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March 22nd, 1988
The blood was still buzzing inn his ears. He knew from the beggining that going to the Rink-O-Mania was a bad idea. A really bad idea. They didn’t have friends like El claimed they had. People actually hated them, bullied them, but that wasn’t new for Will. A new one also wasn’t watching El and Mike being lovey-dovey with each other. He just hadn’t expected to be a third-wheel on his birthday.
Fighting with Mike also wasn’t anything new, even though it hurt the same every single time. What was new was seeing his best friend (or maybe Will should say friend, just friend) being straight up mean to El. Will had never seen them like this. They were the perfect, cute couple, that loved each other to the moon and back. At least, that was how Will had always seen them. Now he couldn’t help but wonder if they really were like that.
The light surrounding them felt too warm to the situation. The situation being eight people in their dining room, eating risotto prepared by Murray. The food was good, yummy actually, but Will felt sick to his stomach. He was almost sure if he took one more bite, he would throw up on the table. It seemed like Mike and El felt the same way. However, Jonathan and Argyle, siting across them were on a completely different team — devouring everything in sight.
He hated how his brother was now. Well ’hate’ was too strong of a word. It just hurt seeing Jonathan, his role model ever since he can remember, being stoned and out of it almost every day. And the smell, God, Will despised that skunky smell. How could their mom not know what he was doing? It was so obvious, yet she looked almost unaware.
“So, Jonathan, this means you’re gonna have to, you know, take charge while I’m gone.” Joyce announced to her oldest child, making his attention snap to her.
“Wait,” he mumbled, mouth full of food. “What? What’s going on?”
What even was this situation? Will rolled his eyes, turning his head slightly down. Maybe Mike was a little bit right when he said Will had been rolling his eyes all day. But everything felt so frustrating. He just wanted to spend time with his best- his friend and it looked nothing like he imagined.
“Your mom’s going to Alaska.” Argyle whispered, leaning to Jon.
“You’re going to Alaska?” his head snapped toward his mom, only to turn back a second later to his friend.
“What’s going on in Alaska?” Jonathan questioned, clearly confused.
“The Britannicas are there.”
“The Britannicas?”
“Jonathan, what is wrong with you?” Joyce’s face scrunched, and Will wanted to scream.
“I think I know what’s wrong with him.” Murray threw in, and this time Will scrunched his nose. He wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t like this guy.
“We just had a super stressful day.” Jonathan tried to defend himself. Maybe he wasn’t as high as Will suspected. It for sure had been worse a few times.
“Stress, huh?” Murray asked.
“This girl got shmacked in the head today at the roller rink.”
After that, Will had stopped listening and moved his attention to his half-full plate. Argyle brought back a memory he wanted to erase from his head. He had witnessed El being picked on too many times to count, yet every single time, he hadn’t help. He had just stood there, watching helplessly. But what was he supposed to do? Will was just a queer boy living in the 80s’, and maybe people here were slightly more tolerant than in Hawkins, but he wasn’t willing to test this theory.
“She didn’t look fine.” Mike’s words pulled Will out of his thoughts, his voice always had that effect on him.
He and El looked at Mike almost in unison. The next thing Will registered was the sound of a fork hitting a plate, chair scraping the floor, his sister storming out of the room, and Joyce calling after her.
“What’s going on, guys?” his mom asked, genuinely concerned.
Will had to admit that was a good question, great even, but he didn’t have an answer. He didn’t know what was going on himself, or why the hell Mike was acting like the biggest jerk on earth. That was not the same boy he knew back home, the sweet and caring-
“I’m gonna go lay down. My head hurts,” he announced a little too loudly, standing a bit too fast. “Thanks for the food, it was great.”
-
Will wasn't sure how much time had passed but it must have been quite a lot, considering the fact that the whole house was surrounded by quiet, and his own was room bathed in yellow light radiating from the small lamp. Somewhere between staring at the ceiling and crying, Will had realized that earlier he wasn't angry. Not really. He was just hurt. Hurt by the fact that it seemed like his best friend wasn't as excited to spend time with him as he was. Hell, not even spend time with him, to Will it looked like Mike wasn't even excited to see him. The way his face dropped when Will reached out to hug him at the airport told him everything he needed to know.
Will felt so stupid. Why did he fall in love with him? He wished he could just travel back in time and stop his younger self from doing so. But that wouldn't change much. He would still be hurting the same way, because he didn't need Mike as a boyfriend today, he just missed his best friend. Well, friend, and maybe that was the correct word after all. They weren't that close anymore, Mike had even forgotten his birthday. And that was what made his chest sting in the most painful way.
It had never happened before. Not even once since the very first time Mike had learned that date. Not counting his family, that boy was always the first one to wish him happy birthday. When whey were younger, he used to write 'birthday poems' for him, but then it just stopped. Maybe their friendship would also just stop one day, like the poems did.
Hot tears formed in his eyes once again, replacing the old, already dried ones. He blinked rapidly to get rid of them, but it was no use. They've already started falling. And the worst part was that his brain kept screaming for Mike, the same Mike that had always brought him comfort and a hug when he needed it the most. He always found a way to erase the frown from his face and replace it with the biggest smile. Yet now, he was a reason for that crying.
Then came a soft knock on his door, so quiet Will could’ve simply missed it if he’d been busy with something. But he wasn't. His hands shot up to wipe the tears from his face. The second lowered them, the door opened. There was only one person who knocked and never waited for an answer.
“Are you asleep already?” Mike stepped in, the door closing after him with a soft click. The boy scanned the room quickly before his eyes settled on Will.
“No,” his voice cracked at the first word he’d said after God knows how long. “Do you want something? The towels are in the middle drawer in the bathroom, I think mom put a spare toothbrush for you there too. She knows you forget to-”
“Will, stop,” he cut in, already approaching Will's bed. “Stop. Can I sit down?”
“Mmm, sure,” Will hummed, moving on the bed so far back he almost sat on his pillows just to make space for Mike. The freckled boy had nearly the whole bed for himself, but he chose to sit as close to Will as possible. It felt like the universe was laughing at him.
“You see, I wanted to-” Mike started, but then something caught his attention on Will's face. “Sorry, were you crying?”
“No,” he lied, averting his gaze from Mike. He was never able to lie to him, especially not straight to his face.
“Why?” Mike pressed, his voice soft. It reminded Will of how he used to speak to him when they were younger.
“Mike, please don't say it like-” Like you care about me. "Why are you here?"
“Okay, I'm- you see, fuck, it's so much harder than I thought it would be.” Mike stammered, his hands fiddling with something on his lap. Said something being a pink box with a smiley face sticker. Will wasn't sure where, but he knew he’d seen that sticker somewhere before. What he also wasn't sure about was how could he hadn’t noticed the box in Mike's hands when he walked in.
“Because you were crying,” Mike said, and Will could swear that his hand twitched, almost reaching out. But he was probably reading into it too much. “That's why you didn't notice.”
“I didn't mean to say it out loud…”
“That's not a problem," Mike's hand reached out this time, fingers ruffling through Will’s brown hair. And as much as Will didn't want to admit it, he could feel his cheeks gaining a little bit of color. “Not at all.”
The atmosphere in the room felt a little lighter now, and Will sensed a small, reluctant smile threatening to form on his lips. Maybe the ability to cheer him up was still buried somewhere in Mike.
“When I came here, I didn't want to ask about stupid towels or if there is a spare toothbrush. It- I don't know, it kinda makes me sad that you thought like that, you know?” Mike scratched the back of his neck, an obvious sign that he felt awkward. “I came to apologize, I guess? No, fuck that. I know. I know that I wanted to apologize. And I'm so, so sorry. I was being such an asshole to you earlier, and not only today. For the past year or so. I need you to know that I'm truly sorry.”
“It's okay, Mike-”
“No, no, it's not,” Mike's voice rose a bit as he placed the box behind him so he wouldn’t squish it while moving closer to Will. His hands went to Will’s cheeks, cupping them. Will knew his eyes went wide at the action, but he didn't have time to react, because Mike was talking again.
"I'm sorry about what I said. That- that you should've reached out more. I was the one that should've called more. The truth is, I just gave up after a few tries when the line was busy. And I'm sorry about that too. I tried writing to you, but I never send those letters but-"
I wrote to you too. So many times that I had to buy a second box for them because the first one was already full. I sealed every single envelope with a stupid blue heart sticker. And I couldn't find blue ones anywhere so I made them myself.
“Why didn't you send them?”
“You'll see,” Mike said, looking straight into the other boy's eyes, his hands still pressed to his cheeks. The touch felt like it was burning Will's face. Or maybe it was his face burning on its own. “Next time you come home, I'll show you. You can just read them, or I'll read them to you. Whichever you prefer.”
"You," he whispered, controlling his head do it wouldn’t nod. The last thing he wanted was for Mike to take his hands away. His touch was so soothing that all Will wanted was to lean into it and stay like this forever.
“I'll read then,” Mike brushed his thumb under Will's eye, leaving the boy straight up confused. He’d thought Mike wasn't aware of where his hands were, but now he wasn't so sure about that.
“I don't wanna lose you, Will. I can't lose you. You were right earlier, we used to be best friends, and I still want that.”
“You won't lose me, because I'll always need you, Mike-” the next words coming from Will's mouth were muffled by the freckled boy's shirt. Mike was hugging him. Hugging him so tightly he felt like his spine was going to break, but that was not an issue. The bigger problem was his heart, beating so hard he was afraid his friend could feel it with the way their chests were pressed against each other.
“So we're okay now?” Mike asked, earning a nod from the other boy. “And for the record, you had every right to roll your eyes today. I'm sorry about being shitty friend and- wait. Earlier, when I came here, were you crying because-”
Will gently pushed Mike away, dropping back onto the bed. “Oh my God, stop apologizing already. You're making my head hurt.”
“Fine, fine,” Mike laughed, tugging at his flannel to guide him up again. “I wanted to talk about one more thing today. Close your eyes, please?”
“What? Why?”
“Just close them,” he repeated himself, and this time Will did as he was asked. “No peeking.”
Will was sitting cross-legged with closed eyes on his bed waiting for whatever Mike was about to do, and for the first time since his best friend came to visit them he felt truly happy. That was what he was expecting when he heard that Mike was coming — just the two of them, hanging out and laughing in his room when the rest of the world was asleep.
He heard paper scratching against another paper, which for sure had to be the box Mike put earlier behind him. The next thing he heard was a click of a… lighter? The sound made his eyes snap back open, despite Mike ordering him not to peek. He was met with a medium-sized pink cupcake with frosting on top and a singular lit candle. Now he knew why the smiley face sticker felt so familiar to him. Joyce always bought them sweets from that particular bakery.
“I would sing for you but it's late and I don't wanna wake anyone up. Happy birthday!” Mike said, extending the cupcake toward him. “Don't forget to make a wish.”
Will had never forgotten about making a wish, and every single time it was the same stupid wish. A few times he made an extra wish alongside the usual one, and somehow the second one always came true. So this time, when Will closed his eyes and blew out the candle, he made this as his second wish.
“So, what did you wish for?” Mike asked, pulling the candle from the cupcake before handling it to Will. He asked that question every year, and every year Will had the same answer.
“Can't tell 'cause it won't come true.”
“But if it comes true you have to tell me,” he shot back with a smile. “And try the cupcake, it's a strawberry one”
That was Will’s favorite one, and the thought that he remembered made something in his stomach twist. He took a bite, shaking off the weird feeling inside him. Will loved that bakery, they always made their stuff taste like real fruit and not artificial, but their frosting was a different story. Was it tasty? Yes. Was it thick and always sticking to lips? Also yes. So naturally, Will pulled out his tongue a little to lick it off his lips.
“It's so good,” Will groaned, but then he looked at Mike and was confused once again this evening. He was staring at Will's lips with an unreadable expression on his face.
“What? Am I still dirty?”
“Dude, your lips are almost all white,” he pointed out, averting his gaze from Will's lips to his eyes, only for them to be back on the first spot after a second — just right in time for his another attempt to lick off the frosting.
“Good?” Will asked hopefully, only to receive a shook of the head in answer. “Help me out then, 'cause I don't know which part to clean off.”
The other boy looked like he was thinking really hard for a moment, before he leaned closer and did something that Will was for sure not expecting when he asked for help. Mike's thumb moved over his bottom lip, taking some of the frosting off. Will could feel the blood rushing to his face, and when he thought it couldn't get any worse, Mike apparently took it as a challenge.
“Open your mouth a bit,” he said, all of his attention concentrated on Will's lips. And what else could Will do but comply? Just as he parted his lips, Mike's thumb pressed inside and met his tongue. Asking for help was a big, horrible mistake. “Sorry, needed something wet. The frosting had already dried a little.”
Mike repeated the same thing with his upper lip, somehow making Will even more flustered than ever. Was he even aware of what he was doing? What it would look like to an outsider?
“There,” he announced, taking his hand away from Will's lips. “All done.”
“I- thanks,” Will mumbled. “You should try, it tastes like real strawberries and the frosting is really sweet.”
“Fuck, you don't even now how badly i wanna try how it tastes like.”
“Then try?” Will said, but it came out more like a question. He looked up, and that might've been another mistake that he'd made, because if Mike had been holding himself back before, now, after looking into Will's doe eyes, he was done.
Without a second thought, he leaned in, and Will was positive that it was all a dream. That Mike had never came to his room and never apologized. But that felt too real to be a dream, Mike's hand felt too soft in his hair, and his lips were too warm against his own. His best friend, the love of his life, was kissing him, and Will just sat there, dumbfounded, with open eyes and unmoving.
He wasn't sure what to do. Mike's mouth was moving against his and it felt awkward, yet so good. But he didn't know what was the right move — should he touch Mike's arms, or waist, or maybe his face? How exactly should he move his lips? So many questions piled up in his head, and there was no answer. Why was Mike even kissing him? He wasn't gay and he was dating his sister.
God, El.
Will put his hand on Mike's chest to push his away. The action leaving said boy with a questioning look on his face.
“You… what the hell Mike?” he asked in panicked voice. Mike's hand in his hair felt like it was burning his head. Maybe he as a whole was burning, burning with a shame. He shouldn't have like this, not as much as he did. "You're dating- You have a girlfriend."
It was stupid, but he felt like if he didn't say her name, it didn't count. Like he hadn’t just let Mike kiss him. The same Mike who was in a relationship with his sister, the girl who was his friend. It was wrong, but so right at the same time. Will wanted Mike to keep kissing him until the end of the world. He felt so fucking greedy.
“Later. I'll deal with this later, I promise,” he swore, the look in his eyes was something Will didn't know how to read. It almost looked like he was desperate, but Will couldn't quite figure out for what. “Why didn't you kiss back? Did you not like it?”
“No, I-”Will's cheeks burned deep red, and his eyes darted away. “I don't know how to. I've never been kissed before.”
The silence felt suffocating, like it was wrapping around his neck, making it hard for him to even swallow. He wanted to kick Mike out of his room and never look at him again. He should've just lied and say that he didn't like the kiss instead of saying the truth. The truth that he was embarrassed of.
“Oh,” Mike finally broke the silence, shifting his fingers slightly in Will's hair, urging him to look at him. “Don't be embarrassed, okay? I can teach you, but only if you'll let me. Will you?”
Will he let him? Will Byers would sell all his art supplies and his favorite childhood plushie only for Mike to keep kissing him. Even El was out of his mind now. Nothing else mattered other than the boy in front of him. He pretended to think about the offer for a second to not look too eager. Then he nodded his head and said a quiet, “Yes.”
“Fuck, okay, you-” Mike stumbled over his words before taking a loud breath through his nose and reaching down. He took the squished cupcake out of Will's hand and placed it on the bedside table. Will hadn’t even realized it was still in his hand. “Just mirror what I'm doing, yeah?”
For someone who aspired to become a writer, Mike was shitty at explaining things.
“I can try… But what about my hands? Where do I place them?”
“Wherever you want to,” and that was all that he said before his lips were back on Will’s.
This time, not taken aback, Will closed his eyes. He stayed still for a moment, letting Mike do all the work, enjoying the warmth radiating from the other boy. Experimentally, he tried moving his lips just the same way Mike did, and he must have done it right because he felt the corner of his friend’s mouth twitch up. Mike's hand found its place in his hair, tilting his head slightly to the left. Will assumed it was for a better angle or something. His own hands couldn't stop twitching, so he placed them on Mike's arms, just to do anything with them.
Will thought it couldn’t get any better, but then he felt Mike's tongue pressing lightly against his bottom lip, and his brain just turned into a mush. If he let him do this, there's no coming back. You could explain kissing your best friend, but you couldn’t explain french kissing your best friend. But Mike was just teaching him, right? So Will parted his lips a little, making enough space for Mike's tongue to slip in.
He tried mirroring his friend's movements, but it was not working. It felt weird, like their tongues were getting tangled up. So he set for a different pace, much less frantic. He instantly earned a groan coming from Mike, and a pair of hands squeezing his waist to bring him closer. Will grasped his arms tighter at being moved like that, it felt way too good to be true, and he never wanted to stop. But his lungs were starting to burn, he needed to breathe. He slowly pulled back, a string of spit connecting their mouths.
Mike scanned his face for something, perhaps a sign of discomfort. Then he seemed to catch on how rapidly Will was panting for air, and a smug smile formed on his lips. “Did you forget to breathe”"
“How was I supposed to know? You didn't tell-”
“Shh,” Mike's finger pressed against his lips, causing him to involuntarily look down. “You're really good at this. But we should kiss some more. You have a lot to learn.”
Will wasn't sure were this confidence was coming from, when he grabbed Mike's wrist, pulling his finger away, and crashed their lips together. The other boy didn't give anny impression of being against the action as he immediately slipped his tongue inside Will's mouth. And before he could process what was going on, he was being moved around. He opened his eyes, pulling away to scan the situation — which was him sitting on Mike's lap, and the other boy leaning against the pillows. Will's brows furrowed together.
“Mike…I'm probably squishing you,” he mumbled, lifting slightly. His heart was racing so fast it felt like it might leap out of his chest. Why were they even sitting in this position?
“Nope. Light like a feather, see?” Mike asked, hands on Will’s hips to guide him down, making their groins flush together. Will's dick twitched at that, and he wanted to stop but at the same time he wanted to see where this would lead. So he just waited for Mike's next move.
“My back was starting to hurt, and it'll be easier this way,” Mike explained, thumb tracing Will's lips and Will could've sworn his friend swallowed so hard his whole throat moved. He wished he could get inside Mike's brain to know what he was thinking right now. “I'm gonna show you something, okay?”
“Yeah, please,” he didn't know where the plea was coming from, but it seemed like it did something to Mike, because he huffed a little before closing the gap between them.
This time it didn't start with tongue, nor with their lips touching. It started with Mike's teeth nibbling Will's bottom lip. He would've never guessed it could feel this good. But it did, and Will pressed closer against Mike, moving his arms up to reach his neck and burying his fingers in Mike's hair. The longer hair he had wished to touch ever since he first saw it at the airport. It looked so good on him, making him even more handsome in Will's eyes.
Mike switched from softly biting Will's lips to exploring the insides of them once again. One of his hands rested on Will’s neck while the other traveled around his lower back, too close to his ass to be casual. And he wished Mike wouldn't move it there, because he was already semi-hard and restraining himself with every ounce of control he had to not buck his hips into Mike's. Of course, Mike being Mike moved his hand down, grabbing his cheek rather harshly, and letting out a satisfied noise into Will's mouth.
“Mike… Mike,” he breathed, pulling away. “I think we should stop.”
“Why? Did I do something wrong?” Mike furrowed his brows, tilting his head to the right.
“No. It’s me, I got, uhm—” he cut himself off, because what was he supposed to say? Hard? Turned on? Will was not going to destroy his freshly rebuilt friendship with Mike by saying something like that, so instead he shifted on his lap and remained quiet.
“Are you horny now, Will?” Mike asked shamelessly, but there was no mocking in his voice. He waited for an answer, and when it didn’t come, he continued speaking. “Me too.”
Mike’s hands moved to Will’s hips, pulling the boy closer and causing their groins to meet. A whimper left the smaller boy’s mouth. He desperately needed some relief, but if they went that way, there was no turning back.
“Do you feel it?” Mike moved him slowly against him, and he could, in fact, feel it — a bulge brushing against a bulge.
“What are we doing?” he questioned, grasping Mike’s shirt in his hands to fidget with something between his fingers. Will was so lost now. “Why?”
“Earlier, you said you’ll always need me, and- and I think it’s kinda mutual. I mean, I like to be needed, need you to need me, you know?” Mike squeezed his hip lightly, a movement that seemed almost possessive. “Sorry, I’m talking nonsense now. It’s just- Don’t you need me now, Will? ‘Cause I feel like you do, and I wanna help. Please, let me help. I promise I’ll make it so good for you.”
Make what good? Was Will being crazy now, or was Mike proposing something batshit crazy?
“Help with what?” Will needed to know.
“Help you get off, help us get off?” the last part came out like a question, as if he were asking Will for permission once again. And as much as Will wanted to say ‘yes’, he was still scared of destroying their friendship.
“It won’t be weird afterwards, I swear on my life,” he hated how Mike sometimes could just read things straight out of his mind. It creeped him out a bit. “Pinky promise?”
The thing was, neither Mike nor Will had ever broken a pinky promise. He knew the other boy was dead serious, and he just looked down at Mike’s stretched-out pinky before interlinking their fingers and crashing their lips together. The freckled boy didn’t let the kiss last long. He moved his mouth down, leaving soft kisses over Will’s jaw, making his hips stutter forward.
“C’mon, hump me,” soft breath tickled Will’s jaw as he shook his head.
Why was Mike so good at this? How did he know what to do? Jealousy pooled low in his stomach. Had he already done this with someone?
“Fine then. Just tell me when you feel like stopping, okay?”
“Okay,” Will breathed, trying to catch his friend’s lips again, but Mike had already moved his head down and was nibbling the skin on his throat. His hands moved down, pulling Will’s shirt out of his pants and sneaking underneath it. Will almost jumped at the sensation of Mike’s palms on his bare skin, grasping his waist to pull him closer.
Mike moved the other boy’s hips against his own a few times before Will finally thrust into him. A groan left the freckled boy’s mouth at the force Will put into his movement. Mike quickly made a move himself, pressing his groin up. They kept it up for a moment — grinding against each other, Mike’s one hand steady on Will’s hip, the other stroking his back, and his lips all over Will’s neck.
Will was slowly leaking into his boxers, pressing his lips into a thin line to restrain any noise from coming out. It was all good, until it wasn’t. Until Mike placed a kiss on a specific spot below his ear, and all Will could do was jolt his hips and moan out his name. He froze instantly. Moaning your friend’s name, even in a situation like this, was crossing a line.
“Oh, are you sensitive here?” Mike asked, lifting his head to face Will, showing him the biggest smile he’d probably ever seen in his life. “Say my name again. Show me how good you’re feeling.”
So, apparently, Will hadn’t crossed the imaginary line. He wasn’t doing this again anyway. Not now, not ever. He shook his head, picking up his previous hip movement.
“Chicken,” Mike said, but the smile hadn’t left his face. And Will knew it only meant one thing — he wasn’t going to let it go.
He stopped his thrusting, leaving Will to do the work. It still felt good, but not as much as when they were working in unison, and it only made him more desperate than he’d ever admit. He pressed his groin against Mike’s with frustration once more, slowly working up the courage to maybe say his name, when his friend’s hand shifted from his back to his lower belly. That was dangerously close to his belt, and it almost made him lose this stupid game, but what eventually did it was Mike’s hot breath against his ear and a quick whisper: “Please, baby.”
“Mike…” the word left his mouth involuntarily, but this time it wasn’t a moan, it was a whine. Will wasn’t even aware until this very moment that he could be capable of making such noises.
“Do you like being called that?” Mike asked, tracing his fingers over Will’s belly, the sensation making his hips buck a little. “I can call you that. Baby. My baby.”
My. His. Mike’s baby.
“Mike, do something, anything,” he breathed out the words as his hips tried to work against Mike, but his movements were clumsy. He was growing way too frustrated than he could handle. “You promised to make it good.”
“I guess I did.” suddenly, Will was lying on his back and Mike hovered above him. And as embarrassing as it was, his cock throbbed at that. He was learning a lot of new things about himself today, and evidently he liked being moved around. Maybe being caged underneath someone was also a little bit arousing. But only a little.
Mike’s hands reached out to the buttons of his flannel. “Can we take this off?”
Will nodded at the question, but he felt like he stopped breathing for a second. He wanted to ask how far Mike was willing to go with this, but before he could open his mouth, the other boy was already asking him to lift up so he could take the shirt off. How did he even manage to unbutton it so fast?
He felt watched, and he in fact was, but Mike’s gaze was basically burning holes into his bare chest. He squirmed under his eyes, mumbling soft “Yours too.”
That seemed to be the right choice to make, because Mike listened to his request and leaned back a bit to do so, taking his eyes off Will for a second. The boy had to admit he was grateful that Mike undressed, because all day his outfit had been pissing him off. He looked silly in it, almost not like his Mike.
He didn’t really give Will a chance to look at him, and the moment both of his shirts were off, Mike’s mouth was already on his. Mike’s teeth grazed his lips softly, while his hands roamed over his chest, stopping at Will’s nipples and pinching them experimentally. Will made a strained noise at that, and he could feel the other boy’s lips stretch into a smile. Smug bastard.
Mike circled his fingers around the nipples before moving his hands down, the movement making Will’s hips buck a little. He paused at the belt, tugging it gently as he pulled away from Will. “Is that okay too?”
“Wait,” he shot back, his hand grabbing Mike’s in the speed of light. “Have you ever- Mike, I’ve never really done anything.”
“Good, that’s good,” he said, smiling down at Will. “That makes two of us.”
“You’re lying,” Will stated. There was no way in hell that was just some innate knowledge. “How do you know what to do then?”
“Do you want me to be honest?” Mike asked, and that was probably the first time this evening that he seemed shy. Will nodded, genuinely interested. “I have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve only made out before with- uhm, you know. And with the rest, I guess I’m just going with what seems to be working on you? Fuck, it’s gonna sound embarrassing… I’ve watched so much porn-”
“You’ve watched porn?” Will blurted out before his brain fully processed what Mike had just said.
“Obviously- Wait, you haven’t? What do you jerk off to then?”
The thought of you.
“Nothing! Just, uhm… stuff?” Heat rose to his cheeks.
Mike studied him for a second with furrowed brows, and it looked like he wanted to say something but eventually decided to drop it. He shook his head and continued. “Okay, so you jerk off to stuff and I do to porn, it’s established. That was kinda my inspiration for what I’m doing, but as you probably know, there are little tapes with two guys. Or maybe there are even none, I’ve never seen one. But I’ve been reading, like I- I promise I’ve studied this, and I think I know how to fuck you properly.”
Will’s eyes widened. He could feel his heartbeat in his throat and the blood rushing through his ears. Mike Wheeler, his best friend, his soulmate, wanted to have sex with him and had been studying how to fuck a man? What kind of things had he even been reading? Yeah, that was unreal.
He wanted to ask a bunch of questions. There was so much he needed to know now, but apparently his brain had stopped functioning entirely. “I want that, you- you can do that.”
“For real? Fuck, really?” Mike breathed, as his fingers already started working on Will’s belt. He opened the buckle and, as quickly as he could, unzipped Will’s pants. “I’ll make it up to you. The fight. I’ll make you feel so good you’re gonna forget what we’ve even fought about. Lift your hips up, please.”
Will didn’t know where this was coming from, but he listened immediately. He raised his pelvis, making it possible for the other boy to slip his pants down completely. Mike moved his fingers smoothly, taking off Will’s socks as well, leaving him in nothing but boxers. Will’s hands instantly shot up to cover the wet patch made by his pre-cum, but Mike wasn’t having any of that.
“No covering, I’m not even seeing anything yet,” he said, grabbing Will’s palms and taking them off his covered cock, and scanned his whole body from head to toe. “How is that possible- Fuck, Will, you look like a doll.”
“Mike… You can’t say that,” he mumbled.
“Yes, I can. Unless you don’t like it, but I think you do,” he said, reaching to Will’s thighs and pressing them gently, like he wanted to make everything even more visible. “Spread your legs for me?”
Will’s legs parted almost like it was some kind of instinct. It made it possible for the other boy to slip between them fully, positioning himself on his stomach. And this was suddenly making Will nervous.
“What are you doing?”
“You have such pretty thighs. I’m gonna kiss them, is that okay?” he asked, looking up at Will and waiting for a nod. When it came, his lips pressed on the delicate skin of Will’s inner thigh almost immediately.
Mike’s mouth traced slow, unhurried kisses along his thigh, making quiet whimpers escape Will’s throat. He was sensitive there even when he touched it himself, and having someone’s mouth in this place was nearly overwhelming. When his friend’s teeth caught his skin, marking it, all Will could do was grip Mike’s hair and tug it.
“Was it a boy or a girl?” Mike’s voice came out muffled as he licked over his thigh, causing his hips to grind down. When the answer didn’t come, he switched legs, sucking on the untouched one, probably hoping something new would coax Will into speaking. “Baby, come on, tell me.”
“I don’t, ah-” he whimpered when Mike added teeth into the sucking and grabbed his other thigh, his fingers digging possessively into the soft skin. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Mike lifted onto his elbows, looking at his friend’s face. “I’ve heard that you’ve been painting, like a lot. And that it was for someone? That’s such a shame… You’ve been working your ass off and yet they can’t touch you properly. Do you think they’ll make you feel this good?”
Mike sounded… jealous? Jealous of himself. Will wanted to laugh so badly, and he probably would’ve if his friend’s hand wasn’t pressing against his hard cock over the boxers. Now, the thought of even smiling was not present in his mind, and all he could do was buck his hips into the touch.
“Would you let them touch you like this?” Mike lifted fully, returning to his previous position and hovering above Will. His hand was palming him, and Will couldn’t think straight at all. If he could, his next words probably would’ve never left his mouth.
“I would,” he managed, breathing unevenly. “They’re touching me now. I- ah, I painted this for you.”
“Oh, that’s- you’re so hot. Sorry, fuck, I can’t think now,” he kissed Will briefly as if to give himself a moment to get together. “Show me tomorrow. I bet it’s a masterpiece, but now I wanna focus on you. So, can I take this off?”
The question sent a shiver down Will’s spine, and he shook his head slightly. “No. You first.”
“Yeah, okay. Whatever you want,” Mike almost jumped off him, and his hands shot up to unbutton his shorts. Without much thought, he slid off both pieces of clothing from his hips, and Will knew it was indeed true what they said about tall, lanky guys — they really did have big cocks. He could feel the saliva gathering in his mouth at the thought of sucking Mike’s dick.
“Your turn,” Mike announced, fingers already brushing the hem of his boxers as he looked at Will’s face one more time. A nod and a lift of his hips was all the other boy needed to peel off the fabric and toss it onto the pile of clothes. He had to admit he liked being undressed by Mike, it made him feel… taken care of?
He wished he could be as shameless as Mike was, but he wasn’t, and the immediate need to cover himself came up. He couldn’t really do much about his cock, but his thighs flushed together on instinct. The other boy furrowed his brows, and his hands found their place on Will’s knees instantly.
“No. I wanna see you. All of you,” he said, and Will was way too easy when it came to Mike, because he stopped flexing his legs and let the freckled boy move them however he wanted. He moved them so far apart that the muscles in Will’s thighs almost stung. He felt so exposed, yet Mike decided to make it even worse with his drilling gaze and dragging his thumb over his rim. “You’re so pretty down there. Did you know how pink it is?”
“Oh my God, stop… That’s embarrassing,” he whined, hitting Mike gently with his knee.
“Fine, sorry, I got too excited. Do you have something to-” instead of finishing his thought, he brushed his fingertip against the ring of muscle, and Will caught on immediately.
“In my drawer,” he reached his hand out, but from his position on the bed, he was not able to access the bedside table. “Let me just-”
“No, I’ll get it,” Mike swatted his hand away, rolling off him to open the drawer. Will could feel the heat rushing up to his cheeks at that. Mike was doing all the work, and even though Will would never say it out loud, he enjoyed this. Enjoyed lying down and waiting for whatever Mike wanted to do.
He popped the lid of the vaseline tube, and his eyebrows shot up. Will was confused by the expression before he remembered. He’d already used half of it.
“Oh,” Mike said, then leaned down, his lips close to Will’s ear, mumbling probably the dirtiest words that had left his mouth this evening. “Do you like playing with your hole that much, Will?”
“I have really dry lips, that’s why,” he lied.
Mike pulled back to look at him, he could always tell if Will was telling the truth just by the look on his face. “Are you lying? No lies now, I don’t wanna hurt you. Have you ever fingered yourself?”
“Yes.”
The freckled boy hummed at that, digging his fingers into the vaseline and spreading it all over them. Will’s heart hammered in his chest when he felt Mike’s finger pressing against his rim, this felt so new even though he’d already done it hundreds of times.
“Tell me if-”
“If I want to stop, I remember. Just put it in already-” Will was cut off by a whimper leaving his mouth as a finger pushed past his rim with a small resistance. Mike pushed the digit in and out a few times experimentally, moving it way too slow for his liking. It felt like he was exploring Will’s walls, and the thought made him clench around the finger.
“Did I hurt you?” Mike asked, stilling his hand, and Will huffed with frustration at that.
“No, don’t stop,” he said, and the other boy instantly picked up the previous movement. “I said that- that I’ve done this. ’m not gonna break.”
Mike took that as encouragement to go a little faster, and Will was grateful. He hated the first finger, it just felt weird, and he always treated it like a ‘warm-up’ for the second, which was way better. He reached down to play with himself, but the second his fingers touched the head of his cock, they were swatted away.
“What are you doing?” Mike asked, sounding almost offended. “Are you bored with my hands?”
“No, I’m- Just add another one.”
“You’re lying again,” he said, gently pressing a second finger in with another thrust. “I know you, Will. Please tell me what’s missing. I wanna make you feel good, not bored.”
“I just never enjoy the first finger, it feels weird and-” he hesitated, but Mike curling his fingers coaxed the rest of the words out of him. “I liked the way you talked earlier.”
Mike looked at him, confused, like he had no clue what Will was talking about. He kept working his fingers in and out, eventually deciding on a scissoring motion to stretch him out. Even though it was Will’s favorite move, it didn’t have much effect on him. It felt almost mechanical, and suddenly he knew what was wrong.
Mike was unsure.
“Earlier, you were so confident and it was- you were so sexy,” Will cringed at the last word, but he forced himself to continue. He knew what Mike needed to hear. “You were saying all these dirty things and touching me everywhere, and it was so good. I- I was really wet, and I suck at saying stuff like that, so please don’t make me do this. Just- I need you. Please take care of me.”
If Mike wasn’t convinced at the start, the last sentence for sure did it, because his fingers slipped out of Will’s hole, he grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him the hardest he had that night. His tongue licked Will’s lip, asking for permission, but before he could even think about opening his mouth, they had fallen slack involuntarily at the sudden intrusion of Mike’s fingers into his hole. This time it felt right. He pressed them deep enough, kept curling them, and with every thrust changed the angle, clearly searching for his spot.
“How many fingers do you usually take?” Mike asked, disconnecting their lips.
“Two.”
“I think you need more than that to take me, hmm?” He kept curling his digits up without taking them out. “You feel so tight around my fingers, baby. Do you think you’ll be okay with another now?”
Will nodded when Mike’s digit pressed against his rim. But then came nothing, the pressure was still outside, and he was growing impatient because the boy also stopped moving the fingers that were already inside. He bucked his hips to get even some friction, but Mike’s hand pressed on his hip, making it impossible to move.
“Don’t do anything. I’ll make it good, it’s just-” He looked at Will’s stuffed hole and licked his lips before continuing. “I covered only two fingers with vaseline, and I think we have to get you wet in another way.”
He leaned down between Will’s legs, pulled his fingers halfway out of his hole, and spat on three of them before pushing them inside again. Will whined at the action, his thighs trembling a little. The stretch was stinging slightly, and knowing that Mike’s spit was inside him made him feel dizzy.
“Was this okay?” Mike asked, coming back to face him. “Sounded like you liked it.”
His lips were on Will’s neck now, leaving wet kisses against his skin, and his fingers were thrusting softly into his hole. Mike was curling them just right, not really brushing against his spot, but good enough for him to keep grinding down. His head tipped back and his mouth was open now, but the boy was not aware of the increasing sounds leaving him.
“Shh, I love how you sound, but I don’t think you want to wake everyone,” Mike whispered against his neck. “You’re doing such a good job at taking my fingers. I think just a little bit more and you’re gonna be ready for me.”
Will wanted to answer, he really did. But all the words were replaced by a loud whine. The praise itself was good enough to make him twitch, but at the same time Mike found his spot and kept rubbing his fingers against it. All he could manage at the end was: “Mike, oh fuck, more, more, I want more.”
“You want another finger, baby?” he asked, slowing his movements and replacing rubbing one spot with thrusting.
Will shook his head, causing the other boy to pull away from his neck and look at him. “I want you.”
“Yeah? How do you want me?” he smiled, slipping his fingers out of Will, leaving him clenching around nothing. “Use your words the same way I’ve been doing.”
“No.”
“Fine, then I’m not gonna fuck you,” the thing is, Will knew it was a bluff, because Mike was already slicking his cock with vaseline, clearly pent up. But he also wasn’t going to risk anything, it was a once-in-a-lifetime situation — getting fucked by the love of your life.
“I want to feel you inside me,” Will mumbled, and the other boy raised his eyebrows at that. “Wanna feel you stretch me out? And you’re quite big, and I’ll probably feel you for days, and I want to. Please, Mike, come on, I need your- um, your cock in-”
“Okay, stop. I’m convinced,” he said, gripping the base of his cock and lining himself with Will’s hole.
“Wait!” Will blurted out. “I’ve heard it’s better to do this from behind for the first time.”
“Bullshit. Nothing’s better than looking at your face. I need to look at you so I can know how you’re feeling. I promise I’ll be extra gentle, and if it hurts too much, then we’ll switch or stop, okay?” he asked, earning a nod from Will. “And I’m gonna fuck you from behind next time, so I’ll be able to admire your ass.”
The next time?
He didn’t have much time to think about that because the pressure of Mike’s cock pushing inside him made all other thoughts evaporate from his mind. The only thing he was capable of thinking about was Mike and his thick cock. It wasn’t as painful as he’d supposed it’d be, still, he bit his bottom lip and tried turning his head away to escape Mike’s intense gaze. However, Mike’s hand grabbed his face, forcing the boy to look at him.
“Is it that painful?” Will shook his head at that. “Then please, please, stop clenching so hard around me.”
“Mike, I’m not clenching.”
It looked like Mike wanted to argue, but he eventually dropped it. Will kinda wished he didn’t. The freckled boy was just silently pushing inside, inch by inch, with a focused expression on his face. When he bottomed out, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but everything that came out was a strained groan, and Will felt so, so full. Full and filled up with Mike’s cock as well as his cum.
“Holy fuck, Will, I- I’m so sorry,” Mike’s face was fully red as he panted softly, his cock softening inside Will. “I didn’t mean to- Not so soon, and not inside. Shit, I haven’t even asked, I’m sorry-”
“Shut up,” he said, grabbing Mike by the neck and pulling him down to peck his lips. “It’s fine, I wanted you to, um, come inside.”
It was, in fact, fine, because now, as they waited for Mike to get hard again, Will could get used to the feeling of his cock. It was not much different from fingers, just longer and thicker. Yet, it was so much better, stretching his hole perfectly.
“Just give me a minute and I’ll be ready to go again. I’m gonna make you feel good in the meantime,” Mike swore before leaning down and grazing Will’s nipple with his teeth. He circled his tongue around the bud, making a jolt of electricity run through Will. He whimpered, arching his chest into the touch, and Mike’s cock twitched slightly inside him at the action.
“Yeah, like that. Show me how you’re feeling, Will,” he sucked the nipple into his mouth, and his hand pinched the other bud, the constant stimulation making them swollen. A sudden pull made Will hiss and clench around Mike. “Keep- fuck, keep clenching, think I’m gonna get hard like that.”
And Will did. He clenched around Mike’s dick with every twist and lick that came. He was really good with his mouth, and Will couldn’t help but wonder what else he could do with it. He wished he could wrap them around his neglected cock, but that was probably too gay for him. And Mike wasn’t like that.
“I’m gonna start moving now, okay?” Mike asked, pulling away from his chest, his cock almost fully hard inside him now. “Give me your hand.”
Mike didn’t wait a second for Will to do so, he reached down, grabbed his hand, and interlinked their fingers together. He pressed their linked palms into the mattress beside Will’s head, and that felt more intimate than the fact that they were literally about to fuck. He pulled out halfway before thrusting back again into Will, eyes constantly on his face. The sound of squelching with each rock of Mike’s hips made Will scrunch his nose.
Before the other boy could ask what was wrong, Will opened his mouth. “Your cum makes it sound obscene.”
“Having sex is supposed to be obscene,” he panted, thrusting slowly, his load allowing his cock to move without much resistance. “And it sounds hot. It feels like you’re so wet for me.”
A whimper left Will’s mouth at the words. His cock leaked pre-cum against his tummy, and he pushed his hips into Mike’s. They built up a faster pace, and after they established a decent rhythm, Mike tried changing the angle. The sound of his pelvis slamming against Will’s ass filled the room.
Mike grabbed the other boy’s thigh, lifting it up and placing his calf on his back. The new position allowed him to press deeper, making Will writhe underneath him. He angled his thrust, brushing against Will’s sweet spot.
“Mike, ah, the- there, more, more, please,” he moaned, shutting his eyes tightly.
His hand pressed against Will’s mouth, muffling the sounds. “Sorry, I had, ah, had to. You sound so pretty, but someone’s gonna wake up if you keep this up.”
Mike hammered straight into just prostate, causing his hole to clench around his pulsing cock at every thrust. Mike's movements were still gentle, but the way he kept abusing his spot, made Will almost see stars. He drooled all over the hand that was keeping him quiet, but neither of them seemed to care about this. Will's hand was squeezing tighter and tighter against Mike's.
"Are you close, baby?" Mike questioned, his breath uneven as he looked at the other boy with dilated pupils. Unable to talk, Will nodded his head. "Lemme help you then. Keep quiet, I promise that next time you can be as loud as you please."
Mike took his hand off of Will's mouth, reaching down to thumb the slit of his cock. His hips bucked into the touch as Mike fully wrapped his fingers around his length. Mike moved his hand up and down only a few times before it sent Will past his limit. He came with a cry, releasing all over his stomach.
"Fuck, Will," Mike moaned, burying his head in Will's neck. "Holy shit, you're so tight now. Think 'm gonna come soon, ah, I lo- love you."
He knew Mike was thinking with his dick and he didn't really mean it. So he stayed silent, even if he wanted to say something he didn't think it was possible with how fucked out he felt.
Mike continued thrusting clumsily into his stimulated body until he came hard, filling Will up once again with his cum. Mike fell back against him, his weight settling fully as his body went slack. They'd laid like this for a moment, panting against each other. Then Mike pushed up and slowly pulled out his cock, leaving Will's hole pulsating.
"Mike… Your cum is leaking out of me," he mumbled, suddenly feeling shy.
He scanned the room as if he was looking for something to clean Will. His eyes stopped at the tissues on the bedside table and at the pile of clothes on the floor, but he didn't reach out for any of it. Instead, he grinned, grabbing Will by the hips and turning him onto his tummy. Mike placed his hands on his cheeks, spreading them.
"I'm gonna clean you up," he stated. "Tell me if you want to stop."
Will didn't really know what was going on behind him, but he felt it almost immediately. Mike pressed his tongue against his puffy rim, licking up his own cum. He whined into the pillow. "Mike, you're- That's so filthy," and despite his words, he pushed his ass against Mike's face.
He felt hot breath on his hole as Mike slipped his tongue inside with ease. He couldn't help but clench around his tongue, feeling overstimulated. Will gripped the pillow so hard his knuckles turned white. It was all too much — Mike licking as deep as he probably could into his already used hole, and his sensitive dick rubbing against the sheets.
"Ngh, Mike, stop," he breathed, almost ready to start begging just as the other boy pulled away, dragging his finger against his rim one last time.
"You're all cleaned up anyway," Mike said, flopping onto the bed beside Will and maneuvering his body till his back was pressed flushed to his chest.
Moments were passing by, yet Mike was still there, with his stupid arm thrown around his waist and his hand tracing patterns on Will's stomach. And Will just waited for the other boy to leave him alone, so he could get dressed and go to sleep or go to the bathroom to wash the shame of his body. He couldn't stop wondering if he had made Mike cheat on his girlfriend. But whether he did or not, he still felt like throwing up.
"You know that I wasn't lying earlier, right?" Mike's breath hit his neck, and Will honestly had no idea what he was talking about. "I'm- I really do love you."
What the fuck?
Will turned around in his hold, facing Mike. "What?"
"I'm so in love with you that it almost hurts me physically. Like, it's starting to get ridiculous. I can't get you out of my mind. I think that- that I've loved you for a long time and I just didn't-"
"Me too," he cut Mike off, his heart hammering in his chest. Will's hand trembled as he reached to touch his face. "I love you."
"You do?" he asked, almost like he couldn't believe Will's words, but Will couldn't really blame him. "Oh, God… I fucked up, I made you sleep with me because I thought it was a once-in-a-lifetime. I- You should've been my boyfriend before that-"
"Boyfriend? Mike you're in a relationship."
"Shit, oh shit. I forgot, I- I'll break up with her, and then I'll take you out and ask you properly. Please, let me take you out." Mike rambled.
"Okay," Will agreed. Of course he did, how could he not?
"Thank you," he leaned closer, brushing his lips against Will's. "I promise it’ll be the best date you've ever been on- Wait, have you been on a date before? I hate-"
Will kissed Mike to make him stop talking. "Can we talk tomorrow? You made me so tired, I wanna sleep."
That shut Mike up. He got up, and Will was scared for a second that he'd leave him when he headed toward the door. But he only turned the lock, and was quickly beside him again. Will felt the happiest he did in his whole life, with the lights off, his legs tangled with Mike's, his head pressed to Mike's chest, and the blanket thrown loosely over their bodies. He was exhausted, yet he couldn't fall asleep. His heart kept beating like crazy and he could feel Mike's doing the same thing.
"Mike, my birthday wish. It came true."
"Was your wish getting fucked? It's a little filthy, if you ask me," Mike laughed.
"You. You were my wish."