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Evening had fallen, and they had just finished a session. Dustin dipped out first, mentioning he had some crazy test in the morning, and Lucas left shortly after as he was off to see Max. It always ended up like that- just Mike and Will. They had been drinking as Mike’s parents were out for the night and he had managed to sneak some beer throughout the week with nobody noticing. Will could always tell when Mike was drunk when he touched him a lot. Nothing innocuous, but he would fidget with Will’s shirt when they sat next to each other, or he’d press his leg against him. Usually, he kept a safe and intentional distance from Will, they both did, it was an unspoken rule. Will never knew why, but he didn’t want to push; he never wanted to make Mike uncomfortable.
When Mike drank, though, all of that went out the window and it drove Will a little insane. The little touches, the leaning in when he spoke to him, made that buried feeling rise in his stomach, that want for him. But he couldn’t resist it, there was no logical reason for Will to turn away from the contact, so he let it happen, feeling that want gnaw at him with every touch.
Will was gearing up to leave, Mike was slurring his words and holding Will’s shoulder as he talked about the campaign, leaning in and seemingly asking him something, but Will didn’t catch it,
“Sorry, what?”
Mike chuckled lowly, his other hand sliding onto Will’s shoulder, leaning in,
“I said, did you feel like that fight was too long?”
Will shook his head, swallowing briefly before answering,
“No, it was fine. It was good; challenging but not boring.”
Mike smiled, leaning his head on Will’s shoulder, his breath on his neck before he pulled away, slapping him firmly on the chest,
“Good. You leaving?”
Will shrugged, he didn’t want to seem in a rush to leave but he also wasn’t sure how much more of this he could handle,
“I guess- yeah probably.”
Mike dramatically pouted, leaning in again to speak like he couldn’t help it,
“You could stay.”
Will smiled,
“I don’t know.”
Mike tapped him on the chest with his finger, sliding it down to his ribs absentmindedly,
“You shouldn’t bike home drunk.”
Will shivered at the touch, but agreed, he really shouldn’t.
“I’ll stay for a bit.”
Mike smiled and wrapped his arms around Will, leaning in for a sloppy hug, pulling back with a,
“Yay. Let’s go to my room.”
Will swallowed and nodded, following behind him closely despite his better judgment.
They made their way to Mike’s room and Will stood awkwardly in the doorway as Mike flopped onto the bed, his arms outstretched,
“Will,” he said teasingly, like Will was supposed to know what he wanted.
Will couldn’t help but smile, watching his limbs spread out like that,
“What?”
Mike patted the bed,
“Come lay with me.” Will scoffed and he spoke again, “Come on, like we used to.”
Will sighed. Like they used to. Late at night when they were kids they would lay together and Will would have to control his breathing so he didn’t have a heart attack. He remembers.
But Mike was looking up at him expectantly and there was no reason to deny him, not really. So he laid down next to him on his back, stiff as a board.
Mike hummed and turned over, curling an arm and a leg around him, their legs slotting together as he laid his head on Will’s chest.
Will froze, like he was a kid, heart pounding against his chest as he tried to relax, eyes darting down to Mike’s who looked at him hazily, his chin resting on his chest, clearly able to feel how much Will’s heart was racing.
“Will, breathe. It’s just me.”
Will laughed lowly because it’s not like that would make him feel better,
“Sorry,” he took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling.
Mike seemed to breathe all the air out from his lungs and settled into him. Will was able to relax a bit after a few moments, feeling the warmth start to seep through his clothes and the bed dipping beneath them. He focused on that- all the little things, the way Mike relaxed so easily into him, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Will sighed and moved a hand up, tentatively sliding it into Mike’s hair,
Mike hummed and leaned into the motion, welcoming it. Will let his other hand do the same, the pads of his fingers pressing slightly against Mike’s scalp, dragging absentmindedly. Mike’s breath hitched and he relaxed his head, his cheek flat against Will’s chest. It was nice to have something to do with his hands, using Mike’s oh so soft hair to distract himself from the fact that he was laying on him.
It went on like that for a while, massaging Mike’s scalp, feeling the boy above him place his hand on Will’s ribs, his finger trailing back and forth on Will’s stomach. It was a little hypnotizing but Will kept his cool, focusing his fingers, reveling in the little breaths Mike let out every few minutes. Will could feel a little damp patch on his shirt, like Mike was drooling on him. It would be gross if it was anyone else, but the thought just made his stomach churn nervously. Mike hummed and shifted slightly, his hips curving just slightly closer and Will’s mouth dropped open as he felt Mike against his leg. He was shocked, he couldn’t ignore it, his brain was screaming at him to ignore it but something deeper begged him to address it, to get it out in the open, even if it was self preservation,
“Mike?”
Mike chuckled, turning his head to look up at him sleepily,
“Hmm?”
Will bit his lip and breathed out shakily, not knowing why he was the one embarrassed,
“Are you hard?”
Mike smiled and pushed his face back against Will’s chest,
“Yeah, sorry,” He said it like you apologize after bumping into someone at the grocery store, not like it was a friendship altering experience that could lead to things being awkward for the rest of their lives. Will couldn’t say anything, not at first. He was too busy freaking out and wondering why Mike wasn’t running off to the bathroom or somewhere else, anywhere different than laying on top of Will with his length pressed to Will’s thigh.
All Will could get out was,
“Mike…”
Mike looked up at him, and Will would never forget the sight. His cheeks were flushed and it was trailing down to his neck, and his eyes were dark and searching, like even he didn’t know why he was still laying there.
“Sorry, but,” he bit his lip and stared back at him,
“You’re all warm, and you smell good,” he murmured, eyes narrowing,
“and you’re playing with my hair.”
Will’s fingers stalled and his mouth was open for a moment, his brain trying to catch up,
“I made you-”
Mike interrupted,
“You don’t have to stop,”
Will’s breath hitched and he resumed his movements in Mike’s hair, unable to resist him,
“You’re drunk.”
Mike chased Will’s hands, his mouth parting, closing his eyes like he was savoring the touch,
“Not that drunk.”
Will took a shaky breath and slid his hands down to under Mike’s head instead, holding him steady to look at him,
“Are you sure? Should you go- you know- take care of it?”
Mike smiled up at him, like he liked to hear Will talk about it,
“Can I do it here? I really don’t want to get up.”
It was a lame excuse, there was every reason why Will should stop him, to turn him away and make him leave the room. Will couldn’t handle this- doing something that Mike would likely regret in the morning. What if he blamed Will? What if it was the end of their friendship as they know it? What if it truly was just because Mike was drunk and Will happened to be the other person in the room? He couldn’t stand that.
“You’re thinking again, aren’t you?”
Mike snapped him out of it, his voice low and twinged with arousal, and Will wanted nothing more than to hear more of it, despite his better judgment.
“It’s a bad idea, Mike.”
Mike’s eyes narrowed again and his finger resumed trailing across Will’s stomach, sliding farther down this time, over his navel and down to his waistband and back up,
“But what if it’s good for both of us?” Mike said lowly, his proposal heavy in the air. Will felt like he had to get his hearing checked. There was no way Mike Wheeler just propositioned him in his bedroom.
“What?” Will choked out, dropping his hands entirely, and Mike’s head rolled forward, resting his forehead on Will’s stomach, moving his fingers to push Will’s t-shirt up, just a few inches. Mike moved his head down, his knees on either side of Will’s leg, digging into the bed as he leaned to press a kiss to Will’s stomach,
“You gonna make me beg you, Will?”
Will’s heart was going to stop, he knew it. He couldn’t respond, he just watched Mike with parted lips as Mike gripped onto his hips, sliding his hands up to Will’s waist,
“You’ve gotten so strong,” Mike was almost whispering, leaning down to kiss Will’s hip.
“What?”
Mike bit his lip,
“It’s hot.”
Will’s brain was finally catching up, but his blood was all rushing down,
“Even when you’re not drunk?”
Mike nodded,
“Please?” He whispered out. his hands at Will’s waistband,
Will’s eyes felt glossy with arousal and he nodded, unable to resist any longer. Mike’s long fingers reached for the button on Will’s jeans, making quick work of it and the zipper, chewing on his lip as he tugged them down, pulling them off each leg and tossing them on the floor. He stood to pull his sweats down and off, Will watching the fabric slide down his hips and legs, leaving them both in their boxers as he hurriedly crawled back onto the bed, moving up Will’s body until he was straddling him, lowering his hips to sit on the top of his thighs, leaning forward and cupping Will’s cheek,
“This okay?”
Will nodded and swallowed, leaning up to bring their lips together softly. He didn’t know what he was doing but as soon as he felt their lips brush, he knew he wanted more. He pulled back, searching Mike’s face for disgust, regret or something worse, but all he was met with was a small smile, and him leaning in to kiss him again, this time a little more hungrily. Will let him, sliding his lips to match Mike’s movements, letting out a small moan as Mike slid his tongue into his mouth and rolled his hips forward, sliding his hand down from Will’s face to trail down to the bottom of Will’s shirt, pulling away long enough to remove it, bringing their lips together again, his hands sliding down Will’s chest to rest on his abs, fingers flexing out to drag along the skin.
“I really want you to touch me,” Mike admitted, practically whining, and Will nodded, knowing there was nothing in this world or the next that could stop him from doing exactly that. He placed his hands on Mike’s thighs at first, and they trembled, Mike staring down at him with his lips parted, his hips twitching, clearly on their own. Will had never been this turned on in his life. He couldn’t imagine how sensitive Mike must be, he’s been hard for over half an hour and he hadn’t been touched. Will slid his hands up and down Mike’s thighs, sliding to the inside of them, pushing up to the edge of Mike’s boxers, his fingertips sliding inside to grip Mike’s hips, then sliding back out. Mike was shaking, staring down at him with dark eyes,
“Please.”
Will was high off of this power, he had never seen Mike like this, so pliant, so open to him. He trailed his hands inside to grip his hips again, Mike’s boxers bunching up around him. Mike whimpered, clearly heating up. He grunted in frustration and reached down to tug at the fabric on his torso, tossing his shirt onto the floor. Will stared up at Mike’s frame, his long torso on display, his nipples hard in the cool air of his room, his chest rising and falling quickly, bringing his focus back to watching Will’s hands, gripping at his thighs, encouraging him to roll his hips forward. He did, and he gasped, but it wasn’t enough, Will could tell,
“Will- Please.”
Will bit his lip, looking up at him and bringing his hands to the waistband of Mike’s boxers, finally pulling them down slowly, the fabric now past his hips, watching as Mike’s cock slapped hard against his stomach; pink, angry and desperate. Will stared for a moment, taking in the sight of Mike flushed, sitting above him like this with his length curved and dripping against his stomach as he trembled, unable to stop himself from asking,
“Are you gonna be good?”
It was almost a childish tease, a cruel joke, knowing Mike was so desperate for it. But Mike responded earnestly, his flush trailing down to his chest, nodding with his lip between his teeth,
“I’ll be good,”
Will hummed and wrapped his hand around him, causing Mike to gasp, his hips immediately jerking up then forcing down in restraint. Will brought his thumb to Mike’s slit, gathering the wetness there and spreading it around the tip, using it to slide his hand down. Mike’s eyes were closed and his mouth was open, letting out little gasps and whines as Will teased him.
“Mike- Look at me,”
His eyes snapped open, looking sheepish,
“Sorry, I- thought I was gonna cum,” He admitted, taking shallow breaths, his eyes darting from Will’s hand around him to his face. Will slid his other hand to palm at himself through his boxers, letting out a shaky breath. Mike’s hips twitched again and slid his hand forward to Will’s torso, sliding down to reach into his boxers,
“Let me,” he whispered as he wrapped a hand around Will, gripping the base and then slowly moving his hand, leaving Will to groan, his head back for a moment as he felt it. He couldn’t believe this was happening, he never wanted it to end. He didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, or the next day. But he knew he wanted this now. So he sat up, gripping Mike’s hips and dragging him closer, letting go of Mike just to grip him again, this time sliding their cocks together, his hand sliding along the outside of both of them. Mike moaned, staring down at the contact,
“Will- Jesus.” Will reveled in it, sliding his hand up and down again slowly, Mike’s tip leaking onto his hand.
“You’re so good, Mike,” Will let out, watching their lengths rub together, twitching against him as he felt pressure deep within him building up. Mike shuddered and wrapped his hand around them on the other side, his fingers overlapping with Will’s.
“M’Really close,” Mike muttered, his thighs trembling around Will. Will nodded, feeling Mike’s eyes trailing all over him, and if he didn’t know better, he'd think he was trying to memorize this. Will slid his thumb along their tips, rubbing little circles into the skin on each upstroke, watching as Mike’s brows furrowed in pleasure, his bottom lip swollen from biting it. Will continued his movements, speeding up slightly, focusing on the little noises Mike was letting out his thighs still twitching forward with each movement.
“Will?”
He hummed in response, finally letting out a,
“Hmm?”
Mike whined softly,
“Can I? Please.”
Will’s heart was beating and that want was gnawing at him again, deeper this time, clawing at him as his hand sped up,
“Yeah Mike- come on,” he spurred him on, his other hand reaching up to Mike’s hair, tugging him down closer. Mike gasped and seized up, his hips stuttering and his thighs clenching around Will’s lap, whimpering and jerking as he came hard, all over them and Will’s stomach. It lasted a while, hips spasming until the rest spilled out of him. Will groaned and released Mike’s length, both his and Mike’s hand still wrapped around him, covered in cum. He thrusted up into it, the wetness surrounding him and allowing him to fuck into their hands smoothly, the sound echoing in Mike’s room as he thrusted, the pressure building up until it spilled over, his mouth opening as he said,
“Mike-” his climax finally reaching him. He twitched and jerked up, his cum shooting out and mixing with Mike’s between them. It took him a moment to get his vision back, his chest heaving as he worked to catch his breath, looking up at Mike, who was staring down at him hungrily.
They were silent for a while, it could have been seconds or minutes, Will wasn’t sure- he was too busy trying to slow his heart rate. Eventually, Mike climbed off of him, reaching onto his nightstand and grabbing tissues, silently handing some to Will. The silence was deafening. The tension that had been building for ages had finally left the room and now they were just Mike and Will again, sitting on Mike’s bed like nothing had changed, but everything had. Will didn’t know what this was. Was it a drunken mistake? They were pretty much sober when it ended but they weren’t when it started. They both pulled their boxers up and turned to each other to say something, but nothing came out. They stared at each other for another minute, both starting to speak and giving up in the middle. Will almost spoke, until they heard the distinct sound of the front door opening and closing. They turned to each other with a similar look of panic and Mike said,
“Shit,” and they sprang into action. Mike threw the tissues into the trash, Will grabbed their discarded clothing from around the room and threw it into Mike’s closet, and Mike grabbed them each a shirt and pajama pants from his dresser and they quickly dressed, Mike grabbing two comics and handing Will one, opening his door and sitting on the carpet, motioning for Will to do the same. By the time Karen made it up the stairs, the boys were faking an argument about the mechanics of a comic, stopping to greet her.
“Oh Will, I didn’t know you were staying over,”
Will smiled,
“Hope that’s okay, it was too dark to ride home.”
She nodded,
“You guys get some rest, don’t stay up too late,” and headed down the hall.
Mike put his head in his hands and sighed,
“That was way too close,”
Will let himself laugh, shaking his head in disbelief,
“You think?”
Mike looked back at him and smiled, something else unreadable on his face,
“Do you think she could smell it?”
Will grimaced,
“God- I hope not.”
Mike laughed and grabbed the comics, putting them away, turning back to Will, who was beginning to overthink everything again. If he focused too much on Mike’s room, he felt out of place, a little embarrassed, like he did something wrong,
“Should I go?”
Mike furrowed his brows,
“Why?”
Will shrugged,
“Do you want me to leave?”
Mike shook his head, his hand laying on Will’s knee, like he knew it would help Will believe him,
“You should stay- you said it yourself, it’s too late to ride home.”
They didn’t talk about it, they just got ready for bed, lying next to each other in silence. Will’s mind raced with every thought imaginable, but he forced his breathing to calm just like he used to, until sleep overcame him.