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It’s the summer after senior year and heat sits heavy in the basement. Both Will and Mike have stripped down to tee shirts and boxers as they play games on the NES. It’s the first sleepover they’ve had alone all summer, and other than the sneaking glances Mike can occasionally feel on his skin, it’s been mostly normal.
So Will’s a queer. So what. If him being taken away to an alternate dimension, then coming back and being possessed by a cosmic entity, wasn’t enough to throw Mike off, him wanting to fuck guys isn’t even gonna make him blink. They’re still friends. Best friends.
Strangely it’s been raining intermittently all day, light sprinkling showers that come and go in rapid bursts, and it’s made the humidity in the depths of the Wheeler house turn almost unbearable. When Mike shifts into a different position, anxious to get an edge over Will in the game they’re playing, he feels as his thighs have to physically unstick from each other due to all the sweat accumulating there.
Gross.
“Will, what the hell? When did you actually get good at this game?” Mike practically squeals as he watches his character perish in a pit of lava once again.
“I don’t know.” Will shrugs, not taking his eyes off of the game, but Mike still sees the smug smile playing at the corner of his lips. “Maybe since the game got easy. Or- since you got bad.”
Mike scoffs, trying to focus back on the game. But he’s distracted. There’s an outline of sweat on Will’s shirt, it’s right on the back of his neck, and now it’s got Mike thinking. Is this something Will would be into? Guys when they get all sweaty? That seems like a fantasy a queer might have.
Maybe to Will this situation is a secret blessing. Mike doesn’t know what to think about that, but it doesn’t really bother him, the idea of Will looking at him in that way. It kinda feels like a compliment, a pit right in his stomach, whenever he imagines that Will might’ve been staring just a bit too long at his lips or neck, or even once a strip on his stomach.
Since El broke up with him, shortly after they closed the bridge, Mike’s been in a bit of a weird place. Everything feels right on the precipice. People are talking about moving away for college more and more, even though Mike plans on staying in Hawkins, his mother seems to be dropping hints about her impending divorce every day, and quite frankly, Mike has a big, kinda gross problem that he’s been dealing with lately.
To put it bluntly, Mike likes sex. There might not be anything he likes more, and up until a month ago he’d been having it pretty regularly due to his relationship with El. When she’d come back to Hawkins, the time had just felt right, so Mike had quickly, if a little perfunctorily, started testing the waters. And it had worked.
Since getting to feel that, nearly every day and on the regular, Mike’s right hand just can’t seem to compare, and yes, he knows, it’s been steadily making him more difficult to be around, all jumpy and on edge even when everyone else around him seems to be having an awesome time. He just feels like he’s going crazy.
When the game ends, Mike leaves to let his mom know that they’re gonna be sleeping in the basement tonight, and on his way back stops in the kitchen to chug a glass of water. When he gets back to the basement, Will is sprawled out on the couch, one leg up and tracing the illustrations of a comic issue, probably one that someone had left lying on the floor somewhere during their last get together.
Mike comes to sit in front of the couch, listening to the rain that’s just started up again, a gentle thrumming on the roof. He waits, expecting that Will will eventually say something, something teasing or annoying about Mike being all quiet, but instead he just ignores him. He ignores Mike entirely, too caught up in his apparent mesmerization with whatever’s on that page.
An idea has started to settle into place for Mike.
“Will.” Mike says, drawing his friend’s eyes to him at last.
“Yeah?”
Mike bites his tongue, drawing out the suspense.
Slowly Will seems to get the hint. He sits up. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s just-” Mike huffs, shaking his head. “God, I shouldn’t even be talking about this with you, really.”
Will looks a little amused, but Mike’s gaze is caught, stuck on the necklace he’s wearing around his neck, a simple gold heart nestled against his chest. “Just say it already.” He prompts. “You know I’m not gonna judge.”
“You might.” Mike says, and he really might. So Mike better be right about this, about the way Will’s been looking at him all night. He takes a deep breath, still playing it up. “It’s about the break up.” Mike feels a bit bad opening like this, given that Will has already served more than enough time having Mike cry on his shoulder about this, but it’s the only way he can think of.
Will looks away. “Oh. Yeah. Of course.” He quickly clears his throat. “I mean obviously you can talk to me about that.”
“Thank you.” Mike breathes. “There’s just no one else I feel like I can, especially when it comes to this. It’s just, when me and El were together, we were…. You know…. Like all the time.”
Will laughs, raising an eyebrow in warning. “You better not be talking about sex with my sister right now. ‘Cause Mike, I do not wanna hear about that.”
“I’m not.” Mike whines. “Promise. I was just getting to the part where. Well. I mean… well it just feels so good. Like so good. And now I guess I’ve gone cold turkey, and it sucks. I’m thinking about it constantly, like all the time, and it’s driving me crazy.”
Will’s gone quiet now, staring at Mike. Which means this is either working very well right now, or not at all.
Mike gets a bit more bashful. “Sorry, I know you haven’t experienced any of that stuff. And maybe it’s a little different when you’re… but anyways. When you do, I promise you’re gonna get what I mean. Whenever you… whatever- I guess I don’t really know-”
He feels the moment when Will finally gets it. He’s awkwardly playing with his necklace and struggling to keep eye contact, face all pink. It’s cute. “Sure, I guess. But what do- I mean why are you telling me all this?”
Mike gets up on his knees and starts to crowd in against Will. He looks up at him sweetly, still backing him into the corner of the couch, while his hands come to pin him on both sides of his legs. “Okay so. When you’re inside a girl, it’s like this incredible feeling. All hot and tight, and wet. And I don’t know much about, uh, queers, but I think it’s roughly the same principle. When you get a boyfriend, he’ll want to put it inside, right?”
Will stares down at him in disbelieving wonder. “Mike, what are you actually saying right now? Because-”
“I’m not.” Mike says. “Unless… Unless, you were interested. Just as an experiment, or practice… I promise,” He sounds a little more desperate than he’d like, but it’ll have to do. “I’ll make it good for you.”
“You’ll make it good for me?” Will replies mirthfully, almost like he’s trying not to laugh. “Mike, I don’t think you really want this. You’re not gay, for one thing.”
“It doesn’t bother me.” Mike says. “I mean, I’m not gay, but it doesn’t bother me. I’m just so pent up right now.”
At this Will lets out a little laugh, slightly cruel. “Mike, I know you don’t want this.”
“Why not?” Mike scrunches up his eyebrows, unsure if he’s feeling hurt by the potential rejection, or just more frustrated about not getting his dick wet.
“Why- Jesus, are you gonna make me say it?” Will looks pained, as if searching for a way through a field of razor-sharp wire. There’s a violent flush spreading over his face as Mike draws closer.
“Yeah. I am.” Mike says hotly. “Why?”
“Because, Mike, Jesus.” His hand twitches on his shirt. Mike tracks the movement. “If we did, then I’d want to fuck you. Okay?”
Mike stills. The revelation runs through his body like a static shock.
Will. Wants to fuck him. And that shouldn’t be hot. It really shouldn’t but- Maybe he really has lost it. He feels himself stiffen in his boxers.
“Why were you so sure, anyway, that I was gonna be a bottom?” Will asks, still sounding like he’s on the verge of becoming seriously upset, but Mike’s too shell-shocked to focus on that right now. Maybe it’s a good thing, because, at least for now, Will doesn’t seem to have noticed the change that’s come over Mike.
Mike’s heart is beating faster, his body feels like a live wire. Why? It’s never felt this way with El. Whenever they’d had sex, it’d always been pleasant, sure, but only ever in the way that scratching an itch is, just fulfilling a simple biological function. He’s never felt so… in thrall, at the mere mention of fucking. So why now?
No, it’s not right. Will is so… gentle. And pardon Mike for noticing, but he’s got one hell of an ass, all plush and begging to be squeezed. It seemed so obvious that Will would be the one getting fucked, would be the one all needy and on his knees right now. So why…?
“You really shouldn’t assume, Mike. And besides, you take it for granted that just because men and women both have holes, that you’re magically gonna be okay with fucking a guy, just because of that, even though you’re completely straight. That’s just not how it works.”
His hazel eyes have turned almost wet with emotion. His heart necklace is still glittering, nestled in the curve of his chest, that always fills out those shirts he wears so so fucking good. Mike’s eyes trace over his arms, his neck, up to his lips, and he’s gone. He’s just so fucking horny right now.
“Okay.” Mike whispers.
“Okay, what?” Will’s voice is deeply exasperated.
“You can- You can fuck me,” Mike swallows. “If you want.”
Will’s mouth drops, and Mike instantly zeros in on the movement. They’re still so close, Mike’s about as close as he can get, actually, without getting up off the floor, and is suddenly hyperaware of every place where they’re currently touching, Mike’s hips bracketed in by Will’s legs, Mike’s hands on either side of Will’s thighs.
“Mike.” Will says, and he sounds destroyed already. His hand comes to cup Mike’s face and Mike leans into it, hardly thinking. “Fuck.” Will breathes, realizing. “You really would. You’re practically begging for it.”
At this Mike surges forward, kissing into Will’s mouth. Will lets out a noise of surprise, but Mike’s mind is too stuck on the one track to stop now, climbing up onto the couch with knees between Will’s legs. Eventually Will melts into the kiss, moving his hands over Mike’s waist and settling him further onto his lap. Mike can’t even process how good it feels to be moved around like that, only lets out a startled moan when he feels it.
Mike shoves his tongue further into Will’s mouth, in a way that El had always strongly discouraged, but he’s just too blissed out to even think about it, grinding down into Will’s lap. Will groans and breaks the kiss to breathe, forehead resting against Mike’s. But Mike doesn’t wait long, comes back to kiss along Will’s mouth, and down to his neck, sucking and biting, until a strange inclination takes him and he suddenly takes the gold heart locket into his mouth, swirling around it with his tongue and sucking fiercely, almost possessively.
Will’s hand tangles in his hair, and Mike gasps, releasing the pendant with a string of spit and jolting forward.
“Ah, mmm-”
“You liked that, didn’t you?” Will says. “Like getting your hair pulled? Is that what it’s there for? Something to keep you in line?”
Mike squeezes his eyes shut, resisting the urge to start rocking his hips, chasing friction again. “Fuck. I don’t know. Will, please.”
“Please what?”
“Do something.”
“Do something?” Will teases. “Like what?” He pretends to think about it, hand coming to rest on Mike’s chin. Fingers press into the plushness of Mike’s mouth and he can’t move, is too fucking turned on to even think. “God, you looked so good with my necklace in your mouth.”
Mike breathes hard through his nose. The room feels dizzy with all the trapped heat and humidity, and he doesn't even know how he ended up in this position, straddling Will, their cocks brushing together deliciously practically every time he moves. Only Will’s not letting him move now. He’s only staring up at Mike with those dark, but tender, eyes.
His hand still on Mike’s waist begins to move, slipping under his shirt and pressing to the hot skin of Mike's stomach. Slowly he starts to caress him in lazy circles. Mike shivers.
“You’re so pretty, you know that?” Will says, love-struck. “Especially when your mouth’s full.” He shoves his fingers deeper, nearly gagging Mike. “No longer saying all those stupid things.”
Mike groans, eyes shutting. He involuntarily arches closer, but Will keeps him still with the hand on his hip. The hand starts to slide upwards, and catches on Mike's nipple, who hums and shivers again. He tries to say something, but it comes out all muffled due to Will’s fingers.
“What was that?” Will asks.
More unintelligible speech comes from Mike, and Will laughs softly, taking the fingers out, but not before smearing them in a streak of saliva across Mike’s cheek. “Alright, baby, what do you want?”
“Fuck.” Mike says, panting. “Please, Will, anything. Just touch me.”
“Hmm, okay.” Will says, and continues his slow and thorough exploration of Mike’s skin, one hand gripping his thigh as he slides down over Mike’s ribs.
“No.” Mike gasps out, frustrated. “No, fucking, touch my dick, okay?” Then softer. “Please.”
At this Will just smiles at him, then pulls Mike into a slow and languorous kiss. Mike at first wants to protest, huffing slightly, but then relaxes into the kiss, starting to enjoy the simple movement of their mouths and tongues together, with Will’s hand still drawing circles on his waist. Then he feels it, Will’s other hand dipping under the waist band of his boxers and wrapping around his cock.
Mike has to break the kiss, as hot pleasure wracks through him, moaning perhaps a little too loudly for the fact that it’s still somewhat early, and there are probably family members still awake in his house. He fucks forward into the tightness of Will’s hand, nearly mindless with want.
“Is this how you fuck girls?” Will asks, mockingly. “All hot and tight, and wet. God, you’re sloppy. There’s no rhythm.”
“Nnn.” Mike moans. “No, I-“ He’s dribbling pre-cum, and the slide of Will’s hand is starting to grow wet and loud, filthy. “Will.”
“You still wanna fuck me?” Will says, moving his hand faster. “Think you could make it good?”
“God, yeah. Y-You’re ass, Will. Fuck. I stare at it all the time. Wanna- Wanna touch it, and- Fuck.” Heat is building in his stomach, getting closer and closer to his release thanks to Will’s deft hand.
Will hums. “Maybe I’ll let you some time. Maybe I won’t.” Then his hand suddenly stops, withdrawing. Mike whines in protest, but Will pays it no mind. “Take your shirt off.” He orders.
Mike scrambles to oblige, and when he does, sitting bare-chested in Will’s lap, Will grabs him gently, moving him onto his back on the couch. Will’s shirt follows shortly after, and Mike drinks in all the newly revealed skin. As Will hovers over him, Mike soon realizes something else that’s fun about Will’s heart locket, that it dangles, entrancingly, over Mike as he positions himself over top.
“I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby.” Will mumbles, hand brushing over top of Mike’s briefs. “You gonna let me make you feel good?”
“Yes. Yes. Just do something already.”
“Is that how you ask?” Will says, his pupils are blown wide, hazel hiding behind an eclipse of darkness now, as his eyes rake up and down Mike’s exposed body.
“Fuck. Please, Will, please. Anything.”
Will nods, almost seeming shocked at what he’s managed to draw out of Mike, his face all flushed. He fumbles momentarily, dragging the fabric of Will’s briefs down his legs.
“I love your thighs.” He says, absentmindedly, admiring the pale skin, his hand runs up Mike’s leg and into the dip of his pelvis. Then breathing harder, he wraps his hand back around Mike’s cock. Mike keens. “So pretty here too, and long. Shit.” He starts with a few thorough, flicking strokes. “Are you gonna let me fuck you? Right here in the basement where anyone could hear how good I’m making you feel?”
Mike moans raggedly. He needs Will’s hand faster, now. And he wants- Wants to see Will. He’s just so, so beautiful, and he wants Mike, wants to fuck him.
“Will. Take- Take out your dick. Right now.”
Will laughs, actually almost giggles- the sound light and bubbly, and filling up Mike’s chest warmly. “Needy, huh?” He reaches down, wincing as he finally adjusts himself, and pulls his aching cock out. He’s been hard this whole time, Mike’s felt it, but seems to have been neglecting it some. Will lets out a bit-off whine as he gives it a few strokes, showing off.
His cock is a bit shorter than Mike’s, but fuller, and turned a pretty dusty pink with arousal. And maybe Mike shouldn’t, but he really really wants to touch it, to feel it.
“What? Like- Like what you see?” Will asks. “Wanna feel it, stretching you open, sweetheart?”
Mike throws his head back, needs to stay very very still and focused if he doesn’t want to blow right now.
“Do it. Just do it already.” Mike instructs, hiding his face behind his hands and spreading his legs wider. “Wanna- Yeah, I wanna feel it.”
“Slut.” Will says, in a honeyed voice. “You’d let me do anything right now. You love it.” But his hand moves in compliance with Mike’s request, and Mike takes a sharp intake of breath as he feels Will’s fingers ghost over his hole for the first time.
“Okay, you’re gonna have to relax for me? Got it?” Will says, swirling around the rim, he leans over Mike, lips attaching to his neck and sucking. “I’ll take it slow.” He promises, whispering against the sensitive skin. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
Mike nods, jerking his head up and down. It’s actually real now. He still wants it badly, wants Will any way he can have him, but he’s nervous also. He hadn’t been expecting to have anything up his ass today. The reality of it is just now starting to set in through the haze of his heat-addled brain.
Slowly, he feels the insertion of a digit, it’s stretching, feels too full and too much pressure at once. Mike grits his teeth as Will begins to move, free hand smoothing over his side soothingly. The burn of the stretch steadily begins to fade though, and while it doesn’t exactly become pleasurable, it becomes bearable, a strange and numb sort of push and pull feeling, and anyways, Mike’s busy enjoying the attention Will gives to other parts of his body. Touches on his sides, across the hardened nubs of his nipples, which makes him writhe, and even a few refocusing thrusts of his hand over Mike’s weeping cock. The process repeats with a second, and then a third finger.
“Will- It has to be good now.” Mike grunts. “I’m ready.”
“No, not quite-“ Mike feels Will’s fingers start to search, curling and stroking. His brow is furrowed, caught up in a purpose Mike doesn’t quite understand- isn’t this it? “I know I can-“
And then Mike feels it, a scorching feeling in his stomach that causes him to arch up, mouth opening in a wordless gasp.
“There it is.” Will says, grinning and satisfied with himself. Smug bastard, Mike thinks. “Fuck, was that good, Mike?”
“So- So-“ Mike trembles. Then hurriedly. “Can you make that happen again?”
“I can make it happen as many times as you want, once I have you on my cock.”
Will reaches down, slicking a hand over his cock, and sighs. “Can’t believe I get to have you like this. So pretty, so perfect. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, every time you bumped my elbow with yours, or put a hand on my shoulder, all I was thinking about was how it’d feel to touch you everywhere else, to make you a moaning mess for me. I didn’t think you’d want it this bad though, that you'd come to me practically begging like this.”
Mike is speechless, genuinely speechless for once. He feels hot to his ears, and his back pressed to the couch cushion is sickeningly slick with his sweat. It’s gross, but also so incredibly hot, the way their sweaty bodies rub against each other.
“Ready?” Will asks, hesitating. And it’s as if he thinks Mike might still seriously back out now, even after he’s already been moaning on Will’s fingers like a whore. It’s a little ridiculous, and causes Mike to let out a little bated laugh.
“Will, I need you. So bad right now.” Mike says, in no uncertain terms.
And with that Will groans, stiffening up. Mike watches, starstruck and helpless to do anything about it, as Will comes, face twisting up and release shooting out to paint Mike’s thighs in pearly emission.
“Did- Did you just?” Mike asks, although really he needs no confirmation. “Untouched?” He raises an eyebrow.
“Shut up.” Will whispers, eyes still closed. “Damn it. You were just- And saying all that with a straight face, it’s not fair, okay?”
Mike wants to burst out laughing and start teasing the fuck out of Will, but hesitates, he’s still so goddamn horny right now, and can’t risk getting on Will’s bad side. Besides, he does understand, they are still a pair of horny teenagers messing around for the first time after all. “Well- um.”
“Yeah. Of course. Sorry.” Will says, still catching his breath. “I can- I’ll help you with that.” He reaches down to take care of Mike also.
Mike sighs approvingly, hips starting to rock back and forth to feed into the movement being made by Will’s hand. After a moment, something occurs to him, watching the pink head of his cock dipping in and out of Will’s hand. He reaches down, mind hazy and lustful, hardly even thinking about what he’s doing, to scoop up some of the come still collected on his thigh from Will’s orgasm. Will’s hand gets brushed out of the way for a moment, as Mike smears it over his cock, head immediately tilting back from the new, wetter feeling.
“Jesus, Mike.” Will winces. His dick seems to be flagging back to life, almost, at the sight of his own come coating Mike’s cock, the wet and sloppy sounds being made and the sight of Mike’s blissed out face, mouth hanging open.
“Think you-“ Mike begins, the end of his request dying on his lips, although the mere idea is already sending his horny mind into a tailspin of need and desire.
“Fuck, honestly, if you just gave me a few more minutes. I really could.”
Mike starts to slow down his movements, gritting his teeth. “Alright. Yeah.” He whispers breathily.
A few minutes later, barely four and a half really. Just Mike lazily touching himself, and the two of them making out heatedly, and Mike finally gets what he wants. Will’s hard cock starts to drag along his leg.
“I’m gonna, yeah-“ Will says, and maneuvers Mike, moving him onto his knees, with his elbows poised on the arm of the couch. He admires for a moment, and then Mike feels him, curving over Mike’s spine, and his cock pressing up against his entrance slowly.
Mike moans and presses back, eager for any skin on skin contact. And truthfully, he also just loves the way the necklace drags metallically along his back, as Will nearly wraps himself over Mike.
“Yeah? Want it, baby?” Will asks, but his words are all out of focus, as if he’s hardly even paying attention to what’s coming out of his mouth anymore.
Mike must make an affirmative sound of some kind, because soon Will starts fucking into him. It’s a gradual drag at first, just letting Mike get used to it. Mike feels it like fire, lighting up every sensitive nerve as Will’s cock spears him open. But pretty soon he starts to adjust, and even starts to become caught up in the fever of it, pushing back to meet Will’s first hesitant thrusts.
Will’s fingers bite into Mike’s hips as he moans. He must be starting to forget to be gentle, and it’s raising Mike’s temperature to infinity to think about.
“Ah, Mike mmm.” Will says and starts to pick up the pace, slamming into Mike in earnest, who has to strengthen his grip on the couch just to stay up, broken uhn uhn sounds falling out of his mouth.
After a while Will starts talking to him again, but Mike can hardly attend to it, given that he seems to have finally figured out the right angle to find that spot inside Mike every time, lighting him up, and causing him to shake and moan loudly. “You ever make any of those girls sound like this? Huh, baby? I really doubt it. God, it’s like you were made for this, made to be fucked. So pretty and willing, and shit, so annoying too, but I love it.”
Mike keens, feeling his balls start to draw up tight. He’s so close to coming, if Will just keeps going like this, hitting all those sensitive spots.
“I’m gonna- Oh Mike, baby, I think-“
“Yeah, please. Fuck. Do it.” Mike encourages. “I’m, ah, so close too.”
But before he can feel Will come, he feels a hand pressing his back downwards, changing the angle. Suddenly Mike’s seeing stars with each punishing thrust. He nearly screams, but thankfully it’s muffled in the crook of his elbow.
“So loud.” Will hisses. And Mike can practically sense the drilling stare he sends over at the basement door, as his thrusts lighten up, becoming deeper and more drawn out. But the angle is perfect, and Mike is starting to come apart underneath him.
With a few more strokes, and Will moving his hand to give Mike relief right where he needs it, Mike tenses up, voice crescendoing as Will continues to fuck him deeply through his orgasm, his sweaty chest and the imprint of his heart necklace pressing to Mike’s equally sweaty back. Mike’s legs are wobbling as he comes down, and a hand around Mike’s stomach is all he has to hold him up.
Eventually he hears it, Will’s little whines and groans as he pulls his hand over his cock from behind Mike, looking down on him, and after a few more moments Mike hears a sharp breath and feels his lower back being painted with release, shivering at the feeling.
After a while, Mike’s brain finally switches back on, just in time for Will to toss him his shirt from the floor, which Mike uses to wipe away the come on his back and stomach before he promptly collapses back onto the couch.
That night, after a short intermission of napping on the couch, the two of them stay up talking for hours. About everyone’s plans to leave Hawkins, and where they think all their friends might end up, about the gate being closed and how uncertain and scary it all still feels, even though they know logically that everyone’s safe now, finally. They even talk for a while about how Mike feels about the fact that he knows that his parents are getting divorced soon, and how disappointing it is that they won’t just come out and admit it to him and his siblings.
Mike falls asleep that night to his own abstract imaginings about what art school will be like for Will, once he leaves Hawkins and goes to New York. It’s a pleasant dream, with Will finally getting out of their nothing town and making something of himself in the art world, of living finally without the fear that’s been hanging over his head since he was twelve years old.
He likes that dream, and especially the part where Mike randomly shows up in New York, because of course he does. It’s a book tour or meeting up with a certain publishing house, maybe just for a few days but it’s enough.
The part that matters in these stories of his is that they always somehow end up back together, no matter how far apart they grow.
Even if, logically, Mike knows that’s not how this works, not in the real world.