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Will had biked back last night, after almost having another fight over whether he should stay and pretend they were having a sleepover all along. “Your mom’s not stupid, Mike. I wasn’t here when you said goodnight, and I want to stay in her good books at least,” he had told Mike with a firm kiss. It was true, Ted had never liked him much, and Will would really rather not have both Mike’s parents watch him with narrowed eyes as he moved around the Wheeler house. Mike had then thrown a tantrum about coming to drop Will off, but promptly realised he wasn’t in any state to bike around.
So Will had slept in his own bed, and waited for the morning to see Mike at school.
“Hey.” Mike smiles, pulling up next to him on the bike stand. Will checks his watch, feeling proud of Mike for being on time, for once in his life.
“Hi, Mike,” he says, smiling back. His eyes drift down Mike’s frame, his white shirt, light blue button up, and dark blue trousers covering almost all the skin on his body. His hands and neck are clean, Mike having quickly become adept at coverups. He’s so good now that he does them for Max too sometimes (as Lucas makes fun of them all for their easily bruised up white skin). As Will appreciates how the simple outfit falls on Mike’s tall, slim body, he’s also assessing for any signs that Mike’s hurt from last night. Even fighting through the haze of rage and lust, Will had made sure not to hurt Mike. Still, he loves Mike so much, and it never hurts to check.
“Did you sleep well, Will?” Mike asks, lowering his head and raising an eyebrow at Will, successfully convincing him that Mike’s all well and good.
Will laughs, playfully shoving his bratty boyfriend as they walk towards the rest for the Party. A couple of students run past them, accidentally nudging Will further into Mike’s side, and Mike’s more than happy to steady him with a wide grin on his face. “Shut up, Mike,” Will tells him.
Mike seems to take Will’s advice belatedly, gaping at the note he extracts from his locker. With one hand propping the locker open, Mike frowns at the light pink piece of paper decorated in doodles of roses and glitter. Will observes the glitter rubbing off on Mike’s fingers as he leans closer to read the writing. He already knows what it’s going to be, but the actual words surprise him — “Hey, Mike. I think you’re really cute. Take me out? That is, if you can guess who I am.”
Mike’s hand shakes as he clutches the note, making Will frown. He looks at Will as if to ask, Is this you? Did you write this?
Will shakes his head, gritting his teeth. “If you can guess who I am?” Does this girl — because here, at Hawkins High, it could only be a girl — think Mike’s got nothing better to do than to chase her down?
“Mike. Let’s go,” Will says. Mike’s head jerks towards him, eyes glazed and lips slightly parted. It reminds Will of how Mike had looked at him all those years back at Surfer Boy Pizza in Nevada: shocked, scared, completely out of his depth, dark curls bouncing back as he whipped around to stare at Will, wide eyes pleading to be saved. Speaking of, Will meets El’s narrowed eyes from across the hallway, where she’s stopped stashing books in her locker to notice Mike shoving the note back into his.
“She’s probably just confused because I’m tall,” Mike says at the lunch table later, after Will reluctantly lets El tell the rest of the Party about Mike’s secret admirer. “Isn’t that what most girls are into?” Mike shrugs, turning towards Max with his big, puppy eyes.
“Okay, when you say it like that I’m tempted to disagree with you,” Max shoots back, poking Mike’s shoulder. She reaches for her fries and fishes out a pair that have melded together, becoming one mega double-fry. She shrugs, stuffing it in her mouth. “But yeah. At this school? Tall is what most girls are into.”
“And you’re pretty cute too, Mike. She’s not wrong about that,” Dustin supplies, elbowing Mike and smiling with all his teeth.
“Stop,” Mike says through a laugh, batting Dustin’s elbow away. “Don’t lie to me.”
“He’s not lying, man. You’ve got it. Definitely,” Lucas says. “This entire lanky, grumpy, kind of mysterious vibe you have going on? Girls think it’s pretty fly. Right, Max?”
“What is this?” Mike scoffs, looking around the table, and Will doesn’t miss the blush creeping higher on his face. “The Embarrass Mike Convention? Eat your food, Lucas.”
“I’m just saying,” Lucas says, holding one hand up as the other one steals a fry from Dustin’s tray. Dustin gives him the stink eye, which only serves to further amuse Lucas. “If I were you, I would take the compliment and run with it.”
“No way,” Mike says, shaking his head and looking down. He hasn’t touched his food at all. “Whoever it is probably just wrote it as a prank. I’m not falling for it,” he concludes, frowning as his eyes dart through the words on the note again before he crumples it, shoving it into the depths of his bag.
“Damn. That’s harsh,” Lucas says, at the same time that El pats Mike’s arm and says, “Mike. That’s mean. She asked you out so nicely. You should at least go thank her.”
“Hell no,” Mike says, shaking his head again. He looks at Will. That same look again. Will, help me. “Will. It’s a prank, right?”
Will frowns, feeling the corners of his mouth tugging down at Mike’s insistence. The more he thinks about it, the more he realises that Mike’s not just being modest (which Mike is not, by a long shot). He genuinely doesn’t believe someone could find him attractive.
Will shakes his head, heart clenching as he says, “No, Mike. I don’t think it’s a prank.” He pushes Mike’s tray further towards him, gesturing for him to eat. “Why is it so hard for you to believe that it’s real?”
Mike blinks, face scrunching up as he thinks of his answer. He reaches for a fry, deliberately nibbling at it. Will wants to crawl into his head to parse apart whatever is bothering Mike up there. He wants to gather Mike in his arms and press kisses everywhere that he can, preferably with lipstick on, so whoever this girl is can see Will’s marks all over Mike and see that she’s too late, Mike’s already Will’s.
“I don’t know,” Mike replies, still frowning. His shoulders bunch up and drop down, his spine cracking with the movement. “I just find it very illogical to conclude that someone would write a note like that to Frogface. It doesn’t make sense. So it has to be a prank.”
———
It makes Will angry to think that Mike doesn’t see himself as attractive. Does he think Will’s just spent his entire life drawing Mike’s face for love of the game? Just as a hobby? Or does he think all of Will’s compliments on his eyes, his nose, his fingers, his hair are lies? After all this time that they’ve been dating, and this lifetime that they’ve been best friends for, does Mike not trust Will’s judgement of attractiveness at all? The more he thinks about it, the more frustrated Will gets, sinking deeper into Mike’s bed where he’s sprawled on his stomach, sneakily sketching Mike’s side profile. Mike thinking of himself as Frogface is deeply insulting to Will, both as an artist and as Mike’s boyfriend.
He stares at Mike, tracing the angular outline of his face, the soft skin on his cheeks, the mole above the right side of his jawline. Everything about Mike, every single curve and line and edge, Will loves like it was his own. He sighs, trying not to crumple the paper in his grip, and focuses on getting Mike’s nose right: that handsome, strong nose bridge that dips near the end. So uniquely beautiful. So Mike. Will could never, on his worst day, imagine himself looking at Mike and thinking of Kermit. He just doesn’t get it. Mike is gorgeous. Why can’t he see it?
Mike groans from where he’s leaned against the foot of the bed, his hair tickling Will’s elbow. He’s close enough that Will could lean down and kiss his cheek, so that’s what Will does. Mike makes a pleased noise, leaning onto Will’s arm. It makes him stop banging his head into his notebook, so Will counts it as a win.
“I think I’m going to die,” Mike says, dramatic as ever. “Just kill me, Will.”
“I will not,” Will replies, shaking his head.
“No, no. You don’t understand. I’m begging you,” Mike says, looking between Will and the mess of scribbles that is his math assignment. “Just… you must still have some powers left in you. Just blow my brains out, please. I can’t do this anymore, Will.”
Will laughs, putting his sketchbook down to cup Mike’s face. He had already finished the assignment in class, when Mike had been too busy gossiping with Max about the “weirdo” new girl in their class.
“I did offer to give you hints for the answers, Mike,” Will says, and Mike’s eyes soften. Mike turns his face, cupping Will’s hand and pressing a kiss to the centre of his palm. It makes butterflies flutter in Will’s belly. “You rejected me.”
“I’d much rather die by your hand than Miss Harris’,” Mike replies and his eyes flutter shut. He takes a deep breath, smile widening. “God, I love your hands, Will.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” Mike hums, nodding.
“Of course you do. They do a lot for you,” Will says, smirking, enjoying the way Mike’s face heats up under his palm.
“Yeah,” Mike says, laughing. “Yes, they do. But I love them in general too. You have such elegant hands,” he continues, coaxing Will’s hand in front of him. He holds it between both of his own, tracing Will’s fingers from knuckle to knuckle, mapping out the lines on his palm.
“You have such elegant hands, Mike. I mean, look at them,” Will says, grabbing Mike’s hand in turn and giving it the same treatment. “They look like you play the piano or the guitar, and write with a quill on parchment paper, and can make really complicated braids for people. And the coolest part? You actually do all of those things.”
“I haven’t used the quill in forever, Will.” Mike scoffs. “That was, like, seventh grade.”
“Don’t deflect my compliment, Michael,” Will says, ignoring Troy’s voice in his head reciting “Frogface, Frogface. How did you even get pretty face to like you?”
Without warning, Will shoves his fingers into Mike’s hair and tugs.
“Hah,” Mike whimpers, face heating up even further with his own reaction. “Will. Stop it,” he complains, but his mouth is hanging open and Will can see the hunger in his eyes. It never fails to light him on fire, the way Mike looks at him when they get like this, how easily he submits to Will like he’s been waiting his entire life to do it. Even now, Will has no doubts about it. He just has to say one more command and Mike would drop his homework and crawl into Will’s lap, obedient and eager as ever.
But Will cares about Mike’s grades, so he pulls his fingers away, leveraging himself up off the bed. “Yeah. You’re right. Finish your work, Mike,” Will says, ignoring Mike’s pout as he scoots further up the bed, leaning against the headboard. “Then maybe we can do something, after.”
Mike’s face lights up like a puppy that’s been offered treats. “Can’t believe I’m letting you incentivise homework for me,” he says, shaking his head, his face still a slight shade of red.
Will blows him a kiss from across the bed, turning his attention back to the outline of Mike in his sketchbook. As it turns out, sex incentive works perfectly on Mike, and he nearly speeds through the rest of his assignment. Will smiles, in the middle of admiring how hard Mike works even with all of his complaining when they get interrupted by the door creaking open.
“Mikey!” Holly whines, that nickname that Mike would only let her use for him. Just because she’s adorable, and the way she says it, it’s obvious how much she loves Mike.
“Holly!” Mike says, frowning as he puts his finished assignment to the side. For a split second, Will sees the disappointment cloud his face. He must have really been looking forward to Will giving him his reward. But Will’s heart swells at how Mike takes one look at Holly’s wet eyes, the stuffed bear clutched in her right hand, and opens his arms to her, his own needs forgotten in favour of his baby sister’s. “What’s up? Are you okay, princess?”
It sends a thrill up Will’s spine every single time, Mike’s nickname for Holly. Princess. It doesn’t matter how many times he’s heard Mike call her that. Princess. Will just loves it.
Holly the Heroic pads over to drop herself into Mike’s lap, taking an exaggerated deep breath. “Everyone is being mean to me again,” she says, pouting. Ah, Will thinks, the dramatics really do run in the family.
“Hi, Will,” she says, smiling at Will upside down. Will waves back at her with a smile of his own.
“Really? What are they saying, tell me,” Mike says, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a good squeeze. “I’ll beat them up for you.”
That makes Holly giggle. “No, you won’t. Mom would whoop you right back.”
Mike smiles, giving Will the opportunity to admire the crow’s feet next to Mike’s chocolate eyes. “True. Okay. But I could still beat her up, metaphorically, for being mean to you.”
“No, it’s fine,” Holly says, leaning her head onto Mike’s shoulder and sighing. “She wants me to take a nap before my sleepover tonight. But I hate naps. I’m not even sleepy right now. I’m just bored.” She tosses her hands around as she talks, bobbing her head, her hair fanned out across Mike’s shirt.
It takes Mike an hour and a set of dominoes to cure Holly’s boredom, circling around the room as he makes new and interesting patterns, encouraging Holly to do the same, delighting in her laughter as they get so into constructing a pattern that they accidentally meet in the middle, their butts bumping into each other. More than once, Mike looks at Will as if to ask, Is this okay? You’re not bored? And each time Will doesn’t hesitate in shaking his head.
Of course this is okay. Will loves this version of Mike. The attentive big brother. He reminds Will so much of Jonathan, and that thought just makes him want to attack Mike’s face with kisses.
———
They’re fifteen minutes late to meet the Party at The Palace, although by the way that Lucas groans and moans about it, Will would think he’s been made to wait an entire day for them to show up. Max absolutely crushes them all at Dig Dug, like she always does, but Will almost beats her score on Dragon’s Lair, so when they break for the day, Will’s not too sore about it. Definitely not as sore as Mike, whose mood progressively darkens the longer the night goes on, the further that he falls down the leaderboard. Will knows he’s thinking about the note again, it’s weighing on his mind without him even realising it himself.
Mike only really smiles once it’s just the two of them again, walking home under the glow of the streetlights. Having broken the chain on his bike earlier, Will had been frustrated about losing his mode of transport for the day, but now the chilly night air and the slower pace of walking is nice when he’s holding his boyfriend’s hand. Mike looks beautiful in dim lighting, Will has come to know. His sharp, strong bone structure makes shadows form on his face, making him look like something straight out of a movie. The mysterious hero, taking a causal stroll at midnight, planning the murder of his next evil victim. Mike looks beautiful under the Sun too, like he’s made of light himself. His freckles stand out then, making Will wonder how God managed to make someone so kind, so brave, and so gorgeous all in one, and then to give that person to Will to love and to cherish and to praise as he plans to do till his lungs give out.
Mrs. Wheeler smiles at them as they wish her goodnight, and Mike reaches for Will’s hand as soon as they’re high enough on the stairs to be out of sight. As they enter Mike’s room, Will notices that someone’s moved Mike’s dressing table just a little bit forward, so there’s now a sliver of space between the back of the mirror and the wall. Mrs. Wheeler probably, assuaging her random urges to clean every nook and cranny of the house, especially any place that Mike inhabits. Mike rolls his eyes as he follows Will’s gaze, dropping down head first onto his bed, but Will lingers by the mirror, watching Mike’s reflection. He chews on his bottom lip as an idea forms in his head.
He moves towards the mirror, crouching to yank it forward even further. As the dressing table squeals at being moved, Will looks up and meets Mike’s eyes. Mike raises his eyebrows and tries to get up to help, but Will raises a hand to tell him to stay. So Mike stays twisted around propped up on his elbows as he watches Will position the dressing table closer to his bed, so the mirror faces him, successfully framing his entire body. Perfect, just what Will needs. An indirect approach, a cover, so Mike doesn’t bristle and shut him out when Will brings up the topic of the note again, of Mike and Frogface. He needs Mike pliant for him, receptive to the praise Will intends to shower him with, receptive to his well-deserved reward for being so good to everyone around him, so brilliant and caring and beautiful and good.
“Will? What are you doing?” Mike asks, now fully turned around and on his haunches by the edge of the bed. His voice wavers as he looks up at Will with his big, beautiful eyes.
Will breathes out his nose and walks over to Mike. Gently, he encircles the back of Mike’s head, scratching it the way that Mike likes. Mike hums and wraps himself around Will as he snuggles into Will’s stomach. Will uses his other hand to tip Mike’s chin up, tracing Mike’s plump bottom lip as he says, “You were so nice to Holly today, Mike. So kind and patient. Such a good big brother. You know what I think?” He smiles at the way Mike’s eyes seem to twinkle in the light from the night lamp, bright enough that Will can make Mike watch their reflections in the mirror soon, yet dim and soft so it doesn’t hurt Mike’s tired eyes. “I think you deserve a reward for that, Mike.”
“A reward?” Mike asks, eyebrows furling as his warm, long fingers massage Will’s back.
“A reward,” Will replies, smiling wider as he tightens his grip in Mike’s hair at the same time as his thumb digs further into Mike’s lip.
“Oh. Okay,” Mike says, and Will’s finger slips into his mouth as he talks. “Mhm. I agree.”
“You agree?” Will asks, watching Mike dip his head down to coat Will’s thumb in his saliva, eyes already lidded from the promise of what Will’s offering him.
Mike pulls off with a pop and a nod. “One hundred percent. Please.”
“Of course, my heart,” Will says, relishing Mike’s happy sigh as Will bends down to kiss his lips. “I promised you something after you completed your assignment too. I haven’t forgotten.”
“Hmm. You’re too good to me, Will,” Mike says, blinking slowly as Will tucks his curls behind his ear.
No. None of that. Will’s had enough of Mike’s self-deprecation today, so he shuts him up with another kiss and chooses to focus on the tiny “I love you” that Mike breathes onto his lips, like a secret. Will repeats the words back to him, onto his cheek, his forehead, the tip of his cute nose, the tips of his ears where Mike is ticklish, his eyebrows, and finally onto his lips again. I love you, I love you, I love you, Mike. You have no idea.
“You want my cock, Mike?” Will asks, fingers carding through Mike’s hair, and doesn’t feel odd about the mood switch at all. Mike always makes him feel like that when they’re together. Free, to be whoever he wants, say whatever he wants, go from railing Mike into the mattress to loudly sobbing in Mike’s arms to whispering in detail how in love with Mike he is, and back again. Within the four walls of any room that Will can get Mike alone in, Will feels like he can do no wrong. Not when it’s just Mike, his Mike, who he knows better than he knows himself. Even now, Will can feel Mike’s arousal in his upturned mouth, his dilated pupils and pink cheeks. “Yeah? Want me to fuck your mouth nice and rough, the way you like?”
Mike nods and nods and Will could come just from that look in Mike’s eyes, so eager to please Will, to be good for him. He wants to make Mike feel so good he cries.
“Wait,” Will says as Mike scoots back on the bed, bending down to be level with Will’s crotch, eyes alight with want. “Not like this. I want you to see…”
He pulls his sweatpants and underwear down in one fell swoop, climbing onto the bed from the side. Mike whines at the sight of Will, dick out and semi-hard, on his knees waiting for Mike’s lips around him, or maybe Mike whines because he realises what Will wants as he looks to the side and spots his reflection.
“Come here, Mike,” Will says, gesturing for Mike to turn sideways and face him again.
“Fuck yes,” Mike says, and Will snorts at how his desperate arms and legs flail around to get himself in position again. “God. I love when you order me around. Love your cock too,” Mike continues, his greedy, deft fingers already encircling the base of Will’s dick, making Will suck in a breath. “I love everything about you, Will.”
“I love you, Mike. Fuck. Good boy,” Will says, throwing his head back as Mike’s suckles the head of his dick, sending soft pleasure waves throughout his body. “Just like that. Go deeper. I know you can,” he guides, pushing Mike’s head further down, making Mike moan in enthusiastic assent.
Will doesn’t really have to push much when Mike’s more than happy to take him all the way to the base, sucking on the way back up, tonguing Will’s slit and then licking his lips like he’s tasting a lollipop. Sometimes it amazes Will how much Mike enjoys this, so much that Will had briefly thought Mike was performing for him, to prove to Will that Mike was attracted to him in a very decidedly gay lover way instead of a straight best friend way. But Will had quickly realised none of it was fake or even exaggerated. Mike truly loved sitting for hours warming Will up, eyes half closed and completely cock-drunk, and Mike really was that loud with his noises, whimpering and moaning and crying out Will, I love you. Will, I love you. Like a mantra.
“Wow, Mike. I really am the luckiest guy in the world to have you,” Will says, breathing heavy as Mike moans onto him, eyes shut in concentration. “You’re so good to me. So good for me, Mike. The best. You’re all I could ever ask for.”
Mike moans again, eyes fluttering open to look at Will, and now they’re shining wet and a deep brown in the lamplight. Will groans as Mike bobs his head, maintaining eye contact the entire time, and the room echoes with the slurping sound. Mike leans back as if to pull off and Will has half a mind to force him back, but Mike just pants for a second, tongue almost hanging out of his wet, used mouth. He stares at Will before diving back, this time engulfing Will’s balls with his mouth, first one then the other, moaning loudly the entire while to let Will feel the delicious vibrations.
“That’s it. Shit, Mike,” Will moans, pleasure knotting in his gut as he feels Mike’s spit soak him down there, dripping down the inside of his leg. He glances to the side and sees the sweat shining on his own face, Mike’s curls brushing against his thighs as Mike pushes his head deeper between Will’s legs. He sucks in a sharp breath and tightens his hold in Mike’s hair. “Your mouth is fucking filthy. Amazing. Your tongue feels amazing, darling. You’re so good at this.”
Mike releases another moan from the back of his throat as Will pulls him up and tells him, “Look at us, Mike. Look.” He guides Mike’s lips back to the head of his cock, just letting it rest there as he gestures for Mike to look in the mirror. Mike already looks dazed as he angles his head and—
“Fuck, Will,” Mike whines, lips brushing against Will with every word. He moans as Will meets his eyes in the mirror, grip tightening on Will’s thighs. “Fuck.”
“Yeah. See how good you look, Mike?” Will asks, not letting the doubt cloud Mike’s face as he pushes his dick into Mike’s open mouth again, groaning at the hot, wet slide. “You have to know how lucky I feel, getting to have you like this. When you’re so beautiful. So perfect for me.”
Mike shuts his eyes on a sound between a whine and a moan, high and breathy, and Will huffs as he starts bobbing Mike’s head faster.
“Eyes on me, gorgeous,” Will says, and Mike obeys instantly, like he always does. “There we go. You have such beautiful eyes, Mike— mmh— like hot chocolate. They’re my— fuck— favourite eyes in the entire world. Did you… know that?”
Mike shakes his head as much as he can with Will fucking his mouth, and in his eyes Will sees genuine awe. Like he’s surprised that Will likes his eyes. Like compliments from his boyfriend are something to be surprised by. It only makes the frustrated fire in Will’s gut burn brighter, making him want to be rougher with Mike, show him exactly how much Will loves him, throw the entire weight of Will’s love at him and watch how he takes it.
So Will does, lets the relentless snapping of his hips prove to Mike how Will burns for him, desires him, all the time, for all time.
“That’s it, pretty boy. Take it,” Will grunts, using both hands to leverage himself in and out of Mike’s mouth faster, harder. “Take it like a good little cock slut.”
Mike keens loudly around him, his eyes rolling back in his head. Will’s own eyes widen as Mike’s fingers dig into the meat of his thighs and Mike’s back arches as he comes, untouched, just from Will fucking his mouth and calling him names.
“Fuck, Mike. Baby. Oh my god—” Will cries out, hips stuttering as he loses control of himself at the sight of Mike coming like that. He hadn’t planned to finish in Mike’s mouth, but he also hadn’t planned for Mike to do that. Fuck.
“Mike. Mike. Oh my god. That was amazing,” Will babbles, pulling Mike up by his face as soon as he’s finished swallowing Will down. Mike, post orgasm, is like putty in Will’s hands, letting himself be held and moved as Will likes. Will moans, kissing the hell out of the big, satisfied grin on Mike’s face. “You’re— How do you always manage to give me the best orgasms of my life, Mike?”
Mike smiles wider, blinking his long, perfectly curled eyelashes at Will as he shrugs.
“You’re like magic,” Will continues, pressing another kiss to Mike’s red, slightly swollen lips. “This mouth and these hands and this face, Mike.” He frames it in his hands, pushing Mike’s hair away so he can admire his boyfriend’s handsome features. “Just pure magic.”
“Will,” Mike mumbles, his voice hoarse, spit on his chin. He averts his gaze, his cheeks flaming hot. “It’s fine. Sto— You can stop now.”
“Hey, Frogface, catch this!”
“No, I’m serious,” Will says, making Mike face him again and not letting up. “If I didn’t know any better I would go around telling people my boyfriend is made of, like, fairies and stardust. It would explain why your skin glows in the moonlight. You’re divine.”
Mike’s face scrunches up as he starts to say, “My skin does not—”
Will really shouldn’t enjoy it as much as he does, the speed at which Mike’s mouth snaps shut the second he wraps his hand around Mike’s throat. He doesn’t even have to squeeze, just the faintest pressure of Will’s fingers makes Mike lose his breath and all his words. No matter how much of a chatterbox Mike is in their every day lives, when he’s like this, Mike’s world always narrows down perfectly to Will. Just Will.
“I’m not asking for your opinion, Michael,” Will says, smirking down at Mike, who’s lowered himself even further in the last couple seconds, looking like he’s ready to sink onto the bed and bend over for Will as soon as Will wants him. “Say one more mean thing about yourself tonight and see what happens,” Will continues, being careful to maintain the firm tone of his voice, pressing very lightly around Mike’s throat just to feel his pulse jackrabbit. “You got that?”
Mike nods. His Adam’s apple bobs under Will’s hand as he gulps.
Will tuts. “Words, Mike. Do you understand?”
“Yeah,” Mike croaks, clearing his throat. “Yes. I understand, Will.” Mike brings a hand to Will’s hand over his throat, clinging onto Will’s fingers. “Please, Will. I’ll do whatever you want, just…”
“Just what? What do you want, my darling?” Will asks, going right back to admiring Mike’s beautiful face, bringing his other hand to caress Mike’s cheekbones, the bridge of Mike’s nose. “Tell me. Anything. This is your reward, remember? Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
“Just want your cum in me,” Mike says like a sigh, his eyes sliding shut. “Fill me up, Will, please. I don’t want anything else.”
“Fuck, Mike,” Will says, pushing at the centre of Mike’s chest, swallowing Mike’s gasp as he falls onto his back, hands thrown up, Will’s mouth on his like their mouths are north-south magnets. “You’re perfect. I’m so lucky. Fuck, I really should count my blessings every fucking day with you.”
“Will. I’m—” Mike says, cutting himself off with a loud moan as Will latches onto the front of his neck like a vampire, sucking hard. Mike throws his head back, hands clutching the sheets as Will wraps a hand around his waist and pulls his body upwards. Mike goes willingly, back arching like the taught elastic on a sling shot, accepting whatever Will wants to give him. “Oh, yes, yes, please, Will.”
His Adam’s apple rumbles and moves under Will’s teeth as he speaks, and that’s so hot that Will can’t help but moan himself, hips grinding onto Mike, already hard again just at the thought of everything that he wants to do to his boyfriend.
“Ah, fuck, Will,” Mike moans, his arm sliding down, bunching up the bed sheet, before Will stops it by pinning it to the bed with the hand that’s not encircling Mike’s waist. Will opens his mouth wider and angles his head to bite again, making Mike cry out in pleasure.
“I love you, Mike. I love you,” Will mumbles onto Mike’s skin in between staking his claim with his teeth, in between Mike drowning him out with loud, needy moans. “Love you so much. You’re all I need.”
“Will. Please, let me—” Mike says, squirming, and that’s when Will realises that Mike had been trying to get at his pants, take his boxers off with the sticky mess he’s made in there. The thought of Mike helplessly writhing at the feeling of his cold cum clinging to his skin shouldn’t turn Will on as much as it does, but he lets his hands drift to Mike’s pyjamas anyway. “Yes, God. Thank you, thank you, Will,” Mike chants, lifting his hips for Will to free his dick from the confines of clothing. Will sucks in a breath, his own dick twitching at the sight of Mike, long and curved and flushed and wet and perfectly erect again, all for Will.
“God, Mike. I should be thanking you,” Will says, driven almost wild with the need to consume this boy in front of him, inject Mike straight into his bloodstream. “You’re so perfect. I can’t— Your dick is so perfect. The perfect length, perfect width for my hands to fit around it like this, look?” He tells Mike, demonstrating as he speaks, and Mike raises his head, shaking, to look and moan at the sight. Will points at their reflection in the mirror. “And look how much you love it, baby. Look at how you pant and whine when I touch you, the faces you make, do you see it, gorgeous?”
“Yes, yes, I see it. Will, please. I love it,” Mike agrees, eyes shutting as his head falls back onto the bed, clearly expecting Will to start moving his hand faster, but Will made a promise, so he has other plans. “Nnh— No—”
Will shushes Mike’s whine as he pulls away, reaching for Mike’s bag at the foot of the bed, for the lube bottle in the hidden back pocket. He shakes it at Mike’s open mouthed, frowning, pleading expression. “Here, my love. I was just getting this. I wanna get you ready for me,” Will says, coating his middle finger liberally, letting some drip down his wrist and onto Mike’s thigh the way he knows turns Mike on. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me inside you?”
“Yes,” Mike says, rattling his head with how hard he nods. “I need it, Will. I’ve needed you inside me all day,” he says, throwing his head back as a long moan rips out of the very back of his throat at Will sliding that first finger in.
Will doesn’t relent, fingers Mike with a fervour, giving him one, then two, then three, letting his mouth run the entire while to tell Mike how much Will loves him, cherishes him, thinks about him all the time. Will listens to Mike’s moans pitch higher and higher as he adds more fingers, curls them just so to get at Mike’s sweet spot, as he praises the shape of Mike’s eyes, the length of his fingers, the set of his jaw or his shoulders. Will kisses over the marks of his teeth on Mike’s neck and tells Mike about how he’s always loved Mike’s skin tone, so pale, so perfect to draw, how all of him is so beautifully sculpted he’s like an artist’s every wet dream personified. Will watches Mike’s eyes brimming with tears as he starts driving his fingers in faster, fucking Mike with them properly, jabbing at that spongy bundle of nerves inside him. He’s out of breath with the effort of doing that and keeping up the continuous string of praise, but he does it for Mike, lets Mike hear what the inside of Will’s head sounds like every day, saying over and over that he’s obsessed with Mike’s waist, his back, his thighs, his ass, how fast he can run, how words flow like a river of elixir from his mouth and his pen, how Will could spend his entire life just watching Mike play with Holly, or skateboard with Max, or braid El’s hair, roughhouse with Lucas, shout big words at Dustin. His words are getting to Mike, Will can tell by how his eyes completely glaze over with desire, how he melts onto the bed, spreading his legs wider, and most of all by how loud he gets, whimpering and whining and moaning and panting and crying out so loudly that Will has to put a hand over his mouth before his voice travels down the hallway to his parents’ room.
“Can you imagine it, Mike? Imagine how I feel about you?” Will asks on the tail end of another one of Mike’s muffled cries that only make him want to move his fingers faster, fuck Mike completely stupid. “My best friend, the boy I’ve loved my entire fucking life,” Will says, leaning down to mouth his way down Mike’s neck, arms aching from the effort of fingering Mike and muffling him at the same time, “who’s the most beautiful, drop dead gorgeous person I’ve ever seen in my entire life, tells me he loves me back,” he finishes sucking another hickey into Mike’s neck when he feels the wetness on his fingers, “and not only does he love me back, Mike, but he also lets me fuck him like this.” Will leans back to admire how pretty Mike looks with tears running down the perfectly sculpted hollows under his cheekbones, that to-die-for bone structure. “He just lies down and submits to whatever I want to do to him and is so open and pliant and looks like my own personal Baroque painting.” Will feels Mike’s mouth open under his palm as Mike sobs harder. “The day we met, Mike. My guardian angel must have been smiling down on me, when you found me on the swings. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, my heart. I know it. I’ve always known it.”
And that is Mike’s undoing, the mention of their first meeting, the memory that saved Mike’s life, and by extension, Will’s life. Mike comes harder than he did the first time, biting Will’s palm, face turned to the side to watch himself fall apart on Will’s fingers, moaning at the sight of Will working him through his orgasm. Will follows Mike’s gaze, removing his hand from Mike’s mouth and smiling at the soft, whiny noises that now fall from Mike’s lips as he sniffles, tears still falling down his face in a near constant stream. Will licks his lips, holds eye contact through the mirror, and keeps moving his fingers until Mike’s whimpers turn more pained than pleasured.
When Mike doesn’t stop crying, eyes falling shut, Will frowns and pulls his fingers out. “Oh, Mike. Sweetheart,” Will comforts as Mike hiccups and sniffles through the tears. He’s a complete mess, face soiled with spit and tears, his chest with cum and sweat, and Will thinks he’s never looked more beautiful, more like his Mike. “Look at me, baby. You’re okay. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
In his arms, Mike sobs louder, his hands grabbing Will’s biceps like a racoon and he looks so small that it makes Will’s eyes tear up as well. “I love you, Mike,” he tells Mike, his Mike, his baby. “I love you more than I’ll ever love anyone else. I can’t imagine a world without you in it, Mike.” Will brushes the hair out of Mike’s face and holds him tighter as he shakes uncontrollably, almost drowning Will out with his loud sniffling. “I don’t know what I would do without you in my life.”
“Ahh, fu— fuck,” Mike wheezes, wiping at his tears with quivering hands. He lets out a wet laugh, making more tears escape his eyes. “Stop, Will.”
“Should I stop, Michael?” Will asks, pressing kisses over Mike’s tear tracks, licking away the tears escaping his eyes. Mike’s tears taste like an energy drink. Will may be a little bit obsessed with him.“We can stop if you wanna stop.” He traces the beautiful smattering of freckles over Mike’s nose. “I was going to fuck my cum into you, but if you want to stop then sure, by all means. Let me go get—”
“No. Fuck me,” Mike says, falling for Will’s bait, like he always does when he’s like this, two orgasms down, shaking with tears and with pleasure, but still so greedy to be fucked. His eyes are round as buttons. Will wants to swallow him whole. “Please fuck me, Will. I really want you to.”
“Yeah? But you don’t need it anymore?” Will teases, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head, unable to resist toying with Mike when he’s so cute, begging for Will to fuck him with the most adorable puppy face Will has ever seen.
“I need it, Will. Stop teasing me, please,” Mike whines, clawing at Will’s back, his body still wracked with the aftershocks of the orgasms and the tears. “I need it so bad just, give it to me. Please. I’ve been so good for you. I’ve let you do all—” Will doesn’t have to look in the mirror to know that his expression darkens at Mike’s words, he can see it in the way Mike gasps and pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, his voice getting weaker and weaker as he continues, “Will, please, I’ve let you do whatever you want for so… long.”
Will hums, running his hands up and down the insides of Mike’s thighs, pleased at how they tremble under his touch. “I wonder, Mike,” he says, voice a little bit deeper as he leans closer to Mike’s face, grabbing Mike’s jaw and squeezing. “You’re saying you ‘let me’ do all this. You let me do whatever I want.” Mike moans as Will shoves his face to the side, biting over a red, sore spot on Mike’s neck. “Do you actually think you could stop me, even if you wanted to? Do you actually believe that, doll?”
“Fuck. No, Will,” Mike submits, shaking with arousal, his hands falling off Will’s back to clutch at the bedsheets again. “No. You’re in control. I’m just your slut, just yours to use however you like, please. Just fucking ruin me. Do whatever you want, Will. I just need you.”
And with that — Mike’s lilting voice pleading with him — Will decides that Mike has been soothed enough and their short break can come to an end. It’s fascinating how quickly the mood can change between them. If Will hadn’t been so used to it, he would have definitely found it weird. But him and Mike have always been something else, ever since kindergarten, their bond has been just a little different from those around them, rare as the first drop of rain in the desert.
Will thinks about rain as he sits back against the headboard, arranging Mike to sit on his lap, Mike’s back to his front so they can both face the mirror. He thinks about how Mike’s wet curls cling to his face, how his hair always gets so frizzy after that he looks like he’s wearing a wig made out of cotton candy, how he pouts and whines as Max towels his hair off before he drips all over her carpet. Mike whimpers as Will slides into him, and Will thinks about how much he had missed Hawkins’ rain and the clouds and Mike in Lenora. He never wants to feel loneliness like that again.
“God, Mike. You’re so fucking— so tight,” Will praises, slowly rolling his hips, letting Mike feel all of him as he watches Mike’s face pinch in the mirror. “Perfect. Like you were made for me, baby.”
“Hah— I was. I am,” Mike babbles, and he moans as he sees their reflection through lidded eyes. “Shit, Will. Please. I’m yours.”
“That’s right. Good boy, Mike,” Will grunts, his body screaming at him to speed up and fuck into Mike harder. He wraps his hands around the undersides of Mike’s thighs, lifting them up, angling Mike’s body for him to start thrusting up faster. Mike cries out, hands reaching back to wrap around Will’s nape, pulling him even closer as the bed creaks. “Look at you, Mike,” Will says, his gut burning at the strings of spit in Mike’s mouth as it opens on moan after moan, and how flawless Mike looks being worked open on Will’s cock. “Look how pretty you are. Fuck. You were made to be admired, my heart, made for me to— hmm— worship you like this.”
Mike tosses his head to the side, breaking eye contact as he whines, “Will— nnh— please, I’m not—”
“You’re not? Not pretty?” Will asks, ignoring the burn in his glutes as he continues driving his hips up. He lets one of Mike’s legs fall, instead wrapping that hand around Mike’s chest, tweaking his nipple. He smirks as Mike wails, overwhelmed by the new angle, body confused whether to arch back onto Will’s cock or bow forward chasing the pressure around his nipples. “Are you saying I’m wrong, Michael?” Will taunts over Mike’s loud moans, just to see whether he’s lucid enough to remember Will’s warning from earlier, or whether he’s so fucked out that he’s forgotten his place already.
“No, no no Will. I— Please. I would never. Please,” Mike says quickly, shaking his head, hair wild as it flies around his face. Will’s smirk melts into a smile. Mike’s never one to disappoint him. Always so eager to please, so well behaved.
“Mhm. That’s what I thought. Open your eyes, beautiful. Look,” Will cradles Mike’s face, fingers slipping on the spit, and makes him face the mirror, his own debauched reflection with Will behind him. “Tell me you see how gorgeous you are.”
“Will— aah—” Mike’s breaths rattle in and out of him, and he’s drooling onto his own chest. His eyebrows are furrowed to perfection, eyes wide and glistening, and a sheen of sweat all over him. Every word looks like it pains him to say, but — for Will — he says it anyway. “Will, please, I can’t—”
“You can, Mike. Tell me. Come on,” Will coaxes, slowing his thrusts down so he’s barely grinding against Mike’s swollen prostate, keeping him (and himself) right on the edge of pleasure. He doesn’t have to. Will could just keep fucking Mike so hard he sees stars when he’s being so easy for Will, with his legs spread open and his hole clenching desperately around Will. Everything about having Mike like this is driving Will a bit insane, but still, that note is itching at the back of his mind. If he closes his eyes, he can see Mike’s expression at lunch again.
“I just find it very illogical… note like that to Frogface… has to be a prank.”
Yeah. Will plans to give Mike exactly what he wants, what they both want. Will just needs him to say it first. “You’re so good, darling. The best,” Will says softly into Mike’s ear, shushing him. “You’re all I could ever ask for. Say you agree with me.”
Mike whines, trying to drive Will deeper, fully realising that Will’s not going to give him stimulation if he doesn’t compliment himself. Will tuts, stilling Mike’s hips with a rough hand. He doesn’t say anything, just keeps Mike there, speared on his dick, shaking, sobbing for Will to rail him.
“I… God, fuck,” Mike grits out, head hanging forward as a dribble of spit escapes his mouth and drips onto the back of Will’s hand wrapped around his neck. “I agree, Will, please, please.”
Will lights up, hips involuntarily twitching. “Agree with what, doll?”
Mike moans, throwing his head back, hips shaking against Will’s grip. Will can almost physically see his resolve crumbling.
“Fuck, I’m pretty! I’m pretty, Will, I agree, I agree, please fuck me,” Mike begs, completely delirious now, more tears running down his face, and Will moans at the sight. “I’m so— so close, need you, I need you so much.”
“I need you too, my love. My princess,” Will says, coaxing Mike’s head back so he can press a kiss to Mike’s gaping mouth. He starts up the rhythm of snapping his hips up again, not missing the way Mike cries harder at the nickname. “You and your goddamn pretty face and gorgeous body, Mike. Fuck. I love you so much.”
“Show me, Will— Ahh, fuck!” Mike moans, head thudding back onto Will’s shoulder as he bounces up and down on Will’s dick, his mouth fucked so loose the pleas just flow out of him. “Shit! Please, please show me that I’m— fuck, that I’m just a pretty whore for you to fuck—”
“And love. I love you, my heart,” Will corrects, his own head spinning with pleasure as he smiles at their reflections, at how wonderfully ruined Mike looks on top of him. “All of you. Fuck, Mike, you’re stunning.” Will angles his shoulder forward, nudging Mike’s head up to look in the mirror again, making Mike cry out. “Look, Mike. You’re so pretty. Good boy. Good boy. I’ll fuck you. Say it again, and I’ll fuck you harder.”
“Oh yes, yes, I’m pretty, Will. I— yes, I look good when you fuck me I look— fuck— I look amazing! Please!”
“Yes, yes you do, Mike,” Will groans, so close himself, the pride of having accomplished his mission mixing with the arousal of watching Mike fall apart on his lap and becoming a raging fire at the bottom of his stomach. “God, you make me go crazy with how amazing you look, the noises you make. You’ve always had me, Mike. I’m so— fuck, you’re just so goddamn gorgeous. Why don’t you see it? I wish you could— shit— see yourself the way I see you,” Will babbles, fucking up into Mike as fast as he can possibly go, and delights in the way Mike pushes back into him, completely fucked out but still trying to roll his hips into Will, to take Will in deeper, deeper. “That’s it. That’s it pretty, come on. Take what you need.”
“Make me cum, Will, please,” Mike half-whispers, catching Will’s eye in the mirror. His face breaks into a lopsided smile as he continues, “pretty please, Will.”
Will laughs and moans and slides his hand down Mike’s chest, going straight for his cock even as he loses coherence himself. “Mike. Mike. My love. My light. My princess— fuck, baby, I’m going to—” He gets cut off by an uncontrollable moan drawing out from the depths of his stomach as his orgasm hits him. They fall apart together, Will and Mike, until Will can’t tell when one of them ends and the other begins.
There’s no better feeling than post orgasmic bliss, and to Will there’s no better sight than Mike when he’s just had his third orgasm of the night, Mike who — after begging and moaning and crying himself hoarse multiple times — is now grinning like he’s just won gold at the Olympics.
Will groans as Mike falls back onto him, a puppet whose strings have been cut. “Mike. Let me up,” Will says, letting Mike’s thighs go in favour of rubbing his hands up and down Mike’s arms.
“Hmmm… Make me,” Mike says, like a brat, his eyes fluttering open to wink at Will through the mirror, then falling back closed.
It makes Will laugh. Mike always makes Will laugh, it’s one of the reasons Will loves him so much. His heart is surely going to burst one day, when his love for Mike grows so much that it can’t be contained in one organ anymore. But Will’s going to deal with that day when it comes. For now, he rolls his eyes and lifts Mike off of him, trying to slip his dick out as gently as he can given that Mike’s doing nothing to help him. He hisses, overly sensitive to the friction, and lets Mike collapse like a ragdoll onto the bed next to him.
Will sighs, flicking the curls out of Mike’s eyes. “Beautiful. I could spend my entire life painting you, Mike. I have,” he tells him, and Mike’s eyes are closed but Will knows he’s listening because his smile widens. “All my sketchbooks, they’re overflowing with you. Your hands, your face, your body.” Will runs his hand down Mike’s face, thumbing the corners of Mike’s smile. “All of you. You’re perfect to me. My perfect muse. Don’t take that away from me, please.”
Mike opens his eyes then, those eyes that look like churning dark chocolate. Will can’t do anything but watch, mesmerised, as Mike parts his lips, and slowly, deliberately, accepts Will’s thumb into his mouth. Will feels like he’s in a time loop, transported straight back to how they started the night. He recognises the mischief in Mike’s eyes, right before Mike rolls them all the way back, giving Will a show of how he looks when he comes and fuck, Will feels like he’s actually been shocked with the electric arousal that zips down his spine and makes his incredibly spent dick twitch.
“Mike!” he chides, yanking his thumb back and pushing Mike away. Mike lands on his back, chuckling the way he does when he’s proud of himself. Will shakes his head, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars on Mike’s ceiling that they’d put up there together so many years ago. “You’re a menace.”
“So are you,” Mike replies, reaching for Will’s hand to lace their fingers together. Slowly, like he’s only gotten so much energy to spend, he brings their joint hands up to his face, pressing a kiss to the back of Will’s hand. “Did you think of the mirror thing on the spot?”
“Yep,” Will says, feeling his cheeks heat up at the tender feeling of Mike’s lips on his skin. It’s yet another one of the mysteries of being in love with Michael Wheeler, that after everything they just did, this small show of affection is the thing that makes Will blush.
“Wow,” Mike says, his breath fanning across Will’s face like a breeze. “That was all so… wow. I love you, Will.”
“And I love you, Mike,” Will says, smiling so wide he’s showing Mike all his teeth, slightly crooked and all. “Just in case you didn’t catch that.”