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The Byers had moved to California just a few months ago. It was a little before Christmas now, and they had adjusted some. School was different, no new friends, extremely new environment, no Mike. But of course there was Stacy and Angela who bullied mostly El, but sometimes they would do just the same to Will.
Eleven seemed to be happy, besides the bullying and still getting over Hoppers death. She constantly got letters from Mike, which made Will a little jealous. El always responded with how amazing things were here for her, which was obviously a lie. Will didn’t like how she lied to Mike, but he wouldn’t say anything. He just cared about his sister’s well-being. But while El was speaking to Mike all the time, Will hadn’t gotten a single letter or phone call from Mike, despite the heavy amount of letters he’s sent out. He doesn’t even know why he tries anymore.
The day he actually got a call from Mike was…interesting, to say the least.
It was dark out, and Will was home alone. El had went with Joyce to go shopping for some Christmas thing that Will didn’t give two shits about, and Jonathan was with Argyle. They were probably getting high or doing something slightly illegal. It left Will sitting on his bed, sketching something. He was thinking about making a painting for Mike, but what could he do?
Another letter had came in the mail today from Mike. It was for El, of course. Meanwhile Will had sent 10 letters at least and he still hasn’t gotten a single reply from Mike. Why won’t Mike reply to him? Was it that hard? Is there some specific reasoning to? Does he think that just because Eleven says she’s doing fine means Will is doing fine too?
Will kept thinking, angrily scribbling things down until he realized he had drawn a picture of Mike. Of fucking course. Will had done this more than once. Ever since he met Mike he’s been drawing Mike. It started out with drawing stick figures holding hands, but over time it turned into something a little different, shamefully drawing some of them a little more ‘detailed.’ The one he had just finished drawing was from his face to his chest, stopping at his nipples. He was looking down with his eyes almost closed and his hair covering his face, holding something in his hand and looking rather tired.
“Oh, fuck.” Will groaned, realizing that he had done it again. If he finished the drawing, it would of course be of Mike doing something extremely inappropriate. He’d been drawing these a lot more lately, much more than he’d wanted to be. Sometimes he doesn’t even mean to. He usually rips the paper out of his notebook and stuffs it into his drawer to keep for other times he’d rather not think about, but something about this one made him feel guilty.
Just he started erasing, the phone rang. He groaned and shut his sketchbook, going to pick up the phone and making a mental note to get rid of that drawing before El wants to look through his sketchbook again. The caller was probably just a telemarketer or something so he decided to make this quick.
“Hello?” Will asked, clearly not amused by the late call.
“Hey! Um…Will?” Mike answered awkwardly on the other line. He sounded like he barely recognized Wills voice. Wills heart stopped, but he quickly pulled himself together. He didn’t know to if he should be happy or if he should be angry. Mike was probably calling for El anyways.
“Hey Mike. El isn’t home right now, do you want me to tell her you called?” Will tried to sound nice, but his heart twinged.
“No!- uh- no it’s fine, I was hoping we could just talk.”
Oh,
Oh.
“Okay! Uh- yeah, that sounds fine.” Will answered. It’s about fucking time.
“Um…how have things been?” Mike asked with a raspy voice. Normal way to start a conversation. Will could hear something strange on the other line and the whole vibe was just off, but he didn’t think anything of it. It was probably just the bad connection and how they haven’t talked in months.
“It’s been…fine, I guess.” Will sits down, looking over at his sketchbook with guilt.
“You don’t seem sure about that. Is there- fuck-“ Mike whispered that last part, covering it up with a cough.
“What was that?” Will asked, getting cut off by Mike whimpering. That’s odd.
“It’s nothing! I’m just uh- I just had to cough. That’s all.” Mike lied, and Will knew it. But Will played it off. Maybe it really was just nothing and Will was just shaken up. “Anyways, are you sure everything is going fine? You seem sad for some r-reason..” Mike stifled a moan with the sleeve of his sweater.
“Well…I guess there’s been some things going on that aren’t really good.” Will continued to tell Mike the things that have been going on, how his day was, all his frustrations with school and everything else Mike asked. Mike continued to softly groan and whine, but it was extremely quiet. While it was quiet and subtle, Will knew something was going on. He pretended not to notice, but after a while he realized just how turned on Mikes noises had made him. He felt extremely guilty for it, but just the thought of Mike touching himself made Will hard as a rock. Will made his voice slightly whinier, noticing how it makes Mike hiss and miserably fail to hold back his gentle, low moans. Will couldn’t help but move his hand down to touch his achingly hard dick through his underwear.
“It’s just been hard. But, mh- what about you?” Will asked, sliding his hand down his pants with shame. He closed his eyes, trying not to think about it. It was Mike who got them into this situation. Mike was the one who started this.
“Can you- can you just keep talking for a second?” Mike asked quietly, his voice coming out in quick little puffs of breath. Will knew exactly why. He didn’t want this to be over though, and he knew if he gave Mike what he wanted then they would both end up cumming all over themselves.
“Mike, stop.” Something snapped in Wills mind, and he sat upright. This was wrong. They can’t be doing this. Will slid his hand out of his pants, flung his slightly cramped hand, and stopped himself from going any further. This wouldn’t turn out good if they continued.
“What- what are you talking about?” Mike asked. He obviously knew what Will was talking about, and he was fucking terrible at lying about it. Mike had stopped stroking himself briefly.
“You know what. I- I know what you’re doing, Mike.” Will mumbled. “And we can’t do this. We’re both gonna regret it, and even if we wouldn’t regret it we still shouldn’t be doing it.”
Mike was clearly upset by this. He whimpered, beginning to stroke himself again. He spoke in a pleading, low voice. “Come on Will, just let me-“
“No.” Will said sternly, but he didn’t mean it. He wanted this. He’s wanted this for so long. The more Mike begged, the more Will gave in. Who knew Mike needed something like this so badly?
“Will, please just do this for me.” Mike begged, rubbing the tip of his dick and gasping softly. He pushed his hips up into the touch, making a pitiful moan that almost made Will lose consciousness.
Will said nothing. He started to get angry. Mad with himself, fucking pissed with how bratty Mike was being. “Fucking-“ Will sighed, hearing Mikes little moans through the phone. There was no stopping to this. “Tell me how you’re doing it.” Will spoke sternly but quietly. He wanted to be able to picture exactly what Mike was doing, how he felt.
“ ‘m j-just…” Mike whined again, tightening his grip. Mike sounded like he had been holding this in for a while.
“Can’t talk? Fucking tell me how you’d fuck me then.” Will angrily slid his pants off along with his boxers, grabbing the bottle of lube he only used for special occasions. This was definitely a special occasion. Will was angry, but he was really just overly horny and desperate for Mikes touch. He knew he couldn’t have it though.
“I’d…” Mike sighed shakily. His eyes were hooded and his mouth was just slightly parted, panting softly. “I’d fuck you so hard, Will. Open you up and give it to you until you couldn’t stand it anymore.” Mike said bluntly, as if it didn’t bother him to say stuff like that. “I’d make you feel so good Will. So f-fucking good…”
Just those words would’ve been enough to make Will cum, but he wanted this to last. He didn’t care about anything he said earlier about how they couldn’t do this. He didn’t mean it. He wanted this so badly, and he’s wanted it for who knows how long. “I wish you could, Mike. W-want you so bad…” Will poured some lube onto his fingers and rubbed it in. He circled his tight, needy hole before slowly and gently inserting a digit. He’s done this many times before, but this time felt so different. It felt more real. He moaned softly, not holding back. Not like he could hold back anyway, of course.
“I’d do anything you wanted me to do to you, Will. Fuck you all night. You’d be a little slut for my cock, wouldn’t you?”
“M-mhm!” Will whined, falling apart at those words. “I’d beg you for your cock Mike…let you fill me up. I’d n-need you so badly…” He whispered, sliding another finger inside of himself. The stretched burned like hell, but it was so good. He was used to doing this, but he couldn’t help the slight yelp st the mixture of pain and pleasure. His dick twitched at Mikes mindless words, and he replied with things he knew he could never say to him face to face. He wasn’t in his right mind. He knew there was no excuse to this, and he knew he’d be fucked if anyone caught them. Will curled his fingers upward, distracting himself from all of his fears and worries.
“ ‘s that your prostate?” Mike asked seductively, making Wills stomach twist in knots. He let out a higher pitched moan, answering for Mike. Mike giggled lowly, making Wills heart thump louder.
“S-so good Mike..” Will moaned. It was like he was drugged. His moans were drawn out and desperate, unlike what he’d ever done before. This was a whole new experience, and having Mikes replying noises and comments just made it even more intense. He plunged his fingers in and out, hitting his prostate roughly each time. He was a mess, but Mike was no better.
On the other hand, Mike was biting his lip so hard that it hurt. His grip on his dick was strong, and he was stroking quickly. Every time he’d get close, he would slow down and delay his orgasm. He wanted to wait for Will, which was extremely hard to do when he’d been masturbating for around 15 minutes, desperate for a release. He continued to talk to Will through it, explicitly explaining how he’d make Will fucking wail. He didn’t usually speak or even think this dirty when he was doing things like this. Hell, he’d only had the realization that he was in love with Will a few months ago when the Byers and El left. He tried to ignore it by sending El letters and ignoring Will, but he knew the only name he screamed when he came was Wills. He couldn’t even think of anyone besides Will when doing something like this. Maybe that’s why he called, just to see if he could it while hearing Wills voice. Maybe that didn’t work out, but he’s so glad it didn’t.
“Mike! Oh- pleasepleaseplease!” Will begged, thighs trembling. He needed this so badly. “I’ m gonna fucking cum…” Will spoke quickly, thrusting his fingers deep into his tight heat, just like he always imagined Mike would. He imagined that Mike would be so gentle and so caring, but quick and rough only when Will needed it the most.
“Wish I could cum inside of you…make you feel so good. I’d fuck you until you begged me to stop.” Mike closed his eyes, moaning lowly. His hands were shaky and his movements became much more jerky and uneven. His hips began to move upwards and fuck into his hand as he moaned Wills name quietly.
Will gasped, his thighs shaking. His hips stuttered as his hot, sticky seed spilled out of him. He nearly screamed Mikes name as beads fell onto his brand new shirt and all over his hands. Will was sure he saw stars. Mike pumped his cock one, two, three more times before cumming harder than he’d ever before.
Panting and soft whimpers could be heard over the phone for a few seconds. Will was absolutely wrecked, and he was sure Mike was too. He started to feel tired, wishing he could cuddle up into Mike just like they did when they were kids before Mikes dad told them to stop because it was ‘gay’ and ‘wrong.’ Will closed his eyes as he came down from his high before a gasp and a click brought him back to reality. Did Mike just hang up on him?
“Mike? M-“ He stopped himself, realizing what he had done. They should’ve stopped this. He shouldn’t have told Mike that they could continue. He should’ve just said no and hung up the second he got the chance. As Will looked down at his cum-covered hand and processed what he’d just done, he hung the phone up and continued to blankly stare. He groaned, laying his head back.
“Oh mother fucker.”