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"Quiet. Quiet—" Will gasps, the warning dying the second Mike's mouth crashes back over his.
Mike's arm is a vise hooked around his waist, blindly dragging him over the threshold. Will kicks his foot back, catching the heavy wood of the dorm door and shoving it shut. The latch clicks, sealing off the hallway noise.
They don't bother reaching for the switch. The room stays dark, cut only by the orange streetlamp bleeding through the blinds. Mike doesn't stop moving until Will's spine hits the wall with a hard thud.
Mike pulls back with a pop. A string of saliva bridges the gap between their swollen lips before snapping.
"I am quiet," Mike murmurs, his chest heaving against Will's. "Quiet as I can be."
"You're not, though." Will lets out a breathy laugh, a flush already burning his neck.
Mike's teeth flash in the shadows, catching the grin. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"That turns you on?" Mike drops his hands, his fingers digging into Will's hips. He shifts his stance, sliding his knee directly between Will's parted thighs. He presses upward, deliberate through the denim.
Will's breath hitches, his hands knotting into the fabric of Mike's hoodie to keep his balance.
"You like being loud," Mike whispers, his voice dropping to a rough gravel right against Will's jaw. "You can be."
Will shakes his head. "No. It's too late for that. The walls are thin."
Mike digs his knee in just a fraction harder, letting the solid weight of his leg do the talking. "You want me to fuck you into them?"
A short giggle escapes Will. He just leans back in, crashing their mouths together as his hands slide up from Mike's chest to tangle deep into his dark curls.
Will rolls his hips forward, chasing the friction of Mike's leg, letting out a mindless moan straight into Mike's mouth. The kiss turns sloppy, purely physical, driven entirely by the adrenaline of sneaking around.
Will breaks it first, dropping his forehead against Mike's shoulder with a heavy exhale. "I don't feel like standing up."
"Wow... what a princess you are," Mike murmurs. His large hand drops to Will's waist, giving the flesh of his hip two solid pats. "Feel like arching up for me, then? Right against the pillow. Put you straight to sleep."
Will grins bigger, tilting his head to catch Mike's eye in the shadows. "Weren't you talking about how tired you were an hour ago?"
Mike shrugs, completely unapologetic. "I didn't want to spend the whole night on the phone with her."
"But you want to fuck?"
"With you. Yes."
Will gulps. He pulls back completely, letting the air of the dorm rush into the space between them. His hands drop to the hem of his long-sleeve, his fingers catching the fabric. He pulls it up with torturous slowness, letting the cotton drag upward over his stomach and chest before pulling it over his head and tossing it onto the floorboards.
Mike watches the entire movement with an almost predatory gaze, his pupils completely blown out as he tracks the bare skin.
"I'm willing to lose sleep to hook up with you," Mike continues, his voice dropping into a dark rasp. "I mean... Who wouldn't?"
"Carlton." Will slowly drops to his knees. The anticipation alone makes Mike's legs tremble a fraction as Will's fingers find the cool metal of his belt buckle. "He was whining like, 'But babe, I can't... I need my eight hours. You know I need to be up at 5.' Fucking ruined my mood."
Mike lets out a mocking laugh. "He's such a sore loser."
His right hand drops, his fingers tangling into Will's hair and slowly caressing the dark strands as Will starts to work the zipper.
Will hooks his fingers under the elastic of Mike's boxers, pulling them down just enough to free him. The sudden chill makes the muscles of Mike's stomach jump. Will leans in, his warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin a split second before his mouth actually makes contact.
Will presses a slow, open-mouthed kiss right to the base, looking up through his lashes.
"I was literally about to throw up when he started going off about protein powders," Mike continues, his voice dripping with pure disdain, though it wavers slightly as Will's tongue drags up his length. "How can someone be that fucking boring? I genuinely don't know what you see in him."
Will lets out a shaky sigh, his mouth leaving Mike's skin. He hooks his fingers into the denim instead, dragging Mike's baggy pants down his legs in one pull to leave them pooled at his ankles.
"The same thing you see in Jane, I guess."
The air in the dorm room instantly stalls. Mike gulps, an audible swallow cutting through the quiet. His fingers tighten abruptly in Will's locks, pulling just hard enough to force Will to look all the way up at him.
"She just likes the attention."
Will slowly stands up. He doesn't pull away, his fingers trailing up the bare skin of Mike's legs as he rises to his full height. "And the kisses."
"Same thing," Mike says flatly. "Attention."
Will starts working the button of his own jeans, his voice dropping low. "Sure."
Mike raises his eyebrows, a defensive edge instantly creeping into his tone. "What?"
"Nothing."
"You don't get a say in what I do," Mike snaps, "not after I watched you practically swallow his stupid face in front of us today."
Will rolls his eyes, kicking his pants to the floorboards. "You're being dramatic." He turns, moving slowly toward the edge of Mike's bed.
Mike follows him, kicking his own jeans aside. He grabs a pillow, shoving it firmly between the headboard and the wall to muffle the noise. "You might as well have fucked him raw, like, right there on the quad."
"I don't fuck him raw," Will answers.
Mike steps in, placing himself flush behind Will. The heat radiating off Mike's bare chest presses directly into Will's spine. "Ever?"
"No."
Mike leans over Will's shoulder. He slips two fingers straight into Will's mouth. Will takes them instantly, parting his lips and sucking on the digits with an eager heat, letting his tongue drag along Mike's skin.
"Really?" Mike murmurs, watching his own hand disappear past Will's lips.
"Yes?" Will asks, his words muffled. "What's the big deal?"
"You don't really want me to use condoms, so..."
"Well, he's not you, Mike."
A cocky grin pulls at Mike's mouth. He shifts his fingers, pressing down firmly on Will's tongue.
"Glad you know the difference." Mike breathes right against the shell of Will's ear, his voice a low vibration. "I wish he could hear how needy you are for me."
Will smiles around Mike's fingers, a wicked curve to his lips. "Don't worry. He knows how I get."
Mike tilts his head. He slowly pulls his wet fingers out of Will's mouth, a thin thread following his hand. He drops his grip to wrap firmly around his own length, using the slickness to stroke himself once.
"Lying comes so easily to you now, huh?"
"I'm not lying. Just not ashamed of telling the truth." Will arches his spine further, hooking his thumbs into his boxers and dragging the cotton down to his knees. He steps out of them, leaving himself completely bare in the dim light.
Mike licks his lips, his gaze tracking the exposed pale skin. "Is that supposed to be a jab at me?"
"Well... not really," Will murmurs over his shoulder. "But if the shoe fits."
"Are you trying to rile me up?" Mike asks, his voice dropping into a harsh rasp. "I don't need to be angry to hit the back of your guts and you know it. Sorry your boyfriend's a small—"
"Stop bringing him up," Will cuts in sharply, the teasing edge vanishing from his voice. "I'm not bringing Jane into the conversation."
"You can," Mike says flatly. "She's not even my girlfriend. We're literally just messing around. I have absolutely nothing to lose. Meanwhile, Carlton's out here talking about adopting kids and playing house with you."
Will freezes, his breath catching in his throat, but Mike doesn't give him a single second to process the confession. He uses the slickness from Will's mouth, shifting his weight forward to slowly push two fingers straight inside him.
Will lets out an immediate hiss, his hands digging violently into the mattress.
"He knows we aren't serious," Will breathes out, his voice trembling as he tries to adjust to the blunt intrusion.
"Then tell him to shut the fuck up about rings when I'm around." Mike's tone is monotonous, but a possessive edge bleeds right through it.
Will lets out a series of broken little moans. He arches his spine deeper, instinctively chasing the friction of Mike's hand. "Y-yes... I always tell him that."
"He doesn't listen?" Mike asks. He presses his thumb down to spread the slick heat, leaning his weight forward to slide a third finger inside.
Will gasps, his hips stuttering backward against the sudden stretch.
Mike leans over him, his chest pressing flush to Will's shivering back. He drags his lips across the curve of Will's shoulder, leaving sweet, bruising kisses against the skin. He bites down just hard enough to leave a mark, a deliberate brand right where the collar of Will's shirt usually rests.
"He just doesn't like you," Will manages to choke out.
Mike lets out a giggle right against the nape of Will's neck. He presses another sloppy kiss over the erratic jump of Will's pulse.
"Well, the feeling's mutual."
Mike's hand leaves the mattress, his fingers twisting into a handful of Will's hair. He pulls back, forcing Will's head up and exposing the line of his throat to the ceiling.
"Too bad his boyfriend loves me."
Will licks his lips, breathless but defiant. "I don't love you."
"You're just fucking me for the love of the game?"
"Mmm... Only for the love of the game."
Mike smiles. His long fingers curl inside Will, hitting a spot that completely shatters Will's composure.
"You're so messy," Mike murmurs, his voice a low rasp. "You act like this perfect, put-together guy, but you're not. At all."
Will lets out a shaky gasp. His body burns from the inside out, his hips twitching blindly against the sudden friction. "Why are you complaining?"
"I'm not."
Mike pulls his fingers out with a slow drag. He lets his grip in Will's hair go, letting Will's head fall heavily against the pillow.
Mike leans over him, the mattress dipping as he shifts closer to align his own hips. "I could never."
Will murmurs against the pillowcase, a small, wet spot of drool already forming on the satin. "I like it."
"Mhm?" Mike hums. He shifts his weight, aligning himself perfectly with Will's hips. His fingertips dig bruisingly hard into the meat of Will's thighs, grounding him against the mattress. "And I like you."
Will giggles, the sound completely muffled by the fabric. "Fuck you, Mike."
"That's the plan."
Mike slowly pushes himself in. The blunt stretch pulls a broken moan from Will's throat before Mike is even halfway there.
"Relax," Mike whispers. He pauses, an audible gulp bobbing in his throat. His chest heaves against Will's shivering back as he holds himself steady, letting Will adjust to the thickness. "I got you, baby. Relax."
He pushes forward, inch by agonizing inch, until he finally bottoms out. A shaky groan tears straight out of Mike's throat as the tightness completely swallows him.
Will's knees tremble violently against the mattress. They threaten to give out, but Mike's large hands clamp down hard on his narrow waist, keeping him anchored and upright.
"You're alright?" Mike rasps, his chest heaving against Will's spine.
"Y-yes," Will stammers, his fingers twisting into the satin pillowcase. "Just move. Please."
"Okay... okay."
Mike pulls his hips back and drives forward. The wet sound of flesh hitting flesh instantly fills the dark room. The bedframe shudders under the force of it, the headboard violently compressing the pillow Mike jammed against the wall with every single thrust.
Will completely unravels. His moans pitch louder, desperate and entirely unguarded in the quiet dorm. The raw audio of it makes Mike's head actually spin. A dizzying rush of heat floods his brain, blurring his vision as he grips Will's hips tighter and sets a ruthless, pounding rhythm.
Will's fingers twist violently into the sheets, his body trembling under the weight of another heavy thrust. "You're actually ruining my life," he sobs out, the words muffled against the satin.
Mike doesn't slow down. He grips Will's hips tighter, snapping forward in a brutal grind.
"You ruined mine months ago," Mike whispers. His voice is completely stripped of its arrogance, sounding just as wrecked as Will. "It's only fair we go down together."