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He waited at least 15 minutes before Max opened the door to Will’s apartment.
“Dude. Your head is gonna explode.” Before Mike can even get a word out, she grabs his wrist and tugs him inside.
He can hear music playing down the hall, something slow and sensual. He doesn’t recognize it; it’s definitely not one of Will’s records. Maybe Jane brought it with her. He glances at Max, raising an eyebrow, and she responds with an eager grin. Like she knows something he doesn’t. Never a good sign when it comes to Max Mayfield.
Will told him about this earlier on the phone. Jonathan has been giving Jane photography lessons, and she’s been begging Will for weeks to be her new muse, her words, not his, and he finally caved. That’s why he asked Mike to come over, for emotional support. He knows all too well how intense Jane can get when she discovers a new hobby. He’s had many, many bad haircuts to prove it.
“Jane called me earlier, said she needed some help dolling him up. You’re gonna lose your shit.” Max paused right before the doorway to the living room, “Be quiet when you come in, he doesn’t know you’re here yet.”
He gave her a confused look, “Max, what the hell did you guys do to him? I swear to god, if you messed with his hair-”
“Relax, relax. You’re gonna love it. C’mon.” She bit back her smile and turned, sneaking into the living room.
Mike crept in behind her. He took in the room around them. The girls had the curtains drawn and a t-shirt thrown over the lamp, giving the room a hazy glow. The record player was blasting whatever song they’d brought, probably why he had to pound on the door for someone to open it, and Jane was spread out on the floor with her camera. He followed her gaze and nearly died when they landed on Will.
Now he understood the choice of music.
Will was lying on the floor, his back facing Mike. His head was tilted back, face just barely visible, eyes closed, and lips slightly parted. A silky red robe was draped over his shoulders, slipping off one of them. Just enough to show the perfect amount of skin. One of his hands was drawn up his thigh, teasing the fabric higher up his bare leg. Mike felt his brain stop working. Fuck, was that lip gloss?
Mike could barely hear whatever Max was mumbling next to him, something about the robe being hers and how the colors suited Will. He couldn’t pay attention to her if she paid him money. Will’s eyes blinked open, half-lidded eyes looking at the camera, not even noticing the extra body in the room. Mike’s mouth went dry. Will looked fucking gorgeous. Like a princess. His brain kick-started itself, suddenly going a hundred miles an hour. The deep red looked so good on his tanned skin. He’d look so pretty on his back, robe open around him, all for Mike’s taking. Or, maybe he’d be better on Mike’s lap, straddling his thighs while the silky fabric slides down his shoulders, glossy lips caught between his teeth. Fuck.
Mike wets his lips, praying he can stop himself from popping a boner in front of half of his friends. Max giggles next to him, “Told you your head is gonna explode.” She clears her throat, getting the attention of the siblings below them. “We have a guest!” Will’s eyes find him first, widening as his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. “Oh! Uh, hey, Mike.” His lips form a shy smile as he turns around, fixing the robe as he stands up, “Sorry, uh, didn’t realize you’d be here so soon.” His voice was quiet and shy. He brings his bottom lip between his teeth, Mike’s eyes immediately tracking the movement. The gloss shines in the dim light, making his lips even more kissable than they usually are. What he wouldn’t give for Will to make his own lips all sticky.
Jane looks up at him from her spot on the floor, a big grin on her face. “Mike! Doesn’t he look so pretty?”
Mike didn’t break Will’s gaze; he couldn’t even if he wanted to, “Yeah, uh..” Losing his train of thought immediately, his eyes flick back down to Will’s pretty lips, to the sliver of his chest peeking through the robe, to his bare thighs, “fuck- yeah, uh- yeah, you look good, Will.” His voice fails him, coming out shaky and out of breath. He swallows, trying desperately to compose himself. His throat is dry, his hands are clammy, and he thinks he’s going to die on the spot.
“Thanks, Mike.” Will looks away, voice soft as he fiddles with the belt of the robe. He’s never been able to take compliments. Mike finds it so impossibly cute he might actually die.
Max giggles again, sharing a look with Jane. She nudges her side, “How about we take a break? Jane, coffee run? Give your model some beauty rest?”
Jane glances between the two boys, “Hehe, yes, coffee run! We will be back. Soon.”
Mike breaks his trance, turning from Will to look at the girls. He nods at Max, making a mental note to thank her later. They scurry out of the room, giggling like teenagers, until it’s just Mike and Will, standing in the living room, record still blasting, Will still looking like a wet dream. Fuck. Mike looks back at Will, and it’s like seeing him for the first time all over again. He digs his nails into his palm.
“I didn’t think she’d go all out like this.. I have no idea what Jon has been teaching her,” Will laughs, gentle and soft, cautious of the tension building in the room. “Max was a surprise, too. I had no idea she was coming until Jane was already here.” He looks back up at Mike, rocking on his heels, another nervous tic. “What.. what do you think? Is it too much?” His brows pitch up, nerves written all over his face. Will glances away again.
Mike straightens his back. Too much? Nothing Will does could ever be too much. “No- no. It’s perfect. You look.. perfect.” His voice is low, hesitant. “Fuck, Will.”
Will’s eyes widen, lips parted in a silent gasp, “Yeah? You think so?” His voice is light and breathy, a knowing smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
Mike can feel his resolve crumbling. He steps forward, hand coming up to cup Will’s face. Will melts into the touch immediately, closing his eyes against Mike's palm. “I always think so,” Mike’s fingers slide back to the nape of Will’s neck, holding him still. His free hand comes to rest on Will’s waist, sliding down to his hips. He leans down, breath tickling Will’s ear. Mike’s voice is rough, dangerous, like it’s taking all his self-control to hold himself back. And it is, he’s surprised he hasn’t already ripped Will’s robe off with his teeth, “But, fuck, Will. Right now, you look fucking delicious.”
A soft whine is pulled from Will’s throat. He tilts his head back, staring up at Mike through lidded eyes, “Mike..”
The sound is muffled, not able to finish the word before Mike’s lips are on his. The hand on Will’s neck slides down to his hips, pulling Will flush against Mike. He licks along Will’s lips, and Will parts them without a fight, moaning into the kiss. His hands come up around Mike’s neck, fingers carding through his hair before tugging. Mike groans into Will’s mouth, walking them backwards. Mike breaks the kiss as he drops onto the couch, hands sliding down Will’s hips to palm at his thighs. He looks up at Will.
“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now.” His voice is raw, pathetic even. His fingertips slide up under the hem of the robe, groping the soft flesh. Will looks down at him, face flushed and breathing heavy. His hands slip from Mike’s hair to his shoulders, pushing him back against the couch while Will slides onto his lap, thighs slotting around Mike’s hips.
“Say it again,” Will stares down at him, a teasing smile playing on his lips, “Tell me how pretty I am.”
Mike leans forward, pressing open-mouthed kisses to Will’s throat. “You look gorgeous,” Will presses his hips down against Mike’s jeans, “Fuck, Will, you look so fucking beautiful,” another roll of Will’s hips, Mike nips at Will’s neck, panting against the hot skin, “My pretty girl.”
Will grips Mike’s hair, pulling him back up before crashing their lips together. Mike bites at Will’s bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth before letting go. Will whines, high and loud as his hips pick up speed, desperately rocking against the tent in Mike's jeans. He throws his head back with a moan as Mike bucks his hips up into Will, matching his pace. He takes the opportunity to attach himself to Will’s neck again, tongue tracing his adam’s apple before sucking a bruise into his collarbone.
“So fucking pretty, baby. Thought I was gonna die if they didn’t leave the room,” A hand slides around to loosen the robe, letting it slide off one shoulder, revealing Will’s chest. “Fuck, you look so good in red.” His lips land around Will’s nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud. Mike’s hands spread across Will’s back, kneading his muscles before sliding down to cup his ass. He pulls Will towards him, using his grip to rut against Will, groping the flesh in his hands as Will writhes above him.
“Mike, hah, Mike-!” Will is a wreck, the only sound being pathetic moans and Mike’s name on his tongue. Mike thinks he could get drunk off of this, knows he could.
“It’s alright, princess. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” Will’s forehead is pressed to Mike’s shoulder, his hips moving desperate and sloppy. “Mike- I- hah- I’m, I’m c-close,” Will chokes out, voice cut up by little noises that drive Mike insane. He could already tell, could see the way his thighs twitched and the way his voice got higher.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Mike sucked another mark into his neck, right on his pulse point, “Go on and make a mess of yourself, pretty girl.”
It doesn’t take long after that for Will to fill his boxers, thighs clenching around Mike’s hips as he muffled a high-pitched whine into Mike’s shoulder. He rocked him through it, using the grip on his hips to bring him back down. Will crashed into Mike, body slumping against him. He pressed a kiss to Mike’s neck, an unspoken “thank you” while Mike rubbed his knuckles into Will’s back.
“You still with me, baby?” Mike’s voice was soft, that gentle tone he reserved for Will only. He was met with a small sound of agreement and a little nod against his throat, brown hair tickling his lips. Will pulled back, eyes glazed over with a dazed look on his face.
“There’s my girl,” Mike mumbled, looking up at him, hand coming up to cup his cheek.
Will glanced down, noticing the very obvious situation in Mike’s pants. He brougth his bottom lip between his teeth as his hand slid from Mike’s chest to palm at Mike through his jeans. Mike hissed at the contact, eyes fluttering. “Will, you- you don’t have to-”
Will opened his mouth to disagree, but was cut off by the sound of the apartment door opening.
Jane and Max. Fuck.
They scrambled off of each other, Will dashing to his bedroom to clean up the mess in his pants while Mike threw a pillow over his lap, immediately regretting all his life decisions.