertwined hands like it was a lifeline.
"Holy shit- holy fuck- Will! That feels so- unh fuck- that feels so fucking good. Please don't, please don't stop Will, fuck!"
Will kept up his pace, noticing the familiar rush of orgasm building up in him, too. He knew how to speed Mike up.
"I won't stop, fuck Mike, you've been such a good boy."
"Ahn! Mmhmmm," Mike couldn't even respond anymore, so close to tipping off the edge. Will read his mind for the upteenth time tonight.
"Come on Mike, be a good boy and cum for me," He grunted, still thrusting into him feverishly.
It was almost as if Mike had been waiting for permission, because as soon as the words left Will's mouth, Mike was releasing all over himself, moaning Will's name at pitches only dogs could probably hear.
Will came harshly inside of him, the picture of Mike falling apart around him, insides clenching around Will so sweetly, just the final push Will needed. Mike was still cumming as Will did, an obscene amount. Will found it ridiculously hot.
After they both finished Will pulled out of him gently, making Mike whine. "Do you have to?"
Will laughed. "What, you want me to stay in you forever?" Will watched his cum slide down Mike's legs from his ass, and stood to get a washcloth.
"That sounds nice," Mike mumbled clearly fighting the post-intense-orgasm sleep. Will cleaned him up gently. Wiping up the absurd amount of cum off his stomach with an accomplished little grin. He got the blanket off the side of Mike's bed and covered them, pulling Mike onto his chest and running his fingers through his hair.
"Will?" Mike murmured, eyes still closed.
"Yeah?"
"Love you," Mike whispered, before collapsing into a deep sleep.
Will tried not to overthink the implications of those words. Exhaustion taking over his body from all his hard work, and with Mike on his chest, he found it easy to drift into a peaceful sleep.