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Will knew he had to fess up to the entire core party eventually. That Dart came from him, out of him. That something that happened to him in the upside down had caused him to be, for lack of a better word, pregnant, with a demo baby. The boys had of course freaked out, but Will had promised them that it hadn't happened since and he was sure there was nothing else.
That didn't stop Dustin from prying two days later, looking over at Will from his bed with an unreadable look on his face. It was just the two of them in the house; his mom was out in the front yard and Lucas and Mike were roped into family things. Will didn't mind, he liked hanging out with any of his friends, and Dustin always made sure to listen to him.
"So, Will. Remember when you told us about how Dart came… out of you?" Dustin pries, an attempt at being nonchalant that's so bad even Will can see through it.
"Uhm. Yeah, It was only like two days ago. Why?" Will asks, still fidgeting with the miscellaneous toy in his hand, but looking up to meet Dustin's gaze.
"Well I was just thinking. How do you really know that there's not any other ones left in you? I mean, did you get an ultrasound or something? How can you really be sure?" He questions, the words spilling fast.
Will is shocked into silence. Of course he didn't actually know, he was just saying that so his friends didn't worry. I mean, god, what if there was something still in him. It's not like Will didn't constantly worry about it. He still felt so… wrong, ever since he had come back. But maybe that's just what being brought back from the dead will do to someone.
"Y'know.. I can, dissect you, or like, check you out to see if you show any more signs or uhm, I don't know, have something that seems abnormal still. Our first year at camp we had to do basic medical checks so, I know a few things." Dustin proudly gloats in an earnest way, his goofy smile plastered on his face, sending a helpful grin Will's way.
"I mean, if you really want to. I don't really know what to look for so.. I guess it could be helpful!" Will responds, only thinking it over for a few second before agreeing, really what could Dustin possibly do? Maybe check his pulse and,,,, that's all he's got. Will isn't really the most medically gifted… He's trying his best.
"Okay awesome! So like, you need to take off your shirt, okay? I need to be able to see everything." Dustin commands. Will obliges, albeit a bit hesitantly; stripping in front of his friends was normal, they were shirtless all the time around each other. But alone? With just another person? It suddenly felt ten times more intimate.
He shuffles the shirt the rest of the way off, exposing his tiny, pale frame to the boy in front of him.
"Okay, Sit on the bed and face me, I'll just stand in front of you." The taller boy instructs, moving around his room and messing with odd trinkets here and there. Will shivers slightly at the chill of the room, holding his shirt to his chest for a fraction of warmth while he still could.
Dustin finally makes his way to Will, placing himself between the two scrawny knees of the boy in front of him. His first step is taking Will's wrist into his hand, pressing two fingers right at his pulse point. They sit in silence for a minute while Dustin's brain cogs whir. He lets go, giving a silent nod and then moving his hands to Will's chest.
Will isn't exactly sure what he's doing now, his hands rest on different parts of Will's body, occasionally applying pressure before moving to the next spot. Will doesn't think he's ever had this done to him before at the doctor, but he'll trust the process. Occasionally his hand will come too close to or brush a nipple and Will is forced to suppress a shiver, the feeling almost… good.
Then Dustin makes his way upwards again, feeling his way around the pulse point there. His fingers move all around, tracing every ridge and bump on Will's neck. Will gulps, his adams apple bobbing.
But then Dustin's hand is leaving, making it's way to his forehead, feeling for a few seconds before taking his hand off again.
"Well so far everything seems normal to me. There's another one, and it might seem kind of weird, but you'll have to trust me. Okay? If you don't like it just tell me and I can stop, but I think it's going to be beneficial to what we are doing." Dustin explains.
Will just nods along, a million different emotions rushing over him the past few minutes with no way to really filter them or find out what they mean. Dustin's hands traveling all over him have made him feel things that he doesn't know if he's supposed to feel, especially for one of his best friends.
The curly haired boy brings his hand up towards Will's face, the other coming to cup his jaw. Will's eyebrows crinkle in confusion for a few seconds before Dustin is gently forcing his mouth open and sticking two fingers in. The intrusion is sudden and shocking, but not unwelcome. Will thinks it's almost kinda, soothing. The soft feeling of the pads of Dustin's fingers gliding over the smooth walls of Will's mouth. Feeling around every crevice and odd ridge. It's slightly salty; the taste of human.
Dustin begins to press farther back and Will's eyes widen. How far was he planning on going? The smaller boy suddenly starts making muffled noises against Dustin's hand, causing the younger boy to pull his hand out and away.
"Too much?" Dustin asks, concern written across his face.
"N— no, I mean. Not right now I just," Will flushes, fiddling with his fingers, "What are you— I mean, how far are you,," He trails off, obviously embarrassed by the question. Dustin either doesn't notice or isn't fazed by it.
"Well, I'm going to need to go in a decent amount. I need to feel your glands, they may be swollen or feel differently. I don't intend to trigger your gag reflex but if I do maybe it'll help us too."
Will pretends to not be confused by Dustin's words, nodding along and giving his silent consent to continue again. Dustin's hands return, prodding their way back into the smaller boy's mouth. Will sits pliantly, doing his best not to move. The taller boy gently presses on places closer to the front of Will's throat before continuing on farther back.
The first initial brush causes Will to have a full body shiver, almost like it should trigger a gag, but didn't. The sensation is odd. It isn't usual for him to have something so far in his mouth; he doesn't even go this far back with his toothbrush. It's only on one particular press that Will finally gags. It's small, but he can already feel the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. Being forced to gag doesn't feel great, but that doesn't stop the zing that shoots down his back at the sensation.
Dustin continues his inspection, his fingers at this point are as far in Will's mouth as they can be with the restriction from the rest of his hand. Will's mouth feels incredibly stuffed. He's not sure it's ever been this full before. He feels a twitch in his groin and does his best to try and ignore it. He cannot let Dustin know that this was affecting him in any way!
Dustin continues poking around, beginning to pull bigger and bigger gags from Will. The smaller boy can't help it, tears are flowing from his eyes now. He doesn't even know what Dustin could even be looking for at this point, he's sure every part has been examined.
His breath is coming in shorter, getting less and less oxygen into his lungs. On a particularly hard thrust, Will finally has to call it quits, making an inhumane noise and grabbing onto Dustin's wrist, pulling the other boy's hand away.
Will chokes on the air that's able to now enter his lungs. He takes in a few deep, shaky breaths and wipes the remaining tears from his eyes.
"Woah, hey! I'm sorry! You should have warned me if you needed a break." Dustin says sympathetically, wiping his hand haphazardly onto his pants. Will takes in more ragged breaths, shaking his head 'no'. He wasn't going to let Dustin feel bad about anything that was happening, it wasn't like he had intended to cause Will any distress. Dustin is only there to help him, that's all he was doing; helping a friend in need.
"Well, I didn't really find anything strange anyways." Dustin says, looking at Will with a small sense of what looks like remorsefulness. The standing boy shuffles awkwardly in front of him, something else still obviously on his mind.
"What?" Will gets out, questioning the boy.
Dustin's cheeks turn red at being caught, despite his air of 'nonchalance'. Will doesn't exactly know what he's necessarily been 'caught' for, but it must be something that Dustin's a little embarrassed about. Which is a thought in and of itself. Dustin is so open, he never gets embarrassed about anything. Will doesn't even know if he really knows what the concept of shame actually is.
"Well, there's just. Okay, you said that you puked Dart up right? Well i didn't find anything in your throat and at this point, anything else I'm sure would be… further down now," Dustin says, his less damp hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, "So, the best access to that would be where the 'baby' would have come out…"
Will sits for a few seconds before it clicks. Is he— does Dustin mean?
Now it's Will's turn to flush. Not only is he already alone in a room with another boy and shirtless on his bed, but now Dustin wants to…
"D— do you mean uhm.." Will trails off. He wasn't going to be the one to say it. He couldn't.
"Well lets just think of it logically. At this point, it's been what? Weeks? Since you threw up Dart. If he actually ended up,, staying,, where a baby would when pregnant it'd be farther down now, y'know. Like, hereish," Dustin states, his hand returning to Will's body, pressing lightly on his abdomen. "But I thought since we obviously can't dissect your stomach, even I don't trust myself to do that much of an inspection, there's another area of entry."
He motions towards Will's lower half with his hand after pulling it away from Will's stomach. The smaller boy's core twitches at the sudden lack of warmth returning.
"Only if you are fully up for it of course," Dustin frantically adds on, a nervous energy now slowly starting to creep its way into his demeanor.
"If you think it will help then we can do it…" Will says timidly, a deep flush covering him. The pink travels from his cheeks all the way down to the stomach that Dustin had just been feeling.
"Okay, I think it'll be easiest if you flip over probably," Dustin says, moving to position the pillows on his bed to make it easier for Will. He doesn't do much, just puts one of the two into the middle for Will's head and pulls one down, waiting for Will to bend over. When Will finally rearranges himself, Dustin shoves the pillow under his stomach and chest, presumably to make the whole thing more comfortable.
Will feels exposed like this. He can't see anything that's going on anymore, his face pressed into Dustin's pillow. He can smell the faint scene of the shampoo that the younger boy uses lingering in the threads; It's oddly comforting.
Dustin's hands travel to Will's waist, tracing along where Will's shorts meet his naked torso. He tugs on the back of the pants lightly, pulling them to expose Will's pale flesh. The cold air of the room makes Will shiver as he tries his best to sink impossibly further into the bed below him. Dustin continues dragging the pants down until the waist lands just below Will's ass.
The way the pants fit him like this is a little awkward and almost a little too tight. They're pulling on his dick ever so slightly, but Will would rather die than try to adjust his pants at this exact moment. He can feel Dustin's gaze washing over him, it does nothing to help with the flush that's been permanently adorning his skin since the very beginning of this whole affair.
Dustin's hands are on him again, this time reaching out to spread his cheeks. He can feel his ass clench embarrassingly with the knowledge of being observed and seen like this. He can feel a finger rub softly over his hole. The sensation rips a shiver out of him, and spark of something shoot straight down to his currently limp penis.
Dustin pulls his hand away again, before beginning to pull his whole body back from Will. Will turns his head, now facing the room instead of the wall next to Dustin's bed.
"Wh- what are you doing?" Will asks, watching as Dustin begins rooting around his room yet again.
"I just, I forgot something we need." Is all Dustin says in response, digging in a drawer a few more seconds before yelling triumphantly and holding a small bottle of lotion in the air like a trophy. He walks back over to the bed, getting on his knees and positioning himself behind Will.
Will hears the cap on the bottle click open, and a few seconds later a finger with surprisingly warm lotion is pressed against his hole. He inhales sharply, overwhelmed already at the amount of attention he's receiving back there. It almost tickles in a way, he's unused to anything touching him in such an odd place.
Dustin presses just barely, the pressure feels… nice, almost. The tip of one of Dustin's small fingers breaches the inside of Will. He can feel the stretch, it's weird, but, it doesn't feel like anything other than that. He takes a deep steadying breath, holding himself as still as he possibly can.
Dustin presses further inside and now Will can begin to feel a bigger stretch. It doesn't hurt, at least yet, but it does feel odd, like on the brink of causing pain. Dustin has pressed as far in as he can now, Will can feel the rest of his hand resting against his taint. They sit in a silence that's far less awkward than it should be, but then again, it's for science, he's just checking on me, will reminds himself.
Then, the finger moves. Will squirms. It's not unpleasant, if anything he's positive that the lotion is making sure of that. It sends tiny jolts of something through his body; his dick making very uncalled for twitches of their own that Will can only pray Dustin doesn't notice.
He can feel every brush and rub inside of himself, Dustin trails the one finger along the walls of Will's ass, or at least the parts he can reach right now. Will's breathing begins to quicken, not rapidly, but it's coming in shorter bursts now, harder to take deep breaths.
"Okay Will, I think for me to fully be able to assess I need to add another finger, Okay?" Dustin asks, not really as a question, more-so asking for permission. "Just tell me if you need me to stop for any reason."
"O- Okay" Will manages to get out, his face still buried in the pillow beneath him. Dustin slowly removes his single digit and Will can feel his hole flutter around the absence. He presses his face further into the pillows in embarrassment, not that the reaction seemed to have affected Dustin at all.
He hears the lotion lid again, the slick sound as Dustin applies more to his hand and lathers it on, warming it up for Will. The consideration and care that Dustin has put into this whole affair is something Will could almost describe as touching. He's so diligent with his movements, so much thought behind everything that he's done for Will already.
He feels the pressure returning, the tip of Dustin's finger entering him, followed quickly after by a second fingertip. The stretch this time is more noticeable, causing a few sharp sparks to zing through him as Dustin's fingers continue to plunge deeper. The fact that he's facing such a small amount of pain he's sure he can only thank Dustin's severe preparation for.
All in all, the digits enter without much of an issue. Dustin's fingers are fully submerged inside him now, keeping still and letting Will get used to the feeling.
Will's cock is more than a little hard at this point, the intrusion making his dick fill out slowly in his tight shorts. He is praying to all that is being that Dustin does not notice and continues his investigation instead. He can feel himself slowly stretch around Dustin's fingers as the second one slinks its way in, alongside the first. It's only a few seconds before both are as far in as they can go.
The feeling is so foreign and odd but, Will can't help but notice the way his body is reacting to it. Why would his body be enjoying this? Is it normal or is this just another way that he's different from everybody else…
He doesn't have much time to dwell on the thoughts before Dustin's fingers are suddenly moving inside of him. He has to stifle a small noise that threatens to spill out from the sudden motion. He doesn't move much, just slowly shifts them around before beginning the real ministrations.
"Tell me if it gets too much or starts to hurt, okay?" Dustin reminds him, the pads of his fingers prodding gently to the left, feeling a particularly soft spot. Will just nods his head in response, hoping it comes across well with his face still pressing into Dustin's pillow.
Dustin's fingers suddenly maneuver differently again as they begin to move in an almost scissoring motion. They start small, just the fingers barely separating before coming back together again.
"I'm just trying to make you a little more loose, I figure this will make it easier for me to be able to feel everything out, give me more room to work yknow?" Dustin explains, His fingers slowly starting to work Will open a little more. Will can't help it when his hips buck forward just a little, pressing his hard member into the pillow right under his hips.
He lets out a tiny noise at the dual stimulation, but enough of a noise to cause Dustin to pause.
"Hey, you're okay right?" He asks, concern in his voice.
"Y- yeah…" Will mumbles, "Just, just feels a little weird is all. It's okay.. keep going,"
And maybe it should feel wrong to tell his friend to keep going. Maybe Will should say 'Hey, something weird is happening to me and I don't know why but my body is reacting in a way it shouldn't to your inspection lets stop okay!' But he doesn't. Instead, he relaxes his body to the best of his ability and let's Dustin continue in his investigating.
Dustin has gotten to the point where he's almost able to open his fingers all the way. Underneath him, Will is holding in his breath as much as he can, worried that any out of place gasp or exhale of air will give his predicament away. The boy behind him seems to think his work is good enough and begins his exploration again, starting near the entrance of Will's hole. He presses firmly, but with care, against the entire circumference with just his finger tips, before slowly moving a few more centimeters in and beginning the same rotation.
Sparks keep flying through Will's body, the gentleness of it all is almost making the entire thing far too intense. The constant press of his groin to the pillow isn't helping matters at all. There's no noise in the room aside from their breathing that suddenly seems so loud, almost too loud.
Dustin continues with the routine, his fingers all the way down to the second knuckle on his hand at this point. Will can feel himself leaking now, a tiny wet patch making itself known on the front of his boxers. He prays that it doesn't seep through to his athletic shorts. His face is fully pressed into the pillow, scared to let Dustin see the red that he's sure is covering his cheeks and nose dramatically. He presses further into the pillow, inhaling the scent of the boy behind him that's slowly becoming intoxicating.
The fingers inside him inch their way forward. Dustin's hands are almost fully in when on a rotation, he suddenly hits a spot inside of Will that drawls out a forced gasp from the smaller boy. Dustin seems to have noticed something different as well, his fingers pause their movements and stay sitting on whatever it was that he had found.
"Wh- what is that?" Will asks, his chest tight.
"I'm.. not sure," Dustin responds, "But it feels different than anything else, its kind of like a little bump… Did it feel okay? Are you okay if I keep checking it out?"
Will lifts his head off the pillow, only enough for his words to not be muffled.
"Yeah,, it's. It feels weird but… but you can, keep doing it.. if you want to," Will stutters out, an air of uncertainty is laced in his words, but he thinks Dustin could just chalk that up to the absurdity of the whole situation.
"Alright, I'm gonna keep touching it, Okay?"
"Mkay.." Will says, dropping his head back down onto the pillow with a severe lack of grace.
Dustin wastes no time, fingers slowly rolling over the bud again. The same tingling feeling shoots all the way up Will's spine; each rub from Dustin causing another twitch and pulse to Will's dick. With every rub, Will's body moves back and forward again, causing his groin to rub tantalizingly slowly over the pillow underneath him. Will can't help the tiny gasps that are drawn out of him with every pass.
Dustin changes tactics, he begins to almost swirl around the perimeter of the bump, forcing Will's legs to briefly uncontrollably spasm, a little whimper is pulled from his throat. Dustin's hand comes up to Will's waist, steadying him and helping to maneuver his body in a way that Will can only assume will help the inspection.
The hand around his waist only forces him down more towards the pillow, the constant friction feels unbearable mixed with the internal pleasure. Dustin's warm hand is an ever present feeling on his waist, the heat almost seeping into Will's chilled and nervous skin. It helps to stabilize him, bringing him back to the present a little more.
Not that the present is any better than being lost in the immense sensations that rack over his body.
The curly haired boy is back to pressing carefully on the bump, soft at first, then slowly increasing the pressure. Will's hips attempt to buck again, but they're held in place by Dustin's firm hand. That alone causes Will's tummy to flip again, it feels like butterflies flying all around inside of him and he can't tell if it's good or bad, but either way it causes his dick to leak even more.
Will does his best to stay quiet while laying in front of Dustin. Is it normal to make the noises he's trying to suppress? Would Dustin think he's weird if he ended up letting more slip… His hand is inside of Will right now, prodding and poking, maybe it's only natural. But Will doesn't want Dustin to think he's even weirder than he already is… If it's not normal then what will Dustin think. Would he even want to be around Will again?
Dustin finally quits putting consistent pressure on the spot, choosing to go back to exploring the rest of Will. The older boy sighs, finally relieved that he isn't being constantly stimulated. The release doesn't make the situation fully okay though. He's still hard against the soft pillow beneath him, Dustin's travelling fingers still forcing him to grind lightly down against it.
He can still feel the pressure inside of him slowly building. He's shaking slightly now and Will is sure that Dustin can tell. He hopes the taller boy just assumes it's from the nerves and being exposed rather than anything that would gross out the curly headed boy.
But the feelings are becoming so strong, and only increase tenfold when Dustin seems to have found nothing else and returns to the unknown nub. The repetitive pattern and pressure over the bump makes the tight knot in his gut grow and grow. Tiny little sounds are involuntarily falling from his lips now.
One particular brush on the spot is what sends Will over the edge. His legs clench and tense as he feels tiny little spurts of fluid release from himself, soaking the front of his boxers. The whine that gets pulled out of him is far too loud and far too intimate for the situation at hand. He convulses slightly, his dick twitching with every drop and string that's released.
Dustin is still pressing on the nub. It's becoming way too much now, the feeling is too overwhelming. Will can feel tears start to prick at this eyes. He would think that Dustin would be done by now, he'd been messing around with this thing for minutes. It gets to the point where its almost unbearable and Will can't help but cry out.
"O- okay! Okay, Dustin it- it's too much now. I- I'm done!" Will cries out, the overstimulation far too much to handle.
Dustin wastes no time, pulling out his hand and immediately wiping the remaining residue onto a tissue from the box next to the bed.
"Are you okay? What happened? Did it start to hurt?" Dustin barrages, questions overflowing out of him, the panic written all over his face like a concerned puppy.
"Y-yeah.. I just, I- It got… too much," Will is beginning move now, doing his best to not let Dustin see the mess he's sure is seeping into his shorts. He pulls the pillow with him, keeping it in his lap as he sits fully upright. Dustin stands in front of him, traces of worry still flashing behind his eyes.
"I promise Dustin, I don't know w- what that was but… It's fine I promise.. It doesn't hurt." Will says, hanging his head to avoid eye contact.
"Well this is really interesting then," Dustin says, beginning to pace across the room, stroking a faux beard, "I mean, I wonder what it was that we found. I mean It obviously causes a sensation of some kind right? I mean.. What did it feel like.. I know you said weird but…"
"Uhm. Just like.. I dont know, like it was a weird sparkly feeling that kinda traveled everywhere.. I guess.."
Dustin stops his pacing and makes a sharp right turn towards his desk, grabbing a notepad and a loose pencil, immediately jotting things down. Will flushes, he knew they were doing an inspection, he guesses he just didn't realize Dustin would actually be taking notes over the whole thing.
"Okay… Any other feelings? Did the feeling grow? You said it got too much… what does that mean? Too many sparks?" He asks, his pencil tapping his chin as he glances at Will.
"Euh, Uhm. Yeah… Yeah it- too many sparks." Will murmurs, one of his hands coming up to rub his arm in a nervous tic.
"Okay.. okay…" Dustin writes down a few things more, looking up again and noting the small amount of anxiety that seems to be oozing just lightly from Will. He sets the notepad down, leaving it as he heads towards the bed.
"Hey okay, we can be done talking about it now okay?" Dustin comforts, sitting down next to Will on the bed. The smaller boy stiffens, the weight and heat from the body next to him making him all too aware of the mess that currently remains in his pants.
Will nods, trying to think of anyway to escape the situation unscathed, when the perfect opportunity knocks on Dustin's bedroom door.
"Dusty honey, is your friend staying the night, because if not he needs to go home real soon because the sun is setting okay? But we are watching a movie and having popcorn and sweets tonight… Up to you.." His mom says through the door. A small scuffle can be heard right after, presumably their cat walking and clinging its way around Claudia's feet.
Dustin looks over at him, raising his eyebrows to ask the same thing. Will immediately nods, realizing that since he brought no clothes over, he'd have no other choice but to borrow some of Dustin's for the night.
"Yeah! He's staying!" Dustin quickly yells back.
"Okay then, I'll go call his mom and get the snacks all ready, you boys get all comfy!" Claudia responds, her footsteps retreating towards their kitchen phone.
"I'll grab you some pajama clothes okay?" Dustin says, hopping off the bed and towards his dresser, "Ooh! We could even wear matching dinosaur shirts! I'll wear the one with the brachiosaurus and you can wear the one with the microraptor!"
Within a few minutes Dustin's pajama pants and shirt are thrown in his direction as he grabs his own and heads towards the bathroom.
"You can change in here, I'll change in the bathroom." Is all he says before hes walking out the door and into the hallway.
Will wastes no time, jumping up as soon as the door clicks shut, ripping off his shorts and boxers and grabbing a few of the tissues next to the bed. He quickly wipes himself as clean as he can before shoving the tissues deep in Dustin's trashcan, hiding it under some plastic toy trash. He pulls on the pants and is just getting the shirt over his head when Dustin knocks twice before entering again.
And Will has to admit, the matching shirts are cool. Dustin sends him his signature grin, pointing between the two as if saying 'ehh, ehh?'. Will can only giggle in response, sending back a matching grin.
Now that he's in cozy, warm clothes, he can really feel the exhaustion that's weighing on him. The entire event took out all of the energy he had been filled with before.
"I think… I want some popcorn…." Will quips, slowly returning back to the silly boy that he is.
Dustin smiles before immediately turning and running towards the kitchen. Will grins and sprints after him, only barely avoiding sliding on the floor and slamming into the hallway wall.
The two boys stumble into the kitchen nearly scaring Claudia half to death. They're a mess of giggles as they help her gather the rest of the snacks, bringing them to the living room and getting comfortable on the couch under the huge, crochet blankets that cover the Henderson's living room furniture.
They open the snacks as Claudia puts on The Emperor Strikes Back, a movie that the boys know she's not actually interested in, but watches just for them. It's less than halfway through the movie that Will's eyes start to feel heavy, his body tired and content in the warmth of the couch and the boy next to him. He feels his head drop onto Dustin's shoulder as he drifts off into an untroubled and peaceful sleep.