this mess was yours (now your mess is mine)

by indraa

Summary:

“Oh, you like that.” Will chuckles, the warm sound flooding Mike’s ears together with that of his heart, currently slamming at full force in his chest. 

 

“Shut up.” Mike says under his breath, a whisper almost, but there’s no real bite to it. He is still not looking at Will. 

 

“No.” Will starts, his voice not trembling one bit. That’s when Mike finally decides to look up, staring at Will with surprised eyes. “You shut up. And listen to me.” 

 

Mike shudders, the hair on his arm raising impossibly fast. A stuttering sigh escapes his lips before he can avoid it. He simply nods, not daring to speak up again. 

Notes:

This fic is my literal baby, and I'm so so so happy to finally post it! Most of the time they did everything on their own and I was just in the cuck chair watching them tbh. I hope you all enjoy it :p A huge thank you to my baby Liv <3 couldn't have done it without you! And thank you to my sweet Emma as well for beta-reading this <3

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It finds ways of daunting him, of following him in the curves of his neck, in the nest of his mind.

 

Ever since he was twelve, it’d found ways to forever confine him. Not in the ways one would fear, vines twirling around and grasping at every limb, choking him until his face bloomed a deep red from the blood-stained tears that escaped his eyes. Luckily, that had definitely come to an end way back when they had undoubtedly managed to kill Henry. 

 

Now, on the night of November 6th 1991, it finds him in the way he is all curled up in bed, breath sputtering in and out of his mouth in a far too chaotic motion, hot trails of tears falling from his eyes, shoulders shaking like crazy. 

 

Even after all these years, the memories send deep shivers down his spine, and he fears he will never truly be free from this curse at all.  

 

Will sits up straight and brings a shaking hand to his chest, trailing it with his eyes as it slips up and down with his rhythmic breathing. 

 

He sighs deeply, his breath still shaky from the tears, silent hiccups occasionally escaping his lips, and gets up to go to the kitchen. He hurries towards the cabinet, where the bottle of whisky is sitting already halfway empty. 

 

He twists the cap with one swift motion and takes a huge gulp straight from the bottle. Lukewarm liquid floods his throat, the heat of it setting his chest on fire. After a few seconds, he tilts the bottle back and sets it on the table. He wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand and sighs heavily, the sound ricocheting on the empty walls of his apartment. 

 

His eyes roam briefly around the room, before he picks the bottle up and goes back to the bedroom, where he sits on the bed. 

 

He takes a deep breath, his fear no longer leaking through his eyes, but still present nonetheless. He can’t help it when his gaze falls onto the mixtape laying on his nightstand. “For Will” stands out written in thick black letters. 

 

He studies the object for a few seconds, before proceeding to take another generous swig from the bottle. Hot tears threaten to spill out once again, as the turmoil of thoughts in his head morphs into the shape of the boy who stole his heart before he even knew what love was. 

 

Will had hated himself for so long, he had become so used to being drenched in self hatred, he had barely managed to realize he had loved Mike for longer than he’d loved himself. Loving Mike was easy, natural, warming. Loving himself was… a mission, a challenge, a battle.  

 

They hadn’t talked in months, not a single call or text, just scattered information gathered from their mutual friends, and all of a sudden it was Lenora all over again. 

 

It had kind of happened naturally, the two of them drifting apart with the shared realization that sometimes loving someone that much means you have got to let them go. 

Yet he is here, sitting cross legged on the edge of his bed, and all he can think about is Mike Wheeler. He can’t help but wonder if Mike had thought of him, too. 

 

The buzz from the alcohol is starting to settle inside his chest, his vision slightly blurring at the edges. He shoots another quick glance at the tape, reminiscing about easier times where Mike had given it to him on that chilly night in November of 1986. 

 

Honestly, there was nothing easy about that period: Will and his family had just moved in with the Wheelers, who had been so kind to provide them with a place to stay now that they were back in Hawkins and literal hell was breaking loose. On the night before November 6th, Mike had come down to the basement, where Will and Jonathan were sleeping every night, and had given Will the tape. 

 

“Something to… distract yourself.” Mike had said, a shy smile painted on his face. “All your favorites are on it! All of mine too! Well, not actually… just songs that made me think of you… I guess that’s the same thing though.” He had started rambling as per usual, his tongue running criminally faster than his brain. Will had stopped him through giggles, had thanked him with glassy eyes and had hugged him. 

 

If only Will could have known that was one of the last hugs he’d ever be receiving from Mike… 

 

He pushes the thought away, pulling the bottle up to his mouth and drinking one last time from it, before slamming it a little too hard on the nightstand, right next to the tape, which rattles violently.

 

He gulps loudly, the strong taste of whisky haunting his tongue, while his head starts to inevitably spin. His shoulders tense up, Will suddenly hunched over himself, and before he knows it, he’s crying again. 

 

“Mike…” he whispers to no one, a broken plea to the darkness. 

 

Minutes have passed, tears still adorn his face, when he gets up to go fetch his shoes from the corner of his room. 

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On the other side of town, there is no way in hell Mike is going to be able to sleep tonight. His mind keeps racing back and forth, thoughts becoming so intricate he finds himself gnawing at the inside of his mouth without realizing. 

 

Next to him, his boyfriend is sleeping peacefully. Mike had asked him to stay over in the hope of distracting himself, of somehow distancing himself from the thought that had been silently haunting him all day, all week even. Much to his despair, he finds himself wide awake nonetheless, eyes fixated on the white ceiling. 

 

It had been almost a year since Mike had finally been able to come to terms with his sexuality. After everything that happened with El, he had been scared to finally open up, to release whatever monster had been nesting inside his head all those years. 

 

When he had finally managed to, it was with his mother first. He had sat her down, tried to swallow the shame and the feeling of impending doom clouding his senses, and he had told her. He told her so much that by the end of it he was out of breath, and a mess, and hurting in all the wrong ways, but all his mother did was offer him a tender, knowing smile, and hugged him tight. 

 

Then came his friends, the party. He had invited them all to hang out at his new apartment, his plan disguised as another regular evening with them. It had taken him all night to muster up the courage to spit it out, almost giving up towards the end. It was when the others were about to leave that he had shouted “Wait, guys, please wait. I have to tell you something…” and had blurted it out the same way you rip off a band aid. “I… I’m gay.” 

 

What came right after was a wave of genuine affection, warm hugs and slippery eyes, blinding smiles and pure pride. After seeing Will being braver than him and coming out in front of so many people at once, and the way his friends had reacted, Mike’s initial fear of being judged faded quickly as he finally let tears stream down his face. 

 

The real trouble had come later that night, when Will had asked him if he still wanted to have a sleepover, to which Mike had earnestly nodded. Everything had seemed normal until the very last minute they got into bed. The rain was slamming hard on the window, the only other sound in the room outside of their synced breaths. Then Will spoke. 

 

“Mike… I- I’m sorry but I need to ask you something.” Mike’s heart had started hammering quickly in his chest, his hands slightly shaking where they were resting by his sides. 

 

“Yeah?” 

 

He was scared. Just because one of his secrets was finally out in the open, it didn’t mean there wasn’t a bigger one hiding right underneath the surface. And Mike was terrified at the mere thought of Will finding out, of seeing him with disgusted eyes for wanting him in that way. Yet, there it was. 

 

“Do you… do you like me, Mike?” 

 

Mike had gulped loudly, his throat suddenly feeling too tight to accommodate for any air at all. “‘Course I do Will. You’re my best friend.”

 

Will had shifted slightly on the mattress, turning to face Mike. 

 

“No, Mike… I mean… Are you in lo-” Will’s words were abruptly cut off by Mike. Mike had spent his entire life damning the way his mouth always seems to run faster than his brain, and now it wasn’t any different. 

 

“Will, I literally just told you! You’re my best friend, ‘course I like you.”  

 

“Oh.” 

 

Mike had woken up to an empty bed the next morning. That’s how their silent drifting apart had started, shaky and terrifying, until it settled into something more final. To love is to let go.

It’s 2 a.m. now and he can’t stop thinking about Will. He lets his eyes flutter shut for just a second, just long enough to picture Will sleeping peacefully. He looks angelic, painted almost. But his heart starts slamming in his chest, loud in his ears, and suddenly all he can think of is Will crying, tossing and turning in bed. 

 

He takes a deep breath and tries his best to ignore the relentless trail of acidic bile that’s coming up and down his throat, almost begging to be released. He shoots a quick look at the boy sleeping next to him, before carefully sitting himself up and getting out of bed. 

 

He looks for his slippers and finds himself imprecating when he can’t find them in the darkness of the room. 

 

“Whatever.” He mutters to himself, before proceeding to leave the room barefoot. 

 

He has been smoking the entire night, yet he still walks over to his rolling supplies to prepare another joint. He hopes smoking more will help him finally pass out, although deep down he knows all the reasons why that is not going to happen. 

 

Once he’s done rolling it, Mike lights the joint and leans over the kitchen counter. Ten, fifteen minutes pass and he doesn’t realize he’s smoked the entire thing until he looks over to his painted fingernails where the joint is completely consumed. He puts it out in the ashtray, before noticing his mouth is as dry as the desert. 

 

He silently lets the kitchen faucet fall open to fill a glass of water, when he hears the gravel outside his house screech. He allows himself one quick sip out of the glass, before hurrying to the front door. 

 

When he opens it, the view before him has him frozen in his spot: it’s Will, dressed in his pajamas and a thick bomber jacket, tears sticking to his pink cheeks like hot glue. 

 

“Will? I-” he breathed out. “What are you do-”. 

 

“P-Please, just let me come in.” Will pleads, almost silently. His eyes beam brightly in the moonlight, and Mike isn’t entirely sure it is normal to find someone so unbelievably beautiful while they cried. 

 

“Okay, yeah, sure.” He moves out of the doorframe and lets Will come through. He simply watches as the older boy proceeds to sit on the orange couch in the middle of the room. 

 

A few moments pass before either of them really says anything, with words at least. Will keeps looking at Mike, who can’t really do anything other than return the gaze, fixating it on his best friend’s tear stained eyes. 

 

God, it’ll always be him, won’t it?

 

Mike can fool anyone but himself. That’s why he finds himself cradled in the “safety” of a relationship at day, and damning himself at night. Because with moonlight comes the tender realization that no one will ever get him the way Will did, the way he still does despite everything. So he tiptoes in the darkness, swaying around feeling weightless in a fantasy that does not really exist. Which can’t exist. 

 

Because best friends are not supposed to hold hands, to share breaths, to live through one another, to shyly look at each other’s lips, to kiss. Yet Mike finds himself enamored with the idea of any of it coming any close to becoming reality. 

 

He bites hard on his tongue until he tastes blood, and he shoots a quick glance towards the bedroom, where his boyfriend is still sleeping, unaware of the current state Mike finds himself in ‘cause of Will. 

 

Will, who is now looking at him, almost expectant. 

 

Mike finally steps closer to him and plops next to him on the couch. The old thing makes a squeaky sound, and Mike accompanies it with a deep sigh, before speaking. 

 

“Hey, are you ok? What happened?” He lifts a tentative hand that ends up landing somewhere between them on the couch. He shoots an embarrassed look at it before bringing it back onto his own lap. 

 

Will is just sitting there, eyes bigger than ever, lips quivering, and is pulling at the hem of his jacket with visible nervousness. 

 

His lips move, so as to speak, but nothing comes out. He’s starting to shake now, and Mike instinctively finds himself getting up to go fetch a blanket from the cabinet next to the couch. 

 

When he finds it, he doesn’t sit back on the couch. Instead, he kneels in front of Will, and proceeds to wrap the thick blue blanket around the other boy’s shoulders. 

 

Will just looks at him from above, his green eyes sending a billion messages at once. Mike returns the look, and suddenly he can feel his stomach churn with something that makes his cheeks flash a hot pink. 

 

“So uh- I…” He rambles. “Is that-is that better?” 

 

God, what the fuck is going on right now. His boyfriend is literally sleeping a mere few feet away from them, and he is about to turn to absolute jello because his (ex???) best friend is simply… looking at him.

 

“Y-yeah, thanks.” Will’s voice is thin in the living room air, but Mike can’t help but notice the tiny smile pulling at the corner of Will’s mouth. 

 

Another moment passes, before Will finally takes a huge breath and blurts it out. 

 

“I had a… nightmare. After all this time, this shit still fucking haunts me.” He pauses, looking at the floor and keeping his gaze there for a while. 

 

“And I thought I had it under control, I really did, but then… I- I-” He looks at Mike now, another tear escaping his left eye and running all the way to his chin. 

 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay Will. I’m here now.”  Mike’s voice is low, almost a whisper, yet filled with the same warmth Will found himself falling for. 

 

Will blinks, his thick, wet lashes releasing a few droplets, but doesn’t stop looking at Mike. He doesn’t help it when his eyes start wandering around the younger boy’s face, studying every freckle, every dimple, his lips. 

 

Mike does not have it in him to look away. He can feel his heart pounding so loud in his chest he is genuinely afraid it could be heard from the outside. His throat suddenly feels tight, as though his lungs are no longer working. He gulps loudly, and this time he’s sure Will heard, because the older boy trails the line along his throat, following the movement and tilting his head with curiosity. 

 

Mike’s eyes widen, and he decides it’s a good decision to speak now. For some reason. 

 

“Listen, Will.” He clears his throat loudly, releasing a little cough. “I know it’s scary and I know it brings back crazy bad memories, but it’s over, ok? He can’t get you anymore. He’s dead.” 

 

Will is looking at him, silently, yet he looks like he wants to scream. He’s not crying anymore, but his pink cheeks are streaky, mismatched. Mike wants to cup his hand around Will’s face and tell him it’ll all be ok.  

 

He smiles at him instead. A warm, tender smile, that shouts “I’m here with you. I’m here for you, even after all this time apart.” 

 

Will scoots closer to the edge of the couch and cleans his face with the sleeve of his coat. He doesn’t look sad, but he’s not smiling either. 

 

“Is there… Anything that I can do to help?” Mike tries, suddenly feeling like all efforts to cheer up his best friend are in vain. 

 

“Yes.” It’s firm, and Mike is almost set back by it. “Hug me.” 

 

Mike can feel his eyes go so wide he’s afraid they might shoot out of their orb. All the blood in his body goes rushing to his cheeks, now looking like someone had just painted them a bright, incriminating red. He struggles to swallow his spit, which sticks to the roof of his mouth like hot soup. His tongue feels way too big for his mouth and he swears he can feel his heart in his throat. 

 

“Uh- hug you?" He stammers. "Uhhhh - yeah, sure!” He doesn’t sound convinced, voice coming out shaky and definitely a little too breathy. 

 

The mere thought of your best friend hugging you should not send shivers down your spine, and it most definitely should not make your entire body shake with an electricity that falls somewhere between dangerous and intoxicating. 

 

A few moments pass before Mike realizes he’s the one who’s supposed to make the first move. Will is still at the edge of the couch, blanket clutched hard between his almost white knuckles. When he finally shifts just lightly to initiate the motion, for a bare moment Mike swears he can read amusement on Will’s face. 

 

Mike, on the other hand, is feeling anything but amused as of right now. The idea of holding Will, even just for a few seconds, tickles him all over with a warmth that feels welcoming, caring. Mike entertains, for his own sake, that all best friends must get this excited before they hug. Hell, Will is probably as excited as him right now! 

 

He shoots another quick uncertain look at Will, who actually looks… calm. A soft curve is resting on his lips, his hair is sticking lightly at his forehead where it mixed with sadness and sweat earlier. His eyes are bright, enchanting, and Mike feels like the luckiest person ever when he realizes Will is still staring at him expectantly. 

 

It’s mere seconds before a breathy laugh fills the living room air, and if Mike wasn’t sure before, he is now: Will is laughing at him. 

 

“Hey! What-” He shoots, defensive as usual. 

 

Will doesn’t let him finish. He shoots him another gleeful look before offering him his hand. 

 

“Jesus Mike, just come here!” He breathes between muffled laughs. 

 

Mike is smiling now, and he feels it all over. The… electricity. He dares look at Will’s hand quickly, his throat itching and burning, his heart shaking with a delightful mixture of fear and anticipation of what’s to come in the next few seconds. 

 

He lifts his own hand up and meets Will, finally cutting the air that had been surrounding them like a thick layer of ice. Immediately, he melts into the warmth that Will’s hand has to offer, avid and needy and a bunch more things that he’s certain he’s not allowed to think about his best friend. 

 

It happens really fast, faster than Mike can register it before it simply unravels before him: Will pulls him up towards the couch, barely any effort needed into lifting him and positioning him impossibly close to his own body. The couch squeaks under the weight of both boys, but neither of them registers it. Mike lets out a huffed, surprised sigh, and Will shoots him a warm smile in return. 

 

All of a sudden, he doesn’t know where he ends and where Will begins. Their knees are clashing against each other, the fabric of their pajamas mixing up. He can feel the heat radiating off of Will, or maybe it is his own body heat dissolving in the air around them. 

 

Will holds his hand a second longer, before letting go. Mike immediately regrets allowing him to, the skin on his fingers burning where Will had been holding him moments before. 

 

Instead, Will lunges forward, arms wrapping around Mike’s neck. The movement is quick, yet calculated. Mike’s breath hitches in his throat with the realization that he can feel Will breathe on the extremity of his neck, dangerously close to his earlobe. 

 

Mike smells the liquor on him immediately, but cannot blame Will at all. After all, he is currently almost too stoned to form a coherent thought himself. 

 

His own breath is caught somewhere between his lungs and his throat, eventually coming out in one big shaky breath that Will can’t help but notice. 

 

Mike lets his own arms wander around Will’s figure, allowing himself to drown in the all-too-familiar sweetness that takes over him whenever he let his guard down around Will. He can feel his heart slamming unmercifully against his ribcage, loud, rhythmic, shameful even. The vicinity is inebriating, a breath of fresh air after what felt like holding your breath for definitely too long.

 

Mike can’t help but think that this hug is helping him more than it is helping Will. He presses ever so slightly, tightening the grip on Will’s back; he can feel the older boy smiling in the crook of his neck. His breath catches when Will suddenly starts tracing along the line of his spine, fingers moving up and down as they do when he’s lost in a painting. 

 

He lets him. 

 

His eyes flutter shut, and he inhales deeply in an attempt to capture the whole of Will’s smell, that sweet, mind-boggling concoction of his shower gel and Joyce’s fabric softener. A tiny hum escapes his nervous lips when he feels Will shift ever so slightly from next to him. 

 

He swears he stops breathing when Will’s hand reaches for his hair, long, messy and tangled in all the right ways, dark loops around Will’s pale, cold drenched fingertips. Only now is Will noticing how much longer it is since the last time they saw each other, almost a year ago now.

 

He lets him. 

 

And how could he not? Mike is drunk on the feeling of being caressed by Will, of being so impossibly close that he can literally feel him breathing down his neck and, occasionally, in proximity of his ear. 

 

Then Will speaks, voice so incredibly low, and Mike can feel the words tickle him in spots that make him tender, vulnerable. 

 

“Thank you.” 

 

It’s a whisper, a simple exchange, but the air between them is tense, like a string being pulled from both extremities. Mike is scared that it’s going to break when Will curls his hair one last time, before breaking the hug and placing both his arms on his shoulders. 

 

Will is now sitting right in front of him, definitely too pretty and all Mike can think of is how he wants to kiss him stupid right there and then. “You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you” he almost says, but he can’t. Of course he can’t. 

 

He can’t help it when his eyes speed to the other boy’s lips, pink and slightly chapped. He studies them with meticulosity, tracing the outline with his gaze. Will’s hands are still on his shoulders, occasionally squeezing so as to remind him that he’s still there. 

 

When he realizes how long he’s been staring for, it’s too late. He finally looks up to his friend, just to find Will studying him even harder. His eyes are attentive, slow on his every connotation, every freckle, every line in his face. Will traces the outline of his face before settling on his eyes. He can feel Will dig, every look deeper than the one before, every movement calculated. 

 

He swears he sees something flicker in Will’s eyes, before he sees them trail along the bridge of his nose, all the way down to his lips. Mike freezes, unable to react. All he can do is acknowledge the color rising to his face, betraying him in every possible way. 

 

Will doesn’t avert his gaze. Instead, he lingers, one, two, three seconds too long and Mike is starting to feel like this has to be intentional. But it can’t be, right? 

 

He can feel Will’s hands on his shoulders, still present, grounding him to the couch under him and to the bitter realization that he is exactly where he wants to be right now.

 

Mike can’t take it anymore when he feels Will’s hands slowly trail alongside his torso again, all the way down his sides. His body jerks up straight and he suddenly finds himself standing up. His shoulders are tense now, heaving with fractured breaths that escape his lips rhythmically, not making sense. 

 

“Do you-uhm…” He clears his throat loudly, feeling betrayed at the way his voice comes out all wobbly. “Do you want some water or something?”

 

“Kinda looks like you need it more than me, Mike.” Will lets the words out along a tiny chuckle. 

 

There’s no escaping it now. Mike’s cheeks turn a bright crimson before he can even think to utter a response to Will, who’s subtly grinning at him. He nervously passes a hand through his hair, the same hair Will had been holding not so long ago. It falls freely on Mike's shoulders, the black curls knotting into one another around his beautifully blushed face.

 

“I- I do not!” He half-shouts, immediately covering his mouth with his hand after. His mind trails to his boyfriend, sleeping in the other room. He rolls his eyes dramatically, before continuing, a sense of urgency in his voice. “Forget it, I’m going to the bathroom.” 

 

He can feel Will’s eyes following him all the way through the living room, until he disappears in the corridor that leads to the bathroom. 

 

Mike’s heart is still racing relentlessly, and at this point he is almost certain that he’s going to throw up. Once he reaches the bathroom, he misses the light switch at least three times before finally centering it with his shaky hands. 

 

“Fuck.” He mutters, as the cold light floods the bathroom. He doesn’t lock the door, and he will soon discover that to be his second mistake of the night. The first was letting Will in. 

 

He stammers towards the sink, breath still caught in his throat. He stops in front of the mirror and focuses on the way his shoulders shift upwards and downwards with every breath. 

 

His mind trails back to Will, to his warm and soft hands, the way they held him at his waist and tugged gently at his hair. And then he thinks of his lips, of how impossibly soft they look, of how inviting they felt when they grazed Mike’s neck during the hug. 

 

He lets his eyes fall shut for a second, and still all he can see is Will. He wishes he could go back to the hug, just to melt into the other boy’s touch, to stare once again into those eyes that are capable of completely undressing him of all worries. 

 

He doesn’t know how long he stands there, hands grabbing hard at the corners of the sink, knuckles turning white at the pressure. His mind wanders through every forbidden corner, every stolen glance, every secret feeling, a staggering wave of guilt mixing up with the pool of undeniable heat forming in his lower stomach. 

 

He startles when he hears a gentle knock at the door. 

 

“Hey, Mike?” It's Will, and he must be really close to the door judging by the way his voice is thin but clear. “Are you ok?” 

 

That’s when Mike realizes he’s probably been in the bathroom a minute too long, fantasizing about his best friend’s hands all over him. 

 

“Uh, yeah! Yeah!” He snaps back to reality, brushing a quick hand through his hair. 

 

A beat of silence, then Will speaks again. 

 

“Can I… come in? I know you didn’t lock the door.”

 

Shit. He damns himself mentally for it, but more so for not hesitating a second and storming towards the bathroom door to open it. His eyes are met with Will’s, and suddenly he’s not so sure this is a good idea anymore. Will has got a tender look in his eyes, a look that’s got Mike all wobbly in his knees and completely lost in thought. He is not wearing his coat anymore, an old The Clash t-shirt hugging his frame instead.

 

When a few seconds pass and Mike doesn’t budge from the door frame, Will takes a tentative step towards him. “So…” He starts, his eyes slowly studying Mike’s facial features – first his eyes, then his rosy cheeks, then his lips. “Are you gonna let me in or what?” 

 

For some seemingly inexplicable reason, Will’s words send shivers down his spine. He takes a couple of slow, steady steps back, until he’s met with the cold sink once again. He gulps loudly and grimaces at the way Will just watches his Adam’s apple bobble in his throat. 

 

Why does he look almost… amused? 

 

Mike doesn’t quite get the time to register what is happening, because Will is coming in the room right after him and shutting the door behind him, locking it this time. What is he doing? 

“So… what are you doing in here?” Will’s voice is calm, back to its regular mixture of sweetness and appalling firmness. He scans Mike's face, and when he realizes he might not get a response, he pushes. “It’s been like 15 minutes.” 

 

Mike can still hear his heart stammer in his chest, the space between their bodies definitely too small, being the bathroom the smallest room of the house, conveniently. He opens his mouth so as to speak, trying to think of a thousand different excuses. 

 

I was thinking about you. He wants to say it, he really does, and his body shows it in the way his cheeks briefly catch on fire. 

 

“Oh, I was just… thinking? And then I got distracted. You know how it is. You start thinking of one thing and then – poof, you’re thinking of another, you know?” Shit. What is he even saying right now? 

 

Will must find humor in this entire situation, because he simply smiles and takes a single step towards Mike. “Thinking about what?” 

 

The smile lingers for a few seconds, before it’s once again replaced by a studying gaze. 

 

Mike is hyper aware of himself right now. He can feel tiny droplets of sweat creep up his forehead, the same way he can feel his throat ache like dry sandpaper. 

 

He can also feel Will’s eyes on him, and in that moment he wishes he could forget all about the dreadful question hanging in the air between them and just… kiss him. 

 

Everything could be as easy as a kiss. However, deep down Mike knows that there’s nothing easy about wanting to so desperately kiss your childhood best friend until you both end up gasping for air. 

 

“Oh, you know, just regular thinking stuff, I guess.” His voice is shaky, corrupted by the lies that Mike keeps on telling, both to himself and to his friend, who is still standing so dangerously close to him in the tiny bathroom. 

 

Will smiles at him, again. His eyes beam in the rough neon light that stands high up above them. 

 

“You know, Mike.” He starts, and Mike swears he sees him shift a little closer. “It’s not a sin to use your imagination.” 

 

Mike’s tongue is stuck to his palate like a magnet to a fridge, and his efforts to swallow fail miserably when he realizes he doesn’t have any saliva left in his mouth. His lips are parted, filled with tiny, shaky breaths that escape them, taking shy turns. 

 

He suddenly realizes he is still leaning onto the sink, body slightly crouched so as to be able to look at Will at eye level. Mike’s shame fills his stomach quickly when he realizes he’s been doing this for as long as he can remember, since they were teens probably. There was something about looking at Will not from above, or below – although he would love that, wouldn’t he – something that made Mike want to fully turn into a ball of pathetic mush. 

 

Will is definitely moving towards him now, his movements steady and calculated. He takes another step towards him, and the tip of their toes are almost touching now. He lifts an arm, briefly swings it in the air until his index finger lands on Mike’s arm. A beat passes before he starts drawing in tiny, circular motions on the pale skin. 

 

Mike’s breath hitches in his throat. Will takes a quick look where his finger just landed on his friend’s arm, before trailing back to Mike’s eyes. His gaze is firm, not faltering for a single moment. 

 

“What I mean is… you’re not the only one using it.”

 

Mike is aware that Will is smiling at him, standing there looking perfect while all hell breaks loose within him. Is Will… flirting with him? 

 

The brief thought goes away immediately when Mike quickly shakes his head, so as to rid himself of the idiotic question. 

 

He’s terrified of his own voice betraying him, given the way his chest is heavy and his breaths are all scattered around his mouth. 

 

“I… W-What?” His eyes are not on Will anymore, they can’t be, not right now. Not when he’s feeling so vulnerable, so exposed, so… turned on. 

 

Will’s hand gently squeezes where he was touching Mike before, then he inches closer to Mike’s ear. His free hand falls on the sink behind Mike, who suddenly finds himself trapped between the bathroom counter and Will. 

 

“Are we really gonna keep lying to each other, Mike?” Will’s voice is a bare whisper, hot air flowing into Mike’s ear, flooding his senses in a shocking, electrifying wave. He shudders, goosebumps decorating his arms like flowers in a spring field. 

 

Mike gasps when he feels Will’s warm mouth graze his ear. He gently brushes his lips against his earlobe, not doing anything specific other than breathing and blowing hot air onto Mike’s neck. 

 

“Will… You’re drunk.” His voice comes out low, strained. His heart is slamming so hard against his ribcage that his ears briefly muffle all sounds coming from outside, until all he can hear is what sounds like explosions within him.  

 

Shit, Will is flirting with him. 

 

Will doesn’t move away from his newly found position by Mike’s ear. If anything, he locks his opposite arm on the sink right where his friend’s frame ends, balancing himself while Mike is basically standing between his legs. “And you’re high.” 

 

Mike is about to speak again, when Will suddenly bites at his earlobe. The shockwave travels from Mike’s head, runs through his chest, scrams through his stomach and lands directly on his dick. His eyes flutter shut within seconds and he finds himself doing one of those breathing exercises he’d learned for his panic attacks. 

 

He gulps loudly, the saliva so thick in his mouth he’s afraid he might choke. He shortly bites at the inside of his mouth, poking at the same spot a couple of times, before mastering the ability to speak again. 

 

“Will, wait…” His voice is pleading, despite the words he utters. “What are you doing?” He lets out a small sigh, his eyes still pressed shut. 

 

Will smiles briefly, and Mike can feel it against his own skin, alongside Will’s warm breath, still caressing him with a rhythmic release. Then, without any warning whatsoever, Will slowly licks at his earlobe, right before finally speaking. 

 

“Distracting myself. Wanna help?” 

 

The sound that comes out of Mike is the most embarrassing thing he has ever heard in his entire life, falling somewhere between a whimper and a plea for more. His eyes finally shoot open, black irises scanning the space before him. He’s not entirely sure he even fully registers Will’s words, because he is too worried trying to regulate his breathing, which has now become dangerously fast and ragged in his throat. The other thing he is extremely worried about is Will finding out how much he is truly enjoying this. 

 

He is still all too aware of his best friend’s tongue navigating the free space on his freckle-tainted skin. He searches around his mouth for any trace left of saliva, then proceeds to use it to dampen his lower lip, before biting it firmly. 

 

“Will, we – I can’t… he’s…” A breath. “He’s in the other room.”  

 

Mike expects Will to pull back almost immediately, muttering some sort of apology and then leaving him there, in that bathroom, with a boner and a trillion questions. 

 

But Will doesn’t. Instead, Mike can feel him smile against his exposed skin. He can quickly feel a huff of Will’s warm breath caress his neck once again, before he hears him speak. 

 

“I know. I saw his shoes by the door when I came in.” 

 

Mike’s eyes almost shoot out of his head with the realization that Will is doing this all on purpose. He is super aware of his best friend’s body, almost fully connected to his in more than one way. Parts of him are terrified that Will might be able to hear his heart beat violently, or worse, feel his dick being embarrassingly hard in his pants right now. 

 

As if Will could hear his thoughts, he licks his earlobe again. A pleading sound escapes Mike’s lips before he can even register the way his mouth has fallen open. Boiling heat floods to his cheeks, and all of a sudden he wishes he could disappear. 

 

He can feel his pants growing smaller and smaller around him. He lets out a prolonged sigh, so as to release all the pressure that he’s feeling on the inside. Will must register it because he starts trailing along his ear, following the sharp line of his jaw, all the way down to his neck. He doesn’t kiss or bite, he simply lingers, breath hot and heavy. 

 

“Fuck… Will… ” It escapes his lips like a sin, a silent yell for more. 

 

Finally, Will drops an innocent kiss on his neck. “I don’t give a fuck about your boyfriend, Mike.”

 

 

Another kiss.

 

 

“I only care about you. So, if you want me to stop, I will.”

 

 

Another kiss.

 

 

“I just need you to tell me.” 

 

 

A shudder runs through Mike’s entire body. His mind fills up with a sweet mixture of adrenaline, want and need. Will is standing merely two inches away from his face, breathing rhythmically in the crook of his neck. Mike would just need to slightly lower his head, and their faces would be one in front of the other. 

 

The silence that envelops the room is thick, nauseating. Mike doesn’t know what to focus on right now: Will, who is still attached to his neck, his heart, beating so loud in his chest it feels like it will rip right through, his head, spinning while completely intoxicated by Will’s words, or his dick, now shamelessly hard against his best friend’s leg. 

 

Will must be growing impatient, because he presses another kiss on Mike’s neck, this time more urgent, less careful. He feels Mike tense under his touch, as another breath escapes his lips. 

 

“C’mon Mike…” Mike can feel Will slightly shift from his position, his head just barely tilting upwards. “Tell me.” His voice is low but soft at the same time, barely above a whisper. 

 

Mike gulps loudly at the quiver that his friend’s words send running through his spine. He gives his bottom lip a quick lick, before quietly shaking his head. 

 

“Don’t want to…” His voice comes out in the shape of a thin thread, shaky and stained with all shades of desire. 

 

Will can’t help it when he instinctively smiles at Mike’s words. He dares to bite his earlobe again, his teeth avidly pulling at the skin on his friend’s ear. He is still smiling, his lips twitched into a heavily pleased expression. He swears he can feel Mike hold his breath for a couple seconds after that. Then, he speaks. 

 

“Will… kiss me, please.” His face inches lower towards Will’s. “Now.” 

 

Will’s previously tender smile suddenly turns devious. He looks up at Mike through his thick lashes, green irises drenched in amusement. He props himself up just enough to be right in front of Mike’s lips, his left hand coming to rest in the middle of Mike’s chest. 

 

It’s mere seconds before Will's eyes grow wide, and then the same devious smile appears beaming on his face. 

 

“Am I… doing this to you right now?” His eyes trail to his own hand on Mike’s sternum, noticing the way his fingers rise upwards and fall downwards with the way the younger boy is breathing. “Your heart… it’s–”. 

 

“Yeah.” Mike huffs out, not giving it any second thought. He reckons Will figuring that part out is definitely better than Will figuring out whatever the hell is going on in his pants right now, anyway. He gets slightly flushed at the thought, ears burning, and he shortly lets his eyes flutter shut, squeezing them tightly for a moment, before opening them again. He gently tilts his head down. 

 

Will is still standing right in front of him, their noses now almost brushing. His eyes are locked on Mike’s, unforgivably green and hungry. Mike doesn’t have it in him to look away when he sees his best friend’s eyes move to his lips, scanning so as to search for something. 

 

Something inconceivably warm suddenly grows inside him, spreading all the way from his chest, reaching every limb, cavity, tissue. Before he knows it, his right hand is cupping Will’s face. The contact itself makes Mike shiver: Will’s skin is impossibly soft, warm and colored in all of his favorite shades of pink. Will’s eyes trail back to his, his gaze so delicate Mike might as well get lost in it. 

 

“Fuck it.” He mutters it under his breath, the same way you silently curse yourself when you know you’re about to do something that will get you in trouble later, but that you can’t resist either way.

 

Mike cuts the distance between them, at last. The contact is messy, desperate. Will’s lips emanate that kind of sweetness that gets Mike immediately drunk on it, chasing it with every hurried motion of their mouths clashing together. 

 

Mike hums into the kiss and presses his lips harder onto Will’s, who reciprocates by hungrily licking his lower lip. Mike lets his mouth fall slightly open, their tongues meeting in the middle. Will tastes like tobacco and whisky, his lips melting onto Mike’s like they always belonged there. 

 

Will’s hands find Mike’s hair almost instinctively, the strands curling messily around his fingers. He waits a few seconds, their tongues dancing together relentlessly, and then tugs hard at his hair. A loud groan escapes Mike’s lips, before he requites by biting hard at Will’s bottom lip. The older boy full on moans at the action, and Mike takes it as an invitation to do more. 

 

He kisses Will a while longer, then slowly starts tracing his jawline with his lips, not kissing, simply hovering, the same way Will had done with him earlier. He can hear Will’s breathing grow more labored with every passing second, stopping abruptly when Mike proceeds to lick a portion of his neck. 

 

Mike’s mouth keeps working at the spot on his neck, now sucking on it, his saliva glistening in the harsh bathroom light. Will’s breathing is picking up again, and he’s occasionally gasping whenever Mike dares bite at the tender skin. 

 

After a few moments, Mike slowly pulls away from the other boy’s neck, gaze immediately falling to the darkening spot on Will’s skin. He feels his own breath stutter in his throat, the vision before his eyes almost too much to take in all at once. His eyes snap up and meet Will’s, which were already glued to Mike’s face. He’s incapable of holding eye contact for too long, already moving back towards Will’s lips to continue what he had started a couple minutes before. 

 

His mouth clashes back onto Will’s, the touch desperate, searching, begging, while his hands now roam down Will’s torso and stop right at the band of his pajama pants. He starts playing with it, pulling at it slightly, but he doesn’t get very far before Will growls into his mouth and yanks him backwards by the hair. 

 

“Nuh-uh, not so fast.” Will smiles as he utters the words, then licks slowly at his bottom lip, his gaze transfixed at Mike’s blown eyes. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, pretty boy.” 

 

Mike’s eyes grow impossibly wide as his mind tries to wrap around the words he just heard. 

 

Pretty boy. 

 

He feels the heat rise to his face inhumanly fast, his freckles swimming in pink before he can register it. He feels a magnetic pull to the floor as his eyes hastily snap towards it and don’t dare look back up for the following seconds, embarrassment flooding his system. 

 

“Oh, you like that.” Will chuckles, the warm sound flooding Mike’s ears together with that of his heart, currently slamming at full force in his chest. 

 

“Shut up.” Mike says under his breath, a whisper almost, but there’s no real bite to it. He is still not looking at Will. 

 

“No.” Will starts, his voice not trembling one bit. That’s when Mike finally decides to look up, staring at Will with surprised eyes. “You shut up. And listen to me.” 

 

Mike shudders, the hair on his arm raising impossibly fast. A stuttering sigh escapes his lips before he can avoid it. He simply nods, not daring to speak up again. 

 

Will’s lips twitch upwards briefly, before he speaks again. “Right, here’s what’s gonna happen, pretty boy.” He repeats. Mike blushes, again. “You are going to keep your hands to yourself. I wanna have fun as well. Sit on the counter.” 

 

Mike gulps loudly, and can feel his hands tremble where they go to lean on the counter. This time, he doesn’t break eye contact, staring right into Will’s green eyes as he hops on the counter and sits in front of him, his long legs dangling off the edge. 

 

Will allows himself a couple seconds, staring at Mike up and down, taking in the scene before his eyes: Mike is already unraveling and he hasn’t even touched him yet. Then, he stands right in front of him, both his hands falling on top of Mike’s legs, spreading them wide to position himself in between them. A wicked smile paints Will’s features when he speaks. 

 

“My turn.” 

 

He doesn’t give Mike any time to react, suddenly surging forward until his lips connect with the base of Mike’s jaw. At first, he leaves a small, calculated kiss on the skin, barely applying any pressure to it, and he feels Mike shiver under his touch. Then, without any warning, he trails the entire area with his tongue. Mike moans loudly, feeling very much like putty at the hands of Will right now. 

 

Will’s hands are still on Mike’s legs, roaming everywhere as his mouth is attached to his neck. He sucks avidly at the skin, starting with one spot, then immediately moving to another one. Will doesn’t stop hovering over Mike, his neck shimmering with saliva as more strangled noises come out of his mouth. 

 

Will steps back, eyes impossibly green, and looks at his creation for a couple seconds, before speaking again. 

 

“This.” He lightly grips at Mike’s t-shirt. “Off.” 

 

Mike simply complies, his hands flying to the hem of his t-shirt to pull it off in a hurried motion. He lets it fall on the floor by their feet, and silently stares at Will, impatiently craving his closeness again. In front of him, Will’s eyes are wandering on Mike’s torso, taking in every detail that he was never allowed to see until this very moment. However, it’s not long before Will is back on him again, painting the untouched skin with his mouth, red splotches blooming like spring flowers all over Mike’s figure. 

 

Will knows damn well how greedy he is being right now, the scent of Mike’s skin flooding his senses, but he can’t bring himself to care as his mouth continues to move towards Mike’s lower stomach. Will kisses and bites the skin there, beaming at the way Mike occasionally cries out when it gets too much. Will’s hands are now dangerously close to Mike’s crotch, the fabric of his pajama doing absolutely nothing to hide his growing boner. He pinches at the skin there, his nails digging into the flesh. Mike is startled by the motion, and before he knows it he’s whimpering. 

 

Will can’t help the breathless chuckle that escapes his lips. “What’s wrong, pretty boy?” 

 

Mike briefly throws his head back, almost slamming it directly into the mirror behind him, before looking at Will again. He bites his lower lip, his huge puppy eyes gawking at Will in a silent plea. 

 

“Will… please.” His voice comes out thin, shaking with a mixture of emotions. He swallows hard, an expression on his face that almost tells he’s scared to speak up. “I need more.” 

 

“What, Mike? I can’t hear you.” 

 

Will is pushing him and Mike keeps falling into his traps, inevitably yet eagerly. 

 

“I-I need you, Will. Please.”

 

Will smiles briefly, his mind rewinding to ten minutes before when Mike wasn't sure this was a good idea. He gets up to look at him, really look at him, their eyes intertwined as their breaths mingle with one another from how close they are standing to each other.

 

"Take your pants off." Will commands, his voice tainted with lust.

 

It's mere seconds before Mike is flying off the counter, his pajama pants being shoved down his legs at an incredible speed. His hands stop at the band of his boxers, the front of them already drenched in precum. His eyes snap up to where Will is standing, his mouth slightly open as he's staring at Mike's erection, the shape of his dick plastered onto the tightening boxers. Mike blushes embarrassingly fast under Will's scrutiny. He sees Will swallow hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

 

"Those too." Will's eyes remain trained on him, a thrilling blend of arousal and anticipation swimming in his green irises. He licks his lips as he tries to ignore the way his own dick is twitching in his pants at the mere sight in front of him. After all these years, Mike still has the same effect on him. And after all these years, Will still hasn't found a way to accept that it's not a sin to love someone more than you'll ever love yourself.

 

Will feels his eyes widen as soon as Mike's cock springs free of the fabric oppressing it, slamming against his stomach. The reddened tip is leaking with precum, and Mike instinctively runs his thumb over it, hissing at the sensitive contact. Will's mouth falls open, but nothing comes out for a few seconds. He gulps again, before taking a step towards Mike.

 

"Don't touch yourself."

 

Mike's gaze shifts, pure devotion flooding his pupils as he finds himself nodding frantically.

 

"Where do you want me?" He masters, voice as thin as a thread in the charged air around them.

 

Will takes a deep breath, his eyes falling shut for a brief moment. "Fuck, Mike."

 

He takes a quick look around the room, his eyes landing on the wall opposite the mirror. His right hand shoots up to Mike's shoulder and gently shoves him, until his back collides with the wall with a light thud. Mike's breath hitches in his throat, incapable of breaking eye contact with Will as he starts lowering himself towards his dick. Will is peppering him with wet kisses everywhere, while Mike simply gapes at him and whines in anticipation.

 

When Will finally reaches Mike's dick, he looks at it for a few seconds, wonder plastered on his face, then he wraps a tight hand around it. He registers Mike's reaction immediately, the other boy tensing under his touch, while also shaking for more. Before too long, Will trails the entire length with his tongue, from the bottom all the way to the top. Once he reaches the tip, he plants a wet kiss on it.

 

"Will…" Mike pleads, his hips involuntarily thrusting forward to seek any kind of friction. "Please…"

 

Will simply smiles at him, and Mike cannot help but think that he looks so beautiful like this, on his knees for him. He has lived this moment many times before in his dreams, yet nothing compares to what he's feeling now that he's actually experiencing it.

 

"Lift your leg for me, baby."

 

Mike doesn't understand Will's request, but never in his life has he trusted someone more than he trusts Will right now. So, he does what he's told. Obviously. He lifts his left leg, which is immediately met with Will's hand, gripping at it so as to hold it mid-air. He looks at Will once again, their eyes never leaving each other, and before he knows it, Will's face disappears between his ass cheeks. He has a couple seconds until he feels Will's warm tongue fill him up.

 

"Holy shit, Will… Fuck!" He practically shouts, seemingly not giving a single shit about the person sleeping literally two doors down. He is too overwhelmed to care, pleasure hitting him deeply as Will continues to eat him out. He is not shy, his tongue working rhythmically at Mike's hole, licking all around it, sucking at it, and then burrowing itself as deep as possible inside of Mike.

 

The sounds leaving Mike's mouth at this point are intelligible, a delightful mix of moaning and whining. His dick is twitching hard, and Mike's hand almost wants to reach for it, to allow himself an ounce of relief right now. But his mind trails back to Will's words and he doesn't dare move. Instead, he whimpers out loud, words leaving his mouth like a prayer.

 

"God, please, Will."

 

He's not even sure what its being asked of him, but the look on Mike's face is enough for Will to break. Mike's pupils are blown wide, while his cheeks are covered in a dark shade of pink, and his lips are apart, remains of spit glistening on them. He gives Mike's hole one last kiss, before dropping the leg he was holding in the air. Will's left hand immediately finds Mike's leg again, while his right hand travels to his pulsating dick. He gives it a couple of strokes, his hand moving up and down at a steady rhythm. Then, without wasting any more time, he takes the tip in his mouth.

 

"Will, oh- oh my God."

 

Mike's hands find his hair immediately after. He doesn't pull at it, instead simply using it to anchor himself. Will's tongue circles around the tip repeatedly, then he proceeds to lick the entire length again, before taking it again in his mouth. This time, he pushes further than just the tip. Mike's hands grip harder at Will's hair, his own head slamming violently against the wall behind him as he tilts it in pleasure. He is moaning loud, the sounds polluting the otherwise quiet air of the house.

 

Will's mouth is warm, and Mike is not sure he has ever experienced anything as good as this. The love of his life is on his knees in front of him and currently making him the happiest man alive. Mike soon realizes that Will has been doing that ever since they have known each other.

 

"Shit, Will." He hisses, his pleasure almost becoming unbearable.

 

That seems to snap Will out of it, his eyes looking up at Mike before taking his dick out of his mouth with a loud plop.

 

"W-What? Why'd you stop?" Mike whines at the loss, his hands letting go of Will's hair.

 

"Eyes in front of you." Will points to the big mirror. "I want you to look at yourself while I make you fall apart for me."

 

At that, Mike's dick gives a violent twitch. Will is still holding it, not missing the way the other boy reacts to his command. He smiles at Mike, pointing once more to the mirror, before diving back in without hesitation. He takes Mike back into his mouth, a sweet mixture of sweat and soap flooding his mouth. Mike's hands fly once again to Will's hair, his fingers gripping at it for dear life as the other boy takes his entire dick into his mouth. Mike feels the tip of it slam against Will throat, just as Will lightly gags on it.

 

"Fuck, Will. I-" He breathes out, his lips slightly trembling. "I'm not gonna last much longer."

 

Will looks up at him, his mouth full, before he empties it just enough to speak back.

 

"No." He sucks avidly at the tip, his tongue circling it mechanically. "Not until I say you can."

 

Mike's eyes widen right away, his eyebrows shooting all the way up his head.

 

"W-Will… I can't." He pleads, his grip on Will's hair becoming stronger by the minute.

 

"Yes, you can. Be a good boy for me, will you? I'll make it worth it."

 

Mike simply grunts at that, his eyes falling shut as his hips involuntarily thrust once again. Will smiles and Mike can literally feel the way Will's lips curve on his dick. He is so overwhelmed that if he lost focus for a single moment, the whole thing would be over within seconds. He wants to keep his eyes shut, not daring to look at Will kneeling in front of him. Will has other plans. He lets go of Mike's cock, looking up at him.

 

"I said eyes in front of you, Mike."

 

Mike shudders, but he doesn't have another option, so he complies, looking straight ahead at his reflection. Will nods and goes back in, taking the entire thing in his mouth, his head bobbing up and down, saliva pooling at the sides. The sounds he is making are nothing but obscene, the rhythmic cadence of it echoing in the room.

 

Mike sighs heavily, and Will can feel the way the muscles in his legs are flexed, surely in an attempt to control his orgasm from exploding at any given moment.

 

After a few more seconds, which to Mike feel like an eternity, Will finally lets go of Mike's dick again, pulling it out of his mouth unceremoniously. He looks up at Mike, who is now looking back at him, and wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand. He gets up in front of Mike, looking at him straight in the eye. Both his hands find Mike's shoulders, pulling him towards where he was standing a second ago and taking his place instead. Now, Will is the one standing with his back to the wall, Mike standing in front of him. He gives Mike one quick peck on the lips, before sliding down the wall and falling to his knees again. Mike expects him to resume what he was doing, which would imply more suffering. Instead, the other boy speaks.

 

"Use me."

 

Will is staring up at him, expectantly.

 

"W-What?" Mike's breath is stammering in his throat, his heartbeat picking up embarrassingly fast anytime Will gives him an order like that.

 

"You heard me, Mike. Do it."

 

Mike's eyes widen even more, if that's possible, as soon as he realizes that Will is actually serious right now. He swallows hard, the saliva almost too thick in his mouth. He looks down at Will's legs, bent on the cold bathroom floor, at his hands resting on his legs. Then, he positions his dick right in front of Will's mouth. Before inching any closer, he speaks.

 

"Can I.. Can I come? Please." His voice is shy, yet drenched in despair.

 

Will steals a glance at Mike's dick, then looks back at Mike. "Yes."

 

That's enough for Mike. He drags the tip of his cock on Will's luscious lips once, twice, three times, before pushing the whole thing in his mouth. Will takes it with ease, his warm mouth welcoming Mike's dick like it had always belonged there. Will remains still, waiting for Mike to start moving. Mike let his hands meet the cold bathroom tiles standing behind Will, anchoring him in place as he starts thrusting into Will's mouth.

 

"Jesus Christ." He mutters as he starts speeding up almost immediately. Mike is drunk on the feeling of Will around him, the warmth of him spreading in every corner of Mike's body. He knows he's not going to last long, the heat pooling low in his stomach as his thrust become more and more erratic.

 

"G-God, feels so good. 'M close."

 

He feels Will hum around him, the sound hitting his dick as he dares to shoot a long glance at the boy beneath him. Will's eyes are filled with tears, while saliva spills from the sides of his mouth. When he sees Mike is looking at him, his eyes roll back into his head.

 

Mike cannot believe this is really happening right now. He keeps eye contact with Will as his hips stutter, a loud broken moan escaping his lips as he comes inside of Will's mouth.

 

"Oh my God, W-Will." He practically shouts.

 

Will's lips instinctively tighten around Mike's dick, the hot, salty liquid flooding the back of his throat. He keeps sucking at it until every last drop is out, circling the tip until Mike pushes at his head. He lets Mike's dick out of his mouth and gets up, now standing at eye level with him. He looks at him straight in the eyes, neither daring to break the contact, and he swallows most of it, making sure to leave a small amount in his mouth.

 

Mike beams at him, a half-lidded smile poking through shyly. Then, before he can register it, Will is approaching him again, their faces dangerously close.

 

"Open."

 

Without doubt, Mike complies. His mouth falls open without requests, acceptance seeping through him as he knows he'd do anything Will tells him to. As soon as he does, Will spits in it.

 

"Taste yourself." He purrs, his eyes never leaving Mike's. He sees Mike swallow, and before he knows it his lips are crashing into Will's, desperate and hungry. It's mere moments before their tongues are dancing together, the flavors in their mouth mixing together effortlessly in a beautiful and intoxicating concoction.

 

A small moan escapes Will's lips, his hands flying instinctively to hold Mike's long hair and gently tug at it, the roughness from earlier faltering lightly. Mike reciprocates by pulling at the hem of Will's t-shirt, a whimper escaping his lips before he breaks the kiss to look him in the eyes, a plea written all over his face. Will understands immediately, even if Mike didn't say anything. He didn't have to.

 

He lets go of Mike's hair and proceeds to take his t-shirt off, throwing it on the ground. Mike's eyes are on him within milliseconds, and Will can see them wandering around his body the same way you'd do when you're staring at a masterpiece in an art museum. Will's breath is wrecked in his throat, his chest rising rhythmically as Mike's eyes practically burn holes through his entire body. His dick aches in his pants, the rigid length of it on full display for Mike to see.

 

"You're…" The words leave his mouth in a hushed whisper, Mike's lips trembling slightly. "You're so beautiful, Will."

 

He doesn't miss the way Will's eyes widen, before his own gravitate naturally towards the bathroom floor once again. He never thought he'd get the chance to say those words out loud. He'd spent most of his life cradled in the safety of his thoughts, as well as his dreams. He could have never imagined he'd actually be able to let Will know one day. That day is today, it is now. And Mike doesn't want to hold back any longer. No more pretending.

 

"Mike…" Will's cheeks are painted a sickening shade of pink, his green eyes still glistening with the remnants of tears from earlier.

 

"I mean it, Will. Please. I'll show you." Mike practically begs, taking a step forward towards Will and dropping to his knees, his hands finding Will's leg and wrapping it tight. "Let me show you. Please."

 

The cadence in Mike's voice, along with the way he is looking at Will through his thick lashes while being crouched in front of him, are almost too much for Will to handle. His eyes widen impossibly, a light scoff escaping his lips before he can control it. He had always known Mike to be a determined person, always fighting to get what he wants, but seeing him go to such extents to show Will lights something inside his stomach, something dangerously addicting.

 

Mike's hands grip hard at Will's leg, the fabric of his pants stretching under his touch. His eyes darken impossibly fast as he sees Will lick his lips, before shooting him a smile and grabbing a fistful of his hair, tugging him upwards to make him stand in front of him.

 

Will sees the look of confusion in Mike's eyes, the distinctive crease of his eyebrows accentuating it. Nevertheless, he stares at Will, devotion scattered all over his features.

 

Whatever he wants, I'll do.

 

A small sigh escapes Will's lips, before he speaks. "Do you want to suck my dick, Mike?"

 

Mike's ears go unbelievably red, yet he finds himself nodding frantically at Will's words.

 

"Words, Mike. Speak."

 

"Y-Yes." Mike's voice is thin, slightly shaky at the edges. He doesn't stop looking at Will in the eye, his almost black irises stuck ahead of him. He feels Will's hand tightening around his hair at the back of his head, mere seconds before getting forcefully yanked by it. Mike yelps in response, a guttural sound rising out of him without shame.

 

"Yes what?" Will's voice, on the other hand, is controlled, and Mike doesn't fail to notice the thread of amusement hanging from it. However, Will's face remains serious, unbothered, as he awaits for Mike to follow his commands like a trained dog.

 

"Yes I wanna suck your dick, Will. Please." He pleads, his voice petulant and charged with need.

 

Will smirks, his hand still gripping at Mike's hair when he starts lowering him until his knees hit the floor again. He finally lets go of Mike's hair, his hand now traveling to cup his face. The skin burns where he is touching him, Mike's cheeks lit on fire through the beautiful pink palette that shows on his face. Will lingers there for a few moments, and then his hands finally find the elastic band of his pajama pants. He doesn't miss the way Mike's eyes rush to look at him, the shape of his erection prominent in front of the other boy's face.

 

He plays with the band of his pants, his fingers pulling at it repeatedly just to let it snap back towards his stomach. Mike sighs impatiently, the hot air brushing Will's skin right above his pelvis. Then, in one simple motion, Will lets both his pants and his boxer fall to the floor, the fabric brushing Mike's skin on the way. Mike gapes at him, letting his eyes explore so as to make sure he is taking in every detail possible. Will's dick is hard and leaking at the tip, a spitting image of how Mike's had been just minutes before.

 

"Go ahead." Will mutters and Mike feels his inhibitions leave his body, Will's voice guiding him and taking him exactly where he wants to be.

 

Mike gulps loudly, the saliva thick in his mouth as it waters in anticipation. He shoots one last glance at Will before redirecting his attention to his needy dick, his eyes roaming around the whole length. He lifts a tentative hand and wraps it around Will's dick. He hears the older boy hiss immediately at the contact, his cock probably aching with how hard it's been this entire time. He gets closer to it agonizingly slow, Will growing slightly impatient under his touch. He then plants a wet kiss on the head, the precum smearing onto his plump lips. He doesn't take it in his mouth just yet. Instead, he lets go of it altogether and retreats back a few feet, his dark eyes immediately going to find Will's.

 

"W-Wait." Mike says.

 

I've been waiting for you my entire life, Will thinks.

 

Will's eyes follow Mike's every movement, so they don't miss the moment he reaches for the hair tie on his wrist. Mike swiftly gathers his long hair and ties it up into a messy ponytail. A few shorter strands of hair creep onto his forehead, hanging loose and curly on his face. He shoots Will a soft smile, before whispering "All done" and going straight back in.

 

As soon as he takes the tip into his mouth, Will's hands find Mike's hair, at first only resting on its head so as to anchor himself. He sighs loudly, a broken moan escaping his mouth, which now rests slightly open. Mike's hands reach for Will's hips, his long fingers digging into the soft skin and using it to stabilize himself as he takes more of Will into his mouth.

 

"M-Mike, fuck." He sighs heavily, his hands gripping harder at Mike's hair. However, the younger boy registers the way Will's hands go slack for a second, the hold faltering for a moment. "Mike, wait… what's -?" His voice is breathy, heavy with lust and need. "Did you get a fucking tongue piercing?"

 

Mike attempts a chuckle, then simply hums in response, the sweet vibration of it traveling through Will's dick. He looks up at Will, his eyes starting to tear up from the way his cock is filling his throat. His head bobs up and down, and soon enough Mike picks up a punishing pace as saliva drools out of his mouth and onto his naked body. He feels his own dick twitch, once again shamelessly hard.

 

He dares push his head further down, Will's cock filling his mouth completely, and before he knows it he's gagging on it. He retreats from it, tears finally falling from his eyes, and looks up at Will, whose chest is heaving with the pure pleasure he was feeling up until a few seconds ago. He doesn't miss the way Will's eyes widen at the sight of his tear-stricken face. Mike merely cocks an eyebrow in response.

 

"God, you're so fucking beautiful when you cry." He breathes in. "Could come just from looking at you."

 

Mike lets out a gasp, his heart rate picking up embarrassingly fast in his chest. He doesn't have it in him to respond using words, not fully trusting his voice not to break while the weight of Will's words sat heavy on his mind. Instead, he doesn't waste any more time, his mouth finding Will's dick again within seconds. He takes all of it in his mouth, mimicking his actions from a few minutes before, and hums in satisfaction as he manages to do it without gagging again.

 

"Shit, Mike. Doing s-so good, princess."

 

Mike whines loudly, the way Will is talking to him making his own dick twitch. One of Will's hands moves from where it was resting on Mike's head, and goes to wrap itself around his ponytail. He knots it around his wrist, the grip on it allowing him to forcefully pull on it. And so he does, pulling on it until he hears Mike moan while he is still sucking his dick. The sounds Mike is making flood Will's senses, together with the overwhelming feeling of finally getting your dick sucked by the love of your life after fantasizing about it for so long. This is more than enough for the heat to start pooling low in his belly.

 

"M-Mike, slow down. I'm…" Will groans, the grip on Mike's hair tightening by the second. "Fuck, Mike."

 

But Mike does not slow down, nor does he intend to. If anything, he picks up the pace even more, his head bobbing up and down relentlessly, his cheeks hollowing out as he takes Will's entire dick with ease now. He looks up at Will, who is already looking at him. He looks absolutely wrecked, his hair plastered to his forehead, his lips apart so at to let oxygen get in. When he feels Will tense up, Mike's eyes instinctively roll back into his head, his lips wrapping even tighter around Will's dick. His painted nails dig into the soft skin of Will's hips, surely leaving marks behind.

 

A few seconds later Will is coming copiously into Mike's mouth, white ribbons shooting down his throat while Will's hips stutter erratically and a loud cry leaves his lips before he can help it. Mike keeps sucking him lazily, the orgasm setting Will's entire body on fire, his head tilted slightly back. Mike makes it his mission to swallow everything Will has to give him right now, his mouth filled with hot cum. He stares at Will through his thick, wet lashes and swallows it all. He doesn't notice the single drop of cum that escapes his lips, traveling all the way down his chin. Neither does Will, his vision still slightly blurry from the orgasm that just rocked through him.

 

However, what happens immediately after is impossible for them to miss. A knock on the bathroom door ricochets off the tiles, loud and insistent. Mike and Will look at each other, sheer panic written across their face as their eyes widen impossibly.

 

"Mike? Who the fuck have you got in there?" Another series of hurried knocks. "Open the fucking door!"

 

Mike moves first. He grabs the closest thing he can find, a small towel, and wraps it quickly around his hips, the shape of his hard cock failing to be hidden by the thin fabric. Behind him, Will is pulling his boxers and pants up. There is no logical explanation for them being in the bathroom together; more evidently, there is no logical explanation for the sounds that broke the silence of the house until a few seconds before. Will braces himself, his hands moving to find the counter and gripping at it, knuckles turning violently white. He huffs out a sigh of shaky air he didn't know he was holding in, then stares right at Mike, who is pacing back and forth in the tiny bathroom.

 

"Mike! Fuck, open the door!"

 

"Shit…" Mike mutters under his breath, so thin that Will almost doesn't catch it. Then, he unlocks the door and opens it very slowly. On the other side, as expected, Mike's boyfriend is standing in front of it, arm still lifted from the banging he was doing on the door. His face is red with anger, chest already heaving up and down as he stares directly at Mike, taking in the sight of him practically naked and very obviously hard. Last but not least, his eyes land on the single drop of cum still visible on Mike's lips and chin. His eyes widen impossibly, the anger radiating off of him.

 

"What the fuck is on your face right now? Mike, is that-?" He spits out, venom taunting his words to the point where he has to interrupt himself. He keeps staring as Mike's right hand hurriedly flies to his lips in an attempt to clean up the very obvious evidence.

 

A little late for that, Mike.

 

Then, his boyfriend's eyes shift to the person behind Mike, landing where Will is standing. Will doesn't miss the way something flickers in his eyes, before a rich laugh fills the air around them.

 

"Oh, you've gotta be fucking kidding me right now!" He scoffs loudly, his eyes going to find Mike again. "Are you fucking serious, Mike? Him?"

 

Leaning against the sink, Will's entire figure stiffens. His breath dances shakily in his throat. A beat of silence passes, until he hears Mike talk.

 

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Him?" He practically shouts, his arms folded over his chest. He is staring at his boyfriend, his dark eyes boring a hole through his skull.

 

"You told me I shouldn't worry about him, Mike! And I find you in here with him, doing what, exactly? What the fuck are you two doing?"

 

Mike takes a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut for a millisecond.

 

"I fucking lied, okay? Is that what you wanna hear? I'm sorry, fuck!" He spurts out, his arms briefly flying in the air before falling flat against his sides. He doesn't notice the way his right hand grazes the knot he made on the towel, doesn't register what is happening before it's falling to the ground, landing by his feet. His boyfriend's eyes land on his hard dick, another sour scoff escaping his lips.

 

"Shit!" Mike yelps, immediately bending down to retrieve the fallen towel.

 

"Go fuck yourself, Mike."

 

Before Mike can say anything, his boyfriend is speeding out the room, slamming the door behind him. Mere seconds later, the front door is shut with violence. Then, silence.

 

Mike slowly lifts his gaze and finds Will's eyes immediately, an uncomfortable expression written all over his face. He shuffles from one foot to the other for a few seconds, before he finally speaks up.

 

"I… Uhm, I should go." His gaze falls to the floor, looking for his discarded t-shirt.

 

Mike's hand finds Will's shoulder immediately, his fingers tightening slightly against Will's bare and warm skin. As if through the magnetic pull they've been victims of since they were younger, their eyes look for each other and lock with a sickening strength.

 

"No. Please, don't." Mike says, his voice a breathy thread hanging very thinly between them. He takes a deep breath, as if to look for something within him. Courage, maybe. "I'm not done with you."

 

Will lets out a quiet gasp, almost ironic considering how loud he'd been until now. He seems to consider Mike's words, the way his mind is swarmed with thoughts visible through the slightly hesitant look on his face. It doesn't last long though, because soon enough he's smiling at Mike, his mischievous grin from earlier coming back to inhabit his features.

 

"Is that so?" Will's eyes are already roaming around Mike's entire body, his tongue sticking out slightly to wet his lips as he admires the boy in front of him.

 

Mike can only nod, his restless hands now moving to find Will's soft hips. As an echo of their previous moment earlier, Mike's nails dig once again into the skin there, the pressure and slight sting of it setting Will's senses on fire. Mike looks at him, really looks, and Will can't help but notice the look of unadulterated hunger coming to life in his pupils.

 

Mike pulls Will closer, their hips meeting, the thin fabric between them doing absolutely nothing to hide how into this they both are. Then, Mike's eyes dart to Will's lips, a quick glance that fails to conceal his unrestrained desire.

 

"Wanna make you feel good, Will." He merely whispers, his hot breath a warm caress onto Will's face. Their lips are dangerously close, yet neither one of them dares inch closer and cut the distance. Their eyes are still locked. "Tell me how. Please. I… I like hearing you say it." Mike's cheeks are on fire at this point, but he doesn't feel as bothered by it as he did earlier. He wants to give in, to give Will everything he's always been meaning to. I don't want to have any more regrets, he thinks to himself as he still gapes at Will, pure devotion dancing in the space around them.

 

Will is staring right back at him, his eyes slightly widening at Mike's sudden honesty. He stopped trying to regulate his breathing a few minutes ago, now letting it dance shakily in his throat as his chest heaves up and down. After a few seconds, a devious smile makes its way back onto his lips. Mike sees him get closer, and thinks he might finally get to kiss him again. However, Will merely hovers over Mike's lips for a moment, still moving until his own lips find Mike's earlobe. His hot breath tickles the sensitive skin, and Mike finds himself instinctively moving his head sideways so as to allow Will better access.

 

When Will's warm tongue finally grazes Mike's earlobe, Mike sighs heavily. More, he wants more. As if Will could hear him, he bites at the soft skin, his teeth gently pulling at the flesh, and then his tongue is back, licking the mark his teeth just left. Mike squirms under Will's touch, an embarrassingly loud moan escaping his lips as Will's left hand comes up to wrap itself around Mike's throat. He tightens his grip, his fingers wrapping around Mike's windpipe. Then, he licks at Mike's earlobe one last time, before whispering in his ear.

 

"You really wanna be a good boy for me, don't you?"

 

Mike can feel every hair on his body rising, a chill running through his spine as he gulps loudly. The lack of oxygen caused by Will's hand, still tightly gripping at his throat, is starting to get to him, his face turning a darker shade of red, his dick getting harder by the second. He wishes he could stay like this forever.

 

"Are you gonna listen to me, pretty boy?"

 

Mike's dick gives a violent twitch, the towel wrapped messily around his waist threatening to fall to the floor once again. Their waists are still leaning against each other, and Mike doesn't miss the way Will's dick is pressing against his, equally as hard. He opens his mouth to try and respond, but nothing comes out, there's no air left in his lungs. Will registers the motion, and slowly untightens the grip on the other boy's neck, until he is finally able to breathe again. Mike takes a deep breath, a small cough escaping his mouth.

 

"Y-Yes, Will. I'll do whatever you ask of me." He says breathlessly, but not any less eagerly.

 

Will simply smiles, and Mike can feel the way his lips curve against the skin of his ear. "Get these pants off of me, then."

 

Mike's hands fly to the hem of Will's pajamas, pulling them and the boxers underneath off in one single motion. Will's dick hits his stomach, the hardness of it on full display. The tip is leaking again, the precum glistening, and Mike can feel his mouth watering once more. Will looks at Mike for a second, his breath shallow in his throat, then proceeds to untie the wobbly knot on Mike's towel. He merely watches as Mike's own cock springs free, the hardness of it matching Will's.

 

"Come closer." Will commands, his voice warm and low.

 

Mike can only comply. He steps closer to Will, their eyes never breaking contact with one another. They are so close now that Will can count the freckles on Mike's face, something he has shamelessly been doing since the beginning of their friendship. A brief memory flashes through his mind, two kids lying in a field on a summer afternoon, him counting the tiny dots on Mike's face while he caressed his hair. They were too young to know what love was, but that hadn't prevented their souls from intertwining with one another in such a way that still feels so right after all these years.

 

"Your freckles." Will's finger gently traces the marks on Mike's face, not missing the wide eyed look the other boy flashes him. "I love them."

 

Mike's breath hitches in his throat, the warmth of Will's finger still present on his already heated face. "Will…" He masters, the rest of the words dying in his throat.

 

"You're so beautiful, Mike."

 

Mike doesn't respond with words, he can't. He doesn't trust himself not to burst into tears, his eyes already threatening him with an unpleasant sting. Instead, he launches himself forward, his hands flying to Will's face to hold it as if he was scared he might disappear all of a sudden. Their lips clash, the movement clumsy and miscalculated, yet that doesn't stop it from feeling like everything. Their mouth chase one another, while both their hearts scream in unison those three words they've been so scared to admit out loud during all these years.

 

I love you.

 

They're kissing with desperate intensity, their saliva mixing as their tongues mingle together. Mike is kissing him as if searching through him, taking his time, exploring every corner of Will's mouth. Will melts under Mike's touch, his big hands still wrapped around his face. Will leans into it, a fractured moan escaping his lips. Mike hums in the kiss, and his hips inadvertently thrust forward, causing the tips of their dicks to collide.

 

"Fuck." Mike hisses, breaking the kiss for an instant. A long string of saliva connects their mouths, both their lips swollen and red. He looks at Will, whose eyes flutter closed for a second, a shallow breath escaping him before he could control it.

 

Mike waits a couple seconds, then repeats the motion, his hips slowly grinding on Will. Their dicks are flushed, both the tips leaking, and their precum is mixing together. The pleasure is too much and too little at the same time. Will gasps loudly, his bottom lip trapped tight between his teeth.

 

"M-Mike." He warns. "Touch me. Now."

 

Mike is nothing other than devoted to Will and his needs, so he finds himself moving immediately. His right hand travels south, caressing Will's stomach on the way, until it finds Will's cock. He wraps his fingers around it, and relishes in the way Will's dick literally pulses against his skin. He simply holds it for a few seconds, then he starts pumping his hand. He briefly brushes over the head, his thumb collecting the liquid sitting at the top. The moan that Will lets out is loud in the otherwise silent house. Mike's flushed dick still hovers close to Will, the hardness of it occasionally hitting his moving hand.

 

"Can I…" He starts, slightly biting his lip in the process. "Can I try something?"

 

Will looks at him intensely and nods, his movements frenetic and needy. Mike lets go of Will's dick, and is immediately met with a huff of protest coming from the other boy. He steps closer, the tips of their cocks brushing yet again. He brings them closer to one another, then proceeds to wrap his hand around both their lengths, every single inch of their dicks connected to the other.

 

"H-Holy shit, Mike." Will's voice comes out whiny, the pleasure completely overtaking his limbs all at once.

 

Mike starts moving his hand, their dicks grinding together as he pumps his hand up and down in a stuttering rhythm. He grunts loudly, his eyes closing for a second before finding Will's, his green irises tainted by a vicious lust. He sees Will lick his lips, a devious smile creeping back onto his features. He steals a glance at Mike's lips, and then at their joined cocks.

 

"Spit on them."

 

Mike gapes at him, registering the words the other boy just uttered, failing at first. Slowly, a naughty grin appears on his face; at the same time, his free hand comes up to grab at Will's jaw, gently nudging him forward.

 

"You, too."

 

Will's eyes briefly widen, but before he knows it his smile is back. Mike is staring at him intensely, anticipation clear on his features.

 

"Hmmm…" Will moans, and Mike thinks he might fucking lose it right there and then.

 

He collects the spit in his mouth, waiting for Will to do the same. When he does, they slightly inch forward, their heads tilting down, never breaking eye contact while doing so. They spit at the exact same time, yet they don't use the same method. While Mike hastily spits, saliva flying out of his lips, Will takes his time, a long, slow trail of saliva falling from his wet lips. Will hums unsatisfied, his eyes falling to where Mike's saliva has landed on their dicks. Then, his gaze climbs back up to Mike's eyes. He clicks his tongue repeatedly, while his head swings sideways in disapproval.

 

"You can do so much better than that, Mike." Will smiles, then winks at him. "Do it again."

 

Mike is in motion before he knows it, the saliva pooling in his mouth while his heart slammers loud in his chest. He looks at Will, his beaming eyes screaming words of encouragement at him. Then, he lets his mouth fall open, until the liquid starts slowly dripping out. He doesn't stop looking at Will straight in the eyes, the long trail of saliva eventually reaching the tip of their dicks, still tightly wrapped in Mike's massive hand.

 

By now, both their cocks are drenched in saliva, and Mike's hand finds ease in the way it swiftly glides over the lengths. He keeps going, the rhythm becoming more punishing with every passing second.

 

"Oh my fucking God." Will's voice is strained, the color of his face an indicator of how breathless he's feeling. He lets his head drop on top of Mike's shoulder, his forehead resting on it as Mike continues to pick up the place. It's so overwhelming Will wants to shout, to let out all the pleasure that he's feeling in this moment. Instead, he lifts his head and reaches for Mike's shoulder, biting hard into it.

 

"Ah! Will, fuck!" Mike half-shouts, but he doesn't do anything to stop Will, whose mouth is still attached to his skin. He lingers there a few seconds longer, and then pulls away, immediately going to examine the damage of his action. Will's eyes widen slightly, his mouth falling open as he takes in the state of Mike's shoulder. The skin is painted a dark shade of red, the teeth print evident in contrast with Mike's pale skin. Each mark is carved into his flesh, and Will relishes knowing the bite is going to bruise heavily, a temporary reminder that Mike is only his to devour. He doesn't have time to react, the heat pooling low in his stomach as Mike's eyes bore a hole through his skull with intensity.

 

"Mike I'm- I'm close."

 

"I know, baby. M-Me too."

 

Mike's hand keeps going, his motion relentless as Will is a blabbering mess under his touch. He can see fresh tears running from Will's wet eyes, and the vision awakens something raw inside of him. He comes right after with a heavy grunt, his hips stuttering as his cum splurts all over his hand, covering Will's dick as well. Will gasps loudly, his own orgasm rocking through him immediately after. Their cums mix together on Mike's hand, the hot white liquid leaking out of his grip.

 

"Holy… shit." Will mutters after a minute, the remnants of his orgasm finally quieting down. "That was…"

 

"Amazing." Mike finishes, his voice a breathless mess swimming in his throat. His hand is still wrapped around their cocks, their mixed cum starting to stick to his long fingers. Mike shoots a quick glance at it, not daring to move away yet.

 

Will looks at him a second longer, before his gaze falls onto their dicks, still connected and drenched in cum. Something that looks an awful lot like curiosity flashes Will's features, and before he knows it he's bringing one finger up to where the warm liquid is pooling on Mike's hand and sinking it in.

 

"Will? What are you do-"

 

Mike's words die in his throat as the boy in front of him brings the wet finger to his mouth to suck avidly on it, before releasing it from his lips with a loud pop.

 

"We taste so good together."

 

Mike practically growls, his eyes fluttering shut and his hand slightly tightening again around both their cocks. Then, much to his dismay, he lets go of them altogether, the thick liquid covering them dripping onto the bathroom floor. His hand is slick with cum, his long fingers drenched in the mess they created together.

 

"Turn around and bend over the counter."

 

The hesitation from before is gone, and Mike finds himself buzzing through his skin with the need to make Will feel, to make him crumble completely. Will, on the other hand, sends him a puzzled look, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

 

"I thought…" Will tries, but despite his biggest efforts his feet are already in motion toward the counter.

 

"I'm still not done with you." Mike exhales, a low grunt slipping out his lips as Will walks in front of him, his perfect, round ass on display for Mike to see.

 

Will reaches the counter and stares at the reflection in front of him. His hair is a mess, sticking to his forehead with sweat; his eyes are blown wide, remnants of tears making them beam in the rough neon light. Behind him, Mike looks even wilder, his entire body covered in blooming red and purple marks. He sees Mike look at him as he starts lowering himself on the counter, just as he had been instructed to. From this position, Will is forced to stare at himself as Mike approaches him from the back. His legs tremble in anticipation, his heart beats loud in his chest as he forces himself to regulate his breathing.

 

As soon as Mike reaches him, his left hand lands on Will's back, pushing him further down on the counter. His right hand is still covered in both their cum, Mike's long fingers completely coated. He can't help himself when he shoots a glance at Will's ass, the prominent shape of it looking even more inviting from this angle.

 

"Fuck, baby." He mutters, his eyes still glued to Will's ass. Will doesn't have time to react to the comment, because soon enough Mike's hand is leaving a red print on his left ass cheek. The smacking sound echoes loudly, the vibrations of it mixing with the low mewling coming out of Will's mouth. "Gonna take care of you now."

 

Mike doesn't hesitate any longer, his long wet fingers going to brush lightly against Will's hole. The older boy gasps slightly, the mere thought of their cum going inside him sparking something in his chest. Mike takes his sweet time, his fingers circling the entrance with a repetitive motion, the wetness of them leaving a trail behind. Will exhales deeply, and that's when Mike pushes the first finger in, very slowly at first.

 

"Is this… is this okay?" Mike asks after hearing Will sigh heavily, his voice shaky at the edges.

 

"Hmm hmm, yeah. M-More." Will pleads, his back arching slightly more so as to lean into Mike's touch.

 

Mike doesn't need to be told twice. He lets the first finger dive deeper inside of Will, before dragging it back out and slamming it back in immediately after.

 

"Mike…" Will grunts loudly. "I said more."

 

Mike obeys, another cum covered finger sliding inside of Will with ease. Mike stills for a second, waiting for any sign of discomfort from Will. What he gets instead is Will arching his back and pushing his ass further up for Mike to reach deeper inside of him.

 

"Hmm… Okay, then." He mutters, as his long fingers slide in deeper, the tip of them slightly brushing the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of Will. Mike can't miss the way Will clenches around his fingers, a loud cry escaping his lips.

 

"Does that feel good, baby?" Mike doesn't wait for Will to respond, his fingers going to find his prostate once again. This time he doesn't just brush them against it, instead curling his digits and repeatedly hitting the spot.

 

"God… Fuck, Mike."

 

Will's moans are growing by the second, his legs starting to slightly shake with the almost unbearable amount of pleasure he's experiencing. However, he's not satisfied yet.

 

"One more," he stammers. "Add one more."

 

Mike's left hand lands on Will's shoulder, his fingers gripping at the warm skin there as the older boy arches his back even more. He lets his two fingers slip out of Will, just to go back in again with an extra digit. The moan Will lets out is strangled, a high pitched cry escaping his lips right after. Mike thrusts his fingers in and out of Will with a faster rhythm, occasionally curling them against his prostate.

 

"You're being- ah- so good for me." Will purrs, his bunny teeth going to bite hard at his bottom lip. "Good girl."

 

Mike's breath hitches in his throat, his eyes locking with Will's in the mirror. He can see the subtle look of amusement painted on Will's face, his lips slightly curved sideways. Mike's heart is beating fast in his chest as his mind keeps rewinding back to those two words.

 

Good girl.

 

He doesn't know what takes over him, but before he knows it he's pushing hard on Will's back, shoving him as flat as possible on the counter. Will gasps, a little oof leaving his mouth in surprise. Then, with no warning whatsoever, Mike's fingers become relentless against Will's prostate.

 

"Mike! Ah, f-fuck."

 

Mike takes in every sound coming out of Will's mouth, and he relishes knowing he's the one causing them. He speeds up, the rhythm becoming punishing within seconds. He can still feel Will clench around his fingers. He notices the way Will's moans are turning breathless, his eyes falling shut as he's feeling completely overwhelmed.

 

"M-Mike, I-"

 

"Come for me, baby." He reassures, his left hand still pressing on the small of Will's back, while the right one keeps working him open. He feels Will tense under him, his legs shaking more now.

 

"Oh God." Will cries out, his eyes welling up with tears in reaction to his orgasm. Hot ropes of cum shoot out of him, landing directly on the bathroom floor. Mike's fingers slowly still inside of him, his left hand now rubbing up and down Will's back in a soothing motion. Eventually, Mike pulls all three of his fingers out of Will, eliciting a small gasp from the older boy.

 

Mike lets out a loud sigh, the air trapped in his throat being released all at once. "Did I… Was that okay?"

 

Will slightly gets up from the counter, his elbows coming to rest on the surface. He looks at Mike through the mirror once again. "Was that o-…?" He cuts himself off with a chuckle, an incredulous expression on his face. He looks at Mike up and down, his eyes slowly dragging along his entire figure, waiting a beat longer before replying.

 

"Mike, that was insane. You're insane." He smiles, his cheeks still on fire from before.

 

"Oh." Nothing else comes out of Mike's mouth, as his eyes quickly meet the floor. A shy smile decorates his features.

 

A long silent moment passes, not uncomfortable but definitely heavy. Will is now sitting on the counter, his legs swaying back and forth mindlessly. Suddenly, he lets out a chuckle. Mike snaps his head towards him immediately, shooting him a questioning look.

 

"I can't believe we actually did this, you know." Will's voice is laced with amusement, his lips curved upwards as he shakes his head sideways as if in mocking disapproval. "Didn't think you'd have it in you to finally pull your head out of your ass."

 

Mike's eyes widen in reaction, his heart rate starting to pick up in his chest. "What the fuck does that mean?" He shoots back, the words coming out louder than he intended.

 

Will simply looks at him, his big hazel eyes seemingly as joyous as ever. "Mike, c'mon now. You know what I'm talking about."

 

Mike takes a small step towards Will, his eyebrows knitted together in a dangerous mixture of confusion and slight anger. In some hidden, well concealed part of him, Mike also feels scared. "Uhm, actually I don't. I don't know what you're talking about. Care to elaborate?" He snaps, the words rolling off his tongue with pure annoyance.

 

Will seems to think about it for a moment, his eyes roaming around the room and onto the ceiling, as he taps his index finger on his chin mockingly. "Where do I start? Let's see…" He pauses for a second. "Maybe the rain fight when we were thirteen? You telling me it's not my fault I don't like girls? Or maybe you disappearing after I left Hawkins? Or wait! The way you completely ignored me when you came to California?"

 

Mike's mouth falls open, his eyebrows shooting upwards to meet his hairline. "Where the fuck is this coming from, Will?" His voice is alarmed, irritated.

 

"No! Wait! How could I forget! Silly me! What about all the times you held my hand late at night in my room after you broke up with Jane? Or the way you would act like it never happened the next day?"

 

Mike blinks a few times, his mouth still open but nothing coming out of it. To say he is dumbfounded would be an understatement. The thoughts are racing fast in his head, a turmoil of emotions blooming in his chest, which heaves up and down with every breath.

 

"You've come such a long way, Mikey." Will shoots sarcastically, emphasizing the nickname he knows Mike has always hated. "Proud of ya."

 

By now, Mike is seething with anger, his ears a bright red. He sends Will an incredulous look, his eyes still wide open. They're both still completely naked, only making this already delicate moment even more vulnerable for them.

 

Mike scoffs loudly, then lets out a humorless giggle. "You wanna talk to me about pulling my head out of my ass?" He chuckles. "What about that fucking painting, Will?" His eyes narrow as his head quickly jerks forward, so as simulate a question.

 

He doesn't miss the way Will's eyes almost shoot out of their orbs. Or the way his breath catches in his throat. Or the way his Adam's apple bobs as he gulps nervously.

 

"You fucking lied to me, Will." He spits out, the syllables leaving his mouth like venom. "Telling me it was from El. What the fuck was that about?"

 

They're standing closer now, Mike right in front of Will, who is still sat on the counter. Their height difference allows them to be at the same eye level. Will's eyes are glossy, but there's no tears in them. His breath is furious in his chest, and he is trying really hard to ignore the annoying lump currently forming in the back of his throat. He's not sure he knows where he finds the strength to speak up again.

 

"Oh, yeah, right! The painting! What about that fucking tape you made me, Mike? You knew each and every one of my favorite songs. All of them! Not even I can remember all of my favorite fucking songs, Mike!" Will's voice is heavy with frustration, his lips quivering slightly as he spits the words out. Mike notices that, the same way he notices the way Will is staring at his lips right now.

 

"Don't change the fucking topic!" Mike half-shouts, his own eyes falling to Will's pink lips.

 

"You're a fucking coward, Mike." Will matches Mike's tone, his words drenched in ire. His eyes land on Mike's chest this time, his gaze sneakily exploring.

 

"Fuck you, Will." Mike licks at his chapped lips, his gaze not faltering where he's looking at Will right in the eye.

 

Will looks at him up and down, briefly lingering on his dick, half-hard, again. "Fuck me yourself, you coward."

 

Mike scoffs, a light chuckle coming out of his mouth. "You're gonna fucking regret this, Will."

 

The older boy looks up at him through his thick lashes, his needy eyes screaming at Mike to completely ruin him. "Try me."

 

Will shoots Mike another challenging look, and its mere seconds before Mike acts on it. He is a very very weak man, especially when it comes to Will. His shaking hands reach for Will's soft hips, a possessive grip holding him in place. Then, he uses his right hand to shove Will's chest, not too aggressively, not yet, until he is fully laying down on his back.

 

Mike takes in the sight before him, his hands finding Will's knees and bending them until his feet are resting on the counter as well. The other boy is sprawled all over the surface, and Mike can't stop himself from thinking this is the best thing that has ever happened to him. He kicks the sweetness out of his thoughts, his mind set on doing his absolute worst in a few seconds.

 

"You know, Will." He hunches down, pressing a quick kiss to Will's lips, pulling away almost immediately. "You've always been a goddamn brat. It's about time someone fucked it out of you."

 

Will gasps loudly, his skin almost melting where Mike is holding him so tightly it will definitely bruise. Both of Mike's hands are on his hips, the other boy standing dangerously close now.

 

For a few moments, they simply stare at each other in silence, both their chests heaving with anger. Then, Mike's right hand comes up to Will's face, stopping right in front of his mouth.

 

"Spit." He commands, his voice incredibly low. Will's big green eyes bore into Mike's, as his mouth starts working slowly. Once he's managed to gather enough saliva, he finally spits onto Mike's hand. A single thread of saliva hangs from Will's mouth, and Mike can't stop staring at it. He lowers himself once again, getting closer to Will's face. He looks him once in the eye, and then proceeds to run his warm tongue on Will's lips, the cold metal of his piercing providing a dizzying contrast. Will closes his eyes and hums with contentment, but the moment is over way too soon, as Mike brings distance between them again.

 

He wraps his hand, drenched in Will's saliva, around his hard cock. Mike is so fucking horny right now he can practically feel it pulsing against his skin. He hisses loudly as his thumb swipes over the reddened head, already wet with precum. He pumps his hand a couple times, his entire dick getting coated in Will's saliva.

 

Will watches in silent anticipation, his own dick twitching repeatedly at the scene unraveling in front of him. Mike looks beautiful, unreal almost, but the anger from before is still seething under the surface.

 

"Hurry up." He shoots, not averting his gaze from Mike's eyes.

 

Mike smiles, the brightness spreading to his almost black eyes. Will soon realizes there is nothing kind in that smile. "Shut the fuck up, slut."

 

Something flickers in Mike's eyes, his eyebrows lightly creasing, almost as if he's worried he has crossed a line. Will has other plans in mind, a loud moan escaping his lips before he could even pretend to be minimally offended by Mike's choice of words.

 

Mike chuckles lightly, shaking his head sideways. Then, he looks down at his dick, his hand still holding it tightly. Will sees him hollow his cheeks, before he registers Mike spitting on his own cock. Will's face goes even redder, if that's possible, his cheeks burning with vulnerable realizations. He feels Mike line up with his hole, the wet tip of his dick just barely pushing against it.

 

"Are you gonna take it all like the good whore you are?" It comes out sweet, almost a whisper, as Mike inches his hips closer to Will's entrance.

 

Will mewls, his eyes falling shut. "Y-Yes, Mike. I wi-"

 

Mike doesn't give him time to react, Will's words dying in his throat as Mike thrusts into him abruptly.

 

"Fuck! Mike!" Will whines, a choked sound getting trapped in his mouth as Mike starts thrusting faster. "You're-" A gasp. "You're so fucking big."

 

Mike grunts loudly, the few free strands of long hair on his forehead bouncing left and right with every movement.

 

"And you're so fucking tight." He practically growls, his big hands gripping hard at Will's hips. "Shit."

 

Time seems to slow down, Mike sinking deep into Will thrust after thrust. Will wouldn't know how to describe what he's feeling, the agonizing burn he felt at first slowly melting into an exhilarating warmth which he can feel everywhere. He lets his eyes fall shut, his head pressing hard against the counter. He is overwhelmed with pleasure, pathetic little whimpers leaving his mouth, when all of a sudden Mike slows down.

 

Will whines loudly as Mike drags his hips forward very slowly, barely moving anymore. Will finds himself instinctively leaning into Mike, impatient as ever.

 

"Stop being a fucking brat, Will." He grips hard at Will's hips, thrusting all the way in with unanticipated violence. Will can feel Mike's dick hit his prostate mercilessly, the intoxicating feeling causing him to shriek and cry out, his legs shaking and slightly bending towards one another so as to close. Mike isn't having it, his hands flying to spread Will's legs, his fingers imprinted onto Will's skin as he continues to slam relentlessly into him.

 

"Not talking anymore now, are we?" Mike's voice is strained, arousal leaking out of it. "That's what I thought."

 

Will shoots him a charged look, his cheeks painted an incriminating shade of pink. "That's cuz I'm f-fucking bored." He huffs a puff of air out, so as to mimic an unimpressed scoff. "Thought you could do - ah - so much better than this, Mikey."

 

Mike's mouth drops open in incredulous surprise. "Holy shit." He laughs lightly. "You're such a needy fucking brat."

 

He is still deep inside Will, their eyes never leaving one another. He slows his pace down, setting on a slowly punishing rhythm. His right hand comes up to Will's face, his fingers gently caressing the warm skin. "Ain't that right, Will?"

 

Will's mind has gone blank. He opens his mouth and attempts to speak, but nothing comes out. Mike's hand is still on his cheek, when it suddenly stops its soothing motion. He thrusts deep into Will, hitting his prostate once again, which elicits a whimpery moan from him.

 

"Stop moaning like a fucking slut and answer me." Mike snarls through his teeth. His hips rock forward once more, slowly but deeply. When no answer comes from Will, Mike decides he's had enough. Will is still being a brat, which means he is failing.

 

"Hmmm." He sighs, the tiniest grin creeping up his face. "Wrong move, sorcerer."

 

Will's mind takes him back to dusty basements, shared looks, endless campaigns. He almost wants to smile, because after all Mike is still the same old dork he had fallen in love with. To say he didn't expect what comes next would be an understatement. The impact of Mike's hand is unforgiving on his face, heating it up an impossible amount. The sound of it echoes in the small room, immediately followed by a sharp gasp coming from Will. His eyes widen in shock and Mike doesn't miss how glossy they look.

 

"I asked you a fucking question." Mike looks at the red marks on Will's cheek, his fingers going to brush at it gently. The contrast between the two actions is almost comical. "Answer me, baby. Are you a needy fucking brat?"

 

Will whimpers, his lower lip quivering as he slightly pouts. He nods frantically, his head moving up and down as he gulps loudly. He soon realizes Mike is still glaring at him. "Y-Yes. Yes, I am a needy fucking brat."

 

As soon as those words land into Mike's ears, he starts slamming violently into Will, both his hands going back to hold his small waist. Each thrust is brutal, Mike's vicious movements causing Will's body to slide up and down the surface of the counter.

 

"Can't allow that." Mike grunts, his nails digging deep into Will's skin.

 

"Then…" Will moans, his words dying in his throat for a moment. "Do something about it."

 

Mike practically growls, anger taking over his features. "Fucking slut."

 

Slap.

 

Will's cheek is on fire, the pleasure burning through his skin like a sin. He can't control the sounds coming out of his mouth anymore, each and every one of Mike's actions making his skin prickle in absolute arousal. He gasps loudly when Mike's hands wrap tightly around his throat, obstructing his windpipe completely.

 

"You're gonna shut the fuck up now."

 

Will didn't think it could be possible to get fucked harder than he currently was already, but Mike doesn't hesitate to prove him wrong when he picks up a cruel pace. His grip on Will's throat doesn't ease; instead, Mike uses it to support himself as he fucks even harder into Will.

 

Will's face has turned a deep shade of red by now, the moans coming out fractured and helpless. The way Mike's dick keeps hitting his prostate thrust after thrust has him rolling his eyes shamelessly. He doesn't know when it happened, but Will registers his legs being wrapped tightly around Mike's figure, their bodies almost melting into one another.

 

Mike's grip on Will's throat eases slightly, and Will's breath stutters in his trachea as he coughs silently. He can feel Mike's eyes all over him, his gaze consuming every corner of his body. Mike gasps slightly once he looks at Will's lower stomach, and his hand immediately flies to it, pressing flat against the smooth surface of it. Will merely cries out in response.

 

"Look." Mike commands, his hand coming off Will's belly as soon as his eyes land on it. "Look how well you're taking my cock, Will."

 

Will's eyes widen in realization, the shape of Mike's dick prominently plastered onto his stomach with each unforgiving thrust. Will can't take it anymore, his own needy dick twitching violently in a silent plea.

 

Will licks at his dry lips, before his hand goes to wrap around his hard cock. He huffs a sigh of relief, which much to his dismay only lasts a few seconds, because before he knows it Mike's hand is coming to slap his away.

 

"Don't."

 

"N-No Mike, please, please." The previously unshed tears in Will's eyes finally run free, his rosy cheeks flooded within seconds. "I… I… please. Wanna come." He is indubitably crying now, his voice coming out whiny.

 

"Oh, you will."

 

Thrust.

 

"Just be patient."

 

Thrust.

 

"Can you do that for me, baby?"

 

Thrust.

 

Will's eyes snap shut as he takes a deep breath in. "Fuck… Fuck, okay." He masters, his tears still staining his perfect face. He notices the way Mike is staring at him, and he blushes under the scrutiny. What he doesn't know is that Mike can't stop thinking about how pretty he looks right now, his hair all messed up, his lips chapped, his left cheek still red from getting slapped. No more regrets, Mike thinks.

 

"J-Jesus Will. You're so fucking beautiful." Mike's voice is as thick as honey, the sweetness of it hitting Will right in the gut.

 

"M-Mike…"

 

Will can feel Mike's thrusts becoming increasingly more erratic by the second, yet not any less rough.

 

"God, fuck." Mike stammers, his eyes locking with Will's. "I fucking love you, Will."

 

Will is positive he stops breathing for a moment, the oxygen dying in his chest as Mike's words hit him harder than the slaps he had gotten earlier. His chest heaves up and down, his eyes never daring to leave Mike's. Just then, Mike hits his prostate, the feeling of it shooting zaps of pleasure through Will's entire body, as his heart keeps running in his chest. It's mere seconds before he feels his own orgasm starting to creep up on him, the heat pooling low in his stomach.

 

"I love you, Mike." A breath. "I-I always have."

 

Mike smiles, tears filling his eyes instantly. He crouches down, his nose brushing briefly against Will's a few times, before their lips are colliding in a desperate and raw kiss. It tastes like them now, but it also tastes like all the years they've lost to both their fears. It tastes like a home you've been meaning to live in forever, but only now have gotten the key to. It tastes like hands being held, secrets being kept, love being felt so deeply it seems like it might consume you alive.

 

When they break the contact, both their lips glisten with each other's saliva. Mike hovers close to Will's face a second longer, before retreating back to his initial position. He moans loudly, his hands clutching Will's hipbone.

 

"Are you gonna make me come now, paladin?" Will emphasizes the last word, an eyebrow cocking as he looks at Mike teasingly with a grin.

 

Mike simply looks at him at first, but its not long before they're both giggling, Mike shaking his head sideways mockingly as he smiles. "You're such a fucking dork."

 

Will returns the smile, and he can feel his heart burn to life in his chest. "Says you!"

 

Mike is snapped back to reality after he slams his hips particularly hard, his cock filling Will up completely.

 

"Oh my God." He moans loudly, not slowing his pace down. "Will, I'm-I'm…"

 

"M-Mike…" His voice shakes in his throat as he tries to form a coherent sentence. "Come with me, babe." A pause. "Come with me."

 

Mike grunts, gripping harder at Will's skin, eliciting a hissing sound from the other boy. He is fucking so hard inside of Will, his rhythm nothing but brutal, that he doesn't even realize he pushes Will forward, his head slamming against the bathroom mirror.

 

Concern washes over Mike's face, his hand already flying up to check on Will, but he seems to have other plans in mind, because he promptly slaps Mike's hand away. "Don't stop. Please, please Mike. 'M close."

 

Mike snarls, his hips stuttering as Will's head keeps repeatedly slamming against the mirror. Mike doesn't slow down, his thrusts deep and punishing.

 

"Fuck." He moans, and fucks so hard into Will that his head gives one final slam into the mirror, a massive crack appearing on the reflective surface. They both gasp, but neither of them stops, Will's legs still wrapped tightly around Mike.

 

Mike lowers himself to bring his face close to Will's, their lips searching for each other instantly. The kiss is hungry, their tongues dancing relentlessly as their saliva mixed.

 

Will comes first, his untouched dick twitching violently against his stomach, the hot cum shooting all over his skin. He moans into Mike's mouth, the sweet sound of it sending a jolt of pleasure straight through Mike, who follows immediately after. He comes hard inside of Will, his hips stuttering as white rivulets fill Will up completely.

 

The kiss softens immediately after, their lips merely brushing against one another. Mike breaks the kiss first, looking up at Will as he proceeds to plant a wet kiss on the tip of his nose. Will chuckles, Mike's hot breath tickling his face. Mike has stopped moving, his dick softening inside of Will. He plants another tender kiss on Will's lips, before standing back up and slowly untangling himself from Will. He pulls his dick out slowly, the white liquid dripping out of Will's hole instantly, and Will hisses at the loss.

 

Mike's gaze falls onto the floor, his cum splattered on the tiles. He gasps in fake surprise, his hands flying to his face in mockery. "Will! You're getting my bathroom dirty!"

 

Will chuckles, his own hands coming up in front of him as he shrugs his shoulders. "Sorry?" He shoots sarcastically, but there's no bite to it.

 

"Yeah, you're about to be."

 

Mike looks at him once, and then proceeds to lower himself in front of Will, his hands finding his soft legs to grip on them.

 

"M-Mike? What are you doing?" Will tries, but he knows it's to no avail, as Mike promptly ignores his inquiry.

 

Will almost jumps out of his skin as soon as he feels Mike's warm tongue dive inside him, his cold tongue piercing slowly driving him insane as it brushes against the hot skin.

 

"N-No, Mike. Please. Can't." Will cries out, tears already threatening to fall again. "'S too much. Please-"

 

"Mmmmm." A slurping sound comes out of Mike's mouth, his lips wrapped tightly around Will's hole as he sucks his own cum out of it. He briefly breaks the contact to respond. "But I taste so good inside of you."

 

"F-Fuck, Mike, please. I-I can't go again." Will whimpers, as his legs begin to shake from the overstimulation. Mike seems to take pity on him, because he swirls his tongue one last time around Will's hole, collecting the remnants of the cum, and then backs off.

 

Mike swipes his thumb across his wet lips in an attempt to clean them, then brings his focus back to Will. Mike doesn't miss the way he is shaking, his body looking as frail as ever as he still lies on the counter. He offers him a hand, the other one coming to support his back as he sits up.

 

"Let's get you to bed, baby." Mike's voice is different now, back to the way it used to sound when Will was nothing but a broken child in need of love.

 

Will keens at it, offering Mike a tired smile and simply nodding, his hands going to find Mike for support as he tries to stand up.

 

It's official. Mike Wheeler had successfully fucked the brat out of him.

 

After getting dressed, they make it to the dimly lit bedroom unhurriedly, Mike steadily supporting Will as he barely manages to walk. He had offered to pick Will up to carry him to the room, but the boy had explained that he might snap in half if Mike tried to do anything else with his body.

 

Mike gently sets Will onto the mattress, and laughs at the irony of it when he remembers his (now ex) boyfriend was sleeping in that exact spot merely an hour before. Will looks completely gone, yet his eyes remain open and fixated on Mike, a dumb smile plastered on his face.

 

"Wanna smoke?" Mike shoots, and as soon as he sees Will nod faintly, his feet are in motion towards the kitchen to fetch his rolling stuff. He comes back to the bedroom and sits cross-legged next to Will, the rolling tray resting on his legs.

 

A comfortable silence falls between them as Mike rolls up the joint they are going to share, Will's gaze fixed onto Mike's experienced hands. Once he's done, Mike sets the tray on the floor by his side of the bed, keeping the ashtray and lighter close, and lies down next to Will.

 

He lights the joint, the strings of smoke coming out of it floating in the warm light the lamp in the corner of the room provides. Mike takes a few puffs, then passes it to Will, who promptly accepts it between his fingers.

 

He takes a big puff out of it, then shakily exhales. "So…" His voice is fable, back to the frail shyness that has accompanied Will through his whole life. "What you said in the bathroom…"

 

Mike expects him to keep talking, but he sees Will take another puff instead. "I kinda said a lot of things in the bathroom, Will." He chuckles lightly, his reddened eyes looking at the boy next to him.

 

Will passes him the joint, then proceeds to turn on his side, his face closer to Mike now. He smiles sheepishly before he speaks again. "Do…" A hesitant pause. "Do you really love me, Mike?"

 

Mike takes another drag from the joint, then proceeds to set it down in the ashtray, which he sets on his nightstand. When he turns around, he shuffles close to Will, facing him too. Their faces are mere inches away now, their cheeks painted with the same beautiful shade of unadulterated love.

 

"I love you so fucking much, Will." He places a tender kiss on the tip of Will's nose, before one of his hand comes to cup the side of his face. "I have loved you since I've known what love is. And you're the one who taught me that, Will. I have loved you forever, and I will love you forever."

 

Mike's hand is firm on Will's skin, his fingers brushing absentmindedly against his cheek. He can see the exact moment Will's eyes fill with tears, which immediately spill out. Mike's thumb comes to collect them instantly, worry flooding his senses.

 

"I'm sorry, please, Will. I'm so fucking sorry." His own tears are starting to choke him up, his voice coming out shakier than expected. "Please tell me I'm not too late. Please. I'm sorry…"

 

Will shakes his head, his eyes squeezing shut for a brief moment, before finding Mike's again. His own hand comes to cup Mike's wet cheek. "You could never be too late, Mike."

 

He plants a kiss onto Mike's cheek, then he speaks again. "Not possible."

 

For a brief moment, they simply stare into each other's eyes, a decade of trapped love bursting free as fireworks explode in both their chests. It's unclear who moves first, but soon enough their lips are connected in a fond kiss. They are still holding each other's face, their tears mixing together as they continue to fall freely from their eyes.

 

Mike speaks first, his lips still partially connected to Will's mouth. "I love you."

 

Smooch.

 

"Iloveyou.Iloveyou.Iloveyou.Iloveyou.Iloveyou.Iloveyou.Iloveyou."

 

Before Will can object, Mike is peppering his entire face with kisses. He chuckles loudly, Mike's lips tickling him in an intoxicating way. Will could get used to this. Will deserves this. And he finally got it.

 

"I love you too." Will replies with a giggle. "So much."