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“Try it, come on. You never know.” Will holds the eyeliner pencil teasingly close. They had only gone makeup shopping to find stuff for El’s birthday, but Will just couldn’t help himself.
“Will, I am not wearing that shit.” Mike grabs it and puts it back on the shelf.
“Doesn’t hurt to try.” Will smiles. “And I think it would be cute.”
“You will never catch me wearing makeup.”
“As your boyfriend I command you to—” Will begins to say.
“Will! You’re being loud. Someone is going to hear.”
“You mean someone will hear my boyfriend being evil.”
“Just because I say no to eyeliner does not make me evil.” Mike can’t help but grin.
“What if I do something in return?” Will offers.
“Like what?” For a moment, Mike genuinely starts to question his stance
“Anything you want.” Will grabs the eyeliner again.
“Anything? Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
Mike smiles. “You have to promise to have a movie night with me. I get to pick every movie and you have to stay awake the entire time. No exceptions.”
“Alright, fine.”
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Mike drives Will back to his childhood house (yes, he still lives with his parents, and no, he doesn’t like to talk about it) with Nirvana blasting in the car. As soon as he’s parked, Will is dragging Mike by the arm to his bedroom.
“It’s time,” Will says as he pushes Mike in the room and locks the door.
“I can’t believe I even said yes to this.”
“You can’t take it back now.” Will takes the plastic wrapping off the pencil and sits in front of Mike on his bed.
“I don’t remember saying you get to do it.” Mike bites his smile away.
“I pay for it, I do it.” Will says sternly.
“God, I’m such a suck up for you.” Mike laughs.
“Yeah you seem to suck me up a lot.” Will teases.
“Just put the damn makeup on.”
Will carefully brings the pencil up to Mike’s eye and holds it shut with his other hand. Still, he just can’t seem to get it right. The angle—it has to be the angle.
“Mike, I can’t do it at this angle. You need to like, lean back against the bed frame or something.”
Mike scooches his way to the frame and relaxes his head back. His neck is so vulnerable—so kissable—Will has to literally hold himself back.
“I think that’s better.” Will crawls over and balances on his knees. He tries again, but still can’t seem to figure it out.
Will quickly sits on Mike’s lap and starts the black lines before the curly haired boy can make any erotic joke about it. He traces along the very edges of Mike’s waterline and tries to stay as still as possible. It’s difficult when you’re sitting on a man practically panting for you to touch him.
“You better be glad I’m an artist, babe.” Will speaks gently.
“Call me babe one more time and I will be forced to make out with you viciously.”
“And that’s a threat, how exactly?” Will laughs.
“Shut up and make me pretty, artist.”
Will adds the finishing touches to Mike’s eyes. Something is still missing.
“Mike, is it wrong if we borrow one of El’s presents and then put it back?”
“Absolutely.”
“Too bad.” Will gets up and goes to the plastic bag full of makeup and snacks. He searches until he finds a bottle labeled “Volumizing Mascara.”
“Will?” Mike looks over.
“Be patient, pretty boy.” Will sits back on top of Mike’s lap. “Open your eyes.”
“I don’t trust this method.”
“Babe,” Will says. Mike obeys like a dog, opening his eyes and looking up so Will has total freedom over the application. “Blink a few times. Slowly please.”
Mike blinks and the mascara begins to apply. Will then moves to the bottom lashes and gently dabs on just a tiny bit. It’s absolutely fucking beautiful.
“You called me a pretty boy.” Mike grins wide.
“Was that okay?” Will asks gently. Mike’s hand begins to inch up Will’s thigh.
“I really liked it. You should say it more.” Mike’s hand pauses right before it reaches Will’s hip. He circles his thumb on his inner thigh. It makes Will weak in his stomach.
“My pretty boy, all dolled up for me.” Will traces the back of his finger along Mike’s cheek. “Just for my eyes only.”
“Fuck, Will.” Mike turns and kisses Will’s finger. Will takes it as an opportunity to slip the finger inside his mouth. Mike’s tongue licks as he sucks on it. When he lets go, Will brings the finger to his own mouth and sucks. It’s so sexual that Mike just completely folds underneath his boyfriend.
“What does my pretty boy want next? Should I braid your beautiful hair? Put some lipstick on you? Kiss you breathless?”
“Last option. Please. Now.” Mike says between pants.
“Yeah? What else do you want? Give me words, baby.” Will moves even closer, as if that’s possible.
“I want to suck you until you’re whimpering my name.”
“No one’s home, you know. You can do whatever you want to me.” Will brushes a black curl back.
“Switch with me.” Mike commands. Will does not hesitate to switch places with him. He also takes no time to undress. Mike helps but really it’s just an excuse to touch Will all over.
“My pretty Mike. You’re so beautiful, baby.” Will tugs him on top by his shirt. Mike slides his tongue in immediately as they kiss. Will opens his mouth wide and allows the messy kiss to escalate further and further until he feels himself hardening. “Please, baby.”
“Needy.” Mike teases with a sinful smirk. He bends down and takes the tip into his mouth, licking gently over the slit. Will jerks at the feeling. “Sensitive today, I see.” Mike takes a mouthful of Will’s dick and pushes himself forward until he’s gagging.
“Fuck, like that” Will thrusts his hips without even realizing, and Mike’s eyes begin to water.
Mike bobs his head back and forth countless times, sometimes pulling off to focus on the tip some more. When Will starts to pull his hair, he moans with the full length practically down his throat. The vibrations make Will go nuts.
“Mike, fuck fuck fuck.” His jaw drops as he struggles to let out his breath. He pushes Mike’s head quickly back and forth. “Look at me, baby. I want to see you.”
Mike looks up through his black eye makeup and Will almost explodes on the spot. He succeeds in holding it in just a little longer, not wanting to ruin this by ending too fast. The black haired boy still stares deeply, his eyes deep into Will’s. Will can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t look away. Heat rises all over his body.
Mike grabs Will’s length and taps it on his tongue he has flattened out. With his pupils glaring through his black eyelashes, he refuses to break eye contact as he licks a long stripe all the way around Will’s balls and then up to the tip. He pauses, then kisses it. Fucking kisses it. Will’s body jerks with his overstimulation. The makeup itself could get him off. This added on is just insanity. A dam begging to break.
“Let it out, sweetheart.” Mike pleads quietly. He jerks him with his long, pale finger. Each movement is so slow and so soft.
The dam breaks loose without the brain’s permission. Will is utterly out of control as he cums l over Mike’s pretty face. Mike slows down his pumping, continuing throughout Will’s climax.
Mike lips cum off his lips. “There goes the makeup.”
Will is losing his mind over how hot it is. “I worked so hard on that.”
“Guess we just have to do it again another day.” He teases.
“Please.” Will says then lets out a breath he forgot he had been holding. He runs his fingers through Mike’s curls gently to not mess them up too bad.
“Wanna help me wash this off my face? I’m sure I can steal some makeup remover from Mom and blame it on Nancy.” Mike gives his sideways smile.
“Let’s go, dumbass.” Will ruffles Mike’s hair, no longer giving a shit about making it messy.