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It was the summer of ’89, the summer that everything felt light again. The worst part was over, and they were done hiding in cramped bedrooms or pretending to be just friends. Things between them were open now, well as open as they possibly could be, because Mike wasn’t brave enough to tell his family. However, their friends knew and it was so much simpler in a way he’d never believed would be possible. Nobody cared in a bad way and sometimes the realization still hit him at random moments. We made it to here.
And “here” happened to be the stupid seaside trip their friends insisted on planning months ago. Two weeks. Two entire weeks. Mike still wasn’t entirely sure which idiot suggested it, but the second the idea hit the air, the entire group agreed. Now, don’t get him wrong, Mike loved his friends. He really did. But being stuck with all of them twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, for fourteen days in a row felt like a slow and painful death. They were loud and had absolutely zero sense of personal space.
The only upside, a pretty massive upside, was that he got to share a room with Will. That changed his perspective on this whole trip. Mike could survive basically anything as long as he got to fall asleep next to Will at the end of the day.
The original plan was to go in just one car, which was a hilarious idea considering Lucas’s car barely fit them on a normal way. So, of course Mike said “no” before Lucas could even jingle his keys. Five hours squeezed between backpacks and elbows? Absolutely not.
In the end, they split up. Dustin, Max and El climbed into Lucas’s car and the two boys took Mike’s. Perfect. Except neither of them liked driving. Mike had never been able to enjoy it, he hated slow drivers, fast drivers, drivers who forgot their turn signals, drivers who used them too much. Anything could set him off. Will wasn’t better, he just complained less until he reached a certain limit.
There was only one fair way to choose who would take the wheel. Rock, paper, scissors. Three rounds. And Will lost, he took it well at first, with the spark of determination he got whenever he decided he’d endure something just to prove he could. He drove with both hands on the wheel, eyes sharp, posture a little too uptight, the seat pulled way too close for Mike’s taste.
For the first hour the drive was fine, however at the exactly ninety-minute mark the complaining started. Mike saw the signs before Will even opened his mouth. The sighs that weren’t real sighs but one of those that said “pay attention to me”. The way his left hand kept tapping the wheel like it was personally offending him, also was saying a lot.
Then came the whining. Pure, dramatic whining.
“Okay, I’m done. I can’t do another mile. Switch with me.”
Mike glanced over. “Already?”
“Yes, already. I’m exhausted.”
“You slept eight hours.”
“No, I absolutely did not. I slept three, and then you kept stealing the blanket, so-”
“Liar.” Mike didn’t say it sharply, it came out soft paired with a small smirk he didn’t bother hiding.
Will sighed dramatically, tossing a look at Mike that would’ve been intimidating if he wasn’t so obviously pouting. “Mike, switch with me, please. I’m tired. My eyes hurt, my brain hurts. Even my souls hurts.”
Mike shouldn’t have smiled at that. Shouldn’t have found it cute. Shouldn’t have told Will to pull over with zero protest. But he did, because whatever Will wanted, Will got, and Mike had accepted months ago that he was completely, embarrassingly weak when it came to this boy. They pulled off onto the gravel shoulder, traded seats and slipped back onto the road.
For the first ten minutes, they didn’t speak. The only sound was the hum of the tires against the road and the music drifting softly from the radio. Will slumped against the passenger window, arms loosely crossed, eyes-closed, pretending the weight of the world was pressing down on him. However, that act melted away really fast. Will straightened in his seat, foot tapping lightly on the floor, eyes suddenly bright. And he knew this act immediately, Will was faking it, and Mike found it ridiculously, irresistibly cute. He couldn’t stop the little smile form tugging at his lips.
“Do you think the water will be warm?” Will asked first, voice spilling over with eagerness. “I haven’t swum in forever. Can we go first thing?”
“Yeah,” he said softly, “it should be warm enough. And we can go.”
Will didn’t pause. “And the fire, can we do it tonight? And maybe cook pancakes one day? I found a recipe that looks really good.”
Mike nodded slightly, keeping his eyes on the road. “Fire tonight and pancakes. We’ll have time for both.”
“Can we rent bikes?” He continued, twisting in the seat with one hand drumming on his knee. “Or go for a walk along the water? Or maybe swim later even if it’s chilly?”
“We can do all of that, Will. We have two weeks.” He answered.
Will’s voice sped up slightly, almost spilling out of him. “Do you think it’ll be crowded. What if it rains?”
Mike laughed quietly and glanced at him, seeing the sparkle in his eyes. “It shouldn’t be crowded and rain’s not coming, trust me.”
“Okay, but what if-”
“Weren’t you dying from exhaustion fifteen minutes ago? I thought you wanted to sleep.” Mike interrupted, smirking.
Will looked away immediately, turning his head toward the window. The flood of questions had stopped. His posture shifted, slumping just a fraction against the passenger seat. Mike watched him, heart tightening with a familiar pang of affection. Maybe he really was tired. Maybe he’d been too quick to judge and the whining had been genuine.
For a few minutes, the car was quiet. Mike stole glances at Will, expecting to see the exhaustion finally take over, and for a moment, he even thought that Will might have actually fallen asleep. His head leaned lightly against the window, eyes closed, shoulders relaxed just enough to make it believable. But then his eyes drifted down, unconsciously, and everything changed. Will’s thighs were pressed together, fingers fiddling with the hem of his jean shorts, a faint blush creeping across his face.
“Will, what are you doing?” He asked, trying to keep his voice casual.
Mike damn well knew what Will was doing. He’d known this boy for far too long not to know, but it was way too entertaining to mess with him. He could see the way Will’s thighs pressed together tighter and the tiny shifts of his body as if he was trying to contain himself while still betraying every inch of his energy.
“Look at me, Will. What are you doing?” Mike pressed a little harder, voice teasing. Maybe to get an answer, maybe to rile the boy up even more.
And of course, Will answered. He always did, eventually. Obedience was built into him somehow, a trait that matched perfectly with Mike’s desire to control everything.
“I- ugh, nothing. I’m doing nothing.” Will said, and it sounded less like a denial and more like a whimper. His eyes flicked toward Mike for a brief moment, wide and slightly vulnerable, before darting back to the window.
“Yeah? Then keep your legs open.” He let a knowing laugh escape him.
Will shifted, obeying, and for a while he was completely still. God, the power Mike had over him made his grip on the steering wheel tighten without him even realizing it. He’d known for months just how much influence he had over Will, but moments like this never failed to amuse him. It was strangely intoxicating how much he could coax out of the boy beside him.
He really thought that Will had stopped, maybe even was pretending to be tired again. But then, a small whine came form the passenger seat, breaking the silence in the car. You see, when Mike decided to look at his boyfriend he was expecting to see him squeezing his thighs together to get some friction, not to see him with a fucking hand in his pants.
When did he even got so bold?
It took everything in Mike not to stop the car in the middle of the road, right here and there. He can’t lie, a silly thought about telling Will to jerk off and guide him through it popped into his mind before. But now, with the boy actually doing this? He had to force himself to focus on driving and not to kill them both in the process. Why would Will even do this? He never was the first to initiate anything, never the one to push the boundaries like this.
His mind raced to stay composed, to think of something to say without giving away just how affected he was, even though he could feel his own dick hardening. Every glance and every whimper from Will, it all demanded attention. Mike had to fight the urge to let the car drift slightly off course just to indulge in watching him.
He finally forced himself to speak, “Did I tell you to do that?”
Mike prayed that Will would stop moving his hand, whisper a quiet “sorry”, and they could just pretend none of this had happened. That, of course, was not remotely close to what happened. The boy just shook his head and kept going, hand in pants, rubbing his cock and biting his lips — something Mike assumed was an attempt to keep the noise inside.
“Answer me,” he tried again, “do you think good boys play with themselves?”
“No, no, I don’t.” Will whined, and Mike could see his hand movement getting faster.
His eyes kept flicking between the road and the view beside him, unable to focus fully on either. His mind felt like it was splitting in two, the concentration it took to drive clashing with the distracting chaos of watching Will. He could feel his brain hurting and his cock leaking in his pants.
“Then stop. I wanna see your hands on your thighs and your legs open. Can you do that?” Mike asked, taking one hand away from the steering wheel to rub himself. Just for a second, not obvious enough for Will to notice. At least, that’s what he was hoping.
“But I-” The other boy tried to defend himself, voice strained.
“You’re not being a good boy now, do you know that, Will?”
He could see from the corner of his eye that Will listened to him. In this moment, it was a blessing that Will always did as Mike said. However, the way he whined, mumbling something incoherent under his breath, shifting and squirming in his seat — it made Mike’s chest tighten. He knew he was being a little mean, not giving Will exactly what he wanted, scolding him instead of praising.
He told himself it was what the situation required, that someone had to keep a grip on things before they spun even further out of hand. But a quieter, uglier though crept underneath that excuse, whispering that maybe he just needed to feel in control. Needed that sick, grounding sense of being the one who decided what happened next.
“Just keep being good, okay?” he asked, softer than before. “Can you tell me what’s got you so worked up?”
He didn’t miss the way Will’s fingers kept twitching against his thighs, the tiny movements betraying how badly he wanted to press them together. He was trying so hard to behave, to stay where Mike had put him. It was almost painfully cute.
“I- uhm… you, your hands?” Will muttered, barely audible.
Mike swallowed hard, his knuckles tightening on the steering wheel as he forced his gaze forward. “My hands, huh? You’re gonna have to tell me more than that. What about them?” He could hear how breathless he sounded, and he hoped Will was too far gone to notice.
“It’s when you drive,” Will managed. “Your fingers. The way you- you tap the wheel.” His voice cracked like saying it out loud embarrassed him enough to melt into the seat.
Every second, his eyes flicked to the shoulder of the road, searching for anything, because if Will kept talking like that, Mike wasn’t going to make it another mile.
“Keep going, tell me exactly what they do to you.” He breathed, dragging one hand off the wheel to push his hair back, like that would somehow cool him down.
Will hesitated, and for a second Mike thought he’d gone quiet again, maybe too flustered to keep talking. He almost thanked every higher power for the silence, until the boy inhaled, shaky and small.
“The way you hold it. Like you’re- I don’t know confident or something. And your fingers- Mike, please I can’t…” He trailed off with a small sound that made Mike’s grip slip a little on the wheel.
There it was. Salvation or damnation. Mike wasn’t sure which one it was. A wide gravel pull-off on the side of the road, the kind of place trucks parked overnight, or drivers stopped to sleep. He didn’t care what it was meant for. He flicked the blinker on so fast it clicked twice in protest, guiding the car off the road with a sharp breath he didn’t even realize he was holding.
“What are you doing? We’re gonna be late, they’re already way ahead of us.” Will blinked at him.
“Will, stop talking.” He let out, it wasn’t harsh. Just a kind of tone that made Will freeze instantly.
Mike unbuckled his seatbelt in one smooth motion, his hand moved to the lever at the side, and he pushed the seat all the way back. Will watched him, eyes wide, like he wasn’t sure if he should say something or stay perfectly still.
“Come here.” He said, voice certain.
“You want me to-“
“Over the gear stick.” Mike clarified, nodding toward him.
Will unbuckled his seatbelt with a shaky click, but the moment he tried lifting one knee over the console, it was clear he wasn’t going to make it alone. His thigh bumped the gear stick, and he froze with an embarrassed noise.
“Lemme help you, ‘kay?” Mike said, sliding one hand to Will’s hip. He guided him carefully, fingers firm as he helped Will lift his leg up and over the console. With Mike’s hands steadying him, the move became clumsy but manageable. A quiet exhale left him as he settled onto Mike’s lap, face warm from the effort and from the way his boyfriend’s hands still held him.
For a moment, Mike just watched him — how flustered he looked, how he refused to meet his eyes. He could feel Will’s hard cock pressing against his leg. Then he leaned in just a little, voice low near Will’s ear.
“Why were you being so naughty?” He asked, the question slow, like he was enjoying every second of Will’s reaction.
“I already told you,” he murmured, cheeks burning. “The hands.”
“Yeah, you did.” Mike breathed, a smile forming on his lips. He let his hands drag slowly from Will’s hips to his waist, fingers finding their place under his shirt.
“Turn around.”
Will froze. “W-what?”
“Turn around,” Mike repeated, firmer this time. “Face the wheel and put your hands on it.”
And Will listened, like he always did. He shifted carefully on Mike’s lap, turning until he was straddling him but facing the dashboard. When he reached forward and set his palms on the steering wheel, Mike felt the smallest jolt run through him.
There. Right where he wanted him.
“Like I said, you were not being a particularly good boy. Do you know what happens when you’re acting like that?” He asked, letting his hands roam Will’s ass.
He let out an embarrassed noise and shook his head. “But I-”
“I don’t want an explanation. I asked, do you know what happens?” Mike repeated the question.
He got a small nod in answer, and it was enough. But Mike really wished he could see his expression now. Instead, all he had was the warmth of him against his chest and the subtle movement.
“Good,” Mike murmured. “Can I do it?” He needed that confirmation every time, a silent “yes” or a consent that came in subtle nods or small shits.
The faint nod and small squeeze of Will’s thighs against him were enough. The car was met with a sound of a hand slapping against Will’s ass over the material of his shorts. Every time Mike did this he felt a rush of excitement going through him. Maybe he was a little fucked in the head.
Another slap caused Will to whimper. “No, no more.”
“Just one more, I promise.” He reassured the boy. The third slap was the harshest of them all, but still not harsh enough to actually hurt Will or leave any bruises.
Mike rubbed the brunettes’s bum gently before flushing him tightly against his groin. His hands found their place again on Will’s hips guiding him up and down in small circles. Even though they both were wearing pants, the physical contact felt like everything Mike needed at the time. It was so good to feel Will against his body, the movements sending pleasure toward his cock.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Will.” He groaned, hands switching between Will’s hips and thighs. He wished Will had worn another pair of pants, not the jean ones, so he could feel his ass even better.
And maybe he’d gone too far with this, because when he heard the quiet sniffles, he froze instantly. His hands didn’t move for a heartbeat, and his heart was hammering in his chest. Mike slowly shifted Will on his lap, turning him so he could see his face again.
“Are those good or bad tears?” He asked, trying to keep calm even as his pulse ran hot. He threaded his fingers through Will’s hair, brushing it back gently, careful not to pull too hard.
“Bad.” Will sniffled softly, pressing closer to Mike.
Fuck, did I hurt him? Was it too much?
Mike’s stomach twisted. Every instinct screamed at him to fix it, to make it right, to erase the discomfort, even if all he could do was hold him and wait. He could usually read Will like an open book, know exactly what he was feeling with a glance or a twitch of an eyebrow, but not right now. And it frustrated him to the core.
“I wish I could read your mind, but I can’t,” he murmured, fingers still tangled gently in Will’s hair. He let his thumbs brush soothing circles against the nape of his neck. “You gotta tell me what’s wrong. I need to know, Will.”
“I wanna feel good too, it hurts. And don’t say Will.” The boy said, trying to escape Mike’s eyes.
Now Mike was even more confused. How had this even happened, how could he, who usually understood Will without a word, be completely in the dark about what the boy was tying to say?
“I’m sorry but I’m not following-” He was cut off by Will grabbing his wrist and guiding him to his crotch.
Oh, Mike really was dense.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” He asked, rubbing Will’s cock through the shorts. It for sure didn’t give him enough relieve he needed right now.
“Wanted to be good.” Will whimpered, pushing his hips against Mike’s hand. He could see the wet patch on his pants. Fucking unbelievable, how could he leak through both his boxers and shorts?
“You are good,” he said, brushing his thumb along Will’s cheek. “Always so good for me, bunny. I’m gonna take such a good care of you, yeah?”
He put his hands on Will’s hips guiding him up, fingers quickly working against the button of his shorts. Mike pulled them down in one smooth movement, rising himself just a little to push his own pair halfway down. He groaned, taking both of their lengths into his hand, stroking in rather fast pace.
“Put your hand over mine, we’re gonna do this together.” Mike smiled at him and Will had no other choice but to comply, his palms sweaty as they met Mike’s.
As if seeing their cocks flushed together and their hands moving in sync didn’t make Mike fell like he could combust any second, Will decided to open his mouth and make it even worse.
“So much bigger than me.”
That was a public knowledge that Mike was slightly taller and had bigger hands than Will, and the same rule applied to their cocks. It wasn’t an extreme difference, however, when Will said it his dick twitched underneath their palms.
“Fuck, yes, bunny, I am. I am.” He groaned, making the pace even faster than it was before. He could feel how Will’s legs were starting to feel wobbly.
“I’m gonna…” Will whined desperately, his eyes squeezing shut.
“It’s okay, bunny. Me too.”
Will grunted at his words. He lasted so long today, way longer that Mike expected he would, especially with the amount of teasing. He moaned as he came, legs tight around Mike in what seemed like an attempt to keep him even closer. Mike was just a second after him, making a mess on their shirts. They definitely needed to change into clean cloths.
Will panted into Mike’s neck, his arms loose around the boy’s shoulders as he stroked them through the high. There was complete silence in the car with the exception of their uneven breaths.
“Are you okay, Will?” He slightly pushed him back, just to make enough space for their eyes to meet. “That was kind of a lot.”
“I’m fine. That was- I’m just a little… in the head- I don’t know.”
“Okay, let’s rest for a second. You were so good for me.” Mike slowly pushed sticky strands of hair from Will’s forehead and rubbed small circles on his lower back.
Did they really just had sex beside a fucking road? Well, maybe Mike was just an impulsive man. He was grateful that no one was here, sure the thought of being caught was fun and all. But only he could see Will in that state, that was a sight reserved for him and only him. The thought alone made his grip tighten slightly around the boy on his lap.
They’d been at the cabin for almost a week now, and honestly, it was way more manageable than Mike had expected. Sure, there was bickering over who got the last piece of bread, whose turn it was to wash the dishes and whether Max’s “shortcut” through the woods was actually a good idea, but mostly it was fun. They’d spent entire afternoons walking along the beach or swimming. They’d played cards on the porch, teased each other endlessly, and gone on hikes where someone always tripped. Sometimes Max or Dustin would start some ridiculous competition, and the rest would groan and roll their eyes, only to end up laughing louder than anyone had planned.
By the sixth day, the idea of drinking had started small — just a little, nothing insane. It’d spread quickly through the group, fueled by heat, boredom and the endless energy of a week spent in proximity. Somehow, Will ended up slightly more drunk than anyone else, and the difference became obvious pretty quickly. He was laughing louder than usually and leaning into Mike more than ever. It wasn’t the Will that Mike usually saw in front of their friends. Tonight, he was almost impossibly clingy, and Mike found himself smiling at the way he pressed closer without even noticing.
“Wow,” Dustin finally said, slouching in his chair and grinning. “Someone’s really handsy today.”
Will’s cheeks flushed red and he pressed his forehead against Mike’s shoulder. “I’m not being handsy!” His words were slurred slightly, but the defensive tone was clear.
“You’re practically sitting on Mike.” Max snorted from across the room.
“Shut up! You guys are mean.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms more tightly around Mike.
Mike laughed quietly. “No one is being mean. You’re just very entertaining like that.”
It was in fact really entertaining for Mike. He watched the way Will’s fingers absentmindedly traced the seam of Mike’s shorts, the soft tilt of his head, the faint shimmer in his eyes as he peeked up at him. The group’s teasing only made it more amusing.
“Seriously, every time Mike shifts an inch, Will follows.” Lucas added, with a laugh.
Will wriggled just a little, trying to escape, and Mike let out a soft chuckle, holding him gently in place. Tipsy Will definitely was the cutest version of him that Mike had ever seen.
Max, anyways the instigator, leaned back and shook his head. “Man, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Will act like this around anyone. You really broke him, Mike.”
“He didn’t-”
Mike pressed a hand to the back of Will’s neck, tilting his head so he could see him properly. “Shush, everyone’s just teasing. And you’re making it way too easy for them.”
“I just like being close to you.” Will admitted, voice low, almost a whisper, and Mike’s grin widened.
“Well, you’re definitely succeeding at that.” He said, leaning back slightly so Will could settle more comfortably.
The group continued to snicker quietly at the sides, but Mike tuned most of it out, focusing instead on the soft weight of Will and the warmth radiating from him. A few more rounds passed, everyone laughing and spilling drinks here and there. The room had dissolved into a chaos and Will somehow ended up half-sitting on Mike’s lap. He glanced at the other boy, who was resting against him with a small, sleepy smile.
“Okay, yeah, I think me and Will are going to sleep,” he said, voice loud enough to catch the group’s attention. “Everyone else, enjoy the chaos or whatever you’re doing.”
Will muttered something incoherent, fingers still clinging to Mike’s shirt as he was guided to his feet. “I’m tired,” he said, voice slurred, “but I don’t wanna stop being with you.”
“You won’t. We’re just going to our room.” Mike smiled, threading an arm around him and helping his steady
Getting Will up the stairs and to their room was easier than Mike had anticipated. He’d expected a struggle, maybe a few stumbled or complaints, but Will leaned into him and just let himself be guided. Each step was careful, and his arms were tight around Will’s frame, adjusting as necessary to keep him balanced.
However, the moment the door closed behind them, it was as if Will’s energy had returned to life. The slump of fatigue disappeared, replaced by the bright, almost mischievous light in his eyes. Before Mike could react, Will pressed himself close, hands resting on Mike’s chest, and kissed him. It was sloppy and slightly clumsy, a little too eager, but impossible to resist.
Mike let him do so for a few seconds, feeling the soft insistence in Will’s movements. Then he gently pulled back, shaking his head. “What’s gotten into you?”
Mike’s wrists were caught with his boyfriend’s hands and guided to Will’s waist. Will’s own hands slid up to Mike’s neck, pushing him a little closer. “Mike, inside, please…”
“Inside of what? I don’t understand you, Will.” He said, genuinely confused, his fingers rubbing against Will’s waist.
“Call me bunny not Will.” He demanded. God, he was being so fucking cute right now. Mike didn’t know whether he wanted to laugh or to kiss him.
“Okay, okay, bunny.” He emphasized the last word. “Answer my question, inside of what.”
Will punched his chest lightly and tried to press even closer. “Me. Inside of me.”
Jesus Christ. Is he asking me to fuck him?
Mike felt like someone was really testing his patience and his self-control right now. He knew Will wasn’t even doing anything on purpose. He was just drunk. But the way he kept looking up at him with those glassy, trusting eyes, it made Mike feel like he could lose his mind any second.
He took a deep breath in, closing his eyes. “Just so we’re on the same page. You’re asking me to fuck you?”
Will whined at that, but it wasn’t the confirming, pleased kind of sound, it was the disappointed one. It was soft and frustrated, almost pathetic in the way it slipped out of him, like Will had expected a different answer and didn’t quite know what do to with the one he got.
“I want your tongue in me. Come on, Mike, please.”
Why the hell Will was so horny this whole trip? First the car, now this.
The way he pleaded — it almost made Mike want to agree on the spot. Especially because Will was the kind of person who almost never asked for things first. He waited patiently, hoping someone would offer before he had to voice what he wanted. So, hearing him ask like this, openly and desperately, it took everything in Mike not to just give in and say take off your pants and bend over. But that wouldn’t be the right thing to do, not when Will was drunk out of his mind and barely holding himself upright.
“I’d love to do so, but you’re drunk,” he said firmly, though his voice cracked a little. “Let’s get you to bed.”
Will pouted. “I’m not that drunk,” he muttered, though the small hiccup in his words gave him away.
Mike couldn’t help but laugh, threading an arm around Will’s waist to guide him toward the bed. “Yeah, yeah, you are. C’mon, bunny, bed first and then I can give you few more kisses.”
Will leaned against him again, not fighting, letting Mike guide him to the mattress. He folded down onto it with a sigh, limbs loose and uncoordinated. Mike lay beside him, pulling the blanket over both of them before the other boy immediately burrowed in, tucking himself against Mike’s chest like it was an instinct. It’ll be a long night, especially for Mike, considering his painfully hard boner pressing against Will’s leg.
The next morning, Mike woke up to the unmistakable throb of a headache and the weight of someone practically draped over him. For a second he didn’t more, letting his eyes adjust to the soft light creeping in through the curtains. Then the memory of last night trickled back — Will being clingy, the teasing, getting him upstairs, the inside me moment. He exhaled slowly.
Will was still plastered to his side, face smushed into Mike’s shirt, hair an absolute disaster. His leg was hooked around Mike’s and he was warm, way too warm. Mike shifted a little, and the boy beside him made a tiny noise of complaint.
“Good morning.” He whispered, voice rough.
“Mhmm.” Came the replay. Not even a word, just a noise. Will tightened his hold like he thought Mike was trying to escape.
“You’re hungover, aren’t you?”
“M’dying.”
Mike huffed a laugh, brushing his fingers through Will’s hair, which made him relax but also groan because apparently touching his head was both comforting and painful.
“I told you to slow down.” Mike said, half scolding, half affectionate.
“No, you didn’t.”
“I literally did.”
Will opened one eye at him, squinting. He looked wrecked, puffy-eyed, hair sticking up in every possible direction, cheeks flushed.
“You still look cute, though.” Mike added before he could stop himself.
Will groaned and shoved his face back into Mike’s chest. “Don’t say shit like that. My brain can’t handle it right now.”
Mike pressed a hand through his messy hair, brushing it back. “We stay here five more minutes, then we get up.”
“Ugh, do we have to?” he mumbled. “I just wanna stay here forever.”
“You do realize,” Mike said, smirking, “that the best cure for a hangover is work? Didn’t you say something in the car about making pancakes for everyone?”
Mike practically dragged Will out of the bed, ignoring the little whines and exaggerated pouts that came with every step. The rest of the house was still asleep, and every tiny creak of the floor sounded enormous in the calm, making him hyper-aware of the quiet around them. Will shuffled along beside him, leaning into his side more than necessary, pressing playful nudges that made Mike smirk despite himself. The slow, exaggerated movements and the tiny fake sighs, it was all a performance, and Mike found it irresistibly cute.
“I thought you would help me.” Mike whispered, smirking as he started gathering ingredients.
Will pressed his forehead against Mike’s shoulder, pretending to pout. “Maybe I don’t want to,” he muttered, dragging out each word as if to test Mike’s patience.
Mike let out a quiet laugh, tilting his head so he could press a soft kiss to the corner of Will’s mouth. When he tried to argue, Mike simply deepened the kiss, muffling whatever protest the boy was about to make. Will’s hands found his shoulders, tugging as he leaned into the kiss, and Mike wrapped his arm around him, holding him close.
“You’re not allowed to talk right now.” Mike murmured before capturing his lips again. This time the kiss lingered, letting the playful tension between them build.
Will pressed closer, rocking gently against him, lips moving in tandem with Mike’s. He lifted Will up onto the edge of the counter. His legs dangled slightly as he looked at the other boy with bright eyes. Mike leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, letting the boy react. Will tilted his head, pressing closer, and Mike let the kiss deepen slightly.
“What are we doing?” Will asked between kisses, giggling against Mike’s lips.
“Everyone’s asleep,” he murmured, pulling back just enough to smile at Will. “They won’t see a thing. Besides… I thought you liked a little audience.”
Will lips curved into a smile, and before Mike could react, the boy leaned forward again. Mike let his hands roam lightly over Will’s waist under the shirt. The coldness of them making the other boy shiver slightly and tug Mike closer.
“Maybe I could do what you asked me yesterday.” Mike smirked against his lips.
Will pulled back and looked at him tilting his head, utterly confused. “I don’t- what are you talking about?”
“Oh, come on, bunny. You know exactly what I mean.” He let his hands stay where they were, teasingly firm on Will’s waist, feeling the way the boy fidgeted under his touch.
“I really don’t remember.” Will’s face burned a little, lips parting in a nervous laugh.
Perfect.
“That’s funny,” Mike murmured, letting his finger trace a little lower, just enough to make Will squirm. “You really don’t remember asking me to eat you out? Maybe I should just bend you over now and-” He leaned in closer, intending to finish, but the words died on his lips as a familiar voice shattered the moment.
“Oh my god,” Max groaned from the doorway. “Don’t you know how to keep it in your pants? I regret having eyes. I’m not eating anything that touched this counter.”
“Max, come on. You’re acting like we set the kitchen on fire.” Mike’s smirk tugged at his lips as he kept one hand lightly on Will’s hip.
Max backed away a little, shaking her head as if the scene had scarred her for life. “Seriously, you guys are going to give me nightmares. I can’t even- You know what? I’m not even hungry anymore. Just go wash the counter or something, please.” She disappeared down the hallway, muttering about never stepping foot in the kitchen again.
Will let out a laugh, still blushing, and leaned into Mike again. “That was embarrassing.”
“Don’t overthink it.” He flicked Will’s forehead lightly. “Now, I think we were trying to make pancakes before the rest of the house wakes up.”
Will pushed himself off the counter, feet finding the floor with a soft thud. His cheeks were still pink, and his hair was even messier than it was when he woke up. Cute, really fucking cute.
“And don’t think we’re not coming back to what I was talking about,” Mike said, teasing. “Your request from last night… it intrigued me.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” Will mumbled, pretending to be clueless, though the increasing blush on his cheeks betrayed him.
“You’ll see, bunny. But for now, let’s get breakfast started and no slacking this time. You’re helping me.” Mike nudged him gently toward the counter.
They moved around each other, passing ingredients and laughing at small mistakes. For a moment, as he watched Will pour milk and occasionally bite his lip in concentration, he realized that maybe this whole idea of a trip wasn’t so bad after all. They had an entire week ahead of them and Mike found himself actually looking forward to what would happen.