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The basement in Mike Wheeler's house felt like a sanctuary.
Dimly lit by the glow of string lights draped along the unfinished walls and the soft hum of an old radio playing faint indie tracks in the corner.
Posters of Dungeons & Dragons campaigns and faded band flyers covered the concrete blocks.
A worn out couch and a pile of blankets marked the space as their private retreat.
Mike and Will had spent countless nights here, talking until dawn or crashing on the lumpy mattress tucked against the far wall — the one they shared whenever Will stayed over, its sheets still rumpled from the last time.
They were sprawled on the couch now, legs tangled casually, the air between them charged with the easy familiarity of best friends who knew each other's silences better than words.
Will fidgeted with the hem of his sweater, his cheeks pink as he stared at the floor. “So, uh, I met someone today,” he said finally, his voice soft but steady. He looks up at Mike through his lashes.
Mike paused mid-sip of his soda, setting the can down on the coffee table with a clink.
His eyes narrowed, a flicker of something sharp crossing his face—jealousy, maybe, or just protectiveness. “You met someone? Like, who?” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, trying to keep his tone light but failing to hide the edge.
Will shifted, pulling his knees up. “His name's Carlton. He's in my art class. We talked after school, and he asked if I wanted to grab coffee sometime.”
He said it casually, but his fingers twisted the fabric tighter, waiting for Mike's reaction.
Mike let out a short, incredulous laugh, running a hand through his curly hair. “You can't be serious. 'Carlton?’”
He drew out the name like it was absurd, his brows furrowing.
“What kind of name is that? Sounds like a trust fund kid who plays polo or something. Come on, Will, you can do better than some preppy asshole named Carlton.”
Will's lips quirked into a small smile, but his eyes softened, meeting Mike's gaze directly.
There was a beat of silence, the radio crackling faintly, and then Will reached out, his hand resting on Mike's arm. “Maybe I don't want better. Maybe I just... I don't know, Mike. It's not about him. It's about us.”
His voice dropped, vulnerable but not hesitant, the words hanging heavy in the dim light.
Mike's breath caught, his hand covering Will's without thinking. The jealousy melted into something warmer, more urgent, as he searched Will's face. “Us,” he echoed, his thumb brushing over Will's knuckles.
Neither pulled away. Instead, Mike leaned in, closing the gap until their foreheads touched. “Yeah. Forget Carlton.”
Will nodded, a quiet exhale escaping him as he tilted his head, their lips meeting in a slow, tentative kiss that deepened quickly. It wasn't rushed or demanding — just familiar, like they'd been building to this for years.
Mike's free hand cupped Will's jaw, guiding the kiss with gentle pressure, tongues sliding together as Will's fingers curled into Mike's shirt.
They broke apart only when breathing became necessary, both flushed and eyes dark with want. Will stood first, tugging Mike's hand toward the mattress. “Come on,” he murmured, his voice low and inviting, not shy but not pushing either.
Mike followed without a word, kicking off his shoes as they sank onto the soft surface, the springs creaking under their weight.
Will lay back against the pillows, pulling Mike down with him, their bodies aligning side by side.
Mike kissed him again, deeper this time, his hand trailing down Will's chest to tug at the hem of his sweater.
Will lifted his arms, letting Mike peel it off, exposing pale skin and the faint scars from Upside Down scrapes that Mike traced with his fingertips reverently.
“You're beautiful,” Mike whispered against Will's collarbone, pressing a soft kiss there before his lips found the curve of Will's neck.
Will shivered, his hands roaming Mike's back under his t-shirt, bunching the fabric until Mike shrugged it off.
Skin met skin, warm and electric, as Mike's mouth worked lower, nipping lightly at Will's shoulder. He sucked gently at the spot just above Will's collarbone, teeth grazing the skin until a red mark bloomed — a love bite, claiming without words.
Will gasped softly, arching into it, his fingers threading through Mike's curls.
Mike continued downward, lips brushing over Will's chest, tongue flicking at a nipple until it hardened under the attention.
Will's breath hitched, his body responding with a subtle grind against Mike's thigh. “Mike...” he breathed, not a command but an encouragement, his hand guiding Mike lower.
Mike's eyes met Will's, a silent question, and Will nodded, shifting to unbutton his jeans.
Mike helped, sliding them down along with Will's boxers, freeing his cock — already half hard, curving up against his stomach.
Mike settled between Will's legs, his own arousal straining but ignored for now.
He leaned in, breath warm against the sensitive skin, and pressed a kiss to the base before his tongue licked a slow path up the length.
Will's head fell back, a quiet moan escaping as Mike's lips wrapped around the tip, sucking lightly. He took Will in gradually, mouth hot and wet, tongue pressing flat against the underside as he bobbed his head.
Saliva coated the shaft, making each slide smoother, deeper. Will's hips twitched, but he held back, hands fisting the sheets instead of grabbing Mike's hair — letting Mike set the pace but whispering, “Yeah, like that,” when Mike hollowed his cheeks.
Mike's hand joined in, fingers wrapping around the base to stroke what his mouth couldn't reach, twisting gently on the upstroke.
He hummed around Will's cock, the vibration drawing a sharper gasp from Will, who bit his lip to stifle louder sounds.
Precum leaked steadily, salty on Mike's tongue, and he swallowed around the head, taking Will to the back of his throat with careful ease.
As Will's breathing grew ragged, Mike pulled off with a wet pop.
His free hand ventured lower, fingers circling Will's entrance, teasing the tight ring of muscle. “Can I?” Mike asked, voice rough, looking up.
Will nodded, spreading his legs wider. “Please.” Mike reached for the lube they'd stashed in the nightstand drawer ages ago, slicking his fingers generously.
He returned to sucking Will's cock, shallower now, as his index finger pressed in slowly, breaching the resistance with steady pressure. Will tensed at first, then relaxed, pushing back slightly onto the intrusion.
Mike worked him open methodically, adding a second finger when Will's moans turned needy, scissoring them to stretch the soft walls.
He curled them, brushing that spot inside that made Will's back arch, cock twitching in Mike's mouth.
“Fuck, Mike—right there,” Will panted, his hand finally finding Mike's hair, not pulling but holding, guiding the rhythm subtly.
A third finger joined, thrusting in time with Mike's sucking, the sounds filling the basement: wet slurps, the squelch of fingers in lube, Will's breathy whimpers.
Mike left another love bite on Will's inner thigh, sucking hard enough to mark the pale skin red, a bruise that would linger. Will's body trembled, close but not there yet, as Mike pulled his fingers free and released his cock with a final lick.
“Need you,” Will said, voice steady despite the flush on his cheeks, rolling onto his stomach and pushing up onto his knees. He glanced back over his shoulder, eyes locked on Mike's. “Like this.” It wasn't bold or shy — just direct, Will taking control in the way he positioned himself, ass presented invitingly.
Mike stripped quickly, his cock hard and leaking as he knelt behind Will, slicking himself with more lube.
He gripped Will's hips lightly, lining up and pressing the tip against his entrance. “Tell me if it's too much,” he murmured, though Will just nodded, pushing back to ease the head inside.
The stretch burned at first, Will's hole clenching around the intrusion, but Mike went slow, inching in with shallow thrusts until he was fully seated, balls pressed against Will's.
They both stilled, breathing hard, Mike's hands roaming Will's sides soothingly.
Then Will rocked back, setting the pace, and Mike followed, pulling out halfway before sliding back in.
Will's power bottom nature shone through — he dictated the rhythm, grinding down when Mike thrust up, chasing the angle that hit his prostate. “Harder,” he gasped, one hand reaching back to grip Mike's thigh, urging him deeper.
Mike obliged, snapping his hips forward with controlled force, the slap of skin on skin echoing softly.
Mike leaned over Will's back, mouth finding his neck to suck another love bite into the skin there, teeth grazing as he pounded in.
Will moaned louder now, unrestrained, his cock trapped against the mattress, leaking onto the sheets.
Mike's hand wrapped around to stroke him in time with his thrusts, thumb circling the head.
The pace built, Will's demands turning to pleas “Faster, Mike, don't stop,” as he clenched around Mike's cock, pulling him deeper.
Mike's own release coiled tight, but he focused on Will, angling his hips to drag over that spot relentlessly. Sweat slicked their bodies, the air thick with the scent of sex and lube.
Will came first, crying out Mike's name as his cock pulsed in Mike's fist, cum spilling hot over his fingers and the mattress.
The tight squeeze pushed Mike over the edge, he buried himself deep, groaning as he filled Will with thick spurts, hips jerking erratically.
They collapsed together, Mike still inside as he peppered Will's shoulder with softer kisses, one last faint love bite on the nape of his neck.
Panting, Will turned his head for a lazy kiss, smiling against Mike's lips. “No more Carltons,” he murmured.
Mike chuckled, pulling out carefully and gathering Will close under the blankets.