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Will had a sneaking suspicion that praise affected Mike.

Hints and clues had been bubbling in Will’s subconscious for some time, but it wasn’t until the night of the power outage that he had finally put two and two together.

A mean storm had swept through Hawkins that night and Will remembered Mike being particularly excited to have a stormy backdrop for the double horror feature that they were planning to watch on their television set.

As soon as Mike had arrived home from campus that evening, he had ordered pizza for them so they could commence their traditional Friday “Fright Night” with all the fixings. They had sat down on the couch together with plates balanced on their laps, ready to while away the hours with some classic horror, but as soon as the beginning credits started to roll, the power had gone out.

Snapping their heads over to each other and locking eyes, they groaned in unison.

“Oh, that’s just great,” Mike huffed between a slice of pepperoni with double cheese.

“Haven’t you already seen Poltergeist, like, ten times?” Will laughed, reaching for a second slice.

“Yeah, but Hellraiser is showing after and I, uh, never really got to really watch it.”

Will chuckled. The whole party had gone to the theatre back when it premiered and Mike probably only caught a glimpse of the whole show in between locking lips with El. A while later, when the movie had come out on VHS, the whole group of them had made plans to have a watch party in Mike’s basement but when the day arrived, their plans had fallen flat due to a fight that had erupted between Mike and El. The two had called it quits and broke off their relationship only a short time after, citing irreconcilable differences. Mike still refused to go into detail and El wouldn’t budge either when questioned.

“Well, maybe the power’ll come back on by that time,” Will offered.

“Yeah, here’s hoping,” Mike said, jumping up from the couch, “I’m gonna go get some candles.”

“Can you bring a board game or something?” Will called out to Mike’s retreating back.

Despite Will’s initial optimism, the storm and power outage had persisted. Resigning themselves to a board game marathon, they had made a comfortable station on the floor, complete with blankets and pillows. They were currently playing Monopoly while Will rattled off potential plans for the weekend when Mike piped up, cutting him off.

“Hey! Sorry—before I forget, did I tell you that I aced the exam?” Mike said, rolling the dice and scattering them on the board.

Mike, in particular Mike-fashion, was studying to become a robotics engineer and had been sweating over his midterm studies on engineering mathematics.

Will watched Mike smile sheepishly in reaction to the grin that was spreading across his face.

“What!” Will exclaimed, leaning over the game to shove Mike on the shoulder. “Great work, dude, I’m proud of you.”

Interestingly, Mike, who had started taking a sip from his glass of Coke, sputtered, causing the drink to splash in his face. Will watched on as his friend went into a coughing fit before wiping at his flushed face with a napkin.

“Wrong tube,” Mike gasped between coughs while slapping at his chest.

Will, smirking at his friend, nodded slowly.

“But seriously, I knew you had it in the bag,” Will continued once Mike had somewhat regained composure.

“Thanks man, it means a lot,” Mike said, his voice cracking slightly.

At that point, Mike was sporting a pretty solid blush which fascinated Will.

“I’m grabbing another Coke,” Mike said suddenly. “Want anything?”

When Will shook his head, Mike continued towards the kitchen and almost collided with the door frame on his way. Once he returned, their game play continued without a hitch until Mike landed on Boardwalk and made a show of whooping victory while he purchased the property.

“Ugh, you capitalist pig,” Will groaned, handing the property card over, “you’re too good at this.”

“It’s, uh, it’s just luck,” Mike replied, shrugging.

Even though the living room was lit dim with candle light, Will swore that he saw another blush sweeping across Mike’s cheekbones. Leaning in on a hunch and giving into curiosity, Will decided to test out a theory.

“Hey, can you grab me a water?” Will asked, making a show of batting his eyelashes obnoxiously.

“Get it yourself, peasant,” Mike said, waving the Boardwalk card in his face.

“But dude, look at me, I’m so cozy right now,” Will replied with a mock whine as he gestured to himself.

“Yeah, yeah,” Mike said, relenting.

Getting up with a groan, Mike went to fetch Will his water, returning with a glass for him along with a bag of chips for them both.

“Thanks man, you’re the best,” Will said earnestly, sitting up to accept the water glass.

Drinking his water and peering at his friend through the glass, Will watched an impressive flush start to appear on Mike’s face. Not saying a word, Mike sat himself down and attempted to open the chip bag through a series of fails and fumbles. Will had to bite down on the inside of his cheek to stifle a laugh when Mike, annoyed at that point, grabbed at both sides of the bag and tugged hard, tearing the bag open and making chips fly out in the process.

Will figured that he would need to keep testing out his theory.

The next chance that Will had to naturally insert a compliment was when they were making dinner together just a couple of days later. Will had his back turned to his friend and was focused on chopping up some lettuce for their salad while Mike was putting together the sauce for their spaghetti.

“I present to you,” Mike announced, nudging Will’s back, “the Wheeler secret sauce.” He had a wooden spoon held out towards Will and was cupping the bottom to contain potential drips.

Will blew on the spoon before taking a tentative taste. Humming happily he nodded in agreement.

“Oh, yum, great job,” Will said, licking his lips appreciatively. “What’s the secret ingredient?”

Mike retracted the spoon that had started to shake in his grip and turned around to continue his work. Will saw that the tips of his ears were a flushed pink.

“It’s, uh, a touch of brown sugar.” Mike admitted.

Will couldn’t figure out why he hadn’t noticed his friend’s reaction to praise before. Having known each other since kindergarten, Will could easily write a handbook about Mike’s quirks and characteristics. In fact, he could practically write out Mike’s stream of consciousness at any given moment. Considering this, Will figured that something must have changed drastically with Mike. Something that Will wasn’t aware of just yet and that troubled him.

A few days later, Will happened to pay Mike a compliment. It was the middle of the week and Mike had left campus early after finishing his tutorials. Will was in between painting commissions and with nothing else to do, the pair decided to check out the local thrift store to see if they could dig up any gems.

Mike had been trying on clothes for some time before coming out of the dressing room to model one of his finds. He was sporting a baseball t-shirt adorned with a crowd of all the gang members from The Warriors which happened to be a favourite film of theirs.

“Warriors, come out to play!” Mike drawled out in a screeching pitch, quoting one of the villains.

Will laughed and rolled his eyes. “Hey—I’m jealous, dude, that’s a good find and it looks good on you.”

Will wasn’t even thinking of his little experiment when his compliment slipped out. It had seemed like a natural thing to say and the shirt really did look good on his friend, so he was taken aback when Mike suddenly tripped over his own feet in the middle of one of his modelling twirls.

“Yeah, uh, thanks, I’m just—okay,” Mike said lamely. Stepping back into the dressing room, he slid the curtains shut so fast that the pole on which they were hung threatened to topple.

Will smirked to himself and had to bite down on his lip to contain a laugh.

At first, Will wondered if maybe he was pushing it with this little game of his. Despite his stuttering and blushing reactions, Mike still seemed like his usual, unfazed self, which had to count for something. Still, Will was concerned that his actions were manipulating responses from Mike in an unfair way.

Will had mulled this over in his head a few times and this he was sure he knew: his praise was genuine. Of course he meant what he was saying to his friend. He cared for Mike deeply and his intentions weren’t to hurt him. Sure, he didn’t really understand what his intentions were, but he knew they weren’t harmful. Will figured it was just his playful nature coming out to rear its head.

After their thrift store conundrum, Will started to receive more commission requests from clients and seeing as he now had his fingers deep in paints and lacquers for the better part of his days, he didn’t have time to think about much else.

It wasn’t until the next week on a Saturday afternoon that a situation worth of praise presented itself.

Will had just finished off a painting that was the last in a series of recent requests and although he had received another commission request the day before, he figured that he didn’t really need to start preparing until early next week.

Leaving his work room, Will decided to fix himself a late lunch. Mike had gone to campus just a few hours earlier and wasn’t expected to be back home anytime soon, so Will was surprised when he heard the apartment door open and close and rapid footsteps making their way towards him.

“You’ll never, ever guess what!” Mike said breathlessly as he rounded the corner into the kitchen.

Will was leaning against the kitchen counter and had just taken a bite into his sandwich.

“What?” Will garbled out between a mouthful of bread. “Wait—why are you home already?” He asked after chewing and swallowing.

Mike was practically panting. “Guess who just snagged two tickets to see Ghostbusters 2?”

“No you didn’t,” Will said, startled, as he placed his sandwich down.

“Sure did,” Mike said, grinning as he fumbled with his back pocket.

Producing two tickets a moment later, Mike waved them triumphantly in his friend’s face. Will, eyes wide, snatched them up from Mike and held them against the light to check if they were the real deal.

Looking back over at Mike, Will broke out into a grin and as if on cue, they both started to whoop and holler in unison. After taking a moment to victoriously punch their fists in the air, Will playfully shoved his friend on the shoulder.

“You sly dog, you,” Will laughed. “How did you manage this?”

“I got them off a freshly dumped classmate,” Mike said, grinning.

“Ouch,” Will replied, laughing, and then looking back up at Mike, “this is really cool of you, Mike, thanks for thinking of me.”

Although Will was expecting it, he still couldn’t believe the flush that instantly bloomed on his friend’s face. While Mike was blushing so hard that his freckles almost disappeared, Will briefly wondered if he could mix up some paints to capture Mike’s particular shade of flushed pink. He figured that his upcoming painting could use a “flustered Wheeler" pink.

“I, uh, yeah, I mean—of course,” Mike said, clearing his throat and offering a sheepish smile.

Deciding to press his luck, Will continued in earnest.

“But for real, you know you’re the best, right?”

Will watched as his friend’s mouth opened to reply but all he heard in response was Mike’s breath catching in his throat. Upon closer inspection, Mike also seemed to be breathing a little heavier than a resting state would allow.

Will made a mental note to analyze Mike’s fascinating response later. Checking his wrist watch and noting the time, he saw that they had just a little over an hour to get to the theatre.

“Hey, wait here,” Will said as he hustled over to their storage closet and then practically skidded back into the kitchen, “think we have time for a quick costume change?” Will asked with a grin, holding up their Ghostbusters uniforms.

Not long after their night out at the theatre, Will came down with the flu. Or rather, the flu came down on him, hard.

Will was the type to work through almost anything, but seeing as he was currently contending with a fever and his head felt like an over-blown balloon, he had wrapped himself up like a sausage roll in his blankets and resigned himself to an afternoon of self-pity and boredom.

Will couldn’t remember falling asleep but after what must have been a few hours worth of fever dreams, he jolted from his slumber when he felt his bed dip slightly. Cracking his eyes open, he was startled to see Mike sitting next to him, cradling a care package in his arms.

“How’s it going, kiddo?” Mike asked, chuckling slightly at Will’s surprise.

Bright sunlight filtered through the windows behind Mike, painting an unearthly glow on him. Will thought that he looked sort of like an angel in that moment but chalked it up to the cough syrup that he had been swigging all morning.

“Am I dead?” Will whispered, groaning as he made to sit up. His mouth was bone dry and there was a horrible pain pulsing behind his eyes.

“I mean, you do look like you’ve passed away,” Mike said. “Here, I got some stuff for you.”

Will took a closer look at the bundle in Mike’s arms and saw a box of tea, a bottle of painkillers, some bottles of ginger ale, salted-top crackers, and a take-out bowl of what looked like his favourite soup.

“Is that my favourite soup?” Will gasped with delight, making grabby hands at the bowl.

“Do you want some Advil before or after you eat?” Mike asked, passing the soup over to Will and a plastic spoon that he had just pulled from his jacket pocket.

“You could honestly just stick a straw in my cough syrup and leave me to it,” Will said, glancing down at the bowl and smiling when he saw that it was his favourite soup.

Will had made a passing comment weeks ago that the soup café just down the way made an incredible chicken corn chowder and Mike had clearly remembered. Bless him.

Slurping down his first spoonful, Will practically moaned in delight. Out of his peripheral, he saw Mike shaking his head and rolling his eyes with a smile.

“You’re too good to me, know you that?” Will said after swallowing another mouthful of soup.

After a beat passed without a word from his friend, Will realized what he had just said. Without even having to look, Will knew that Mike had been struck dumb. Will decided to sneak a glance anyway, licking a trickle of soup from his bottom lip as he did, and caught Mike staring down at his mouth, eyes following the swipe of Will’s tongue.

“Yeah, well—yeah,” Mike said with an awkward laugh and started to busy himself by placing the rest of Will’s supplies on his nightstand.

When Mike finished and went to sit back down, his blush was in full bloom. Taking a moment to admire his friend’s complexion, Will spoke up.

“That looks good on you, by the way,” Will said with a cheeky smile, using his eyes to point at Mike’s flushed cheeks.

Will absolutely blamed the cough syrup for that one.

It seemed to take a moment for Mike’s brain to catch up and when it did, he looked gobsmacked.

“Alright,” Mike announced. Blushing furiously, he slapped his knees before rocking back and then leaning forward to hoist himself from his seat.

Mike started to stutter out something about making tea for them as he stumbled to Will’s bedroom door. Turning to glance back at Will, Mike stood awkwardly at the door for a moment before giving the frame a couple of friendly slaps.

“Alrighty then, I’m just gonna—yeah,” Mike said before vanishing around the corner.

Two weeks had passed and while Will still had some phlegm rattling around in his lungs and his head felt a little fuzzier than usual, he was finally on the mend.

After he had stopped carting around the bottle of cough syrup in his hand like a mixed drink, Will found himself squirming in remembered embarrassment. Despite pointing out Mike’s blush that day in his bedroom, he was relieved to see that his friend was carrying on like his usual self. Will figured that Mike must have started to become desensitized to his teasing jabs. That, or he had successfully blocked out that moment from his mind.

Either way, Will decided it would be for the best if he put a pause on his shenanigans for a little while. He had intended to make good on his decision too, but when that weekend arrived, Will found himself in a situation that naturally called for praise.

It had been a gloomy Saturday afternoon complete with torrential rain. Mike and Will had been planning to go for a bike ride and then out for dinner but much to their dismay, their plans had quickly dissolved when the weather took a sudden nosedive. While Will was happy to stay in and continue painting, he also knew that Mike had been in a restless mood since he rolled out of bed that morning. Figuring that an activity would help dispel some of his edginess, Will left his work room and made his way over to talk to his friend.

“Hey,” Will said, flopping down on the couch next to Mike. “What’s up?”

Mike had been flipping through a comic book without any real purpose and he looked bored to tears.

“Not much,” Mike said, tossing his comic on the coffee table and turning to face Will, “do you think the rain’s gonna hold up?”

“Forecast says so,” Will shrugged, watching as Mike picked up his mug of coffee from the side table. “Hey—do you wanna paint with me?”

“You want to paint with me?” Mike asked, smiling as Will raised his eyebrows and nodded earnestly. “I don’t know, dude, I’m not so handy with paint.”

“It’ll be fun,” Will pressed on. “C’mon, let’s go Picasso.” Will stood up and offered his hand down to Mike who begrudgingly allowed himself to be tugged from his seat.

That’s how Will found himself back in his work room, teaching Mike how to prime a canvas and coaching him on a variety of paint application techniques. Mike was being a pretty good sport about it and his eyes hadn’t even glazed over when Will went into two different art history tangents — one about Francisco de Goya’s series of “black paintings” that the artist had painted when he had lost his mind and the other about the geometrical genius that Leonardo da Vinci employed throughout his paintings. Will even suspected that Mike was enjoying himself.

They had been painting for sometime, each with their own respective easels and with their backs turned to each other, when Will decided to sneak a peak at Mike’s progress. Glancing behind his shoulder and over to his friend’s canvas, Will was surprised to see that Mike was fairing quite well.

Mike had started to paint a landscape scene with two abstract figures who were sitting on their bicycles and facing an endless stretch of highway. Mike had drafted some trees and fields on either side of the road and he was currently applying a dark green shade to one of the bicycles. Will immediately recognized that particular green because it belonged to his own bike. His heart happily punched against his ribcage when he realized that Mike was painting the two of them.

Before he could stop himself, Will had snuck behind Mike in order to get a closer look at the painting. Hearing Will’s movement, Mike glanced behind himself and then threw his hands up over the canvas to try and shield his work.

“Hey, no peaking dude, we promised,” Mike huffed, setting down his paint brush and trying to gently elbow and push Will back to his own easel.

“Wait—Mike, that’s really good,” Will said, craning his neck over Mike’s shoulder to catch another glimpse of the painting as his friend continued to push him back over to his station.

“Go away, I’ll show you when it’s finished,” Mike laughed, and although Will could tell he was pleased, he was still trying to keep up his air of annoyance.

Will relented, turning back to focus on his own canvas. An hour or so went by with the both of them painting and bantering with their backs turned until Will decided that they needed some music to fill the dead air. Keeping his eyes averted from Mike’s work, Will walked over to his cassettes and, selecting one at random, clicked it into the cassette player and pushed play.

“Uh—” Will said awkwardly when Stacey Q’s Two of Hearts started to play.

Mike laughed, “I mean, it’s kind of a bop.”



“Yeah, if you’re doing aerobics,” Will muttered, fumbling to skip to the next song.

Love My Way by The Psychedelic Furs came on next and while Will silently cursed his younger self for putting together this sappy mixtape, Mike seemed pleased with the choice.



“Don’t skip it, that’s a good one,” Mike said, chuckling, and then, “hey—I’m almost done, come check it out.”

Will smiled and made his way towards Mike who was gesturing eagerly at his work. Upon glancing at the canvas, Will felt his chest swell with a mixture of pride and affection. Sure, the image that Mike had painted was a bit janky and had all the tell-tale traits of an inexperienced artist, but Mike had created this by himself and Will was proud of him for that.



“Mike, this is incredible,” Will said with a playful shove to his shoulder, and then deciding to lay it on thick, “I’m really proud of you, man.”

Will didn’t even bother to check for his friend’s reaction, he just leaned closer to the canvas for further inspection.

“Did you paint the two of us?” Will asked, glancing up at Mike whose blush was in full bloom.



“Uh, yeah, I—”

“So Wheeler’s a natural,” Will said, smiling, and glanced down at the painting again. “Look, you captured my bike perfectly.”

Looking back up at his friend, Will was startled to see an unreadable expression on his face. Mike’s chest was heaving ever so slightly and his eyes, which were already a dark brown to begin with, had darkened considerably.

Swallowing nervously, Will glanced down at the painting again and nodded appreciatively before sneaking another glance at his friend. Mike’s face was a painful red at this point and he looked like he was trying to gather his thoughts. 

Mike glanced down at his painting and then over to Will, locking eyes with him.



“Are you trying to get a rise out of me, or what?” Mike asked without breaking eye contact.

Will’s heart jumped in his chest. Deep down, Will always knew that he would eventually be confronted, but he still managed to be caught off guard. Staring at Mike and floundering for words to form a reasonable response, Will noted that Mike’s expression remained neutral and for some reason that made Will all the more nervous.

“I—uh, no, I mean—” Will stuttered, wincing at his lack of grace.

Mike, though still blushing, had put on a pretty solid poker face at that point. Taking a step closer, he crossed his arms and squinted at Will as if to evaluate him.

“This whole time you’ve been teasing me, haven’t you?” Mike said, cocking his head.



Although Mike had phrased it like a question, he had delivered it like a statement.



Will was struck dumb. He was also painfully aware that he didn’t have the words to properly express himself. Will didn’t know how he would even begin to explain himself or the stupid little experiment that he had concocted. As he continued to struggle for words, Will pictured the argument that would surely ensue after admitting that he had knowingly teased out reactions that Mike couldn’t help but to supply.

Will was so busy trying to remember how to talk that he didn’t notice how Mike had started to crowed his space. When Will finally glanced up at his friend and opened his mouth to speak, he noticed that Mike was staring openly at him, his gaze flickering back and forth between Will’s eyes and his mouth.

Taking one last step closer, Mike closed the gap between themselves so that they were essentially chest to chest. Lost for words and so startled that he couldn’t move, Will could only stare back at his friend who had started to lean his face down towards him. Their lips were maybe two inches apart at that point but Mike held still, looking into Will’s eyes and back down at his mouth in a silent request for permission.

“I have been,” Will whispered, watching as Mike’s brow furrowed. “Teasing you, I mean.”

Mike groaned in response and then he gripped the back of Will’s head to gently guide their lips together. It was a tentative touch, a ghost of a kiss to test out the waters.

Will’s mind had started to spiral at that point. Gasping against Mike’s lips, his mouth opening slightly, he could have melted into the floor and died when he felt Mike’s mouth open in response, his tongue sneaking out to meet Will’s.

Will’s chest swelled again, his heart in his throat as realization dawned on him. All this time that Will had spent playing his silent game against Mike and teasing out reactions from him had led them to this inevitable moment. Will could have kicked himself for not realizing it sooner — how he had called and called and how Mike was now finally responding. Will realized then that he had been calling out for Mike since they had met on that swing set back in 1976.

Realizing that he was standing as straight and stiff as a ruler, Will allowed himself to relax into their kiss. Bringing one hand up to cup Mike’s jaw, he used the other to thread his fingers through his friend’s hair, gripping it tight so he could crush Mike against himself.

Mike gasped in response, panting into Will’s mouth and tightening the grip he had on Will’s nape. At that, another stream of thoughts burst into Will’s consciousness; Mike wanted this. Mike wanted this with him. This whole time, Mike had wanted this and Will had either been oblivious or in deep denial. Will groaned as he realized that he had been tap-dancing around his intentions with Mike, skirting around the point and avoiding the task of reckoning with his own feelings in the process. Will briefly mourned all that wasted time.

Before Will could spiral further, Mike pulled away from his lips to mouth along his neck. Kissing and sucking slightly at his Adam’s apple, Mike moved along the column of Will’s throat and up to the shell of his ear.

“I knew it,” Mike whispered, pulling Will’s earlobe in between his lips.

Will’s eyes fluttered as his hands scrabbled for purchase against his friend’s back. Fisting the fabric of Mike’s shirt, Will pulled Mike away from him slightly so they could lock eyes.

“When?” Will whispered, cupping his friend’s face as his thumbs stroked soothing circles against his cheekbones.

Mike looked thoroughly disheveled. His lips were spit-slicked and swollen, his eyes were glazed over, and his chest was heaving with panting breaths.

“I figured—I mean,” Mike swallowed. “The night of the power outage.”

Will groaned and pressed their foreheads together.

“This whole time you knew,” Will said, chuckling as he planted a few kisses on Mike’s lips. “You idiot, why didn’t you say anything?”

“I mean—” Mike cut himself off with a groan as Will pressed their bodies together. “I didn’t—I just—I thought you were just roasting me, but then you kept going.”

“I was just—I was curious,” Will said, threading his fingers into Mike’s belt loops so he could pull his friend’s hips flush against his, relishing in Mike’s resulting gasp. “I mean look at you, you’re so—you get so affected by it.”

Mike groaned again, rolling his eyes and ducking his head down to hide his face against the crook of Will’s neck.

“Just—shut it,” Mike huffed out and then laughed despite himself when he heard Will start to chuckle.

When their lips met again, their kiss was deep, sloppy, and charged with desperation. Will was so lost in sensation, contending with Mike’s mouth and savouring each swipe of his friend’s tongue against his own, that he was taken aback when he felt Mike’s erection brush up against his thigh. Pulling away briefly to glance down at where their bodies were joined, Will gasped when he felt his cock jump eagerly in response to Mike’s rolling hips. Looking up, Will saw a smirk tugging at his friend’s lips which made a warm thrill sweep through his lower stomach.

“Can we—I mean, can I take you to my bedroom?” Will whispered, chancing a glance up towards Mike.

“Shit, Will, I mean—yeah—yes,” Mike replied a little breathlessly.

Grinning, Will encircled his hand around Mike’s wrist and tugged his friend from the work room and down the hall towards his bedroom as they both giggled nervously along the way.

Once Will had pulled Mike inside his bedroom and had let go of his wrist to shut the door (Will didn’t know why he had bothered considering that they lived alone) the mood had changed considerably. Nervous energy had seeped into the atmosphere and when Will turned around he saw that Mike had taken a tentative seat on the edge of his bed.

Will plopped down beside Mike, close enough that their thighs were touching.



“Hey,” Will said, smiling over at his friend.

“Hi,” Mike replied sheepishly, ducking his head down to rest it against Will’s shoulder.

Wrapping an arm around his friend, Will pulled Mike close against his side and placed his chin against the top of Mike’s head. Sighing contentedly, Will glanced down and saw that Mike had started to fidget with his bedsheets.

“Hey, look at me,” Will whispered gently, turning Mike’s face up towards his so their eyes could meet. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“No, yeah, I mean—I know,” Mike whispered back with a shy smile. “I want to, though—to do things with you, I mean.”

Mike was babbling at that point and Will felt an instant need to kiss his friend, so he did.

When their lips met again, it was sweet and timid and Will felt his body vibrating with anticipation as he heard Mike moaning softly into his mouth. When Will snuck his tongue out to greet Mike’s, he felt his friend relax against him. After a moment or two of lip-locking and sighing into each other’s mouths, Mike turned frantic — he fisted the fabric of Will’s collar to crush their lips together only to break away after a moment.

“Can I, uh, can I sit in your lap?” Mike asked, flushed and panting.

Will could only nod eagerly in response, groaning when Mike clambered over to straddle him. Grabbing at his friend’s waist to steady him, Will gasped when he felt their erections brush together. Their lips met again, this time in searing kiss that punched the breath out of Will. Suddenly needing to touch his friend, Will reached under the hem of Mike’s shirt to feel for his skin and was greeted with a soft moan in response.

Spurred on by his reaction, Will crept his hand up Mike’s chest until he reached his nipple. Lightly plucking and rubbing, Will felt the flesh pebble under his touch and moaned when Mike arched his chest towards him and rolled his hips reflexively.

“Yeah?” Will whispered against Mike’s lips.

“Yeah, shit, Will,” Mike replied, panting into Will’s mouth.

Will groaned, “Yeah, look at you—so good.”

Mike threw his head back and groaned, his hips stuttering against Will’s as he started to rock himself back and forth on his lap. Will’s eyes fluttered from the friction and then he made the sudden decision to push Mike down on his bed. Pressing his body flush against his friend’s and bracing his forearms on either side of Mike’s head, Will leaned down to resume their kiss as Mike wrapped his legs around Will’s back, crossing his ankles together.

Mike’s hips were rolling and crashing likes waves against Will and his moans had become tinged with desperation when he suddenly pulled away with a frustrated groan and covered his face with his hands.

“Huh?” Will asked Mike who was muttering into his fingers.



“It’s just—I mean, I’m so inexperienced,” Mike whispered, peaking through his fingers at Will.

Smiling a little sheepishly, Will pulled Mike’s hands from his face and gave him a peck on the lips.



“It’s okay, Mike, it doesn’t matter,” Will said as he looked into his friend’s eyes. “It’s just me.”

Mike was blushing furiously at that point but he nodded and gripped the back of Will’s neck to bring him back down for a quick kiss.

“I just—I want to be good for you,” Mike whispered, hiding his face against Will’s neck.



Will felt his cock twitch in response and he couldn’t help the groan that escaped his lips.

“Yeah, Mike—fuck, look at you, you are so good,” Will whispered, pressing their foreheads together.



With those words of praise, Mike’s back arched as if he were a puppet on strings. Gripping Will’s ass so he could press their straining erections together, Mike choked out a sob and Will felt his eyes roll back into his head in response. Seeing Mike fall apart just from his words alone made a pleasurable thrill sweep up his spine as Will felt himself become painfully hard.

“I need—off, need this off,” Mike panted, suddenly struggling at the hem of Will’s shirt.

“Yeah,” Will agreed, sitting up to straddle Mike’s hips so he could pull his shirt off.

Before Will could toss his shirt onto the floor, Mike’s hands were all over him — running up and down his chest, ghosting across his nipples, tracing patterns against his sides. Sighing happily, Will flung his head back, closed his eyes, and allowed himself to cherish the touch. A moment later, Will felt Mike’s hand trace down his stomach and past his belly button where it hesitated for just a moment before creeping down further to grasp at his cock through his jeans. Gasping as if he had been scalded by the touch, Will bucked up against his friend’s hand.

“Oh, fuck,” Will whispered, letting out a shaky breath as he snapped his head back down to watch as Mike’s thumb rubbed circles against the head of his cock.

“You’re all wet,” Mike laughed, rubbing at the damp spot of pre-cum on Will’s jeans before reaching to fumble with his belt buckle.

“Yeah, yeah,” Will said with a chuckle as he reached down to help Mike with his belt and the top button of his jeans.

After rolling off of Mike and shucking off his bottoms, Will turned his attention back towards his friend. Mike’s eyes had glazed over with arousal and he had a hungry expression on his face as he took in the smooth expanse of Will’s skin.

“Your turn,” Will said, smiling as he reached to pull off Mike’s top.

Mike nodded sheepishly as he sat up on his knees to help Will pull his shirt off the rest of the way. Reaching down, Mike started to unbutton his jeans as Will swept his hands along his chest before zeroing in on Mike’s nipples so he could pluck and roll them between his fingers.

“God, you’re making this hard,” Mike groaned as he arched his chest towards Will’s hands.

“Here,” Will said, gently pushing Mike back down and tugging his jeans off before flinging them across the room.

Will couldn’t help but groan internally at the sight of Mike’s tented boxers. Will hooked his thumbs on the waistband of Mike’s underwear and snapped his eyes up to his friend, asking silently for permission. When Mike nodded in earnest, Will pulled off his last article of clothing with a swift tug and groaned when Mike’s cock sprang free and slapped against his belly.

Mike’s length was flushed a pretty pink and leaking profusely from the tip which had taken on a slight shade of purple. Twitching every so often, Mike’s cock looked to be painfully hard and in desperate need of attention.

“Fuck, Mike, look at you,” Will whispered, glancing up at Mike who was biting down on his lip in an attempt to keep himself quiet.

Leaning forward, Will cupped Mike’s jaw with his hand, bringing his thumb over to stroke at his bottom lip. Mike let out a stuttering breath and Will saw his cock jump from his peripheral.



“Can you open up for me?” Will asked, smiling as Mike parted his lips with a gasp, allowing Will to push his thumb inside.

Will spent a few moments like that, rubbing his thumb inside Mike’s mouth and against his tongue so he could bring it back out to slick his friend’s lips with his saliva. Will repeated this a few times until Mike’s chest was heaving and his eyes became unfocused.

“Will—please,” Mike whispered, arching his back and rolling his hips.



“Yeah, Mike, shit—” Will said, swallowing, “you’re doing so well.”

Retracting his thumb, Will placed his two fingers against Mike’s lips, gently pushing them inside his mouth. Moaning in response, Mike obediently sucked on his friend’s digits and nibbled on the pads of his fingers.

“Can I touch you?” Will asked, starting to pant as he watched Mike tongue swirl along the tips of his fingers.

“Fuck, Will, please—” Mike groaned as Will retracted his fingers.



Will offered his palm to his friend’s mouth and Mike immediately took the hint, ducking his head down to lick along the length of it. With his hands and fingers all slicked up, Will reached down to grasp Mike’s length, watching intently as his friend hissed in relief and flung his head back.

“Oh! Oh fuck,” Mike practically whined out.

Groaning in response, Will watched as Mike’s hips rolled and stuttered into his hand. When Will started to pump at his length in earnest, twisting his wrist on each upstroke to smooth his thumb over his friend’s leaking crown, Mike propped himself up on his elbows to watch with hooded eyes.

“Yeah, Mike, that’s it,” Will whispered in encouragement, feeling Mike’s cock twitch in his hand.

Mike was a moaning mess at that point and although he was biting at his bottom lip to try and stifle his noises, it was to no avail. Reaching over to grasp at the back of Will’s neck, Mike pulled his friend over to bring their lips into a crushing kiss.

“Fuck, Will, I can’t—” Mike stuttered out, panting into Will’s mouth, “I’m not gonna last.”

“Be good,” Will replied in between their kisses, pausing his strokes for a moment, “can you be good and hold on for me?”

Will knew it was a bit cruel to deny his friend, especially now that Mike’s thighs were trembling and his stomach muscles were pulled taut due to his impending orgasm, but Will wanted to keep his friend on the edge for just a little while longer.

“Shit, yeah, I can—I’ll try,” Mike gasped out, nodding earnestly.

When Will resumed his ministrations, jerking Mike’s length with quick and firm strokes, it wasn’t long before Mike started to squirm away from his touch.

“Fuck, I can’t,” Mike said, blushing when Will let out a chuckle in response. “I’m too close.”

“Can I, uh—can I put my fingers inside you?” Will asked, a little sheepishly.

“God, yeah—yeah you can,” Mike nodded and then, glancing down at Will’s tented boxers, “but what about you?”

Before Will could respond, Mike had shucked his boxers down to his thighs, spat into his palm, and grasped his friend’s length in one fell swoop. Will’s eyes fluttered and he let out a small gasp as he watched Mike’s hand work at his cock with lazy and teasing strokes.

“God, Mike,” Will whispered, arching into his friend’s hand as he watched Mike’s thumb circle over his leaking head.

“Yeah?” Mike whispered, glancing up at Will and then averting his eyes back down with a blush. “Fuck, Will, you’re so good to me.”

Will could only moan in response, letting Mike’s words of praise wash over him. Will couldn’t tear his eyes away from Mike who was stroking him now from root to tip and throwing in deft little twists of his wrist each time he reached Will’s crown. As he watched on, Will swore his eyes rolled back to greet his brain when Mike, without hesitating, swiped a finger along Will’s leaking slit and brought it to his mouth for a taste.

“Jesus, that’s so hot,” Will groaned, scrubbing a hand over his face with frustration. “Fuck this, come here.”

Mike was laughing and looking pleased with himself when Will moved closer to the foot of the bed so he could tug at one of Mike’s ankles, successfully flattening him against the mattress. Will shucked off his boxers and tossed them somewhere behind himself before crawling up the length of his friend’s body and kissing his skin along the way. When he was halfway up Mike’s frame, Will paused to reach across his friend so he could open the first drawer of his nightstand. Fumbling blindly with the contents of the drawer for a moment, Will eventually pulled out a bottle of lubricant.

“He comes prepared,” Mike smirked, raising a brow at the sizeable bottle.

“Yeah, well,” Will replied with a sheepish grin.

Tossing the bottle aside for a moment, Will gripped both of Mike’s knees and locked eyes with him. Taking in the sight of his friend, Will groaned internally. Mike was already beautiful on any given day, but right at that moment, he was stunning. His plush lips were shiny and kiss-swollen and his dark hair was fanned out against the pillow behind him. His eyes, though half-lidded and glassy with desire, had a warm and kind expression about them. Then there was the matter of the freckles that dusted the bridge of his nose and complimented his features. Will made a promise to himself that he would kiss each one of those freckles in the very near future.

Mike cocked his head in a quizzical gesture, snapping Will from his reverie.

“Promise you’ll let me know if you get uncomfortable?” Will asked, giving a reassuring squeeze to Mike’s knees.

“Yeah, I—of course,” Mike nodded, “I trust you.”

Will’s heart clenched in his chest as a palpable sense of adoration swept through him. Nodding in response and not wanting to delay any longer, Will picked up the bottle of lubricant and squeezed out a generous amount onto his palm, taking care to coat his fingers thoroughly.

“Here, you’ll want a pillow under your hips,” Will said, grabbing one of the pillows beside Mike with his clean hand.

“Ready?” Will asked, leaning over to peck his friend on the lips once Mike was situated comfortably with the pillow underneath him.

“Yeah,” Mike nodded, letting out a shaky breath. “You’re stalling though.”

Rolling his eyes and chuckling, Will reached between Mike’s legs to gently circle his middle finger against his hole and watched as it started to tense and pucker in response.

“Oh, whoa,” Mike whispered almost inaudibly.

“I’m gonna push in a little, just breathe for me,” Will said, looking up to lock eyes with Mike.

Rubbing tight circles against Mike’s entrance, Will slowly pushed in until just the pad of his finger had breeched Mike’s hole. Pausing to stroke the walls of Mike’s rim, Will’s eyes fluttered when he felt his friend clench tight around his finger.

“Oh!” Mike gasped.

“Hey, are you okay?” Will asked, reaching with his free hand to rub soothingly at Mike’s thigh.

“Yeah—yeah,” Mike choked out. “Just feels a little weird.”

Will could sympathize. He remembered the first time experimenting with a couple of his fingers inside of himself — how the sensation felt wrong and intrusive at first and had made him break out into a sweat.

“Can you, uh—can you touch yourself for me?” Will asked, nodding to Mike’s cock which had, impressively, remained rock hard.

Nodding in response, Mike obeyed and grasped at the base of his length and stroked himself with long, languid pumps of his hand. Hissing in relief and thrusting his hips on reflex, Mike managed to jostle Will’s finger in the process, making it slip further inside.

“Oh, fuck,” Will whispered, glancing down to see that his finger had sunk in to the second knuckle. “Yeah, Mike, look—you’re doing so well.”

“Oh my God,” Mike whined, pressing his head further against the pillow as he thrusted into his hand in earnest. A bright blush had broken out across his cheekbones and his breathing had become strained.

Encouraged by his reactions, Will continued to press his finger inside as his free hand rubbed and squeezed Mike’s hip reassuringly. Once Will’s finger was buried to the hilt, he felt Mike flutter and clench around his digit. Groaning and propping himself up with an elbow to look down, Mike let out a strangled noise.

“Here, I’m gonna try something,” Will said a little breathlessly. Feeling Mike clench tight around his finger had sent waves of throbbing arousal straight to his stomach as Will imagined how impossibly tight his friend would feel wrapped around his cock.

“Yeah, yeah,” Mike gasped out, his hips snapping down abruptly as Will curled his finger up inside of him.

Glancing up to gauge his reaction, Will saw a dumbfounded expression on Mike’s face. He looked as if he had just been slapped.

“What?” Mike panted out, startled, “oh God, what was that?"

“Found your spot,” Will said with a cheeky grin. “Hang on, I’m gonna hit it again.”

Will retracted his finger just an inch before sliding it in again, making sure to hook his finger up on the downstroke. Mike’s reaction was stunning — choking out a sob, he arched his back and rolled his hips down onto Will’s finger as he continued to tug desperately at his cock.

“God, Mike, yeah—” Will whispered, a warm thrill swept up his spine as he watched his friend practically fall apart. “You’re so good.”

Spurred on by Mike’s moans, Will continued to pump his finger in and out, stopping every once in a while to massage his finger against the bundle of nerves inside of his friend. When Mike began to whimper and whine and his hips started to roll and stutter in an uneven pace, Will put a brief pause to his ministrations.

“Do you think you can take another finger?” Will asked a little breathlessly.

Mike looked like he was moments away from spontaneously combusting.

“Huh? Yeah, I just—I mean, yeah,” Mike replied, brushing a lock of sweaty hair from his face.

“Here, hang on,” Will said, removing his finger just slightly so he could line up his ring finger beside his middle finger and coat them both with more lubricant. “This might feel like more of a stretch.”

“I’m dying here,” Mike laughed out as he try to stop himself from squirming.

“Man, where’s your patience?” Will replied with a wink and then flashed a cheeky smile when Mike gave him an incredulous scoff in response.

“I’m gonna secure sainthood after this, I think,” Mike quipped, drawing a halo in the air just above his head.

“Yeah, yeah,” Mike replied with a smirk. “Okay, here’s the push.”

With that, Will carefully breeched Mike’s entrance with both fingers, taking time to rub and massage his rim in order to coax the muscle into a relaxed state.

“Christ,” Mike said, hissing softly.

“Bad?” Will asked, snapping his head up to look at Mike.

“No, no—just, ah!” Mike babbled out, continuing to fist his cock.

“How does it feel?” Will asked.

“Like I have something up my ass,” Mike replied with a laugh.

Rolling his eyes with a smirk, Will leaned over his friend so they could lock lips.

“Promise to tell me if it gets to be too much,” Will said in between kisses before moving back to resume his ministrations.

Sliding his fingers in at an excruciatingly slow pace, Will felt his cock throb with an intense need as he watched Mike’s body take what it was being given with only a hint of resistance.

Will had wanted to hold out for as a long as he could without touching himself but seeing as their foreplay session had no clear end in sight, he relented and reached down to squeeze at the base of his own cock. Biting his lip to stifle a gasp, Will gave himself a few pumps to take the edge off.

“Oh, fuck that’s hot,” Mike whined, his eyes zeroing in on Will’s hand. “Jesus, you’re dripping.”

“It’s all your fault,” Will replied with a bashful smile.

“Ugh, fuck, Will—” Mike whispered in amazement once Will had buried his fingers to the hilt. “I feel so full.”

“Yeah, yeah—fuck, Mike,” Will started to babble as he curled his fingers upward in search of Mike’s spot, which he found almost instantly judging by the gasp that he received in response. “God, Mike, look at you, you’re just—you’re such a good boy.”

It all happened in a matter of seconds, but Will swore that time had slowed down to a crawl when Mike’s jaw dropped and his eyes snapped over to lock with Will’s. With a shudder that rippled throughout his body, Mike came all over his fist and belly, screwing his eyes shut in a look of near pain as his thighs trembled and his breaths came out in stuttering bursts.

Will continued to watch on in a speechless sort of amazement as Mike finally came back to himself after what seemed like an eternity. Suddenly sheepish, Mike flung his forearm over his eyes and laughed despite himself.

“Don’t look at me,” Mike said, still chuckling.

“Jesus, Mike,” Will whispered, slowly removing his fingers and reaching for his discarded shirt to use as a cloth on them both before crawling over to pull Mike against his side. “Are you all good? That looked—I mean, that was really intense.”

“Yeah, that was—you’re just—it was amazing,” Mike replied, tucking himself under Will’s arm to rest his head against his chest.

Turning his face upwards to catch Will’s eyes, Mike leaned forward to planted a quick kiss on his friend’s nose before glancing down the length of his body, taking in the sight of Will’s hard cock. When Mike looked back up, Will caught a glint in his friend’s eye as a slight smirk appeared on his lips.

“Hang on,” Mike said, rolling away from Will so he could position himself in between his legs.

“Oh fuck, you don’t have to—” Will interrupted himself with a groan when Mike grasped at the base of his cock.

“I want to, though,” Mike replied with a shrug, laying himself down against the bed.

Tentatively, Mike took hold of Will’s length again and brought his lips to the crown, giving the head a kiss before licking at it with a broad swipe of his tongue.

“Fuck,” Will whispered, letting out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding onto.

Mike smirked. Seemingly encouraged by Will’s reaction, he leaned down to swipe his tongue from the root to the tip of his length before sucking the head into his mouth. Swirling his tongue along Will’s crown, Mike hummed with pleasure as his eyes fluttered shut.

Groaning and thrusting his hips on reflex, Will propped himself up with his elbows so he could observe Mike. Through hooded lids, Will watched as Mike took his length further into his mouth, experimenting with depth and suction as he bobbed his head up and down, humming happily all the while.

“Oh—my God,” Will gasped, reaching out to thread his fingers through the hair on the top of Mike’s head. “Do you—do you like it? You’re so—fuck, you’re good at this.”

Will knew he was babbling at this point but he didn’t care. Mike managed to moan in agreement through a mouthful of his cock, the image and sensation sending an electric sweep of pleasure up Will’s spine.

As Will watched on, he figured that this moment would be burned into his retinas for a lifetime — Mike’s bobbing head in between the cradle of his hips, saliva slicked all over his length, the slurping sounds that Mike let out every now and then — it was all being stowed away in the back burner of Will’s brain for future reference.

Will wanted to tell Mike that he looked gorgeous in that moment with his plush lips wrapped around his cock, but then Will wasn’t sure if he would take it like the compliment that Will thought it was. Before he could linger too long on that thought he was snapped from his reverie when Mike took Will’s length further down and past his tonsils until his cock was hitting the base of his throat.

“Mike—shit—” Will gasped, rolling his hips as he felt a familiar warmth pool in his belly. “I can’t—I’m not gonna last.”

Mike stopped suddenly, removing his mouth from Will’s length with an obscene slurping sound, “I really want—I mean, can I have you inside of me?” Mike whispered, biting at his lip as he chanced a glance up towards Will.

Will felt his stomach bottom out and managed to nod dumbly in response. He had been tempted to ask Mike if he was sure about what he was asking for, but thought against it. Will knew that Mike wouldn’t ask for something that he didn’t want.

“C’mere,” Will said, making grabby hands at his friend.

When Mike started to crawl up the length of his body, Will reached to hook his hands under his friend’s armpits so he could drag Mike the rest of the way. Pressing their bodies together, Will caught Mike’s lips in a searing kiss that quickly devolved into them both panting into each other’s mouths.

Reaching down, Will grasped at one of Mike’s ass cheeks, jiggling it with his palm and clutching at it to feel the weight of it against his hand. Relishing the gasp that it pulled from his friend, Will released his hand only to swipe a finger along Mike’s entrance, feeling his hole clench in response.

“You want me there, yeah?” Will murmured against Mike’s lips as he circled his finger against his friend’s entrance which was still slicked with lubricant and sweat.

“Yeah, God, Will—I just—” Mike breathed, squirming against Will’s touch and rolling his hips in search of friction.

“Can you tell me what you need?” Will asked, brushing a fallen lock of hair behind Mike’s ear.

Will watched as Mike’s cheeks turned rosy before he ducked his face into the crook of Will’s neck.

“I need you in me,” Mike whispered into Will’s throat, then added “please.”

“Shit,” Will groaned, unable to come up with anything more eloquent.

Will rolled Mike onto his back, kissing the length of his body as he crawled down to situate himself in a kneeling position between Mike’s legs. Reaching for the bottle of lubricant, Will quickly slicked up his fingers again before reaching for Mike’s entrance. Pressing two fingers carefully inside, Will groaned internally when he saw that Mike’s body gave no resistance to the intrusion and soon his fingers were buried to the hilt.

“Fuck sakes,” Mike gasped, his eyes rolling back from the sensation, “so sensitive now.”

“Yeah?” Will asked, barely able to contain the smirk that was forming on his lips. “What about when I do this?” Will curled his fingers upwards, letting them drag against Mike’s spot and watched as his friend’s jaw dropped and his eyes screwed shut.

“Fuck, please—” Mike cut himself off with a gasp when Will put a steadying hand against his belly and started to fuck into him in earnest with his fingers, making sure to angle his strokes so he could hit Mike’s spot on each downstroke.

“Jesus, Mike, look at you,” Will panted out, watching as Mike white-knuckled the bedsheets, his hips thrusting down to meet each stroke from Will’s fingers. “Think you could come from this?”

“No! No—no,” Mike choked out, shaking his head, “don’t make me—I need—shit, Will, I need you.”

“Christ, you totally could, though,” Will whispered in awe, noticing how Mike’s thighs had started to tremble and his stomach muscles were flexing and jumping sporadically. “Fuck, Mike, look—you’re gonna come any second.”

“Stop, stop,” Mike said, laughing despite himself as he reached down to grasp Will’s wrist in an attempt to still his movements.

“Shit, okay, okay,” Will chuckled, removing his fingers carefully once Mike’s hand had loosened its grip. “Ready?”

“I’m gonna die of old age if you draw this out any longer,” Mike replied with a chuckle.

“Yeah, okay—yeah,” Will responded, his nerves suddenly alight with anticipation.

Reaching down for the lubricant again, he squeezed a generous amount onto his palm before slicking himself up thoroughly. In the meanwhile, Mike had busied himself by tucking a pillow under his hips and situating himself into a comfortable position. Once he was ready, Mike glanced up at Will with a sheepish expression and nodded in confirmation.

“You’re so gorgeous, you know that?” Will said suddenly, making direct eye contact with Mike.



“At least get your dick out of your hand if you’re gonna say that,” Mike replied, then bursted out into laughter at the incredulous look on Will’s face.

Rolling his eyes, Will smiled despite himself. “Here, wrap your legs around me,” Will instructed, moving closer to Mike so he could help hitch his legs up.

With an unimpeded view of Mike’s entrance on full display, Will bit at his lip as he grasped the base of his length and leaned down so he could line up his cock against Mike’s hole.

Pressing his cock against Mike’s entrance, there was a brief moment of resistance which had Will holding his breath and then Mike’s body suddenly opened for him, relaxing like a sigh.

“God, you’re so tight,” Will mumbled as he continued to push forward. “Is this okay?”

Mike, who had been cursing under his breath as he clutched onto the bedsheets like a life line, managed to nod in response. “Don’t—please don’t stop.”

“Yeah, shit, look—you love it,” Will babbled, driving his hips forward with a tentative thrust that buried him to the hilt. “Such a good boy, just taking what I’m giving.”

Will was so tightly wound with desire, practically dripping with arousal, that any idea of shame had left his conscious mind. Had he not been on edge for what seemed like hours, he probably wouldn’t have had the confidence to speak like this.

Mike choked on a sob and rolled his hips on reflex, impaling himself further on Will’s cock.

Snapping his eyes to lock onto Will’s he said, “Yeah? Yeah, please—God.”

“Yeah, I know you need it,” Will replied, dragging his cock out halfway before driving forward again with a gentle roll of his hips. “I’ve got you.”

The pace that Will had set was languid and torturous. Although it felt punishing, it was worth it for Will to see Mike slowly and shamelessly unravel in front of him. Fisting the bedsheets as he squirmed, chest heaving, body slicked with sweat — Mike looked thoroughly debauched.

When Mike’s eyes fluttered shut, Will leaned down to embrace him. Wrapping his arms around his neck and burying his face against Mike’s throat, Will planted soft kisses against his salty skin, gently rolling his hips all the while.

“Please, please,” Mike whispered as he rocked his hips down to meet Will’s in an attempt to set a faster pace. “Harder—I want it harder.”

Will chuckled against Mike’s skin as he continued to pepper kisses along his throat. When Will reached Mike’s ear, he pulled the lobe in between his lips and whispered, “sometimes what you want isn’t what you need.”

Mike’s choked sob in response sent electricity crawling up Will’s spine, making his brain short-circuit. Before he could stop himself, Will dragged his cock out almost all the way out before snapping his hips forward with a sharp thrust, effectively knocking the breath out of them both.

“Jesus,” Mike hissed, flinging his head back and baring his throat to the ceiling.

Spurred on by the steady stream of small gasps and moans that were tumbling out of his friend’s mouth, Will rolled himself back into a kneeling position to grab at Mike’s hips for purchase so he could pick up a pounding pace. Will experimented with different angles on each thrust, trying to search for Mike’s sweet spot when Mike suddenly bowed his back, his breath catching in his throat like he had been struck.

“Fuck, please—please, right there,” Mike cried out, his hands flying up to grab onto Will’s biceps for purchase as his legs tightened their hold around Will’s waist.

“Shit, Mike, that’s so hot,” Will panted out, his hips stuttering momentarily as he watched a bubble of pre-cum trickle out of Mike’s slit. “You’re dripping all over yourself.”

“Ugh,” Mike groaned, bringing his hands up to shield his face which had started to burn bright from embarrassment.

“Hey, no, no,” Will whispered soothingly, slowing his hips down to a gentle roll and reaching over to pry Mike’s hands from his face. “Don’t hide—I want to see you.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay—I just, fuck,” Mike babbled, rocking his hips in time to meet each of Will’s strokes.



“Keep your eyes on me, I wanna watch you come,” Will said, picking up the pace as he reached between Mike’s legs to grab ahold of his leaking cock.

Will felt his stomach bottom out when he wrapped a tight fist around Mike’s cock and felt it jump eagerly in his grip. Giving a few firm pumps to his length, Will noticed that Mike’s thighs had started to tremble and his hips jumped and stuttered as his moans became tinged with a primal sort of desperation.

“Please, please,” Mike barely managed to get the words out as Will’s thrusts had started to punch the breath out of him. Mike looked so overwhelmed with sensation that it wasn’t a surprise when Will saw that tears had started to form in his eyes.

“Christ, you’re—fuck, you’re so good,” Will whined, continuing to pound into Mike with quick, staccato thrusts. “Let go, I’ve got you.”

In response, Mike let out a strangled sob and locked eyes with Will as his whole body suddenly became rigid. Time slowed down again for Will as he watched tears roll down the sides of Mike’s eyes towards his temples before they quickly disappeared in his dark curls. Will continued to watch on in a speechless sort of amazement as Mike’s back arched abruptly and his hips started to roll in crashing waves before his cock became impossibly hard in Will’s tight grasp.

“I—I’m—” Mike gasped before he was suddenly coating Will’s fist and belly with warm rivulets of come. Screwing his eyes shut in a look of near pain, Mike suddenly remembered himself and snapped them open again, locking a searing gaze onto Will as his body trembled throughout his orgasm.

“God, you’re—fuck, you’re just—” Will babbled, overwhelmed. Letting go of Mike’s over-sensitized cock, Will leaned over to embrace his friend as he continued to drive his cock into Mike’s hole which was fluttering and clenching sporadically. “So good for me, Mike, you’re so perfect.”

Tucking his face into Mike’s neck, Will peppered kisses along his sweat-slicked skin as he travelled the length of his throat and up his jaw before claiming his lips in a deep kiss. Will cradled Mike against him with one hand clutched at the side of his face and the other gripping his waist for purchase as his hips rocked back and forth, searching for his own release.

“Shit, Will, are you gonna come?” Mike stuttered out as Will’s thrusts punched the breath from him in little huffs. “Are you gonna put your come in me?”

“Yeah, fuck,” Will gasped into Mike’s mouth, hips stuttering momentarily, “you want it?”

“Yeah, please—” Mike said, gasping as a particularly hard thrust pressed against his prostate. “Do it, fuck—put it in me.”

Will felt himself surrender in that moment as his orgasm rushed towards him at a breakneck speed, catching him off guard. Squeezing his eyes shut, white-hot bursts of fireworks appeared beneath his closed lids as he drove his stuttering hips into Mike a few times before he felt his cock spasm and release. Shoving his cock deep inside Mike and holding himself there, Will felt his warmth flooding Mike’s insides.

“Oh my god, Will,” Mike keened, crushing Will’s lips against his in a searing embrace as he tightened his legs around the small of Will’s back.

When Will returned back to his body, he couldn’t help the sheepish giggle that bubbled out of his mouth. He kissed every inch of Mike’s sweaty face, planting loud, obnoxious smacks with his lips before gently dragging his cock out of Mike so he could plop himself next to him. Tucking himself into Mike’s side, Will snaked his arm behind Mike’s neck and pulled him over so he could rest against Will’s chest.

“That was—just, wow,” Mike laughed, wrapping his arm around Will’s waist as let out a content sigh. “I feel like the Hoover Dam just broke inside of me.”

Will let out a surprised laugh, jostling Mike in the process.

“Was that okay? I mean, that was really intense.” Will replied, looking down to meet Mike’s eyes.

“No, yeah—that was incredible,” Mike said, reaching over for Will’s hand so he could thread their fingers together. “I’ve wanted this for a while, y’know? It’s just—I was always too scared to do anything about it.”

“God, same,” Will whispered, “I’m realizing that I’ve been wanting this for, like, ever.”

“Yeah?” Mike asked, suddenly curious. “How long do you think?”

“Probably since we met on that swing set.” Will said honestly. “I just—I was always weirdly obsessed with you, y’know? I thought maybe that it was because I wanted to be you and that’s why I felt the way I did, but looking back, it’s so obvious, isn’t it?”

“What?” Mike asked, propping himself up with an elbow so he could peer down at Will.

“I just—I love you, okay?” Will said, averting his eyes. “I just needed to say it and you don’t have to say anything back, obviously, I just—I just needed you to know how—”

Mike cut Will off with a bruising kiss.

“I love you too, you total idiot,” Mike said, chuckling against Will’s lips.

"Yeah?" Will breathed, locking eyes with Mike. “Jesus, that’s a relief,” Will said, reaching up to plant another kiss on Mike’s lips.

“What’s really a relief is that I’m not a girl,” Mike said, and then, seeing Will’s confused expression, “I would be so pregnant right now.”



“Oh fuck,” Will replied with a nervous laugh as he scrubbed a hand over his face in embarrassment. “Did I fill you up or what?”

“Yeah,” Mike said with a smirk, “I think you were gunning to knock me up.”

Will felt his cock jump eagerly and when he looked over, he saw Mike staring at his lap with an intense sort of interest.

“Oh my God,” Mike said with his eyebrows raised. “You totally want to put your babies in me!”

Will felt his face flush as his traitorous cock let out another twitch. Reaching over to clamp a hand over Mike’s laughing mouth he said, “Just—shut it, Wheeler.”

Mike, still laughing, pried Will’s hand from his mouth. “Oh, you’re in for it now.”

Groaning, Will flopped back down against his pillows with a laugh, rolling his eyes.

“I can’t believe you want to impregnate me.” Mike said with glee. “I'm never gonna let you live this one down.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Will said with a huff, smiling despite himself as he reached up to tug Mike back down. “Come here, idiot.”