Archive of Our Own

After the party’s graduation, which entailed the opening of floodgates to a new life for all of them, Mike Wheeler thought it only sensical to play a DnD game with the party. To just bask in the nostalgia; the warm memories of their childhood in the familiarity of the Wheeler basement.

One final time, before everything changes.

And Mike knows things are going to change. That’s just… part of growing up. The amount of hangouts gradually dwindle, friendships simmer down, and people go their own ways as they get caught up in the rustle and bustle of adult life. That’s just how it is, for virtually everyone. It’s a fact of life. 

Even still, Mike can’t help but feel stupid, because he feels as if he is missing something. He can’t quite put his finger on it— but all he knows is that he suddenly feels like an idiot for telling his best friend that they were “growing up,” that they weren’t “kids anymore” when they were only 14. Oh, how horribly foolish Mike was, back in those days.

How foolish he still is.

Oh, how he wants to go back to a simpler time, when El was still here, and when Will was closer to him. Always just in his reach.

Even moreso, he wants to go back and do it right.

To play that DND game with Will, to enjoy it while he still could; enjoy being a kid while he still could. Enjoy Will’s closeness while it lasted. 

And he wants to go back and give El the care and honesty she deserved. 

She deserved to know the truth, and the fact that he wasn’t able to tell her before she passed is eating him alive. Hell, he couldn’t even lie to her. He couldn’t say anything at all. He just stood there and let her die. How pathetic is that? 

In any case, let’s just say maybe today is Mike’s attempt at making things right. But so far he isn’t doing so well.

He’s trying to focus on winning this game. It’s their last one, and because of that it is very important to him that they have victory. The thing is, he is distracted. So very distracted.

Will is across from him, looking gorgeous as ever, clad in that infuriating padlock necklace that Mike hates so much but can’t quite decipher why.

Cuz no, Mike doesn’t know where the hell it came from. He and Will had just been going through the motions recently— “hi,” “bye,” “how are you doing?”— 

Small talk. It’s nothing like the deep, heartfelt conversations they had when they were kids. So no, Will never told him about this mysterious necklace. And maybe that’s okay. It should be okay. 

Will doesn’t owe him an explanation, especially not about some meaningless piece of jewelry (Mike really fucking hopes it’s meaningless).

If Mike thinks about it, Will doesn’t owe him.. anything at all, really. Will is moving on, he is finding his way in life and is on his own path to happiness. 

A path that seemingly doesn’t involve Mike. Which, you know, is fair. Mike had his chance, and he completely blew it by saying something ridiculous like “best friends.”

Because what the hell was Mike actually thinking? He knows damn well best friends don’t feel for each other the things he felt— the things he still feels— for Will Byers. Maybe when he was young and naive, sure. He thought those feelings were just a deep connection to his friend. But he knows better now. 

No, people don’t want to kiss their best friend on the cheek and hold his hand when he’s scared. He’s wanted to do that to Will since he was a little boy.

No, people don’t want to kiss their best friend on the mouth. He’s wanted to do that since he started kissing El, which was always confusing to him, because he thought kissing a girl would make him feel more “normal.” 

And no. People definitely, absolutely DO NOT want to pin their best friend to a wall, kiss them breathless, fuck them beyond senseless, learn every sinful moan and whimper that can be forced from their pretty lips. They don’t want to memorize the way their body feels, inside and out.

He’s wanted to do that to Will for the past year or so, but he is really getting the urge right now. 

Will is now peering up at Mike with those hazel eyes that are currently a bit darkened under the shitty lighting of the Wheeler basement, his knuckles over his own mouth. It’s perhaps an innocent enough sight to an outsider’s eye, but to Mike it’s like the most twisted torture method fated to him. And maybe he deserves this. But seriously, why is Will looking at him like this?

It’s like he’s teasing him. Flaunting in his face something that Mike desperately wants but can never have. Like Will is saying, “Look at me.” 

Mike is definitely looking. He can’t look away, in fact. 

And that’s when something completely unexpected happens, as if this interaction wasn’t already strange enough.

Mike is mildly alarmed when he feels something between his legs, but he forces a neutral expression. His dark eyes flick back to Will and— 

Oh.

Oh.

Will is definitely teasing him. His typically soft eyes have gone all mischevious, and Mike swears he can see Will biting on his own finger, but he can’t tell.

Will looks like he’s planning. Scheming.

Mike gulps, the sound so loud he’s damn near terrified one of the party members would hear it. His eyes briefly glance around to make sure no one did.

When the coast is clear, he redirects his gaze back to Will and against his better judgement raises a playful eyebrow at him, giving him a quick once-over.

Is this flirting? Or is Mike just reading too much into it? 

All thoughts in his brain come to a screeching halt when the foot between his legs gives a little nudge to his inner thigh, as if a response to Mike’s gesture.

Okay, yeah. Definitely flirting.

Then Will’s foot slides up deliberately, progressively getting dangerously close to his crotch.

Mike nearly chokes on his own saliva, but he manages to stay calm. 

Yeah, this is fine. This is no big deal. 

Mike throws a warning look in Will’s direction. He hope it looks intimidating enough and not just pathetic. Because in all honesty he doesn’t want Will to stop. But he also doesn’t want to get caught. Worse yet, he doesn’t want to get caught in something that neither of them can explain to others or even understand themselves. They definitely need to talk about this.

However Mike’s expression appeared is irrelevant, because the brunette relents, letting his leg fall out of Mike’s lap and back in front of him. 

Mike lets out a quiet sigh of relief as he is finally able to return to their game as if.. none of that ever happened. 

He would say his mind is reeling— and it would be, if it weren’t for all the blood rushing from his brain and going somewhere else. 

It’s gonna be a very long night.

***
To Mike’s delight, the party won. It means a lot to him that they were able to share in this final victory together.

After everyone shares their thoughts and emotions on the final campaign, they begin to funnel out of the Wheeler basement one by one. 

The final two were Mike and Will. They are still sitting in their respective seats across from each other. 

No one moved from their seat because they both knew they needed to talk. It’s like a mutual understanding has been between them for so many years, and remains ever-present even in their time of distance. 

Mike speaks up first, closing his binder with a slight hiss as he inhales sharply.

”So,” he draws out slowly. Will sits up a bit, displaying attentiveness. 

“What was that?” 

Mike doesn’t need to say what “it” is. Will gets it immediately. 

But of course, he’s going to act like he doesn’t. 

Fucking tease.

”Uhm… I don’t follow.” 

Mike’s breath leaves him in a slow exhale, as if he’s holding something back. Because he is. 

“You don’t.. follow.” It isn’t a question.

Will shrugs, a lazy and casual gesture as he leans back in his seat, fiddling with the edge of his binder idly.

”I don’t, I really don’t.” 

Mike tilts his head just a bit, giving Will an incredulous look.

“So you just put your foot between my legs for shits and giggles?” 

“I was just messing around, Mike. You kept giving me these looks, and I just decided to like— try to bother you a little. I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal to you.”

Mike’s jaw ticks.

”I-I’m sorry if it made you upset,” Will tries, brows furrowing as if he is genuinely repentant.

Mike backtracks right away at that. He doesn’t want Will to think he’s mad because he definitely isn’t mad. He’s burning with attraction; he’s turned on beyond belief and he honestly has been for a long time, and the interaction with Will tonight was just the fucking catalyst. It awakened those feelings in him like an ancient beast. He wants to take and take and take.

“What? No.” Mike shakes his head. His voice is a bit softer now, his tone more controlled. 

“I’m not. I just.. y’know. I just wonder how we go from barely talking all of senior year to you… doing that.” 

To Mike’s surprise, Will lets out a little chuckle, as if he can hardly believe the absurdity of his action himself. Mike can’t help but smile as well; he loves Will’s laugh so much. He’s missed hearing it.

“We’ve talked,” Will says, fighting a smile. 

“Not as much as I’d like.”

Mike doesn’t realize how flirty, how fucking suggestive that sounded until the words are out. He also doesn’t realize how his foot nudges against Will’s under the table until he’s already done it.

Fuck, he’s screwed. Why does he have to be so impulsive? 

Blood crawls up to Mike’s cheeks, turning them a rosy color. He quickly makes an effort to compensate for his words. 

“Uhm- I just meant that like, I would really like to talk to you more. Like we used to, you know? I mean, I don’t even know half of what’s been going on in your life lately.” 

Now’s a good time as ever to bring up the culprit. The object of Mike’s annoyance. 

“For example, I don’t even know who got you that.” He gestures half-heartedly to the piece of jewelry around Will’s neck. 

Will blinks, as if momentarily caught off guard by that. He subconsciously begins toying with the padlock hanging from his throat.

”Oh, you mean this?” He huffs. 

“It’s nothing.”

Mike taps his fingers on the table. 

“Nothing. Oh, yeah, I’m sure. It was just an example.” 

Will nods slowly.

Mike is bristling with something new. It’s not even jealousy, this is stronger. It’s burning, raging within him and eating him alive. Before he can stop himself, the word-vomit begins to spill out of his mouth.

”I dunno, Will. I find it kinda odd that you tell me that necklace is ‘nothing’ when you have been flaunting it around like some kind of personal claim on you for the past month. Just sayin.” 

He leans back in his seat, before he begins speaking again. No, he’s not done talking. He can’t stop the outpour of his insecurites, his jealousy, his.. possessiveness over Will. That’s what it is.

“And not to mention after you started wearing it everyday like your life depends on it, you ALSO started to not talk to me.”

Will finally speaks up in his defense. 

“Did not! I’ve just been super busy. I mean, senior year has gotten to all of us, I thought you of all people would understand that.” 

“I do understand that. What I don’t understand is you acting like I don’t even exist in the same universe as you!” 

“Mike! What has gotten into you?!” 

Voices are raising, tension is spiking. And somewhere amongst it all, Will has enough and stands up abruptly, practically snatching his binder off the table and beginning to stroll over to the shelf with all the other books.

Mike reaches out, fingers wrapping around Will’s dainty wrist in a loose hold to stop him. 

Will whips his head around, giving Mike a confused but simultaneously pissed-off look. It’s fucking hot.

”Don’t… please don’t walk away from me,” Mike murmurs. 

Will sighs in resignation, setting his book back down, but he is still glowering at Mike. 

Mike stands up slowly, chair scraping against the floor. He takes a step closer to Will, thumb rubbing subconscious circles on the inside of his wrist, and he swears he can feel the jump of a pulse. He lets his mind wander, and he briefly ponders on what Will is thinking. He thinks about rather he feels just as crazy as Mike does in this moment.

Another deliberate step closer, dark eyes gazing down at Will. And Mike’s breath hitches in his throat when he sees the look Will is giving him in return. It’s so much different from the playful one he gave Mike earlier. It’s doe-eyed, innocent, those big hazel eyes peering up through thick lashes and— Mike can tell Will is caving. 

So adorable.

He crowds Will up against the table, long arms caging him in. Will lets out a soft breath, like this alone is too much for him. 

“Mike..”

It’s a weak protest. A feeble attempt to stop this before it escalates any further.

“Mike, what are you doing? I don’t—“

”Will, tell me to stop. Please tell me to stop,” Mike breathes out. Desperate, eyes pleading. Because he knows that the only way he will be able to stop this madness, this burning desire kindling deep in his bones, is for Will to snap him out of this daze. 

But Will doesn’t stop him. He just speaks up, softly. 

“I don’t understand.. Mike, I don’t get it.” 

Mike lets out a frustrated sound, almost like a grumble.

“You still don’t get it? Will, I’ve been so damn obvious! The.. the necklace, me getting mad over it, all that, and— God. How can you be so blind?” 

Will’s head bolts back like he’s offended, and he pulls a face. 

“Me? Blind? Don’t even get me started! You knew! When I came out, you knew it was you!” Will pokes Mike’s chest accusingly. “And now you just expect me to what— believe this? How am I supposed to believe this when it’s been so long? Make me believe it. Change my mi—“ 

Will’s cut off by lips pressing against his.

Mike does it on impulse. He isn’t thinking right now, he’s driven by his pure need for Will.

Both of them immediately melt into it, hands making their way to each other. Mike’s fall to Will’s waist, and Will’s slide into Mike’s hair. 

It’s a soft, tentative thing at first. Just an innocent brush of lips, a ghost of a touch. Mike presses his lips against Will’s a couple more times in soft, sensual motions, as if he’s getting used to the feel of his lips against his. The softness, the sweet taste of chapstick, the shape. 

Will lets out a soft breath against his mouth, and that little sound combined with how perfectly their lips slot together is all it takes for Mike’s hunger to arise once again, like a fire starting to burn in the depths of his stomach. He drags Will a little closer by the waist, tilting his head and pressing a bit harder at his mouth.

They start to slowly slide their mouths with each other, building up to a rhythm that they both like. Mike can’t help but give Will’s plush lower lip a little nip, tugging it between his teeth in slow pulls. Mike groans in approval when his action elicits a soft whimper from the cute brunette in his arms. Holy fuck, that sound drives him mad with desire.

Mike’s hands are hungry too, just like his mouth. He aches to touch, to explore the beautiful body beneath him. His hands drag a little lower, finding a place on Will’s hips.

He is now licking slowly over Will’s mouth, asking for permission that Will gives all too quickly. His lips fall open a little, and Mike takes advantage, slipping his tongue inside the wet heat and tangling it with Will’s tongue. 

The kiss doesn’t take long to turn into a heated makeout. There are now soft moans consistently spilling from Will’s swollen lips, and Mike swallows every single one of them greedily. Their tongues are sliding filthily, and they’re biting at each other’s lips, sucking on the skin. Hands are wandering. Grabbing. 

One hand of Mike’s sneaks down and gives one of Will’s ass cheeks a deliberate squeeze through his jeans. This makes Will gasp in both surprise and delight, his own slender fingers tugging and twisting in Mike’s dark locks a bit harder in retaliation.

Mike grunts softly, pulling back just enough to murmur into his mouth between pants.

”Keep doing that, and see how it turns out for you.” 

Will huffs out a coy little laugh against Mike’s lips, his own lips red and kiss-bitten, hazel eyes hazy with lust. 

“Oh really? Whatcha gonna do about it?” Will raises a brow, giving Mike’s hair another playful tug. 

“I don’t think you’re really in the position to ask silly questions, angel.” Mike rolls his hips into Will’s pointedly, letting him feel just how hard he already is. Will keens softly, pushing up against Mike needily as well. 

Mike’s lips brush over Will’s cheek and jaw, and then they begin to kiss down his neck, hot and open-mouthed, leaving a trail of saliva on Will’s skin that leaves him burning up. Will’s eyes flutter and he shakily exhales, tilting his head to the side and baring his neck submissively. 

“Mike.. fuck, Mike.” Will’s voice is breathy, barely above a desperate whisper. He is now rocking his hips into Mike’s in an attempt to get some much needed friction, and he lets out a startled whimper and claws at the back of Mike’s neck when Mike snaps back into him just right. 

Mike presses a lingering, firmer kiss to the mole on Will’s neck, before sucking and mouthing at the soft skin right below it. Will whines breathily, breath coming in quick pants. 

“Mike. You’re gonna leave a mark,” he says weakly, making no attempt to actually stop Mike. 

“That’s kind of the point.” 

Mike’s voice is hoarse when he pulls off, eyes flicking down to admire his handiwork. A bright and angry reddish-purple love bite. It’s a lovely contrast to the delicate, pale skin of Will’s neck; like a piece of art painted onto a blank canvas. 

“You’ll have to hide it though. Sorry about that,” Mike murmurs into Will’s neck before placing a much more gentle, close-mouthed one there. Like he’s actually apologizing, and Will can’t help but smile a bit.

”Don’t apologize just.. just.. Mhh—“

Will trails off with a whine as Mike grabs his hips again, guiding him into a grind that is the perfect balance of slow and rough, and oh so torturously good. Will throws his head back with pleasure, hips canting harder. 

“I know, sweetheart,” Mike coos gently against his neck. “You need it so bad, don’t you?” 

Will must like that, because he begins squirming against Mike. “Please-“ He begs. And then again, whinier, more pathetic sounding.

”Please.”

Mike Wheeler doesn’t think he’s ever heard anything in his life as sexy as Will Byers begging. 

If he died right now, he’d die a happy man.

“On your knees for me.”

It isn’t demanding or harsh, it’s just an instruction. He says it partly to see if Will is gonna listen, but also partly because he has daydreamed about this pretty boy on his knees in front of him and jerked off to it more than once. Sue him.

Mike is nearly shocked by how quickly Will obeys. He’s on his knees in a flash, peering up at Mike, hands on his hips as if he’s awaiting another order. Mike’s breath hitches, hand instinctively finding its way to Will’s chin. He holds it gently between his fingers, thumb brushing over Will’s swollen lower lip.

And he can’t help but give another order. 

“Open for me,” he murmurs softly.

Will’s pink lips part, and he already knows what to do. He takes Mike’s thumb in his mouth and sucks deliberately, tongue swirling around the tip of it. If that isn’t enough to make Mike’s cock twitch, then the fucking eye contact Will maintains while doing something so shameless certainly is. 

“Mike,” Will says breathlessly as he pulls back enough to speak. Mike is almost relieved when Will stops, because he swears if he looked at Will doing that for too long he would cum untouched like an idiot.

“I want to make you feel good. Can I..?” Will’s fingers are already toying with the button of Mike’s pants, as if he knows the answer.

And of course he does. Mike nods, letting out a shaky breath as his hand goes up to brush through Will’s silky locks instead.

”Yeah, baby. You can.”

Will looks relieved, and he doesn’t waste any time. He makes quick work of Mike’s pants, pushing them down until they pool at his ankles.

Mike steps forward and out of them completely, the movement only bringing his crotch closer to Will’s waiting mouth. Will takes a shuddery breath, chewing on his lower lip as he tugs Mike’s boxers down, revealing him completely. 

Mike is hard— painfully so. His dick is standing at attention, flushed and leaking precum against his stomach. And he isn’t small either.

Will’s gaze falls half-lidded as he looks at Mike’s cock like he’s hungry for it. It makes Mike gulp audibly. 

“You’re even bigger than I imagined,” Will says with awe as he reaches out to wrap a hand around the base experimentally. Mike hisses softly at the first touch. He’s so sensitive because of how painfully horny he is, and because this is Will. 

“So you’re telling me you imagined it?” 

Will nods, giving Mike a few slow pumps. 

“Of course I have..”

“Fuck.. that’s so hot.”

Will seems to be encouraged by the curse, because he leans down and kisses at the tip, then takes the head into his mouth. Mike gasps, fingers tightening in Will’s hair. Not pulling, just holding, as a means to ground himself. For now. 

Will moans, the vibrations from the soft sound sending shockwaves through Mike’s dick and the rest of his body. He begins to suck firmly at the head, hand making up for the rest and twisting with every upstroke.

Will gradually takes more, hollowing his cheeks as he gulps and sucks like this is his last meal. When the head of his cock hits the back of Will’s throat, Mike’s head tips back in pleasure, but he forces himself to look back down at Will to keep this heated eyefucking thing they have going on. He can already feel an impending orgasm, and it’s not going to be long. Not if Will keeps looking up at him with those gorgeous eyes that are now watery with tears. 

“Will,” He rasps, breaths ragged. “If you don’t stop, I’m gonna cum.”

It shouldn’t be an issue. But he doesn’t want this bliss to be so short-lived, and he doesn’t want to finish like this. He wants to be inside Will, to make Will feel so good he sees stars.

Will pulls back with a lewd ‘pop,’ lips slick with spit and precum as he blinks up at Mike. 

“I think I need you.. Mike. Inside me.” 

Always on the same page, he and Will are.

Mike sucks in a harsh breath, hand going back to its petting motions in Will’s hair. 

“You’re sure..?”

Will nods. 

“Come up here then.”

Mike grabs gently onto Will’s hands to help him to his feet again. Once they’re face-to-face, Mike can’t help but give him another messy kiss, tongues sliding a few times before he pulls back, tugging Will’s striped shirt over his head.

Gooseflesh erupt on Will’s exposed skin, and Mike’s hands immediately are touching, roaming over the lithe frame in front of him. His thumb flicks over a nipple, making Will’s breath hitch.

”You are gorgeous, angel. Damn.” 

Will chews on his already abused lip, shaky hands finding their way to the bottom of Mike’s shirt. He slowly peels it off him, and it joins the growing pile of clothes on the floor. 

Will’s hands slide down Mike’s chest.

”You are more gorgeous, stop.” 

“No way.” 

Will huffs out a laugh. 

“You can’t argue with me about this when you’re about to fuck me silly.”

Mike rolls his eyes fondly, chuckling a little despite himself. “Fair point.” 

Their lips meet in one more kiss as Mike fumbles with Will’s pants. He finally manages to undo them, letting them and his boxers both slide slowly down those tantalizing legs. Will steps out of them eagerly.

They’re now both naked, exposed and vulnerable to each other. And Mike can’t control himself any longer.

”So hot..” 

His voice is rough with barely contained lust. He slowly pushes Will back onto the table. 

Will gives in all too easily, like he always does. His legs spread as if it’s an instinct, the most natural thing in the world, and it drives Mike mad with a primal sort of need. A need to possess, own, and take. Not just his body, but his soul as well.

Most of all, he needs to fuck Will. Like, right now. He feels like he’ll go insane if he doesn’t. 

“Mike, do you have, um..” 

Oh. Right. That. 

“Oh, lube.” 

Mike sighs and pulls back from where he was previously looming over Will, unfocused eyes darting around the room until they land on a table in the corner. He strides over to it and rummages through a drawer until he finds what he needs.

When he comes back, Will smirks at him lazily.

”Surprised you even own such a thing, Wheeler.” 

Mike snorts. 

“Yeah, well. God forbid a guy get a little horny.” 

Mike flips open the lid to the bottle, pouring a generous amount of lube on his fingers and rubbing them together to warm it. Will, likewise, rubs his thighs together needily with a soft whimper. He can tell Will is getting impatient. His cheeks are flushed, his breathing is heavy and his dick is so hard it looks like it has to hurt.

Mike lowers his hand, and Will spreads his thighs just a bit wider, exposing his waiting hole. Mike can’t help but let out a soft sound of his own at the sight. Fuck, he can’t wait to be inside him.

His slick fingers circle his entrance, teasing until Will is writhing and squirming beneath him. 

“Shhh, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he murmurs as he finally slips one finger into the tight heat. 

Will’s breath catches, body twitching a bit with the sudden intrusion. “Mhh- god.” 

Mike gazes up at Will with concern.

“Is this okay?” 

Will nods, letting out a quick breath.

Mike looks back down and begins to slowly pump his finger in and out. Once Will starts whining, he introduces a second one, and curls them against that spot inside him that’s sure to make stars burst behind his eyelids.

And sure enough, Will’s body jerks like he’s been electrocuted as a white-hot jolt of pleasure crackles up his spine. A mewl is punched from his lungs; the highest one yet. His back arches as his hips begin to chase the pleasure like a dog in heat.

”Y-yes- more. More…!” He chokes out, words catching on whimpers. Will’s pleads only get more and more breathy and needy as Mike’s fingers speed up, rubbing against that spot just right over and over until Will’s eyes are practically rolling back in his head. 

“Gonna- gonna cum, Mike. Please, I need your cock so bad.” 

That’s enough to make Mike snap. He withdraws his fingers, ignoring Will’s whine of protest as he snatches at the lube once again like a man possessed.

“Wait..” Will winces when his back gets a sharp pain, clearly in protest against the hard wood of the table. “Can we like.. try a different position? This kinda hurts.”

Mike lubes himself up, nodding at Will’s words. He doesn’t fucking care what position, he just wants Will. 

And of course, Will’s comfort and happiness is the main priority of his during this whole ordeal, so he is completely down for  whatever the other wants. 

Will sighs in relief, hopping off the table and turning around, bending over it instead without a second thought.

Just when Mike thought he couldn’t get any harder. There’s Will fucking Byers, the object of his affection, bending over a table. The same table they have played countless games on through the years, and he makes it look so sexy… with that arched back, perfect round ass presented to him, gorgeous brunette locks that beg to be pulled, a slender waist that screams to be grabbed and pulled back into each thrust. He looks like sin incarnate. 

Mike groans under his breath, one hand sliding up his ass, giving it a little squeeze in the process. He then pushes gently on the small of his back, making him arch a little further. Mike’s other hand guides his cock to Will’s entrance. 

“You’re ready, princess?”

”Yeah..”

Will says in a soft, needy voice, face burrowed into his forearms on the table. 

Mike’s hand slides over to his hip for leverage as he slowly pushes into him, and it’s nearly enough to make him cum right then. Will is so warm and tight that it makes his head spin, and not only physically. This is so much more. Being inside the person you love is comparable to a supernatural experience in its intensity.

It feels like coming home. 

Will gasps, grabbing at the edge of the table. Mike moans lowly when Will clenches around his cock.

“You okay?” 

“Mm..mhm,” Will hums in response. “So much different than fingers.. but it’s good. I want more, Mike..” 

Will’s already doing the thing again. The thing where he begs and pleads in the most whiny voice, like he’ll wither away if he doesn’t get it. And who is Mike to refuse? He’s a weak man.

So he buries himself to the hilt, punching a startled moan from Will. Mike goes still,  giving both he and Will a moment to adjust.

A soft whimper. And then:

”Mike…” 

Will’s hips are rocking back onto Mike’s cock. He needs friction, movement, so badly. And so does Mike. He wants to grab onto Will and start drilling into his ass because of how fucking good and tight it feels, but of course, he doesn’t. He has to control himself. 

He starts thrusting, controlled and slow, but deep. Every one sends Will’s body sliding up the table just a bit, soft moans spilling from his parted pink lips.

“Will.. holy fuck, you feel so good.” 

“Mm.. feels so good inside me,” Will breathes in response. That makes Mike snap into Will a bit harder, and Will keens softly, biting into his lip.

“More.. fuck me harder, Mike. Please, I need it-“

Mike obliges, picking up the pace gradually until there’s a lewd sound of skin slapping echoing through the otherwise silent basement. His breaths start coming faster, hand sliding up to grab at his waist and pull him back into his thrusts. Will gasps, cheek resting daintily against the hard surface of the table, hair splaying around him as he’s pounded from behind. All he can do is take it, and he fucking loves it. 

“Such a fucking good boy for me, Will..” Mike pants raggedly, leaning down so his chest is flush with Will’s back. The position allows him to drive deeper into Will’s ass and hit that perfect spot from before. 

Will is choking on his moans and whimpers at this point. He can’t keep up with the pace, his back arching and hips flying back desperately to meet the pounding. 

“Mmhm- I’m good for you, Mike,” Will agrees in that same slutty, whiny voice. 

Mike growls softly in response, large hand sliding around to Will’s front. It goes up to Will’s throat, wrapping around it and lifting his head straight up from the table. Will gasps, eyes rolling back in his head. He loves this. Feeling Mike everywhere, inside him, all over him, holding his neck possessively. Not enough to choke him, but enough so that there is absolutely no question about who is in control here.

Before Mike can think about his actions, he gives Will’s throat a little possessive squeeze, then his hand that was previously at Will’s throat goes down and takes hold of that stupid necklace. He gives it a sharp tug, then another, until it snaps and falls to the table beneath them. Will would be mad in any other scenario, but right now he’s getting fucked stupid and it feels so good that he can only find the action hot. He can’t help but moan even louder. 

Mike’s hand goes back around to tangle in Will’s hair, keeping his head up as Mike kisses and sucks at his neck some more, groaning and panting into his ear. 

“Mike, I’m yours,” Will blurts out before he can stop himself. He’s so close to an orgasm. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes are watery and he feels as if he’s about to pass out or cry from all the pleasure. Or both, it’s all so overwhelming. “I love you, please, I’m gonna cum. I want— I want you to cum inside me, please..” 

Mike’s hips are starting to falter, shifting from their once steady rhythm to a very jerky and uncoordinated one. His cock twitches inside Will, and he huffs into his ear once again, his next words a low whisper. 

“God, I love you too. I’ve always loved you, it’s always been you. I— oh God, I’m close. Will,” he warns, hips stuttering.

Will claws at the table so hard he swears he’s gonna leave scratch marks on it, and his whimpers are high-pitched and straight up obscene by this point, face screwed in pleasure as a knot rapidly begins to uncoil low in his stomach. 

Mike’s hands fly down to right where Will’s hips meet his ass again, squeezing at the plush flesh and pulling him back into every rough thrust.

“Mike-!” Will sobs, tears streaming down his cheeks as his moans get muffled by his own hand that he’s currently biting into. He starts begging in incoherent babbles. He can’t form a cohesive sentence, all he knows is that he doesn’t want Mike to stop until he’s a ruined mess.“I’m cumming..! Please don’t stop- fuck me- More!” 

“So fucking greedy,” Mike grunts, long fingers clawing at the skin of Will’s hips and ass until there’s angry red lines on the porcelain skin.

And then it all happens so quick. Will cries out, thighs trembling as he cums untouched, spilling all over his own stomach and the table, and then there’s a ragged groan heard as Mike’s slamming in deep one final time and pumping cum deep inside Will in hot pulses.

Mike slumps over on Will’s back. The slide of their skin together is slick from all the sweat buildup, and Mike’s chest is heaving like he just ran a marathon. His hands immediately loosen on Will’s hips, rubbing soothing circles into the reddened skin instead. It’s a gentle contrast to the very intense lovemaking that just occured. 

“Will,” he rasps, peppering loving, gentle kisses over Will’s flushed shoulder, then his neck. “Are you okay..? Was I.. Was I too rough?”

Mike is worried. Well, not worried. He knows Will said to go harder and it was obvious by how he was acting that he clearly enjoyed it. But he’s concerned. He knows sex is a big deal and that it can be overwhelming. 

But Will only sighs, the sound clearly belonging to a person who’s blissed out and sated. “Mike, it was perfect. It was you.” 

Will then reaches back with a weak hand, tapping Mike on the shoulder. 

“Hey, get up. I wanna look at you.” 

Mike listens, standing back and running a hand through his sweaty hair. 

Will stands as well, legs feeling like jelly. He has a feeling he’s gonna have a hard time walking after this. 

Nevertheless, he turns to look at Mike, a little smile gracing his beautiful lips. 

“So.. I take it this means we aren’t ‘friends’ anymore?” 

Mike huffs out a laugh, shaking his head exasperatedly.

”Friends? No thanks.” 

A look flashes across Will’s face. It’s comical really, how someone can go from looking happy and satisfied to looking like they were told their cat just died. Mike wants to snort out a laugh but he holds it back. 

Will is adorable. 

“Boyfriends,” Mike finishes, voice sounding sincere. Final. His cheeks flush a little, suddenly worrying he sounded too forward.

”I- I mean, if you want to be my boyfriend. Like, I don’t know if that offer is still on the table, or—“

Will cuts him off with a finger to his lips, and he raises an incredulous eyebrow.

”Seriously, Mike? We just had sex, AND I let you tear off my necklace, which was kinda rude by the way, just a thought. But.. anyway, you’d think after all that, you’d get the hint.” 

Mike blinks, before Will just rolls his eyes fondly. 

“Yes, you big dork. I want to be your boyfriend. The offer has never been taken off the table.” 

Mike practically beams, leaning in and peppering Will’s face with little kisses. He can’t help it, he’s just too ecstatic. He’s truly never been happier, he’s never felt more free.

Will squeaks in surprise and giggles, hands flying up to grab at Mike’s biceps in an attempt to ground himself, or maybe push Mike off (which he makes no effort to do).

“I love you Will,” Mike finally says with a final, affectionate little peck on Will’s lips. “Thank you.. for not giving up on me.”

Mike’s eyes flick to the broken necklace on the table, and he cringes a little. Will follows his gaze, and Mike’s cheeks burn.

“Uhm.. I’ll buy you a new one. A better one. I promise.” 

Will looks back at Mike, still with that carefree smile plastered on his face. 

“I don’t mind it really. It’s just… decorative. No one gave it to me or anything. But it was fun to see you get so worked up over it.” 

Mike groans, blushing harder. He drags a hand over his face, which makes Will laugh softly again. 

“I’m sorry—“ 

“Shh, Mike, it’s fine, for the last time.” 

Mike smiles a little despite himself. And as he gaze into those pretty eyes, the eyes of the boy he has loved for as long as he can remember, he feels like everything really is fine. 

He’s going to love Will Byers for the rest of his life. 

And he is completely fine with that, too.

”We’re a mess,” Will mutters. 

Mike leans in, laying a gentle kiss on Will’s cheek as he whispers to him. 

“C’mon, darling. I’ll run a bath for you.” 

Will gets all huffy about it at first, but Mike insists on taking care of him, so he finally relents. 

As Mike leisurely redresses himself, he and Will sharing warm glances and soft smiles, Mike can’t help but think that this is how it’s supposed to be. 

He and Will were written in the stars to be together, as cliche as that sounds. 

He feels as if everything in his life— the good, sure. But the bad too. The denial, the heartache, the failures, the mistakes— have all lead up to this moment. 

He thinks on these things as he walks off to the bathroom to start the bath for his Will.

Not his friend. Not his best friend. Hell, not even his boyfriend. Anyone could say that someone’s their boyfriend. 

Will is his first love, his true love. His Cleric.

His soulmate. 

He feels that soul tie between them now stronger than ever.