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The smell of cheap liquor, mixed perfumes, and sweat. A smell most hated, but Will Byers lived for. There was nothing as refreshing as attending classes during the week, with the knowledge that there would be a party to attend on Friday. Just simply knowing that the failing or the passing of the exams won't matter once a cup of vodka consumes your every thought was one feeling every college student enjoyed. Well, most college students.
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Will rushed through the hallway, not wasting a moment before he made way into his shared apartment and slung his backpack to the ground. His nose was immediately hit with the smell of vanilla and coffee, the familiar scent of home.
As he made his way into the kitchen, he noticed Lucas leaning against the wall, phone resting loosely in his hand as he spoke through a playful smile. "Mkay, babe. I'll see you soon, yeah?" Lucas said softly, remaining on the phone for a few seconds until clicking it into its holder.
Will grinned, "I take it Max will be in attendance?" Lucas looked at Will, playful smile morphing into a knowing smirk. "Maybe, what's it to you, Byers?" he questioned.
"Hmm," Will sighed in response, finger tugging on his lip as he feigned consideration for a few seconds before softly speaking, "I feel like having fun tonight."
"All yours, you know how it goes," Lucas chuckled in response.
"Do I now? Has it really happened that often?" Will questioned, "You come in and take your girlfriend back once your cock is suffering the pain of your erection as you watch my tongue down your girlfriend's throat?" Will questions, head tilting to the side, fake innocence playing on his face.
Lucas makes his way out of the kitchen, throwing his head over his shoulder as he enters his room, shouting out, "You know me too well, Will Byers," before shutting his door.
Will rolls his eyes at his painfully freaked-out roommate before making his way to his own room to prepare for the party. Upon entering, he skipped around his bedroom, going from closet to bed, bed to closet, closet to mirror.
He had already planned an outfit plenty of days in advance. What kind of party addict wouldn't? His clothing was simple, consisting of smaller elements to make the look whole. He wore loosely fitting, typical blue jeans, a fitted black long-sleeve, and an almost too perfectly fitting graphic tee. A silver locket hung loosely around his neck, bringing out the silver glitter he had put around his eyes.
He was aware of how he looked—how it varied from the norm. But after attending nearly every party on campus, you quickly learn that nobody really cares about your appearance. What matters is the energy you bring (or the bottle if it's good enough).
Taking one more look in the mirror, Will gave himself a nod before heading out of his room and getting ready to begin his journey to the biggest party of the year.
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On the opposite side of the apartment complex, Dustin had been begging his friend to step outside of their four walls and possibly gain an experience he could use as a story time or a fun fact one day.
Of course, this friend was none other than Mike Wheeler.
If there was one thing Mike Wheeler hated more than himself, it was the idea of a social event. Especially, a party.
The idea of sweating bodies pressed together, cheap beer reeking the air around him, and overly dramatic personalities surrounding him for hours on end sounded absolutely horrifying. Like genuinely, who could want to put themselves into a situation where a musty stranger had their arms up, drunkenly swinging their body odor everywhere. Definitely not Mike Wheeler. Not ever, not in a million years-
"Mike, come on!" Dustin exclaims, throwing his hands up and interrupting his previous train of thought, "You never know! You might be able to test out that thing you've been talking to me about recently." To this, Mike's shoulders tensed.
The thing that Mike had been wondering about recently was his sexuality. He was always slightly aware of the fact that he was different; he always just assumed it was part of being the biggest nerd to ever walk the planet. But as of the past month, he began to notice himself staring at the guys he saw walking around campus. Specifically, the way their muscles flexed against their clothing, or the plumpness of their glowing red lips in the cold fall.
He made the "mistake" of telling Dustin about his recent hobby, staring at men, that is, to which Dustin told him he might be bisexual.
Liking both? Mike questioned. There's absolutely no way. He's always liked women, wanted to kiss them, and touch their bodies. However, as soon as he pictured himself with another woman, images of a male figure pressed against his would enter his mind (resulting in nothing but a cold shower).
Yeah, no way in hell he could go to a party with this mindset.
"I'll get my friends to play one of your D&D campaigns!" Dustin blurted. He had been trying to offer anything, quite literally his own soul at some point, just for Mike to agree to one singular public outing.
This suggestion, in particular, however, piqued the lanky boy's interest.
Mike stood there, arms across his chest, considering what this could mean for him. He did want people to join him in his campaign. And yes, maybe Dustin was right. Maybe it wouldn't be a horrible idea to get out of the house and find his way into a small confined space with his body rocking into another.
He glanced down at his outfit: worn black Converse, black cargo pants, studded belt, band t-shirt, wrist decked in some of his best jewelry, and he had painted his nails black the day before. Oh, and he tried out something he saw his classmate refer to as guyliner. He looked back up at Dustin before sighing, "Fuck it."
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As expected, cheap alcohol, a variety of perfumes and colognes, and body odor filled the air around. Mike sighed, already having lost Dustin within the first five minutes of their arrival. Seriously, what kind of friend leaves you as soon as you arrive at a party? That aside, Mike had made a promise to himself that tonight was about fun and letting go. Maybe for once in his life, he shouldn't have a stick up his ass and complain about the smallest of occurrences.
He walked around for a few minutes before finding himself in the kitchen, surrounded by bottles of alcohol he didn't know existed before tonight. None of it really looked appealing, but as he said, he was going to let go. With that thought lingering in his mind, he grabbed a red solo cup and a clear bottle of god knows what. He poured it into the cup, filling it halfway before deciding he wanted to add whatever the mystery punch was that lay before him.
Taking a swig of his drink, he was pleasantly surprised. His tongue tingled at the burning sensation of what could only be described as spicy pineapple. He wasn't sure what he was consuming, but he couldn't deny that it tasted like heaven. He quickly chugged the cup before fixing himself another and resuming his trip around the house.
It was a nice home, not a mansion, but compared to the homes back in Hawkins, it very well could've been. The entrance was beautiful. There was a walkway that settled over a low pool of water, something Mike didn't even know was possible. As for the porch, there wasn't much of it, but there was just enough room for a small group of six to be passing around a joint. Large windows accompanied the front of the home, displaying the lights that had flashed within. Currently, the lights were slowly fading into purple and blue, leaving a beautiful glow amongst every inch of skin visible.
Mike wasn't sure what was happening to him, but as he entered the dance floor—everyone had his attention.
There was a tall, messy-haired brunette, wearing a tightly fitting top that seemed to hug his muscular build in all the right places. With him, he saw a shorter ginger, her alternative skater girl aesthetic matching his perfectly. These two were meant to party. He watched as the stranger's hands gripped the girl's waist, pulling her closer, his hips grinding firmly against her body. She seemed to like it, pushing her body forward in response as her arms found themselves locked around his neck, urging his face to come closer. And it did. Their lips molded together, almost like they were meant for each other.
Mike froze—all he could do was watch.
Their hips grinding against one another, tempo increasing with the song as their lips can't seem to separate. There's a noticeable moment where the girl's lips part open, the brunette's tongue slipping into her mouth, presumably fighting hers for dominance. Her fingers draw patterns on his neck and into her hair, slightly tugging on it—Mike swallowing thickly at the thought. His hand slides down her waist, gripping her bottom that molds to his hand like a missing puzzle piece.
He's not sure how long he's been noticed, but he makes eye contact with the guy, seeing his lips quirk into a smirk as he notices Mike's expression. The brunette proceeds to kiss the girl in front of him, not daring to break eye contact once. He's not sure what possessed him to do so, but he found himself walking closer to the pair, stopping in front of them seconds after their lips tore apart.
The ginger looks up, noticing the new person standing in front of her. She only smiles before grabbing Mike's wrist and pulling him in between the two. Despite being utterly confused, he slips in perfectly—his body facing the girl and his back pressed firmly against the brunette. A familiar song begins to play, tempo much slower than the last. Disco funk instrumentals fill the air.
He felt the boy's hands grip his waist softly, rocking it side to side as the girl wrapped her arms around his neck and began to softly sway against him. Mike's whole body flinched at the sudden touches, his shoulders noticeably tensing.
"Just relax, baby," he heard the boy speaking, his voice smooth, rich, almost too luxurious to believe. "Feel the music," he spoke once more.
I see the fires burning, fires burning brighter now
Maybe it was the alcohol hitting his system, the warmth of bodies on either side of him, or the feeling that he's been holding back so long threatening to spill out, but he did exactly as told. His body began to grind, both against the girl and the boy, his lips meeting the girl's halfway as a slow, playful kiss found its way to them. He felt the boy's grip on his hips grow firmer, his body beginning to hit Mike's in a way that only made his thoughts grow wilder.
"There you go," Mike felt warmth bless his ear before he felt the brunette's teeth nibble at his earlobe. The girl slipped her fingers into Mike's curls, tugging softly at the roots. He's not sure what it was, but a noise escaped his lips, allowing the ginger to push her tongue into his mouth, Mike quickly subsiding to her dominance.
Don't stop when you hear me calling
Despite his eyes being closed, he felt them roll to the back of his head as he felt the biting on his ear get more intense. At the same time, he felt the slight tugging and sucking of his tongue as it entered the girl's mouth, finally finding the courage to fight her back. Mike's body was overcome with pleasure, all the thoughts in his brain flowing straight down to his dick.
Don't stop when you hear me shout out
Fire in my heart
At some point, the girl had pulled away, giggling as her fingers left Mike's hair and dragged down across his face, tugging on his lips. He saw her mouth moving as a fit, dark-skinned boy was gently tugging at her wrist, an all too relatable glint of heat in his eyes, but not the angry kind. The kind of heat that made his heart skip a beat when they made quick eye contact before he slipped away with the girl.
Don't stop when you hear me calling
Don't stop when you hear me shout out
Fire in my heart
Mike's head fell back, resting on the boy's shoulder as he finally got an up and close look at his face. His Adam's apple was poking out of his fair-skinned neck, and his cheeks had a dark red glow to them. His lips were swollen, a result of the kissing that had taken place prior. He had the softest hazel eyes, yet they were piercing Mike's skin as he took into account his dilated pupils. The sight of him made Mike swallow dry and harshly, the noise not going unnoticed as the brunette raised an eyebrow.
I know you′re hypnotizing, fantasizing, hypnotizing
"Wanna go somewhere, mm, more secluded?" The words flew out of the boy's mouth with such ease, Mike could've sworn he felt his dick twitch at the implications. With no need for words, Mike lifted his head and gave the boy a nod. Without a wasted second, Mike felt fingers interlocked around his own as he was led through the maze of a party.
The walk to somewhere, anywhere, seemed to be taunting. All the rooms on the first floor were locked, including the bathrooms and storage closet. They made their way up the stairs, making the smallest of small talk there possibly was. While venturing, Mike learned that the brunette's name was Will, he was an art major, and they were the same age (though Will was slightly younger).
The girl that they had been dancing with was named Max, and the boy she left with was her long-term boyfriend—their relationship spanning from middle school to the present, aka junior year of college. Mike was confused about why his tongue was down the throat of a girl as her boyfriend watched them make out, but he had no complaints.
Who was he to shame other people's interest when all he wanted to do was fuck this brunette boy, Will, until the only thing that could come out of his sly mouth was the screaming of Mike's name.
The fabric around his crotch grew tighter with the swelling of his dick.
Finally, Will found an empty room. He walked in, Mike trailing behind him like his personal puppy, closing the door and finishing off the motion with the locking of it. Not even two seconds later, Will pushed Mike against the door, lips crashing against his own. Mike let out a sound of content, his hands flying to Will's waist, pulling him against his own.
Their mouths fell into the perfect rhythm, melting together as marshmallows do in a fresh mug of hot chocolate. Mike licked Will's lips, Will's mouth falling open to allow room for Mike's forceful tongue to enter his mouth. He was hungry; he felt electricity running through his veins. A sensation so powerful—weakening had never consumed his being in this way before.
Will bit down on Mike's lip, plump skin sinking in between his teeth as he pulled away with a pop. "Have you ever been with a guy before?" Will questioned as he began to walk backwards to the bed, pulling on Mike's chain in the process.
Mike's breath hitched as his chain tightened around the back of his neck, "N-no," he managed to get out as he and Will fell into the mattress, internally sighing at how timid he sounded.
To this, Will smirked. "Well," he began, hands falling to Mike's crotch, hand resting on the slowly pulsating tent in his pants, "There's a first time for everything, yeah?" Mike didn't even attempt to respond, head eagerly nodding twice in response.
Will sat up, sitting face-to-face with Mike. He inched forward, his breath sending a chill down his body. "Just follow my lead, puppy," Will whispered as he pulled down the waistband of Mike's cargo pants and boxers in one swift motion. His cock twitched at the feeling of Will's cold hands softly wrapping around it, his fingers circling in on Mike's tip as he spread the precum that had begun to leak over his dick, wetting it to allow for cleaner motions.
Mike's head fell back; Will wasted no time in jerking off his dick.
What began as slow and teasing for a few seconds quickly advanced to swift wrist movements. It seemed like Will considered taking it slow at first, but as soon as Mike whimpered out his name, something had unlocked within him. His other hand found its way into his jeans, pumping his own cock at the same pace he did Mike's.
The room that once only consisted of muffled music now contained the slapping of hands against skin and the increasingly louder whimpers and rushed panting that escaped their lips.
For a second, Mike heard the lyrics of the song echoing softly into the room.
I wanna stay here ′til the morning light
Can't take no criticizing, criticizing gets me down
Will moaned out into Mike's ear, the sound sending a strike straight into his penis that twitched at the unfamiliarly beautiful noise. "Lie back," Mike managed to rush out to Will, who did just as he said, his head falling back into the bed. Will's hand left Mike's and his own's cock, arms locking around Mike's neck as he pulled him down into another passionately rushed kiss. Mike groaned as he felt the brunette's fingers slip into his hair, tugging at his roots; a feeling Mike discovered earlier that he enjoyed thoroughly.
Pulling away from the kiss, he lowered his hips down, his left hand following to lift Will's up slightly. He raised his right hand to Will's mouth, "Spit," he demanded. Will raised his head, mouth wrapping around his bony fingers, immediately finding his rhythm as he sucked on the entirety of Mike's fingers. Mike pushed them deeper; the tips of his fingers rubbed the back of Will's throat, causing him to gag at the feeling.
Will pulled back from the boy's fingers with a pop before allowing the saliva that had pooled into his mouth to fall out onto Mike's hand.
Mike's eyes burned holes into Will's as he brought his hand to his own mouth, spitting into it before wrapping it around both of their throbbing members.
Unlike Will, Mike was taking his time. He began painfully slow, taking what felt like years to go from the base of their cocks and back to their leaking tips. The slow movements continued, earning broken gasps and moans of complaint from Will. He tried to buck his hips forward, Mike's hand pushing down on his hip, forcing the boy down.
"It's your time to follow my lead," Mike spoke out between slow grunts, "I'm going to take my time with you, puppy," the name now being used against Will. He whined in response as if to complain, even though Mike felt his dick twitch at the pet name.
Mike teased the idea of pumping them with more speed, slowing right back down as soon as he noticed the light that would find its way back into the brunette's eye.
Having enough, Will's fingers wrapped around the metal hanging around Mike's neck, harshly pulling on it until his ear was against Will's lips. "F-fuck Mike, please, I n-need more," Will struggled to speak through the whine in his voice.
Having his warmth encapsulate his ear once more as he listened to the boy beg gave Mike all he needed to quickly start jerking their dicks together. His hips were moving back and forth; Will's back arching at the new feeling. He began to nibble at Mike's ear, letting out moans of pleasure whenever Mike's fingers would graze his aching tip.
Don't stop when you hear me calling
Don't stop when you hear me shout out
Fire in my heart
He wasn't sure when, but at some point, his hand that once rested upon Will's hip found its way in his mouth as the boy's mouth satisfied itself with the sucking of Mike's fingers. Maybe it was the music, the alcohol settling into his system, or the overwhelming pleasure that Mike had gathered from this new experience, but it was driving him insane. He was beginning to have thoughts he had never once considered.
Mike's whole body ached with a new desire, one coming from nowhere logical. A burning passion to watch the boy bleed onto him.
Mike pulled his fingers out with the familiar popping noise, replacing his fingers with his tongue, swirling around Will's. He pulled back momentarily, looking into Will's hazel eyes with a hint of something that hadn't been there before.
"Is it okay if I bite you?" Mike asked, words barely intelligible. Will breathed out, surprised at the sudden questions, "Like...hard?"
"Hard," Mike responded, "Like really hard."
"Please"
If Mike hadn't any sense of control, he would've finished on the spot.
Mike gently tugged on the skin at Will's lips before putting all his force into biting down, pinching the familiar skin. He let out what sounded like a wince, broken by a pleasurable moan that slipped from his mouth at the same time. Mike wasted no time, finding himself doing it yet again—attempting to bite harder than the last time. The process continued until Mike felt the taste of something salty, metallic even.
Will's blood.
Mike pulled back, looking over Will's face before letting out a disbelieving sigh, "Fuck you're hot." Will's eyebrow twitched, raising in question, "My mouth covered in blood is hot?"
"Gorgeous even," Mike spoke out, silence hugging the two for a moment before Will spoke up, "You're thinking of something, I can tell."
"I...I-it's going to sound weird, okay?" Mike said, glancing to the side of the room, avoiding Will's face at all means necessary.
Will giggled, "Just say it, Mike."
"I don't know...It's just I," he sighed, looking back at Will before continuing, "You're just beautiful—especially your lips, and I don't know, I just want to see your mouth full of and your lips dripping blood onto my dick."
"So fuck my mouth then, baby," Will's response was instant, his velvety voice unlocking a fire within his eyes.
Mike moved his hips closer to the boy's face, pushing him back onto the bed as his fingers found their way on his lip, pulling his mouth open. Mike took hold of his dick, pumping it a few times before lowering it into Will's mouth.
Will took his length with ease. Mike began to rock his hips back and forth slowly, allowing Will time to adjust to the new feeling (though it was evident that Will knew what he was doing). He glanced at Will's lips as he watched blood fall from them, finding its way onto his cock. Upon seeing the sight, Mike thrusted his hips faster, harder, deeper. With each thrust, he hit the back of Will's throat, tears of pleasure beginning to pool into the brunette's eyes.
Will's hand reached down, grasping his own member as he began to jerk himself off. Moans were pooling at his throat, as was Mike's tip, the pleasure all causing him to only pump faster. With all that Will was feeling, he somehow managed to miss Mike's thumb rubbing circles around his nipple, pinching at times when Will's body would arch into the pleasure. He was enjoying this experience, his body engulfed in the heat of a passionate hook-up.
"Fuck puppy, I'm so close," Mike spoke out through the whimpers and moans that hadn't stopped spilling out of his mouth. He felt Will's whole body react to the words, only causing him to feel everything so much more.
Throughout all the pleasure, Mike opened his eyes (that he hadn't even realized were closed) to look down at the boy underneath him. His hair was glued to his forehead via sweat, his closed eyes spilling tears, his whole face red in the heat of their bodies pressed together. Then there were his lips. God, his lips. Despite being so perfect, Mike wanted to do nothing more than watch them gush out the beautiful maroon that his blood was.
And he was. He watched as his red-coated tip would slide out of Will's tight mouth, then slam right back into his throat. He felt his body grow weak, his thoughts cloudy.
All of a sudden, he wasn't staring at a random brunette he met at a party; he was staring at bliss. Everything he had been subconsciously searching for was beneath him, accepting every physical piece of him. Mike hadn't felt this way about anyone in a long time, since middle school at least, but there was something so extraordinary about this moment. The chances of this becoming love were slim to nothing, yet that wasn't making Mike enjoy it any less.
Mike's thrust slowed as he drew his hips back and moaned out loudly as he came on Will's chest, the boy's orgasm following immediately with the same pleasurable noise.
It hadn't really occurred to Mike that this was a stranger. He knew his name, age, and major—but what else? His knees gave out, falling next to Will on the bed.
Their chests rose, falling immediately back down as all they could do was breathe.
"Fuck, that really just happened," Mike was first to break the silence.
"Yeah, it did, pretty boy," the name rolled off Will's tongue with ease, sending a wave of shivers down his body. "I saw a bathroom on the way in here, I'm gonna go clean up, mkay?"
Mike nodded his head, "Would you like my help?"
"Mm, I prefer to do so alone, but thanks for offering," Will spoke, getting off the bed and sliding the sticky shirt off his body, folding it in his hands. He made his way to the door, stopping when Mike spoke.
"See you around?" He asked, voice soft. His eyes began to flutter shut, a wave of exhaustion and post-nut high hitting him like a train.
"I'll be back in a few minutes, silly," Will spoke softly with a small chuckle. He glanced out into the room, and upon seeing an empty hallway, made his way to the bathroom he spoke of. Mike smiled, a hum escaping his lips. He pulled his boxers and pants up, fixing the button of his cargo pants as he lay comfortably beneath the comforter of the bed. His first male hookup—hell, his first college hookup. A thought lingered in the back of his mind, scared to let it become a reality.
Maybe it was the 'alcohol in his system', the music in the background, or the fire that had lit up his heart tonight. He didn't want it to be a hookup. He wanted more; he wanted to know who Will was, who his odd friends were, why he chose this college, and why he's an art major. He wanted to see what gave him the confidence to dress the way he did, and teach Mike how to become as comfortable in his skin as Will seemed to be. Will said he would be back soon—once he cleaned up. Maybe that meant they could stay up and talk, reflect on what brought them together that night. The least Mike could do was stay up a little longer, at least until Will entered the room again.
His eyes began to falter once more, sleepiness overcoming the alcohol that had long settled in his system. Just a little longer, he told himself. He'll be back. He found himself repeating that thought a few times. Deep down, he knew the alcohol was long out of his system, and he couldn't blame it anymore. He let himself succumb to the sleep that his body so badly craved.
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Upon waking up that morning, Mike was feeling a lot. He was in a random bed, his skin felt disgusting because of the sweat that still lingered on his body, and he had a headache that was pushing against his head as if it were a thought trying to physically escape. But despite all those things, the first thing he noticed was how cold his body felt. Despite being under a navy blue comforter, he felt like he was missing something, someone.
It didn't take him long to recognize that the cold was the lack of a certain brunette boy who had never returned last night.