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Mike got there as fast as he could, his foot heavy on the gas pedal. Karen would probably kill him if she knew he’d been speeding, she always warned him to be careful with the car. It was hardly his fault, he was always unreasonable when it came to Will.
He parked in the parking lot of Hawkins only bar, how he knew where to find Will. He had called him, very probably drunk judging by the way he slurred out his words and whined his name. He didn’t know why he called him, but he would always answer.
It had been four years since graduation. Four years since Will moved to New York and built a new life for himself. They didn’t lose contact, this time. Mike wrote to him, as he was determined not to replicate the same mistakes of the past. They kept in touch and every once in a while they reunited in Hawkins, four times a year. Especially during summertime and the holidays. Will was now back to Hawkins for a week, and it appeared that he took the habit of drinking in New York since he called Mike from a bar, drunk as hell. Mike intended to pick him up and bring him home. More like, in his basement.
He was easy to find. Half laying on the counter of the bar, droopy eyes under his thick lashes that fought to stay open. His cheeks were rosy and he was twirling a straw in an empty glass, making the ice at the bottom clink against the glass.
Mike walked up to him and laid a hand on his shoulder, prompting his friend to turn to him, at first with an inexpressive and bored looking face, morphing into a genuine smile mixed with surprise in his widening eyes.
“Mike! Hi,” he probably didn’t expect him to actually come. As if Mike would ever not do anything for him.
“Hey Will,”
“What are you doing here?”
Mike’s face dropped, a little pinch to the heart.
“You.. called me. You don’t remember?” He couldn’t believe Will was so wasted that he called him and forgot. Maybe it was a mistake? He hoped it wasn’t. He liked being the one coming to his rescue, the reliable friend he could lean on when needed. If this was just an unconscious drunken mistake then - what was he good for?
“Oh.. No I don’t remember,” he shifted on the stool he was sitting on. Mike became embarrassed suddenly, standing there awkwardly, he felt out of place. He waved at the barman when he saw his eyes on him, with a tight-lipped smile. This seemed to communicate what he wanted to communicate; he wasn’t here to drink, just to pick up his friend and go.
“I guess you’ll always be the one I call for,” Will said quietly.
Mike’s chest burst out with warmth, something churning in his stomach. He laid an arm around Will’s shoulder to help him up and Will got the message. He stood up, wobbling on his feet and losing balance, having Mike catch his full weight and supporting him.
“Sorry,” he whispered under his breath. Even intoxicated he still seemed well aware of his actions, always shy and delicate in his behaviour, like shame followed him wherever he went.
Mike circled his waist and put Will’s arm around his neck, holding his wrist. Once he was secure he helped him walk back to the car.
He shoved him in the passenger seat, clicking the seatbelt for him.
“Do you feel sick? Are you gonna throw up?”
Will seemed to think about the answer for a little bit, but he eventually shook his head.
“No, I don’t think so. But I need some fresh air..”
Mike got in the car and started the engine. On Will’s side, he opened the window, letting the cold wind of the night on his face. Will laid his head on the door and Mike drove silently, without a word. Listening to the way Will breathed and the wind rushing past.
———
Mike carried him all the way to his basement, his whole body tense in the stairs with the only mission of not dropping Will.
He was less drunk than Mike first believed, still relatively okay, he had seen worse. The first time Dustin drank, he broke a tooth and woke up in the bathroom in total black out. The same went for Lucas, but he wasn’t actually there with Lucas when that happened.
It probably wasn’t the first time Will drank, or got drunk, but it was the first time Mike saw it. He was capable of talking and walking but he knew him to be clumsy in general. Even without being drunk, Will could trip on his own feet. Inebriated, his balance was even worse. Going down this damned flight of stairs was a nightmare filling Mike with fright. He grasped at his waist tighter, contracting every muscle in his body to support him. Will almost dragged him backwards, and then forwards, a couple times, but Mike managed to support them both and avoid any concussion. Once he let Will down on the couch, his friend nearly threw himself down, crashing with all his strength on it.
“I’ll get you some water, okay? Don’t move,” he said and ran upstairs.
He came back slower, holding a full glass and trying not to spill any. Will listened - as if he would go anywhere in that state anyway. He had only flipped around, instead of being face first into the couch, he was laying on his side, cheek puffing on his arm and eyes staring into the void with a strange melancholy etched in them. He looked… oddly sad.
Mike gave him the glass and sat down on the floor next to him, his back turned to him. Will drank, let the glass down. Mike didn’t know what to say. Things were always easy with Will, but he wasn’t used to a Will drinking alcohol. He wasn’t used to being around inebriated people in general. He didn’t want to leave him all alone just yet, but he doubted they’d be talking about anything more than a headache. Did Will even want him there?
He heard a soft noise, some kind of sniffles and he turned around to look at him. He was shocked to see tears spilling down Will’s cheeks.
His eyes were glassy and tears poured, rolling down his face, going all the way to his arms before melting away into the tissue of the couch.
“Will? Will, are you okay? What’s going on?”
Will sniffled and wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand.
“I’m sorry..”
“What? No, hey, don't apologize. Tell me, what’s wrong?” He wanted to reach, to touch. But he didn’t know if his gesture would be any comfort. He could only be there for him, listen. He doubted Will would appreciate him wiping his face with his thumb like he wanted to do.
“It’s just..” he sighed, shifting this time on his back, letting a tear roll from the corner of his eyes to his temple, dripping all the way to his neck.
“Carlton broke up with me. Just now.”
“What? Holy shit Will, I’m so sorry,” there was genuine shock in Mike’s voice. Will and Carlton had been together for a good two years already, he thought they were strong. He was sad for Will, sad to see his friend sad, a break up could be extremely painful. But there was a small part inside of him that seemed to bloom with glee. A small little part. A germ. But a part nonetheless.
“Yeah.. he called. It’s.. It’s over. Just like that,”
“I mean.. was.. was everything okay with him? Did something happen?” Mike asked, still hesitant to reach. He knew in normal times he would reach for his hand or hug him for comfort, but this wasn’t normal times. Will was heartbroken, and newly single.
Will pushed out a sigh, lifting his eyes to the ceiling while shaking his head a bit.
“We uh.. we haven’t been going too well for a while now. I guess… I guess I knew it was coming. I just.. didn’t think he’d do it over the phone, while I’m away,” he seemed insulted by this and Mike could only understand. This was a complete pathetic move.
“Guess I’m lucky I live with Jonathan and not him.. won’t have to pick up my stuff or see him again,” he muttered between his teeth, some sort of resentment in his tone, that immediately shifted right back to a full on sob wracking his body.
He covered his face in both hands, struggling to breathe while the tears burnt his eyes. This time Mike acted, he sat down next to Will, squeezing himself to find a place on the couch and rested a hand on Will’s arm.
“I’m so sorry, it’s really shitty,”
Between his struggling breath Mike managed to make up some of the words.
“I.. I thought.. We said that some distance might do some good..”
Mike shushed him, patting his arm. Will suddenly sat down and collapsed onto Mike. He held him strongly, sobbing into his chest and clinging to him like a lifeline. Mike could only hold him, a hand caressing his back and the other in his hair, patting him gently, still trying to shush him.
He let him cry for as long as he needed to. He felt Will’s fingers closing around his shirt, balling his fist in the fabric. And he cried for long uninterrupted minutes.
He got back up once he felt a bit better, wiping his face with an exhausted puff.
“Sorry,” he said again. Mike didn’t have to say anything, Will already knew he hated when he said that, especially when it was about his pain.
“Me coming to Hawkins was supposed to give us a little break away to think.. I didn’t.. I didn’t think he’d just take the opportunity to dump me there. Did he just realize he actually doesn’t need me? Like he saw I was gone and realized he didn’t miss me at all? What were the past two years for?”
“This really sucks. I don’t know what to say other than.. You really deserve so much more than this guy. Seriously, he just made a terrible mistake and he will regret it for the rest of his life,”
Will didn’t seem to buy that. He shrugged, lips slightly pouty and red. He sniffled again, his eyes red-rimmed and watery.
“Do you want me to beat him up?” Mike said. It made a small smile finally break its way on his face. A tiny chuckle, but it was enough. At least it was a smile.
“No, it’s fine,”
“Then do you want to talk about it?”
Will seemed hesitant. He looked away, unsure of if Mike even wanted to hear about his relationship problem. Or ex-relationship at least.
“I mean it’s not.. You don’t have to-”
“No, I don’t have to do anything, you’re right. I want to. I’m your best friend, I’m here for that. I’m here for you,”
“It’s uh.. It started because of.. It’s sort of about our.. sexual life?” Will muttered, keeping his voice down, even more so for the last part of his sentence.
Mike cleared his throat. Not that it changed anything - but it did a little. He had talked about a bit of their sex lives with Lucas and Dustin before, but he knew Will was particularly secretive about this. Mike had no problem with Will sleeping with men, or this one man anyway. It was just not something they brought up in their conversations. He could relate to Dustin and Lucas, they shared their experiences a little bit. Will was always on the reserve, more shy, not really willing to say too much. Mike wanted him to know that he was comfortable with his sexuality, that if he did want to talk, he could. But he also didn’t want Will to feel pressured to say anything. Some people just weren’t comfortable with that.
And truly, it sort of arranged him. He didn’t really want to think about Will and Carlton.
But if Will wanted to open up now, then he would listen. Because he was a good friend. And maybe Will had worked up some courage thanks to the alcohol in his system.
“I mean, that’s fine. Are you.. comfortable with that? You want to like- talk about it?”
“I.. I don’t mind. I mean.. are you comfortable with-” Will tentatively asked before Mike cut him off.
“Me? Yeah, yeah sure, absolutely,” comfortable, yeah. Happy to hear all about Carlton touching his best friend? Not so much.
“Um. Okay so.. I don’t know if you’ll understand, because you’re a guy and you’re not like me and it’s like.. sort of a given that women receive and men give..” Mike didn’t need a bachelor to understand what he meant by that. He knew about gay sex and sodomy and all of that. He swallowed, not saying a word.
“But for- for us, it’s different.. You never really know. And I guess- well, for me.. I’m the girl, you know?” Mike’s breath hitched in his throat. He felt a sudden spike of heat bursting through his body. He subtly wiped his palm onto his pants.
“But Carlton.. he likes it both ways. He wanted me to try.. but like- I couldn’t stay hard and like.. I really, really hate it. Hate it. So he called me selfish and lazy. He said I only wanted the pleasure all to myself and I didn’t care about him and didn’t love him enough,” the words still seem to sting, still fresh in his memories. Recalling them out loud had his throat tightening.
“I tried to find solutions.. but nothing was really working out. He said maybe I should let him try with someone else. Like.. I should open our relationship and be okay with him seeing someone else. I wasn’t comfortable with that.. So the arguments kept going. He kept saying I was selfish, that I didn’t care for his happiness. He said until I’m ready to love him and do some sacrifices, then he wouldn’t do anything either. We haven't had sex since. It’s been nearly four months,” he wiped his forehead, Mike noticed all the signs of nervousness that were also present in him too. The limbs moving, the sweat, the shifty eyes. Will was clearly a bit embarrassed but he had a lot on his heart he needed to confess.
“When I left he said it would be good to have some space on our own… but he broke up with me. Can you imagine?.. I've always known my love life would be rocky but.. I don’t know. I guess I hoped I'd find someone. I thought he was the one- he’s so good to me- like for the rest.. he can drive and he knows how to cook and he’s hot but.. I don’t know, I guess he’s kind of boring and we've never fully been compatible,” there was a sort of relief in hearing that. Not that he wished for Will’s love life to be catastrophic, he wanted him happy of course. But he never liked Carlton, even without meeting him. He didn’t like that he was with Will.
“So.. yeah.. it’s like that. I don’t want to do something I don’t like, it makes me feel.. awful. I just- I like receiving, you know? But I guess that makes me selfish and I don't love him enough and.. maybe I should make more efforts. Maybe I should do more, and show him I love him. I just.. I can’t and.. maybe I don't love him enough to do something like that? I don’t know,”
“Will.. listen. It sounds to me like he’s been pressuring you.. that’s not good. Can you imagine if I forced a girl to give me a blowjob because I like it even if she hates it? That would make me a total dick. Carlton’s a dick!”
“Yeah that's what he said, and he wants to be the hole,” Will joked quietly, but his heart was not in it. Mike could still tell he was hurt. Carlton’s words had cut deeply and the break up was affecting him even more. Mike knew Will, and he was the most selfless person on the planet. In a way, he was glad he stood his ground and refused something. Will was not naive, he didn’t let people step over him, but it did happen in the past. He did like to please those he loved and it was one of the reasons why everyone was a bit worried about him. They knew people could take advantage of that, and clearly Carlton had tried. He had tried to force him to do things he didn’t want. On the prospect of love.
“That’s not right Will, that’s.. coercive. He threatened you to break up and gave you the cold shoulder because you didn’t want to give him what he wanted sexually? That’s insane!”
Will nodded, “but in a relationship.. don’t we have to make compromises? It’s not like he’s a stranger forcing me. He’s- he was my boyfriend,” Will felt like he’d failed him because he didn’t love him enough. He believed this kind of love, with Carlton sulking to get what he wanted, was normal.
“Okay, listen. I had started seeing this girl once who didn’t want to give blowjobs. She hated that. It hurt her throat, she found it disgusting,” Mike introduced slowly.
“She told me about her ex who used to make her feel bad for not doing what “every girl is supposed to do for their boyfriends”. It made her feel awful. I didn’t want to do that to her,” Will seemed to understand, he hung on Mike’s words, pondering on each of them.
“But I do like blowjobs so- I don’t know, we didn’t try harder than this. I thought, do I want to live the rest of my relationship-life not getting blowjobs? Sure we can compromise, but if it’s not compatible then it’s just not compatible. It didn’t work out with her, and that was that. We had to find someone for us, without one having to sacrifice for the other,” Will nodded along, this all sounded reasonable.
“So, point is, forcing someone is never good, it can’t work. You'll always be unhappy. It’s supposed to be fun, if it’s not for you, what's the point?”
“Mh.. You’re right,” Will said quietly.
“It’s just.. I kind of liked the stability. I knew I could rely on him and.. it just felt good to have someone. Now I’m back to square one. In Hawkins, single. No one loves me and finding someone new.. building something new is- it’s so much harder for someone like me,”
“What if it doesn’t have to be?” Mike blurted out under his breath.
“What?”
“Finding someone, building something.. what if it didn’t have to be so hard?” He shrugged, keeping a head tilted down, but eyes on Will. He gauged his reaction, observed and waited.
“That’s what you don’t get, how could som-”
“I’m right here,” he blurted again, desire going stronger than any thoughts. This wasn’t the right move. If he was a little smarter, a little less impulsive, he would see Will was drunk and freshly heartbroken and that it definitely wasn’t the time for Mike’s abrupt confession.
“I know you are right here, Mike,” Will scoffed, a small frown on his face. “W-what does that even mean,”
“Will…”
“No,” he said sternly.
“No, Mike. No.. No. You can’t do this, not now,” his breathing picked up in pace, he blinked fast, as if trying to chase away fresh tears. Mike wanted to speak but he knew he was dead wrong for that and that nothing he could say would change anything.
“I moved on. I don’t love you anymore,” he said, but the way he reacted contradicted that statement. He seemed pushed over the edge, an old wound had reopened.
“I spent so much time loving you, and I finally managed to move on.. And you do this? You are such a dickhead,” this was the first time Will insulted him. A real, sincere insult that came from the bottom of his heart. Will was angry at him yet all Mike could think about was to convince him this was right. It was to him. And he knew it was for Will too.
“You told me you needed me.. and that you always would,” the old words he had said in the vans seven years ago rang aggressively into Will’s skull. These were words he said under El’s name, words he meant, that also signified a separation. Mike had never wanted those words to come from him, so why now?
“You are such a dick. I wasn’t gonna wait for you all these years..”
“No, you didn’t have to. You went with Carlton and now he's left you. I’m here now, you’re single, I’m ready, I want to be here for you,” he grabbed his hand, taking it as a victory when Will didn’t remove it.
“Now you’re ready.. Now you want to be here for me?” Will stared him down, repeating what he said with faint disdain beneath the disbelief.
“I was always going to be there for you,”
“You’re not even gay, Mike,”
“No. But I still want you. I want.. I want to give you everything you want. I want to spend my life with you. It took me long to see it, but I do see it now. It makes me sick to imagine you with another. I’ve always hated Carlton for having you in a way I couldn’t have..” he licked his lips as his eyes trailed over Will’s. Saying he’d been jealous of Carlton would be an understatement. He despised Carlton for taking his best friend. The one person he ever truly loved.
“You just want me to belong to you. You want me.. to be your docile best friend, so I always just focus on you. I am allowed to be happy on my own!”
“We could be happy together. I don’t want you to be my best friend, I want to be your boyfriend,”
Will was struck by the words, he could not believe a thing of what he was hearing. Since when?
“We couldn’t work..” Will said while closing his eyes, shaking his head as refusal.
“Why not? We know each other. You loved me once, I love you now. I can write anywhere, I could move to New York with you, we could have a life together. We’ve been best friends for twenty-two years, why wouldn’t we work?”
Will’s breath sped up, chest heaving, his lips part open and glistening in a way that made Mike lick his own, hunger building up.
“I.. you..” Will looked confused. He shook his head, as his eyebrows knitted tightly together.
“I want.. to give you what you want. Pound you in the mattress every night. You would never have to worry with me. Never dissatisfied, nothing you don't want to do, just everything you deserve. Because you do deserve it,” he said low, with a voice hushed, only meant for Will’s ears.
“Mike..”
Mike approached, holding Will’s waist between gripping hands.
“Mike please..”
“Tell me you don’t want it,” he approached his mouth close to Will, breathing into his space and smelling the faint scent of alcohol in Will’s breath.
“Tell me to stop,” He leaned down until their lips almost brushed together.
Will’s mouth fell slightly open, as though he was trying to answer without being able to. He searched for something to say, to no avail. He was shocked into rigidity by the confession, rendering him speechless.
Will didn’t say stop. He didn’t say anything. He closed the space between them and kissed Mike. It was gentle and soft at first, just to test it out. The contact of Will’s lips, smooth and warm against his own made sensations run through his entire body. Unable to let him shirk, he held him tighter, his head light, swoon. He tasted good, some lingering flavour of alcohol on his tongue. Mike pulled back a moment, breathing on Will’s already red lips.
“I’m not like Carlton. I’m not interested in anything else than giving you exactly what you want. I want to fuck you,” and he dove right back. He pushed his tongue into Will’s mouth, taking control of the kiss.
Will moaned into the kiss, body like pulled to Mike and arching into his grip, having become a prey under Mike’s limbs. He didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol, but he felt soft and weak, while Mike felt steady and strong.
The other man beneath him squirmed, his clothes ruffled and Mike felt there was not an ounce of resistance. Will went pliant under him, malleable almost. He let Mike kiss his breath away, he let him touch him.
Their lips, glistening with spit, were trapped against the others. Mike wanted to sink his teeth and pull at his bottom lip. Never had anything felt this good in his mouth.
His gripping hand went from his shoulder to his waist, that he shamelessly touched. He brushed his mouth slightly against Will’s bottom lip, wanting to get a thorough taste of his mouth.
“Mike..” Will moaned, having a stiffness come alive in Mike’s end.
“You.. you really want this?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” He playfully replied, his body hovering over Will, face red and lips puffy from the kiss.
“Like.. now?” Only when he detached himself from Will did he realize he wasn’t breathing at all. He exhaled all the air he had kept in his lungs, then breathed loudly as though he brutally went back up to the surface. There was an audible snag of lips when he pulled back, a soft noise he would be replaying forever.
He looked at Will. He was red as a cherry, his lips sticky with spit and sugar, parted open to pant. He looked ravaged, Mike wanted to engrave that and see that face for the rest of his life.
He had his clothes ruffled, his hair a mess. He had never seen him like that. The thought of Carlton having that privilege before him had him mad. He needed to be the only one to put him in that state, he and he alone. The best dick he would ever have. But only if Will allowed it.
“If you want to. Only if you want to,”
Will’s blush deepened, pink blooming on his cheeks beautifully.
“I want to. I uh- I.. don’t.. want to sound weird but I’m sort of.. hungry. For dick. I haven’t had it for so long I just- I need it,” he confessed without being able to look at Mike in the eyes. There was no shame to have, he thought. He was hungry too, he could devour Will whole right there and then.
“Do you even have everything?..”
A mischievous grin appeared on his face. He hadn’t planned everything that would go down tonight. He hadn’t planned anything. But he did have condoms off somewhere in his room.
Mike leaned back on top of him, breathing hard against his polished skin.
“Don’t move. Stay right there. I’ll get condoms,”
He got up, leaving Will sprawled on the couch, his shirt rucked up to the waist and disheveled. If Mike was irrational, he would’ve jumped on him and went straight in without thinking twice. He was impulsive, but not that stupid. He forced himself to run up the flight of stairs, jumping over two at a time to reach his bedroom, leaving Will panting in his basement.
He scrambled all over his drawers, the more he hurried the more he flipped his whole room upside down even if it was already a mess. He realized he was shaking from how excited he was, his nerves bare with the mere thought of having Will. Finally, at last. Will, all to himself. Will under him.
He grabbed his box of condoms, in which only two were missing. He didn’t have the most extraordinary sexual life, granted. There weren't many people he wanted aside from Will. His best friend Will.
He ran back downstairs, almost slipping and fracturing his two ankles on his way. His loud footsteps buried the sound of Will’s moaning, which would've warned him of the sight he was about to come across.
His jaw nearly fell when he saw that Will not only took off his pants, but was also in the process of fingering himself with his ass up in the air.
He expected him to be more obedient than that.
When he said “don’t move” he anticipated he would, indeed, stay right there. It appeared maybe he was too worked up and antsy, not to displease Mike, he just wished he could take care of that. Will was usually patient, always had been. And yet, there he was, cheeks crushed on the soft couch, some drool shining on his lips as he arched his back and contorted his arm behind to stretch himself with two fingers.
“Oh- fuck, Will,” Mike had to tighten his fist around the condom box not to drop it. Will looked at him with that dazed look in his eyes.
“Please..” was all he said, mouth falling open, attempting to reply something without having the words to. Mike saw an opening, and he went for it. He darted across the room and he sat on the couch.
“Let me take care of you,” he took a hold of Will’s wrist, pulling it away and retiring Will’s finger from the pink crease, having Will releasing a defeated whine. He pushed his hips down, placing himself behind and nuzzling his nose in the back of Will’s neck. His hand was placed firmly on his waist, with the other he turned Will’s head to him and kissed him roughly.
Will curled his fingers into a fist as Mike deepened the exchange. He didn’t have the strength to refuse him, he grabbed a handful of Mike’s shirt from behind and clung to him.
Mike made sure to be slow, still gentle. Will hummed against his mouth and sighed in content, almost making Mike snap from the sound alone. He laid his hand back to his face and cradled him. Will traced his jaw with his fingers. The nice little caress and smooth lips captured his, the feeling of them pressing a bit more insistently, Mike was intoxicated. Will's breath feathered over his skin, and robbed the one in Mike’s lungs. He felt like he was about to die, and the only thing he could do was to cling back at Will’s breath and rob his, over and over, like a fight they both couldn’t win.
Indissociable, they kissed eagerly and furiously. He felt Will going lax at once, melting into his embrace. Mike knew that if he could he would stay right there until the end of forever. He could be making out with Will until his lips become numb and swollen. He didn’t care. Was it the simple act of kissing that felt so good, or was it the fact it was his Will he was kissing? It never felt this way with the other girls he used to see. Jane, or his ex after, or the small dates he attempted while Will was in New York, with someone that wasn’t him.
He prodded at his lips with his tongue, bit onto his lips ravenously. It was all teeth and spit, a waltz of their tongue intertwining and going from a mouth to another. Will relished a weak moan when Mike trapped his bottom lip and dragged it with his teeth, before licking on the spot and sucking.
Such noise prompted Mike to break the kiss, needing to do more.
His hand that had gripped at his waist hard enough to bruise slid down, to his hips, to his navel, below.
Will tensed up and backed on the bed. Mike hushed him, ragged and low, more like a threat than a reassurance.
“Don’t be so sensitive, it’s just me, I want to make you feel good” He grinned with all the malice in the world, and grabbed Will’s crotch. He felt him half-hard, tensing up even more as he was touched.
“F- Mike,” Will said, like his name was the only thing he was still able to mutter, with tremors in his voice and hips quivering.
Mike hushed him. He pushed his own erection against Will’s ass, pulling his body tight and wrapped a hand around Will.
“Don’t be so shy,” He said, licking his lips as he moved his hand up and down. It wasn’t like anything he’d ever seen before. He knew Will to be passive, but not so reactive. He never even got to see him naked before. It was a lot to digest, and Mike had to digest really fast.
He felt Will well erected in his hand, noticing a tinge of white leaking from the tip.
“You’re already leaking so much, I’ve barely done anything…”
“Don’t.. tease me,” he muttered under his raggedy breath.
Mike robbed any thoughts or speech away from his throat when he passed his thumb over the head, pumping him in a firm fist.
He had never seen Will react in such a way. He was attempting to muffle down moans, clasping his hand on his mouth to forbid the sounds from traveling too far. The grip he had on Mike’s shirt went from desperate to angry, his fist shaking, his legs kicking in every direction. He craned his neck high up in the air, Mike was certain he was about to cry. But he doubled down, shifting his own hips in a way that had his tip slip between Will’s cheeks. He was still confined in his pants, the zipper was starting to hurt,
“Hold on two seconds..” He used his softest voice as he pulled away. He pulled his zipper down, shifted to push his pants just enough to pull his cock out. He kept them on, too impatient to waste time undressing. He went back to it, this time bare hips against hips. He wasn’t going to push in yet, not without a condom, not without further preparations, but his cock still found its way naturally between Will’s cheeks and glided there.
Will whimpered pathetically and Mike felt his dick pulsated in his hand. He had him arching his back even more, precum leaking out like a faucet, he looked like he was seconds away from coming.
He loved it, everything about it. The way he got to touch and tease Will, the way he had full control and power over him. The way he could make him squirm and whimper underneath him. He was all his to admire, all his to soil and ravish.
He picked up his pace with his wrist, his own hips shifting and one misstep away from going in. Will couldn’t stay on the couch. He was flailing, kicking his legs like crazy, he could only breathe out moans and mumble unintelligible words in the stale air of the basement.
Will’s fingers tightened on his shirt, his hips jerked forward and Mike knew by this gesture he was about to spill. Enthusiastically, he gripped the base of his cock and stroked it, until Will’s low groans and raspy breath became a prolonged moan. He threw his head back and released his cum.
To see Will give in the lust and pleasure, to let himself spill while he was touched and surrendered himself was beyond anything Mike could’ve expected. More than perfect, and yet still not enough.
Because this time, it was Mike’s cock who was throbbing, its presence making itself known by requesting relief.
Mike caught his breath as he moved, moving Will along with him, placing him easily because he was so pliant and easy. He flipped Will on his back, and descended his head lower.
He placed both hands on each of Will’s naked thighs, spreading them open, Will now proving himself to be very obedient when he wanted. His shyness couldn’t do anything against the thunderstorm of desire that made him tremble. No matter how vulnerable and horribly exposed his most private parts were, he did not fight to close his legs back.
Mike saw it as an invitation to lick over his hole. Will’s back curved upwards as he moaned shakily.
“God! Mike!”
He could tell he was embarrassed. It was probably a good thing he didn’t have to return Mike’s gaze, as his eyes would’ve probably been unable to cooperate.
“Shh. All good, I got you,” He huffed out as his lips gently brushed over Will’s hole. The hot air he blew against his intimacy had Will whimpering. Mike’s heart was drumming in his ribcage as he touched his friend, not by emotions, but by excitement. The mere thought of fucking him was sending him over the edge.
He drove his wet tongue inside, penetrating the tight ring of muscles who contracted around him. Mike’s hand gripped his thighs harder, as an attempt to stabilize him, an attempt that would leave bruises and mark his perfect unblemished skin.
He buried his face between his cheeks and ate him soundly. His tongue drove into him like a spear. By the touch alone Mike felt like Will’s body was weaved with metal, but he did not care. His thighs trembled as Mike thrusted his tongue on his rim, opening him up nice and well. Will’s mouth was full of clothes, he had pulled the collar of his shirt up to cover his mouth and was not biting into it. The sight made Mike smile while lapping over him.
“Relax,” he said while taking a break. “You’re so tight, Will,” He breathed over his skin, his exhale hot and burning him with the sensation.
Mike went back to sucking onto his hole, still closed and tight. He worked onto him with a slack jaw, lapping over him with his tongue flat and soft. Will garbled some noises of protest as Mike sucked onto him, face well buried between his cheeks and hands still fondling his parted legs. He kissed it like he was making out with Will himself, full of spit and tongue.
“If I can’t even put my tongue in, how will you survive my cock?” He teased once again, smirking with pride as he heard Will muffle a small cry in his shirt.
“I thought you wanted it.. unless, you don’t anymore?..”
Will cried out “No!”
“No?.. No what?” Mike smiled, basking in the way he got to see Will so sensitive. Because of him.
“I want it- I need it, I need you, Mike. God,” he covered his face in the crease of his arms, tears gathering at the corner. Satisfied with this answer, Mike licked and twirled his tongue over him, pushing past his rim. And he did relax. The tight muscle unclenched, Mike could penetrate with more ease. He breathed loudly against him, kissing him hard, squeezing his ass even harder. As he worked him open, he moaned as though he was the one being pleasured. Will’s hips quivered each time Mike flicked his tongue over his sensitive hole. Vigorously, he kept going, parting his slick lips, kissing, sucking, using so much spit the squelchy noises were growing louder. Will whimpered lusciously, his ass moving on his own.
He pulled away, licked his lips a last time. He felt like if he didn’t get inside in the seconds to come, he would make a mess of his couch without even getting to thrust once in Will. His cock was rock hard, swollen and thick with arousal.
Mike spat into his palm and cock, then spread it around his shaft.
“Uncover your eyes, look,” He said with his typical sweet tone. It would be a shame if Will couldn’t have the vision Mike had at that moment. That he wouldn’t be able to see how good he would fuck his hole and spread him open. Mike wanted him to see. He wanted Will to forget all about Carlton forever and regret ever having been with him and not Mike. He would make sure he could feel it for days after.
Will slowly removed his arms from his eyes right as Mike retrieved a condom from the box, ripping it open and putting the latex ring against his tip. He enrolled it all the way down.
He leaned down, positioned Will so both his legs could rest on his, spread and inviting. Mike was not surprised at how easy he was to manhandle. He’d always been this way, it was just that now, he was a lot more sensitive and twitchy.
Mike aligned himself in front of his gaping wet hole, practically begging to be stuffed. He grabbed the base of his cock and started pushing the tip inside.
The intrusion had Will tense once more, hissing between his teeth and grabbing Mike’s forearms. He did warn him he hadn’t fucked in months, and sure enough he was tight. Extremely tight. Despite the tongue work and two fingers he pushed himself, Mike felt the pressure all around his cock. He hushed sweet reassurance, stroking Will’s cheek that had bloomed a dark shade of red. He was warm, all over. And so wet. His mouth, his eyes, his face, his hole.
“Shh, it’s okay. Let it happen. Relax, it’ll feel good,” He continued pushing in, going all in, holding himself still, before rocking his hips.
He moaned pleasurably, happy with himself. He pressed the tip of his cock against what he felt was the prostate and rocked gently. Despite the initial resistance of the muscles, Will began to melt around him. He mumbled something inaudible.
“What did you say?”
“Keep.. keep hitting.. the spot there—” He was blushing, uttering fragmented words and parts of sentences. Mike had never seen him so broken before. He looked pathetic. All spread, split on his cock with his cheeks glistening with sweat and a sweet pink blush overtaking his face. His fingers clung to Mike’s arms as though a need for mercy. He sounded desperate. To think such a beautiful man, articulated in his words and so intelligent could be reduced to such a mess when fucked stupid. Mike’s heart was full of thrill and excitement. It was a new face of Will he was discovering now. After over fifteen years of friendship, it was the first time he saw him so vulnerable. Not vulnerable by fear, or sadness. He had witnessed it firsthand with the bullies. With Lonnie. No, this time, he was vulnerable by pleasure and intimacy.
“Yeah, it feels good when I hit there?” Mike asked once more, teasing him as he thrusted his hips and made the head of his cock hit right onto his prostate.
Will clenched his teeth and hissed out a moan. On the verge of drooling, and probably crying, his legs shook against Mike’s hips.
“I’ll take that as a yes, since you don’t look motivated to talk,” His mouth quirked up into a smile and he drove in once more.
“You’re taking it so well,” He praised with a grunt, his cock fully sheathed into the perfect supple ass splitting him in two, deep into his lovely pink hole.
He dropped his head forward on his chest as he started moving, pulling back then sinking all the way in, roughly. He wasn’t going slow or giving Will the time to adjust, that wasn’t his purpose. He thrusted into him so hard that if at first Will simply moaned and whimpered, now he was groaning full throated and filled the basement with his unrepressible moans.
His shaft drove quickly inside, tearing the sensitive flesh and invaded his insides. He kept going, it was an encouragement to continue. He built up his rhythm, steadily thrusting.
Will’s exposed chest heaved up and down as he struggled to take in air.
Mike got to see him in such a state of debauchery, no one could ever believe it. No one, ever, could see Will getting fucked senseless, how incredible he looked. Carlton didn’t know what he missed. Fucking idiot, he should thank him for offering Will on a silver platter. All that for what? Because he wanted to be on the receiving end? When Will looked like that?
Some people would forever be mysteries. He was glad to pick up what was left, knowing Carlton would never be able to give him what he wanted, please him the way Mike did.
Nobody but him knew what kind of desperate mess he truly was. And Mike was thriving, knowing that at the end of the day, he was the only one who could so deeply wreck him. Never would Will be begging for anyone the way he was begging for him now. He was all his, his alone.
He deposited his lips on his chest, Will’s shirt drenched with drool from how he bit into it earlier. He felt his heart pounding restlessly. He felt the pulse of it thrumming with his lips. Gently, his hands roamed freely across his skin to caress his thighs, and with his nose and mouth he pushed his shirt upwards to reveal his skin. His mouth explored his chest. He trailed kisses towards his nipple, and wasted no time lavishing them with the attention they deserved. His tongue returned to the pink nub, lightly teasing as his hips kept pumping inside. Will was trembling all over, all of his limbs giving in to overstimulation.
“How does it feel, Will? Is it good?” He said, two lips parted open around his nipple as he spoke and gently bit on it. Will's unceasing writhing and ragged moan served as a reply. He lapped strongly over his chest, tongue poking at the hardening nub. Will cried out, muffled but always so addictive. His hand laid firm on his chest, trailing to palm at his shoulder. Always with his tongue he flicked at his nipple, rough fingers now grounding him, his knees pressing him down the couch.
His other hand slid from his thigh to under his shirt, to reach his other nipple. He padded at them with delicacy, his lips went up to kiss his neck. He became unable to resist the urge to taste him with hungry devotion. He pulled at his skin until he heard him whimper, quiet, like a wounded animal, but satisfied.
It was all Mike needed to keep going, circling around his left nipple. Will’s reactions were fuelling him, causing him to go at a quicker pace, creating soppy sounds with his length restlessly pounding in. He gazed up at the body which moved in pleasure. It was everything he ever wanted, and more, better than anything he had ever imagined. His messy brown hair disheveled on the couch, framing his perfect face.
Mike’s tongue teased him, hips continuously pumping between his thighs, Will could only keep up with the pressure, knees tightening around him and unable to start moving. Mike sucked on his neck, dipping back to gently nibble at his nipple again. The reaction was instant, Will arched, gasping in his hand. Said hand flew to Mike’s shoulder, clutching on him and he screamed-whispered.
His eyes didn’t stray away once from his face as he kept going, over and over without rest. He looked down at Will below him, pulsating in his ass.
He understood Will was close to coming again by the way his hole clenched around him and pressed around his cock. Mike wet his lips with desire, staring deep at his friend below, and he let out a breath in return. Too harsh to be called a sigh, still too weak to be fully assumed.
Without mercy he plunged back inside, sinking all the way in, in the hope of finishing him. Will arched naturally, his belly pressing against Mike’s, legs curling on the couch.
“Wish I could finish inside of you,” he stammered between his breath, articulating badly. One day he would, he promised himself. He would fuck Will raw, and go for as many rounds as he wanted. Will was shaking, the words provoking a deep reaction inside of him. His body thrummed with energy, his jaw hung open as he panted and moaned - so much louder than he ever imagined. He was always the quiet type, he never imaged he’d be so loud in bed.
“You’re close too, aren’t you?”
Will clung to his back, with a fistful of Mike’s hair in his fingers and biting his bottom lip to keep himself from moaning, as if he hadn’t already wake the entire neighborhood. Too little too late. He nodded as an answer, probably still too ashamed to say those words aloud.
Mike chuckled, patting his cheek with a delicacy Will knew well, one that contrasted how hard he fucked into him. He sheathed himself comfortably inside and moved, Will grinding down on him and meeting his thrust. His legs crossed above Mike’s lower back, locking himself in that position, spread open and ready for Mike to pound in and make him finish.
And so, Mike did just that. He angled his hips to aim on that spot, successfully getting Will to almost shout at the sensation, panting heavily. His hand flew to his mouth, head falling backwards, tossing himself on the bed and exposing his neck. He kept aiming for his sweet spot, hammering it, finding the perfect pacing. But this time, his eyes weren’t focused on his cock pumping inside his ass, he was looking straight at Will. Admiring every single reaction he had the privilege to get out of him. He clamped both hands tightly around the back of his thighs, holding him firmly.
He breathed out, the room became filled with squelchy noises, Mike’s groans and praises, Will’s attempts at muffling his crackly moans. His hips rolled on their own, he was holding onto Mike like he was his anchor. He moved back against him, meeting each of his thrust. His shaky legs clutched on him, and he rolled back.
Will failed to trap his noises of pleasure, sweating all the more, mouth gaping with bliss as he let Mike ravage him. He continuously nailed his prostate, his face twisted up in ecstasy, needing his relief as well.
Will tensed up all the more, his legs locked above, ankles hooked behind Mike, arms clutching onto him. He cried out, trying to catch glimpses of air with gasps. Until he went boneless, every limb going lax when his climax drenched him.
He crumbled on the couch. He whimpered, biting down his too-loud moan onto Mike’s shoulder. He was too far gone, and Mike grunted when he spurted out his release inside the condom, looking at Will’s glistening hole. He kept knocking inside, pumping himself to the last drop, wishing he could fill Will full of his cum instead. Maybe one day he would. If Will allowed it.
His breath raggedy, he slowly decreased the pacing, forbidding himself to pull away yet.
Will shook, his head falling back. Mike jammed his cock as deep as he physically could one last time, and stayed buried comfortably there, hips hitching. He felt for the last time Will fluttering around him, the heat, how full he was, hole soaked by now. His breath stuttered as he took a long inhalation.
Will blubbered gently when Mike pulled out, they slowly separated. Will’s legs fell on each side of Mike’s, his arms collapsed on the couch. Mike observed him below, sprawled and looking fucked so good. He couldn’t resist the urge to kiss him again. He lowered, merging their lips together as Will stayed unmoving. He didn’t grip at him like he did prior, he was simply limp, too wearied to do anything. The room fell silent, only just the sound of breathing and kissing making a conversation in the night. Mike just moved his lips gently, using his tongue only to taste a last time at the vicinity of Will’s mouth.
Then he backed away, observing with a smirk Will’s gaping hole.
He would’ve wanted to dip his head down to eat it again, go for a second, third round. But knew if he started now, he wouldn’t be able to stop all night. Will was already in a pitiful state, Mike figured giving him a break, for now, would be preferable.
He stroked his hair, some of it sticking on his forehead.
“You good baby?”
“Very.. very good,” Will said with a lazy smile, eyelids groggily falling shut.
“Thank you, Mike. I needed this,” Mike laid down next to him, holding Will in his arms. He pressed his chest against his back, circling Will’s waist.
After a moment of silence in which they caught their breath and let the touch linger, Will softly asked.
“Did you mean it?.. The boyfriend thing?”
Mike released a small laugh, sincere, without any mockery hiding behind.
“I didn’t just say that for a one night stand,” he wouldn’t take advantage of the situation just to fuck him once. He wasn’t a dickhead like that.
“You’re stuck with me. If.. if you'd want me,” he could feel Will smiling. He could see the way his cheeks moved even if he didn’t face him. He kissed the nape of his neck.
“Of course I want you,”
And Will slowly drifted away to sleep on the Wheeler’s basement couch. Feeling like they were kids again, when he used to crash here and have sleepovers after a ten hours long D&D campaign. But things sure had changed since. For the first time, it seemed it was for the better.