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“You sure I can’t drive you home? I’m getting a lot better. And night driving is way easier too.” Dustin had his brows raised in question as he looked at Will, who was standing just behind Mike at the front of the Wheeler's house.
“I’m sure you think that. But no, Jonathan will be back to drive me home soon.” The small lie left Will easily these days and Dustin shrugged in response. “Thanks though.” Will added, the guilt slowly building.
“Fine, see you tomorrow.” The boys bid each other goodnight as Dustin started up his car with a loud whoop, excited as the old station wagon started on the first try. Lucas shook his head from the passenger's seat, looking pleadingly at the two at the door. Will waved and then held out a thumbs up to him as he and Mike walked back inside.
“Fucking finally.” Mike sighed, closing the front door behind them after an eventful day, the sun long since set. Will laughed lightly.
“Don’t be rude, Mike.” He pushed lightly at the other boy's chest, fingers lingering a beat too long to be casual. Mike rolled his eyes, pushing off the door and coming to stand closer to the shorter boy.
“Come up to my room?” He asked, resisting the urge to hold Will as close as possible to his body, even though he knew it was only his dad at home -who was sound asleep in the living room chair. Will smiled shyly, turning on his heels and making his way up the stairs with even strides as Mike watched his broad shoulders sway with each step, transfixed. Will turned at the top, elbows resting heavily on the banister.
“Mike, you comin’?”
His voice was soft and even and Mike swallowed loudly and nodded his head, his throat a bit too tight to respond with words, taking the stairs two at a time and tripping slightly near the top. Mike veered from his room, going to the bathroom mirror and combing his hands through his wild hair, trying to tame it.
Will was sitting primly on his bed when Mike entered his room, shutting the door behind him and leaning against it, his gaze not willing to leave the brunette as they both took in each other's presence in silence.
The day had been long and loud and full of friends, first the original party had come over to the Wheelers to play some D&D, later joined by Max, Eleven, Erica, Robin and Steve. Jonathan had come too but Nancy and him had spent the entire time in her room. They all talked, watched movies, played games, and ate their weight in chips and soda. Steve had brought beer for the older of the party, but of course each of the kids (Steve still called them that, even though they were all over eighteen at this point -besides Erica) had stolen a beer or two. It was Steve's fault for bringing them and then not keeping an eye on them.
When it hit late into the evening everyone besides the four boys went home, Nancy leaving to go with Jonathan over to his house. The boys had finished their campaign that night, the sounds of dice rolling, papers shuffling, and their loud yelling and laughing continued long into the middle of the night. Thankfully Ted could sleep through anything after a couple beers.
Holly had been at camp for the last three days, and Karen (being the helicopter parent she had become to the girl after Venca) had volunteered to be a counselor so she never had to let the girl out of her sight.
And that worked perfectly fine with Mike, knowing he would get a night (mostly, save for Ted) alone with his perfect boyfriend. Even after fourteen months together the two rarely got time truly alone. It was hard to come up with excuses to be alone together that didn’t leave them looking incredibly suspicious, but Mike thought they had been doing a pretty good job of staying a secret for so long.
It wasn’t as if they didn’t want to tell people, but things were complicated. They hadn’t exactly gotten together at the best time; in the middle of fighting Vecna and getting the kids back safely, it was a shock even to the two boys in the middle of it, they couldn’t quite imagine explaining to anyone else. After they had gotten over the initial disbelief themselves, they both agreed that when the time was right, they would come clean to the friends and family they had saved the world with.
But in the meantime, the pair did enjoy that they got to keep things to themselves. They liked the rush of secrecy and the adrenaline of hiding something so important, only the other knowing the truth. A secret just for them. It was thrilling.
“Whatcha’ lookin’ at?” Mike's voice came out cheeky, his eyes tracking Will’s as they had roamed over his slight frame, down over his torso and hips, snapping up to Mike’s eyes when he spoke. Will blushed prettily, wetting his lips with his tongue before shrugging a shoulder.
“You gonna stand there all night?” As the words came, Will leaned further back on the bed, shifting until he hit the pillows and an arm came up to lay behind his head.
Mike smirked, “I mean, I have a pretty good view. So maybe.” Will looked over at him with dark eyes before unhooking his belt with one hand, sliding it off and tossing it across the room.
Mike blinked heavily as he watched, the room feeling ten degrees warmer suddenly. Will continued, unbuttoning his plaid over-shirt with both hands, eyes focused on the task when he spoke, his voice coming out deeper than usual.
“Hm, it’s pretty late, guess we should get to bed…” He trailed off, sitting up and removing the garment, the white undershirt stretching over his chest invitingly as he folded the shirt and placed it on the bedside table. “Can you hit the light since you're over there?” Mike flipped the switch obediently, the low lamp light from his bedside keeping him from losing Will’s image totally to the darkness.
Will continued with his little show, letting his jeans drop to the floor with a blush, even after all this time, as he pulled the unmade comforter over his lap.
“Wow, you’re really committed to the voyeur thing tonight huh?” Will asked softly and stretched his legs out as he rested against the headboard. Mike lifted his head playfully.
“Not at all,” He popped from the door, undoing his own belt and pulling his jeans off quickly. “Just wanted you to get comfortable before I imposed on you.” Mike’s words were light with humor, but Will’s brows crinkled in confusion.
“What do mean impose-oof,” Will was cut off by Mike jumping onto him, situating himself over Will's lap and flinging his arms over his shoulders, gripping at Will’s nape.
“Sooo, how tired are you exactly?” Mike asked, placing a hand on Will’s cheek to make him look up at him. Will huffed a laugh and ran his hands down Mike’s back, stretching his neck up slightly to meet their lips in a warm kiss.
Mike smirked into the kiss, deepening it as both his hands now held Will’s face like a precious artifact. The kiss became hungry quickly, swiping at the others tongues and moaning softly, all the while Will’s hands roamed over Mike's whole body, down his chest, his thighs, squeezing at his bottom. Mike loved being in this position.
The feeling of Will’s strong arms around him, touching him wherever he wanted and the way their mouths never left each other made him feel so secure and desired. It made him so hot to be able to take a small movement forward and feel the boy's hardness against his own, or below against his ass if he got close enough, which he was trying to do now before Will broke away, kissing down his neck and bringing his hands to Mike’s hips roughly to stop his movements. Mike had his head thrown back but was about to complain about being restrained when his walkie chirped loudly from the floor beside his bed.
They both jumped at the shock of the loud sound in the quiet room and Will froze with his face against Mike’s neck. “Jesus christ,” Mike breathed leaning back and looking at Will as the radio went off again.
“Mike, you there? Is Will gone yet? Mike?” Lucas’ voice came through clear and Mike groaned, annoyed, and kissed Will quickly on the forehead before sliding over the edge of the bed on his stomach and pulling up the walkie.
“The fuck do you want Lucas?” Will smacked him lightly on the ass for, well, being an ass, and Mike smirked at him over his shoulder before Lucas continued.
“Dustin and I planned something while in the car for Will’s birthday tomorrow, figured you’d want in on it.”
“Yeah, sure whatever, just tell me tomorrow. I’m going to bed,” Mike said shortly, and Will scoffed.
“Wait no, we were planning to meet-” Mike shut off the walkie before Lucas could finish and let it hit the floor again as he crawled back over to Will, who stopped him with hand on his shoulder.
“First of all, that was rude, Mike.” Mike summoned his best puppy dog eyes as he sat back on his heels. “Please make sure you apologize to Lucas tomorrow. And second…” He paused as Mike’s hands slowly climbed over his legs and up towards his center. “Second… I think we should probably sleep now. Your door doesn’t have a lock and your dad could come in at any time.”
“He won't," Mike answered simply, looking up through his lashes and rubbing his hand over Will’s semi. The boy closed his eyes with a hiss, biting his lip and looking at Mike pleadingly. “Do you want me to stop?” Mike asked seriously, stilling his hand and giving Will a second to even out his breathing.
Will looked off to the side, suddenly self-conscious. “I’m sorry…” Mike removed his hand immediately. Will continued in a small voice. “I know we don’t get much time alone, and it’s been a while since… I just-”
“Hey, you don’t have to justify yourself to me.” Mike moved to sit beside the boy, lacing their fingers together giving Will a reassuring smile. “We can just sleep. It’s late anyway, and tomorrow is going to be long.”
“Yeah?”
“Of course, Will.” Mike pushed Will’s hair back, petting him and shifting so they were both laying facing each other. “Thank you for telling me what you want.”
Will shook his head, dislodging Mike’s touch and kissing him gently. “I know we probably should, I mean when do we ever get time alone, it’s just-” He cut himself off as Mike glared at him.
“There’s no ‘should’ anything. We do stuff together because we love each other, because we both want it and if you don’t want it, I don’t either. That simple.”
“Yeah… right… but like, you wanted to, like, do stuff tonight, right? I’m sure you were looking forward to it…? I could just like, blow you or-” Mike turned quickly, so he was looking toward the ceiling with both hands over his ears.
“La la la, I can’t hear you. Hope you aren’t saying any stupid shit over there, but even if you were I can’t hear you!” Will laughed loudly at the ridiculous display, grabbing both of Mike’s wrists in a weak attempt to wrestle his hands from his ears. Will was stronger than Mike, but he didn’t use his strength as the taller man kept his hands where they were and Will dropped to rest on his chest, still laughing lightly.
“Okay, Mike… Mike! I get it okay! It was a stupid suggestion.” They both laughed as Mike pulled his hands away and placed them on Will’s shoulders, eyebrows raising as their eyes met.
“Hey, it wasn’t stupid. I just need you to remember that this is a two way street. We’re partners, and if you're tired I don’t expect you to put yourself on the sidelines for my pleasure. Because I’m not having fun if you're not. I wouldn’t ever force you to-”
“No, of course not! Mike, that's not how I was thinking, I just… I don’t know, I always want to be able to make you happy. I hate disappointing you.” Mike sighed softly, bringing his hands to cup his boyfriends face, thumbs gently caressing his cheeks.
“I’m not disappointed, babe. We have all the time in the world. It’s not like I’m some insatiable, horny freak.” Mike frowned at Will’s raised brow. “Oh, shut up.” They both laughed into each other's mouth when they met for another sweet kiss.
“I love you, Mike. And I like you when you're horny.” Mike dropped his head onto the pillows, an indignant noise flying past his parted lips as Will continued. “Which, I mean yeah, is pretty much all the time, but like, I don’t mind.”
Will giggled when Mike caught his eye and gave him an exaggerated wide eyed stare. “I mean, can you blame me? Have you seen my boyfriend? He’s like, super hot. He’s muscular and tan, and he has the fucking sweetest green eyes -they're like candy,” Mike's voice lowered suddenly as he looked around the room as if making sure they were alone. “And once, he even made me cum twice in like, an hour.” Will hummed, looking away in thoughtful contemplation.
“Can I get his number?” Both of their faces went blank.
“...”
“...”
The silence was broken suddenly, Mike no longer being able to hold back his snicker as he hid his face in Will's shoulder, and Will’s body shook faintly with his own quiet chuckles.
“Wait, when did you cum twice in one session?” Will asked, brows frowned in thought.
“Session,” Mike laughed, sitting up and Will rolled off him to the side as the boy began to unbutton his own over-shirt.
“Uh, like three months ago. Remember, we had your house to ourselves for like two hours, and you went to fucking town on me.” Mike’s voice was airy and Will pursed his lips trying to recall the memory. Mike tossed his shirt onto the floor with no regard for where it ended up. “Yeah, you like, ate me out and fingered me for a while, and that was after we’d already been grinding for eons. And I came super suddenly, no dick stimulation at all, it was fucking wild. You tried to give me a break but I said I still wanted you inside me, and I came again on your cock.”
Will’s face was bright red as the memories came flooding back and listening to Mike’s dirty words as he casually described their time together. Mike’s cheeks were tinged a light pink as he shuffled under the covers, flinging an arm around Will’s middle and laying his head on his chest.
Will's throat was suddenly dry and he swallowed loudly, brushing a hand up and down his boyfriend's back comfortingly. “I definitely remember that.” His voice came out unsteady and Mike punched his middle lightly.
“Not until I reminded you. Best sex of my life but apparently just another Tuesday for Mr. Player over here.” Will scoffed, eyes already falling at the warm, safe embrace.
“No, that was… it was amazing. You are so incredible, Mike. I think about that all the time. Just normally not when I’m not trying to get off.” Mike laughed and looked up at him, kissing his jaw and then yawning loudly.
“Jesus, it’s been a long day. I didn’t even realize how tired I was.”
“Mm, and I haven’t really been sleeping. I’m exhausted.” Mike’s puppy eyes made a reappearance.
“Why haven’t you been sleeping?”
Will shrugged, eyes fully closed now. “I can never sleep. Not since that night. Not unless I’m with you,” Will admitted, and Mike’s heart broke faintly inside his chest.
“I love you, Will. Sleep well.”
“Love you, Mike. Sweet dreams.”
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Will came back to consciousness with a warm, satisfied feeling swirling his stomach and head pleasantly fuzzy. Light flooded into the room from the partly open curtain they hadn’t closed last night, bathing the room in warm light. He rubbed at his eyes and craned his neck to look at the clock on the bedside. It was covered somewhat by his over-shirt, but he could tell it was already nine something. He hadn’t slept this well since the last time Mike had his arms around him. It felt amazing, he wanted to turn to see if Mike was awake before he felt the arm around him tighten, his boyfriends body sliding in behind him, leaving no room between them.
“Morning, birthday boy.” Mike’s voice was rough with sleep and Will smiled brightly.
“Good morning. Thank you,” Will replied politely, happy as could be as he felt a kiss pressed into the back of his neck. He shivered in pleasure as Mike sat up behind him, Will rolling onto his back to look at the taller. Mike’s hair was sticking up in every direction, his bleary eyes crusted with sleep, and so incredibly endearing. Will was sure he wasn’t much better as he tried quickly to smooth his own hair down.
Mike smiled sweetly and dropped to kiss his lips.
“What time is it?”
“After nine. We slept in a bit,” Will yawned as Mike got up from the bed, stretching leisurely and Will’s eyes locked on where his shirt rose over his belly. They both made their way to the bathroom to brush their teeth and wash up a bit. When they returned back Will wasted no time flinging himself back onto the bed.
“Okay, so here's the deal,” Mike began, turning toward his sound system and placing a mix-tape Will had made for him into the machine. “I was supposed to wake up first. So I’m gonna play you some music as you chill out in here, and you’ll have to pretend to be surprised when I bring you breakfast in bed in a couple minutes, yeah?” Will smirked, Mike hadn’t brushed or even ran a hand through his hair, so it still stuck up at odd angles. He looked his mess of a best friend up and down.
“I’m not really hungry for… food.” Mike turned to him, scratching over his chest as he took in Will’s words and lidded eyes.
“Oh…” Mike licked his lips, watching as Will’s eyes followed the movement. “You mean like…?”
“Your dads at work right?” Mike nodded, heart pumping stronger than a second ago as Will bit his lip. “So, we’re alone?” He nodded again, walking back over to the bed without breaking eye contact, stopping at the foot of it.
“Would you wanna, maybe… do something together before breakfast? Work up an appetite.” Mike nodded once more, swallowing a rather excessive amount of accumulated saliva.
“Yeah, maybe. What were you thinking?” He asked as casually as he could, already feeling his head start to lose blood. Jeez, the things this boy did to him.
Will swallowed, shrugging nonchalantly. “What I offered last night still stands… if you want.” Mike’s eyes darted away to try and recall. Oh.
“Hey, it’s your birthday. Dealer's choice.”
“Okay. Get over here then.” Mike’s feet moved immediately without any input from his brain, closing the small distance between them. He laid down facing Will, watching him watch him as he slowly pressed their mouths together without preamble. Will groaned softly into his lips, hands finding Mike’s face and quickly deepening the kiss, stomach alight with desire. Mike wasted no time licking into Will’s mouth when he’d felt the man lick across his lips desperately.
He sucked Will’s tongue, licked the roof of his mouth a couple times before his hands found Will’s sides and rolled onto his back, pulling the boy over top of him.
They parted with a loud smack and Will made his way down his boyfriend's neck, littering him with kisses and bites. Mike hummed low in his throat as Will’s hands tightened gently in his hair and Mike pulled Will’s shirt up his back, touching every bit of exposed skin.
Will broke away swiftly, pulling his shirt over his head, tossing it away smoothly and tugging Mike’s up, wanting it off as he sat on his heels between Mike’s knobby knees. Mike sat up, allowing Will to yank his shirt off to join the other at the edge of the bed. His hands ran down Will’s chest and stomach, admiring his sturdy build, never getting used to how much bigger the man was as an adult compared to the scrawny kid he knew for the majority of their lives.
Will’s hands tangled in his hair again, tilting his head up to kiss him senseless. Laying himself back over top Mike, he began his journey down his body, detouring to his chest, sucking and licking his nipples. Mike whined, biting his lip in an attempt to stifle the quite frankly embarrassing noises as Will continued down his torso.
He was panting hard when Will placed a kiss against his member over his boxers. Their eyes locked as he licked and sucked at the tip, wetting his boxers and snapping the waistband down on Mike’s skin. “Will,” Mike stuttered out with effort, eyes tracking Will’s hands as they roamed over his thighs, massaging carefully.
“Can I take these off-” Mike was nodding before Will finished his question, lifting his hips as Will slid them down his body. Will grabbed his ankles after he’d tossed the underwear to some unknown location, lifting his legs one at a time and kissing them. Then sliding his hands up to behind his knees and kissing those too. Mike smiled, hand finding his own hardness and stroking slowly.
“That feels really nice. But I definitely think I should be the one doing that today.” Will kissed up his thighs, sucking a hip bone and gently biting. Mike gasped.
“Is it okay if I suck you?” Will’s hand engulfed the one Mike had on his cock and looked up at him patiently.
“If you want to, of course it is.” He pulled his hand away from himself, letting Will take over and instead rubbing his clean one over Will’s face, thumb swiping across his cheekbone. “And don’t worry, I’ll keep myself from bucking into you.” Will looked up at him, adoration clear across his expression, moving his attention to Mike’s length and whispering- “You’re too good for me.”
Mike shook his head, intending to respond when Will sucked the head of his dick into his warm, wet mouth, hand stoking the rest of the shaft unhurriedly. Mike’s eyes fluttered shut and he sucked in air quickly, lips parted in pleasure. The words died on his tongue as he leaked against Will’s.
Will couldn’t take him very deep; only ever the head, anything more brought Will back to the upside down, fighting for his life every second before something like a disgusting tentacle was forced down his throat, ruining the feeling of swallowing anything bigger than a small bite of food forever. But even so, Mike wasn’t complaining. Well, he obviously hated Venca for what he did and hated how the whole thing traumatized his best friend. But the suction on his cockhead, the kisses and licks up and down the shaft were incredible in their own right.
Mike’s only job was to keep his hips from thrusting into that wet heat, and as any action is, if it kept Will safe, it came easy to him. Plus -and Mike would never admit this aloud- he was competitive. So knowing he was the deepthroating champion in the relationship. Yeah, he liked that a lot. He also liked deepthroating a lot. Hopefully he could do some of that later today.
Mike’s thoughts were brought back to the present when Will crawled out from between his legs and over to his right side. Laying Mike’s cock against his stomach, Will’s hand covered the head softly as he brought his lips to either side of his shaft and ran his mouth up and down him, sucking and licking as he went and Mike’s head dropped to the pillows below, moaning Will’s name like a prayer.
He rested a hand on Will’s back as he continued, taking his balls into his mouth sporadically and groaning, knowing the vibration was something Mike loved.
Mike’s heart was pounding as he lay there, not wanting this to end but knowing his limits. With a ton of effort, he sat up on his elbows and without moving his lower body, used his long arms to open the side table, searching around blind for a minute before finding the object of interest and settling back down.
“Finger me, Will,” He moaned, “Ah, want you to fuck me. Please!” Will turned to look at him, still mouthing at his cock and Mike held out the lube he’d grabbed. One last kiss was pressed to his tip and then Will was taking the small bottle in hand.
“You sure?” Will asked, because no matter how many times Mike has begged for it, Will asks if he’s sure twice as many. Mike can’t bring himself to feel bothered by it, it brings him comfort to know Will truly only wants what Mike will offer enthusiastically. He is so lucky he has Will. So lucky that Will loved him back and actually wanted to touch him as well. It was the best feeling in the world.
“I love you, Will,” He whispered, running a hand through Will’s hair as the other boy settled between his thighs again. He suddenly remembered the question when Will was still for a beat. “Yes, I’m sure. Please. I want you so bad.”
“I love you too, Mike,” He responded, “Tell me if anything hurts.”
Mike nodded. “I will.”
With that, Will got to work, slicking up a finger and puffing out hot breaths over it to warm it up before pressing it against Mike. Mike watched tenderly as Will focused hard at the task at hand, opening him up so carefully and gently and lovingly, looking up into Mike’s eyes occasionally to be sure he wasn’t doing anything his boyfriend didn’t like or that caused pain. Mike whined low in his throat and thrashed over the bed at how good it already felt.
He stretched out quickly, having fingered himself before everyone had come over yesterday, so he was a little more pliant than when they did it after weeks of no action at all. His moans raised slightly in pitch as Will thrust three long fingers, purposefully rubbing his prostate on each dive in and Mike was falling apart. He needed Will, now.
“Fuck me, please. I’m ready,” He panted, trying successfully to pull Will up by his shoulders. He kissed him hard, wrapping his legs around Will’s hips as their members ground together. “Fuck, get these off,” Mike whispered harshly, gently slapping Will’s boxer covered ass.
“Oh shit, sorry.” Mike rolled his eyes, laughing as Will untangled himself from his boyfriends gangly limbs to stand and shuck his last layer off quickly. Will grabbed a pillow as he climbed back on the bed, motioning for Mike to raise his hips. Which he did immediately, the pillow finding home under the small of his back and ass.
“Do you have a condom nearby?” Will asked before he laid himself fully back down.
“I mean, I do, but -I kinda wanna feel you cum inside me.” Mike looked away and Will’s lips parted and his eyes drooped further. “I mean, we have time for a shower after, so you can forgo it if you want.”
Mike’s face was hot and Will stared. He blinked a couple times and seemed to come back to himself.
“Yeah, I mean if you want to, I’m certainly not saying no.” Mike chuckled.
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re not,” He smiled, spreading his legs more as Will moved between them. “Go on then, birthday boy. Fuck me.”
Will nodded, stroking Mike’s cock and thumbing a nipple. “Okay, you sure?”
“Yes, Will. Wanna feel full with your big cock,” he moaned.
Said cock jumped at Mike’s words and Will spit into his palm to stroke Mike more until the man was pushing his hands away. “Will, please,” he whined, not wanting this to end so fast.
“Sorry.”
Will leaned over to grab the lube by Mike’s side, kissing his lips warmly before slicking his own hardness, gasping as he touches himself for the first time since they started. He looked up at Mike who nodded back, brows scrunched and hips rocking softly against nothing.
Will lined himself up and pushed in slowly, but it still knocked the wind from Mike’s lungs. His arms came around to hold onto Will's broad shoulders, fingers digging into the skin as Will moved in inch by inch. Will's stomach jumped as he bottomed out, trying desperately to keep himself from driving into Mike’s perfect tight heat before he had time to adjust.
Every time they did this it seemed to get better, and Will had to bite down on Mike’s neck to ground himself as his arms did their best to keep his weight light and not crush the man beneath him.
They waited together, and Mike was feeling split open in the best way. He cupped Will’s face, kissing him softly. Will wandered from his lips, kissing at Mike’s cheeks, his nose, his eyelids, and forehead. Each kiss was an I love you, Mike knew, and he glowed with a possessive sort of satisfaction at getting to have Will like this. They are each other's firsts, and it appeased something ugly in Mike to know that no one has ever seen Will this way. That no one else had ever felt his thick cock inside their bodies. Only Mike. And that Will was the only one to ever have Mike, it made him light up with lust.
“Move, Will. I'm ready,” he whispered, meeting Will’s gaze. Will took him in for only a few seconds before he began to withdraw, snapping his hips shallowly at first, then deeper as Mike moaned loudly. “Yes, oh my god! You're so big...! Faster Will, please.”
Will obliged, rolling his hips at different heights and depths to try and find Mike’s prostate. He knows he found it when his boyfriends head jerked back, throat stretched out as pretty as the noises that came from it. He kept the angle and started to pick up speed, moaning as Mike would tighten around him intermittently.
The sounds of their skin clapping and the slick noises from the lube had Will dangerously close already. He spit in his palm again, stroking Mike, hoping they would crest the edge together. Mike’s hands found Will’s chest and he pushed weakly, a couple tears rolling down his cheeks. He wiped them away as he tried to gather his voice from whines to words.
“Hang on, Will.” Will’s eyes raised from where he’d been watching his hand on Mike and he stilled immediately. “Hold on.” Mike wiped sweat from Will’s upper lip.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to pull out-?” Mike shook his head.
“Can I ride you?”
Will blinked, processing that Mike wasn’t hurt, that something wasn’t wrong and then processing his words.
“Oh, yeah… You want to?” Mike nodded, pushing Will onto his back.
“You’ve done all the work so far, and it’s your birthday. At least let me finish us off.” Mike climbed over Will's torso, straddling him and leaning down for a kiss. Will smiled into his lips.
“Ride away, honey.”
Mike kissed him again before reaching behind himself to wrap a hand around Will, lining them up and sinking down quickly with a sigh. He braced his other hand on Will’s chest, eyes closed as he worked himself down Will’s length until he was sitting fully on his lap. Mike rode him often, usually the only time they got alone was in Mike’s car, stuffed in the back seat and the best position where they both fit was Mike sitting on Will. However, they’d never done this position in a bed, and the realization that this was something new had Mike’s head spinning.
Will’s hands found themselves on Mike’s hip and face, stroking both softly. “Jesus, Mike. You’re so beautiful.” The taller mans eyes opened to find Will’s loving eyes already locked with his own. Mike took the hand on his face in his, lacing their fingers and kissing his knuckles as he began rising and falling gently.
“Oh, fuck! ...that feels so good. Mhmm... does it feel good for you too?” Mike asked, grinding back on him as Will pressed against his prostate perfectly.
“Fuck yes, honey. You’re so tight,” He moaned, using the hand on Mike’s hip to help his movements. “Always feel so perfect. Always so pretty.” Mike moaned loudly, rocking faster. “So incredible… you’re so perfect, Mike. Always so perfect and beautiful. Such a fucking good boy.”
Will knew he was babbling, but Mike looked so hot bouncing on his dick and moaning loudly, and Never Tear us Apart by INXS was playing in the background, and everything was so perfect. Mike was perfect. Will could feel himself approaching the edge again when Mike leaned over, bracing both hands on his shoulders and kissing him to try and silence his loud whiny moans. Will knew he was self-conscious about how loud he could get, but it just made Will even harder, if that was even possible.
Will’s feet planted themselves on the bed as he brought his knees up and his hands to Mike’s hips, pumping up into Mike on the other boy’s downward motions. Mike cried out into his mouth loudly and Will took his erection back into his hand, setting a rapid pace.
Will heard the song come to an end as he lost himself in the motion of kissing and fucking up into Mike.
Neither of them heard the doorknob turning.
“Time to get up, idiot. We need to-” Mike and Will's faces separated as they whipped their heads to the door as it opened in slow motion, revealing Dustin and Lucas’ bored faces. “-Holy fucking shit!” Dustin screamed, a second later the door slammed shut loudly. Mike scrambled off of Will, falling to the floor and searching for something to cover himself with. Will froze in the middle of the bed, erection flagging and face burning a dark red.
“Shit shit shit!” He heard Mike yell, looking over as Mike pulled a used pair of underwear over his hips. “Shiiit, shit!” Mike shut off the music and froze, turning towards Will in just pants. Will looked back, taking in Mike’s wide eyes and shocked expression.
“Holy shit,” Mike muttered, unseeing eyes glazing through Will as he laughed, sharp and sudden. Will flinched at the sound, standing carefully, walking slowly, and methodically dressing in clean clothes from Mike’s dresser, unable to keep his own horror from his face. Mike laughed harder, covering his face with sweaty hands and Will shrunk into himself.
Okay, so something about this was funny to Mike, that or he was just in shock, but Will could feel his blood running cold as it fully dawned on him what had just happened. Dustin and Lucas. Their best friends. Who didn’t know anything about his and Mike’s romantic relationship. Had just walked in on them while they were having sex.
Could it realistically get any worse? ‘It could have been Mike’s dad,’ Will’s brain supplies unhelpfully and he all but collapses down on the edge of the bed, arms coming to wrap around himself, shoulders hunched as if trying to make himself as physically small as he feels.
“Oh my god…well,” Mike starts, humor lining his voice. “That’s one way to tell them we're together.” As his words hit Will’s ears they are muffled and quiet, like Mike was speaking into his pillow. And now he can’t pull his eyes away from the floor, can’t think anything besides the fact that they had seen. His best friends, who knew he was… gay. But knowing something and seeing it in practice were two different things.
Are they going to yell at him for corrupting Mike? Will they hate him now that they know what he does to their best friend? Exactly how he touches him, how he treats a boy the way he should be treating a girl. A boy who is not just some random other gay guy that they don’t have to think about outside of Will bringing him to different special occasions.
Mike says something else, but Will catches none of it, his terror at being caught having sex, no, at making love to a man was making the blood roaring in his ears the only thing he could hear. They would be disgusted. Sure they had accepted him when he came out, but they didn’t really think about what that meant; That Will would be intimate with men the way they are with women because of it. That he would pull their straight friend Mike into his sins.
“I’m fine with people being… different. But don’t do it in public, that’s where I cross the line.” His aunt's voice rang in his head, something she had grumbled one day nearly seven years ago to him when a couple of women holding hands had the gall to walk on the street in front of them. “You see son,” His fathers voice joined in, and he was five suddenly, sitting on his old couch as a talk show host violently praised the murder of some gay activist. His father downing another shot as the only light in the room flickered like flames from the TV . “That is what people who think they deserve a medal for defiling their own gender get. Degenerate had it coming for parading that shit around families and other good Americans.” His stomach lurched as he became aware that Mike was looking at him worriedly.
“Will?” He watched Mike’s mouth form the words and instantly his hearing came back with blaring loudness, the sound of the silence around him near deafening. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Mike sat beside him, a comforting hand going to rub his back. Will blinked back tears.
“What’s wrong,” Will repeated incredulously. “They… they saw. They saw you and I being… aren’t you worried?”
Mike frowned. “Worried. About what? It’s just Dustin and Lucas. I mean, I know it’s kinda embarrassing, and it super ruined the moment. And this is definitely not how I wanted them to find out. But what is there to worry about? We’ve talked about telling them before and you didn’t seem to have a problem with it.”
“This is so much different,” Will stressed, wringing his hands together on his lap. “They saw…you were, and… what if they’re disgusted by us?” Will whispered.
Mike chuckled. “I mean, I’m sure they are kinda disgusted, but so would we be if i’d been the other way around.” Will opened his mouth to protest but Mike continued. “I know you mean disgusted with us. But Will, hey look at me.” Mike brought a hand to cover Will’s shaking ones and Will reluctantly looked up. “You know there is nothing wrong with us, being who we are and doing what we do,” Mike states, voice so soft Will felt a tear escape. Mike quickly and gently wiped it away. “I know you know that. And Lucas and Dustin won't hate us for loving each other, but even if they did for some reason, it still doesn’t make it wrong. I love you, more than I’ve ever loved anyone before. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And when two people love each other like we do, it’s pretty normal for sex to happen. Just because we’re both guys doesn’t make it something… dirty, or shameful, or worse than it is for “normal people”.”
Will was silent for a moment, considering Mike’s words.
“Yeah… I-I do know that. I guess it’s just, I’m used to being judged for being gay just for, like, breathing and being alive. Well, even when I was dead they thought it had to do with me being this way.” Mike’s eyes hardened. “But I promised myself when I was little that I’d never be those things that people hated when they talked about queer people. At least the things that I could actually control. I would never talk about it publicly, or ever make anyone uncomfortable by touching in front of others. I thought that if I ever got to love someone like me, it had to be… pure, without lust or filth, to be thought of as… worthy of existing. Of being myself.”
“Oh, Will.”
“I know, I just… we’ve never told anyone. Never held hands or kissed in front of anyone, so those thoughts I had were never really challenged all this time, I didn’t think about them and eventually forgot them altogether. Knowing Dustin and Lucas saw us just now… I guess it just brought back all the feelings and thoughts I had assumed were dealt with by coming out.” Mike nods in understanding and Will rubs his eyes with the back of a hand. “Sorry, I guess I just panicked.”
“Will, don’t apologize. Are you sure you’re okay,” Mike asked “I can go down there and tell them to fuck off.”
“You think they’re still here?”
Mike rolled his eyes. “It’s Lucas and Dustin, of course they’re still here.” Will laughed softly leaning his head against Mike’s shoulder.
“Good point,” Will sighed. “No, let's go talk to them. I’m sure they have some questions.”
Mike mouthed ‘some’ skeptically and Will chuckled, taking Mike’s hand in his own.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Will smiled down at Mike, who was usually taller, but his poor posture always made Will have a couple inches on him when they sat. “It can’t be easy to have all those old shitty feelings come back up. And just after we were having such a nice time too.”
Will blushed. “Yeah, no I’m alright now. Just a little anxiety attack I think. But, now that it's over, I mean. We were going to have to tell them anyway. Just sucks, mostly for them that they had to see that.” Mike rolled his eyes.
“They’ve seen worse. And I mean, I walked in on Max and Lucas with their hands down each other's pants before. So this is just payback for me.”
Will’s brows rose as Mike shrugged. “You did?”
“Hey, they are in love. I get it. But seriously, a room inside the library? Animals! At least we had the decency to do it in my room, in my own fucking house.” They both laughed as they made their way to the door, hesitating for a second before Will pushed it open. The landing and staircase were clear, so he and Mike made their way to the basement. Will dropped Mike’s hand on the way, but gave him a small reassuring smile back.
“Shit,” Mike muttered as Dustin, Lucas, and Max stared back at them from the living room couch. “Of fucking course Max is here too.” Will felt himself start to sweat, breath becoming shallow.
The room was silent for a moment before Max cleared her throat.
“Happy birthday, Will,” She said brightly.
“Thanks, thank you. So, how-how are you guys?”
The couch seemed to breathe in unison, meeting eyes and shrugging casually. Dustin’s lips were slightly pursed as he spoke. “Doing just fine… and you?” His voice was higher than normal.
“Uhh, yeah. Doing… well,” Will responded, hands shaking, looking bravely at Lucas and Max. “And you two?”
“Oh uh,” Lucas began, nodding his head repeatedly. “Yeah, we're, you know, yeah, we're good… too.” Max rolled her eyes, arms crossed, trying to suppress a smirk. The room went quiet again as Will nodded but didn’t respond.
“Jesus fucking christ,” Mike breathed, gesturing to the couch. “Just fucking ask your questions. We know at least you two saw us.” Dustin and Lucas shared a look, communicating with eyebrow movements and widening eyes, then turned back to look at the pair.
“Soo, you didn’t want me to drive you home last night because you didn’t leave, right?” Dustin asked carefully. Will winced.
“Yeah. Sorry for lying to you.” Dustin nodded.
“Right, no that’s okay,” Dustin reassured quickly. “So did something, uh, happen last night?” Will’s brows pinched in confusion so he continued. “I don’t know, something to like, make you guys become, uh, very close and-and maybe it wasn’t something that was, I don’t know, like planned but-”
“How long have you guys been fucking?” Max interjected, quieting Dustin’s rambles. “I think that’s what he’s trying to ask.”
“No, actually I’m trying to ask what caused this. I think we would know if they were,” Dustin rolled his wrists around quickly, gesticulating fiercely. “-being like that with each other, before today, right?”
Max scoffed. “Are you insinuating that that was their first time “being like that” as you put it?”
“Yes, Max, I am asking that. Is that okay with you?”
“It’s fine, just didn’t realize you were so naive.”
“Naive!? It’s just a question, why would I assume they’ve done that before?”
“Um, maybe because from what you two described Mike was riding Will, and you don’t really do that as a first timer.” Dustin’s cheeks heated as Will’s paled.
“We don’t know if they were… connected like that.”
Max’s brows raised to her hairline. “So you think those wet slapping noises I could hear all the way from the stairs were just-”
“Guys! Please,” Will shouted, voice cracking. “Can we not argue about semantics right now? Just ask clear questions so we can move on from this mortifying topic.”
“How long has,” Lucas spoke up, waving between the pair. “This been going on?”
Will looked down and Mike responded. “Fourteen months.”
The reactions on the couch varied drastically, from a smug sort of smile tugging Max’s lips, to the disbelief marring Dustin’s face, and Lucas just seemed confused.
“You’re joking, right?” Dustin asked. Lucas slapped a hand hard over his chest.
“Shut up, Dustin. And what exactly have you guys been doing for, apparently, the past year and some change?”
“I think you just saw what they’ve been up to-”
“Max, please. I mean, what, are you two… dating or, just like-?” Will’s burning face was covered in a large hand, so Mike responded again.
“Yeah, we are. We’re dating.” Mike wanted to take Will’s hand, or offer some other kind of physical comfort but he was afraid that would make it worse.
Dustin’s mouth was wide in shock as Lucas seemed deep in contemplation. Max was wiggling her brows at Mike, who glared back at her.
“Holy shit,” Dustin whispered to himself, realizing that Mike was being truthful and looking to his fellow friends on the couch beside him. “Did you guys know about this?” Lucas gave him an exasperated look.
“No. Of course we didn’t.”
“Then why does Max look like that?” Dustin asked. Max gave him a questioning look.
“I mean, of course I didn’t know for sure, but I can read between the lines.”
“What lines!?”
“Yeah, Max,” Lucas rounded on her. “What ‘lines’ exactly have they been writing that you can read between so easily?” Max laughed and casually shrugged.
“Well like I said, I didn’t know for sure. But two people can only share so many adoring looks and not be in love… of course there were other signs, but I like Will and he looks like he’d rather be Vecna-ed right now then listen to me say them all. So I’ll end with that.” Will gave her a small smile.
“IN LOVE?!” Dustin screeched, and though he had to cover his ears, Lucas seemed to be on the same page, their eyes darting between Will and Mike.
“Okay that’s it,” Will sighed. He crossed the small space, tangling his hand in Mike’s, even as he shook with nerves. “No more questions until I’m done speaking.” Dustin opened his mouth to respond and Mike scowled at him harshly, silencing him before he could break the rules Will had just established. Will continued, “Mike and I got together fourteen months ago. Right after I’d gotten my powers and everything went to shit, before we killed Vecna. It wasn’t great timing but we didn’t plan it, it just kinda happened. We wanted to tell you guys right away, but it was so new and delicate and I was afraid of how things might change. So I kinda came out as gay back then to deal with the guilt I had for keeping this from you all. And to kind of see what the reaction might be like when we revealed we’re together. It was just… hard for us to want to break it to everyone after things had finally started to go back to normal again, so we kept it a secret. We kept saying that we’d tell you guys when the time was right, but I guess we kinda liked it being just ours, so we waited. So, I’m really sorry about this, about us, but I’ve never regretted it for a second. So yeah, I’m in love with Mike.” Mike squeezed his hand. “So uh, yeah… any questions?”
Dustin and Lucas’ faces were now carefully blank as they took in Will’s confession. Max smiled at them.
“Will, don’t feel like you had an obligation to let anyone know about your relationship before you were ready. You deserve privacy, and I’m really proud of you for doing what you felt you had to.” Lucas looked at her and nodded. Max continued, “I wish I could say you never had to be scared about what others would think, but I’m not an idiot. I hate that something that makes you so happy could ruin your life, it’s fucking stupid. But I’m glad you two have each other. Even if I think you could definitely do better than Mike Wheeler.” Dustin snorted and Mike’s face contorted in annoyance.
“Fuck you, Max! I’m in love with him too. I would literally do anything for him, and you’re just jealous that we're the best couple in the party now,” Mike said, looking back at Will with warm eyes. “He is too good for me, though. I know that. Thanks for wanting me anyway.” He stepped up close to Will, their clasped hands separating for Mike to wind his arms around his boyfriends waist.
“Mike, come on. I am not too good for you, that's ridiculous. I’ll always want you. You're my whole world. I love you so much-”
“Okay, jeez, we get it,” Dustin piped up. “You guys are in fact in love, now cut it out before I start feeling even worse about being long distance with my girlfriend right now.” Will stepped away from Mike, much to Mike’s dismay. Will muttered a ‘sorry’ to Dustin and Mike was giving the shorter man his best pleading eyes.
“Holy shit, Mike,” Lucas grumbled, finally understanding what Max meant by ‘shared looks’. “Okay, I have a question.” Mike pulling his eyes away from his boyfriend reluctantly to give Lucas a ‘go the fuck on’ look. Lucas pulled a face at him. “I guess I just need to put things in order. Like, when did you guys start having feelings for each other? It couldn’t have just started a year ago, you’ve been friends since forever. When did that change? Surely I would have seen some signs, right?”
Max scoffed. “You didn’t even see the signs when they were dating and in love. You think you would have picked up on the crushes they were desperately hiding?” Lucas blinked.
“Point taken,” He muttered.
Mike laughed. “Hey, if us being together for a while blew your mind. I’m convinced giving you information on how long we’ve been crushing would destroy your reality.”
Dustin narrowed his eyes. “Tell me. How long have you two been hot for each other?”
Lucas screwed up his face, mouthing hot at Dustin in judgment. Mike responded immediately. “A little before Will went missing.” Will’s back straightened so fast it popped loudly.
“Wait, what?” Will asked, and Mike smiled at him unapologetically. “You’ve never told me that. I thought you started having feelings when I left for California?”
“Well, I guess that’s when I realized what the feelings meant. But looking back, you’ve always been the most important person in my life.” Lucas and Dustin sputtered, clearly offended. Mike ignored them. “When I was a kid, I just thought that we were super special best friends or something. But when you moved I was able to recontextualize the feelings I’d always had, and realized I’d been hot for you since middle school.” Will’s cheeks warmed and Mike laughed at his own wording.
“Shut up,” Will hissed lightly, pushing Mike with a fist against his chest. Mike winked at him.
“Wow Will, you must be rubbing off on him; That was a big word, buddy.” Mike sneered at Dustin. He was the writer of the group, not Will, and he was about to say as much when Max began giggling.
“You already knew they were rubbing off on each other, Dusty-buns. You saw it first hand.” The four of them groaned, Lucas and Dustin standing and leaving Max alone on the couch, cackling at her own joke.
Lucas threw up his hands in defeat when they all gave him questioning looks. Suddenly (and probably mostly trying to change the subject) Lucas wrapped Will in a hug, tugging Mike’s sleeve to bring him in to join. Dustin came up behind them, arms stretched out to hold both Mike and Will. They separated after a short minute, when Max had finally gone silent.
“You know we aren’t judging you guys, right?” Lucas asked, resting a supportive hand on Will’s shoulder. “I mean, I was shocked as hell. But if you guys are happy, that’s all I care about. I’ll probably still have some questions though.”
“Yeah, same,” Dustin added. “It’s not like you two haven’t always been attached at the hip. I doubt anything's really even going to change.”
“Thanks guys. And sorry for the-” Will fidgeted uncomfortably. “… abrupt revelation.”
Mike tilted his head. “Well, I mean you guys are the ones that busted into my room. My fucking house for that matter.”
“How were we supposed to know you were getting it on with Will in there?” Lucas moaned.
“Not the point. How did you guys get into my house anyway?”
“Your dad always leaves the door unlocked after he leaves for work,” Dustin stated simply. Mike and Will shared a disbelieving look.
“And how exactly do you know that?” Will asked.
“Doesn’t matter. Anyway, we came over for a reason. Mike, we need to talk. Alone. Oh, also happy birthday, Will.”
“Uh, thanks.” Will bit his lower lip, watching as Max walked up to the group.
“Wait, tell me one thing,” she demanded, leaning against the wall.
“What do you want now?” Mike asked, already annoyed.
“Jeez Wheeler, pissy much.”
Will gave Mike one of his famous ‘be civil’ looks and Mike sighed.
“What lube do you guys use? I been thinking about getting some, and Lucas thinks it would be-”
“Max! Not cool!” Lucas shouted.
“What? It’s a fair question. I mean, anal sex is undoubtedly the easiest to get hurt doing. And well, I’ve noticed Mike limping a few times in the past couple months. Now my suspicions are confirmed, but I need to confirm something else. I know Will wouldn’t ever purposely hurt Mike, so they probably haven’t been getting the right kind-”
“You don’t give a shit what lube we use,” Mike accused. “You just wanted to brag about your pervy little observations. And you’re right, Will never hurts me. He’d spend half the fucking day prepping me if it was just up to him. But he’s also goddamn huge, so yeah it sometimes stings a bit afterwards. Something I’m sure you can’t relate to.” Will smacked at Mike’s arm, face flaming red, trying his best not to make eye contact with anyone.
“Max is insinuating we don't know what we're doing! I'm just sticking up for us. ”
“Oh my god,” Lucas whispered, shaking his head as if coming back to his senses and abruptly smacking Mike’s other arm. “And what the hell dude, super uncalled for.”
“Well maybe if your girlfriend wasn’t such a menace I wouldn’t have dragged you into this, but that’s not the world we live in.”
“Yeah, and it’s also not even accurate,” Max flipped her head to throw some hair over her shoulder. “By the way-”
“Max,” Dustin whined. “I beg you not to finish that sentence unless it ends with ‘we should quickly change the subject’.” His face seemed almost greenish amongst the pallor.
“I agree with that.” Will looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole.
Mike gasped quietly, eyes finding Will’s humiliated shape. “Will, I’m an idiot,” he commented miserably. “I shouldn’t have said any of that. I wasn’t thinking about what you said earlier, I’m so sorry.” Mike’s big brown eyes looking so earnest and apologetic prompted a small humored exhale from Will.
“You are an idiot,” He said fondly, stroking a hand over Mike's pitiful face briefly. “It’s fine, Mike. I don’t want you to censor yourself. It’s your relationship too. Just, maybe limit the ah- the size talk a bit.”
Mike was nodding, brows still pinched together as Will tried soothing him by stepping closer and bumping their shoulders together. When that doesn’t seem to work, Will gives him a teasing smile. “Mike, honey. It’s okay, I promise. I’m not upset. It’s just… embarrassing.”
“I’m sorry-” Mike starts again, Dustin swiftly talking over him at a much louder volume.
“Embarrassing? He said you were kind and huge. What’s embarrassing about any of that? I’m kinda jealous, to be honest. Suzie has never bragged to anyone about how big I am…” His words petered off towards the end.
“Shocker,” Max blurted, now on the receiving end of a serious Dustin death glare. “Sorry,” she acquiesced quickly. Mike was still looking at Will, and Lucas rolled his eyes.
“Jesus, Mike. What? Do you need him to punish you or something? He said it was fine.” Mike blushed a brilliant shade of red. Max choked.
“Are you guys ever actually going to explain the reason why you’re fucking here, or are you just here to be annoying?” Mike bit out harshly.
“Holy shit, this is an amazing day,” she muttered.
“Oh yeah, stop being gross and I can explain,” Dustin said. Mike grumbled a quiet ‘jealous’ under his breath, but Dustin didn’t seem to hear. “We came over to plan a little thing for Will. We were going to get you and head to his house with the balloons and shit I have in the car. It was supposed to be a surprise. But fuck it, Lucas, Max, let’s go get everything, and Will! Pretend to be surprised, okay?” Will saluted and stepped closer to Mike unconsciously. The three exited, leaving the boyfriends alone.
Mike immediately wrapped his arms around Will’s waist, pulling him in close and dropping his head on a buff shoulder. “I really am sorry for embarrassing you. I never want to make you feel bad, ever.”
Will’s hands came up to rub his back. “I mean, it was embarrassing.” Mike groaned. “Buut… it was also a little flattering.” Will’s voice was low and hesitant. Mike picked his head up to see his boyfriend's face.
“Really?”
Will blushed prettily. “I mean, it never hurts to hear that you… enjoy me. And it’s not as if our friends have ever been tight lipped on their own sexual proclivities. Like, remember when Dustin had his first time and wouldn’t stop giving you and me advice about how to ‘please a woman’.”
Mike rolled his eyes, “Jesus, that was awful. He thought we were both virgins, when the day before I had sucked you off so hard I couldn’t speak properly for a couple hours. It was so hard not to tell him that if he thought pussy was good, the existence of his prostate would change his life.” Will choked out a surprised laugh, and Mike’s eyes fluttered down to watch his bunny teeth disappear behind pink lips again. “So,” Mike said, “You really don’t mind if I brag about you to our friends?”
Will blinked, thoughtful for a quiet moment. “I guess if I want to become someone who isn’t ashamed of who I am, I need to do the things I fear the most. I have to let myself live just as I am, like other people can. I have to stop other-ing myself… And, deep down, I want the people closest to us to know how much you and I love each other. I want them to have to listen to the gory details that they get to tell us without blinking. Hell, I want to scream it from the rooftops that Michael Wheeler likes having gay sex with me! And it’s hot and loving and better than I had ever thought possible!” Will was laughing and Mike smiled, satisfied.
“I want that too. And if people can’t handle it, that's on them. We should be allowed to love each other out loud, like all of our friends get to. I never want you to feel ashamed about the things we do together. I know I don’t.”
“It might take me some practice, but I’m willing to put in the work.” Will’s voice was low and teasing, and Mike couldn’t hold himself back from leaning in and kissing him gently. Will smiled against his lips, hands traveling down to his lower back before tilting his head, pressing in closer and deepening the kiss. They moved with each other, open mouthed and wet as they poured out all of the anxiety from the last hour into something comforting and warm just between the two of them.
Will’s tongue had just brushed Mike’s when the others came stumbling back into the house, breaking them from the kiss as they continued to hold onto each other.
Their arms were filled with a colorful assortment of birthday bits and bobs; balloons, party hats, streamers, paper confetti, a couple gift bags, and a homemade cake with yellow writing on chocolate frosting. Will’s eyes widened.
“Guys, you didn’t have to go to all this trouble.”
Dustin narrowed his eyes. “Shut it, buddy. We love you. It wasn’t any trouble.”
“Yeah,” Max began, “If you think we're letting Wheeler have the monopoly on loving you through actions, you’re dead wrong.” Mike smiled at them and kissed Will’s cheek. They all moved to the kitchen as the team unloaded the supplies, getting to work decorating the house as Max called their friends, letting them know about the change of location.
Will found Mike in the basement a half hour later, tying balloons to the banisters and spreading confetti on every square inch. Will cringed at how long the clean up will take, but moved his mind quickly when Mike turned around and noticed him watching.
“You excited for the party?” He asked, tying two balloons to a table leg. Will nodded, coming up to stand closer.
“It'll be fun. Even though we kinda just had a party yesterday.”
Mike agreed, throwing his arms over Will’s shoulders and kissing his forehead. “It will be better because we get to celebrate you. And you will let us, no weaseling yourself out of it this year.” Will hummed.
“Yeah, not really possible now that I’m already here.” Will’s lips traced down Mike’s neck and his warm hands clutched at his slim hips solidly. Mike’s eyes closed as he tilted his head to the side, allowing Will to suck into the skin behind his ear, hands grasping strong shoulders as his fingers dug into the light fabric. “Will,” Mike breathed.
“Or, we could skip out for a little bit, head back to my place. I’m sure my family’s already left. We could finish what we started earlier.” Mike sighed, pulling away from the mouth on his neck with tremendous effort to lunge into Will harshly, kissing him. They both moaned as the kiss became desperate, tongues dancing, hands roaming and feet shuffling back until they fell to the couch, Mike quickly sitting himself on Will without ever breaking the kiss.
They continued for several long minutes, tasting and groping and moaning when Mike’s brain finally caught up to the situation. He pulled away reluctantly a few times, each time going back in for a sweet press of lips before settling back for good. Will looked up at him with lidded eyes, and Mike almost forgot what he was about to say. He cleared his throat.
“I'm not letting you leave this party. It’s for you, Will. I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself.”
“Not as much as I enjoy being alone with you.” Mike blushed and smiled shyly. He had a really good argument against them leaving, but Will also had a really good point. Maybe an hour being missing would be fine. I mean, they’d come back at some point, right? So it wasn’t a big deal. Mike had just about convinced himself to run away with Will out the basement door -and he couldn’t drive them because his keys were upstairs but he had bikes out back. The plan was interrupted when Max came clomping down the stairs loudly, calling out to them to be decent before she could gaze upon them.
Mike huffed and stood, while Will stayed sitting on the couch behind him.
She appeared midway down the stairs, eyes shielded for a moment before looking them over. “So, Mike,” She began mischievously, lips quirked in a funny looking sort of squiggled line. “Or should I call you honey? You’re like, the total opposite of anything sweet, but it’s still kinda cute.”
“What’s up, Max,” Will asked before Mike could respond with something incredibly rude, standing and fixing his hair with a hand. Mike’s hair was so mused, Will noted with a satisfied smile, brushing it down in a couple places.
“How you two ever hid this is so beyond me. You’re both so whipped.” Mike shrugged and nodded, watching Will smooth his hair. “Anyway, just wanted to warn you that people have started to arrive. Now get your asses up here and greet your party guests. Oh, and if you leave I’ll tell everyone it’s because you both got diarrhea from eating something stupid. So come on.” With that, Max ascended back up to the living room, notably not shutting the door behind her. Mike breathed deeply for a moment, gather his wits before pecking Will’s lips and stepping up a single stair and turning around.
“Your plan was definitely better, but let’s be good for now. We can always sneak off after cake.” Mike wiggled his eyebrows and extended an arm as he slowly started up the stairs, grinning and giving Will time to catch up.
Will laughed and nodded, running up and grabbing his hand. Together they made their way into the exaggeratedly decorated house, and Will feels warm as he smiles and grips Mike's hand harder, not letting go as they face all of those closest to them with newfound confidence.