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Mike slammed his locker shut on his textbooks, saying goodbye to them and pumping an imaginary fist in the air in celebration of Spring Break starting tomorrow.
A hand slammed into the next locker over, shocking him into flinching away. “Dude!”
Dustin appeared in front of his face with a large grin. “First thing tomorrow, we hit the arcade. They’re unveiling a new game.” He leaned in, and then with a whisper: “Keith said it’s Dragon Quest III.”
Mike rolled his eyes. “Yeah, Dragon Quest II was fine enough for me.”
Dustin’s eyebrows shot up. “What?! Since when?”
“I don’t know, maybe since after we all had to battle it out with Vecna and a bunch of demogorgons for real.”
Dustin squinted his eyes. “No, no, you were excited about this literally last month, I’m not buying it.”
“What are you talking about? You only just found out it was being unveiled today, how could I have been excited about it last month?”
“We knew it would be coming out last month.” Dustin explained. His eyes narrowed even further. “Why don’t you want to play it?” He asked, suspicious.
“No reason!” Mike lied. “I’m just sick of fantasy games when that’s all we’ve been doing in real life for the past few years.”
“Yeah, that’s bullshit,” Lucas said, having caught the end of the conversation as he approached. “Did you forget the campaign we did last month? Or you teaching Holly how to make a character sheet?”
“Or the map you asked Will to paint for the next campaign?”
“Okay, seriously, can you guys stop?” Mike hissed. “I just don’t want to play tomorrow, okay.”
“Oh, tomorrow?” Lucas raised a brow. “Yeah, no, Max wants us to all go to the Lake. There’s no way I’m ditching her to play Dragon Quest III.”
Dustin groaned. “If we don’t get there first thing, we won’t get another chance to play it for weeks!”
“Dude, you can wait a few weeks,” Lucas scoffed.
“Not when it’s Spring Break tomorrow and not in a few weeks!”
“There’s no way anyone other than us is gonna want to hole up by Dragon Quest III and keep anyone else from having a turn.”
“Yeah, dude, it’s no big deal,” Mike agreed
Dustin spun around at him. “Oh, really? Why is it that you want to go to the lake so badly, Michael?”
Mike sputtered, waving his arms around in denial. “Who said that I did? I would just rather be swimming than sweating my ass off at the arcade whose AC is still broken, by the way.”
“Hmm, interesting. Your face is getting red,” Dustin observed skeptically.
Mike glared at him. “Look, can we just go? I have shit to do tonight.”
Lucas snorted, starting the walk out of the school and over to the bike racks on the side. “Like what?”
“None of your business, is what!”
“Sure, not like Will told me he’d be sleeping over at your place, or anything.”
“What?!” Dustin exclaimed, looking over at Mike with betrayal in his eyes. “You didn’t invite us!”
“We have a project together in English! Why would we invite you?”
“Uh, I don’t know Mike, maybe because we all have the same project and we could all work on it together?”
“Well, me and Will are partners, it’s different,” Mike tried.
“Right, well, me and Lucas are having a sleepover at his house and we’re gonna watch Nightmare on Elm Street. Three.”
Lucas shook his head, reaching his bike first and pulling it from the rack. There was barely anyone left at school, and only a few bikes other than theirs were left. “Hell, no. I’m hanging out with Max tonight.”
“You’re hanging out with Max tomorrow!”
“No, I’m hanging out with you, Mike, Will, and Max tomorrow!”
Dustin groaned again, facepalming himself. “Lucas, that’s the same thing.”
“It’s really not.”
“How is it not?!”
“Max and I can’t exactly do things when everyone’s around!”
There was a sound in the distance, almost like a grunt. Mike looked back towards the school, his hand on his handlebars.
“Lucas, you sly dog!" Dustin grinned. "Hath thou been the first to lose thy virginity?”
Another sound came. Mike heard a whimper.
“Hey, guys—”
“Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.” Lucas deadpanned.
A groan this time.
“Guys!”
Dustin and Lucas both looked at him questioningly.
“Do you hear that?”
And suddenly they could.
Lucas spoke up, weary. “Hey, where’s Will?”
They all looked at each other. Mike’s heart stopped. “Shit!”
They ran as a pack toward the side of the school, where the whimpers were coming from. Mike heard a loud thud and sped up. Around the corner, they saw Will on the ground, his back to the wall, but his head falling against his chest.
“That’s what you fucking get, you fag!” Some jock from the basketball team leered over Will, giving him one last kick in the side before baking off and walking away. “Stay down!”
“Will!” Mike yelled for him, running over and sliding down on his knees in a panic. He took Will’s face in his hands, looking him over. It was a little bruised, but not badly. Will was hunching over, so he’d probably been hit in the stomach.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Will’s head lilted. He didn’t respond.
“Will!”
His eyes fluttered open a crack. “Mike?”
Lucas and Dustin slid down right beside him. “Will! What happened?”
“Yeah, I’m here," Mike reassured him. "I’m here. Let’s get you home, okay?”
“Mhm,” Will agreed.
Mike grabbed Will’s arm and threw it over his neck, holding onto it with his own, then put his other arm around Will’s waist. “C’mon, we’re gonna stand up, alright?”
“Mmm…kay.”
“You need any help?” Lucas asked.
“Yeah, just—can you get my bike ready? I’m gonna put him on the back of it.”
“Yeah, sure, of course.” Lucas ran off toward the bike rack.
Dustin walked beside them when they finally stood up, hovering, making sure Will didn’t fall over. “Just a little bit further, Will, you’re alright.”
“Do you think you can take my bag?” Mike asked him.
“Yeah! No problem, I’ll just take your bag. For sure. We’ll all bike over to yours first, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Mike nodded.
Will tripped over a loose rock, falling into Mike’s side. “Whoa! Whoa, it’s okay, I got you.” Mike tightened his hold on him.
Dustin grabbed Will’s other arm, standing him up straighter.
“‘M okay,” Will slurred.
Mike frowned, worried. “Hey, Dustin.”
“Yeah?”
“Can you check his head?”
“Yeah, for sure.” Dustin reached his other hand up to Will’s head, feeling around through his hair. He hissed. “There’s a bump on the back of his head—he might’ve been pushed into the wall.”
“Any blood?”
“Can’t feel any,” Dustin assured.
Mike let out a sigh of relief.
“I’ve got the bike!” Lucas rushed back over to them, meeting them halfway.
“Alright, Will, I’m gonna give you over to Dustin for a second, okay? And then you’re gonna get behind me on the bike, and we’ll get you home.”
Will hummed in response.
“Alright, Dustin, put your arm here, yeah?” He guided Dustin’s arm where his own rested around Will’s waist, then let go. Dustin took Will’s arm around his own neck, then let his body slump against his own.
Will whimpered, making a pained face.
“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay, just for a second, okay?”
Mike took his bike from Lucas and slid onto it, then gestured for the two of them to help Will get behind him. When they managed, Mike wrapped Will’s arms around his waist. “You’ve got to keep those there, okay? Hold on tight.”
Will laid his head on Mike’s back, tightening his arms weakly.
“Alright, let’s go,” Mike signaled the others.
The ride back to his house wasn’t long, but it was difficult to keep Will’s arms from slipping, and they had to stop multiple times to make sure he didn’t fall off.
They got to the house as Will’s head started drifting off Mike’s shoulder. “Lucas—”
“Yeah, I got him.” Lucas said, getting off his bike so that he could hold Will. “C’mon Will, arms up.”
Dustin gathered their bikes and wheeled them off to the side of the house.
“Basement?”
“What?” Mike scoffed. “No, it’s way too uncomfortable. My room.”
Between the three of them, they managed to get Will up to Mike’s room and laid out on the bed. Dustin left to get the med kit from the bathroom while Lucas went to bring up some water from the kitchen. Mike ran his hands through Will’s hair, sitting next to him. He paused as he went over the bump on the back of Will’s head.
Will had been barely conscious and slurring his words when they found him. That asshole jock beat him up and just left him there, alone and vulnerable. And for what? Will had been keeping his head down and avoiding all of those types, so what the fuck happened?
His hand in Will’s hair tightened the more he thought about it. That asshole had no idea who he was dealing with. They’d been fighting demogorgons for years while the douche had been throwing around orange balls. If Mike ever sees him again, he’s dead. Let’s see who walks out of that fight alive.
Will’s whimper shook him out of his thoughts.
“Hey, you okay?”
He scrunched his face up, eyes opening. “Mike, hurts.”
Mike’s face fell. “I know, I know, I’m sorry. But we’re gonna get you fixed up, okay?”
“No,” Will gasped. “Hair—let go.”
Mike looked to where his hand was gripping the strands of Will’s hair tightly. “Oh, shit! Sorry.”
Dustin and Lucas came back with the stuff at the same time.
“Will!” They both exclaimed.
“Hey, how you doing?” Lucas asked, placing the glass of water on the side table.
Will’s eyes shifted over to them. “Fine.”
Dustin raised his eyebrows. “Oh, really?”
“Sore.” Will amended.
Mike reached over to grab the med kit from Dustin. “I got it from here,” he told them.
Dustin rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, alright,” Lucas sighed. “I’ve gotta get to Max, anyway.”
“Well I’ve got nowhere to be,” Dustin announced.
Lucas glared at him and pushed him out of the room. Their bickering could be heard all the way until the front door slammed shut.
Mike sighed, looking over Will. “Alright, shirt off.”
“Huh? No way,” Will refused.
“I need to see the bruises, Will.” Mike tugged at the hem of his shirt. “Off.”
Will chewed over it. “I don’t—I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“What are you talking about?” Mike asked, dumbfounded.
Will didn’t answer, just shunned away from Mike’s gaze.
“Okay, don’t be ridiculous. It’s just a shirt.” Mike reached for the hem, ready to pull it off of him. Will pushed his arms away and wriggled to the wall on the other side of the bed. “Will, C’mon!”
They fought it out for a minute until Mike decided that playing dirty was a necessity and started poking at Will’s ticklish sides.
Will flubbed around, giggling, trying to push him away, but weaker now. “Mike, stop! Stop, oh my God—”
Mike jabbed his finger into Will’s ribs one more time, then swiftly grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off, sliding it from his chest and then his arms.
Will shut up. He turned his face away, biting his lower lip in a pout.
His hands went up to wrap around his middle and block it from view, but Mike grabbed them before he could and laid them at his sides. “Keep them there.”
Will turned his head even further toward the wall.
His stomach was a mess of bruises that hadn’t yet set in completely but would in the next few hours. By morning, his whole middle would be purple.
Mike hissed in sympathy. “That looks like it hurts.”
Will hummed.
“I’ve got some bruise ointment in here, somewhere.”
Once he found it, he applied it to all the bruises he could see, making sure to check over Will’s chest in case there was anything broken.
Will just laid there, not saying a word.
“What happened?” Mike asked once he finished.
“It’s so stupid,” Will admitted, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Hey, no,” Mike assured him. “Look at what happened to you! There’s nothing stupid about this.”
Will debated for a minute over what to say. “We were in gym,” he settled on.
“Yeah?” Mike asked, giving him room to keep going.
Will looked over at him, eyes roaming over his face, then turned his head away again. “Yeah. That’s—Josh. He always says things about me.”
After another pause, Mike pressed for more, “So what happened this time?”
Will shut his eyes and made a face like he was about to cry. “He thought I was looking at him in the locker rooms. Then he said that I look everyday because that’s the only way I can get material to—” he cut himself off.
“What a dick!” Mike spat. “And so what, he just decided to jump you after school?”
“Yeah,” Will whispered.
“He’s a piece of shit! Even if you were looking—”
“But I don’t!” Will interjected. “Not ever, I don’t—Not ever, not at all, I promise!”
Mike faltered. “Will, it’s okay. I’m not worried about it, I didn’t think you were. Just, even if you did, who cares? It’s not like those guys aren’t looking at girls at our school at every opportunity.”
“Yeah, but they’re girls. It’s different. Guys don’t—they don’t like it when other guys look at them,” Will countered. “I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable, so I try my hardest never to look.”
Mike considered the situation. “Yeah, I guess maybe it’d be bad to look at assholes like Josh just because they might beat you up over it, but—”
“But I didn’t! I really didn’t, he just wanted someone to punch!” Will turned to him with pleading eyes, raising himself off the bed with his elbows.
“Hey, I know, it’s okay—”
“I don’t look at them ever, I don’t think about them when I do things, I don’t even touch myself!” His eyes filled with tears.
A pause. “You don’t?” Mike furrowed his brows, bewildered. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t want anyone to feel weird about me,” Will sobbed, letting himself drop back to the bed.
“But, wait, Will—You don’t touch yourself?”
Will shook his head, tears streaming down his face.
“Like, ever?”
“No, it just makes me feel gross,” He choked out.
Mike took a deep breath in. “Will, that’s not—that’s not healthy.”
Will looked at him, confused and teary eyed. “It’s fine, I just don’t want to.”
“Yeah, but you don’t want to because you feel like you can’t. There’s a difference.”
“So what?”
“Will, you can’t go your whole life being scared to jerk off just because other people are weird about it,” Mike decided. “They do the same thing! They look at girls and jack off to them in bed, and most of those girls are just living their lives innocently, not knowing there are guys jacking off to them! They probably don’t want to be thought about that way, either!”
“Well, maybe everyone should just stop touching themselves, then,” Will offered.
“Yeah, but that’s not gonna happen. People are sexually aroused by other people, and that’s normal! It’s not healthy to repress it all,” Mike explained.
“It’s fine,” Will objected. “I don’t like thinking about it.”
“You don’t like thinking about what?”
“I don’t know. Sex, getting off. Me with other—other guys.”
“Hey, it’s okay to have crushes. And you can’t control who you fall for, or even who you feel sexually aroused by. It just happens, and locking it away is going to fuck you up.”
“Whatever,” Will turned away from him.
“No, it’s not whatever! Will, this is unhealthy.”
“I can’t really control it, Mike, I don’t feel comfortable doing anything about it!” Will snapped.
Mike pondered over what to say.
“Okay, how about this: I can help you feel more comfortable with your body.”
“Mike, what?” Will blurted. “What are you talking about?”
Mike scooted closer to Will on the bed, grabbing his shoulder and pushing him onto his back so Will wasn't facing away from him.
“I can help you.”
“Yeah, I heard you, but I don’t understand at all,” Will complained.
“Well, you’re scared to touch yourself or think of yourself in sexual situations,” Mike began. “I think that if I touch you, you’ll be able to get accustomed to sex, and eventually you’ll even be able to touch yourself without feeling weird about it.”
Will just stared at him. “You’re crazy.”
“What?” Mike asked, shocked. “How is that crazy? That’s just logic!”
“Mike,” Will started, slowly. “You’re not gay.”
“So what?” Mike defended.
“So you don’t want to touch me!” Will yelled.
“That doesn’t matter! I’d do anything for you! I don’t want you suffering because you’re repressing your own sexuality.”
“I’m not repressing anything!”
“Oh yeah? Who’s the last guy you had a crush on?” Mike challenged.
Will fell silent.
“Exactly my point,” Mike asserted. “You don’t talk about anyone. You don’t look at anyone. You don’t comment on anyone on TV when it’s just the party hanging out. Apparently, you don’t even think about anyone!”
“I don’t want to make anyone feel uncomfortable,” Will tried again, quieter.
“Will, they won’t know you’re thinking of them!”
“But I’ll know that I was, and that they didn’t want it.” His eyes were red-rimmed, the occasional tear still slipping from them. He sucked in his bottom lip to stifle a sob.
Mike let out a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. “Alright, Will, I’m gonna help you, okay?”
“Mike, I don’t need—”
“I’m gonna help you,” He persisted, “And you’re gonna feel better after, I promise.”
Will tried pushing Mike’s hand from his shoulder, but the grip only grew tighter. “I don’t want help! I don’t—I don’t want—”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Mike tried assuring him. “It’s just me, you can look at me, okay?”
“No,” Will whimpered. “I can’t—”
“You can,” Mike reassured him. “Will, you can. You can look at me, it’s okay.”
Will cried, hiding his face with the arm Mike didn’t have pinned.
“Don’t hide, c’mon,” Mike grabbed the arm with his free hand. “It’s not gonna be as helpful if you pretend it isn’t happening.”
Will kept his head turned away, trying to hide his face in his shoulder.
“Look at me. Look at me, Will. It’s okay.”
Will slowly turned to face Mike, big eyes and pouted lips on display.
“There you go,” Mike encouraged.
Will screwed up his face even more, a tear slipping free.
“It’s gonna be fine. We need to do this, Will, okay?”
Mike brought the arm he’d grabbed up to his own shoulder and crawled on top of Will, leaving room between their bodies. “Leave this here, alright? Just hold on to me.”
Will took in a shaky breath, his heart racing. His hand clenched down on Mike’s shoulder.
Mike took the opportunity to use his now-free hand to trail down Will’s stomach, caressing his naked waist. Will’s breath hitched.
“You’re doing so good, Will, so good,” Mike breathed out. His hand kept roaming down, down, down, until he got to Will’s jeans.
“Mike—” Will trembled.
“I got you, it’s okay.”
Mike undid the buttons and pulled down the zipper, keeping all of his movements slow so that Will wouldn’t get spooked. He brought his hand back up a bit, lifting the edge of Will’s boxers.
Will moved the hand he’d been clenching Mike’s shoulder with, blocking Mike before he could go any further. “Wait, Mike, wait—”
“Hey, hey, I’m not gonna hurt you. Everything’s gonna be fine, yeah?” Mike grabbed his wrist, moving it back up to his shoulder. Will sniffed. “You’ve gotta stay there, remember? It’ll be easier for you, I promise.”
Mike picked up where he left off, then swiftly dipped his hand inside Will’s underwear. He kept reaching down while Will’s breathing got faster until he found his hand clenched around Will’s length.
Will took in a sharp breath, shaking his head in distress. “Mike, actually, wait, let’s stop—”
Mike clicked his tongue. “Hush, baby. You’re gonna be okay.”
Will brought his hand up to Mike’s head, threading his fingers through the hair there anxiously.
Mike felt around inside Will’s underwear, gently brushing against his length from the base all the way to the tip. Will panted in his ear, little sobs escaping his lips every once in a while.
“I’m gonna stroke you, okay?”
“Okay,” Will whined.
Mike took hold of him from the base and started to gently move his hand up and down, coaxing Will into getting hard. He wondered how often Will was left hard without being willing to give himself the relief he deserved. Did he wake up like that every morning and just have to deal with the constant pressure? Or did his repressed sexual feelings genuinely cause him to stop reacting?
Once Will started growing in his hand, he started experimenting a bit more. A finger swirling around the sensitive tip—Will let out a yelp. Stroking faster—Will’s breathing skyrocketed.
Mike wondered—wouldn’t it be best to help Will get accustomed to more than just hand jobs? It might help him better if he was confident about his entire body. Gay people liked to have sex, too, and they did penetrative stuff. So, if Will was gay, and Will eventually wanted to have sex with another gay man, then shouldn’t Will be more prepared for that eventuality? And to be prepared, he needed to get comfortable with that part of his body, as well.
Thank God Mike was such a good friend, or he never would’ve even thought about that.
“Hey, I’m gonna take your pants off, okay?” Mike told him, sitting up so that he wouldn’t lose his balance. Will’s hand fell from around his neck.
“Mike!” He shouted, panicked. He latched onto Mike's shirt around the middle.
“Woah, it’s okay!” Mike took his hand out of Will’s underwear and shifted his other one off of Will’s shoulder, bringing them both down to start tugging off Will’s jeans and boxers.
“Wait, wait, wait, wait, Mike—” Will gasped out.
Will kicked his feet while trying to wriggle away and the jeans got stuck around them. Mike tugged at them harder, yanking them off in one fell swoop.
Will laid bare naked below him, squirming, body lean but still boyish. Mike grabbed one of his thighs, entranced. The fat jiggled when he squeezed it. He wondered what his ass would feel like if he did the same thing. He’d glanced at it through Will’s jeans a couple of times, and if it felt anything like this, Mike might have to kneel there and worship it.
Mike leaned back down over Will, letting Will wrap both of his arms around his neck this time. “Oh, baby, I know, I know. It’s a lot, huh?”
Will pushed his face into Mike’s chest, crying.
“I know it’s hard, but we’re gonna get through this. You can’t keep living like this, Will. It’s gonna be okay.”
Mike kissed the top of his head.
“I’ve got an idea, alright? It’s gonna be weird at first, but I know it’s gonna help.”
“What is it?” Will pleaded, catching his breath.
“Just feel, okay? Just lay there and relax and feel.”
Will shook his head, scared not to know what Mike was thinking about. “Please,” he begged.
“Shhh…” Mike murmured in his ear.
Mike brought a hand down again, caressing Will’s length as he squeaked, but then went a bit further down.
“Mike?” Will questioned.
His hand kept going down, until he felt Will’s entrance with his fingers.
“Mike, no.” Will shook his head with more force. “Not there.”
“It’s okay, I know it’s difficult. But this is gonna help,” Mike said, decisively.
“No, Mike, wait—”
Mike inserted the tip of his middle finger into Will’s hole.
“Ah!” Will yelped. He clenched down on the finger, unfamiliar and uncomfortable with the sensation.
Mike tried to keep pressing in, but Will was so tight it was almost impossible.
“Mike, stop! Stop moving, hurts—”
“I think you need to relax more,” Mike speculated, but stopped moving forward. “I can’t keep going without hurting you if you clench down like that.”
“It feels so weird,” Will explained, gasping for air.
“I know, baby,” Mike softened. “Stop thinking about it and just relax into the feeling. This is normal, people do this all the time, okay? Your body can take it.”
“O-okay,” Will relented.
“Now relax for me, alright? Can you do that for me? Just relax?”
Will nodded his head once, trembling still, and tried his best to loosen his muscles. As soon as he did, Mike’s finger was sucked in farther, and Will let out a squeal.
“Mike!”
“Shh, shh…”
Mike pressed in even further, then started a back-and-forth motion to imitate thrusting.
“I’m gonna put in another, okay?”
“Mhm…” Will hummed worriedly.
He took out his middle finger and pressed it against his pointer, then slowly started coaxing both of them into the channel together. Will tensed up again.
“Mike…”
“Relax—you know you have to relax.”
Will bit his lip and tried to relax again. With his success, Mike was able to push both fingers in.
“Mike,” Will rasped. “It really hurts, now.”
“Remember, just—”
“I’m trying!” Will keened. “I’m really, really, trying, but it still hurts!”
Mike pressed his fingers in further, accompanied by a pained sob from Will.
He stopped, giving Will a moment to breathe. “This is how men have sex with each other, I'm pretty sure. I don’t think it’s supposed to be painful. People wouldn’t do it all the time if it was! So maybe it stops hurting once the body gets used to it,” Mike suggested.
“So, I just need to get—” Will hiccupped. “Get used to it?”
“Exactly! It’ll feel better, soon.” With that, Mike continued pressing in. He spread his fingers out, seeing how far the walls would stretch. Will made a broken noise.
“It stings,” he whimpered. “What if it tears?”
Mike considered. Will’s hole was dry and hard to push into. For girls, it was easier because they got wet. Mike guessed that boys couldn’t. But maybe, with a bit of lotion or something, it’d be easier! Like using butter to get out of handcuffs.
Mike slipped his fingers out, reaching over Will to open one of his bedside table drawers. Will gave out a sigh of relief.
Mike had a small bottle of lotion for personal use in his second drawer—honestly, he should’ve thought of it sooner. He didn't usually jerk off dry, so why would anyone put their dick into somewhere without proper lubricant? Not that he was putting his dick into Will. Just his fingers.
Well… Now the thought intrigued him. Now he wondered what it would feel like being engulfed inside of Will; inside of his hot, tight, opening. Mike hadn’t been paying attention to his own hardness before, too focused on Will, but he thought that now was the hardest he’d ever been.
With the lotion bottle in hand, he got back into place over Will, squeezing some of it onto his fingers.
“Wassat?” Will asked, tired, but no longer breathing so harshly after the break he was given.
“Something to help ease the way,” Mike explained. He rubbed his fingers together, then placed them back at Will’s entrance.
Will tried to keep his body loose as Mike entered him once again, but he couldn’t stop himself from cringing at the feeling. It didn’t sting as much as before, but he was already sore, so it only helped somewhat. A band aid wouldn't get rid of the cut, after all.
“Better?” Mike asked.
“Mhm,” Will confirmed. “‘S a bit better.”
“Just keep it loose for me.” Mike went back to thrusting his fingers in and out, a little faster this time, punching noises out of Will every time he buried them inside of him. He rubbed his fingers against Will’s walls, exploring the channel completely. Each time he pulled them back out, he dragged them against one side with some pressure, trying to get Will used to the feeling.
This time on the return, he pressed his fingers upward, massaging into the skin.
Will made a high-pitched gasping sound, his hands clenching tightly around Mike’s neck. “Mike, oh my God, there—Ah!” He squeezed his eyes shut, arching his back off the bed as Mike rubbed against that spot again.
“Feels good there, baby?” Mike moaned, rocking his own hardness into the mattress. He sped up his fingers, thrusting roughly up into Will’s body, never giving that spot a chance to recover now that he knew how it made Will feel.
Will’s fingers tightened in Mike’s hair as he was fucked into. His legs raised, framing Mike's torso almost in protest. His head jerked from side to side in short bursts, too overwhelmed to coherently signal anything. He gasped, the sound forced out of his throat, at a particularly harsh thrust.
“Too—Mm, Mike—” He groaned, interrupting himself with a sob.
“What's that, baby?” Mike decided to test the waters by adding a third finger, slipping it alongside the other two at his next thrust inside. He breached Will’s hole seamlessly, the fingers popping inside hastily and being sucked in.
Will squeezed his legs tightly around Mike’s waist, crying out in shock. He threw his head back into the pillow, wheezing breathlessly. “No more, no more, I can't—”
“You can, Will, you've got this.”
Will shook his head, panicked. “Mike, it's too much, please!”
With the way Will's gasps and moans were escalating, he was most likely approaching orgasm.
“I know it's scary, but we're just gonna push you over the edge, okay? Just let it happen.”
Will scrambled to get his arms in between his body and Mike’s, trying to push him away out of protest, but too panicked and uncoordinated. Mike centered his weight and used his other hand to grab onto Will’s wrists, catching them one by one, and then brought them down above his head, leaning on them to prevent them from moving.
Mike kept his fingers pushing in and out of Will’s body, rubbing that spot inside of him tirelessly. Will’s breathing grew heavier, his sobs louder, mixing with moans of unimpeded pleasure.
Mike leaned down, placing his forehead against Will’s, breathing in the same air and trying to provide comfort for what was about to come. He knew this would be hard for Will, but it wasn't healthy to keep it all locked inside. He was doing this for Will's own good.
Will’s body began seizing, tightening around Mike’s fingers and arching further up into Mike. His legs trembled and spasmed, unable to decide whether to lock around Mike's waist or to kick out.
“Mike—” Will attempted
“Shh, just let it happen.” Mike kept going, pushing through the tightening of Will’s hole. He felt Will's cum shoot up onto his shirt, seeping into the fabric and wetting his stomach.
Will wailed, sobbing uncontrollably and wriggling his body, trying to move away from the sensation.
Mike continued working him through his orgasm, coaxing out every last drop. It lasted longer than any of Mike’s ever had. Once the dam broke, all of the cum and desire that had been blocked for years were finally able to release.
For Will, this resulted in an unexplainable and overwhelming sensation that he thought would kill him. All of his senses were overrun, and he couldn't feel anything other than pure bliss in a way that was far too much for him to even process.
Even as Will’s orgasm began to finish, Mike kept going, slowing only somewhat. Maybe it was a little cruel of him to keep Will in such an overstimulated state for this long, but Mike couldn't get enough of his cries. Will would only be able to get used to sex if he got used to orgasming, so in the end, this would actually prove beneficial to his future.
Will, however, didn't see it that way. “Stop! Mike, stop, too much, too much—” he banged his head onto the mattress, putting up a fight against the hand that was capturing his wrists. Mike had to move his own head back to prevent Will from banging them together. The more unruly he became, the more weight Mike had to lean onto his wrists to stop him from freeing himself and maybe even from violence. “Mike, please, I can't, I really can't!”
Mike pushed their bodies closer together, widening Will’s legs with his torso to prevent him from kicking. “Just a little more, baby, then you'll be done, alright?”
Will just sobbed, shaking his head.
“You're doing such a good job, Will.”
Will screamed as his body seized once more, too overstimulated to not orgasm again. He came once more, still shockingly a lot. All of his muscles were tensed, fighting the sensation, but ultimately unable to stave it off.
Mike pushed him until the orgasm was finished, then slowed his fingers to a stop inside of him. Will quieted, sobbing softly now. Mike rubbed his fingers against that spot lovingly, causing Will to jolt with a whimper.
“No more,” he croaked out. “Please?”
Mike halted his fingers. “No more, that's right, baby.”
Will trembled in relief. Mike let the moment linger, appreciating Will’s lip quivers and the soft walls that surrounded his fingers. Will's thighs were spread wide open, Mike’s crotch right between them. If Mike was right, then it would take more than one attempt to get Will more comfortable with his body. Will was pretty resistant this time, and he was so unused to orgasming that he was barely able to handle it. No, this was something that needed to be worked on periodically. Mike couldn't just let Will go out into the world in this state; he'd get completely overwhelmed by the men he'd date! They wouldn't even know what to do when that happened, not like Mike would.
Mike came to the decision hastily. He was going to have to give a full-blown course about sex to Will. One that would last weeks, maybe months, even. And there was no way he was letting another man fuck Will before he got the chance to. There was just absolutely no way Will would be able to handle that. He'd have to get him used to the sensation first so that he wouldn't panic when the time came with his future boyfriend.
He lowered his head down to touch Will’s. Their lips were so close, all Mike would have to do—
He pressed his lips to Will's softly, bringing the top lip into his own and sucking gently. Will froze, then kissed back, hesitant. Mike could taste his tears on his tongue.
He slowly pulled his fingers out of Will, being met with a whine.
“Shh, I know. Sensitive, huh, baby?”
“Uh huh,” Will whispered.
“I'm gonna clean you up, now, alright?”
Mike lifted his body and let go of Will’s wrists to get something to wipe the both of them off with, but Will shot up, panicked, grabbing him by the shoulders.
“No! Don't leave! Please?” Will looked up at him with his big, hazel eyes, greener now that they were so irritated from crying. His lips trembled. “Please, stay?”
“Of course, baby,” Mike assured him. “I wasn't gonna leave. I would never leave you.” He lowered himself back to the bed, taking Will into his arms. He guided Will onto his side, then onto Mike's chest as he flopped onto his back. “We'll clean up later, how about that?”
“Mhm…” Will nuzzled his face into Mike’s neck, tears still leaking from his eyes and snot dripping from his nose, making a mess out of Mike’s t-shirt.
“Maybe a nice, hot shower and some cocoa? Then we can fall asleep reading comics, yeah?”
“‘Kay,” came Will’s muffled voice.
Mike would just have to tell him about their newly scheduled sexual therapy course later.