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His apartment had never been this noisy before, usually the loudest thing would be Hailey singing in the shower. But Will didn’t seem to mind this time. Everyone was sitting in the living room, Lucas, Max and Jane sitting on the couch, Dustin on the armrest, next to his girlfriend. Mike had taken the one person couch and Will had pulled a chair from the dining table to sit on, next to Mike.
After going out for something to eat and playing boardgames at a cafeteria, they had driven back to Will’s apartment to simply relish each other’s company. Will had missed this, laughter on laughter, someone talking over someone else. It felt like when they were kids. .
The coffee table had bowls of long gone snacks, wrappers of candy they had bought on their way back to the apartment scattered carelessly. A few beers sitting on top of coasters, starting to warm up.
“No, change that.” Dustin complained as Max toyed with the radio, trying to find some good music.
“I’m trying to find something good, Jesus.” Max said changing the channel a couple of times, tuning out Dustin’s complaints on her terrible music taste.
“Dustin, your music isn’t really music.” Jane said, setting her hand on Dustin’s knee.
“Excuse me?”
“I have to agree with Jane on that one.” Lucas second Jane, earning an offended gasp from Dustin who started defending himself and how great metal actually was, blaming them for having such closed minds. Max finally settled for a channel, her lips curving up in a devious smile. She turned the volume up, music interrupting Lucas and Dustin's discussion about genre.
I’m lost in admiration,
could I need you this much?
Oh, you're wasting my time
You’re just, just, just wasting time
“Oh God.” Mike mumbled, throwing his head forwards between his knees.
“I’ve been waiting for someone to bring this up.” Dustin rubbed his hands together, scheming. “Tears for Fears, and you say I have bad taste.”
“Objectively speaking, Tears for Fears is peak, alright?” Mike said, as if he wasn’t digging his own grave bringing the topic to the table.
“So, what did you say last night? Something about this song being about friendship?” Max questioned, brows knitting together in fake confusion, straight forward mocking Mike.
“I don’t think he remembers a lot about what he said last night, he was pretty drunk.” Jane said, shifting on the couch. Head resting against Dustin’s side.
“Yeah Will, how did you carry all of that dead weight up four stories?” Lucas asked, Will chuckled.
“Look at him, he’s probably been hitting the gym, right Byers?” Dustin said “Gaining some muscle.” He flexed his arms ridiculously. Will’s face turned pink at the comment, feeling slightly embarrassed.
“Can we go back to tormenting Mike? I feel like we haven’t entertained the memory of him serenading Will with a love song enough.” Max said, turning the volume even higher. She mouthed along with the artist singing through the radio, looking straight at Mike. He reached out for his beer, grunting at the stretch.
“Oh yeah, yeah. He really gave it his all.” Dustin added “He even dropped to his knees. It was amazing,” He said in a singsong voice, eliciting laughter from the rest of the party.
“I guess he’s just really devoted to his friendship with Will, huh?” Lucas added to the joke, Mike dug the heels of his palms in his eyes, seeing nothing but darkness and his own shame.
“No, no, no, he’s lost in admiration.” Max quoted the song with a snort followed by a giggle.
“Come on, guys. Don’t be so hard on him.” Will interrupted, trying to suppress the laughter that bubbled up his throat. His eyes met Mike’s, who was red-faced. Will tried not to let his thoughts wander into different scenarios where the boy’s face would flush a darker shade of red. He bit his lip as if he was biting down on the thought.
“Well, of course you liked it. You think everything Mike does is like… art or something.” Dustin said, taking a sip from his beer.
“That’s not true.” He shrugged on his chair, ashamed about how true that kind of absolutely was.. “Mike can be a real jerk.” Mike’s neck snapped as he looked up at Will, surprised at the admission.
“I agree.” Jane said, nodding her head animatedly.
“Wow, guys. Thanks for all the love, I feel really appreciated here.” Mike said, unamused and suddenly grumpy at the ‘Let’s roast Mike Wheeler’ show.
“Oh, but we love you, Mike.” Jane pouted, reaching out to gently put her hand on Mike’s shoulder. Mike rolled his eyes and huffed with a repressed smile, he couldn’t get mad at Jane. As he indeed knew, he had been a real life jerk to her years ago.
“Yeah, we do.” Will added. Mike’s stomach flipped as he rationalized how Will hadn’t explicitly reciprocated his earlier confession. At least not with words. Mike wanted to hear Will say it, but being surrounded by his friends would make matters a little complicated. Instead he swallowed his need for verbal reassurance and looked away before he was too obvious.
Jane yawned loudly, arms stretching and eyes shutting tightly, Dustin eyed at his wrist watch and whistled.
“It’s sleep o’clock. Better get going.” He said.
“‘Sleep o’clock’?” Max snorted “That’s the most Dad thing I’ve heard you say. You should stop hanging out with Steve.” She said as she reached out for a bowl that had crumbs of chips, she gathered some of them and licked her finger. “But yeah, I’m wiped out too.” She admitted taking a deep breath.
They all got up, helped Will tidy the place, setting the snack bowls on the kitchenette counter and throwing away the candy wrappers. One by one, the party members crossed the threshold of the apartment, exchanging hugs and goodbyes. The last one to cross the door was Jane.
“Are you staying the night?” Jane asked Mike, as she saw him standing too comfortably inside the apartment instead of crossing the door alongside them.
“Uh, yeah.” He nodded, exchanging looks with Will. “We thought we’d uh… catch up.”
“Right.” Jane said, a little smile on the corner of her lips, eyes squinting. “Well, don’t let us stop you.” She added, she turned away and exited the apartment. After a few last goodbye waves Will shut the door, leaving the two of them completely alone.
Instead of breaking the silence, Will walked himself to the kitchenette putting the dishes on the sink. He opened the faucet and started to soak them. Mike followed behind, leaning on the counter. Eyes glued to Will’s frame, back tensing at the movement of his hands and Mike could do nothing but smile to himself.
“So, I can be a real jerk, huh?” He asked, quoting Will’s words from earlier. Will chuckled, still not turning to face him.
“I had to defend myself.” Will added “Can’t have everyone thinking I just think wonders about you.”
“You don’t?”
“I do.” Will closed the faucet and turned to Mike. He reached for a towel to dry his hands. “But do they really need to know that?” Will asked, twisting his face with a sheepish smile. “I was thinking it could be something between you and me.”
“You and me?” Mike asked, his eyes looked down bashful. After a second he raised his chin to look at Will “That sounds nice.”
Will walked to Mike, cornering him against the counter. Despite being taller than him, Mike felt little in front of Will. He wasn’t sure why, but he knew it had started when Will had tapped into the hivemind all those years ago. He thought it was the most attractive thing he had ever seen, his heart skipping several beats, breath quickening, unknowing of the death and destruction that surrounded him. And ever since he had felt that way every time Will locked eyes with him. But having Will so close almost made him fold.
“Will?” Mike said, eliciting a questioning hum from the smaller boy whose hands grabbed on the counter, arms ghosting against Mike’s sides. “Do you love me?” He asked, bluntly. They had made out twice, he had confessed thrice and yet he hadn’t heard it from Will. After the question left his lips he realized he sounded like an insecure high school girl.
“Do I?” Will asked in fake deep thought.
“Don’t you dare make fun of me right now, William.” Mike warned, clearly not joking about the matter. He needed to hear Will say it so his heart would stop with all the doubt. So he could love Will freely and unashamedly. “Or I’m walking. I’ll stay with Jane and Dustin, I swear to God-”
“Mike” Will interrupted him “I’ve loved you for forever.” He said with a sheepish chuckle “I’m honestly surprised you didn’t find out earlier.”
“Would you believe me if I told you I thought you were just a very good friend to me?” Mike asked half jokingly and Will laughed back.
“You always were a little oblivious, weren’t you?”
“I was just… scared of seeing it. Because then I’d have to deal with my own shit.” Mike slithered his hands to grab a hold of Will’s waist, he connected his hands behind the small of his back. Will hummed, understanding. “Until it became overbearing..”
“Overbearing?” Will asked, tilting his head. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, one of his legs slightly forward between Mike’s.
“Like, painfully inevitable. And yet, it still took me a while. How pathetic is that?” Mike scoffed looking at the ground.
“It’s not pathetic, Mike.” Will’s demeanor turned serious. “It’s perfectly normal. It can be… confusing.”
“I don’t want it to be.” Mike replied, his eyes looked down at Will’s for a fraction of a second before going back to his eyes. “I’m sick of it. I know I love you, Will. I don’t think I can go back to pretending like I don’t.” Will sucked in a breath, he leaned closer brushing his nose against Mike’s.
“Then don’t.” WIll suggested, he left a shy peck on his lips.
“I love you, Will.” Mike repeated, making sure he’d get through Will. He felt guilty, knowing that Will had loved him for so long and he had been too scared to understand his own feelings. “You believe me, right?”
“I believe you.” Will nodded his head lazily. “I love you too.”
Mike pulled Will closer to press his lips against plush ones, finally letting himself get lost in this real-life fantasy. It was short and sweet, a display of all of the I love you’s they’d been keeping to themselves for at least the past decade. A smile cut them off, Will being unable to hide his giddyness.
“What is it?” Mike whispered mirroring Will’s expression of pure bliss.
“You’re just so surreal. Do you know how many times I’ve drawn you?” Will asked, his hands left the counter to find their home at Mike’s hips, thumb pressing against his sharp hipbone over washed out jeans. “Could put up a whole gallery”
“I’m not sure people would buy anything.” Mike joked a little self-consciously. He wished he saw himself the way Will saw him, like he deserved to be put up in walls for people to see. He certainly wanted to be put against a wall at the present moment but for different purposes.
“Wouldn’t sell them,” Will said in a breath, his grip tightened on the latter’s hips eliciting a heavy sigh. “I’d just want to show you off.”
“You’re obsessed with me, aren’t you?” Mike joked, clearly bashful at Will’s praise. Even if he tried to deflect him, he didn’t want Will to stop, ever.
“You have no idea.” Will mumbled. He went in for another kiss, this time hungrier. Hands desperately grabbed on Mike’s shirt pulling it closer to him, trying to press their bodies together in a rush of pure want. Mike moaned against his lips, the sound going straight to the pit of WIll’s abdomen. His tongue pushed past Mike’s lips, grazing against his eagerly, not even worrying about the breath they’d need to replenish in mere seconds. Mike took a step back, stumbling against the counter, Will’s warm body pressing him harder against it.
“Can we move?” Mike asked, pulling away from the heated kiss. Will nodded animatedly. They rushed to Will’s room, closing the door even if there was no one to walk in on them. They stumbled onto the bed, Will collapsing as Mike climbed on top of him, caging him with his long limbs. Thighs over thighs, Mike’s knees spread to sit on Will’s lap and lean over him to capture his mouth in another hungry kiss, aching for the wetness of his lips against his own.
“God, Mike.” Will whined, he propped himself on his hands, chasing Mike’s kisses.
“You look so good, Will.” He trailed down Will’s neck, kissing and licking at tanned skin, tasting all of him. All he could get. His lips closed on a spot near Will’s adam’s apple, teeth sinking in soft skin drawing out a strangled moan out of Will’s swollen lips. Hands traveled down Will’s body toying with the hem of his shirt. “Can I take this off?” He asked, looking for silent permission in Will’s eyes. He nodded, Mike’s hands quickly worked to get rid of the piece of fabric, throwing it to the floor carelessly.
He stopped to look at the boy beneath him, his chest flushed in a pretty shade of pink, heaving up and down as he panted. Mike set his hands on Will’s chest, as he shifted on his lap, experimentally grinding down. He whimpered, the outline of Will’s hard on pressed against his own. His hips rocked slowly, taking in every sensation, layers of denim and cotton keeping him restrained, achingly turned on.
One of Will’s hands shot up to Mike’s hip, the other one still holding up his weight on the mattress.
“Shit” Mike mumbled, throwing his head backwards, mouth agape and eyebrows pinched together as he drowned in the feeling. “You feel so good, Will. So, so good.” He rambled. The pace of his hips quickened, gasping and whimpering at the confinement of his dick. Will sat up, getting his hands on Mike’s ass, keeping him pressed close against him but halting Mike’s frantic grinding.
He yanked Mike’s shirt without really asking, Mike simply complying and making it easier for him to undress him. Will hips thrust up against Mike’s, eliciting a moan from both of them. They pressed their foreheads together, breathing into each other’s mouth as Will continued to thrust into denim. The thought of their cocks sliding against each other made Will shiver in anticipation, not really knowing if Mike wanted to go any further.
“You’re beautiful.” Will said against Mike’s lips. He whimpered at the compliment, back arching at a particularly hard grind. “I’ve wanted you like this for so long.” Will confessed, his fingers toyed with the waistband of Mike’s boxers peeking over the seam of his jeans. “So, so long.”
“Yeah?” Mike asked, crying out loud and shutting his eyes hard chasing the high of it. “I want to touch you, Will. Can I, please?” Mike begged, Will was dumbfounded, unable to respond even though the answer was almost obvious. Mike sat back on his thighs, hand working on unbuttoning WIll’s jeans and unzipping it, grey boxers peeking.
“Wait,” Will breathed out, grabbing Mike’s hand before he could do anything. Mike looked up at him, eyes pleading and hungry. Hungry for Will. “Are you sure? We don’t have to, we can just… do this.” Will said, referring to grinding against each other until they reached their climax.
“Oh, I was hoping we could… Go all the way?” Mike asked, Will panted as oxygen left his system. The thought of Mike wanting to cross that line with him made him suddenly so nervous, like he didn’t have his tongue shoved down the other boy’s throat seconds ago. Mike’s face turned redder, if it was possible, under the unintelligible expression in Will’s face. He had gone too far. “Or not, we don’t have to. I just–”
“Have you thought about it?” Will asked, voice slightly hoarse. Mike shuddered, a mix of adrenaline and embarrassment rushing down his spine all the way to his twitching dick.
“Yeah,” He nodded his head repeatedly, his eyes closed trying to chase some of the friction they had partaken in. Hips rocked slowly and unsuccessfully against a strong thigh, being held by Will’s equally strong hands. “I have. So many times.” He admitted.
“What have you thought about, exactly?” Mike’s face burned to a hundred degree heat, memories of late nights with his hand shoved down his pants as he imagined Will’s hands all over his body. Vivid stories he wrote when he had writer’s block that ended with him moaning Will’s name against his pillow, careful not to bother his sleeping roommate.
“This.” Mike tried to deflect, but by the way Will’s nose scrunched he realized it was not a good enough answer.
“That’s it? You thought about grinding against my thigh?” Will asked as he encouraged Mike’s movements, guiding him with a firm hand at his ass. “I thought you had a better imagination.” Mike groaned.
“I’ve dreamt…” He started saying before correcting himself, giving into Will’s dark eyes on him. “Imagined you.” Wil hummed, motivating him to keep going. Mike bit his bottom lip. “Touching me.”
“And where did I touch you?” Will asked, his other hand traveled up his thigh and hip, fingertips brushing against his navel and lower abdomen, painfully close to where Mike had only dreamt of Will touching. “Here?” He asked, faking innocence.
“Lower.”
“Here?” Will asked again, this time his hand palmed him through his jeans. Mike let out a broken whimper at the sensation, he closed his eyes, thrusting his hips forward to meet Will’s hand; the tip of his index finger barely rubbing up and down denim. He needed more, if his fantasies of Will touching him were coming true, he wanted to meet each and every one of them.
“Lower.” Mike let out without giving it much thought, the sudden stillness of Will’s hand made his eyes open quickly. His breath stuttered and he was brought back to reality. Had he said something wrong? Was Will not interested in that?
“Oh?” Will’s voice was one of peaking interest, not really expecting Mike’s words.
“Is it okay?” Mike asked timidly, the movement of his hips had come to a halt as he realized maybe they should have had a conversation beforehand. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable or anything.”
“I’m not uncomfortable, Mike.” Will added, his hand traveled back to Mike’s thin thigh. “I actually think that’s very hot.” He admitted with a chuckle, that made Mike relax under his touch. “I just didn’t think you’d want to be in that position.”
“In four?” Mike asked jokingly, making Will choke on oxygen, eyebrows shooting up at the mere thought of Mike displayed in such a filthy way in front of him.
“I meant like on the receiving end?” Will added, all of the confidence he had built up slipping away at the ‘not-so-hot-and-heavy’ terminology.
“I want both.” Mike said “I want to be inside you and I want to feel you inside me.” He added making Will flinch at the choice of words. He had never been more embarrassed and turned on at the same time. “But for the past few months I’ve wanted you to fuck me so bad, I genuinely think I’ll die on this bed if you don’t do it. Right now.” Mike had always been a little dramatic, but for some reason those were the most arousing words Will could have ever imagined.
His dick twitched in interest, because he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about the same thing late at night. His cock buried deep inside Mike as the other one whimpered and moaned his name, begging him to go faster or deeper, coming undone beneath him.
“Have you ever…?” Will asked, trying to figure out what he was working with. Mike nodded.
“Yeah, up to three.” He said like it was the most common thing to talk about, the number of fingers someone shoves up his ass when thinking about his bestfriend. Will groaned. Mike grabbed Will’s hand and brought it to his face, his tongue draped over soft fingers under the attentive look in Will’s eyes. “Please, Will.”
“Jesus, Mike.” Will mumbled beneath his breath, the sight was pornographic and yet not even his wildest dreams got close to the real thing. “Okay, yeah.” He agreed, still a little bit out of it. “I should get some things though,” he patted Mike’s thigh, asking him to get off of him. Will climbed further up onto the bed, struggling to reach for his nightstand.
Mike watched closely at the flex of Will’s back muscles, playful moles mocking him. Begging him to kiss and lick at every single one of them. Mike palmed himself through his jeans, clearly still horny. His eyes caught on a small bottle of lube and condom Will retrieved from the drawer.
Realization settled in his gut, they were really going to do it.
“You should lay down.” Will said, his voice was tender and his face, while still flushed, was soft. Mike nodded, changing places with Will. His body relaxed as it hit the comfortness of the mattress, sighing.
Eyes met with green ones and his legs opened wide, an invitation that Will took ever so kindly. The earlier unbridled passion had shifted to tenderness and devotion. Will’s hands brushed against Mike’s abdomen as they traveled down south, meeting the cold metal of the button and the zipper of his jeans.
Slowly he pulled them down along with dampen boxers, lifting Mike’s legs and setting them aside to be able to take them off, completely. As he repositioned himself between his legs, Will stopped himself to take in the view. Mike was laying on his back, chest and face flushed. Eyes traveled down to a dark happy trail that led to an angry cock, pre-cum oozing through the slit. He looked back up to a breathless and blushing Mike, self-conscious under Will’s gaze.
“You’re breathtaking.” Will whispered, mostly to himself. Mike’s ears perked and rang at the praise, shuddering out a breath his lungs had been holding onto. Will leaned on top of him, caging him with his arms. He kissed him, carefully, wanting to memorize every crease of Mike’s lips. A hand grabbed at his neck, slowly descending to his chest just to rest there.
Mike raised his arms to hold onto Will’s bare back, feeling out the smoothness of his seemingly perfect skin. He wanted to stay like that forever, with Will kissing him like nothing else in the world mattered but the two of them.
Will’s lips left his as they trailed down to his chest, licking on salty skin and kissing. He stopped and looked up at the pale boy, one of his fingers rolling over a perked nipple. Mike flinched, hips bucking up in response.
“Good?” Will asked and Mike hated that fake innocent look he gave him. Because this was Will, the ray of sunshine, the kid who hadn’t talked until he was ten years old. Will who was now doing all of these filthy things, tonguing at Mike’s mouth and fondling with his sensitive buds. Mike simply nodded.
Will kissed one of them, placing it between his wet lips, tongue running over it inside the warmth of his mouth.
“Will,” Mike hissed, gripping his shoulder tighter. “Please touch me.” He begged. His cock ached between his legs, burning in seek of the attention Will had denied him of. Will smiled against his chest, a hand snaking through their bodies to grab a hold of Mike’s neglected dick. A strangled moan left Mike’s throat, he pushed his hips forward encouraging Will to move his hand.
“You never learned to be patient, did you?” Will asked, his thumb reaching for the tip of his cock, smearing the bead of pre-cum over the head. He gave it a few languid strokes earning gasps and small sneaky whimpers from Mike. His tongue still latched to the overstimulated nipple, he closed his mouth around it and sucked on it. Mike’s whole body jolted, a loud unmistakable moan ripping from his throat. Will pulled away with a smug smile.
“Fuck you.” Mike whined, hair messy against the pillow.
“I’ll get to that.” Will replied with a low chuckle that made Mike’s insides turn in excitement. Still stroking Mike’s cock lazily he reached for the bottle of lube, uncapping it with a soft ‘click’ single handed. And Mike almost moaned at how attractive he found that. He was a mess.
Coldness took over him as Will’s hand left his erection, pouring the product in his hand. He warmed it up, rubbing his thumbs against his index and middle finger, all while leaning back onto Mike to leave fluttering kisses against his neck and collarbone.
He pushed Mike’s legs wider, and pulled at his hips. Mike yelped, surprised, but certainly not upset, by the other boy manhandling him. Fingers ghosted his ass cheeks, gently. Mike whined reaching for his own bottom and spreading his cheeks, desperate. Will moaned against his collarbone.
“Come on, Will.” Mike complained, he gasped at the sudden touch of Will’s fingertips at his hole. Will rubbed the pad of his fingers against it, feeling the muscle taut.
“Haven’t done this in a while?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked up at the dark haired boy who was trying to remember how to breathe with normalcy.
“Not since last week.” Mike replied. He remembered how pent up he had been, not being able to fuck himself with his fingers due to lack of lube. Lube he had finished in a month, he was very generous with his pourings. “But I loosen up fast.” He promised, nodding his head.
“That’s…” Will said, unable to finish his sentence as he felt a stirring in his groin, he wanted to cry. Good crying. “Let’s test it out, then.” He added. His index finger applied some pressure barely pushing past the rim. Mike gasped at the intrusion, it really had been a while since he had anything up there.
Will was kind with it, soft and caring. He’d slowly pull the tip of his finger out and push in a little more in the next thrust, easing its way in until all of it was inside. He kept it still for a moment, still kissing at Mike’s jaw for reassurance.
“Tell me if it hurts.” Will said, slowly pulling his finger out before pushing it back in with caution. He didn’t want to make it unpleasant for Mike, on the contrary, all he wanted to do was show Mike pleasure as he had never felt.
Mike hummed, closing his eyes as he finally got to feel Will’s fingers inside of him. They were girthier than his own, stretching him slightly wider than he ever could. The pace was unhurried, Will feeling every twitch of his walls against his finger. Mike had enjoyed it for a while, but he had always been greedy.
“Another one. Will, put another one in.” He asked in a breath, legs shifting wider. Will mumbled an ‘okay’ under his breath as his middle finger joined the index inside. Mike groaned in pleasure, the stretch being painful and delightful. Unconsciously he started rocking his hips to meet the fingers that pushed their way inside. Will’s thumb rubbed on his taint teasingly close to his balls. “Harder. Fuck, do it harder.”
“You’re so bossy, even in bed.” Will laughed “What if I don’t?” He asked, fingers going slower than they were before earning a whine from the boy beneath him. “What if I finger fuck you like this until you cum, hmm?”
“No, please. Please don’t.” Mike whimpered, his hands fell onto the side of his head, unable to do anything about the tortuous pace of Will’s fingers. Hips jerked trying to chase the feeling he craved for, Will grabbed at his hip bone immobilizing him. Mike groaned in frustration. “Will.”
“You’re adorable.” Will said with a breathy laugh. Mike wanted to reply, being interrupted by a moan of his own when he felt Will adding another finger, pushing harder as he requested. The pace quickened from the start, pounding into him as he writhed against the sheets. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes. God yes, Will.” Mike reveled in the feeling, his hole stretching further with each thrust. Whimpers became constant and his stomach contracted, a feeling he knew too well. “Wait, Will.” He gasped “I don’t want to–” a full body jolt stopped his sentence as Will curled fingers pressed against his prostate. A broken moan, almost a cry, slipped from his open mouth. “Fuck, Will!”
“That good?” Will mocked him, adoring the way Mike squirmed beneath him. His face contorting in a way he had only ever dreamed of. “What were you saying? You don’t want to what?”
“Oh. Oh, Will. Keep going, just like that.” Mike was lost, not even registering Will’s questioning. He kept exclaiming surprised ‘oh’s as Will pushed against his prostate over and over again. He was standing on the edge of his climax trying to hold onto it to make it last. “Will. Will, I’m gonna cum.” He cried and threw his head back as he saw striped lines when he shut his eyes too tightly.
“Already?” Mike hummed in response, it was more of a whimper than a hum but he couldn’t care about the difference. As his breathing hitched and his lower abdomen contracted, the thrusting stopped.
“No!” He cried out loud, feeling the high of his near climax vanish in the air. A groan left his throat at the emptiness of Will retrieving his fingers. “I was so close!”
“You were saying you didn’t want to cum yet. I was being obedient.” Will freed himself from any guilt. He wiped his fingers against the sheets, he would have to change them anyway.
“How convenient.” Mike scoffed, clearly upset by the denial of his growing orgasm.
“I thought it was you who said you’d die right here if I didn’t fuck you stupid.”
“I didn’t say ‘fuck me stupid’.”
“So you don’t want me to?” Will asked, a flirty smile adorning his flushed face. Mike’s eyes opened wide, stuttering. He propped himself up on his arms.
“No, no. I do.” He replied quickly, scared Will might walk away. But that was not possible, Will was exactly where he wanted to be. Will laughed and sat back, pushing down his jeans. He kneeled on the bed in only boxers, the outline of his dick clear as day. A wet spot that showed exactly where the tip of his cock was, and Mike’s mouth almost watered at the sight.
“I want to suck you off.” Mike said without much thought, and Will laughed slightly embarrassed.
“Maybe another time.” He said, his hands pulled at the waistband and slowly until his erection was met with the cool air. Once his boxers were off and laying on the floor along with the rest of their clothes he sat back on his feet. He made a show out of it, hand reaching for his cock and giving it a few pumps for Mike to see. He moaned at the stimulation, his dick neglected for the last couple minutes.
“Will,” Mike whined “Please.”
“What, Mike?” Will asked, his hand still stroking his cock, the other one on his thigh steading himself.
“Fuck me stupid, please.” Will reached for the condom, only for Mike to reach for his hand. “No, I don’t want that.” He said, and Will stuttered.
“But, Mike-”
“I’ve never done this with anyone else.” Mike admitted “Have you?”
“I mean, yeah.” Mike’s chest tightened at the confession. Of course Will had had sex with other people. He was an adult. “But only with my ex and I was his first and only experience.”
“Was he clean?” Mike asked, Will sighed.
“He was, but Mike-”
“Then it’s fine.
“Mike.”
“Will, I want to feel it. Like really feel it.” Mike said, as serious as he could be. His jaw was tight and his palms turned into fists. “I want to…” He swallowed, ashamed of all of the thoughts inside his mind “I want to feel it when you cum inside of me.” His lips curved into a devious smile when he saw Will’s dick jump in his hand. “I want to feel the slide of your cock in and out of me” He added, shame leaving his body, encouraged by Will’s body reaction.
“Shit, Mike.” Will stroke himself at the commentary Mike had decided to partake in. “Fine.”
Mike shuddered with expectancy, laying back onto the bed as he saw Will move forwards. Hands gripped at his thighs and held them in the air as he positioned himself between long legs.
“Should I do more lube?” Will asked, not wanting to hurt Mike. But the latter shook his head.
“No, I want it to hurt a little. Just to make sure it's real.”
“You’re sick.” Will huffed, he took the base of his dick guiding it to Mike’s fluttering hole. He rubbed the tip of his cock against it, moaning at the warmth Mike’s body radiated. Slowly he pushed it inside. The stretch made Mike open his mouth, hesitant to let any sound escape. It did hurt, but he had wanted it that way. And he tried to savor every moment of it, the girthness of Will’s cock easing its way inside him.
When the tip finally made it past the rim of his hole Mike moaned and Will closed his eyes, trying not to finish right then and there.
“You good?” Mike asked, as if he wasn’t the one dealing with the pain of something literally shoved up his ass. Will nodded, lips pressed tight. His hips pushed forward, cautiously. He opened his eyes, motivated by the soft sounds that left Mike’s eyes. He found Mike staring right back at him, pupils blown out and mouth agape.
The heat of Mike’s insides made Will want to cry. As he pushed in further they shared a breath. Mike’s legs tangled around Will’s waist, heels pressing against his lower back, pulling him closer. Encouraging him to dive deeper.
“You’re…” Will mumbled “You feel so… good.” He breathed in between sentences, keeping himself grounded. Once he was buried to the hilt he held onto Mike’s thigh harshly. Mike, himself, let out a broken moan. They remained still for a moment, both of them adjusting to the pressure and the intimacy of it.
Mike reached for Will’s nape, pulling him closer to share a kiss. The sudden shift made both of them moan against each other's lips.
“Will”
“I know.” Will said, he pressed his forehead against Mike’s. His hips retrieved before pushing back in experimentally, a jolt of pleasure making both of them shudder. “Does it hurt?”
“Yeah.” Mike breathed out, he whimpered at a second languid thrust. “But it’s good. Is it good for you?” He asked, he wanted Will to enjoy it as much as he did.
“It’s so fucking good, Mike.” Will panted, eyes watery and brow furrowed in the middle. “I don’t–” He halted his hips, a shuddering breath leaving his lungs. “I might not last long.” He admitted, ashamed.
“That’s okay.” Mike’s hands traveled to his shoulders, “I just want you to enjoy it.”
“Can I-?”
“Please.” Mike pleaded, Will pulled out again, only the tip of his cock inside. This time he pushed in harder, eliciting a gasp from Mike. He set a steady pace, his cock sliding in and out easily as Mike loosened around him. He kept Mike’s legs open wide, sitting up to see his cock disappear into the heat of Mike’s hole. He groaned at the sight, unconsciously pushing in harder. “Fuck, fuck, Will.” Mike cried out, the quickening pace getting him drunk on pleasure.
“You look… so fucking perfect.” Will grunted, his hips snapped against Mike’s completely oblivious of Mike’s discomfort. Lucky for him, Mike’s head rested against the pillows as he moaned and gasped for the air his lungs lacked, WIll fucking the air out of him.
“Will, harder. Oh God, Will please.” Will’s body being too far from his, all Mike could grab onto was the sheets beneath him. He grabbed a fistful onto dear life, all consciousness leaving his mind as he let himself get lost in the pleasure. The sting of his hole being abused was a constant reminder of how real it was, Will was really there with him, fucking him.
Will lifted one of Mike’s legs, making him shift slightly to his side. The first thrust of the new position made Mike see stars, moaning loudly as Will’s cock pressed against that bundle of nerves inside of him.
“Yes! Fuck, Will. Oh, there. Right there.” Mike started blabbering unintelligible rubbish, he gripped the sheets tighter as he rolled his eyes in delight. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” He repeated shamelessly, as Will obeyed, not really intending to stop until both of them reached their climax.
“Shit, Mike.” Will’s thrust started to stutter, failing every now and then to hit Mike’s prostate “I’m- I’m close.” He breathed out.
“Come on, Will. I’m almost there.” Mike felt his stomach become tight, he closed his eyes as he chased his longed for release. “Yeah, yeah, yeah… Oh fuck! Yes, Will! Will, Will…” He chanted his name as a mantra. Will pushed as deep as he could, stilling and grinding the tip of his cock against Mike’s prostate. “I’m gonna cum, shit Will. I’m gonna–” He reached for his own leaking dick, stroking a few times at a maddening pace. Mouth wide open and moans escaping shamelessly.
“I’m cumming, Oh my God. Will, I’m cumming, I’m–” Mike moaned loudly as he released, white spurts covering his hand. He whimpered and cried as he rode out his high, Will still buried deep inside him. “Keep going. Shit Will, keep going, cum inside me.” Mike begged, his hand still stroking his overstimulated cock. Will couldn’t do much but oblige, chasing his own release.
Small overstimulated whimpers made his breath catch in his throat. He grunted as his thrusts began getting sloppier, missing Mike’s prostate, so it was a good thing Mike had already come.
“Mike” Will gasped, hair was glued to his forehead, a thin layer of sweat covering his whole body. “I… I can’t” He moaned, defeated. Mike moved his hips in time with Will trying to assist him in any way he could.
“Come on, Will. Cum inside, me. I want to feel it.” Mike whined, he felt Will’s dick twitch against his inner walls and he moaned at the feeling.
“Shit, shit… Mike, I’m-” Will was cut short by his own orgasm, hitting him like a wave. A full body shudder ravishing him, hot spurts of cum releasing inside the other’s body. Mike whimpered at the feeling of being full. “Shit.” Will said, breathlessly.
“I agree.” Mike added with a heavy breath, his chest rising and falling, unable to steady his breathing. Will pulled out of him, cum slowly dripping out from Mike’s body. He collapsed next to Mike’s limp body. His knees quivered from their position, but he didn’t care.
“We should shower.” Mike said, still motionless on top of the mattress. Will hummed in agreement, imitating his stillness.
“I’ll bring a wet cloth to clean you.” Will said, he pushed himself up and out of the bed. Mike followed him, catching a glimpse of Will’s full nude body. If he was an artist himself he’d paint him non stop. He could write about him, though. And he had no doubt he probably would.
He saw Will pull out some clean boxers and put them on as he left the room. Moments later, he returned and sat next to Mike. He cleaned off the dripping cum, carefully opening the gaping hole to get out all of it. Mike hissed at the foreign feeling.
“There. All clean.” Will said, his hand rested on Mike’s ass cheek. It was the tender touch of love. “Want me to take you to the shower?” Will asked.
“If you carry me all the way there, I might get hard again.” Mike said, half joke, half truth. He probably would, he found Will’s ability to manhandle him extremely arousing.
“Can’t you think about something that’s not sex?”
“We just had sex, I can’t help it.” Mike justified himself “Besides, you’re in boxers touching my ass, how is that not supposed to turn me on.”
“You’re laying naked in my bed and you don’t see me acting like a total horndog.” Will added, his hand traveled up to Mike’s navel.
“Well, you’re more attractive than me.”
“No way.”
“Yeah. Dustin was right, you have been going to the gym, haven’t you? You’ve gotten bigger.” Mike said, his hand reaching for Will’s bicep, squeezing it.
“Can we not talk about Dustin while being half naked?” Will asked, Mike laughed and smiled brightly at him. Will reached for Mike’s hand, intertwining their fingers. “You’re attractive.” Will said softly. It wasn’t meant to make Mike fluster or to make him swoon. It was more of a reminder. “You are.” He said before Mike could interrupt him.
“You’re just in love with me.”
“I am, but that doesn’t mean that I’m completely love-blinded.” Will said, shaking his head. “I’ve seen every ugly part of you. Each time you’ve been self-absorbed, selfish, mean.”
“Is this a roast?” Mike asked, confused at the sudden hate words.
“But even then, you were the most beautiful thing I had ever looked at.” Will said “And I would just get all nervous and blush whenever I got to look at you. Like really look at you.” He said, chuckling bashfully. “I love your freckles, and the curve of your nose.” He brushed his finger against the slope of Mike’s nose until he met his lips. “And your plump lips. And your high cheekbones.”
“Will.”
“You are a masterpiece, Mike.” Will added “I wasn’t lying, you know. I could put up a gallery with all of the drawings I have of you.”
“Really?” Mike asked, he wanted to believe it was true. More than anything. To know that the way Will looked at him was real. Will nodded his head.
“Really.” He said. He leaned in and kissed Mike’s doubts out of his mind with a brush of his lips. “Now get up, you need to shower and I need to change the sheets.”
“You need to shower too.” Mike argued, “You’re disgusting.” He joked, scrunching his nose as if he had smelled something bad.
“Well, if you start the shower I’ll meet you there.” Will said, a smile curving up the corner of his lips. Mike sat up and pulled Will in a kiss, a press of their lips that ended the discussion. A soft way to say ‘yes’. To say ‘I love you’. But just in case it wasn’t enough:
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”