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Will's POV
The young boy wakes up from his slumber with a big stretch and a yawn. "God what time is it Jonathan?" Silence ensues. "Jonathan?" He's no where to be seen. "God damn it, Nancy's room again?" He says to the cold empty basement of the Wheelers house. The urgency of the situation dawns on him just as the stiff coldness of the room does. "Fuck!" He prances around the room, almost tripping over his jeans putting them on. "Damn bunny ears!" he grunts in frustration while on his third try to tie his shoes. A quick glance in the mirror across the room, shows him its not his best looking day. But oh well. He hobbles up the stairs just as the door swings open with a loud creak. The door comes to a screeching halt as he is met with the most beautiful sight he's ever laid his eyes on.
Michael Wheeler.
Mike's POV
Holy shit. Mike takes in the sight infront of him. Will standing two steps below him, eyes glossy. Lips parted just a teensy bit. He wants to just glide his tongue over his bottom li- anyway. The tan boy swallows deeply and creaks out- "M-my mom just wanted to make sure you two were up... which speaking of, where is Jonathan?" Mike questions, curiousl. "Oh- he already got changed and left earlier, huge project at work or something," Will trails off and puts his hand on his flushed neck. Mike knows he is probably covering for him, because he's in Nancy's room. Their rooms are right next to eachother, they are not slick. He's pulled out of his thoughts, wanting to look at Will one last time, when he looks down and sees Will looking up and down at him. Will pulls his lower lip into his mouth just a fraction of an inch when he makes eye contact with the lower half of his body. 'Holy fuck, did he just check me out? No, im sure he was just seeing if there's a way past you. Yeah thats it, totally,' Will looks back up at Mike and his eyes dart away. 'Shit he know I saw him looking oh my god.' Mike wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole. He's about to mutter an apology when suddenly there's wind in his hair and he's lightly pushed out of the way. Blink! He flutters his eyes open, and Will is nowhere to be seen.
After school
Will's POV
He lightly closes the door behind him. The house is still. Air lightly blowing through the vents. The light hum of the refrigerator. He takes a peek through the curtain to the driveway. No white van in the driveway. "Hey! Is anyone home?" His voice echos through the empty house. No answer. "Yes!" The boy exclaims. He never gets the house to himself in the 3 months that he's been here. Will has had an embarrassing boner ever since 5rd period, when Mike's hand accidently grazed his inner thigh in the hallway. It was the hottest thing he'd ever experienced. He looks down at himself and sighs. 'Gotta take care of that i guess,' He says to himself.
The shower curtain screeches and Will turns the water on. Steam fills the room and clings to any surface it possibly can. Water runs through his short brown hair, down his back. His skin lightly scolding as the boiling hot water runs down his toned body. Every since everything he's gone through, he can't stand the cold. Let alone cold showers. He puts a light palm over his growing erection and let's out a hiss of pleasure. He palms himself and starts at a low pace. A groan lightly tugs at his throat as he rubs his hand over hit slit. Pre-cum dripping onto the shower floor. "fuck" he mutters under his breath. His other hand running through his freshly wet hair. His mind wanders off to other things. The way Mike's hand grazed his groin in the hallway. The way his ass looked as he stumbled down the hallway. A light blush creeping up his tan neck. He wants to run his hair through those dark curly locks and tug every so slightly. He can't imagine the sound that would come out of the other boys mouth. Will is so lost in his thoughts, he didnt even hear the front door opening.
Mike's POV
Mike opens the front door harshly. Not caring about the noise. He sits down and takes off his shoes and bag. "Mom? Dad?" He hears no response. He moves over to the note on the refrigerator. Held up by a cheap Melvads magnet.
"Hi boys! Me, Holly, and Ted are out shopping, and Nancy is out with Robin. We won't be back until around 6. Love you, there's food in the fridge," The note states.
"Oh! Cool, I can read my comics in the living room," He dashes up to his room and grabs an handful of comics. Most of them are about superheros or something magical. He realizes, halfway down the stairs that he hasn't seen Will. 'He's probably in the basement drawing or something,' The tan boy thinks. He sits down with a bowl of dry lucky charms and a coke. Not without of course needing to pee. "Of course.. as soon I sit down." He mutters while waddling to the bathroom.
He turns the corner quickly and opens the door without knocking. There in the shower is Will hunched over, quietly moaning into his hand. His other hand jerking himself off at a pace that is unholy. Will's eyes are squeezed shut and his hips jerk forward rapidly. 'Shit shit shit' Mike's brain is moving at 100 words per minute. He's just about to slowly shut the door when something makes him freeze in place. "M-mike. Oh god Michael," 'He definitely just said my name. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!' Mike thinks to himself. He swiftly shuts the door, just quiet enough to not leave a trace that he was ever here. He tiptoes back to the living room with his heart moving faster than it ever has before. As the adrenaline is wearing off, he realizes his pants just got really tight all of a sudden. 'Its not weird he was getting off, everyone does it but.. the way he whimpered my name...' Mike's thoughts run rampant while he lightly strokes himself through his jeans. He feels a little guilty for walking in on him, then pleasuring himself to what he saw. But the pleasure out weighs the guilt. He knows he won't be able to read his comics like this, so he runs to his room to take care of it. Just as he passes the bathroom, the door swings open. Will stands there, dripping water. Towel wrapped around only his waist, threatening to drop lower. Will dries his hair with a towel, his biceps flexing. 'Oh my god dont stare at his muscles. Dont. Stare.' He says to himself as he continues to stare. Will looks surprised to see Mike. "Oh! sorry i thought you weren't here and was at the squawk or something. Sorry I didnt mean to make you uncomfortable, seeing as im in a towe-" Will isn't allowed to finish the rant spewing out of his mouth, because Mike dashes past him, muttering something close to an apology.
He swiftly shuts the door behind him, taking a deep breath as he stumbles to sit on his bed. While he does feel bad for running away, he was so hard it was getting excruciating. Mike unbuttons his jeans with a quiet pop, and unzips them. He frees himself and precum drips onto the exposed skin of his stomach, his shirt being lazily tossed across the room. His hand wraps around his length, making sloppy inpatient movements up and down. His other hand flies to his mouth to muffle his moans. He moves his hand up to his tip and makes a small circular movement around it. A slur of whimpers leaves his mouth. He imagines if he was standing in the bathroom doorway, and Will let go of his towel. How he looked hunched over in the shower, moaning his name. He uses his other hand to grab and pull at his own hair. Something he found out he loves. He's so close to his release, his movements getting sloppier now. Click! His eyes open, searching for what made the noise. He looks over and sees a glass of water knocked over. He'll have to clean that up later.
Will's POV
He opens the door swiftly, eyes meeting with a disheveled Michael. His breath hitches in throat. Will thought he was alone. He could've sworn he saw Mike staring at his exposed stomach and biceps as he dried his hair on a towel. He feels word vomit coming out of his mouth "Oh! Sorry i thought you weren't here and was at the squawk or something. Sorry I didnt mean to make you uncomfortable, seeing as I'm in a towe-" Suddenly Mike stumbles away with a gust of wind following him. Whispering something sounding close to an apology. 'Shit shit shit i made him uncomfortable I'm the worst person ever. He thinks shamefully. Ever since he came out to his family, he was afraid of this. He knows he has to go apologize. He rushes to get clothed and presentable, making hushed steps up the stairs. He knew if he knocked, he wouldn't get an answer. A habit that Mike has had since he was a kid. Everytime he's angry at someone he won't answer to a knock. Will learned the hard way. He turns the handle and opens the door. A few inches at first to test the waters. Only to be met with the filthiest sight, dirtier than his mind could make up. Mike laying on his bed, rocking his length into his hand. Eyes sewn shut from pleasure. He feels himself getting harder, every thrust Mike makes into his hand. Will can't believe the sight infront of him. He wishes to take a picture in his mind and live in this moment forever. Mike takes a tug at his own hair and his whole body shudders, and he moans loudly. 'Holy shit he just pulled his own hair, that was so hot,' He lets his thoughts wander, until he realizes he could be caught staring at any moment and he shuts the door as quietly as humanly possible. Tiptoeing down to the basement. Letting himself finally breathe as he reaches the last step of the basement stairs. He had just seen Mike jerking himself off, right after seeing Will shirtless and dripping water. Surely that has got to mean something, right? Will doesn't know what to do with himself. He can't go back up there, too scared to meet eye to eye with Mike again. That was the dirtiest thing he's ever seen with his eyes. Other than a few choppy pornos he's stolen from Jonathan's room, he'd never been so up close and personal. That was my Mike. My childhood best friend. He had his hand wrapped around himself pleasuring himsslf because of what i did. He is too tired to get off again, even though he's mostly hard again. He decides on drawing, probably until he falls asleep. He grabs his drawing pad and pencil, sitting down criss cross on his bed. He just let's his mind flow out onto the paper and suddenly he's drawing Mike sprawled out on his bed, palming his dick, pulling his own hair. He hadn't realized he was still thinking about it. The drawing came to life faster than any of drawing he had ever drawn. He finished the drawing and his eye lids felt heavy. He shut the note pad, making sure to put it face down on his nightstand. Letting his eyelids flutter shut. That image still burned into the back of his eyelids. And soon he was drifting off into a dream.
His skin feels like its being burned, while also having frostbite. A loud roar is heard comjng from the eery woods.The back of his neck prickles. He hears the creatures stomps get closer and closer until its infront of him. As he lifts his head, the creature isn't there. A dark voice send a shock down his spine. "Will." Will wakes up with a jolt of electricity down his back. He takes a huge gasp of air, like he'd never breathed before. His hands reach out to touch the wall next to him, his blankets, his own face. Just to make sure he was really there. Safe. His heart is beating out of its chest. Will throws the blankets off himself. The cold basement air pricks at his skin. Hes drenched in sweat while also feeling freezing. He let's his bare feet hit the concrete ground and takes a few steps and catches his breath again. He has a habit of holding his breath when he's in fight or flight mode. He makes his way up the flight of stairs, taking a glance at the clock on the wall. 1AM "Shit" He mutters under his breath.
Will walks up the stairs quietly, trying to hear if anyone's awake. The door lightly screeches as he steps into the well heated. The basement doesnt get anywhere CLOSE to as warm as it does up here. His muscles relax every so slightly to the warmth. He hears the slight hum of the television in the living room, and the loud snore of Mr. Wheeler. He falls asleep watching TV almost every night. The floor shifts under Will's weight. He walks to the kitchen, making sure to be very quiet. His biggest fear is waking someone up, seeing as the Wheelers ever so graciously let him and Jonathan stay there. He grabs a cup from the cabinet and opens the fridge to get the water jug. He shuts the door and there is a figure standing right there. Will makes an embarrassing screeching sound and almost drops the water everywhere. He trips over his feet and the figure catches him. His eyes adjust to the lighting to see Mike. Mike is holding his waist. 'I just fell and Mike caught me this is so embarrassing ,' His thoughts are going haywire as he looks from his eyes to his plump lips in a triangle motion. Mike stays in that postion for about 3 seconds too long and they both realize that. Both of their faces turn beet red, as Mike let's Will balance on his feet and let's go of his waist. Will wants to whimper from the lack of contact. "S-sorry I didnt mean to scare you Will," Mike's face looks so pitiful, Will could kiss him right then and there. "Its fine dont worry about it," It's not fine, he's not fine. "Why are you up? Its almost 2 AM?" Will pauses for a moment and its like Mike read his mind. "Did you have another nightmare?" Mike questions. "Y-yeah but im fine, just a little thirsty," Will even knows what he said was a lie. "You don't look fine, your heart is racing and your face is all pink. You must've been hot and sweating in your nightmare." 'Right, that's why Michael. You idiot.' Will thinks to himself. "Cmon, you can come sleep with me for tonight." 'What?!' Will keeps his poker face but his thoughts go elsewhere. "No its fine i dont want to be a burde-" He's interrupted by Mike pulling his waist and wrapping his arms around him. He's hugging him. Will stays frozen for a heartbeat until melting into the hug. Its been so long since Mike has hugged him like this. They stay like that until it's about 2 seconds too long, this time. Mike apparently realizes too because he immediately pulls away. Mike's face is flushed. Any normal person wouldn't know, because its too dark. But Will knows Mike like the back of his hand. (And vice versa) "Come on, please?" Will needed no more convincing. Mike's begging was enough. "Yeah, okay i guess I could. I just have to make sure I get up before anyone can see me." Mike pouts. "Cmon Mike, you know what your dad would say if he saw us sleeping in the same bed." Ted's voice rings in Will's ears.
"Mike, dont sit like that you look like one of those fags."
Will's face scrunches at the memory. "Okay, fine just please get your water and come with me." Will gives a look that says 'Fine,' he pours his water and looks at Mike. Mike's face is hard to read. A mix of nervousness, sadness, and excitement. "Alright, let's go."
Mike's POV
Mike wants to take Will's hand and drag him up the stairs, but he just let's him follow right behind him. He opens his door and beckons will in. Will looks a little nervous, sitting down on his bed. 'Why does he look like he's never sat on my bed before?' He thinks. "You good Will?" Mike asks in a hushed tone. Will seems to have his words caught in his throat. "Y-yeah im good" he chokes out. "Mkay.." Mike says in a suspicious tone. He walks to his dresser and slowly pulls his shirt over his head. He glances over at Will, only to see a staring face. "Are you sure your okay?" He asks, eliciting a red face and immediate embarrassment from Will. "Yup..!" Will says dryly. Mike pulls a new shirt over his head and gets on the bed knees first. The mattress dips from his weight as he works his way over to the other boy. Mike takes the spot by the wall, while Will is by the nightstand. "If you have a nightmare, just wake me up i dont mind at all to help calm you down," Will turns to face mike letting his back face the room. Will let's a smirk wash over his face and it makes Mike's heart beat just a little faster. "Okay, i guess I will," He steals a glance at Will's lips in the glow of the moon. God he could just kiss him right now. Take what's his. But alas, he cannot. You could practically see a lightbulb go off over Mike's head, he has an idea. He reaches over Will's body, to grab a comic book he just got at the store. Mike did not realize that in this position, he just grinded his groin over the Will's. "mmngh" Will let's out a whimper. He did not know that such sound could come from Will's mouth. Mike has completely forgotten what he was getting in the first place. Just wanting to chase whatever made Will sound like that. "Mike.." Will says, so quiet he almost didnt hear it. "Yeah..?" Mike replies in a gravely voice just as low as his. "Do that again"
Third person POV (Omniscient sorta)
Hearing those words from Will's mouth just made his eyes open for the first time. He takes another roll of his hips against Will. Will let's out another string of broken whimpers. Mike looks down at Will in pure admiration. He puts a finger to Will's chin, making him look up at him. As Will makes eye contact with him, he does another deep roll of his hips. Making Will's face look like he just got slapped with ecstasy. "F-fuck Mike," Hearing HIS NAME come from Will's moaning mouth, made him start a gentle rocking motion against him. Will grabs Mike's wrist and pins him against the mattress. He gets on his knees and straddles Mike's hips. Mike looks up at the boy on top of him, with a sly smirk. Will leans in, about a centimeter from Mike's face. His hands still pinned behind him. Will mutters a single "Fuck", and let's his mouth crash against Mike's. Their tongues chasing eachother and dancing around. Will's lips are just as he expected, soft and perfect. Will snakes a hand up to his dark curly hair and takes an experimental tug. A slur of whimpers leaves his mouth at the pace of a hurricane. "Oh, you like that huh?" Will teases. Mike responds by rolling his hips, under Will. Making both of them squirm. Will takes one hand and pins Mike's hips to the bed. "I'm not moving until you use your words sweetheart" Will has Mike wrapped around his finger, and thats exactly where he wants to be. Mike moves under his restrictions. "P-please," "Please what, darling? Use your words," Mike sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. "Please i need more friction," A giggle escapes Will's mouth. "Good job baby," Will starts at rhythm with his hips, making Mike shudder under him. Both of their rock hard dicks rub together through layers of denim and cloth. Will has never felt anything as good as this. His eyes roll back as he takes another long drag of his hips. "More.. please," Mike whimpers. Will does just as he says, and throws his own shirt off of himself and onto the floor. Doing the same to the submissive one, until they were both in just their boxers. With that, Mike flipped Will on his back. This time Will let Mike be the dominant one. Mike takes way too long to lower himself onto will, and straddle him. Will's hips unconsciously buck upwards, chasing the friction."You look so pretty like this, all needy and wiggling under me." Will knows what he has to do, and he won't beat around the bush. "Mike please i need you." He says with a look of a sad puppy. Mike's head goes foggy at the sound of those words. But his body obliges, rubbing their clothed erections together. Will covers his mouth, muffling his moans. Mike wishes they were home alone and they could be ad loud as they want. Those pretty sounds leaving Will's mouth are heavenly and deserve to be heard. He runs his hand down Will's chest, stopping at the button of his jeans. "This okay baby?" Will frantically nods. Mike swiftly undoes his jeans, and pulls them down Will's long toned legs. Pressing several open mouth kisses right around Will's clothed erection. Will subtly rolls his hips upwards, chasing the sensation of Mike's sloppy mouth all over him. "Please I need more, I need you so badly Michael," Mike throws his shirt across the room, along with his pants. Leaving both boys in just their boxers (not for long). Mike curls his fingers over the waistband of the other boys boxers, and pulls. Will's body jolts at the sudden gust of wind over his most sensitive area. "Ngh.." Mike could listen to that sound for the rest of his life, and die a happy man.
Will's POV
Will wants to stay in this memory forever. Looking down at Mike, eyes glazed with just. Slowly flicking his tongue over Will's pink tip. Precum shooting out onto his exposed stomach. Mike wastes no time and slowly takes Will in his mouth, inch by inch. Mike's mouth is warm and wet, and everything his fist is not. He feels like he's floating out of his body. Mike relaxes his throat and bottoms out, his nose connecting with Will's public bone. Mike slowly lets Will's member slide out of his mouth, Will whimpering from loss of contact. "Don't hold back from going rough on me, I can take it," Mike says, with a flushed face. Will lets out a small nod and his head falls back onto the pillow. Just as Mike presses one more kiss onto Will's glistening tip. Will let's a pornographic, moan let loose. And quickly covers his mouth with his hand. Mike takes Will fully down his throat and starts at a slow pace, bobbing his head up and down. Will takes his other hand and tangles it into the dark curls of the boy beneath him. Taking an experimental tug, with the knowledge of what he saw him doing to himself just a few hours ago. Mike moans, and the vibrations send a shock up Will's spine. Mike speeds up his pace, his hand rubbing what his mouth can't reach. Will's back arches into a loose C while his eyes roll to the back of his head. Will keeps his hand tangled in Mike's hair, keeping his pace at a good rhythm. This seems to egg Mike on, one of his hands snaking under him to grab his ass. They stay at this fast pace, until Will feels a low heat coiling in his lower stomach. "I'm gonna cum Mike, oh god." Mike hollows his cheeks and sucks as hard as he can. For Will, it feels like he's sucking his soul out of his body. Will's off hand goes to muffle his whines and moans, sounding like a crying animal. "F-fuck I'm-" Will finishes at a high hes never felt before. He sees stars behind his eyelids, as he scrunches the bed sheets in his hand. Mike swallows all of him completely, looking happier than he ever has. Taking one last flick of his tongue over Will's sensitive slit. Will tries to come down from this high, never wanting to stop this feeling. "Was that good? I've never done that before.." Mike questions, shyly. "Good? That was the best orgasm I've ever had, Mike." Mike giggles and climbs back up, to connect their lips. Their kiss is soft and slow, Will tasting himself on Mike's tongue. It's addicting, he needs more." Their kiss gets hungry, and their breathing is getting heavier. Mike pulls away to admire Will's flushed face. Lips wet and parted, eyes a light chestnut covered with a glaze of lust. "Will, I.. uh..." Mike looks down at his own erection and Will smirks, realizing he now has full control of Mike's needs. Will flips their position with a swift movement, straddling Mike's hips. Will has an idea as he gets off of Mike, and the bed. Mike's hips unconsciously rolls upwards, missing his touch.
Mike's POV
Will clicks his tongue. "So needy.." He mumbles as he searches through Michael's dresser drawer. He pulls out something Mike can't see, making his heart flutter in excitement. Will straddles him once more, with a sly smirk. Will holds a red and black striped tie that Mike's mother had bought him. The realization of what Will is doing dawning over him. "Im going to tie your hands up above your head, if it gets too much just say stop." Will concedes, while writing the tie around Mikes hands. Binding him to the headpost. "Are you okay with this baby?" He questions. Mike nods frantically. Will could do whatever he wants to Mike, he just needs more. With Mike's hands above his head, Will climbs down him to sit inbetween his parted legs. Will kisses and outline around Mike's clothed erection, making sure to avoid right where he knows he wants him. Mike's whimpers morphs into a smile on Will's sly face. "Use your words, honey." He says carelessly, looking into Mike's glazed eyes. "Please Will, I need to feel your mouth all over me." He whispers breathlessly. With no hesitation, Will presses a hot open mouthed kiss onto his wet tip. He just tastes damp, wet cloth. Mike makes a half muffled whimper sound, trying to conceal his voice. Will hooks his fingers around the other boy's boxer waistband. Pulling them off his legs and onto the floor, in one swift movement. The sudden gust of air making Michael's hips thrash. Will plants his hand on Mike's hips, to hold him on the matress. Making it known he's in charge, and Mike can't be wiggling around. With a large sigh, Mike settles back on the bed. Will grabs his shaft, and kisses from bottom to his tip. Swiping his tongue over his dripping slit. Eliciting a sharp gasp from Mike, aswell as him trying to keep his hips on the bed. Will starts at slow pace with his hand, while making eye contact with the man infront of him. "Tell me how it feels baby" Will says, seductively. "Oh it feels so good Will, oh my god," Mike cooes. That only makes Will's movements on his cock get sloppier. Will continues to jerk him off while taking his tip into his wet mouth. Breathless moans and whines escaping from Mike. "Shit shit shit, Will I'm close. I'm so close," Mike moans. Now Will is going at an unholy pace, knowing hes about to finish. "Cum for me, baby" Hearing those words come from Will, made Mike come to his climax. Will takes Mike's dick into his mouth once more, to swallow all of him. A moan, well more like a shriek comes from Mike. Will's free hand comes up and covers Mike's moaning mouth to remind him they aren't home alone. He swallows all Mike has to give him, and let's Mike come down from his high. Mike's breathing slowly slowed down, and Will's hand dropped from his mouth. After Mike is able to breathe and talk again, he makes eye contact with Will. "You are the prettiest boy ever" Mike seranades Will with compliments, making him blush. Will climbs up, and unties Mike's hands from the headboard. He stretches and pops his fingers, then grabs Will's chin. Their lips meet in a slow, more intimate kiss. A connection of their souls, rather than their bodies.
Their lips pull apart and Will settles his head on Mike's chest. "I'd like to sleep now, im really tired," Will sighs. "Me too," Mike reciprocates, rubbing slow circles on Will's back. They stay like this until both of them fall asleep in eachothers arms, tangled together, in unspoken silence.