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Mike stared longingly at the clock on the wall. 30 minutes left of class before the final bell. This was only his second day back to school and he’s already itching to get out.
It’s not like he has anything to do after school, especially now that he and El are broken up and over for good. He no longer has a girlfriend that he constantly has to be infatuated with, which took up the majority of his time thinking back on their relationship–if you could even call it that since they mostly just made out. Hell, Mike can’t even remember the last time they had a real conversation that didn’t have anything to do with the Upside Down or saving the world.
He’s silently glad to be rid of that whole thing anyways. Spending time away from El had helped him come to terms with himself, in a sense. He now knows that he likes guys. It was terrifying at first. Being attracted to his own gender scared him, but he eventually came around. No sense in running from who you are, it’s better to embrace it and grow from there.
But what he didn’t expect from his sexual awakening was that he would be attracted to his best friend. He’s always liked Will, of course he has, but he’s only recently come to terms with that what he thought were simply just strong platonic feelings were actually repressed romantic attraction towards him.
He didn’t want to believe it to be true at first, but the more he tried to push away those feelings, the stronger they got. Even now, in the crowded classroom, Mike finds his line of sight drifting back to Will every now and then. He stares at the back of his head, wondering what Will’s thinking about and if he's just as bored as Mike is.
Studying Will was nothing Mike was unfamiliar with. He’s constantly keeping himself in check whenever he feels he’s stared at Will for too long. But now, he doesn’t have to worry about Will noticing his gaze, as he’s seated three seats in front of Mike in the next row of desks to his right. There’s no way Will could catch him staring unless he has eyes on the back of his head, which is highly improbable.
Will sits erect in his desk. He’s always had impeccable posture, with his spine straight and chin level. Mike envies this because his posture is the perfect juxtaposition of Will’s, his aching back to prove it.
Will is wearing a gray baseball tee with a pair of blue gym shorts. It was boiling outside, so his outfit choice was an appropriate and a smart choice. Despite that, Mike wishes he would just wear pants because he can’t shake the little nagging voice in the back of his head telling him to look at how good those damn shorts made Will’s legs look.
And they really do look good, but Mike wishes he wouldn’t wear them to school. Juggling his friendship and secret feelings for Will was already difficult enough without having to look at his perfect calves and small thighs. He loved how the waistband fit snug on Will. Maybe Mike wasn’t as perverted as this is making him seem. Maybe Will should just get shorts in another size up. Yeah, no way this is on him. It’s the short’s fault. The tight grip they have around Will’s ass is to blame, not Mike. They’re basically begging for someone to look at them. Mike just so happens to be the one privileged enough to notice.
Mike’s train of thought is interrupted only when the final bell sounds throughout the school. Everyone around him stands to gather his things and leave. Mike stays seated for a moment realizing what he had just been thinking about as his face turns red. He recollects himself before gathering his own things and making his way to exit the classroom.
“Hey,” Will says in greeting as soon as Mike steps out of the classroom and into the hallway.
Mike flinches, startled by the voice. He wasn’t expecting Will to be right outside the doorway.
“Holy shit, Will. You scared me,” he replies, dramatically raising his hand to his heart, feigning his shock even further.
“Oh, sorry about that.”
“It’s alright,” Mike laughs, lightly knocking his shoulder against Will’s. Even though the final bell had only just rung a few minutes ago, the halls are mostly empty, with the exception of a few kids slamming their lockers shut after putting away their books and binders.
Mike and Will walk silently down the corridors, their footsteps in sync with one another. Mike is aware of this. He just can’t help but notice everything that he and Will do together. It’s a little obsessive, in all sincerity, but he can’t help it.
They round a corner, and start down the final stretch of hallway before walking out the front doors. They’re greeted by the sweltering heat of late August. As things tend to usually go, there isn’t even a single trace of a breeze to relieve them from the unforgiving temperature. And if it couldn’t get any worse, there’s not a cloud in the sky, so the sun is relentlessly beaming down on them. Mike blinks, trying to adjust himself to the brightness he had just been overcome with.
Mike follows Will over to where they had parked their bikes earlier that day. His gaze is fixated on the back of Will’s head. His brown hair glistens in the sunlight. It takes everything in Mike not to reach out and test whether or not Will’s hair is as soft as it looks.
His line of vision lowers down to Will’s shorts yet again. He watches every step, and takes in all of it. He admires the way that Will’s shorts ride up a tiny bit with every step forward. In addition to this, with every step, those too-small shorts perfectly outline the roundness of Will’s ass. He fixedly stares at Will below the waist for the rest of their walk to where their bikes are.
When they reach their destination, Will spins around to face Mike. Instead of Mike’s line of vision being focused on Will’s ass, he’s now fixated on Will’s crotch area. He quickly reverts his gaze to anything but there, his face turning red from being caught.
Even if Will had noticed where Mike had been looking, he continued without acknowledging it, “Are you doing anything after school?”
“Uh.. no, not that I know of. Mom and Nancy are supposed to go shopping after school, but I don’t think that I’m supposed to go with them anyways.”
“Okay. Do you want to come to my house then?”
Fuck.
“Yeah, sure,” Mike responds. He’s still flustered from his slip-up moments ago, but he tried to play it cool and act normal. Will didn’t need to notice that Mike was being weird because then he’d start asking questions, and Mike had no desire to answer them.
“Okay cool. Jonathan brought home the new X-Men comic for me. We can read it together,” Will says as he mounts his bike, waiting for Mike to do the same.
They ride back to Will’s house, complaining about the heat every time they pass through a shaded area back into the sweltering heat. Occasionally, Mike slows down his pedaling to let Will pass him a little just enough for a glimpse of him in those stupidly small blue shorts, only to speed up again before Will notices.
Eventually, they make it to the Byers’ home and park their bikes before heading inside. Will walks in first, kicking his shoes off while making his way to the kitchen.
“We have water, orange juice, and Coke. What do you want?” Will calls out to Mike who is still untying his sneakers at the front door.
“Water is fine,” Mike replies. He makes his way over to the couch and promptly plops himself down. He’s been over a million times before–it’s practically his second home. Getting comfortable here is no problem. Except for the fact that Mike is feeling a little uncomfortable at the moment. Whether it be the fact that he can feel every inch of his clothing sticking to his body from the heat, or because of his newfound infatuation with Will’s shorts, he didn’t know. He just knew that it was becoming a problem.
Will enters the living room with two glasses of ice cold water filled to the brim and hands Mike one. Mike takes it and drinks half of it before Will can even get situated on the couch.
“Slow down, Mike, you’re going to make yourself sick,” Will exclaims. Mike grunts in response, unconcerned with how fast he’s drinking. He sets the now-empty glass onto the coffee table.
“I can go pour you another glass if you want,” Will offers.
“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to. I’ll get up in a minute.”
“I can do it. I have to go get that comic anyway,” Will says, reaching for Mike’s empty glass. He stands and turns to head back into the kitchen. Mike can’t help but let his gaze drift down and settle on Will’s ass again.
He knew he shouldn’t be thinking of his best friend in this way, but he couldn’t help it. He’d never been so intrigued by anyone else this way before–not even with El. Sure, she was his first girlfriend and everything, but it always felt so mundane with her. In the moment, it was exciting. Who wouldn’t want to be dating a girl with super powers? But once they weren’t busy with saving the world and everything settled down, they both realized they didn’t have much in common. They both knew it wouldn’t work out in the long-run and thought it would be best to end it. Mike was secretly relieved because a part of him had always known that he wanted something different than a nuclear family that he grew up in and was expected to carry on.
Breaking up with El is truly what made him start to figure out his own inner desires. He came to terms with the fact that most of his attraction for El was solely based on her needing him. He craved the feeling of being needed. He should’ve known sooner it wouldn’t work because El never really needed Mike in the way he thought she did. Realizing that was the first step in his self-discovery journey. It wasn’t until he started hanging out with his friends in his basement playing D&D for hours on end again before he would get to the next step.
He thought back on those long campaigns he had carefully planned for his friends to play. He would carefully watch each of their reactions to each turn and twist of the campaign, looking for confirmation of his success in the planning of the game. Of course Lucas and Dustin enjoyed every campaign well enough, but not the way Will did. Mike could read Will like a book. He saw how Will lit up when Mike would explain the next turn of events. Even if Mike wasn’t able to tell that Will loved it, it wouldn’t be a secret. Will would always stay behind to help pick up the empty pizza boxes and soda cans scattered around the basement and would point out the things that he liked the most about the campaign. Mike always appreciated it because a lot of thought goes into creating those campaigns and having someone giving him insightful and encouraging feedback was touching.
That’s the first time Mike had felt something for Will. Having someone else recognize and genuinely appreciate his efforts was something he didn’t experience often.
The next time Mike had felt something for Will would shift his whole world.
Dustin insisted on having a movie night with their group in Mike’s basement a few weekends before summer break ended. They set up the TV and moved the two loveseats to face the screen. Dustin and Lucas sat on one while Mike and Will shared the other.
As the movie went on, Will grabbed the blanket that was draped across the back of the seat and placed it on top of the both of them. A few minutes go by before Will shifts from leaning against the arm of the love seat to leaning into Mike’s side. Mike stiffens a bit, shocked by the sudden rearrangement and looks down at Will. Will’s eyes are still glued to the screen acting as if this were nothing out of the ordinary. Mike doesn’t know what to think other than how much he wants to wrap his arm around Will’s side. He hesitates for a moment before risking it all. He wraps his arm around Will’s torso, preparing for the worst. He could have read this situation wrong. He was thoroughly surprised when Will sunk further into his lap, completely comfortable with their arrangement. Mike couldn’t focus for the rest of the movie because of how loud his thoughts were. What is happening? Is this real? Why am I not against it? Will didn’t move until about five minutes before the credits started rolling to avoid the other’s boys seeing their position Mike assumed.
After that, Mike had to really dive deep to dissect what had happened, why it happened, and why he felt that way when it did. It took countless amounts of sleepless nights before Mike could come to terms with the fact that he liked Will. He liked his best friend. He liked his best friend in more than a friend way. He liked his best friend who is a boy in a boyfriend kind of way. And it was terrifying.
People had always called Will a fairy and other stupid names to poke fun at Will just because he’s always been a little different. No one even knew if it had any truth to it. Mike could not even begin to imagine if people found out his secret and started calling him those things too. He knew he couldn’t tell anyone of his situation, and the only person who he could tell and might understand is the very person who helped him with discovering his identity, so that was out of the picture. He would just have to hope that this little crush or whatever it was would go away quickly.
“Sorry it took so long. I couldn’t remember where Jonathan had said he had left it,” Will says as he re-enters the living room with Mike’s water in one hand and the X-men comic in the other. Mike was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t even realized how long Will was gone.
“It’s alright. Thanks,” he says as he takes his glass. Will seats himself back down, closer than he had earlier, and opens the comic to the first page. They’ve read comics together exactly like this who knows how many times. They had a routine of matching each other’s pace and finishing each page at the same time without having to verbally say when Will could move on.
Mike tried really hard to focus on what he was reading, but he was having trouble. He’d read a sentence and then let his gaze slip to Will’s hand holding the comic up. He studied how the prominence of his joints stood out delicately, how his skin glistened, how his hands were kind of small, but he didn’t have short and stubby fingers. He wondered if Will’s hands were as soft and smooth as they looked.
Mike had been so distracted that he hadn’t even realized Will had flipped through several pages until Will had shifted to face Mike.
“Do you think that eating other sorcerers really makes Kulan more powerful? Or is it just something he says to justify cannibalism?” Will asks.
“Huh? Oh. Um. I don’t really know,” Mike answers. Clearly he had missed a lot while he was too busy staring at Will.
“That would be pretty messed up if he actually was eating them just because.”
“Yeah.”
They go back into a comfortable silence and resume reading–or Will does at least. Mike is still entranced in watching Will’s hand move as they turn the page. It isn’t until a little while later that his trance will be interrupted by Will closing the space in between the two boys on the couch. Mike inhales sharply and holds his breath. He waits for Will to move away a little bit. Surely he didn’t mean to scoot that close to him. He waited, but it never happened. He let out his breath. Any hope of trying to focus on what they were reading had just flown out the window.
First the movie, and now this? What does it mean? Does it mean anything? Mike had so many questions, and Will was not making anything any easier.
Will abruptly shuts the comic book and sits up facing Mike.
“You’ve been acting weird lately, Mike,” he says.
“What?”
“I said you’ve been acting weird.”
“I’ve been acting weird?” Mike says, taken aback.
“Yeah.”
“Well I don’t know what you mean.”
“You’ve just been a little off. Why?”
Mike had no clue where this was coming from. Had Will noticed those stray glances? Did he already know his secret? Was he messing with Mike by doing the stuff he was doing? He had so many questions about Will and then he had the audacity to say that Mike was acting weird.
You know what? Fuck it. Mike thinks before saying, “Why have you been doing the stuff you do? What’s up with that?”
“What are you talking about?” Will responds.
“The stuff in my basement at movie night! What you were doing 2 minutes ago! Are you messing with me?”
“No, Mike, I’m not messing with you.”
“So what are you doing?”
Will reaches out to rest his hand gingerly on the middle of Mike’s thigh.
“Testing something,” Will says with a curious hint in his tone.
Now Mike was really confused. What does that mean? Is it really what it thinks? How would Will even know to test something like that? Was his secret really that obvious?
“Oh. Um…,” Mike starts.
“Is this okay?” Will asks as he gently tightens his grip on Mike’s leg.
“I mean… I just don’t understand.”
“What don’t you understand?”
“Literally everything. What are you testing? Why are you doing this to me? Why do you have to make everything so confusing for me?” Mike exclaims. He wanted answers and he wasn’t getting any. He was growing impatient and irritable.
“Mike…,” Will says gently.
“No, Will, you are not going to ‘Mike’ me. Just say it. Please just tell me why.”
“Because…”
“Because why? Please.”
“Because I like you.”
Mike stares at Will. He watched as Will retracts his hand and he hangs his head, eyes staring down into his lap. They sit there in silence for a second, both too afraid to move.
“Can you please say something,” Will begs after another uncomfortably long moment.
“I don’t know what to say,” Mike utters, his voice faint.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done those things to you. I overstepped. I’m sorry. I should have said anything,” Will says frantically, his sentences running together. He stands to try and leave, but he is stopped by a hand grabbing his elbow just before he begins to walk away.
“It’s okay, Will. Really,” Mike assures him. He tugs on Will’s arm as a silent gesture to get him to sit back down on the couch with him. Will obliges.
“I actually have to tell you something too,” Mike says. He can feel his heart start to beat quickly. “I… I think I like you too.”
Will looks up at him. “You do? Like actually?”
“I mean I think so. I’ve only recently started to realize it so it’s kind of new to me, but yeah. I actually like you.”
“You’re being for real, right? You’re not messing with me?” Will asks skeptically.
“I should be asking you the same thing. No, I’m not. Are you?”
“No, Mike.”
With this, Mike’s confidence grows a bit. “Prove it then.”
Will looks taken aback at first, and then relaxes when Mike’s lips tug upward into a small smirk.
“How?” Will says, matching the confidence Mike had shown in a playful way.
“You could kiss me,” Mike suggests.
Will hesitates a moment before closing the space between them. Mike cannot believe that this is happening. He is about to kiss his best friend. He shuts his eyes as Will’s face grows closer to his own. He waits for what feels like forever before feeling a timid pair of soft lips gently press against his.
He waits for more. He wants more. He needs more.
He nudges his head forward to kiss Will with a little more force. He can tell Will is trying to match Mike’s movements and that’s when the thought crosses Mike’s mind. This is Will’s first kiss. Mike pulls away to look at Will.
“Did I do something wrong?” Will asks shyly.
“No, no,” Mike answers before pulling Will back in for another kiss. This time, he kisses Will with intent. Not only does he close the space in between their lips, but also their torsos. He wraps his arms around the small of Will’s waist, drawing him impossibly close. Will pauses, surprised with the quick escalation of events, before he rests his hands on the back of Mike’s neck, fingers reaching to grab at his hair. They kissed passionately, driven by a tangible need for one another. As they continue, tongues are added into the kiss. Mike takes it slow at first to give Will an idea of what to do. Luckily, Will’s a fast learner because the pace quickens and the kiss grows impossibly more passionate. They let it get messy because they both didn’t know how much they had craved this exact moment until just now.
Suddenly, Will pulls away. “Jonathan will be home any minute, Mike,” he says, slightly panicked.
“It’s okay. Let’s just go to your room.”
They both stand, leaving the comic and their glasses of water sitting on the table. Picking up after themselves was the last thing on their minds. They make their way into Will’s room. Mike shuts the door and looks over to Will gesturing towards the lock on the door. Will nods, so Mike turns the lock. Will sits on the bed and Mike joins him. They waste absolutely no time in resuming what was paused on the couch with no sign of hesitation that was present before.
Now that they were behind closed doors, they allowed themselves to get even messier. Hair started to get tugged on, wandering hands slipped under shirts and grabbed at bare skin, kisses starting to miss mouths and hit underneath jawlines.
Mike wanted more. He’s never had anything like this before. He’s never felt this passionate before. He could feel himself growing erect. He wondered if they were taking things too fast. Would Will even want to do anything with him if he tried? He tried to ignore his growing problem but to no avail. He ached for more.
He let his hands wander, slowly making his way down to Will’s hips. He rested them there for a moment before carefully lowering them beyond his hips. He gently caressed under Will’s belly button before playfully tugging at the strings of those stupidly small blue shorts. He moves his hand away to rest them on Will’s hips again, not wanting to pressure Will into anything. He was just, you know, testing something.
It had worked to his surprise though. Will moved Mike’s hand back down there, except this time he made Mike feel how painfully hard Will was too. Mike grabs at the waistband of Will’s shorts, asking for permission to remove them. Will nods while leaning back into the pillow on his bed and lifts hips so Mike can slip them off him. Mike discards the blue piece of clothing that has been driving him insane all day onto the floor. He studies the boy in front of him and watches as Will removes his shirt as well. Mike realizes it’s unfair for Will to be in such a state while Mike is fully clothed. He removes everything but his underwear to match Will.
They both sat there staring at each other, unsure of what was next. Mike leans forward to resume kissing Will. This time, however, he only kisses his lips for a second before kissing Will’s chin. And then his neck. And then his chest. He continues to kiss a line down Will’s body until he stops right above Will’s waistband of his underwear.
“Can I?” Mike asks, motioning towards the only thing depriving Will of physical pleasure.
“Please,” Will gasps.
Mike peels his boxers off of him and exposes his erection. He gawks at what’s in front of him. He hadn’t ever imagined what Will’s cock would look like, but it wasn’t this. It excited him. He needed to get his mouth on that thing.
He looks up at Will. “Are you okay with this?”
Will nods.
Mike reached to light grab at the base of Will’s dick. He can feel Will’s relief the moment he touches the other boy. He knows the feeling all too well from countless times of being alone and horny.
He carefully starts to move his hand up and down Will’s length, watching as Will lets out tiny gasps of pleasure. Mike decides to take it a little further by rubbing his thumb around the tip of Will’s dick. Will lets out a tiny yelp, surprised by the added stimulation.
Mike continues to pump his hand on Will’s dick. He moves in to kiss him as he continues. The kiss is even messier than the time before. Will moans into Mike’s mouth overwhelmed by the pleasure he’s feeling. Mike pulls away and refocuses his attention to the member he has in his hands.
He lowers himself down to where Will’s dick is and gives the head an experimental lick. When Will doesn’t stop him, he takes the tip into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it. He doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing, but it must be right because the sounds that Will lets out aren’t ones you would make if it didn’t feel good.
Mike takes Will’s dick further into his mouth and pushes his tongue against the underside of it. He slowly starts to lift his head up and down, not going too fast, but also not teasing Will by going too slow. He listens as Will moans each time Mike bobs his head further down onto his dick. He feels his own throbbing in need of friction.
Mike continues to suck Will’s dick until he can’t take it anymore. He takes off his own underwear and grabs his aching erection. He starts pumping his own dick as he hollows out his cheeks and moves up and down faster on Will’s length. Will runs his fingers through Mike’s hair and the noises that he makes grow louder. Mike can feel him writhing under him. He can feel himself reaching climax, so his movements start to become faltered. He accidentally grazes Will’s dick with his top teeth. Will flinches and pulls Mike’s hair.
Fascinated by this, Mike lets himself gently use teeth again. He gets the same response. He continues to suck Will off with a mental note to use teeth every now and then.
Right as Mike feels himself about to climax, Will tugs on Mike’s hair to get him to completely pull off. As soon as Mike’s mouth pops off of Will’s dick, Will reaches his own orgasm. Mike watches as Will’s semen spills onto his lower stomach, and that was all it took for pleasure to consume Mike as well. He quickly moves to finish on top of Will so he wouldn’t get it all over the bed.
After they both finished, they sat there, breathing heavily coming down off of their pleasurable high. Mike reached over Will to grab his stupidly small blue shorts and used it to wipe up the mess they had made together.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” Will says, out of breath and visibly in shock of the series of events that unfolded in a short span of 30 minutes.
“Me neither,” Mike agrees. He waits a second before saying, “I’m glad it did though.”
“Yeah. Me too.”
They get dressed again except this time Will can’t put those blue shorts on again.
Good, Mike thought, they were too distracting anyway.