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Mike is… weird.
Or at least that’s what everyone else thinks.
But it's not normal ‘weird.’
The ‘weird’ that can be pushed on Lucas and Dustin for their nerdy behaviors. Their ‘weird’ was almost normal to the party and everyone else. Will was ‘weird’ sometimes even though no one really said it to his face. Naming Jane’s new cat Jar Jar Banks was pushing it for Max though.
Mike was weird. Weird, weird.
And it was only towards Will.
Mike was rude, a bit bratty sometimes, definitely an asshole and smartypants when he wanted to be. Never towards Will. He hadn’t yelled at Will since that day in the garage. Any arguments they had nowadays would always end with him apologizing without any prompting from Will even if Will might’ve been in the wrong.
Will could do no wrong in Mike’s eyes.
But that wasn’t the ‘weird’ everyone else was noticing. Mike’s been like that since forever. That’s not noteworthy. It’s the possessiveness. Couldn’t even call it subtle because there was no subtlety to it.
Any alpha, beta, or omega that even expressed vague interest in Will, be it romantic or platonic, Mike nipped it in the bud. He wasn’t forceful. No, no he learned to be more… discreet with it. He learned from his mishaps with Max. Even though he saw her as a part of the pack now.
“He just seems too into drinking, don’t you think?” He’d whisper. “Not that I’m saying you can’t hang out with him, it’s just, y’know… something to think about.”
“He seems so… ugh, I don’t know. He didn’t seem to take your interests seriously. Star Wars is a good movie.”
Always with a little smile. Always spoken in that voice just for Will. Pretending that it’s just him expressing his opinion. The others did it too. Though Mike’s opinions seemed to always outweigh everyone else. Even if Will would deny that he would let Mike have that much power over him.
“Lucas liked him. He said he doesn’t drink all the time.” Will would retort.
“That’s what they always say. It’s just one bottle… and then it’s more.” Mike would answer. “But it’s your choice. It’s always your choice, Will.”
Will would always start to feel weird towards them. Mike’s words just swirling in his head until he had to cut ties with them. Somehow Mike would end up being right, one way or another. This level of possessiveness had begun to worry the party.
These worries were brought up to Will.
He’d dismiss it.
Because he would always trust Mike’s judgement.
Mike has been with him for years. His first ever friend. Why wouldn’t he trust him? Though Will did want something more with Mike, he never pushed it. He was sure Mike didn’t even know Will was into him. Will tried moving past him, especially now that he was going to school in New York with Jonathan.
A kiss with a few male alphas, even some other male omegas but it never went anywhere else. He just couldn’t.
Despite the distance with him and Mike, Mike always managed to call him at 6 pm sharp. No later but always earlier somehow. Will never missed it because it was making up for those lonely months in Lenora. The calls he wished his younger self got from Mike. He eagerly savored the attention with no shame.
Jonathan had complained the electricity bill was so high since their phone calls would always end up leading into midnight. Someone would fall asleep first before they ever hung up on the other. Will was always the one to fall asleep.
A few times Will had brought it up. A little date he had with another alpha, still a bit shy to really talk about romance with others. It still weirdly killed him to tell Jonathan. Those conversations with Mike would suddenly get quiet. Short, snippy.
Will was so sure he heard Mike growl one time. But he tried to believe he was overthinking it. Why would Mike growl at him for that?
It didn’t matter now. Mike was visiting for Spring Break. Jonathan was kind enough to leave for the week, going to visit Steve and Robin for something they had been planning for awhile now. So Will was nervous but also a bit excited to have some alone time with Mike.
He had called Max the night before to shake off his jitters.
“He’s been so weird.” Max muttered. “Well, he’s always weird but like, now that you’re over in New York he’s gotten weirder!”
“Weirder?” Will frowned, his finger curled around the phone cord.
“Yeah, weirder. He’s not around you for a week and he acts strange. But these past few months? Gosh, he’s freaking me out! When you guys came home for winter break, that’s the only time I've seen him act normal. Then we went back to Boston together and now he’s a freak–again! He’s genuinely tweaking.”
Will chuckled slightly at Max’s rant. She and Mike had somehow managed to get into the same university in Boston so they had gotten closer than ever. Though she mentioned that there’s a barrier in Mike that he seems to only allow Will to cross.
That had made Will giddy ever since she told him.
“Tweaking?”
“Yeah, tweaking. I think he has something strange planned.”
“I don’t think it's anything serious, Max. He’s, He’s probably just stressed with school. He mentioned that anatomy has been really difficult.”
“Right… Well, get him back to normal please. I can’t handle his weird attitude anymore!”
Will didn’t think Mike was weird at all.
At the airport, Mike had hugged him. Even going as far as to lift him off his feet, despite the stares they got from a few people. Will’s face was permanently red as he called a cab to get back to the apartment. Mike seemed ecstatic to see him.
There was no awkwardness when they arrived at the apartment. Will eagerly showed Mike his bedroom that Jonathan had helped decorate. The rest of the day was just catching up with each other but because they talked every night on the phone–they really only needed to catch up on the mornings that they shared.
“Are you still struggling with that teacher of yours?” Mike asked just as silence began to take over Will’s bedroom. Will sat up against his headboard, knees up to his chest as he flipped through a comic book. Mike was closer to the edge of the bed–all sprawled up with his pajama shirt riding up, an old Spiderman t-shirt.
It gave a perfect little peak to the band of his boxers. A happy trail of dark curls trailed down his stomach that certainly led to a certain area that Will wouldn’t mind seeing. Mike held an already solved rubix cube in his hand before he purposely began to mix it up. His gaze flickered over to Will, a single eyebrow raising.
Will blinked. He realized he hadn’t answered Mike. His cheeks flushed as he quickly stared back down at the comic book, not even sure where he was originally. “Uh, what, uh, wait you mean, uh, my…” he let out a weak cough. “My painting professor?”
“Yeah. Did she fix your grade?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Will flipped a page, “totally. She mixed me up with some other guy, apparently we have the similar names. Will Myers.” He let out an amused huff.
“That’s good.”
It was silent again. A comfortable silence.
Will took another peak at Mike. He was focused on the rubix cube. Will silently sighed to himself. He didn’t know why he was beginning to feel nervous with Mike in his room. Usually, alphas and omegas would feel something being in such an intimate enclosed space with one another at such a time.
But Mike looked fine. Will scratched at his neck, his fingers grazing the pheromone blocker patch he had put on his neck. Everyone usually wore one when going out. Just common courtesy so buildings and streets wouldn’t be stinking with multiple different scents. His patch usually lasted twelve hours and he could tell it was wearing off.
He closed his comic book, deciding he wasn’t really ready to read it anyway, and reached into his nightstand to pull out another patch. His hand reached up to press on a new one when Mike let out a cough.
“You don’t need to wear one.”
“Huh?” Will looked over at him. Mike was still staring at the rubix cube, his fingers, they looked longer than Will remembered, were still turning and flipping the cube around. He didn’t seem to be seriously solving it anymore. His gaze didn’t leave the cube though as he continued on.
“It won’t bother me. I’m not like those douches who can’t control themselves around a sweet smelling omega.” He said, even though there seemed to be a bit of tension in his jaw.
“Oh.” Will nodded his head. “Yeah, you… you can take yours off too. I, I don’t mind it either.” He placed the patches back in the drawer. “I’ll go get changed.”
“You can just change here.”
Will stood up and blinked. He hadn’t even made any movement to grab any clothes yet. “Uh,” he didn’t know how to respond. Mike had changed in his bedroom though Will had gone to the bathroom to piss so he didn’t see anything. Sure, when they were younger before presenting they changed in the same room but now it felt different to Will.
Mike’s eyes flickered over to him before looking back at the rubix cube. “I won’t look.” He moved to lay on his stomach, the wall now in front of him. Will hummed. Well, if Mike insisted.
He walked over to his closet and pulled out a pajama shirt, some old wifebeater he was sure belonged to Jonathan first. His gaze moved across the closet as he looked for some bottoms. He usually only slept with a shirt and panties but he couldn’t necessarily do that with Mike here now could he? But that meant he had a small pool of pajama bottoms to choose from.
Lucky for him, all of the long bottoms were dirty. He had used them up during January and February due to just how cold it got in the city. His lips pulled into a straight line. No way. He dug further into his closet and to his horror, a pair of frilly black pajama shorts came into view.
The ones Max had gotten him as a ‘gag’ gift but he believed she genuinely wanted to buy them for him. They were cute. Very cute but he just never had the confidence to ever wear it. He had pranced around them the first day it came and then Jonathan had accidentally walked into his room without knocking.
So yeah, a little traumatizing.
Jonathan didn’t judge. He was an omega too and said he dabbled in feminine stuff a few times but felt more comfortable dressing masculine. It wasn’t weird for omegas to be feminine, even male omegas, but back in Hawkins it certainly was. In New York City, Will came across so many beautifully dressed omegas. Especially at his university.
He didn’t think he would go heavy into feminine stuff but he certainly didn’t mind a few feminine outfits. But he wasn’t ready for that. At least not right now. So for now he stuck to more feminine nightwear.
Will silently cursed to himself. He continued digging and came up with nothing. This was his only clean pair. He looked back. Mike’s back was still towards him. He looked back down at the pair of pajama shorts. It was black, cute little frills around the waistband, tiny bow in the middle.
Cute. Another issue was just how short they were. They could pass as panties themselves.
Seeing as he had no other option–unless he maybe rushed to Jonathan’s room and raided his closet for some pants.
A ding went off in Will’s head.
He slowly stood up and made a step to leave his bedroom. The floorboard let out a quiet creek. Mike’s fingers stopped twisting the cube as he looked back. Will cursed in his head.
“What’s wrong? Thought you would’ve been dressed by now.” he said. Woah, Will only started noticing just how long Mike’s hair had gotten.
Will gave him an awkward grin. “Uh, I just need to grab something from Jonathan’s…”
“Why?”
“Uh. Out of pajama pants.”
“What about those on the ground?” Mike pointed at the pair right next to Will’s foot.
Will cursed again.
“It’s…” Will took a deep breath, only now realizing he could smell Mike. The strong cypress that seemed to run in the Wheeler family. “It’s really short…?”
Mike shrugged. “Let me see.”
Will grabbed the pair and held them up. He waited for Mike to agree with him. But it was silent for a moment. Mike stared at the shorts for a second, a second too long. His throat bobbed. Were his pupils dilating? No, Will was overthinking it. He had to be. Mike coughed slightly–his tongue ran across his bottom lip as he turned back to face the wall.
He waved his hand absentmindedly. “Just wear it. It’s only pajamas.”
“Oh, yeah, I guess it is…” Will cursed the squeaky floorboard beneath him. He began to get undressed, tossing his shirt into his dirty hamper. The action was tedious and something he’s always done–he was just going through the motions. Going through the motions that he had forgotten that there was a full body mirror that was nestled in the corner of his bedroom.
A perfect angle to show him changing from where Mike was. Mike was watching him from the mirror–unabashedly so. He placed his chin on the palm of his hand, his gaze laser focused on Will. It was when Will pulled down his pants, with a little bit of struggle–allowing his ass to jiggle just a bit–his blue panties were a sight to behold.
Mike bit his bottom lip.
But it didn’t stop there.
Will tugged off his panties as well.
As he tugged off his panties, a string of slick connected to the seat of the panties to his pussy. Will, unfortunately or fortunately–depends on who you’re asking, was one of those omegas who leaked more slick than the average omega. He didn’t need to be aroused like other omegas to begin to slick. It’s why he had gotten into the habit of wearing pantie liners.
But he had run out and forgot to buy. So he was stuck with just changing his panties. He bungled up his panties, spreading his legs out as he wiped at his cunt, collecting anymore of the stray slick.
He tossed them in the hamper and bent down to grab a new clean pair. It gave a perfect sight to just how slick his cunt was, perfectly squeezed between his thighs. Will stood up straight as he slipped on a pair of older white panties. He grabbed the shorts and tugged them up, struggling when he tried pulling it over his ass. He jumped a bit on the balls of his feet–almost like a bunny.
It was hypnotic.
“These aren’t my size at all.” He silently complained under his breath when he fully made it past his ass. The waistband fit perfectly but it was just a struggle to fit it over his butt. Were omegas with bigger butts supposed to just jump repeatedly to fit anything on?
Will turned around and saw Mike still facing the wall. His hands still fiddling with the rubix cube. Will sighed in relief. He walked over to the bed and took a quick glance at himself in the mirror. His outfit was heavily mismatched. The old white wifebeater clung to his body–showing off his waist but wasn’t cute in the slightest.
It looked even worse paired with the cutesy pajama shorts.
Will plopped down on the bed in his previous spot. He leaned back and went to grab his abandoned comic book when Mike suddenly turned to face him.
“Anatomy is so hard.” He randomly complained.
“Yeah, what’s your grade right now?” Will grinned, turning his attention to Mike. Mike tossed the rubix cube in the nearby hamper, ignoring Will’s confused expression, as he sat up to sit properly.
He sighed dramatically. “I don’t know, probably a D at this point.” His eyes looked down at Will’s thighs before flicking up to look him in the eye. Will wondered if he imagined that. “I pass whenever we do anything dealing with alphas or betas. But, with omegas, it’s like I don’t understand anything.”
“Really? I don’t think we’re that difficult.”
“That’s not–” Mike pouted slightly before letting out a laugh. “I get the basics… but it’s a bit different with male omegas. Y’know? They’re just, rarer, and only recently are there more of them popping up.”
Will hummed. “Well what confuses you about them?”
Mike’s lips twitched. His posture relaxed, “I’m not confused… there’s just not a lot of…” his gaze flickered between Will’s thighs. His throat bobbed. “What’s between their legs.”
“Huh?” Will’s cheeks flushed. He felt his back straighten. “You–what do you mean?”
“What I said. My professor is no prude,” He laughed. His laugh made Will relax a bit. Right, this was normal. Friends could talk about private parts without it being weird. He’s just trying to complain! “He showed us male alphas dicks, female alphas vaginas and their dicks, then betas, and a female omegas vagina… but he didn’t have anything on male omegas!”
“R-Really? Where, where did he even find those pictures?”
Mike chuckled. “Apparently he got them himself. Some science project he did.” He shrugged as he leaned back onto his hands. “Those pictures really did help, actually, well it was weird at first, especially seeing a male alpha’s dick, I think I’m bigger than that guy though–”
“Mike!” Will giggled.
“What, I am!” Mike smiled. “But it really helped. Those diagram photos are nothing in comparison to the real thing…” His voice trailed off before he looked Will in the eye. “The real thing.” He quietly repeated.
“The… real thing…?” Will whispered back, his head tilting slightly. “What–?”
“Will, you’re the real thing.”
Will balked. “I-I guess I am but–”
“So you can show me.”
“Mike.”
Mike gave him an awkward grin. “Yeah, yeah, sorry that was weird. It’s just,” he sighed. “I really need to pass this class or I’ll have to take it again.” His eyes looked over at Will. “The professor is cool and all but I’m not exactly looking forward to having to see his face again for the next few months… and I, well I trust you… I’m always comfortable with you. Maybe a bit too comfortable, huh?”
Will frowned slightly. He parted his lips to say something when Mike hummed as he got up from the bed.
“Forget it. That was strange to ask.” Mike walked to the connected bathroom, “I'm gonna use the bathroom real quick.” The door quietly shut behind him.
It was silent.
Thoughts rushed through Will’s mind. This was… This was weird, right? Was this the ‘weird’ that Max was talking about? That everyone else had mentioned? It couldn’t be. Mike wasn’t asking for any other reason. It was for science. Mike just needed help with science. Right?
Mike had never taken advantage of him. He would never.
And somehow, Will wasn’t weirded out about being asked. He was weirded out because he wanted to. He wanted Mike to see him. To see him vulnerable. See a part of them that no one else has.
His cunt. He wanted Mike to see his cunt.
Will hugged his knees to his chest and buried his face between his thighs. He was the weird one! He was taking advantage of Mike's honest (is it really honest?) want to learn about male omega’s anatomy. God, he was already getting the opposite thoughts that he should be having towards his best friend.
He was already a bit excited about wearing these shorts around Mike. What if he slicked while Mike watched him? Wouldn’t that be horrible? He’d end up freaking Mike out. But then again, Mike brought it up. Mike asked. He should know that some omegas have overly slick cunts.
Hopefully.
Maybe he was just really horny at this point–that he was getting wet at the thought of someone, his first love really, looking at his cunt. So…
The toilet flushed and Mike walked into the bedroom, wiping his wet hands onto his shirt. Will let out a nervous cough to catch his attention.
“I’ll do it.” He whispered.
Mike tilted his head. “Do… what?”
“Y’know…”
An almost cruel smirk tugged on Mike’s lips before it was replaced with a smile. “You gotta tell me with your words, Will.”
“You do know!” Will whined in embarrassment. He couldn’t help the slight pout on his lips. Did he really have to say it out loud? It was already embarrassing as it is. His gaze flickered to Mike, watching as the alpha only raised an eyebrow, practically goading Will. Oh. Will looked away, burying his face in his legs as he tugged his knees to his chest. “....my….” His voice weak and muffled by his thighs.
“What?” Mike stepped closer. He cupped a hand behind his right ear and leaned in, his eyes narrowing as if he was genuinely trying to decipher what Will was saying. “I, I can’t hear you, Will. You gotta speak up.”
Will groaned in frustration. He sat up straight and pulled his face from his thighs. His cheeks were flushed pink, eyes doe-ish and watery. He didn’t know why, he felt embarrassed, but also he liked just how mean Mike was being. Way too much.
“I’ll…” he started, gaze flickering up at Mike. “I’ll show you my…” his hand nervously pointed between his thighs.
Mike sat down on the bed in front of Will. “Show? What are you going to show me? Your legs? Because I can see them just fine right now.”
Will glared at him. Now Mike was just trying to get a reaction out of him. It was working better than he wished to admit. “My vagina, Mike! I’ll show you my vagina.” He recoiled within himself at just how loud he was. His ears felt hot to the touch.
“Good boy,” Mike said.
It was silent for a moment.
The pair blinked at each other before the smooth talking exterior Mike portrayed cracked. His cheeks dusted a bright red as he let out a nervous laugh. He brushed back his bangs, he desperately needed a haircut, and gave Will a tense smile.
“Uh, I meant, Good… job…?” His voice trailed off, shoulders shrugging up. Will only blinked. Mike let out a tense groan. “Yeah, it’s uh… good to get comfortable saying those words y’know? Don’t let the prudes win, thats what my professor says actually, he had a whole lecture on not being afraid to use the word dick or vagina–a very open minded guy… uh,” a wheeze left his throat as he pursed his lips. “Right. Right. Uhm, let’s… let’s just take your shorts off.”
Will tried to hold down the laugh that bubbled in his throat. Any tension he felt dripped away. Yeah, he and Mike had been through weirder things. Much weirder things. Just think of this as a science experiment.
Where Will Byers was the test subject.
Again.
Will pushed the negative thought away. Not the time to be thinking about the horrors of Hawkins when he was about to show off his private parts to his childhood best friend.
“Okay, you can’t laugh.”
Mike rolled his eyes. “I’m not ten, Will. I’m not going to laugh at a pussy.”
Will’s cheeks flushed. “Don’t call it that.”
“What, pussy? Cunt?” Mike chuckled. “Those are names for it. Does it make you nervous? Vagina just… it feels too clinical, doesn’t it?” He moved back on the bed, allowing for Will to spread his legs as he gripped the waistband of his shorts. “Can I call it that? Please?”
“I, I guess… Yeah, yeah it’s fine.” Will hesitated for a second. Gosh, he was really doing this. He bit his bottom lip and dug his thumb further down his shorts to catch the waistband of his panties as well. One full swoop. Just take them off at the same time. Rip off the bandaid. Will took a shaky breath, lifting his hips off the bed as he quickly tugged off his shorts and panties.
He fell back down on the bed with a heavier thud than he imagined. The old bed springs squeaking from the force. His shorts and panties were gripped tightly in his hands while his eyes had closed shut. He didn’t even realize he had closed his eyes.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Mike’s voice cut in. Cool hands brushed against his knees, causing Will to shiver. Mike’s thumb gently rubbed small circles on Will’s knees. He didn’t say anything, allowing Will to mentally prepare himself to slowly open his eyes.
Slowly, Will looked in front of him to see Mike give him an encouraging smile. Cypress pheromones had taken over the bedroom. Mike was releasing his pheromones to calm Will down. Will’s inner omega purred at the action. His body visibly loosened but his thighs were still clamped shut.
“See, you’re so pretty.” Mike said.
Will stared at him in shock. He expected Mike to say he misspoke but it seemed like Mike was already focusing on something else. His larger hands shifted to grip Will’s knees. He was situated in front of Will.
“Can I see?” He spoke again.
“Uh… You, you can’t see it?”
Mike gave him a wide grin. “Kinda hard when your legs are clamped shut.” He nodded towards Will’s legs that were practically glued together. Will didn’t even realize he was applying so much force to keep them together. He felt embarrassed but Mike didn’t seem all that surprised. “Need me to help?”
“Help? Like, how…?”
“You’re, you’re just shy.” Mike said, his gaze flickering up to Will. He looked to be thinking about what to say, as if he was scared the wrong thing would make Will try to cover up. “I can take the lead. I’ll hold your legs open until you feel… comfortable to hold them open yourself.”
Will hummed. “Okay… Okay, yeah, that’s fine. I, I mean you’re only going to look, right?”
Mike didn’t respond.
The smell of cypress and lavender tangled together in the room. Will’s lavender pheromones were a bit meek, easily surrendering to Mike’s cypress. Strong hands slowly slid upward on Will’s milky thighs. He wanted to ask if Mike needed to go so high to touch him but bit his tongue to stop himself.
Let him lead.
He was the pack alpha after all.
Will’s body, despite his inner omega seemingly wanting to show himself off, seemed too shy to do it with no shame. Mike applied a little press of pressure to pull apart Will’s thighs. But Will quickly clamped his legs shut immediately. Mike’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at Will before looking back at his thighs.
His fingers dug deeper into Will’s plush thighs, giving himself a better anchor. Then, with strength that Will didn’t know he possessed, pried open Will’s legs with no struggle. It was so fast, so aggressive, that Will let out a sharp gasp as his legs were forced apart.
Slick dripped from his cunt.
Cool air brushed against his cunt that seemed to slick even more at the new attention it was receiving. Mike, however, was staring at Will’s vagina as if he was seeing something extraordinary. His lips parted, his eyes widened, and his throat bobbed once more. Will squirmed which only led to Mike tightening his grip on Will’s thighs.
Mike didn’t say a word. He just stared. Stared as if he was truly taking in the marvelous sight in front of him.
Will’s pussy was a little fat. Puffy lips that were recently smoothly shaved judging by the lack of hair. Will had only shaved recently because he had a doctor’s appointment, he actually hated shaving. Though now he was quite happy that he did. Slick was dripping from his pussy, dripping down into a small little puddle on the bedsheets beneath him.
“Where’s your…” Mike finally spoke, his voice hoarse. He spoke as if he was dangerously thirsty. “Your, uh, clit.”
“Ah,” Will bit his bottom lip. “It’s ah, hidden. Male omegas usually… uh, have a bigger clit that has to be…” his face felt so hot. Gosh, he was really explaining his own clit to his crush. “Y’know, uh, touched…? Uh, touched to come out…? I, I don’t know how to explain it.”
Mike finally tore his gaze away from Will’s cunt. His pupils were so dilated that Will wondered if he was okay. “Can I touch it?”
“What?!”
Will’s yell seemed to snap Mike out of his weird little trance. He blinked, his pupils returning to normal.
“It’s just–it’s just to see it all. I mean, you, you could touch it yourself. In the photos my professor showed us, we saw a female omega’s clit.” He said. His voice trailed off as he looked at Will expectantly. It both pissed off and oddly aroused Will. Of course he was getting aroused, an alpha (an alpha he’s loved for years) was essentially asking for him to masturbate right in front of him.
A gush of slick dripped from Will’s cunt. He gasped in embarrassment, clasping his hands over his mouth, his eyes widening in pure shock. His legs desperately tried to clamp shut but Mike only had to tighten his hold–push back down once–for Will’s legs to stay in their place.
Will was so happy that he had covered his mouth because he just fucking moaned at that.
Though it seemed Mike had heard that based on the slight smirk on his lips. He let out a cough and leaned in closer to Will.
“It’s just a touch. I promise.” He said, his voice in that tone that was just for Will. “I can do it for you… if you’re too embarrassed."
“But,” Will dropped his hands. “Wouldn’t it be weird…? I mean, we’re…” his throat bobbed. He didn’t want to say it, but it was true. “We’re friends…”
Mike’s hands dug into Will’s thighs. “Yeah but we’re different from normal friends. We’re… We’re the pack alpha and omega of our party. We’re closer than everyone else.” He said. Will felt as if Mike was whining a bit, like the mere thought that Will didn’t want to go any further was going to upset him.
The whole pack alpha and omega thing weren’t official by any means. Usually the pack alpha and omega were a couple in their own right, though rarely they were just close friends. The party never actually chose one but it was no secret that Mike essentially led everything. It only made sense that he would think of Will as the pack omega.
Max seemed to believe Will was.
Even Dustin, a beta, talked about Will and Mike as if they were the pack leaders whenever telling a stranger about their pack.
Will remembered that Jonathan seemed to believe he was too.
Everyone did, according to Lucas.
But Will never tried to think too much of it. It wasn’t like he really helped Mike when it came to leading anything. He more so just sat and watched Mike. He liked it whenever Mike took control. Maybe that’s why his horniness was taking over right now–forgetting all about trying to keep this ‘friendship’ of theirs.
“Okay.” Will whispered. He wanted it. He really did. “Just a touch.” But he didn’t want it to go too far and where things would get weird with him and Mike.
Mike grinned. Like, really grinned at Will’s agreement but he didn’t do anything just yet. “You sure? I can touch it?”
Will couldn’t help but purr at Mike seeking reassurance. He only nodded his head, fearful that he would moan instead of actually say something if he were to try to speak.
“Can you keep your legs open for me, bab–Will?” Mike coughed. He moved to sit further between Will’s legs, using his body like a barrier to keep Will’s parted. Will nodded his head again. His eyes were wide as he watched with baited breath.
It felt like everything was going in slow motion. Mike’s long fingers reaching down, inches from Will’s pussy. A brief slow brush of Mike’s index finger between Will’s slicked puffy folds–his middle finger entering to help part the lips open so he could get a better look. That touch…
That touch caused Will to cum.
His orgasm was electrifying. His back arched as a loud cry left his throat. His legs tried clamping shut but were blocked by Mike’s body. Will hiccupped, his eyes watery, tears already threatening to fall. Holy shit. He knew his body might get excited at the mere touch from his crush but to think it made him have an almost life changing orgasm.
Jesus.
Will whimpered. Embarrassment but also the wanting for more filled his body. He didn’t even want to look at Mike. He probably freaked him out. Shit. Shit. Shit. Will tried to think of a way to excuse himself when he finally looked at Mike and his jaw threatened to drop.
Mike was far from being freaked out.
He… he was aroused.
His pupils were blown. His chest heaving as he focused solely on the twitching wet sex that was somehow able to still drip slick despite Will’s orgasm. Will noticed the groaning bulge in his pajama pants and squeaked at the size. He knew alphas could be big but Mike looked really big.
A little too big!
“Will, that was…” Mike pressed the palm of his hand against his lips. His teeth threatened to sink into his skin. Slick dripped from his two fingers. “Shit, that was hot. Are, are you okay?”
Will blushed. It was hard to speak at this point. He eagerly nodded his head. Mike wasn’t weirded out at all. This was… This was going farther than Will had anticipated. If this went on any further–they wouldn’t be able to just be friends anymore.
Mike pulled his hand away, focusing on the slick coating his fingers. He brought it up to his nose. A loud groan left his throat. “You smell… you smell sweet.”
“R-Really…?”
“Yeah. Fuck,” Mike wiped his hand on his shirt and moved down. “I, I know we said just a touch but… Will, baby, I, I need to taste you.”
“Taste?” Will short circuited that he didn’t even realize Mike had called him baby.
“Yeah, can I?”
Will watched as Mike moved to kneel between his thighs. His face was inches from Will’s cunt, his nose briefly brushing against it. The touch earned a gasp from Will. Tears welled in his eyes from the overstimulation. His pussy was so close to Mike’s face–just one movement forward and he’d be eating him out.
Fuck, fuck.
There was no way that he was going to just stop here.
He couldn’t.
Not with Mike staring up at him with eyes that were practically begging. No words needed to be said to tell just how much Mike seemed to want this. To need this. It was like he’d die without a taste. He was thirsty. Will reached down and tugged up his shirt.
Mike watched his movements.
“The walls are…thin,” Will whispered. “I’ll need to… muffle myself.” He admitted. There was nothing else he needed to say. He brought the wifebeater up to his lips, biting down on the fabric. It was how he masturbated at night to make sure neither Jonathan or their neighbors heard him.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” Was all Mike said. His hands moved up Will’s body. One hand sprawled on Will’s soft belly, the other grasping his ass, squeezing the supple flesh.
Will whimpered.
The first lick was something else. Mike leaned forward and gently delivered a long lick of Will’s slicked pussy. He groaned at the taste and quickly dove in. Will arched his back as he cried out. The attempt at being slow and gentle were pushed out the window at the first ever taste of Will Byers’ sweet, sweet slick.
Mike ate him like he was starving. His tongue slipped between Will’s pussy lips. He suckled and even nipped at the slick covered skin. It only took a second before Will’s clit was uncovered. There was a difference between a female omega and male omega’s clit. A male omega’s clit was larger once it revealed itself.
It was also a hundred times more sensitive.
One suckle on his clit and Will was coming again. His legs clamped around Mike’s head as a muffled moan left him. The shirt hardly muffled him but it was better than nothing. Tears that welled in his eyes finally fell, wetting his dusty pink cheeks. His hands didn’t know what to do, grasping at the bedsheets beneath them before tangling themselves in Mike’s dark curls.
There was no break. Mike didn’t let up even though Will had just orgasmed. In fact, he increased his efforts. His hand slid down as he released Will’s poor sensitive clit, his thumb pressing down harshly as he rubbed it with no remorse. He dragged out three more orgasms from WIll–each one sending him into a further babbling mess.
Will couldn’t even speak anymore. His thighs shook, squeezing around Mike’s head. He felt overstimulated and attempted to push Mike’s face away from his aching cunt. Strong arms wrapped around his thighs (holy crap, since when has Mike been working out?) and Will felt his center of gravity shift.
With one tug, Will was suddenly laying on the upper half of his back, head resting on his pillows. Mike sat up on his knees–staring down at Will with a wide grin. It reminded Will of the times Mike would smile at him whenever he got excited during a D&D campaign. Only now he was smiling because Will’s pussy tasted divine.
Mike’s lower face was drenched with slick. “You’re doing so good, baby.” He whispered, his breath tickling Will’s cunt. Will whimpered at the nickname. “Think you can squirt for me?”
Squirt? Will knew about it, even though he was a virgin. He did read a few porn magazines. Squirting seemed a little outside the box. It was said to honestly just happen and he wasn’t sure he could really handle anymore orgasms. Mike reached down and gently pried the wifebeater out of Will’s mouth.
His thumb brushed against Will’s lips before pulling away.
“I…” Will licked his lips. He was a sight to behold for Mike. His brown hair was sprawled out like a halo, cheeks wet and pink, doe eyes still watery–more tears threatening to fall. Mike hated it whenever Will cried back then but now… now he really liked it. “Maybe… Maybe I can…?”
Mike pressed a kiss on the tip of Will’s clit, a loud whine leaving the omega’s throat. Fuck, he really shouldn’t be doing that or Will was going to think this could lead to something else.
Just as Mike was about to devour him again–he stopped.
Will whined. “W-What?”
“Will… can I… do something? You, You can say no but I can’t, I need it.” Mike whispered like he was exposing a secret. He gently guided Will to lay down fully on the bed, climbing to hover over Will. The two stared at each other for a moment–not exchanging a word before Mike let out a sigh. “Just the tip… Can I… put in the tip? I wanna–I wanna feel you. Fuck, Will, you taste so good and it’s so warm, I, I need to feel it. Just the tip, please? I’m–I’m so hard.”
Will gasped at the feeling of Mike’s growing bulge press against his cunt. A glob of slick coated the crotch of his pajamas. Their groans filled the room as Mike couldn’t help but grind his hips forward. Will’s clit twitched as it was brushed against with each slow grind. Will’s toes curled.
“Tip… the tip…” Will babbled out. He could hardly think at this point. The only thing that managed to penetrate his mind was the need for Mike to fuck him already. “Wait, wait.” He sighed out, closing his eyes as he leaned his head back. He took a few heavy breaths before looking back at Mike. “I… I can’t just let you… fuck me and then we just go back to being friends, Mike.”
It was painful. Even though his body was craving it–if he ever so much as gotten the taste of Mike, he could never live without it. He couldn’t, wouldn’t do that to himself. No matter how much he wanted Mike.
“I’m not going to–” Will stopped when Mike let out a laugh. “What–What’s funny?” Embarrassment began to bubble in his throat. Was this a joke to Mike? Was this a prank? Why-Why was he laughing at him? Will sat up and was ready to push Mike off of him when he was roughly pushed back onto the bed with one hand.
Mike hovered over him, both hands now caging Will onto the bed. His eyes were sharp–his lips pressed into a straight line. “You think I’ll, what, fuck you and then leave you? Do you really think I’d do something like that?”
Will coward underneath him, “W-Well its easy to think the worse when you just start laughing without saying anything.” He glared him. “You’ve, You’ve never expressed any–”
“I’ve never expressed interest? Jesus, Will, I've pushed away any alphas who even looked your way!”
“What?” Will felt breathless.
“You thought I talked shit about those guys for nothing?” Mike smirked. “Baby, I made sure no, no one back at Hawkins could even look at you. I,” he sighed softly, “I've wanted to make you mine since high school but it was kinda hard to do that when that ugly freak was trying to kill us all.”
“Then…”
Mike gave him a smile. “I was… I was a bit scared to ask you out once he was gone. You seemed… You didn’t look ready to even think about that and I didn’t want to force you. And really, I wasn’t going to… Y'know, do this but I can’t wait anymore. Not when you’ve talking about those ‘dates’ you’ve been going on. I’m not going to lose you to some alpha douchebag who wouldn’t even understand a tenth of what you’ve been through, what we’ve been through. I, I was made to be your alpha… just like you were made to be my omega.”
Will stared up at Mike with wide eyes. He blinked before his vision got blurry. A soft whimper left him as he opened his arms. Even though he was crying, he had a soft smile on his lips. Mike quickly engulfed him into a hug–pulling him up to sit on his lap as his arms wrapped around his slim waist. He pressed soft kisses on his neck, teasing Will’s scent gland.
His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, earning a shiver from Will.
“You’re so pretty when you cry.” Mike whispered into Will’s ear.
Will blushed and weakly punched Mike’s chest. He pulled away and bit his lip. Sitting on Mike’s lap, he could still feel Mike’s bulge press right against his cunt. His bulge was still hard. Perhaps even harder than it was before.
“I don’t have any condoms.” Will pouted.
Mike hummed, squeezing his waist. “It’s just the tip. Unless you want me to go out and buy some.” Will immediately shook his head, no way was he going to wait here with an aching cunt for Mike to come back just for some condoms. He could get them tomorrow.
Just the tip.
Yeah, the tip should be fine.
“Just the tip.”
Will found himself laying on his back on the bed. He moved to bring his shirt back to his mouth but Mike grabbed it instead. In pure shock, Will watched as Mike easily tore the wifebeater off his body. Will shrieked in shock even as his pussy squirted out some slick at the show of strength.
“Don’t hold back, I wanna hear you.” Mike said.
God, Will was going to cum again from his words alone.
Mike placed Will’s legs around his waist, tugging down his pajamas and boxers. It was somehow humiliating but also sexy that Will was fully nude while Mike was still dressed. He wondered if he had some type of degradation kink or something. Why was he enjoying this so much?
Mike’s cock was big. The tip was already dripping pre-cum. He grabbed his cock and slapped the tip against Will’s cunt. Will’s legs twitched. The copious amount of slick allowed for Mike’s cock to easily slip between the fat lips, teasing the clit. Mike was agonizingly slow. He dragged his cock between the wet folds.
It was absolute torture.
Will didn’t know if he was going to survive this. It felt like a dream. Mike was… essentially his alpha. Though they haven’t mated yet. And he was about to lose his virginity. Well, almost lost his virginity. He did lose his oral sex virginity at least?
Pre-cum and slick began to mix together just like their pheromones. Will whimpered, allowing his cries and moans to no longer be muffled. He thought he sounded too girlish but it seemed to drive Mike crazy. Mike used his free hand to grip Will’s waist and guided his cock with his other to slowly slip inside Will’s eager cunt.
He was so aroused that it didn’t hurt. No, the stretch was welcomed. Will’s lips parted in a loud, delayed moan. His head leaning back as his toes curled. It felt so good. Too good and that was just the tip.
But it stopped there.
Mike wasn’t moving. His chest was heaving, hair stuck to his neck due to the sweat dripping down his face. But he didn’t budge at all.
Oh.
He really meant just the tip.
Will whined. No way. No way. He can’t just take the tip. He needs more.
He lifted his hips slightly but Mike tightened his hold, stopping whatever Will had intended to do. Mike smirked at him. Fuck, he looked so good. His bangs sticking to his face. The sweat dripping down his body. Will was sweaty too, he wished he could turn on the fan but he didn’t even want to move at all. Besides moving to push in Mike’s cock.
“Mike… Mike, I can’t, I need…”
“Tell me, Princess.”
Will let out a long whine. He was going to die. His hands grasped the sheets beneath him as he let out a stuttered breath. “Do it, please, please, please.” He sounded so pathetic.
“Use your words. What do you want?” Mike squeezed Will’s waist as if he was encouraging him. “I won’t do it unless you beg.”
“Mike…..”
Mike didn’t move. They stayed there for a moment, each attempt Will made to get Mike’s cock to sink in deeper was futile. He even earned a few quick spanks on his pussy for his actions. Will was a whimpering, crying mess by this point. He just wanted–no, needed to get fucked.
Will batted his wet eyelashes, staring up at Mike. “Mike, please, f…fuck my pussy.”
A wide, almost cruel grin pulled on Mike’s lips. He leaned over Will–capturing Will’s lips in a kiss. Will moaned. His first kiss with Mike happening when they’re having sex for the first time. They were certainly doing things backwards. It didn’t matter though.
Mike pulled away, “it wasn’t so hard, was it?” He whispered just as he slammed his cock deep inside Will. Will let out a silent wet scream. He felt like he was forgetting to tell Mike something but he was too focused on each deep, harsh thrust, into his hungry cunt.
Squelching and nonsensically babbling filled the roam. Skin slapping together, Mike’s hips flushed against Will’s ass. A punched gasp or high pitched cry left Will with each thrust. He was going insane. Mike’s name left Will’s lips like a prayer, the only word he could manage to say.
Everything else was just nonsense.
He came two more times. Each time sending him into a frenzy. This was too much. His cunt squelched and weakly squirted during his seventh (or was it eighth?) orgasm of the night. Will felt crossed-eyed and thoroughly fucked. His moans now weak little whimpers.
“Too… too much…” Will weakly pushed at Mike’s chest. “Can’t… can’t…”
“Just a little more. Hold on just a little more, Will. I’m almost there.” Mike groaned. His voice was strained, grip tightening even harder on Will’s body. There were going to be marks of Mike’s handprints all over his body. He moaned at the idea. To be marked by Mike was a dream come true.
“Want it…”
Mike grunted in confusion. He was trying to make sure he pulled out in time so he had to focus on his thrusting. Will didn’t care or was just too far gone to think properly now. The omega wrapped his thighs around Mike’s thighs, effectively caging him in.
“Will! I need to–”
Will mewled. “Mark me. Please, Alpha…” He whispered.
Now that… that was a dangerous, dangerous thing Will just did.
This whole thing, the whole learning about a male omega’s vagina was just a way to see Will’s pussy. Sue him. He had to listen to his omega talk about other guys over the phone and do everything in his power to not book the next flight to New York City to claim him officially. So yeah, he wasn’t doing the best thing morally.
But he wanted to at least end things morally. By not cumming inside Will’s greedy, tight, cunt. To not just sink his teeth into his throat and claim him. It wasn’t like he hasn’t thought about this since high school. Now things seemed to stray far from his original plan. He didn’t think he would even get so far as to fuck Will.
At least not on the first night.
“You’re such a tease.” Mike groaned out. “You want it, Omega?”
Will shuddered as he nodded his head. He bared his neck as he bit his lip in excitement. Finally, finally.
Mike pushed one finally thrust into Will’s cunt, releasing his cum deep inside, as he bent down and sunk his teeth into Will’s scent gland. A loud moan left Will’s throat. His hands gripped Mike’s shoulders as the claim took hold on him. It was the most erotic feeling he had ever felt.
It was warm. So warm. His cunt squeezed around Mike’s cock, milking it for all its worth. The newly paired couple sighed in unison. Mike released his hold on Will’s neck–growling at the nice mark that scarred Will’s gland. Blood trickled down his neck, dripping onto the bedsheets.
“You were so good for me.” Mike whispered.
Will purred. “So warm.”
Mike grinned and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. Luckily, he didn’t knot him and Will wasn’t in heat. So it shouldn’t take.
Hopefully.
“Will?”
Will groaned. He curled into the warm body beside him, gasping as something thrusted deeper inside his cunt. His eyes opened slowly. Mike was beneath him. The alpha had his arms wrapped around Will’s waist–holding him close. His cock was still deep inside of him, including the cum that was dripping down his thighs.
“Will?’
Mike was fast asleep. The two of them had fallen asleep right after their mating. Which, yeah, in hindsight, wasn’t the smartest thing Will has ever done. He stared down at Mike before moving to rest his cheek on his chest, keeping his eyes on his slumbering figure. Mike was his alpha. Mike and him were officially a couple.
A giddy grin spread on his lips.
Max was right, Mike was weird. He was weird for him and him alone. Will giggled at that. Everyone else would probably tell him that he just signed himself over to one of the most overly possessive, toxically obsessive alpha from Hawkins but Will didn’t care at all. He liked Mike’s ‘weirdness.’
“Will! I’ve been–” The door opened and there stood Jonathan with a curious Steve behind him.
Will shrieked, thankfully he was covered by a blanket but that didn’t mean he wasn’t shocked that Jonathan was home! That woke Mike up immediately, quickly shooting up to protect Will from the danger. His arms tightened around Will as he growled only to see Jonathan (and Steve).
“What–?” Jonathan’s mouth was agape before he took in the quite large bitemark on Will’s scent gland. Steve did too.
“Woah, nice one, Mike! Took ya long enough.” Steve nodded his head, giving Mike an approving alpha thumbs up. Mike awkwardly smiled–though he could only focus on the growing glare on Jonathan’s face.
“Please don’t tell me you guys are mated.” Jonathan’s voice was strained.
Will and Mike glanced at each other.
“You got to be kidding me. Please tell me you used protection.”
“I’m not in heat.” Will whispered, cuddling further into Mike’s arms for comfort.
“Mated pairs don’t need to be in rut or heat to have a higher success for getting pregnant.”
Mike and Will stared at each other nervously.
“Oh.” They whispered in unison.
Yeah. Oh.