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Will picked up three movies.
“Back to the future” , “ Die hard” , and “lethal weapon” He was going to Mike’s to spend Valentine’s Day. Just to two of them. As friends. He wasn’t sure if he was happy or being tortured. He dreamed about them like this. Alone on the day that celebrates love. But not as friends. Oh no. He imagined them celebrating their love doing things friends would never do with other friends.
But Mike broke up with El last month. It physically hurt Will to see him broken. So he put his feelings aside and suggested they’ll be lonely together.
Two hearts broken. One by love that just ended and one by one that could never happen.
Poetic, if you think about it.
***
He wandered in the sweets isle of the supermarket, trying to find a good amount of snacks that don’t have dumb hearts on them or a pink packaging.
Stupid Valentine’s Day.
He absentmindedly grabbed two packs of Mike’s favourite gummy bears. He knew Mike loved all of them, except the red ones. More for him then.
“Will!”
Turning to the direction his name was shouted from, a smile spread on his face.
“Lucas! Max!”
He hurried towards them, hugging Max , his hand meeting Lucas’ and pulling him forward into a hug as well.
“What are you doing here?, shouldn’t you be out?”
Max rolled her eyes playfully.
“Yeah we’re supposed to, but this dummy forgot to pick up some chocolates for me.”
He acted surprised. “How dare you Lucas Sinclair?”
Lucas betrayed expression made both him and Max giggle.
“She literally asked for some just now! We were passing by on the way to the restaurant I reserved a table in and she practically ran here for those stupid heart shaped chocolates.”
Max was now fully laughing, holding her stomach.
“They’re romantic.”
“They’re overpriced. And I got you two whole packs this morning!”
Will just rolled his eyes. “Shut up you two. At least you have a date for today.”
Lucas narrowed his eyes and stared at him. “Do we? Who are you picking up those snacks for William?”
“Ugh shut up. You know these are for Mike. Didn’t want him spending today alone after the breakup.”
Max nodded sympathetically. “Yeah, I feel you. El was pretty sad today too. But I think both of them are relieved it ended. It just wasn’t right for them anymore.”
Will shrugged helplessly. “I guess you’re right.”
“Well Will it’s been a pleasure, but my lady and I need to get to a very fancy restaurant. At least the best Hawkins has to offer.” Lucas said with a ridiculous bow and horrible British accent.
“Not before you buy me those chocolates.” Max muttered under her breath.
“I heard that!”
Will chuckled at the ridiculously cute, weird couple and hurried to the check out.
“Bye guys, have fun!”
“Bye Will!”
It was nice for them, having each other. After everything that happened with vecna last year things were rough for everyone. But Lucas never gave up on Max. And he was what Max needed to get out of her trans. They were simply made for each other.
He thanked the cashier and walked out. It was foggy outside and a slight wind made the hair on the back of his head swing lightly. The walk to Mike’s house was short, about ten minutes.
He is going to see Mike. On Valentine’s Day.
It was going to be maddening, he already knew that.
He was just going to ignore his feelings, heart and fucking desire for the next twenty four hours.
No big deal, right?
***
Will was so, so wrong.
Ignoring his crush became much harder when Mike wheeler opened the front door looking so stupidly breathtaking.
Will knocked and was met with the tall, lovely Mike Wheeler. His curls were a beautiful dark mess, his eyes were soft and shiny, looking like shiny dark pralines. He was wearing a plain white shirt with gray sweats, that were hanging so low on his hips that they were really fucking teasing. Like they were urging Will to take them off and reveal what’s underneath.
fucking hell.
yeah so this night might be even harder than Will initially thought.
“Hey, come in.” Mike’s voice was soft and comforting. And was coming from a mouth that looked so very kissable. With plump pink lips and those sweats, Mike seriously looked like Will’s wet dream.
He shook his head in attempt to vanish those stupid, idiotic thoughts and stepped into the house.
“Hey Will, how are you sweetie?”
He smiled at the blond woman standing in the kitchen making little Holly a PB&J sandwich.
“Good, how are you feeling Karen?”
She chuckled, her eyes shining with happiness. “Great now that I can finally talk.”
“I’m glad.”
She smiled at him that unique mother-y smile, like an - I know you since you were five- smile when Mike cut the conversation, rather abruptly.
“Okay we’re going down to the basement. Goodnight mom!”
She just roiled her eyes, clearly not affected by her stupid teenager’s behavior.
“Have fun sweethearts, don’t make to much noise!”
“Yeah yeah. Come on Will.” Mikes tone was rough but his grab on Will’s wrist and the smile he flickered at him were soft and loving.
best friend way of loving, Will reminded himself.
The basement was colder than the living room, and Will shuddered slightly as his body made contact with the old leather couch.
“Here.” Mike tossed a blanket that Will caught just in time. He grinned at him teasingly. “You’re worried about me being cold Michael?”
“Maybe.”
What the fuck? What does maybe mean?
Probably just Mike’s obliviousness. Will simply rolled his eyes.
“Hey, look what I’ve got.” Will watched as Mike bent down and those fucking sweats that stretched over all the right places and were so very distracting.
“Will.”
Oh. Will realized he was staring at Mike’s ass for a solid few moments.
Shit did he notice? He fucking hopes he didn’t . Everything would change. Ted would hate him, Karen could never look at him the same way. And Mike. Mike would be fucking disgusted.
“Oh this night is gonna be good.” He exhaled, looking at the bottle of vodka Mike was waving at him, hoping Mike didn’t hear the strain in his voice.
He changed the topic, trying to ignore the the heat Mikes mischievous grin made pool low in his stomach.
“Which one should we watch first?” He asked, tilting his head towards the movies stacked on the table.
“Uh. “Lethal weapon” I guess”
“Cool.”
Will nestled on the couch, covering himself with the large blanket Mike gave him. It smelled like him, soft detergent and his shampoo, tangy and a little bit of cinnamon.
Mike positioned himself across from him, using the same large blanket to cover his legs and waist.
Will could feel the heat between them.
As the movie started, Will couldn’t focus on a single scene.
Why?
Because Mike was inches away, feet warm and so close yet impossible to touch. Every time he tried to concentrate, he’d notice Mike smiling absentmindedly at the gummy bears, brows furrowed slightly every time he got a red one before tossing it aside. Or sucking at one of the lollipop Will so stupidly bought.
The credits rolled and Wills mind was blank, not a scene savoured in his memory.
“Hey, wanna do something fun?” Mike’s voice cut through the silence stretching between them.
“Always.” Will saw the glint in Mikes eye and a sly smile bloomed on his lips. “What did you have in mind?”
Mike, clearly excited, went and grabbed the vodka from the drawer, those fucking sweatpants hanging dangerously low.
“I say, we’ll play never have I ever.”
Will arched his eyebrow, intrigued.
“And the vodka?”
Mike’s smile got even bigger.
“If you don’t wanna answer, you do a shot.”
This is gonna be good.
“I’m in.”
He watched as Mike sat on the floor across from him, legs crossed. His shirt has ridden up as he opened his palms and showed ten long fingers. Will thought they would look great fisted in his hair. Or around his dick.
“I’ll start. Never have i ever pretended to like history.”
The dumb sentence made Will burst out laughing.
“Oh COME ON, I really do like history.” He protested weakly.
“Oh no William, you can’t lie to me. Your eye twitches when you lie.”
He noticed? Will never told him about it. Shit he barely knew he had a tell. But Mike noticed. This made his heart flutter in his chest.
“Come on Will, put a finger down.” Mikes voice sounded different. Thicker and… commanding?
And holy shit was that hot. Was he imagining things?This tone that he’d never heard before made Will’s throat go dry and his pants feel a lot tighter then they should.
Will was able to do nothing but putting a finger down and catching Mikes gaze. The thought of him using that voice for something far, far less innocent than a game, something that would leave them both sweaty and panting, made him shake his head weakly in attempt to vanish the downright sinful thoughts.
“My turn.” He said, voice quiet and raspy.
“Never have I ever laughed at a friend falling”
“Ugh that’s because you’re a fucking saint.” Mike put one finger down with an embittered expression. “You didn’t even laugh when Lucas fell off max’s skateboard. He literally flipped in the air”
“He hurt his knee!”
“Ugh, see? Goddamn angel.”
“Shut up.” He said right before nudging Mike knee with his foot, watching his eyes glimmer in the soft light of the basement.
“Never have I ever used a friend’s clothes without asking.”
Shit. He remembered doing that. It was during the storm of last year and Will was just so fucking cold he stole one of Mikes sweaters before his mom picked him up. He still has it. Buried deep in his closet drawer, dirty with feelings and desires he wished could disappear.
“Give me the vodka.” He said simply.
“Oh really? Whose clothes did you steal?”
Will, who obviously didn’t wanna answer that just took a long sip of the vodka, straight from the bottle.
By the time he put it down his throat was burning and his lips were wet and tingly. He cleaned them with the back of his hand, glancing back at Mike whose gaze faltered and eyes were shifted to his lips for just a second before meeting his stare.
Did Mike just look at his lips?
No that doesn’t make sense.
Mike likes girls. girls
“I’m not telling you.” He said dryly, throat sore from the vodka.
“Hm.” Mike scoffed, clearly unpleasant.
Shame. Will knew many ways to please him..
“My turn. Never have I ever pretended to like a friend’s idea.”
“You are impossible to play with.” Mike said, putting a finger down without hesitation.
“No. You are just mean.”
“Nah, you’re too nice.”
Will rolled his eyes and was kind of tempted to smash the bottle on Mikes head.
“Never have I ever fallen asleep during a lecture.” Mike flashed him a cheeky grin. He knew Will has fallen asleep during Steve lecture.
He didn’t mean to it’s just that baseball is boring and he had a sleepless night.
“Fuck you.” He said, putting a finger down.
Mike arched his brow, expression can not be deciphered. What the fuck does that mean? Is he grossed out? Does he thinks Will was too harsh? Too….faggy? And of course there was the thought he hoped wouldn’t come up. Was he… tempted ?
Will could make it so good for him…
Mike likes girls, he said to himself. Get this into your pathetic, utterly gay head.
Will decided to ignore the stupid hope that was creeping up on him and continue playing.
“Never have I ever pretended to like someone I didn’t.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, the room got tense. Mike’s expression became tight and detached.
He rubbed his face and silently grabbed the vodka, taking a long sip.
Will watched his adams apple bob, wondering what happen to make him go from happy and chuckling to disengaged and cold.
“Forget the stupid game. Can we just watch the movies and get drunk?”
“Yeah of course.” He said softly, offering Mike a spot on the couch.
Mike climbed up silently, turning on “die hard”, the tv remote clutched in his fist. He open his hand just to fist it again, clearly trying to relieve some kind of pressure that felt a little too heavy. He grabbed the bottle of vodka and nudged it towards his lips, taking a long gulp before handing it to Will.
Will on the other hand, knew his limits. He took a small sip, letting the alcohol burn his throat and passed the bottle to Mike again.
He didn’t realise they got drunk until they finished the remaining movies and almost the entire bottle. His head was spinning and Mike was slurring his words.
“Hey Will? Can I ask you something?” Mike suddenly asked, words long and drawn.
“Yeah, ‘course.” Will slurred back, voice just as bad.
“D’you think El hates me?”
He knew this will come. The moment where Mike would wonder whether he made the right call and question his decision, spiralling
“Of course not Mike. She could never hate you. She is just sad. You were each others first love.” He sighed dramatically. “Things change, there’s nothing bad about it.”
Mike looked at the ceiling, bemused. “I’m not sure about that.”
“About what?”
“El being my first love.”
His heart dropped. What does he mean? Mike adored El. He fucking idolised her.
Shit he was gonna write a book about her someday.
That’s not love? Then what is?
He knew, deep down, what love is. He knew it was the way he felt as if his organs were melting every time Mike touched him, he knew it was him noticing that Mikes ears go red when he lies (yeah, he had a tell too.)
He knew that it was him admiring every single part of him.
“What do you mean?” He asked tentatively. Boise raspy and ragged.
“I don’t know,” he sighed, fidgeting with his hands, “it’s just that- I mean I did like her but I’m just not sure if it was in a loving way? Like if I didn’t just see her as a friend? I don’t know I’m blabbering nonsense.” The words rushed out of his mouth as if they’ve been waiting months to feel the cold basement air.
“That’s not nonsense,” Will said, trying his best to amend his voice to a comforting tone. “It’s okay to lose interest. And it’s okay not stop seeing someone a certain way. And it’s okay to break up. As long as you ended things respectfully, and made her feel seen.”
Mike was now looking at him, expression unreadable. Was he nervous? But why? he knew he was. He was fidgeting with his hands again and chewing on his bottom lip. The sight was fucking painful . This beautiful boy in front of his was spiraling, badly. And Will desperately wanted, needed, to help him..
Before he could think about it, he leaned in towards Mike, his thumb brushing again soft, a little chapped pair of lips, separating them and stopping Mike from hurting himself any longer.
Both of them froze.
“Please don’t do that.” Will whispered through a sore throat, voice soft and strangled. Mike nodded in compliance, eyes dazed, as if he was just noticing what he was doing.
“Will?”
His thumb was still on Mike’s bottom lip, and the single syllable of his name sent a vibration from his hand to his spine, making him shiver.
“Yeah?” The atmosphere was different now, softer, more gentle.
“Do you think she still loves me?” Will’s heart shattered in his chest, his fantasy failing him, as if the ceiling of his own little world was collapsing.
she
Stupid she
“Of course Mike. It’s impossible to not love you.” He managed to say, heart aching. Every word was true though. It was impossible to not love Mike. He was so kind. And smart. And beautiful. He had a beautiful face to match a beautiful soul. He just wish he could see himself the way Will sees him.
He could feel the familiar prickle of tears in his eyes.
“Thanks Will.” He heard Mike murmuring, before turning his back and laying down, closing his eyes.
Of course. His heart whimpered in the dark. Anytime.
He didn’t remember falling asleep, until he woke up and the smell of Mike flooded his senses.
He opened his eyes tiredly, blinking for a few times until his vision stopped being blurry. Mike’s head was resting on his shoulder, moving slightly with each deep breath. He let his eyes wonder on the light skin, faint freckles from endless summers in the fields adorned his nose and cheeks. His nose was a little crooked from that time he fell of their swings in first grade. His lips were a pretty mauve, plumped but still a tiny bit chapped.
He was the most beautiful boy Will has ever seen.
And so unreachable it made his heart ache with each beat in his chest.
He subconsciously painted a picture if this lovely boy sleeping on his shoulder, knowing this is the closest he’ll ever get to him.
He threw his head back on the couch, sighing deeply.
“Will?”
He moved so fast, head jumping back into place to see Mike’s eyelids flutter, and him using the back of his hand to rub the sleep out of his eyes.
God he was fucking adorable.
“Is everything okay? Did you sleep well?” He asked him, voice intimate and thick with sleep, unlike earlier, this tone of Mike was sweet and innocent, almost sounding like the seven year old that read Will bedtime stories when he came over, trying to cover his parents’ fights.
“Yeah I’m fine. Go back to bed Mike.” He said softly, voice quiet and raspy from alcohol.
Instead of doing what Will told him, Mike sat straighter, a sudden cool washed over Will’s shoulder where Mike’s head has been.
“Can I ask you something?” Mike whispered.
“Yeah, anything.” Will whispered back into the darkness of the basement. He could only see a shadow figure that indicated where Mike was positioned, facing him.
“Have you ever been in love? Like madly, passionately, wholeheartedly in love with someone?”
The question made his heart drop.
He needed another shot for this.
He couldn’t make his brain turn thoughts into words that’ll come out of his mouth.
Why the fuck would he ask that?
What is he supposed to say? oh yeah I’ve been in love with someone so much that it consumed me, now I can’t breath around him. By the way it’s you. Surprise!
Yeah, that.
He was taking too long. Mike is probably staring, wondering why isn’t he answering, what is the big deal behind his question.
“Uhm, yeah.”
He said finally. Biting the inside of his cheek nervously.
“How does it feel like?” Mike’s shadow was closer now, so much that Will could feel the heat radiating from his body.
He gulped, trying to keep his voice from shaking while pronouncing each word carefully.
“It’s like fire. It consumes you. It ruins you inside and out and makes you feel so fucking alive . And the feeling is addictive. It makes you feel so flustered and so full and so good that you let it. You let it burn you, destroy you, turn you into a shadow of the person you were before because the one you are now is so much better and you love it. You enjoy it. You just let yourself feel it all until all that’s left is that feeling. And that person.”
He heard Mike breath, felt his chest touching his as it rose with air. His head was spinning, and he felt as he was going to be sick. Or kiss Mike breathless .
“Will,” Mike breathed out his name as though it was some sort of prayer. Will felt the air coming out of Mike’s mouth next to his cheek. Warm air making his face even redder.
He heard Mike swallow, hard, before saying the words that will ruin them both.
“Never have I ever kissed my best friend.”
Silence.
The words that left Mike’s mouth were irresistible. And fucking dangerous .
Will’s hand climbed on to Mike’s back, softly caressing the back of his neck, right where his soft curls were ending.
He couldn’t breathe.
Mike isn’t pushing him away.
why isn’t he pushing him away?
“Mike,” Will’s voice came shakey and ragged. “What did you mean by that?”
His ears were ringing. He could barely hear anything aside from the drums in his chest and Mike’s heavy breathing.
Then he felt it. Mike’s hand, hesitant and gentle, stroking up his thigh, before laying softly on his waist, grabbing, tugging, pulling him closer until their faces were inches apart.
“I think-“ he stopped abruptly, lowering his voice so only Will could hear him, even though they were just the two of them. “I know I want to kiss you.” He said finally, voice barely a whisper. Will was sure he was imagining things. Hallucinating. Dreaming. Because no way in hell that Mike straight, girl loving Mike just said that.
“W-Why?” Will managed to choke out, confused, his hand now firm on the back of the other boy’s neck.
Is this a game? Are they drunk? Is Will dreaming?
If he was he wished to never wake up.
Mike chuckled softly, voice still hushed and low. “Because I like you.”
What. The. Fuck.
“Are you drunk?” Is all he could blurt out, shocked.
Fucking shit if he’s drunk this will be the saddest, most embarrassing night of his life.
He was not going to survive this.
“No,” Mike choked out. Will could feel the warm wetness of tears on his cheek, it stuck them together, an invisible string they shared since that very first day in the swings. Mike’s voice was all wrong, anxious and tense and rushed and so damn adorable.
“It’s just that I never loved El, I mean I did love her but I was not in love with her so I broke up with her and felt so fucking relived because I knew, I knew I don’t have to pretend anymore that I’m interested in her. Or any girl for that matter. And then I came home and dad was blabbering his stupid shit about, y’know, that and I felt disgusted with myself and I tried to convince myself it’s just one girl and sure I’ll be into the next one but then you, you . You were so fucking mesmerizing and so smart, and beautiful and so damn hot I thought i was gonna lose my mind tonight and-“
Will kissed him.
He felt his own tears mixing with Mike’s as he pressed his lips against his, tasting him, sweet and lovely.
It was messy and desperate and needy , he grabbed at Mike’s curls, tugging them until Mike let out a small whimper that made Will’s body jolt with pleasure, he moaned into Mike’s mouth, their teeth cluttering, the sounds soft yet so loud in the dark night in that cold basement. Mike’s hands slid under his shirt, cold hands grabbing his warmth, grabbing firmly, pressing him more against him. Will straddled him, pressing himself against Mike until he let out a soft groan, opening his mouth ad allowing Will to slide his tongue against his.
Wills head was spinning, he felt as if his brain had short circuited. He couldn’t form a single thought beside how soft Mike’s lips were. How sweet he tasted like. How he could feel his entire body aching in anticipation because of his hands.
He leaned more into the kiss, creating an angle that’ll deepen it even more. Mike’s lips trailed his jaw, laying soft kisses down to his neck that made Will gasp and press himself down even harder in Mike’s lap.
He leaned back and looked at Mike. Like really looked at him. His eyes were fucking starry, shining bright with tears and something that made Will heart flutter. His lips were pink, almost red with kisses and slick with spit. His hair was a mess. Curls ruined where Will’s hands tugged to roughly. His shirt has ridden up, revealing soft skin Will wanted to mark with kisses. He was so preternaturally ineffable.
He looked at him through the soft haze, eyes dazed.
“ I like you too. So much.”
Mike smirked at him, eyes bright. “Yeah I figured.”
“Shit. What do you mean you figured?” Will felt the anxiousness creeping in again, his heart beating faster and not from the kiss.
“You looked at me. All night.”
Fuck.
“Well you’re a fucking tease!” He protested, pointing he finger at Mike.
Mikes mouth hung open. “I’m the tease?! You bought those gummy bears and just showed up here wearing those shorts and that old yellow sweatshirt! Every movement of yours is fucking…seductive .”
Wills mouth has gone dry. he noticed the gummy bears .
“Well,” he stuttered, “ you opened the door with doors damn sweats hanging lower than my jaw. I was trying so hard not to fuck you right there.”
Mikes eyes had gone darker, hazier. “Hm. maybe that was the whole point.”
Will instinctively grabbed Mikes waist, hard enough to leave bruises. Mike’s hands got into his hair, tugging softly, just enough to tilt his head backwards, exposing his neck.
He groaned at the first flicker of Mike’s lips. Soft. Light as a feather. Then it became hotter. His breath caught in his throat as Mike began to suck at his pulse point, teeth grazing softly, creating friction and tension in his boxers.
Mike skimmed his tongue over the bruise, softening the sweet ache on his neck all the way to his mouth, capturing his moan with his lips.
This time the kiss was… hungrier like they both knew a kiss won’t be enough. Mike kissed him hard enough to match the fresh bruise gracing his neck. And Will kissed him just as roughly. He bit at Mikes bottom lip, strong enough to taste copper on his lips. Mike whimpered and fucking hell was the sound lovely.
He opened his lips just so and Mike’s tongue was already there. Sweet and soft. Working with his in a way that was almost teasing.
His body was on fire. Every touch, every graze of Mike’s lips on his, every tuck at his hair or warm breath on his neck was sending electricity through his spine straight to his dick, that was already hard, of course.
He kept grinding against Mike, shameless, driven by love and lust, trying to get the relief he so desperately wanted when he felt Mike rubbing against him just right, just as hard.
“Fuck Will.” Mike breathed out when Will rubbed himself at that angle again, deliberately this time, and saw Mike’s eyes roll back in his head, chest heaving as his hips buckled uncontrollably at his touch.
Fuck was he beautiful.
“Take off your shirt Mike.” He said while pulling his own shirt over his head. Mike nodded in compliance just like before, except this time was different. sinful
Will watched him move, removing that shirt the fit him just right. He looked at the bare chest, collarbone, stomach. All beautiful, seamless see of pale skin.
Will’s hands skittered across his bare chest. Feeling his warmth. Mike’s chest rose with a deep breath at his touch.
“So beautiful.” He murmured, eyes meeting Mike’s, tender and loving.
Mike looked at him the same way. Tender. Flustered. Loving.
He laid a hand on Mike’s chest, guiding him down to lay back and lean his head on the couch. Mike obliged, obviously, trusting Will completely.
He leaned in, his chest touching Mike’s, warmth all around them and kissed him gently.
He laid soft kisses to his face. He kissed his eyes, his nose, his chin, his cheeks. He laid another kiss on his lips. His hand came to Mike’s throat, tilting him and deepening the kiss as a soft sound left his lips, making Will’s body buzz with tension. His hips buckled against him, his grip on his throat grew tighter. The kiss became rougher, almost punishing.
He licked his way down Mike’s neck to his collarbone. Beautiful, pale and untouched.
Mike’s breath hitched, a soft moan leaving his mouth as Will’s lips brushed against the sensitive skin. He sucked until he heard Mike whimpering, and kissed around the red bruise.
“For my neck.” He smiled at Mike maliciously.
“Fuck you.” Mike breathed, eyes half lidded.
“Hm.” He rubbed himself against Mike again, seeing how he his breath hitched with surprise. “Maybe later, if you want.”
“Shit.” Mike’s head fell back with groan. “You’re gonna kill me.”
Will smile, his lips wandering lower to Mike’s abdomen, his stomach, leaving a trail of kisses marking his love.
When he got to the waistband of Mike’s sweats he looked up silently.
“Can I?”
Mike nodded, eyes piercing through their fog of desire.
“Words Mike.”
He needed to be sure, needed to know it was okay. Not too fast or too much.
Mike needed to want this.
“I can barely think straight right now.” Will didn’t take his eyes off him, raising one eyebrow.
Mike looked at him, expression softening , voice gentle, hand pushing his hair out of his eyes.
“Yes. please .”
Will took off his sweatpants. Those fucking sweatpants that were teasing him all night. He lifted his gaze up again.
“Please Will.”
He slipped his fingers under the waistband of Mike’s boxers, taking them off slowly, deliberately, hearing Mike’s breath becoming rushed and uneven with anticipation .
Holy shit
Mike wheeler was completely naked beneath him.
“Beautiful.” He muttered. Letting his eyes take it all in, his hair, sprawled on the arm of the couch, curls an inky mess. His eyes were hazy. His lips bruised with kisses. His chest, pretty lovebites scattered on lovely porcelain skin. His cock, long, thick already leaking.
He let his tongue run over the tip, tasting the precum, tasting Mike and his eyes rolled back in his head.
He heard Mike gasp as he took him in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks. Mike’s hands were buried in his hair, pulling him closer, making him groan at the soft sting.
He felt Mike’s hips buckle slightly into his throat, the sensation overwhelming. He pushed his own hips onto the sofa, feeling the pressure in his own pants getting tighter.
His lips left Mike’s cock with a small pop, a strand of spit on his bottom lip still attached, as Mike let out an angry moan.
“You’re holding back.” He said. Voice raw and low.
Mike just shrugged. “I don’t want to be too much.”
Will got closer until their foreheads were leaning against each other.
“I like you. I like this. I like us together. I want you to be too much, it’s what makes you you Mike.”
Mike sighed in understanding, looking back at him, little specks of gold in his brown eyes he hadn’t noticed before. Lovely.
“When I suck your dick I want you to fuck my throat. Please?” He said, voice low, commanding.
“Will.”
Mikes voice was a dangerous rasp.
He slid down his chest, leaving a rushed, faint trail of kisses all the way to the inside of Mike’s thigh. There, the kisses got sloppier, hotter.
He slowly made his way up, hearing Mike whimper when he finally covered him with his mouth.
He worked on him slowly, patiently. Learning what made him gasp and what made him pull at his hair.
“Shit Will.” Mike moaned his name, softly.
His mouth worked in tandem, hollowing his cheeks and releasing when Mike was too close. He teased him. Moaned around his cock, feeling Mike’s whole body shiver. Mike was fully comfortable by now, hands in his hair pushing him down lower on his dick, hips buckling.
He was a mess. spit dripping from the corner of his mouth, his own dick was crying out for attention.
He grazed his teeth over Mikes cock, tongue running over that certain spot that made Mike hips buckle uncontrollably and his body tremble.
“D-Do that again. There.” He pleaded, eyes glassy with pleasure.
Will repeated the motion, watched Mike’s entire body shudder.
“Fuck. I’m close.” He choked out, hips trembling.
Will sucked harder, feeling Mike pull in his hair, getting him closer. He set the pace. Hot. Fast. Punishing.
He did it again. He looked up to see the unforgettable sight of Mike coming in his mouth, a broken sound, half cry half moan left his lips along with his name as Mike rode his climax, shaking uncontrollably.
He let go of Mike’s cock, throat sore. His fingers lightly stroked his hair, sweat clinging to his forehead.
“You’re okay?” He asked.
Mike blinked at him like he was an alien.
“You’re asking me if I’m okay? You just made me come harder than I ever did. And you’re asking if I’m okay?”
Will’s entire world collapsed as Mike turned them around, kissing him furiously.
He couldn’t help letting a small laugh leave his lips, feeling Mike’s lips shudder with the sound.
His laugh quickly died down when Mike placed his knee between his thighs, creating the friction Will so desperately tried to get rubbing against the couch.
“Is that funny? I have never came this hard. Not with El, not in the shower. Even not at night where all I could think about was you.”
The statement made Will shudder. He moved on Mike’s thigh, chasing the sensation, the sweet release of pressure .
Mike kissed him again, breathless, bruising, all while nestling his thigh between his legs, rubbing it against Will’s erection.
Will moaned softly, just for Mike to swallow the sound, change the angle, making it easier for him to grind at his thigh like some fucking animal.
“Look at you love. You’re so pretty, such a mess from sucking my dick.”
The words made Will whimper, his breath hitched as he felt Mike’s hand lingering at the waistband of his boxers, under those tiny shorts he purposely wore.
He was already so close
He gasped as he felt Mike’s hand around his cock, using his thumb to smear the precum gathered around his tip, using it to pump him.
“You want to come on my hand Will? Or on my thigh? My face next time?”
His pumps got faster, Will got closer.
“Maybe inside of me? You wanna fuck me Will?”
“F-fuck Mike.” His voice got weaker, his breath hitched as Mike leaned forward, kissing him, slipping his tongue into his mouth, both his tongue and his hands working on him.
He pushed himself into Mike’s fist, moaning into his mouth when he twisted his palm just so, while biting his lip when the pressure overwhelmed him as he came in Mike’s hand, a whimper leaving his lips as he heard Mike mutter “good boy.” softly.
They stayed like this for a moment, breathless, looking in each others eyes.
“Hey.” Mike said with a soft smile, his eyes bright.
“Hi.” Will whispered, voice hushed. Intimate.
“You’re okay?” Mike said, mimicking Will’s tone.
Will chuckled, grinning at Mike. “Yeah. Had this mind blowing orgasm. Trying to catch my breath.”
A small laugh escaped Mike lips, raw and real. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
They quietly walked to the tiny bathroom in the corner, Mike’s arm around him, as he slowly took his clothes off and got into to shower, Mike joining him.
The water was warm. Mike towering above him was hot. The steam created a cloud around them, hugging them with soft white whispers.
When they got out, Will wore Mike’s sweats. Those dangerous gray ones that are so fucking low…
“You know what I see it now.” Mike blurted out, eyes clearly on Will’s ass. “Those are fucking low.”
“I know. You’re having a taste of your own medicine I see.”
Mike groaned, rubbing his hand over his face. “Shit.” He muttered under his breath.
They settled on the couch, Mike lifted his hand so Will could rest his head on his shoulder, the hand once lifted now slowly stroking his cheek.
“Will.”
Mike said quietly, as if to check if he was asleep. He saw the morning light creep in through the tiny basement window, pale sunlight washing over Mike’s freckled nose, making the freckles much clearer. Will could count them now. Thirteen. He had thirteen small freckles scattered across the bridge of his nose and his cheeks.
“Yeah?”
He felt Mike’s lips on his hair, breathing, placing a kiss on the top of his head, moving.
“Never have I ever fallen in love with my best friend.”
Will turned his head to look at him. At his beautiful boy who had thirteen freckles and hated the red gummy bears and chocolate eyes now shining with hope and nervousness.
He smiled at him, tears, happy tears tingling in his eyes as he replied, smiling softly.
“I have ever.”