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Will knows when Mike is in the mood. Because while Will is more reserved, more shy about talking about sex or asking for it and has to hint and hope Mike picks up on it, Mike isn't shy.
He never has been. Even as a child, it was him who approached Will on the swings and asked the question that started it all, and as a teenager it was he who silenced Will with a kiss, fervent whispers of I love you amidst the apocalypse, and now at Twenty-one he bluntly makes his thoughts known now as well.
Whether it be announcing he thinks Will looks hot or calling someone a bitch to their face or explaining new things he wants to try with Will in the bedroom, he's gotten better at communicating– though really, Will suspects it has more to do with the safety of their relationship and the confidence in knowing he wasn't bad for loving Will, he was allowed to– or really, it didn't matter if he was allowed or not– that brought out his natural honesty and bold attitude.
Like now, Lucas and Max are in town– Chicago, that is– and had dropped by to see the two boyfriends in their apartment for lunch. After finding out El and Dustin were nearby, they decided to make a night of it and go out for drinks. It was nice to see them all in one place again, even if Max took too many shots and Lucas had to carry her out, or El decided to announce the hickeys on Will's neck to the whole bar, or Dustin picked a fight with Mike about the new Lord of the Rings movie and how accurate it was.
It was still nice.
Mike and Will walk to their car, and Mike is usually quiet. He holds the passenger door open for Will, and Will slides in, buckling readily. Mike watches him, his face serious but his dark eyes twinkling mischievously.
"You drunk?" He questions, leaning in the door a bit.
"Nuh-uh," Will answers honestly. "I had one drink when we started, but it's worn off now."
Mike nods matter-of-factly like he knew this, and Will isn't surprised he did. Mike closes the door then, crossing to his side and getting in casually, starting the car in silence and leaving Will's mind stewing with questions.
He could ask, he knows this. He knows Mike would answer truthfully, no matter how mundane or obscene his thoughts were. But Will trusts him, so he's content to sit and hum to the radio as they leave the bar.
At some point, a few streets away from their apartment, Mike's hand comes to rest at Wil's knee, warm and big, before moving up Will's thigh as he drives, caressing and groping gently.
Mike loves Will's thighs, he tells Will regularly. Loves to touch them and feel them, and it works out well because Will loves when Mike touches him.
Will could write essays about Mike's hands. How they were big and pale and his fingers were slender, the way his palms were warm but not sweaty, just smooth and soft, and Will loved the way Mike's hands felt on him. On his waist, legs, chest, face. Everywhere. Oh the wonderful things his hands could do for Will.
"You tired?" Mike asks, his voice offering and low, amd between his question and the hand feeling up his leg, he feels a flutter in his stomach.
"No," Will answers, his fingers coming to play with the strap of Mike's watch in anticipation.
"Good." Mike's mouth twitches a smile, and while Will knows him, knows what it means, knows why Mike's thumb taps eagerly on the wheel as he parks, it's confirmed when he unlocks the door letting them into the apartment and locks it again quickly, meeting Will against the wall and joining their lips in a kiss.
The first one is sweet, mouths ajar but just a warm press, however the second one is more. It's sharper as Mike bites his lower lip, it's wetter and warmer as their tongues slide together, and hotter as Mike hums, the vibrations against his mouth making Will whimper.
They don't stop kissing, fumbling and tripping their way to their bedroom, but Mike stops in the doorway.
"Okay," he says, his voice demanding but gentle and pulling Will out of his kiss-induced reverie, "I want you to go lay down, okay Angel?"
"Mm-hm," Will agrees, his brain struggling to form sentences. "Do- do you want me to get undressed?" He asks, looking up through his lashes.
"You got a belt on?" He questions, and Will nods. "Take that off. Shoes too, but nothing else. I'll be right back."
He kisses Will again, once, twice, three times before pulling away and wandering in the direction of their bathroom.
Mike won't like it if Will's not ready by the time he's back, so he hurries to take his jacket and belt off, kicking off his shoes and putting them under the bed before laying down. He shouldn't touch himself until Mike gets back, either.
It's not like Mike would hit him, he knows he wouldn't– but he might be mean and make Will wait to come, or he might deny it completely, and Will definitely doesn't want that.
He rests his head on the pillow and his hands on his stomach, uncertain as to exactly what position Mike wants him in, but he trusts Mike will fix it when he comes back.
Mike walks in then, his own shoes undoubtedly kicked into the hall or something, and he brought a new bottle of lube from the bathroom as well.
"Good boy Will, waiting so pretty," Mike praises, setting the bottle on the nightstand and moving to the bed. Will hums pleasantly, Mike climbing into the bed and positioning himself over Will as he kisses his neck.
"I had to get more," Mike says low, his voice not disapproving, but maybe a bit amused. "We were out of what we keep in here. Probably 'cause I had you finger yourself 'til you came the other morning."
Will groans, his face hot. "Don't say that," he whines, "It's embarrassing."
Mike laughs a bit, still sucking bruises on to Will's neck. "El saw where I marked you up," he says huskily, completely ignoring Will's whines. "What did you think? The whole bar seeing that you got kissed and touched raw."
"I-" Will swallows thickly, his pants growing uncomfortably tight. "I liked it. It was a little awkward, but.. I liked knowing that people could see I'm yours."
Mike liked that, liked when Will could speak clearly. He also liked when Will couldn't, when he himself had fucked him to the point of overstimulation and all Will could do was whimper and cry. He was proud of Will when he tried to speak, though.
"I liked it too," Mike agrees, apparently satisfied with the fresh marks on Will's skin because he leans back to look at Will, his eyes dark but loving as he drags his hands down Will's sides.
his skin pricks with goosebumps as Mike hooks his thumbs under Will's shirt, his fingers kneading the skin a little. "Are you ready for me to take this off?" He offers, and Will nods quickly.
Mike grins but doesn't tease him, just has Will lean up so he can swiftly pull it off. The air hits his skin, and that combined with Mike's mouth coming to his nippes and biting lightly, pressing his tongue around them, makes the goosebumps come back stronger.
"Oh," he gasps, Mike's hand working the nipple that his mouth left as he moves to suck and bite at the other.
" Mm Love how sensitive you are," He marvels, still groping and kneading with his hands as he brings his face to Will's again, the kiss hot and passionate as Will threads his fingers through Mike's hair.
Mike holds himself at bay, their faces together but his body on all fours, fencing Will in– and making it impossible for their bodies to brush together.
Will knows he shouldn't, knows it'll land him in trouble, but his pants are so tight and he's so desperate for friction, and when he tries to sneak a hand down to palm at his jeans, Mike intervenes and snatches his hand up, pinning it with his other over his head.
Mike snickers into the kiss, clearly amused as Will groans and hooks his leg around Mike's waist, drawing his hips up and dragging his clothed dick against Mike's, desperate for something– any kind of stimulation.
"Ah ah," Mike tuts, breaking the kiss and forcing Will's hips down. "You aren't behaving, Will. I won't give you what you want unless you behave."
Will whimpers, a high-pitched sound, and Mike laughs softly. "Don't you want to be good for me?"
He nods frantically, curling his toes to release tension so he won't buck his hips. He did, he wanted to be good so Mike would be proud of him and touch him and make him see stars. "I wanna be good for you Mike, I'll be good, I swear-"
"Good," Mike hums, his big hands touching Wills' sides, gripping his hips and pinching his nippes as Will lays still, trying to breathe normally. "So pretty like this," Mike muses, almost to himself.
He leans up, straddling Will's lap and pulling his own shirt over his head smoothly, coming back to kiss at Will's chest, arms braced on either side of him.
Will whimpers again, a more pained one, and Mike notices because he comes to lick and kiss at Will's temple, his thumbs rubbing soothingly at Will's shoulders.
"What is it, baby? Are you hurting?"
"M-My pants," Will manages, his voice already faint and breath shaky. "They're- they're tight, it's uncomfortable."
"Well, we can't have that." Mike responds, a teasing but still concerned smile on his face as his fingers swiftly undo the button and zipper on Will's jeans, tugging them off part way and Will sighs a bit in relief.
Mike always takes care of him.
He moves to Will's side, pulling his pants off the rest of the way, then laying down next to Will and closing him in from the side, tucking him into a kiss and his hands fiddling with Will's nipples again, Will making light but obscene noises into Mike's mouth.
"Tell me what you want," Mike says breathily, breaking the kiss and brushing Will's sweaty hair out of his face. "Tell me what you want me to do."
Will bites his lip, humming slightly. "I wa- I n- I can't, Mike, it's too much. It's embarrassing."
"A few minutes ago you were grinding against me like a slut," Mike reminds him not unkindly, and Will covers his hot face with his hands.
"You don't have to still be shy, Will. Hey, look at me-" He takes Will's hands off his face, dark eyes intense and Will's hazel eyes wide and blinking. "You don't still have to be shy. I've seen every inch of you multiple times a week for years now."
"Just- just five," Will whispers, feeling a bit silly. He should be used to this, used to the blunt way Mike speaks about things, the way he likes Will to say exactly what he wants. It's just too much sometimes, especially when he knows Mike knows it anyway.
It's embarrassing, asking for the things he likes. It gets easier when they get going, like begging for it harder or pleading for Mike to touch him more, but this- it's hard, hard to look Mike in the eye and say, I want you to finger me, or I want you to fuck me and grip my neck so my mind goes fuzzy and all I remember is your name.
"Will," Mike commands, not asking anymore. "Say it."
" Ugh- " Will squeezes his eyes shut, turning his face away. "I want- I want you to touch me. I want you to take your jeans off and fuck me where I'll feel it for days after, I want to feel you in me, I want you to make me feel- Mmn, "
"Good boy," Mike soothes, his hands splayed on Will's chest. "I'm so proud of you." Will preens a bit, opening his eyes and moaning lightly, arching his back.
Then,
"But are you sure you can handle it? You're already so pretty and fucked out and I've barely touched you." Mike points out, and Will flushes.
"I can handle it," he promises, "You know I can."
Mike grins, because he does know it. Taking Mike's dick is practically muscle memory at this point, even if Will will never fully get used to the feeling of Mike's dick or fingers reaching deep inside to his most sensitive spots, opening him up and making him fall apart.
But he can handle it, he'd make himself handle it. "I want it," He breathes, and Mike brushes a thumb over Will's cheek.
"So beautiful," He whispers, "My good boy."
He takes his own jeans off, and Will is pleased to see that Mike's as hard as he is through his boxers.
"Take off your underwear," Mike orders, and Will wriggles them off eagerly, throwing them off the side of the bed. He'd get them later.
Mike gets in between Will's legs, his knees bent and thighs spread, and he sighs and moans at the same time when Mike puts his hands on his legs.
"I haven't done anything yet," He teases, and Will rolls his eyes– grateful Mike couldn't see it, because he'd be facing orgasm denial for ages if he did. Will couldn't help being a brat sometimes.
Will squeezes his eyes shut, something about the visual too much, but they shoot open with a gasp when he feels Mike's tongue on his hole, licking and prodding and causing Will to feel almost electrified by the sensation.
"A h- Mike," Will moans, but Mike doesn't answer, he just hums and continues to make Will fall apart with his mouth.
He does this sometimes, works Will open with his tongue– sometimes in addition to or even instead of his fingers when they want it more rough. It feels unbelievably good, Will's legs now thrown over Mike's shoulders, and his dick is insanely hard, leaking all over the place.
His hands come to rest in Mike's hair, the hot fluttering feeling in his stomach only growing more intense and his noises louder.
He gets lost in the feeling for a few more moments before the wetness of Mike's tongue is paused as he reaches over Will to the nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube, and replacing the warm feeling with the cold circling of a lubed finger before sliding it in, stroking it in and out as Mike whispers praises and Will gasps and moans, biting his lip to try to muffle the noises.
He adds a second finger, stroking it only once before adding a third, curling and stretching them as Will brings a hand up to his face to cover the sounds.
"Will," Mike says suddenly, his voice disapproving. "What did we talk about?"
Will didn't forget, but he'd rather Mike think he did than stop. " Mmph- I forgot," he says breathily, "I'm s- sorry." He lets his hand fall away from his face, as embarrassing as it is, but is rewarded with Mike moving his fingers again.
"Good boy," Mike says, fucking his fingers in and out a bit faster.
"I love hearing you fall apart on my hands," He murmurs, Will still whining and panting. "Love making you cum on just my fingers. Not tonight though," he adds, slipping his fingers out despite Will's protesting noise and taking his boxers off.
He reaches for the lube again, and Will hears the cap open and then the wet sound of Mike sticking himself up, the quiet groan of friction after holding out so long.
Mike leans over Will again, pressing wet kisses to his flushed face and neck, and Will brings his legs and arms up around Mike's torso, clinging to him with their chests together, and Mike laughs softly as he presses a kiss to Will's forehead, the pressure at his rim distracting.
"You're so cute, baby," Mike says, slowly pushing in as Will lets put a long unbroken noise at the feeling of being filled up. "Like a koala."
Will only hums and presses his legs in tighter, Mike beginning to thrust in and out.
"Mm, so fucking pretty," Mike says breathlessly, starting to ramble as Will tucks his face into Mike's neck and gasps with every thrust. "Sound so good too, love your voice. God you're so hot, so tight– You want me to hit your spot?"
Will moans louder, Yes, please, and Mike drags his hips out slowly, stopping just at the tip.
"Use your words."
" Fuck yeah, mmn, please- ah I wanna come on your dick, love being full of you, Just want- ugh, just want you to go faster-" He babbles, and he feels Mike grin against his skin.
He shifts lightly before thrusting in hard, and Will all but screams as his legs tighten around Mike and his toes curl, his eyes seeing stars as Mike gets the same spot every time, pausing for a moment to lean back, moving Will's legs over his shoulders again and putting a hand on Will's lower stomach, hitting in hard again.
Will just gasps and groans, his hands twisting in the sheets and white knuckling them, not too shy to watch Mike anymore.
Mike's falling into a rhythm, pounding roughly as Will continues making noises and grabbing at the sheets, one of his hands below Will's belly button where the white-hot feeling is overwhelming and another on Will's hip, using him for leverage to fuck him harder.
" Oh– Angel, feel-" Mike pauses but doesn't stop completely, taking Will's hand and guiding it to his stomach where there's pressure and something shifting, and Mike grinds as though to make a point.
Will arches his back, letting out a long noise, loud that trails off into a whimper. "I- I can feel you in my stomach," He moans, overstimulated tears building in his eyes.
Mike starts thrusting harder then, Will's legs falling to Mike's sides and lazily wrapping around him as Mike continues.
"You like that? You like it deep, like seeing my dick in your belly?" He waits for Will's confirming frantic nod and keening noise, then, " Mmn you're such a slut, you know that? Always look so good stretched full of me.. You're just a pretty little whore aren't you, Thick thighs and perfect ass, even your curvy little hips- just meant for this, meant for me to fuck you all the time?"
" Ah- yeah," Will isn't even sure of what he's agreeing to, his mind is hazy and he shakes slightly, the pleasure too much. "L-love you fucking me, want it all the time- Mm always meant for you, always just for you,"
Mike moves a his hand from Will's stomach to his dick, wrapping his long fingers around it and stroking it quickly as Will lets out a desperate noise.
"I'm gonna- oh God- "
"You want to come?" Mike asks, his breath quick and his thrusts rocking Will's whole body.
"I want to- Please let me, please let me come," Will lets out a broken sob, the pressure building too much for his body to handle anymore.
"I've got you," Mike soothes, jerking him off quicker and pounding even harder, and Will's body tenses before going completely limp as his body crashes over the edge.
The room is full of desperate sound of Will's cries, skin slapping, and Mike's low groans and he approaches his limit, fucking Will through his release, his hand and Will's stomach getting messily painted white.
Mike doesn't stop even after Will's done, his noises turning to small whimpers and Mike lifts his hand, covered in Will's come, to his mouth and sucks it off.
Will's body can't help but twitch and his cheeks burn, the overstimulation making tears leak from his eyes as the feeling starts to turn painful.
"M' almost done," Mike pants, "Almost there. Doing so well for me Will, look so good taking it– such a pretty slut."
Will weakly moves his hands from white-knuckling the sheets to reaching out for Mike's, and Mike takes it, joining their hands as his eyes screw shut and his head tosses back, his dark curls a little damp.
Mike lets out a long groan, and Will can't help but grip Mike's hand tighter and moan at the feeling of being filled up again, Mike's come hot and wet as he slows to a stop, both of them panting.
"Did so good," Mike murmurs as he pulls out, slumping down next to Will and holding him close. "So good for me."
Will sighs pleasantly, and Mike snickers lightly. "Did I fuck the words out of you?"
Will nods, cracking a smile. Too tired and blissed out to use his voice, and Mike grins as he presses a kiss to Will's forehead.
"I mean it," He says gently after a minute, Will peering at him as he pauses tracing designs on Mike's chest. "You did really good."
"Yeah?" Will manages to say, his face warm and his voice faint and low.
"Mm-hm," Mike smiles sweetly, moving a hand to Will's cheek and softly touching the now dried tears. "I love you so much."
Will flushes, Mike brushing their noses together lightly before kissing him, gentle and sweet.
"You did good too," Will murmurs, "Always make me feel so perfect."
Mike kisses him again instead of answering, and when he leans back, Will sees the dusting of pink joining his freckles. He starts to get up, but Will fumbles for his hand again, humming confusedly as he frowns, not wanting him to leave.
"I'm just gonna go get some stuff to clean you up," Mike explains, his dark eyes bright. "I'm not going to make you shower tonight."
"Good," Will huffs, "I'm too tired. You're coming back, right?"
"Well," he teases, "This is my room too, but yes. I'm coming right back, okay?"
Will nods, satisfied, and waits quietly for Mike to come back, crossing his arms over his chest and drawing his knees up to preserve warmth and try to get the goosebumps off his body now that the slight sweat was cooling, as well as the come on his stomach- and the fact that he's completely naked.
Mike returns then, humming in concern when he sees him and putting two plastic water bottles on the nightstand, as well as putting the lube away in the drawer and flicking on the lamp. "Are you cold?"
"I'm freezing," Will squints, but there's no malice. "You know, I'd be warmer if you just stayed here instead of leaving me to fuck around in the kitchen for hours."
"I was barely five minutes," Mike retorts, sitting at the edge of the bed and pressing the wet rag to Will's stomach, swiping up his come, and Will's pleased to find the cloth is warm.
"And besides," Mike adds, dropping the rag on the nightstand and passing Will the water bottle, tapping his finger against the tip of Will's nose, "You look adorable." He says gleefully.
Will doesn't answer, just flushes and sits up so Mike can slip a dry shirt over his head, then taking the offered clean underwear while Mike gets his own boxers and shirt.
Will takes a sip of the water, before making grabby hands at Mike, who laughs.
"Drink half your water and I'll lay with you," He grins, and Will rolls his eyes, grumbling lightly to himself as he quickly downs the water, trying not to choke.
He makes it just over half, before screwing the lid shut. He pauses a minute before frowning, and Mike raises an eyebrow.
"Well now I have to pee," He scowls, and Mike presses his lips together and tries not to laugh as Will stands and stalks down the hall.
He finishes quickly, annoyed at the come leaking out of him because why can't it just stay where it's put- at least until tomorrow?
"I hate you," He grumbles, closing the bedroom door. Mike's donned sweatpants and an amused expression, as well as opened up the blankets so Will can slip in next to him. Which he does, of course.
"Oh yeah? Why?" Mike asks, intrigued.
"Because!" Will exclaims, hating how whiny he sounds. "Because- You made me drink water and then I had to get up and I was comfortable and now- It's all coming out. "
"You're stuffed with jizz," Mike points out, wrapping his arm around Will who groans loudly. "You had to get up at some point."
Will frowns deeply as Mike kisses his forehead, "But I like- " He stops. That's ammunition for life, and Mike isn't one to let him forget when he says stuff like this.
He's also not one to let it go, either.
"Like what?" He asks, tilting Will's face to look at him properly, cheeks tinted. When Will doesn't answer, he frowns for a second before smiling gleefully.
"What, you like your ass full of my cum?"
"Don't say that," Will grumbles, curling into Mike's side and hiding his face. "It's gross, and like- embarrassing."
"Will, nothing you're into could be gross." Mike says sincerely, his hand coming up to play with the edges of Will's hair.
Will hums reluctantly in response, not really sure what to say, when a wave of exhaustion hits him and he yawns.
"Tired?"
"Mm-hm," Will nods sleepily. "I'm gonna- I'm going to sleep. Good night, Mike."
"Goodnight Sunshine," Mike says softly, reaching to click off the lamp. "I love you."
"Love you so much," Will murmurs back.
Then, in their own city apartment, with the squeaky doors and faucets that take ages to heat, in his room with the Christmas lights on in case he wakes up from a nightmare, curled up with his boyfriend, and yes – as embarrassing as it is– Mike's come up his ass,
Will falls asleep while the boy he loves strokes his hair.