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Mike awoke with a jolt. The beeping of his wrist watch having startled him, he shot upright staring down at the clock on his arm after wiping the slight drool from the right corner of his mouth.
"Are you kidding me? 9:05 AM? Fuck, no that can't be right. I set an alarm. I told Will to call me at 8:30 AM just in case", Mike said aloud. Moaning in frustration, Mike reached across his old, wooden desk and quickly grabbed his half-empty, blue water bottle, speedily gulping it down. It tasted like plastic and leftover spit but God, he felt dehydrated as shit.
His thirst quenched, he shoved his half-finished, take-home midterm into his binder, grabbed his wallet and keys, and bolted out his front door. He was seriously so late and if he didn't make it to his Creative Writing final exam within the next 20 minutes, he knew he was sunk.
Jogging his way to the car, he haphazardly pulled his cell from deep in his back pocket and swiftly eyeballed the 9 missed calls notification appearing on the screen --
Missed call William Byers 8:27AM
Missed call William Byers 8:30 AM
Missed call William Byers 8:32 AM
. . .
Ughhh Mike rolled his eyes at himself. Duh of course Will had called him like he asked...
"I'm such an idiot", Mike grumbled under his breath. Obviously Will would call him. That's what Mike had made *explicitly* clear the night prior he *desperately* needed his best friend to do for him to ensure *under no circumstances* did he miss this particular exam worth damn near 30% of his final grade! Then, while wiping away the sweat beads coalescing just beneath his hairline, Mike saw it. In bold, italicized letters at the top, center of his phone screen it read:
SILENCE
"Jesus Christ!", Mike wailed, rolling his eyes even deeper into his skull, "This stupid phone! How the fuck did you get put on 'silence'?! There is literally no fucking way! What a stupid piece of absolute, bullshit trash", Mike huffed.
Slipping his iPhone back into his vintage JNCOS, he exhaled deeply to the point of moaning and for only a brief moment after yeeting himself into the driver's seat of his boyhood blue pinto, tightly closed his eyes in an attempt to shake off his frustration. He was already late. No sense in being even later staring at his dumb phone being pissed off.
Shifting the gear into reverse, Mike adjusted his rearview mirror, and jet set out of the apartment complex parking lot. He ran every red light and made it inside the College of Liberal Arts building just before 9:20AM.
Holy Shit I made it in half the time it typically takes. Fuck. I cannot tell Will about this. He'll have a fucking panic attack if he knows how fast I made it here. Shit! Fuck! Will! No doubt he is losing his petrified, little mind at the prospect of where I even am. No time. I'll have to call him after.
‹ 1 hour and 28 minutes later ›
With his exam complete and his composure now mostly intact, Mike scooped up his belongings and headed towards the building main entrance.
OK. That wasn't too bad I don't think. I made it and it's done. I did the best I could do.
Nearly reaching the double doors to leave, still halfway in thought, Mike heard a loud slam directly ahead.
The fuck was that?
Mike looked up and saw who else but his very own William Byers, caught mid-freeze staring directly ahead just inside the corridor.
"Mike! Oh my God, Mike. What the hell? I called you a million times, why didn't you answer? I've been running across campus all the way to your complex only to find you not there and then I couldn't remember what building your class was in so I went knocking on people's doors and getting half clues and -- fuck, Michael. You scared the shit out of me, why didn't you answer?"
Will was clearly distressed. Mike opened his mouth to answer, "Will, I - "
But the frazzled sorcerer overcome with pained, frantic energy interrupted, "I was going to call 911 or Nancy or Hopper, I don't know who but I - "
That's when Mike reached out to the hyperventilating, hazel-eyed boy, wrapping his arms securely around his dizzying frame and cooed gently into his ear, "sshh, Will... Hey, it's OK. It's me, Mike. I'm OK. Breathe, baby. Eyes on me, OK? Look, I'm right here. Take a deep breath, Will. I've got you."
"Mike", Will said, looking into his boyfriend's eyes as his own began to well with fresh, heavy teardrops, "I'm sorry - I, I don't know I thought something really bad happened when you didn't answer because that's not like you. Ya, maybe you won't answer the first one or two calls when you've been up ass-late studying, but never have you just not answered me by the third call."
Wills tears began to fall. Mike put his hands firmly, and lovingly on his sweet friend's shoulders, "Will, I am so, so sorry. I don't know what happened. I woke up with my watch beeping, paper stuck to my drooly face, and I was so confused and panicked and I had no time to call you back, I just ran right out the door and didn't even exhale or get my brain back functioning until just now when I was leaving and then I saw you. I'm - I'm really, really sorry. The last thing I want is to upset you or make you worry, you know that."
With the wetness accumulating on Will's face, Mike gently moved his hands up to the crying boy's cheeks, and gingerly began wiping away the moisture with his thumbs. But just as the raven-haired boy absorbed the surface panic, Will took in a deep, sobbing inhale. And with that whiny exhale, Will's tears seemed to double in size and frequency.
Without hesitation, Mike pulled Will right up against his frame, pressing their torsos fully together and cupped the back of his head, guiding him right into the safety of Mike's shoulder nook. Mike knew this would pass and Will just needed reassurance that his best friend was OK and that despite Will having done all he could, he wasn't responsible for Mike nearly missing his exam or anything like that.
"Will, I'm so sorry", Mike said, deepening and slowing his voice. While craning his neck so that his mouth was pressed right up against Will's lower, left earlobe, Mike continued, "I won't let this happen again. I didn't mean for it to happen. But I'll make sure no matter what, I'll call you right away next time, OK? I love you, Will Byers. If you're not OK, neither am I and we can't have both of us not being OK at the same time, right?" Mike delicately kissed Will's lobe and slowly pulled back to see Will's face.
Will hesitantly looked up at Mike, into his eyes, and playfully shoved his right shoulder, while giving the tiniest crack of a forgiving smile.
"Shut up, Wheeler", Will whined with an eensy, weensy twinkle in his eye, "don't make me say you're right. You know how much I hate when you do that."
Whew Mike thought OK, double crisis averted this morning. Will's OK. He's starting to push me in my shoulder like her normally does right when the sun is about to shine right through him again.
"What, you don't want to smile for me?", Mike cracked with a wink, "Come on, baby. Smile for me? You know how much I love it when you do that."
"Miiike", Will strained as he started to turn red (this time from embarrassment rather than panic and desperation), "sshhhhh to you this time! Don't say that here."
"Say what, Will?" Mike teased, "Say I like when my pretty boyfriend shows me that thing that makes me go absolutely crazy, that thing where when you smile in that way, the corners of your mouth just furl into this deliciously, delicate eye-candy that makes me want to take you into the bathroom right then and there, put you right on your slut knees where you belong, and slide my hard cock into your hot, little mouth until I'm done having my way with you?"
Now, Will's face was a new, deeper shade of red. A much more satisfying, sinister shade if you will. And along with that, at least for now, Will remained completely silent. Silently transfixed. Will had gone from panic-stricken to stricken-down with a severe illness. Yep. Will now had it bad. Really bad. No longer sad, Will was all of a sudden feverish and aching. Literally aching.
"Will?" Mike laughed, looking into his boyfriend's glossy eyes, "are you OK in there?"
This time, Will reached out for Mike, still just the two of them standing there like idiots in the middle of the hallway inside the College of Liberal Arts building on this Fall day, October 13th, the boys, now really young men, were in their own private world here in that hallway. Grabbing his shirt collar, Will pulled Mike into him with such speed and ferocity, Mike's eyes couldn't help but widen. Pressed up against Will, Mike could feel the sudden shift. Will reached up and firmly took Mike's jaw into is hand, slowly turning the taller boy's head away shifting his ear right up against Will's warm mouth.
"Mike", Will slowly hissed directly into Mike's aural canal, "your baby is smiling for you right now. Can you tell? Can you feel it?"
Mike suddenly had a mouthful of saliva and swallowed with a loud, gulping noise. He could feel steam-heat radiating off of the pretty boy glued to him.
"Uh - ", Mike started.
But before he could even give a retort to William's cheeky inquiry, he felt Will wrap his soft hand around his own bony wrist and with a deft maneuver, pull his arm between their bodies till Mike's hand was firmly holding Will's newfound ache in his palm.
"How about now, Michael", Will slyly continued, "is that better? I bet now you can tell your Will is smiling nice and *wide* for you right now. I want to be so pretty and perfect for you. And I want you to know that this is your fault."
"M- My fault?" Mike queried, "Um, I - ", he stuttered.
"Yes", Will moaned into Mike, "your fault for making me like this, Michael. Right here. Right now. My cock is so rock hard that I'm leaking everywhere and if you don't take me into the men's right now, I'm so insanely, desperately horny, I will drop to my knees here in the hallway and beg to swall- "
And with that, Mike heard all he could take. He yanked his wrist free from Will's grip and flipped the switch. Mike was in control. Not the other way around. If Will thought he could go the angle of 'sad boy gets away with whatever he wants', he thought very, very wrong. Mike cut Will off, locking eyes for a split second in that heated way, grabbed Will by the elbow and held him firmly to his side.
Then, before dragging him in the general direction of the little boy's bathroom, Mike pulled Will in even closer, still gripping him tight just above his elbow and breathed into him, "you're going to be the death of me, you know that, right? Will only stared at Mike with those big, doe eyes, gently fluttering his perfectly long lashes. "God, Will. You're so hot, so perfect. I want you to use me. Please." Will blinked again, staring into Mike's consuming, brown eyes. Will was so desperate now. He felt like he could probably cum just from that heat radiating off of Mike. He needed him. Will wanted him.
"What just happened here?", Will asked. I thought you were going to wisk me away into the men's and show me that you were in charge", Will teased. "Fuck", Mike whispered, "Please, Will. Let's get back to the dorm so you can use me in any way you want. I really fucked up this morning and made you worry and I hate myself for that. I just need you to take me from in all the ways that you want. My dick is so hard right now. I want to make you feel good."