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He parked the car in front of the house more abruptly than he intended. The engine died, but the tension in his body didn't.
He ran a hand over the steering wheel and took a deep breath. It didn't help.
It was still there. The pressure. That unbearable thought of Will.
He bolted out of the car and almost ran into the house.
Of course, his father was still sitting in the living room.
"Late again," he noted without looking up from his glass.
"Sorry. I got held up with El," Mike replied quickly.
"Who’s El?"
"Eleanor Hopper. The police chief’s daughter."
His father finally raised an eyebrow. "You’re dating the cop’s daughter?"
"Yes."
"Isn't she the sister of that... queer friend of yours?"
Mike stiffened, but forced himself to nod. "Yes."
His father took a sip of his whiskey. "Stay away from him."
Mike just nodded. "Can I go?"
"Get lost."
Mike didn't hesitate for a second. He dashed up the stairs, closed his bedroom door behind him, and leaned his back against it.
His heart was beating too fast.
He threw his jacket on the floor and collapsed onto the bed. He closed his eyes, but the memory flooded him instantly.
Will’s breath. His neck under his lips. The way he looked at him.
Mike ran a hand over his face in frustration.
"Dammit, Byers..."
He tried not to think about it. He tried to imagine anything else.
But it didn't work.
Because every time he closed his eyes, he saw only him.
He collapsed onto the bed, finally kicking his pants somewhere onto the floor, and at last, he reached for that aching spot.
Mike exhaled heavily, his hands lazily running over his chest, his fingers cupping his nipples until they hardened.
The gentle pull sent shivers down his spine and he pinched harder, gasping as the pleasure and pain spread, thinking of Will, the way his lips touched his neck, the amazing feeling of his body moving in his lap.
With his other hand, he dipped lower and slid under the waistband of his bottom pedal to release his cock, which was already so hard. It was thick and veiny, the head glistening with a drop of pre-cum, which he slowly rubbed with his thumb, teasing the sensitive slit.
Mike's thoughts wandered to forbidden fantasies of what it would be like to have Will touch him while he stroked himself, his grip firm but unhurried.
He closed his eyes and imagined Will kissing his neck, his hand touching his cock.
"Will," Mike moaned, full of desire.
His strokes were stronger and more passionate as he thought about Will, how he was telling him dirty things, how he was kissing and licking his neck with that beautiful wet tongue… He felt so embarrassed when his cock reacted more to the thought of Will.
Mike started to moan
"Will…fuck you
as he pumped his cock harder and faster. His hand traveled up and down furiously. As his balls began to swirl and feel us begin to move from his balls to his cock.
He straightened his legs and swung his hips as he stroked his cock and remembered how Will had moaned when he kissed his neck, how beautifully he had submitted, how he had exposed himself just for him…the thought of their kisses they had once shared was etched into my mind.
He remembered how soft his lips had been.
"So beautiful" escaped his lips over and over and over.
He longed to ejaculate, but at the same time he wished it wouldn't happen, that it would last as long as possible. Mike loved the feeling of gasp that thinking about Will gave him even though he knew what a bad thing he was doing he couldn't stop for the complete unknown or know…on his the shape of her lips and those eyes that looked at him with desire for the provocation she had shown him in the car “hot”. Those beautiful green eyes that just looked into his body sucked the need to pull him closer.
As his fingers traced his shape as he told him all those things and as he surrendered…as he answered without it, he imagined what it would be like if Will took his penis in his beautiful hands and moved it up and down and pumped it and he would feel an uncontrollable orgasm….he imagined Will’s voice from the car telling him “Yuck….this excites you”
"Yes"
"Yes"
He repeated until he reached orgasm and cum covered his hand and the sheets…one last time he said his name “Will”
His legs relaxed and he sank back into the soft bed. The sheets fell around him again and he could smell his cum. He grabbed the nightstand and wiped it from himself remains “Fuck…I hate you Byers…I’ll have to change the bed sheets because of you…it’s all yours
fault.
He pulled the pillow and the pretense that touches Will himself.
“You’ll pay for this…for leaving me alone with this thing!”
With a feeling of relief, he finally fell asleep until the alarm clock woke him up in the morning.
Morning felt like a cold shower of reality. Yesterday seemed more like a secret fantasy than something that had actually happened.
Mike woke up with a blanket thrown over him, and as soon as he opened his eyes, the memories of the night came crashing down on him.
He stiffened.
"God... I'm disgusting."
He ran his hands over his face, as if trying to wash away the shame that stabbed him right in the chest. He reluctantly got out of bed—and immediately noticed the bedding.
He froze.
The sheets were rumpled and sticky, a clear reminder of what he had done during the night… and who he had been thinking about while doing it.
"Fuck..."
He quickly stripped the bed, threw the linens into the laundry basket, and without another glance at the bed, pulled on his clothes.
He needed to get out of there.
He dashed down the stairs almost without thinking. He didn't even bother to eat. The house was quiet—his father had likely already left.
Good.
At least he didn't have to pretend to be normal.
He grabbed the keys, locked the door, and quickly got into the car.
The engine roared to life, and Mike sped down the street before he could change his mind.
With only one thought in his head.
Maybe... he could still catch a glimpse of Will.
The drive felt endless.
Sitting in that stupid car was suddenly strangely uncomfortable. The engine hummed monotonically, the streets of Hawkins passing one after another, but Mike barely noticed them.
His mind was still stuck in last night.
"It was so close..." he muttered under his breath. "Dammit... just that close."
His fingers tightened their grip on the steering wheel. Mike exhaled sharply and shook his head, as if trying to drive those thoughts away.
He couldn't think about it. He couldn't keep replaying that moment in the car—Will in his lap, his neck beneath Mike's lips, the way he had surrendered to him.
His body might react to it all over again.
And the last thing he needed right now was a boner in his pants the moment he parked in front of their house.
"Damn it, Wheeler... pull yourself together."
He pressed the gas pedal a little harder.
Because one thing was certain.
If he saw Will today... it wasn't going to be easy.
Of course, he arrived early.
No one was expecting him yet. The house seemed quiet, almost uncomfortably peaceful. Mike sat in the car for a while, staring at the door as if trying to gather the courage to get out.
To go inside meant seeing him.
Finally, he pulled out his phone and texted El.
Mike stared at the message for a moment, then ran a hand through his hair. He parked the car, got out, and slowly walked to the door. He knocked just once, briefly.
The door opened almost immediately.
Joyce was standing there, and her face lit up instantly.
“Mike! Hi, honey,” she said enthusiastically, letting him inside.
Mike tried to smile, but his eyes were already automatically wandering down the hallway.
He was looking for only one person.
And at the same time, he was hoping he wasn't there yet.