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Mike’s eyes fluttered open, slowly taking in the view.

The room was dimly lit, he was curled up on the living room sofa, the TV still on but nothing playing on there. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, why was he asleep in the living room?  He only did that when his friends came over—

His friends. They must be asleep on the floor because Mike can’t really see them anywhere else–when he shuffles to look over the sofa, he is suddenly painfully aware of the heat hitting his crotch. He gulps when he realizes exactly what’s happening–and god it was terrifying.

Propping himself up on his elbow, Mike could see Will was curled up next to him, his back touching Mike’s chest and his…ass pressed against Mike’s crotch. Really pressed–like Mike could feel his dick between Will’s cheeks through the fabric of his shorts. Will he…looked really good in those shorts, flashes of Mike grabbing his hips and thrusting himself onto him through their clothes raided his mind and–

No. No, no, no, Mike thought. He will not think of his best friend like that while they’re cuddled up together on the couch. And so Mike laid back down, trying to ignore how hard his dick was from the pressure, shutting his eyes in hopes that perhaps it would die down, perhaps he could forget about this whole thing and it would be fine in the morning, perhaps Will wouldn’t wake up and call him out on it.

Unfortunately for Mike Wheeler, things don’t usually go his way.

A light is shined in his face, and he opens his eyes to see where the source is coming from. He is met with the sight of his two best friends, Dustin and Lucas who seemed tired in their movements. Dustin had a flashlight in his hands and was tauntingly flipping it on and off. 

Mike winces at the light, hoping they wouldn’t wake up Will. “Turn off the light!” he whispers.

“Me and Lucas are going home, it’s getting late,” Dustin replies, his eyes flowing down to where Will was. “Is Will asleep?”

Mike furrows his eyebrows in frustration, Dustin’s voice was too loud. Apparently Will agreed too, because he soon shimmied his way onto his back, his hip now pressed against Mike’s crotch. Unwillingly, Mike lets out a hiss as his erection has been moved around, and he can see Will’s eyes fluttering open. He was grateful that they were under a blanket, but there was no way Will didn’t feel it.

“Not anymore you jerk,” Will mumbles, sleepiness apparent in his voice. “What time is it?”

Dustin checks his watch before answering. “11:23.”

Will groans. “Shit, my mom’s gonna be pissed at me for riding out this late. I probably won’t see you guys for another week.” he jokes, and Dustin and Lucas let out a tired laugh. Mike however, can’t find it in himself to laugh, not when his best friend is pressed up against the raging boner in his pajama pants.

“I should probably get going too…” Will says as he begins to get up–and Mike panics.

He can’t let him get up–he’ll see it. Without much further thought, Mike is pulling Will back down into their previous position–and everyone is confused.

“Will–you should…you should stay,” Mike is stuttering, he hadn’t exactly planned this out. 

Will turns his head slightly to the left so he can look at Mike. “Why?”

“Wow,” Lucas says, playfully shaking his head and crossing his arms. “Mike is inviting Will to sleep over and not us. Unbelievable.”

“Always playing favorites,” Dustin added on with a tsk, his flashlight was now aimed at the floor.

Mike can feel the blush rising up to his cheeks, but luckily for him, the room is too dim for anyone to really see. “I am not playing favorites! Although if I had to pick one it would obviously be Will. You guys are annoying.” Mike sticks his tongue out.

“This guy,” Lucas huffs.

“Jerk,” Dustin sticks his tongue out back.

Will shifts a little bit, and Mike is quickly reminded of the position that he is in. “Why do you want me to stay, Mike? I think my mom will get mad if I don’t tell her.”

Will is looking into his eyes, and Mike feels like he’s going to pass out. Was Will always this attractive? Or was he just horny? “My mom–she uh, invited you to have brunch tomorrow with my family! Yeah, she said I could bring a friend.”

“Oh. Well then I’m sure my mom won’t mind,” Will smiles and Mike feels his heart throb…and also his dick.

Dustin furrows his eyebrows upon having a realization. “Wait you said your mom said you could bring a friend. Not Will .” he says, accusatorily.

“See! He is playing favorites!” Lucas points at Mike.

Mike rolls his eyes with a groan. The groan being in annoyance from the teasing, and also from Will’s hips being so so close to his hard on. “Just go!”

Dustin sneers, turning his flashlight off and placing it into his backpack. “Fine, you win this time, Wheeler.”

Although it didn’t feel like he had won at all–he was still rock hard, and it didn’t seem like it was going down any time soon. Dustin and Lucas head to the front door, throwing out some more teasing words before finally exiting the Wheeler residence. As soon as Dustin closes the door behind him, Mike feels himself let out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding–and Will immediately picks up on it.

“You okay, Mike?” Will asks softly, turning his whole body to face Mike, and normally Mike would have appreciated the concerned gesture. Except now, Will’s thigh had moved up in between his legs, slightly grazing the tent in his pajamas. “You sounded kind of weird when they were here.”

And he looks so genuine, so kind, so–so innocent that Mike can’t help but feel guilty for even having those thoughts about Will in the first place. “Yeah! Yeah–everything is fine! Just–um, I really have to go to the bathroom is all.” he sputters out.

“Oh,” Will nods. “Okay. Well then go.”

But Will makes no attempt to move at all, instead it seems like he’s waiting for Mike to get up.

Mike blinks a couple of times before realizing that if he got up, it was game over. Will would see that his best friend had a boner from cuddling , god it would be so embarrassing! Not to mention Mike would never hear the end of it from his friends–-Mike shuddered at that, he didn’t even want to think about the things they would say.

Mike swallows the lump in his throat. “Actually, I’m pretty tired. I think I can hold it until tomorrow–let’s just go back to sleep, yeah?”

“Mike, no!” Will laughs a bit. “God, that’s actually terrible for you! You could get like a UTI or something. I heard those hurt.”

“It’s fine–really. I’ll be fine, Will, let’s just go back to sleep.” Mike nervously bites his bottom lip, trying not to think about Will’s thigh that’s touching his crotch.

Will props himself up on his elbow, his thigh moving away from Mike–internally Mike was wishing it was still there. “Go use the bathroom! It’s not like I’m gonna take off if you go take a piss, you weirdo. You’ll feel much better once you do.”

“No, no I don’t want to.”

“Are you afraid to go or something?” Will asks, a smile curling at the ends of his lips.

Mike feels his face blush once more. “N-no! No, that’s not it, I just–”

“Are you afraid of the dark or something? Is that why you were cuddling me?” Will teases, and Mike feels like he’s going to straight up die.

“Will.”

“God, it totally is! You’re such a baby,” Will snickers, beginning to move away from him. “Go use the bathroom. I’ll turn on the hallway light.”

Frantically, Mike’s hands grasp at Will’s tee shirt, stopping him in his tracks. “No! Just–just don’t move. Let’s both not move, how about that?”

Hesitantly, Mike looks up into Will’s gaze–he’s no longer smiling or laughing, instead his face is full of concern. Mike tries to ignore how close their faces are. “Okay, something is going on. We’ve been best friends for years, I know when something isn’t right with you–so tell me what’s wrong.” Will says, and his face almost seems hurt.

Guilt pangs at Mike’s heart, Will didn’t deserve this. “I can’t. It’s embarrassing .” Mike whispers, his eyes diverting themselves from Will’s intense gaze.

“Mike, just tell me.”

“No way.”

A sly smile makes its way onto Will’s face, and Mike can tell that whatever he’s going to say won’t be good. “Well, since you won’t tell me…I’ll just have to tell your mom something is wrong with you. Since I am just so concerned for your health.”

Jesus, that would be even worse. Will discovering his boner was bad, but his mother seeing it would just kill him. Not to mention his mother would probably give him a long awkward talk about something every teenager already knows. The last time that happened was horrible, he couldn’t let his mom find out.

“Fine, Will! I have a huge massive boner right now, that’s why I don’t wanna get up! Geez, are you happy now?!” Mike finally exploded, his voice angrily whispering.

Almost immediately, Mike’s hand flung to his mouth in shock. He was mortified–and the look on Will’s face! Someone please kill him now.

But Will…he doesn’t look angry or upset, instead he looks almost amused. Mike felt his cheeks burn red for the hundredth time this night, although this time they were brighter than before–he began to mentally prepare himself for Will’s inevitable teasing that was to come.

Will blinks a couple of times before one of his hands snakes down the blanket, and before Mike can even register what’s happening, he feels a firm grip on his dick through his pajamas. Mike hisses at the sudden contact, letting out a low groan. “Oh. So that’s what I’ve been feeling this whole time.” Will says, giving his dick a small squeeze.

He felt it the whole time?! So many things were going through his mind–he had a girlfriend. He liked girls. But man, he couldn’t deny that lately, Will’s been looking so much more desirable than before. Another thing was how Will was so nonchalant about this, as if touching your friend's dick was normal! That was…that was gay right? The reassuring smile on Will’s face confused him–maybe Mike was the one who wasn’t normal.

Mike writhes under Will’s grasp. “Don’t touch it, you’re going to make it worse!”

Will frowns at that. “Make it worse? I thought touching it would make it better.”

“You would have to touch it alot,” Mike internally facepalms himself. What was he doing? “Here, I’ll just go take care of it in the bathroom, okay?”

Will shakes his head, giving Mike’s bulge another squeeze. “I don’t mind, it won’t mean anything. Just a friend helping another friend feel better. ”

Mike nearly whimpers at his words, but before he can respond, Will’s squeeze turns into light palming onto his bulge. Mike gasps in surprise, he wasn’t expecting this at all. “I-if you do that, you might make it too better. It feels–” Mike lets out a breathy moan. “...feels a little too good.”

“I wanna make you feel good,” Will says, looking into Mike’s eyes.

Honestly, if Mike had a little less self control, he would have came in his pants right then and there.

Upon hearing Will’s words, Mike’s eyes closed his eyes, scooting his hips a bit further into Will’s hand and opening his legs wider. Mike’s hips began to buck slightly into the hand of his best friend, every thrust fueling the friction his aching cock needed. It felt so good –small noises fell from Mike’s mouth.

Suddenly, Will started moving his hand a bit faster, and Mike could feel his eyes almost rolling behind his head in ecstasy. “Does it feel good?” Will breathes out, his face mere inches away from Mike’s.

“So good.” Mike manages to get out.

Will licks his lips. “So good that you’re gonna cum in your pajamas for me, hm?”

Mike began feeling a lot of emotions from the words that just fell out of Will’s mouth. The question–it was so dirty , so sexual –it turned him on more than he would like to admit. More than anything El had ever said. Will wanted him to cum in his pants…Mike let out a small moan at the pleasure the words brought to him.

The moan was much louder than he had expected, he didn’t even mean for it to come out in the first place. But it wasn’t loud for long–Will intercepting the sound by pressing his lips against Mike into a harsh kiss. 

The kiss was sloppy, but with Will’s hand on his dick, Mike felt like it was the best kiss he’s ever had. He had never thought about it before, but he really liked kissing Will. Not to mention it was so hot having his moan muffled by Will’s pink lips pressed against his, and Mike felt himself coming close to his climax. In hindsight, it was kind of embarrassing that a kiss was what sent him over the edge. But before he could finish, Will’s hand stopped, and he pulled his face away from Mike.

Mike quietly whined in protest, angrily looking into Will’s eyes only to be met with an apologetic look.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you,” Will whispers an apology. “But I thought putting my other hand over your mouth would be rude. We don’t wanna wake anyone up.”

Mike honestly didn’t mind the kiss, the more he thought about it, the more he thinks he should have kissed Will sooner. He probably liked kissing Will a lot more than he should–a lot more than Will does that’s for sure.

“Will,” Mike breathes, his dick throbbing from Will’s unintentional edging. “You can kiss me all you want. Just–just please touch me.”

And it comes off so needy that Mike is cringing at himself, Will looking slightly taken aback from Mike’s straightforwardness. But he doesn’t say anything, instead nodding and pressing their lips back together into a kiss.

This time, the kiss is more needy–it’s steamy, Will and Mike practically biting each other's lips off. Mike’s hands fly up to Will’s hair, gently pulling it as he presses their bodies closer to one another. At this point, their position has changed a bit, Mike is now laying on his back while Will is on top of them, their chests pressed together as they sloppily made out.

After a few seconds, Mike feels a hand place itself on his hip, the touch sending tingling feelings throughout his entire body. The hand then trailed down to the waistband of his pajamas, the fingers carefully slipping inside of the pants. Mike let out a moan, but it was muffled by Will’s mouth as he began to palm his bulge through the thin fabric of his underwear.

Will took this opportunity to stick his tongue into Mike’s mouth–Mike gasping at first from surprise but quickly reciprocating the gesture. This time, Mike couldn’t even control how frantically his hips were bucking up into Will’s hand, if he thought it felt good then, it felt even better with Will’s hand in his pants and his tongue practically down his throat.

Mike wished he could see it–the sight of Will’s small hand around the tent of his boxers, the way his pale fingers cupped his dick, it made him let out another moan into Will’s mouth. They were so close together, nothing but the thought of Will was going through his head: his hair that was threaded inbetween Mike’s fingers, the way their chests were rising and falling rapidly, the sweet scent that Will seemed to have ingrained into his skin. 

Will’s hand began moving faster against the fabric, Mike was unable to keep the groans and moans that were coming out of his mouth. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

Mike’s hands fell from Will’s hair, pushing his neck a little back to break their kiss. “Will, I’m gonna– fuck , I’m gonna cum.”

“Go ahead,” Will whispers, his hand moving inhumanely fast.

Upon hearing that, a wave of euphoria washes over Mike, his body twitching with relief and pleasure as his crotch pools a warm substance. Mike’s eyebrows furrow from the intense feeling, his hips still bucking up into Will’s hand as he rides his orgasm–this was probably the best orgasm he had ever experienced in his life

Will’s hand slowly uncups itself and he carefully pulls it out of Mike’s pants–he hisses from the loss of warmth. It isn’t until a few seconds later that Mike is hit with the reality of his situation. 

Technically, he just cheated on his girlfriend. With his best friend. Who was a guy. Will didn’t even know that he had a girlfriend, because Mike hadn’t told his friends yet.

Will sits up, resting himself on the side of Mike, hovering over him with a warm smile. Mike can’t explain the way his heart practically stops at the sight. He…he liked girls after all. “So, did you like it? I hope so, cause my hand is fucking tired after that.”

Mike feels so guilty, but it wasn’t like Will thought of him that way right?

“Yes...I did like it and all but–but I have a girlfriend,” Mike sits up as well, his mouth suddenly dry. And Will looks like a kicked puppy. “...and you know, I’m not really…not really like that .”

Mike immediately regrets saying that, because Will’s face drops into something close to expressionless. Not mad, sad or anything–just nothing. “Not that there's anything wrong with it, I don’t have a problem. Just not who I am, you know?”

Will swings his legs over the couch, standing up on the floor. “Yeah, I get you, Mike,” he mumbles.

“Will. I didn’t mean it like tha–”

“It’s fine,” Will cuts him off, and Mike is stunned. “This didn’t mean anything, remember? We’re fine. Anyways, I’ve gotta go use the restroom now.”

As Will begins walking out of the living room, Mike can’t help but feel a sense of hurt arise in his chest from Will’s words. And he’s confused, why would he be feeling hurt from what WIll said? It was true wasn’t it? Just a couple of friends getting each other off, there was no need for Mike to be weird about it. But…

But maybe he wanted it to mean something.

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It’s been a couple of weeks since that night happened. 

Will had ignored him practically every chance he got, never allowing himself to be around Mike alone. Every time Mike had inquired about hanging out, Will would say: “Sorry, I’m busy.” or “Can’t, my mom’s making me do something with her.” but Mike knew it was bullshit. He knew Will just didn’t want to be near him.

Mike couldn’t even be around him with the party, because Will would also make excuses to not hang out with them if Mike was there. On the rare occasions when he would, Will still would make sure not to talk to Mike. He’d sit next to Dustin, or Max the entire time, not even sparing Mike a glance. Of course, Mike knew he deserved it, he shouldn’t have said what he did. 

But he would have his chance to redeem himself today. Today, Lucas was having a pool party with the group, and of course, Will couldn’t refuse. The only downside was that Lucas had also invited El, who was Mike’s girlfriend. So he had to get a bit creative.

Everyone had already arrived at Lucas's house with their bathing suits or trunks on–everyone except for Mike. He knew that Will preferred to change into his trunks after getting here because he didn’t like being in wet clothes after the party was over, which was pretty smart now that Mike thought about it. 

“Mike!” Max calls out, causing the rest of the party to look towards him. “Finally, you’re here. What took you so long, slow ass?”

As expected, everyone was already in their swimwear, except Will was nowhere to be seen.

“Sorry,” Mike apologizes as the distance between him and the party shortens. “I forgot something and then we had to go back home to get it.”

“I see,” Max smirks, eyeing El. “This must be your girlfriend?”

“To be honest, I thought he was lying about that,” Dustin teases, earning him a soft hit on the shoulder.

“I’m El,” El smiles softly, extending her hand to Max who excitedly shakes it. The rest of the party greets El in a similar manner but Mike wastes no time. He sees this as an opportunity. 

“So uh,” Mike begins, casually slinging the bag he packed with his clothes in it, he pretends to look around. “Where’s Will?” It’s a silly question, he knows that because…well where else would Will be? Luckily for him, no one questions his behavior.

Lucas thumbs towards his house. “He’s changing.”

“Oh, pfft,” Mike rolls his eyes, he begins walking towards the front door of Lucas’s house slowly. “Well, I’m gonna change, too. Max, you think you could keep El some company?”

“Sure,” Max hooks her arm into El’s. “She won’t even miss ya.”

Mike mumbles in retaliation, waving a dismissive hand towards Max as he steps foot into the Sinclair household. Once inside, he realizes how quiet the downstairs is–his head only being filled with the playful screams of his friends running around outside. The only noises he can hear are those of shuffling, and they’re coming from upstairs. Will must have been changing in the bathroom then. 

It wasn’t until Mike began trudging up the stairs did he begin to feel nervous, clutching tightly on to his bag. He wasn’t even sure what he was going to say or if there was even anything he could say to make things better. He knew that he needed to apologize, but how would that even go? Oh, sorry Will that I let you touch my DICK and didn’t tell you I had a girlfriend and let you kiss me but then say I wasn’t gay! Whoops!  

Wow he was such a dick. Much to Mike’s dismay, he was already at the top of the stairs, he had no more time to think about what he wanted to say. Mike slowly made his way towards Lucas’s bathroom, which was the first room on the right. With his pale fingers ghosting the knob of the door, Mike thinks Fuck it , and without a second thought twists–pushing the door open.

Mike didn’t know what he thought he was going to see. But what he did see was Will practically naked, in nothing but his boxers. 

And he can’t stop his eyes from trailing down Will’s body, his lean torso and pale thighs–Mike is suddenly flung back into memories from that night. Will’s fingers tracing the print of his pajamas, Will’s pink lips pressed against his–it made his dick throb in a way he never knew it could before. 

Will quickly snaps his head towards Mike in initial shock, but his body quickly relaxes upon seeing Mike. “Oh…Mike. Did you need to use the restroom or something?”

“No! Well–yes I mean. Um,” Mike stutters, and he can feel his face beginning to burn with embarrassment. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in on you like this.”

Will narrows his eyes. “Obviously I was changing, you knew that,” he paused, seeming unphased with Mike seeing him like this. “Besides, it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”

“I know that!” Mike defends himself, although he’s not sure what exactly he’s defending. It was true, he and Will had been best friends for so long, they’ve seen each other change before. But it felt much different now–at least for Mike it did.

Will places his hands on his hip. “Okay then…what are you doing here if you don’t need to use the bathroom?”

Mike takes a deep breath before closing the door behind him. “I’ve just been thinking a lot–about that night a few weeks ago.”

“Oh,” Will’s stance softens, like a turtle retreating to its shell. “We don’t have to talk about it. It’s fine, I get it.”

“No, I want to talk about it,” Mike says, and Will furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “I just–shit, I don’t know where to start. I guess, uh…Will, why have you been avoiding me? Is it because I have a girlfriend?” 

Will turns to pick up his clothes on the floor. “I don’t care about your girlfriend.” he says as he bends down to grab said clothes. Mike can’t stop himself from looking–staring at Will’s body, the way his back curves slightly. It makes his hard-on more noticeable through his shorts, but now was not the time to be thinking about that! Will quickly shoves his clothes into his bag. 

“So then why are you mad at me?” Mike asks, his eyes darting away from temptation. 

Will scoffs. “What am I mad for? God you are so–” Will pauses, looking Mike up and down before his eyes rested at his midsection. He smirks. “Stupid.”

Suddenly, Mike feels like a mouse that’s been placed into the cage of a snake. Will practically slithers closer to him, his demeanor completely shifted from the one it was a couple of seconds ago. Mike gulps, subconsciously backing into the door. “Will? What are you doing?”

“I see what you’ve come here for,” Will’s fingers trail up Mike’s arm, sending shivers going down his spine. “You’ve come for a round two. And while your girlfriend is here? I didn’t know you were such a…” Will pauses for a moment, tilting his head upwards to whisper into Mike’s ear. “Slut.”

The words go straight to his dick, he bites back a groan. “That’s not…that’s not what I came here for.”

Will’s eyes flicker down to Mike’s lips. “Oh? Then what did you come here for?”

And that was a pretty good question. What did Mike come for? To apologize, yes, but what did he think was going to happen afterwards? There was an odd feeling that Mike hadn’t been able to swallow since that night–it was confusing. He had a girlfriend, he’s liked girls before, and yet here he was–like a moth drawn to a flame. 

“What’s this then?” Will’s fingertip of his index finger brushed against Mike’s clothed erection.

Mike shudders at the contact–mostly from how good it felt. “I-I don’t know. Just a natural reaction. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Will grins slyly. “You can admit that you want me, Mike.”

Now Mike’s face is on fire. “...No. I–um. I don’t, I told you I’m not like that.”

Will doesn’t look like he believes him, and to be fair, Mike isn’t sure he even believes himself. Whenever he thinks about that night, he thinks about how much he liked it. If he wasn’t…like that , wouldn’t he be disgusted? Will brings his hand to rest on top of Mike’s hip.

“If you don’t want this, then stop me.”

Will pressed their lips together into a soft kiss, leaning his chest into Mike’s. At first, Mike had thought about stopping this, his girlfriend was literally outside of the house. But as Will deepened the kiss, he realized he didn’t want to stop this. 

Mike’s hands fly up to cup Will’s jaw–and even Will is a bit surprised by the action, his body evidently melting into the touch. Whatever little dominance Mike had gained from that was quickly stripped away from him as Will grasped the other’s dick from his shorts–causing Mike to let out a soft gasp. Will took this opportunity to lick his tongue into Mike’s mouth. 

At this point, they’re full on making out–tongues swirling in each other's mouths. Mike feels a thigh place itself between his leg, slowly grinding against his boner. He lets out a soft moan through his nose as Will continues to move his leg up and down. It feels so fucking good–well at first it does. It does until Mike wants more.

He begins moving his hips forward onto Will’s thigh, but Will pulls his leg away quickly–also breaking their kiss. 

“Will?” Mike says with a slight whine in his tone. 

“Hm?” innocence is laced in Will’s voice. Ironic , Mike thinks, because the look on Will’s face is anything but innocent. Will begins thumbing circles into Mike’s hip. “Is there something you want from me? You know I can’t read your mind.”

Sinister. That’s the only way to describe the look on Will’s face. Mike gulps, slightly biting his bottom lip–he knows what Will is trying to do, and he’s not giving in. “...don’t play stupid. You know what I want.”

Will laughs. “I don’t actually.” he removes his hand from Mike’s hip and takes a step back. “But, maybe if you told me, I could… help you out.” Will tilts his head and shrugs. “Or not. You could just not say anything, and I won’t do anything.”

Mike scowls–Will could be such a brat . Even through his frustration, Mike could see there was an ulterior motive. Sure, Will was being a brat and trying to humiliate him by saying such dirty things aloud–but Will was also giving him an outlet, a way out. Mike could turn around right now, he could turn around and go back outside to enjoy the pool party he’s supposed to be having with his friends. He could go be with the girlfriend he had been telling the party about for weeks, peppering her with kisses and affection. 

But then he’d miss it. He’d miss Will’s small hands on his body, making him feel a way that no one has before–an inexplicable pleasure that haunted his mind at every thought. He’d miss the way Will’s face fit into his, like perfect puzzle pieces. The image of Will’s lips is ingrained in his mind. Those soft pink lips everywhere, even in places they shouldn’t be–the thought alone sends a shiver down his spine. 

He just can’t say no. He just can’t. 

Fuck it , Mike thinks, swallowing his pride. He knows his face is beet red, he can feel how it burns.

“I want you to touch me.” 

Immediately, Mike hangs his head in embarrassment. He felt helpless to Will–he’d do anything. Will did things to him that he couldn’t understand. Mike feels a hand grab his face, lifting it up slightly–he notices this because despite Will trying to be sexy, he was obviously much shorter than Mike–to look Will in the face. 

“Aw, that’s all you had to say,” Will coos, pressing a quick kiss on to Mike’s lips. Then he does something unexpected.

Will drops to his knees, his hands immediately reaching out to the zipper of Mike’s shorts. His light brown eyes are locked onto Mike's eyes, as if he were some sort of target he needed to acquire. Mike would be lying if he said Will didn’t look incredibly hot in this position–looking up at him with hands ghosting the print of his dick. 

After unzipping and unbuttoning, Will pulled Mike’s shorts down to his knees. He wasted no time, beginning to palm Mike’s dick through his boxers. “Wow,” Will mutters under his breath. “You’re already so hard. You must have been thinking about this from the moment you entered the bathroom, huh?”

“I wasn’t,” Mike replies, trying to keep a groan from coming up his throat. 

Will seems displeased with this answer, his palming turning into a tight squeeze–causing Mike to gasp and throw his head back against the bathroom door. “There’s no need to lie. I saw the way you looked at me,” he laughs and shakes his head. “Over just me in boxers? Pretty interesting, Wheeler.”

Mike opens his mouth to protest but instead a more interesting sound falls out–a moan–and it’s because Will has officially taken Mike’s dick out of his boxers.

Will takes his cock into his right hand, his left hand is holding Mike’s hip. Suddenly, Mike feels exposed–sure, Will had touched him before, but it wasn’t his bare cock. Whether the feeling is insecurity or fear, Mike isn’t able to figure it out because Will starts stroking his dick. 

And it feels so good. 

The way Will’s small hand wraps around his dick is driving him crazy and it’s so much better than when he jerks off by himself. Letting out a sigh, Mike furrows his eyebrows and practically melts into Will’s hand. He gets lost in the pattern of Will stroking him for a few minutes, the way strands of hair fall onto Will’s face–it makes him want to reach down and swipe them behind his ear. That’s…not a very normal thought to have when receiving a handjob from your best friend, is it?

Suddenly Mike gasps, and it’s loud. There’s a feeling on his cock–a feeling so warm and tight , he’s never felt anything like it before. He looks down to see that Will has begun sucking on his tip, taking him in slowly. Will’s eyes are locked onto him still, it looks like he wants to devour Mike whole. 

Eventually, Will’s mouth is full of his dick, his nose is pressed against Mike’s pubes. He then slowly pulls back, his tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft. Will continues this bobbing motion, and it’s driving Mike crazy . Looking down, Mike decides this is Will’s best angle–on his knees with his dick in his mouth.

Mike accidentally lets out a moan, which he quickly reacts to by slapping his hand on his mouth.

Will takes his dick out of his mouth with a pop. Mike winces at the cold feeling after Will’s warm mouth was just on him. “Be quiet, Mike. After all, you don’t want your girlfriend to hear how much of a whore you are.”

“Not a whore,” Mike defends himself, but Will just chuckles.

A sadistic smile is plastered on to his face as he licks the tip of Mike’s dick. “Yet here you are in our friend’s bathroom getting sucked off while your girlfriend is just outside. You know what that makes you?” Will pauses, giving a small kiss to his tip–Mike practically melts. “A whore.”

Mike can’t even protest, a low groan falling from his lips as Will takes him back into his mouth.

Only this time, Will starts moving much faster–it catches Mike off guard. One of his hands remains on his mouth to muffle any moans, while the other flies down to entangle Will’s hair. Upon grabbing a fist full of hair, Will moans onto his dick–and it’s electrifying. It feels like he’s been struck by lightning, every hair on his skin is up and he doesn’t know how much longer of this he can take. 

“Will,” he says, and he sounds breathless. “I think I’m close.”

There’s no response from Will, except him tightening his cheeks and holding onto Mike’s hips, he starts moving faster. Mike’s eyes widen as he realizes what is about to happen. “Will! I said I’m gonna cum, I don’t want you to have to swallow!”

Will doesn’t unlatch himself, instead he just closes his eyes.

A wave of pleasure washes over him, and even if Will wanted to back out of this part, it wasn’t possible because now both of Mike’s hands were tightly grabbing a fist full of hair as he thrusts into Will’s mouth. And Will…he just takes it–every hard thrust, every breath Mike doesn’t allow him to take, it takes it all. Finally, Mike cums, his thrusts shaky and uncoordinated as he rides out his orgasm. 

WIll attempts to swallow all of it, but some cum is spilling out of the side of his mouth. Mike thinks he looks beautiful like this, with watery eyes and a mouth full of cum. Eventually, Will slowly slips his dick out of his mouth and wipes the remaining cum off of his face with his arm. It’s almost scary how quickly his demeanor changes–it’s like he becomes some sort of horny demon during their…activities. But now, he looks like normal, sweet Will. 

Will is still on his knees, but he begins moving to get up. “We should go with the others, they’ll start getting suspicious.”

However, Mike isn’t finished with him. He came here to apologize, and Will was gonna get that apology god damnit. He notices that Will has a boner of his own. 

“Wait,” Mike says, and Will stops, now in a kneeling position. Mike quickly pulls his boxers up before sitting down on his own knees. Mike then grabs Will by the shoulders and pushes him so that he’s sitting down regularly and Mike is sitting in between his legs. 

Will furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “Mike? What are you doing?”

“Will, I just wanted to say sorry for the other night,” Mike says as he begins palming Will’s dick through his boxers. He’s never done this to a guy before but hey! Will did it to him, it can’t be that hard. Will’s furrowed eyebrows soften upon the unexpected contact.

Mike pulls Will’s boxers down so that his dick is fully exposed now. Mike is honestly in awe, he wasn’t sure he’d be attracted to another boy’s penis, but Will’s was actually very nice to look at. Seeing Will fully naked, Mike wondered what it would be like to have sex with him–like how women and men do in those pornography tapes he’s seen his dad watching. But how would that work with two boys? Mike wasn’t sure, but Will probably knew–he was the gay one after all.

“Are you just going to stare at it awkwardly?” Will asks, breaking Mike out of his thoughts. Mike’s eyes flicker to his face and he notices how red it is. Will’s feeling embarrassed? Usually that was Mike’s job!

Mike continues speaking as he leans forward and firmly grabs Will’s dick. Will lets out a shaky sigh, his eyes closing. “You’re my best friend. These last few weeks have really sucked not having you around. I know you said it’s because you were busy, but I can tell it’s because of me. Because of what I said.”

Mike starts pumping his hand up and down Will’s shaft–in a similar manner that Will was doing to him earlier. He can hear Will’s breath become heavier and heavier. “I know you said it didn’t matter, that it didn’t mean anything…” But I wanted it to mean something, he thinks, yet the words die on the tip of his tongue. “But I want you to know that you do mean something to me, and I really care for you.”

Will’s head has fallen back, his hips are slightly moving with Mike’s hand. “I forgive you, Mike,” he moans quietly. “You’re also my–hnngh–best friend.” Mike smiles, a giddy feeling filling his chest, and he starts pumping his hand faster. Will’s breath hitches, one his hands flying up to grip Mike’s shoulders.

I love you, Mike has the extreme urge to say, but he resists it and instead leans forward to kiss Will instead. As soon as their lips make contact, Mike feels Will moan into his mouth and a warm substance pooling into his hand. He breaks their kiss to look down and see that Will came in his hand. 

“Sorry,” Will apologizes in reference to his hand. 

Mike shrugs and wipes his hand against his shirt. He had brought another one anyway. “It’s okay, I think it’s fair given that I did it in your mouth.”

Will laughs and pulls up his boxers. He looks at Mike and for a moment–Mike wonders why he wants to kiss Will when they aren’t getting each other off anymore.

Mike doesn’t get to finish that thought because there’s a loud banging that makes the two jump.

“Will, are you in there?” Dustin calls out. “What’s taking so long?”

“Uhh,” Will frantically looks at Mike who seems to be panicking as much as he is. “Stomach bug?”

There’s a moment of silence before Dustin replies. “You need some Gatorade or something, man?”

Mike slaps a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing–Will mouths the word “Stop” playfully before answering. “Nah, I’m good, just give me a few minutes.”

“Alright, if you say so,” Dustin begins walking away before he stops. “Oh yeah! I also meant to ask if you’ve seen Mike. He said he was gonna come inside to change.”

Mike’s eyes widen and he quickly shakes his head. “I was never here,” Mike mouths to him and Will rolls his eyes as if to say “Duh.” Will clears his throat to put on his best acting voice. “No, I haven’t seen him around here? Maybe he went to change in another part of the house.”

“Okay, I’ll go look for him, then.” His footsteps get quieter and quieter. 

Will quickly gets up and grabs his bag, fishing his swimming trunks out of the bag. “We’d better hurry up and get dressed before Dustin comes back here and wonders why we’re in the same bathroom.”

Mike couldn’t even find it in himself to be half as worried as Will was, he was just too happy that Will had forgiven him.

Chapter Text

Everything had gone back to normal. At least that’s what Mike thought.

Will stopped avoiding him, started walking with him to class again, and even took it upon himself to befriend his girlfriend El. Seeing the two interact may have seemed normal to the rest of the party, but to Mike, it felt weird to see Will be so welcoming to someone new. Especially if that someone was technically his rival. 

They never talked about what happened at Lucas’s house but Mike isn’t completely oblivious–he’s aware that Will has some sort of attraction towards him. No normal friend would just casually eat his dick like it was dinner, not unless that friend was attracted to him in some sort of way. However, Mike has been questioning that hypothesis these last few weeks because Will’s behavior has been…strange.

Instead of Will sitting with the party in his designated spot, eyes trained on Mike and listening to every word that comes out of his mouth, laughing at all his shitty jokes, Mike notices that Will has started skipping lunch–or at least not sit with the party for it.

What other friends could Will have to sit with? And if that wasn’t weird enough, Will also stopped meeting them after school to bike home. His bike would be missing from the rack he left it that morning by the time Mike and the rest of the party made it there. 

Mike’s concern would grow throughout the rest of the day until his worries were assured the next morning when Will would meet them to go to school. Something definitely had changed about Will’s demeanor–he seemed calmer, a small smile permanently perched on his full lips, like something was making him happy. Mike attempts to focus his eyes straight ahead of him to avoid suspiciously glaring at Will–his ears picking up on the sound of Will’s giggles as he conversates with the party.

As the morning fades into afternoon, the bell rings, signaling the start of lunchtime. Mike, Lucas, Dustin, and Max gather their belongings, their conversation a mix of the day's events and plans for after school.

They navigate the crowded hallways, making their way to their usual lunch spot, a table that had once felt complete with Will's presence. Today, however, Will joins them, a rare occurrence lately, his calm demeanor and the small, content smile still playing on his lips.

Lucas, taking a bite of his sandwich, breaks the silence. "So, Will, you gonna invite your new friend to hang out with us?" 

Dustin chimes in, his eyes wide with interest. "Yeah, we've noticed you've been kinda MIA. Who's the mystery person stealing our boy?"

Max, leaning back with a playful smirk, adds, "Sounds like Will's got a secret admirer or something. Spill the beans, Byers."

Mike, who had been lost in his own thoughts, snapped to attention at Lucas's words. "Friend? What friend?" he asked, his voice sharper than intended.

Will looks around the table, meeting each of their gazes before his eyes settle on Mike. "His name's Lee," he says, his smile widening as he speaks. "We've been hanging out after school and stuff. He's new here, doesn't really know anyone."

The table erupts into a chorus of "oohs" and teasing remarks, but Mike barely hears them. His mind races, piecing together the recent changes in Will's behavior, the skipped lunches, the missed bike rides home. T

The introduction of Lee into Will's life had clearly brought him happiness, evident in his demeanor, but it also stirred something unfamiliar in Mike—a sense of loss, of being replaced.

Max's smirk grows as she leans in, teasing, "Oh, look at Will, all secretive and happy. Lee must be pretty cool to snag so much of your time."

Lucas, unable to resist joining in, nudges Will playfully. "Got yourself a new best friend, huh? What's so special about this Lee guy?"

Dustin laughs, adding fuel to the playful fire. "Yeah, Will, is he into comics and games like us, or are you branching out to the cool kids now?"

The table bursts into laughter and light-hearted jibes, but Mike doesn't join in. Instead, he sits there, a storm of jealousy brewing inside him. His thoughts race, painting Lee in negative shades without even having met him.

Who was this new guy who had so easily taken up Will's time and attention? What could Lee possibly offer that they hadn't been through together as friends? Mike's mind conjures up images of Lee, imagining him as someone too perfect, too cool, perhaps someone who didn't truly understand Will like he did.

Will's eyes sparkle with a hint of mischief, perhaps catching onto the undercurrent of Mike's discomfort. "Lee's really into painting, like me," he shares, his voice tinged with enthusiasm. "We've been working on some projects together after school."

The group's interest is piqued, their earlier teasing shifting into genuine curiosity. "That's pretty cool," Max admits, her playful smirk softening into a smile. "We should all hang out with Lee tomorrow, see what he's all about."

Lucas nods in agreement, "Yeah, it'd be great to meet someone new, especially if he's got Will's seal of approval."

Dustin, always the planner, starts brainstorming out loud. "We could go to the arcade, or maybe the park if it's nice out. Lee can bring some of his artwork tips, too!"

As the conversation turns to planning the hangout, everyone's eyes eventually drift towards Mike, seeking his input.

There's an expectant pause, the air filled with a silent question. Will, in particular, watches Mike with an unreadable expression, the mischief still playing at the corners of his mouth. Does he know about Mike's jealousy, or is it just a coincidence?

Mike feels the weight of their gazes, a mix of anticipation and a subtle challenge in Will's eyes. The idea of meeting Lee, of facing the source of his irrational jealousy head-on, is daunting

With a hesitant nod, Mike agrees to the plan, his voice betraying none of the turmoil inside. "Yeah, meeting Lee sounds like a good idea."

The teasing continues, but Mike's laughter is hollow, forced. Inside, he's questioning everything about his friendship with Will, feeling sidelined and replaced by someone he knows nothing about.

As the group's enthusiasm builds at the prospect of a new adventure, Dustin, ever the organizer, claps his hands together with excitement. "Alright, the arcade it is! We'll meet there after school. Lee can show us his skills and we can show him the high scores to beat."

Max, nodding in agreement, adds, "It's perfect. The arcade's got something for everyone. Plus, it's been a while since we all hung out there together."

Lucas chimes in, "Yeah, and it'll be a great way for Lee to get to know all of us in one go. Will, make sure to tell him it's casual. We don't want him to feel like it's some big test."

The conversation flows smoothly, excitement palpable in the air as they discuss the finer details of their plan. Then, almost as an afterthought, Max turns to Mike, her expression bright with an idea. "Hey, Mike, you should invite El. She'd love to come, and it's been ages since we all did something with her."

Mike's initial reaction is a conflicted one. His mind still wrestles with feelings of jealousy and insecurity regarding Will and Lee's newfound "friendship". However, he knows how much Eleven enjoys spending time with their group, and he doesn't want to dampen the mood with his own issues.

With a reluctant sigh, Mike nods in agreement. "Yeah, I'll invite El," he says, his voice lacking its usual enthusiasm.

Max gives him a mischievous smile, sensing his reluctance. "Great," she says, her tone teasing. "It'll be fun. And who knows, maybe Lee will hit it off with El, too."

Awesome!

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The final bell rings, its sound a signal of freedom, and the group gathers at the bike rack, a buzz of excitement for the arcade visit hanging in the air.

As they approach, the first thing Mike notices is Will's bike still locked in place, conspicuously alone among the sparse bikes left.

He can't help but roll his eyes at the sight. "Looks like Will's still hanging out with Lee," Mike comments, unable to mask the edge of annoyance in his voice.

Max catches the look on Mike's face and lets out a light chuckle. "Give them a break, Mike. You might actually like Lee once you meet him," she teases, punching him lightly on the arm in an attempt to lighten the mood.

El, standing beside Mike, gives his hand a reassuring squeeze, sensing his underlying tension. Mike looks down at her, grateful for her silent support, and manages a small smile.

Right. He has something good with El. Mike is being stupid, he needs to stop. Stop thinking about Will...and his small hands...and his incredible deepthroating abilities—

"Alright, let's get going," Lucas says, breaking the moment as he hops on his bike, eager to set off. "The sooner we get there, the sooner we can start beating those high scores."

As the group prepares to set off, Mike takes a deep breath, attempting to push aside the tangled web of emotions that threaten to cloud his mind. He gives Eleven's hand a gentle squeeze in return, a silent promise to be present and to cherish the time he spends with her and their friends.

With a determined nod to himself, he resolves to shake off the unwelcome thoughts and focus on acting totally cool at this outing. 

The group arrives at the bustling arcade, the familiar cacophony of electronic beeps and music enveloping them as they step through the doors. The vibrant lights and excited shouts from other patrons create an atmosphere of pure, unadulterated fun. Despite this, the energy seems to momentarily stall as they realize Will and Lee haven't arrived yet.

"Guess we're early," Dustin remarks, scanning the room for their favorite machines. "I'm heading to the Dig Dug, anyone coming?"

Lucas and Max exchange a look, a silent agreement passing between them. "We're hitting the pinball machines first," Lucas declares, with Max nodding in enthusiastic agreement.

As the group disperses, Eleven turns to Mike, her expression soft yet inquisitive. "Mike, why do you seem...pissed off?" she asks, her voice low enough so only he can hear.

Mike hesitates, caught off guard by her directness. He looks away, feeling a mix of frustration and vulnerability. "I don't know," he starts, then stops, his inner turmoil bubbling to the surface. "I just... I don't really want to meet Lee," he finally admits, the words feeling like a betrayal the moment they leave his mouth.

El's brows furrow in concern, her gaze piercing. "Why?" she presses gently, her hand finding his, offering support and seeking understanding.

That's a great question, why? 

It's something Mike has been trying to wrap around his head from the moment he even let Will get him off. Why would he let his best friend—who's a guy—touch his dick and kiss him? Willingly? Mike even initiated a kiss the second time. Why did he feel sad when Will said it didn't mean anything? Why does he feel sad now thinking that Will is probably doing all those things with fucking Lee now?

Mike struggles with the question, his reasons feeling both complex and painfully simple.

"It's just...ever since Lee showed up, Will's been different. We hardly see him anymore," Mike says, his voice a mix of sadness and resentment. "I guess I'm just afraid of losing him," he adds quietly, the truth of his feelings laid bare.

El squeezes his hand, her expression one of empathy and patience. "Mike, Will's still our friend. Meeting Lee doesn't change that," she reassures him, her words meant to soothe his fears. "Maybe it's a good thing, you know? For Will to have someone else who shares his interests."

Mike's frustration finds an outlet in words, though they sound more petulant than he intends. "Will doesn't need anyone else. He has us...he has me," he says, the statement hanging in the air between them

As soon as the words leave his mouth, Mike wishes he had just lied about everything. Shit, why did he say that? Even if it was the truth that definitely was not playing it cool.

"Mike, that's kind of a weird thing to say," El points out gently, trying to understand where he's coming from. "Will can have other friends too. It doesn't change how important you are to him."

Realizing how his words must sound, especially to Eleven, Mike quickly tries to backtrack, not wanting to arouse further suspicion or concern.

"Yeah, you're right, El. It's just weird seeing him with someone new, is all," he agrees, forcing a small smile, hoping to convince both Eleven and himself.

The arcade doors swing open, drawing the attention of the group. In walks Will, his face alight with a rare, unrestrained joy, closely followed by...someone.

Lee is strikingly different from what Mike had imagined, defying his every expectation. Tall, with an easy grace about him, Lee carries himself with an air of quiet confidence.

The dramatic entrance halts the bustling atmosphere around them, at least for Mike and the group, as Will eagerly makes his way over, Lee in tow.

"Guys, this is Lee," Will introduces, his voice filled with excitement. "Lee, these are my friends I told you about—Mike, El, Dustin, Lucas, and Max."

Lee's smile widens as he offers a friendly nod to each of them, his demeanor open and welcoming. "It's really great to meet all of you," he says, his voice carrying a sincerity that catches Mike off guard.

The moment is pivotal, meant to be a warm welcome into their circle. However, Mike, wrestling with an internal storm of jealousy and insecurity, finds his response colored by these unresolved feelings. Instead of returning the greeting with grace, his words are laced with a cool detachment.

"Sure," Mike replies, offering a nod that's more obligatory than welcoming.

The reaction does not go unnoticed. The group exchanges uneasy glances, the air charged with a sudden tension. Will's smile falters, a look of confusion and disappointment briefly crossing his face as he picks up on Mike's coldness towards Lee.

Lee, caught slightly off guard by the chilly reception, maintains his composure. His smile dims, but he nods understandingly,

Max steps in with a chuckle, waving off his behavior in a manner that's both apologetic and teasing. "Don't mind him," she says to Lee, her voice light but carrying a note of sincerity. "That's just Mike being Mike. He warms up eventually, promise."

Lee, with a glance towards Mike that mixes understanding with a hint of disappointment, nods and smiles at Max's explanation, appreciating her efforts to smooth things over. Will, still slightly puzzled by Mike's attitude, decides not to press the issue, turning his attention back to the group's plans for the afternoon.

Dustin and Lucas, ever the peacemakers, quickly jump into action, rallying everyone towards a multiplayer game that's always been a group favorite. "Come on, guys! Let's show Lee how we do things here," Lucas exclaims, his enthusiasm infectious.

El, Will, and Lee join them, the group quickly getting absorbed in the game, their laughter and friendly banter filling the air around the machine. Mike, however, finds himself unable to join in, his turmoil keeping him rooted to the spot a short distance away.

He watches as Will and Lee team up, their easy camaraderie and shared laughter a stark reminder of what's been troubling him. Seeing Will so happy with someone else, especially Lee, stirs a confusing mix of emotions within him, chief among them a sense of exclusion and loss.

And then, he sees how Lee's hand casually lands on the small of Will's back, does he usually do that? Does Will let him do that? Apparently, he does because he makes no moves to distance himself from Prince Charming. Mike finds his blood boiling, it should be him there, laughing with Will, touching him like that, it's not right.

Lost in his thoughts, Mike doesn't notice Max slipping away from the group to join him until she's standing right beside him. Her presence pulls him back to the moment, and he turns to find her observing him with a mix of concern and curiosity.

"So, what's the deal? You've been throwing shade since Lee walked in," Max probes, her tone light but her intent clear. "You're usually not this...bitchy."

Caught off guard by her bluntness, Mike stiffens, his mind racing for an excuse. "It's nothing, Max," he insists, though his voice lacks conviction.

Max narrows her eyes, not convinced. "It doesn't look like 'nothing' to me," she presses, her tone serious now. "This wouldn't have anything to do with Will, would it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Mike deflects, his voice tinged with defensiveness. But the evasion feels hollow, even to his own ears.

The atmosphere shifts as Max's observation about Mike's behavior cuts through the noise of the arcade, bringing a brief pause to their conversation. She leans in closer, her voice lowering to ensure their conversation remains private.

"It's a secret, isn't it?" Max prods gently, her gaze locked onto Mike's, signaling she's pieced together more of the puzzle than he's comfortable with. "Tell you what, I'll trade you a secret for this one," she offers, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Mike, taken aback by the proposition, can't help but be curious despite himself.

"And why would I want a secret from you?" he counters, trying to maintain a semblance of disinterest

Max's smile widens, sensing she's piqued his interest. "Because it's about Will," she reveals, watching closely for Mike's reaction.

The mention of Will hits Mike harder than expected, his defenses momentarily faltering as curiosity and concern mingle within him. What could Max possibly know about Will that he doesn't? The thought gnaws at him, and despite his better judgment, he finds himself drawn into Max's offer.

After a moment of hesitation, Mike exhales slowly, his resolve crumbling under the weight of Max's unwavering gaze. "Alright," he finally concedes, his voice barely above a whisper. "There's... something there. Some moments with Will, I guess. I might... have feelings for him," he admits, the words heavy with uncertainty.

Max nods understandingly, her expression softening with empathy. "And you don't want to tell El," she concludes, more a statement than a question.

Mike's shoulders sag with the weight of his confession. "I can't," he murmurs, his voice barely audible. "It would hurt her."

Max reaches out, squeezing his hand in silent solidarity. "I won't tell her," she reassures him, her voice gentle but firm.

A tense silence hangs between them before Max speaks again. "If that's the case, maybe you should break up with El," she suggests quietly.

Mike's breath catches in his throat at the suggestion. "I can't," he replies, his voice tinged with resignation. "She's... she's good to be around. And with Will spending time with Lee now, I'll be even more alone."

Max nods thoughtfully, considering his words. "Fair enough," she concedes, her gaze sympathetic.

Mike meets her eyes, a silent plea for understanding passing between them. "Your turn," he says, the tension in his voice palpable.

Max lets out a deep breath, her gaze shifting to the arcade games lighting up in the background before settling back on Mike.

"Alright, fair is fair," she begins, her voice carrying a hint of reluctance. "My secret... it's about Will, like I said."

Mike leans in, his curiosity piqued despite the heavy conversation they've just shared. Max looks around, ensuring no one else is within earshot, before continuing.

"Will... he doesn't actually like Lee. Not in the way everyone thinks, anyway," Max whispers, her eyes locked onto Mike's, gauging his reaction.

Mike's brow furrows in confusion, a mix of relief and newfound concern washing over him. "What do you mean? They seem pretty close," he responds, his voice filled with skepticism.

Max shakes her head, a serious expression on her face. "No, it's more like Will feels he needs to be around someone, anyone, because he's... well, he's going through a lot. Lee just happened to be there. And I think Will's trying to figure out his own feelings, about a lot of things."

Mike pauses, the gears turning in his head as he processes Max's revelation. "How do you know all this?" he asks, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Max shifts uncomfortably, her eyes darting away before meeting his again. "I talked to Will," she admits quietly. "He's been... opening up to me a bit more lately."

Mike's interest piques further, a mixture of gratitude for Max's insights and a gnawing need to know more about Will's state of mind. "So, what exactly is Will trying to figure out?" he presses, hoping to uncover more about Will's feelings that seem so intricately tied to his own.

Max hesitates, the weight of the secret she's been entrusted with pressing down on her. She looks at Mike, her eyes filled with a conflict of loyalty and honesty. "Mike, I... I can't tell you," she finally says, her voice laced with apology. "It's not my place to say. Will needs to be the one to tell you, when he's ready."

Oh.

As Max walks away, Mike's mind races with the newfound information. He replays their conversation in his head, trying to make sense of it all. Will's secret, whatever it may be, hangs like a heavy cloud over his thoughts.

Obviously, it's that Will's gay, right? He's never outright said it before, but it's pretty obvious—you know with getting Mike off and stuff. Yet, a nagging doubt lingers in the back of his mind. Could it be possible that Will doesn't just think Mike's attractive but actually likes him in that way? Mike brushes off the thought, attributing it to wishful thinking or his own overactive imagination.

If Will is gay, that just makes things less in his favor. Because obviously a gay guy is going to enjoy sexual favors with another guy! Mike isn't special, and it's apparently obvious by the way Lee drapes his arm over Will, pulling him closer like he owns him or something. Maybe Max was wrong, maybe Will does like Lee.

That just pisses Mike off even more.

Max, seamlessly integrating into the group's dynamics, lands a high score, eliciting cheers from Dustin and Lucas. "Take that, beholder!" she exclaims triumphantly, her gaze flickering to Mike and catching his lack of reaction.

Eleven, ever perceptive, notices Mike's isolation and makes her way to him, leaving the warmth of the group behind. "Mike, why are you standing all the way over here?" she asks, her voice filled with concern.

Mike's response is terse, a thin veil over his brewing emotions. "Just needed some space," he mutters, though his eyes never stray far from Will and Lee.

Eleven follows his gaze, then turns back to Mike, trying to offer a different perspective. "Lee seems nice, doesn't he?" she suggests, hoping to ease the tension she senses in Mike.

The comment, however, only serves to fan the flames of Mike's jealousy. "Nice? That's one way to put it," he snaps back, unable to hide his disdain. "Seems more like he's trying too hard if you ask me."

Eleven looks taken aback by the sharpness in his tone. "Mike, that's not fair. He's just trying to fit in with us."

Mike's mind races, his thoughts spiraling. The idea that Lee, this asshole, could have charmed Eleven as well, making him feel even more isolated, is too much to bear

"So, he's got to you too, now?" he retorts, bitterness lacing his words.

Eleven, maintaining her composure despite Mike's outburst, tries to offer a more positive perspective.

"Lee seems like a good person, Mike. And he's good for Will," she says, her voice steady and sincere. "It's nice for Will to have a friend who's as passionate about art as he is. We should be happy for him."

Mike's response is almost immediate, a reflex born out of his swirling emotions. He rolls his eyes, unable to contain his skepticism. "Great, another 'passionate' soul," he mutters under his breath, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Just what we needed."

Eleven draws closer to Mike, her gaze filled with a blend of concern and understanding.

"Mike, you and Will... you've always been really close, right?" she begins, her voice gentle, treading carefully around the unspoken. "Sometimes, it's like you two rely on each other so much, it's hard for anyone else to get close."

Mike looks at her, a flicker of defensiveness in his eyes, but he remains silent, listening.

"I think," Eleven continues, choosing her words with care, "it might actually be good for both of you if Will has someone like Lee. Someone who shares his interests in ways that we can't. It could help you both... grow, you know? Have a bit more space to be your own people."

The suggestion hangs in the air between them, Eleven's implication clear without her having to spell it out. The idea that his and Will's closeness could border on something akin to codependency—without using the term—makes Mike uncomfortable, yet part of him knows there's truth in her words.

Just as Mike is about to respond, the rest of the group, led by Dustin and Lucas, bounds over to them, their faces alight with excitement and adrenaline from the games. "Mike, El, you won't believe it—Lee's awesome!" Dustin exclaims, barely able to contain his enthusiasm. "He totally crushed it on the last game. Dude's got skills."

Lucas nods vigorously in agreement, adding, "Yeah, he's a natural. We've got to have him over more often. Adds a whole new level to the game."

Max, catching the subtle tension between Mike and Eleven, can't resist a little provocation, knowing it'll get a rise out of Mike. "Absolutely, Lee's cool. It's great having someone new to mix things up," she says with a glance towards Mike, her words deliberate, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

Mike rolls his eyes at her.

Will stands slightly apart from the excited chatter, his gaze fixed on Mike. Will's expression is harder to read, a hint of mischief—or is it challenge?—playing at the edges of his smile as he looks over at Mike.

Lee's arm remains draped casually over Will's shoulders, his touch light yet possessive. It's a subtle gesture, but one that carries a weight of familiarity and comfort, as if they've known each other for far longer than they actually have.

Mike is going to kill him.

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As the next day's lunch period rolls around, the group minus Lee and Eleven finds themselves gathered at their usual table, the air filled with the familiar sounds of their laughter and playful banter.

"Seriously, Dustin," Lucas begins, a mischievous glint in his eye as he takes a playful jab at his friend's Dungeons & Dragons skills, "how did you not see that mimic attack coming? I thought you were the Dungeon Master, not the Dungeon Disaster."

Dustin retorts with a good-natured scoff. "Oh, come off it, Lucas. The only reason you're still alive is because I'm benevolent. Besides, a true warrior adapts to surprises. You're just lucky I'm on your side."

Max chimes in with a chuckle. "Benevolent? Please, you nearly forgot about the Wand of Wonder we looted. If it weren't for me reminding you, we'd all have been goblin food by now."

Lucas, still riding the wave of their laughter, suggests, "Hey, what do you guys think about taking our campaign to Mike's basement this weekend? It's been ages since we had a proper game night."

Nods and murmurs of agreement ripple around the table, everyone eagerly anticipating another weekend filled with gaming and camaraderie. "Sounds like a plan. Count me in," Will chimes in, his voice mingling with Dustin's enthusiastic, "Heck yeah, let's do it!"

"Hey, what if we invite Lee to join us this weekend? It could be fun to introduce him to the game."

The suggestion is met with nods and words of agreement from Lucas and Dustin, eager to welcome a new player into their fold. "Sure, the more the merrier," Lucas says, enthusiasm clear in his voice.

"Yeah, it'll be great to have a fresh victim—I mean, player," Dustin adds with a mischievous wink.

But Mike, whose mood had been teetering on the edge of sullenness, reacts sharply to the suggestion.

"Does Lee even know how to play?" he snaps, his tone sharper than intended, slicing through the warmth of the moment.

Will, taken aback by Mike's tone, meets his eyes, sensing the underlying tension. "Well, no, but we can teach him," he offers gently, trying to smooth over the abrupt shift in mood. "It's not hard to pick up, and it could be a good way to get to know him better."

Mike tries (and fails) to suppress an eye roll. "Great," he retorts, his voice dripping with cynicism. "A teaching moment. Just what we all signed up for. Maybe we can all get together and knit him a welcome blanket too."

Will's brows furrow as he meets Mike's gaze. "What's gotten into you, Mike?" he retorts, his voice tinged with frustration. "We're just trying to include Lee. What's your problem?"

Mike's jaw tightens, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "My problem? Maybe I'm just tired of everyone acting like Lee's the greatest thing since sliced bread," he snaps back, his words sharper than ever.

Will's eyes meet Mike's, but this time there's a different glint in them, something akin to provocation. "Why does it bother you so much, Mike?" he asks, his voice deceptively calm, but with an undercurrent of challenge. "I thought you'd be happy for me, making a new friend. Unless there's another reason you're upset about Lee joining us?"

Mike feels a flare of anger, catching the insinuation in Will's words. "What's that supposed to mean?" he retorts, his voice rising slightly despite his efforts to control it. "You think I don't want you to have other friends?"

The exchange grows more heated, veering away from the topic of Lee's inclusion in their plans.

Will leans in, his tone deliberate. "Maybe it's not about what I think, Mike. Maybe it's about what you're not saying. About us."

Mike's heart races, frustration and a pang of jealousy mixing into a volatile cocktail. "There is no 'us', Will. This is about you parading around with Lee, trying to make...what? Trying to make me jealous?"

The accusation hangs in the air, thick with implications and unvoiced feelings. Will's expression is hard to read, a mixture of satisfaction at Mike's reaction and something else—regret, perhaps, or uncertainty.

"You're the one making it about jealousy, Mike," Will counters, his voice softening just a fraction, as if he's suddenly unsure of his approach.

Max steps in, her voice cutting through the heavy air with a deliberate lightness.

"Okay, drama queens," she interjects, her tone teasing but firm, "we're having a campaign tomorrow, remember? So whatever this is," she gestures between Mike and Will, "you two need to kiss and make up. Literally or figuratively, I don't really care."

Her attempt to inject humor into the situation draws a few stifled laughs from Lucas and Dustin, who've been watching the exchange with a mix of concern and bewilderment. Mike and Will, caught off guard by Max's blunt intervention, share an awkward glance, the anger in their eyes softening slightly.

Mike huffs. "Fine," he mutters, though he doesn't look directly at Will. "For the sake of the campaign."

Will nods, the corners of his lips quirking up in a brief, strained smile. "Yeah, for the campaign," he agrees, his tone echoing Mike's reluctance.

Max, satisfied with her handiwork, claps her hands together. "Great! Now that that's settled, let's focus on beating the Demogorgon's cousin twice removed or whatever monster Dustin has planned for us this time."

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Maps are sprawled across the table, surrounded by character sheets and dice. Snacks and a couple of large pizza boxes are strategically placed within arm's reach, ensuring that the party's quest won't be hindered by mortal needs like hunger.

Dustin, Lucas, Max, and Mike, are already deep in discussion about their strategy for the upcoming campaign when Will and Lee arrive, the last to join the gathering.

Their entrance is met with a mixed reception—excitement from most of the group, but a noticeably cooler vibe from Mike, who tries his best to mask his feelings with a neutral, "Hey."

As they settle into their roles, with Dustin assuming his position as Dungeon Master, the campaign kicks off, but it's not long before the bickering starts. Most of it is light-hearted, part of their usual dynamic, yet some of it carries a sharper edge, especially when Will makes a point of praising Lee's contributions to the game.

"Wow, Lee, that was an incredible move," Will exclaims after Lee's character deftly avoids a trap, his eyes darting to Mike to gauge his reaction. "You're doing so good."

Lee beams at the compliment, oblivious to the tension it stirs. "Thanks! I've been reading up on the rules. Glad it's paying off."

Mike clenches his jaw, forcing a smile. "Yeah, great job," he mutters.

At one point, Will leans over to whisper something to Lee, their heads close together, laughing at a private joke. The sight stokes the embers of jealousy in Mike's heart, watching them interact with such ease, a stark reminder of the distance he now feels between himself and Will.

"Focus, guys," Dustin eventually calls out, trying to steer the group back on track. "We've got a dragon to slay, remember?"

As the campaign progresses and tensions simmer, Max and Lucas become more vocal, their bickering adding another layer to the already charged atmosphere in Mike's basement.

"Seriously, Lucas? You're going to charge headfirst into a room full of goblins? Have you learned nothing?" Max exclaims, her tone a mix of disbelief and amusement as she leans back in her chair, watching Lucas plot his next move with reckless abandon.

Lucas shoots back, a defiant grin on his face. "Bold strategy is the key to victory, Max. Besides, my character has an escape plan you know nothing about," he boasts, rolling his dice with confidence.

The result, however, is less than favorable, prompting a groan from Lucas and a triumphant laugh from Max.

"Great escape plan. Looked more like a sprint to your doom," Max teases, shaking her head in mock disappointment. "Remind me never to follow you into battle."

As Will leans in to offer Lee some advice on his next move, their heads close together in whispered strategy, Max can't resist the opportunity to stir the pot further.

"Looks like we've got a new dynamic duo in the making," she comments, glancing at Mike to catch his reaction. "What do you think, Mike? Will and Lee, the unstoppable team?"

Mike forces a tight-lipped smile, his gaze flickering between Will and Lee. "Yeah, unstoppable," he echoes, the word leaving a bitter taste.

As the evening wears on, Will's interactions with Lee become increasingly pointed, each shared laugh and whispered strategy seemingly designed to catch Mike's attention. With every touch and look, it becomes more apparent that Will is playing a game far removed from the Dungeons & Dragons campaign unfolding in the basement.

The flirtation, subtle at first, grows more pronounced, a deliberate display meant to provoke a reaction.

Will wanted him to be jealous, and boy was it working.

Max and Lucas continue their bickering and gameplay, largely oblivious to the undercurrents between Mike, Will, and Lee. However, Mike's growing agitation becomes impossible to ignore, his frustration boiling just beneath the surface with each of Will's calculated moves.

"Lee, you're a natural at this," Will comments, his voice carrying across the room, laden with admiration. "I knew you'd pick it up fast."

Lee leans in closer, his reply just audible enough for Mike to catch. "Only because I've got a great teacher," he says, punctuating the statement with a smile directed solely at Will.

Mike's hands clench into fists at his sides as he watches the scene unfold. Each glance, each laugh shared between Will and Lee, feels like a deliberate attempt to draw a reaction from him.

"Seems like you're getting along pretty well," Mike finally interjects, unable to mask the edge in his voice, his frustration boiling over.

Will turns to Mike, a hint of mischief in his eyes, fully aware of the effect his actions have had. "Just trying to make our new friend feel welcome," he says, the innocence of the statement belied by the knowing look he gives Mike.

Mike's patience frays at the edges, the controlled facade beginning to crack. "Right, 'welcome'," he retorts, the sarcasm biting. "Looks like you're doing a fantastic job."

"What's going on here?" Lucas asks, eyebrows raised in curiosity, as he catches the tail end of the exchange.

Dustin tries to lighten the mood. "Hey, let's all just chill, okay? We're all friends here," he says, attempting to bridge the gap with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

Max, picking up on the undercurrents of jealousy and frustration, can't help but add her own quip, hoping to defuse the situation with humor. "Seems like we've got a bit of a love triangle on our hands, huh?" she teases, throwing a playful glance between Mike and Will, then back to Lee.

The comment draws a mix of reactions; a chuckle from Lucas, an awkward laugh from Dustin, and a pointed look from Mike, who's not in the mood for jokes. Will, on the other hand, maintains his composure, the hint of mischief still playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Max, just shut up," Mike snaps.

"Oh, hit a nerve, did I?" she snaps back, her words laced with a sharpness that cuts through the tension in the room.

Mike, already on edge, feels his anger spike at Max's provocation. "Maybe if you spent less time sticking your nose into other people's business, you'd actually win a game for once," he retorts.

Max, unfazed by Mike's comeback, leans in. "Oh, please, Mike. The only game you're winning at is 'Who can be the most jealous.' You're practically the champion."

Unable to contain himself, Will lets out a laugh, a genuine, infectious sound that momentarily lifts the heaviness of the room. Dustin joins in, his laughter mingling with Will's.

Their laughter, however, only serves to further irritate Mike and Max, who shoot them a pair of irritated glares in response.

"Alright, alright," Dustin says, still chuckling, but with an underlying seriousness. "That's enough entertainment for one night. Let's get back to the game, folks. We've got a world to save, and at this rate, we're never going to make it out of the first dungeon."

Will, still smiling, nods in agreement, the humor in the situation not entirely lost on him.

As the game continues in the basement, Will leans in closer to Lee, his voice just loud enough for Mike to overhear from across the room. "Hey, Lee, watch this," Will says with a sly grin, picking up the dice. "I'll show you how it's really done."

Lee chuckles, nodding in anticipation. "I'm all eyes, Will. Impress me," he responds, his tone playful, the chemistry between them unmistakable.

Will rolls the dice with a flourish, the outcome favorable. He looks up at Lee, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared triumph. "See? What'd I tell you? Strategy and a little bit of luck," Will boasts, the light in his eyes not solely from the victory in the game.

Lee's laughter fills the space, a sound that grates on Mike's nerves. "You're really experienced, Will. Maybe you should teach me a few more tricks later," he suggests, the implication clear.

The exchange, seemingly innocent to an outsider, is laced with undertones meant to catch Mike's attention. Will's glances towards Mike, checking for a reaction, confirm his intentions.

Mike can't take it anymore. The jealousy that's been simmering inside him reaches a boiling point.

Pushing back from the table, his movements are quick and loud, the chair crashing to the ground as he stands. The sudden noise halts the banter and gameplay, drawing the room's attention to him.

"Will, we need to talk. Alone," Mike demands, his voice cutting through the noise of the basement, sharp and filled with an intensity that silences the room.

Will looks up, a flicker of triumph in his eyes betraying his intentions. "Yeah, okay, Mike. Let's talk," he agrees, though his voice betrays a hint of apprehension.

Mike doesn't wait for a verbal response from the rest of the group. He strides over to Will, grasping his arm with a grip that's stronger than necessary, a physical manifestation of the turmoil roiling inside him. The group watches in stunned silence as Mike leads Will away.

As Eleven starts to rise from her seat, Max intervenes swiftly, placing a hand on her arm. "Hold on, El," she says, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Trust me, sweetie, you do not wanna get in the middle of that."

Confused, Eleven looks between Max and the group, realizing that something is amiss. "What do you mean?" she asks, her brow furrowing in concern.

Max simply gives her a knowing look before turning her attention back to the group. "Hey, guys, why don't we just keep playing for a bit longer?" she suggests, her tone casual yet convincing. "I mean, we're on a winning streak here, and we don't wanna break it, right?"

Dustin and Lucas, caught up in the excitement of the moment, readily agree, eager to continue their campaign. Lee seems hesitant, but it's not like it was his house to be walking around in anyway, so he decides to just sit and wait for Will.

Meanwhile, Mike's grip remains firm as they exit the basement, his fingers locked tightly around Will's wrist. Determination etched on his features, Mike leads them up the stairs and into his room with a sense of urgency.

Once inside, Mike doesn't waste a moment. With a swift movement, he maneuvers Will, guiding him to the edge of the bed and releasing his grip. Will lands on the mattress with a soft thud, caught off guard by Mike's forceful action.

"What the hell are you doing, Will?" Mike finally bursts out, unable to contain the frustration and confusion.

Will looks up at Mike, his expression feigning innocence, but there's a hint of something more, a flicker of understanding of the game he's been playing.

"Doing? I'm not doing anything, Mike," Will responds, his voice calm, almost too calm, as he carefully watches Mike's reaction.

What a little shit.

"Don't play dumb with me, Will. You know exactly what I'm talking about," Mike retorts, his anger flaring. "You're using Lee to make me jealous, on purpose."

Will turns his head to the side, an expression of wide-eyed innocence as he gives Mike a look that could melt the coldest of hearts—those famous puppy eyes that Mike knows all too well.

"Come on, Mike, that's ridiculous," he protests, though the hint of a smirk plays at the corners of his lips. "I'm just hanging out with a friend. What's wrong with that?"

Mike's jaw clenches as he struggles to contain his emotions. "You know damn well what's wrong," he snaps, his voice rising with frustration. "This whole thing with Lee, it's not just about 'friendship'. It's about pushing my buttons, and you're loving every minute of it."

Will's smirk grows more pronounced, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. "And what if I am?" he challenges, his tone teasing yet defiant. "What are you going to do about it, Mike?"

Without thinking, he strides over to where Will is sitting on the bed, his hands clenched into fists by his sides.

When he reaches Will, Mike doesn't hesitate. He leans in, his hands finding purchase on either side of Will's face, their eyes locked in a fierce gaze. He lingers as his eyes drop down to Will's pink lips.

"Are you scared, Mike?" Will whispers, his eyes looking up to Mike's with a challenge dancing in their depths. "Scared you won't be able to be as good as Lee?"

Lee is a fucking joke, sure he's attractive, and everyone likes him. But he's not Mike; he doesn't know Will like Mike does.

"Anything he can do, I can do better," he retorts, his voice edged with determination.

Will's smirk widens, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"So prove it."

Mike quickly leans down, pulling Will's face up to his. Their lips crash in a collision of conflicting emotions—frustration, desire, resentment, and longing all mingling in the intensity of the moment.

Mike is hyper-aware of every detail, every sensation that Will provokes within him.

The scent of Will is intoxicating, a blend of the outdoors and a hint of paint reminiscent of Will's artistic passion. But it's the taste of Will that overwhelms Mike the most—sweet, almost addictive, like a secret Mike has cherished and craved in the quiet corners of his heart.

This sweetness, it's not just a mere taste on Mike's tongue—it's a visceral experience, a rush that floods his senses, making his heart race and his skin tingle. It's as if with every press of their lips, Mike is drawing closer to the core of what makes Will so essential to him, so irreplaceable.

Lee, with no shared history, no battles fought side by side, no nights spent dreaming together under the same sky, cannot possibly understand the depth of this sweetness. He hasn't earned it, hasn't walked through fire to protect it, hasn't grown alongside it.

Lee doesn't deserve to taste Will like this, doesn't deserve to have Will sighing and moaning into his mouth, doesn't deserve to have Will's tongue licking against his own, doesn't deserve Will's heavy breathing as his leg presses against Will's crotch.

Mike just wants to make Will feel so good he'll forget why he even let Lee touch him in the first place. 

Will pulls away first, panting and red-faced as he tries to read Mike's face.

"What...what do you want?" Will asks, his voice low. "You want me to jerk you off? Or blow you? Either way it's gotta be quick, the party will come looking for us eventually."

Mike's heart squeezes at that, because Will was already expecting to just give. Mike's gaze scans Will's features, each line and curve radiating a pure, selfless willingness to offer everything to Mike, asking for nothing in return.

He places his hands on Will's knees as he lowers himself to the ground. Will gives him a look of bewilderment. 

"Mike? What are you—"  

He's cut off by Mike moving his knees to spread his legs apart, Will's boner practically on display.

"Are you and Lee together?" Mike asks, looking up at Will as he begins palming him through his jeans. 

Will's breath hitches, closing his eyes. "Not—not technically no." he pauses to let out a soft moan as Mike starts gripping his dick further. "We just, uh, we just mess around together."

Mike furrows his eyebrows at this. So Lee has touched Will like that. 

"I don't like that," Mike admits, using just one finger to brush up and down Will's clothed cock. "Matter of fact, I don't like Lee at all, and I want you to stop seeing him."

Mike leans forward to fumble with Will's belt, but Will chuckles from his previous statement. Unbuttoning his jeans, Mike shoots him a look, one of confusion.

"What's so funny?" Mike huffs, unzipping Will's pants so now he can see the print of Will's dick through his boxers. 

Will shakes his head, moving some hair from his face. "Unless you wanna be touching each other's dicks every day, then Lee is here to stay." he jokes, but Mike's dick twitches in his pants.

"I wouldn't mind," Mike replies, leaning forward to try and maneuver Will's cock out of his underwear, but Will's hand comes down to stop him.

"Yes, you would," Will says, tightening his grip on Mike's fingers. "Because you have a girlfriend, Mike. No offense, but it's not really sexy if you finger-bang your girlfriend then come over to dick me down."

Mike feels his face flush, he had forgotten just how much of a dirty mouth Will had. But he also feels guilt, Will is right. He can't have them both.

"I know..." Mike moves the hand that Will is gripping, and brings it up to his face so he can kiss Will's fingers. "I'll break up with her."

Will looks down at him skeptically before Mike decides to put Will's fingers in his mouth, his lips wrapping around them tightly. His tongue goes between each finger, making direct eye contact with Will who looks entranced. He hollows his cheeks as he sucks and licks around the fingers—staring up at Will with eyes full of seduction. He watches as Will's breath falls heavy, his chest moving up and down harshly. 

"I don't believe you," Will says, as he uses his other hand to slide into his boxers and pull his dick out. "But, I'm really horny right now, so let's deal with this later."

Mike smirks around his fingers, pulling them out with a string of saliva still connected. "Deal."

With a swift, almost aggressive motion, he raises his hand to his mouth, spitting into his palm. He then wraps his hand around the base of Will's dick, causing him to let out a moan and involuntarily buck his hips upward. 

"Yeah, just like that," Will breathes out as Mike begins to pump his hand up and down, his eyes closing, his eyebrows furrowed together. "Feels so good, Mike. Your hands are so big, you wrap around me perfectly."

Mike lets out a soft moan at his words, his own dick jumping to restrict against his jeans. Will is so verbal, usually when he does this stuff with El she just moans and it honestly feels like a chore to get her off. But with Will, it's like every stroke ignites something in Mike, every sigh, every plea that falls from Will's lips, every time Will leans his head back in pure bliss just makes Mike want more.

Will hums. "I see you're hard," his eyes flicker down to Mike's crotch. "Turned on just from touching me? So cute."

Will leans forward to caress his hand against Mike's face, going over his prominent cheekbones and freckled skin. Mike leans into the touch tightening his grip against Will, who jumps at the sudden movement. 

He's not sure how to go about this because he's never sucked a dick before, but he assumes Will would like how Mike likes it. Without warning, he dives forward, putting the tip of Will's dick in his mouth.

Will's entire body jolts, his dick almost falling out of Mike's mouth. He looks up to give Will a raised brow, asking for an explanation. "Fuck, I didn't think you were gonna suck me off."

Mike pulls back a little, enough to let the erect cock fall. Suddenly, he feels bad, he should have asked Will before he did that. "Shit, I'm sorry, Will, I should have—"

Will cuts him off, his face flushed like he's embarrassed. "No, no I want you to...it's just. I don't think I'll last long at all if you do that," he pauses before he continues. "Especially since it's you."

Now Mike is the one blushing, embarrassed like a school girl kissing her crush—as if he's not sitting here face-to-face with Will's dick, as if he wasn't just jerking him off a few seconds ago. Will thinks he'll do a good job...Mike has to now. He has to prove himself better than that cuck Lee, show Will how good he can make him feel.

And so, Mike jumps back into it, putting Will's dick back into his mouth, the taste of pre-cum—salty yet not unpleasant—spreading across his tongue as he continues down the shaft. At this point, Will is wriggling around like he's about to cum when Mike hasn't even started yet.

Once he gets as far as he can, Mike hollows his cheeks, sucking as his tongue runs against the underside of Will's cock. Will's hand comes up to settle into Mike's hair with a gentle yet firm tug, causing Mike to let out a moan that reverberates up his dick throughout his whole body. His once dirty mouth was now silent as he bites down on his knuckles to keep his moans suppressed—to keep anyone from coming up those stairs.

Mike lets himself come back up, pulling off most of Will's dick. His hand comes up to grip the base as he licks over the slit, greedily looking for more of Will to taste—before swirling his tongue over the tip again. He lifts Will's aching cock up to lick a stripe up the base, mainly for his own curiosity as he feels every vein slide against his tongue—painfully slow. He can feel Will squirm uncomfortably from above.

"Mike," Will groans as he continues to just lick around his dick. "Mike, please."

Mike moves back, his hand slowly jerking Will off. "What is it, Will?"

Will's hips buck up, chasing friction, but Mike's free hand comes up to push him down. He whines. "Mike...please let me cum. Please."

Mike leans forward to place a kiss on the tip. "All you had to do was ask," he coos before putting Will's full length back in his mouth.

Mike's arms come underneath Will's legs so that his thighs are resting on his shoulder, pulling him even closer to Will.

As Mike starts to speed up, drool is coming out the sides of his mouth, dripping onto his wooden floor—Will's grip on his hair tightens at the notion. "Mike, I don't think—shit," Will squeezes his eyes as a groan escapes him. "I don't think I can last any longer."

But Mike doesn't let up, instead, he goes even faster, his head beginning to spin at all of the motion, but his entire focus is on Will. 

Will taps the side of his head with his thigh. "Mike! I'm gonna...cum," he struggles to say, looking down expectingly as if waiting for Mike to stop. When he doesn't Will furrows his eyebrows. "Mike seriously, if you don't—" he interrupts himself with a moan. "I'll cum in your mouth you asshole!"

Mike just tightens his grip on Will's thighs, preparing himself for Will to finish. 

He bobs his head once, twice, and then he feels Will pull his head even further into his crotch, cumming hard down his throat. Mike attempts to swallow it all, but it proves impossible as it pools out of his mouth dripping on the floor. Mike enjoyed it a lot more than he'd like to admit, watching as Will rocked his hips upwards through his orgasm.

As soon as Will releases his grasp, Mike pulls back, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. Tears sting his eyes, but amidst the haze of pain and confusion, his mind fixates on one thing—Will.

"Was it..was it good?" Mike's voice is completely fucked.

Will opens his eyes, coming down from his high, he reaches down to grasp Mike by the chin. Without a word, he leans in, capturing Mike's trembling lips with his own. The kiss is filled with a raw, unspoken intensity, a surge of electricity courses through them both, igniting a passionate flame that burns brighter with each passing second.

Will pulls away, his eyes locking with Mike's half-lidded eyes. "Was it good?" he repeats the question incredulously. "That was probably the hardest I've ever came in my life."

Relief floods through his body, that's basically confirmation that he outdid Lee, right? Mike feels a sense of pride wash over him, a sense that he had corrected a mistake made by the universe—the introduction of Lee into Will's life.

Mike laughs, weakly getting himself off the floor and back on his feet. "Good, I was worried because I had no idea what I was doing."

Now that he's standing up, Will's at eye level with his crotch, eyeing it with amusement. "Do you need help with that?"

Suddenly Mike feels a little self-conscious, he coughs, reaching into his pants to adjust his little problem. Will also puts his dick back in his pants.

"Uh...no Will, you don't have to," Mike is feeling a little...nervous? Which is ironic considering he just sucked the soul out of this man. "I just wanted to do that for you."

Will's brows knit together, a crease forming between them as he falls into a deep, contemplative silence. His gaze turns inward, eyes clouded with intense thought, reflecting the complexity of the emotions and questions swirling in his mind.

"Why? I mean I knew you were jealous of Lee but I just assumed maybe you didn't want to be replaced in the best friend department," Will finally speaks out. "And yeah, maybe I egged it on because I liked making you jealous."

Mike's confusion deepens at Will's admission, his brows furrowing as he struggles to make sense of the revelation. "Why would you do that?" 

Will meets Mike's gaze squarely, his expression serious yet tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "I guess... I wanted to feel what you feel sometimes," he confesses. "To know that I'm not the only one who... cares, I guess."

Mike's eyes widen in realization, the pieces starting to click into place. "You wanted to know what it's like to be in my shoes?" he asks, his voice softening with understanding.

Will nods slowly, a weight lifting off his shoulders as he lets the truth spill out. "Yeah," he admits, his tone heavy with the weight of the confession. "It felt nice to make you feel... how you make me feel sometimes."

Slowly, memories begin to surface—moments when Will seemed distant as Mike shared stories of his time with El, instances where Will's laughter felt forced, his smiles a tad too brittle. Mike recalls the tension, which he had just assumed was because they both found it awkward to interact after making each other cum like there was no tomorrow. But just like Will was jealous of his relationship with El, Mike was jealous of Lee—except Will just knew how to not be an asshole about it.

Mike was such a fucking idiot.

"So why'd you do this?" Will's voice breaks, his words choked with emotion, snapping Mike out of his thoughts.

Mike blinks, momentarily thrown off by the sudden shift in tone. "Huh?"

"Sorry let me be more blunt. Why did you suck me off? You didn't get anything out of it," Will snaps, wiping a tear that fell down his face. "You don't have to feel bad for me you know?"

Mike actually got a lot out of it, but now probably isn't the time to admit that. 

He knows what he needs to say, the confession that has been burning a hole in his chest, but fear clamps down on his throat, the words stuck behind a wall of uncertainty.

Will's voice cuts through the silence, brittle and laced with hurt. "You're just feeling sorry for me, aren't you? That's why you're here, right? Because of El..."

Mike's breath hitches at the mention of El, his resolve strengthening. This was it—the moment of truth.

"No, Will, it's not like that," he says, his voice stronger than he feels. "I told you, Will...I'm going to break up with her,"

Will's reaction is immediate, a mixture of disbelief and self-protection as he meets Mike's gaze. "You didn't mean it, Mike," he counters, his voice laced with skepticism. "You just said that to get in my pants faster for some fucked up reason."

Mike feels a pang of sadness in his chest, he doesn't want Will to feel like that at all, like he was just some sex plaything for him to call on whenever he's bored of his girlfriend. As scared as Mike is of the truth, he'd rather face it than continue to let Will think so lowly of himself.

"I meant what I said, about breaking up with El," he explains haltingly, the weight of his confession heavy on his shoulders. "But... it's not just about that. There's something else I need to tell you."

"What is it, Mike?" 

Mike hesitates, the words catching in his throat as he struggles to articulate the complex mess of emotions swirling inside him. "It's... It's hard to put into words," he admits, his voice trembling with uncertainty. "But I... I care about you, Will—"

But Will cuts him off, a bitter edge to his voice as he stands up from the bed, distancing himself. "If this is your way of letting me down easy, save it. I get it, Mike, you don't have to spell it out for me."

"That's not what I'm trying to do," Mike insists, his frustration growing as he attempts to bridge the misunderstanding between them.

Will, however, isn't convinced. "Really, Mike? Because it sure sounds like you're just trying to soften the blow. I told you, I get it."

"That's not—" Mike tries again, but it's clear that Will doesn't want to hear what he has to say.

In a moment of frustration, Will heads for the door, intent on leaving the room and the painful conversation behind. "I should just go," he mutters, his hand reaching for the doorknob.

Mike, driven by a mix of desperation and fear of what leaving would signify, steps forward with a determination that surprises even himself. He positions himself between Will and the only exit, his body language pleading for Will to stay, to listen.

"No, Will, please, just listen to me," he pleads, the urgency in his voice palpable. "You're not hearing what I'm actually trying to say."

Will tries to sidestep him, but Mike is relentless, refusing to let him leave, his determination fueled by the fear of losing his chance to make things right. "Will, stop. Please," Mike implores, his voice breaking with emotion.

Will pauses, trapped by Mike's insistence and the intensity in his eyes. "Mike, what could you possibly say that—"

"I love you, Will. That's what I've been trying to tell you," Mike blurts out.

Upon hearing Mike's confession, Will's entire being transforms. Will, usually so composed, becomes a portrait of confusion and vulnerability, his cheeks flushing a vivid shade of red as he tries to digest Mike's admission. His eyes, wide with astonishment, betray a spark of something deeper, perhaps feelings for Mike he has scarcely allowed himself to consider.

"Mike, I—I just...," Will starts, his voice catching in his throat, the shock rendering him almost speechless. His stance, usually so steady, now appears uncertain, as if the ground beneath him has shifted. "You can't—can't just say that and... and think everything will just—"

Mike can't help but chuckle softly at Will's stumbling words, he's just so cute when he's embarrassed.

Caught off guard by Mike's reaction, Will's blush deepens. "You..." he pauses, looking for some kind of retort. "You get your shit together with El!"

Without waiting for Mike to digest the words, to offer any sort of explanation or plea, Will reacts almost instinctively. He delivers a swift knee to Mike's groin.

The impact takes Mike by surprise, folding him in half with a gasp of pain, his breaths sharp and ragged as he tries to comprehend what just happened. Will, meanwhile, doesn't linger to witness the aftermath of his impulsive action; he turns swiftly, making his escape from the room.

Will Byers you little—

Chapter Text

Will sat at his desk, the soft glow of his laptop illuminating his face.

Last night's encounter with Mike looped endlessly in his mind, a memory so surreal it felt borrowed from one of his comics. Mike's hands coming up to rest on his thighs, those pretty lips wrapping around Will's cock, sucking everything Will has to offer—

Will groans, he shakes the image from his mind. He doesn't have time to be jerking off to Mike right now, he has homework due tomorrow. Not to mention he's probably already had his hands in his pants like 10 times since the incident. 

Restless, Will shifted in his chair, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of the keyboard, never quite making the commitment to type. 

"I'll break up with her," Mike had said, his voice serious, eyes locked on Will's with an intensity that made the air around them feel charged. Will scoffed at the memory, a self-protective sneer curling his lips.

"Lying bitch," Will mutters to himself, the words a shield against the tiny flicker of hope that dared to ignite in his chest. To believe Mike would mean to entertain a sea of what-ifs and maybes, to allow himself to be vulnerable to a potential future that could very well be built on foundations as flimsy as a house of cards.

The house was quiet around him, his mom working late again, leaving Will alone with his swirling thoughts. Without the usual distractions, the silence felt oppressive, almost accusatory, as if urging him to confront the maze of feelings he was determined to ignore.

Frustrated and seeking an escape from his spiraling thoughts, Will considered calling Lee. Lee always knew how to distract him, to pull him out of his own head and into the comforting realm of distraction sex. Ironically enough, Mike had managed to make him cum harder than Lee ever had and that's because—okay, no, Will isn't supposed to be thinking about that right now.

Right. Lee. A guy who is actually gay and doesn't have a girlfriend.

Just as he reached for his phone, a knock on the door jolted him out of his contemplation.

Surprised, Will pauses, phone still in hand, and turns toward the unexpected sound. A mix of curiosity and apprehension fill him. Who could it be at this time? He had an idea...

He crossed the living room, each step a mix of dread and anticipation, and reached for the door. Maybe, just maybe, this knock would bring the answers he was so desperately seeking.

Will, phone still clutched in his hand, hesitated for just a moment before opening the door.

There, under the muted porch light, stood Mike. The sight of him, with his dark curls tumbling into his eyes, those deep, pretty brown eyes flecked with emotions Will couldn't immediately decipher, caught Will off guard. The soft glow of the light accentuated the scatter of freckles across Mike's nose and cheeks, and his lips, a soft pink, seemed to pull Will's attention despite his best efforts to remain indifferent.

Will mentally scolded himself for getting lost in the details of Mike's appearance. He was so in love—he's cooked.

"What are you doing here?" Will manages to ask, his voice steadier than he felt.

Mike glanced down, noticing the phone in Will's hand. A flicker of something passed over his face—was it disappointment or relief? "You weren't answering my calls," Mike says, his voice low.

"I was... busy. Doing homework," Will replied, a flimsy shield of an excuse.

Mike arched an eyebrow, skepticism written all over his face. "It's 9 PM, and you haven't checked your phone the entire day?"

Caught off guard, Will scrambled for another excuse, anything to maintain the fragile veneer of nonchalance he'd constructed around his feelings. But the words that tumbled out felt just as hollow as his first excuse.

"Yeah, it was... a lot of homework. Lost track of time, I guess."

The absurdity of his own claim hits Will then, and a small, involuntary chuckle escapes him, breaking through the tension.

"Alright, maybe not the entire day. But I've had stuff to do, you know?" he tries again, his tone a mix of admission and evasion.

Mike rolled his eyes, a clear sign he wasn't buying any of it. "Whatever," he sighed, shaking his head slightly. "I need to talk to you about what happened yesterday."

A cold knot of dread settled in Will's stomach. He braced himself for rejection, for the inevitable 'it was a mistake' and the platonic consolation that might follow. Whatever, they've done this before, Will can get through it again. He was pretty sure that Mike's declaration of love the previous night hadn't been genuine, that it had been a spur-of-the-moment thing. Perhaps, Will speculated, Mike had felt threatened by Will's closeness with Lee, pushing him to say something drastic, something he didn't truly mean.

Mike pushed past Will, a determined stride carrying him towards the familiarity of Will's room. Will's feet felt like they were made of lead, yet he compelled himself to follow. Mike's purposeful steps toward the familiar haven of Will's room felt like a march toward judgment day.

"Mike, you don't have to explain," Will calls out, his voice tinged with a forced casualness he didn't feel. "It's fine if you didn't mean what you said last night. Really, it's okay."

 Mike came to an abrupt halt, turning around with a look of bewilderment that etched deep lines across his brow. "What are you even talking about, Will?"

Will, desperate to shield his already battered heart, rushes to fill the silence, "It's okay, Mike. Really, I understand. People say things they don't mean all the time when they're—"

"That's not it," Mike interjects.

But Will, drowning in his own sea of self-preservation, cut him off, "No, really, Mike. Let's just forget it. It's totally fine—"

In a swift motion, Mike closes the distance between them, his hands finding Will's shoulders with a grip that's both firm and gentle, forcing Will to meet his gaze.

"I broke up with El."

Will's mind seemed to freeze, the words hanging in the air between them like a sudden chill. "You... what?" he managed to stutter out, his voice barely above a whisper.

For so long, Will had harbored this quiet understanding, a conclusion drawn from countless glances, half-finished sentences, and the way Mike's laughter always seemed the most genuine around him. He had seen the signs, subtle but unmistakable, that perhaps Mike might prefer the company of someone like him over anyone else. Yet, he had also convinced himself that Mike would remain in denial forever, that he would cling to a façade that was easier for the world to accept.

And probably also the fact that Mike let him touch him in the first place was a little gay.

Now, faced with Mike's admission, a cascade of thoughts floods Will's mind. There's disbelief, a swirling torrent that questions if Mike could truly have made such a decisive step away from what society expected of him. There's also a flicker of hope, so fragile and tentative that Will is afraid to give it form or name.

Doubt and confusion swirled within him, creating a storm of questions with no immediate answers. The thought flickered through his mind—had Mike lost his mind? Will's head game could not have been that good to turn Mike gay.

"Are you serious?" Will found himself asking, still struggling to wrap his head around the magnitude of Mike's actions. "You broke up with El? But why... I mean, are you sure?"

Mike's gaze locked onto Will's, an unmistakable clarity in his eyes. "I literally sucked your dick and told you I loved you last night, Will. Why wouldn't I be sure?" His words, straightforward and sincere, cut through the haze of Will's doubts.

Will's face flushed a deep shade of red, the directness of Mike's reminder sending a wave of embarrassment crashing over him. "Don't say it like that!"

Mike couldn't help but laugh, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "Wow, it's nice to see you embarrassed for once. Usually, it's me."

"Shut up," Will mutters, the corners of his mouth twitching despite his embarrassment. He couldn't quite meet Mike's gaze, instead finding an inexplicable interest in the pattern of his own socks.

Slowly, they gravitate towards the edge of Will's bed, moving with a familiarity born of countless shared moments. They sit side by side, the space between them charged with an unspoken understanding, their shoulders barely touching. The mattress dips slightly under their combined weight, creating a gentle slope that draws them imperceptibly closer.

After a moment, Will, curious and a bit apprehensive, turned towards Mike. "So, how did El take it?" he asks softly, broaching the subject they had skirted around. "Breaking up is never easy."

Mike lets out a sigh, the weight of the moment resting heavily on his shoulders "It was tough," he admits. "El's an amazing person, and hurting her was the last thing I wanted. But it wasn't fair to her, to us, to keep pretending. She deserves someone who can give her their whole heart, you know?"

Will nodded, understanding the weight of Mike's decision. 

Mike took a deep breath, a semblance of relief washing over him as he shared more details. "Yeah, it was kind of surreal, you know? When I told her, I was bracing myself for the worst. But El, she just... she looked at me with this understanding in her eyes. It's like she had been putting the pieces together long before I did."

He chuckles softly, shaking his head in amazement. "She even said, 'I saw how you looked at Will. It's the same way I look at chocolate cake, and I really love chocolate cake.' It was her way of breaking the tension, I guess."

Will, caught off guard by the comparison, couldn't suppress a snort of laughter. "Well, I guess being compared to chocolate cake isn't the worst thing."

"Definitely not the worst," Mike agrees, his laughter mingling with Will's. "She's got this incredible strength, El. She told me she just wants us to be happy, even if it means we're not together. It was... pretty amazing, really. Made me respect her even more."

Will's expression softens, a mixture of relief and admiration washing over him. "I'm proud of you, Mike," he says sincerely. "It takes a lot of courage to do what you did, to be honest with yourself and El about how you feel."

Mike chuckles, a touch of bashfulness coloring his cheeks. "Of course," he replies, his gaze shifting slightly, a flicker of something more serious crossing his features.

Then, after a brief pause, a look of contemplation settled over Mike's face. He turned to Will, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. "Hey, um," he began, his tone shifting to something more hesitant, "Did you ever break things off with Lee?"

Right. Lee. The guy he was actually about to hook up with before Mike decided to profess his love. You can't blame Will for following a pattern, right? Especially from someone who's as predictable as Mike Wheeler—although perhaps he isn't as predictable as Will thought.

"I... no, I didn't," Will admitted quietly, his gaze dropping to his hands, fingers fidgeting with a loose thread on his jeans. "I guess I didn't think you were... actually being serious about what you said last night."

A moment of silence stretched between them, thick with the weight of Will's confession. Mike's gaze fixed on Will, intense and unflinching, not with anger but with a seriousness that hinted at a plan forming behind his eyes.

Then, breaking the silence, Mike spoke with a decisive tone."Call Lee. Right now," he instructed, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Tell him you can't do stuff together anymore."

The words send a chill down his spine, Will's eyes scan over Mike's face—trying desperately to see what Mike is feeling. Just that same serious expression. Mike wants him to break things off with Lee, something Will probably wouldn't have done under normal circumstances. But, whatever! His best friend who he's been in love with his whole life wants him.

Will swallows hard, the reality of the situation settling in. With a nod, he shifts away from the edge of the bed, laying back against the pillows as he unlocks his phone with slightly trembling fingers. The act felt monumental, a step towards a future he had scarcely allowed himself to imagine.

Mike remains perched at the edge of the bed, his presence looming over Will as he watches with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension.

The phone rang, each tone echoing through the room like a drumbeat of apprehension. Will's nerves jangled with every ring, amplified by the weight of Mike's gaze, which felt like a laser beam burning a hole through him.

With shaky fingers, Will brought the phone to his ear, the sound of his own heartbeat drowning out the world around him. "Hey, Lee, it's Will."

"Hey, what's up?" Lee's voice came through the line, casual and warm, but Will felt a lump form in his throat, the words sticking as if they were coated in tar.

As he spoke, a sudden sensation—a hand trailing up his leg—jolted Will from his conversation with Lee. He glanced over in confusion, only to find Mike's eyes fixed on him, a mischievous glint dancing in their depths, even as he maintained his serious demeanor.

"We, uh, can't hang out anymore," Will blurts out, the words tumbling from his lips before he can stop them.

"What?" Lee's voice is laced with confusion. Will shoots Mike a glare but he only smirks in return.

"Uh, I just... I mean, we..." Will stutters, his words stumbling over each other as Mike's hand continues its slow, deliberate path. The sensation sends a ripple of confusion and a flare of something else through him, scattering his thoughts.

Mike then squeezes Will's inner thigh, Will looks down at him in bewilderment. "What the hell are you doing?!" he whispers, drawing the phone away from him.

"Stay on the phone," Mike insists, peering up at him through his long lashes. Shit, Mike was going to be the death of him.

Lee's voice, filled with concern now, cuts through the haze. "Will? Everything okay over there?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just that..." Will tries again, but his attention is split, half on Lee's voice coming through the phone and half on Mike, who's now unzipping his pants. 

Will drops the phone again, his eyes watching as Mike's hand rests over his crotch. "Mike!" he grits his teeth.

"Shhh, just relax. Wouldn't want Lee to think something is up now would you?" Mike coos, rubbing his hand over Will's clothed cock in circular motions.

Will furrows his eyebrows, attempting to hold back the noise coming up his throat—he's already rock solid, probably has been since the moment he saw Mike's stupid face at the door. Honestly, he could probably cum just from looking at Mike's face, he probably has before, and he probably would later. 

"What's going on? Why can't we hang out anymore?" Lee presses on the line.

"It's just... I-I've got a lot going on right now, and I think... I think I need some space," Will fumbles with the words, each one feeling heavier than the last.

He's about to elaborate further when he feels cold air strike his aching cock, he refuses to even look down because he knows he'll probably finish from just the sight of Mike being so close to his dick. It took everything in Will not to cum in two seconds the night before, he's not sure if he'll have the same resistance knowing now that Mike feels the same way about him.

"Space? Will, is everything alright? You're sounding really off," Lee's voice is laced with genuine concern now, piercing through the fog of Will's flustered state.

Before Will can think of what to say, Mike leans in, his voice a low whisper, guiding Will's response. "Tell him you don't need anyone else but me."

Will can't even process the words before he feels a warm sensation licking up the underside of his dick. Fuck. He watches as Mike delivers another teasing, painfully slow lick all the way to the tip. "Shit," Will breathes out, momentarily forgetting he's even on the phone with Lee.

"Will?"

Will closes his eyes, leaning his head against the backboard. "Uh, yeah—yeah, fuck, sorry," Will tries to hold his composure. "Um yeah, I just think I want some space—" Will cuts himself off with a grunt from Mike squeezing the base of his cock.

He looks down in confusion. Mike licks his lips, his voice low. "Tell him you guys aren't going to be fucking anymore. Or else..." Mike lets go of his dick hastily. "You don't cum."

Will almost whines in frustration, he wants it so bad, wants Mike's mouth all over him, wants Mike to make him cum—but he's not gonna get it without playing Mike's little game first. "Okay," he whispers, ensuring Mike he understands. 

Mike's hand is back on his dick immediately, stroking up and down, and Will has to hold back the groan rumbling in his chest. 

"Yeah, um, just I can't be doing stuff with you anymore..." Will continues, feeling his breath hitch at Mike speeding up the pace. It's just his hand, but it's Mike's hand, wrapped around his dick, pumping up and down like there's no tomorrow.

"Like sex you mean?" Lee replies incredulously, clearly confused on what caused such a switch.

Will nods, even though Lee can't even see him. "Yeah, like—" suddenly there's a warm, harsh pressure of a mouth encircling his dick. "Fuck," Will lets out a moan at the unexpected contact. 

Mike only has to go down, once, twice and, Will is cumming—hard, shallow breaths falling from his mouth as he fucks up into Mike's mouth, leaving load after load to spill out of Mike's pretty little mouth. Sure it's a bit embarrassing but, Will already knew he wouldn't be able to handle it for long. 

"Wait a minute—are you...?" Lee's voice trails off in realization. "Will, you're seriously fucking someone on the phone with me right now? Damn...you're sick."

The phone hangs up with a click. 

Mike wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, proud of his work.

Lee would definitely get the message now. 

Will, the phone sliding down to his side, is sprawled out as Mike is still between his legs. Will's arm is draped over his face, his mouth visibly open and breathing harshly. Will was so red, blushing from his neck to his cheeks, he just looks so cute. Mike gets (and gives into) the urge to extend his finger out to boop Will on his nose. 

Will's hand shot out, snatching Mike's wrist in a swift motion. With surprising strength, Will pulled Mike closer, their positions reversing as he maneuvered them until he was on top. The sudden shift caught Mike off guard.

Will couldn't help but smirk as he found himself in control now, hovering over Mike with a newfound sense of power. His cheeks still tinted with a blush, he leaned in closer, his voice laced with playful taunting. "My turn."

What? 

Caught off guard, Mike felt a flicker of nervousness snake through him, an unexpected reaction to Will's assertive demeanor. He had forgotten how Will basically turns into a sex demon in these kinds of scenarios, he had gotten used to Will holding back.

"Your turn?" the words tumble out of Mike's mouth in a higher pitch than he intended.

In a flurry of motion, Will's hands flew to the waistband of his own pants, fingers working deftly to unfasten them with an urgency that bordered on frantic. He tugged at the fabric, stripping it away in rapid, almost frantic motions, as if propelled by an invisible force urging him on with silent insistence. The pants slid down his legs in a swift motion, and he tosses them to the side, now only in his boxers.

Mike can only watch in awe; Will's physique is beautiful. Despite being slim, there’s a quiet strength about him, a resilience that shines through in his posture and the way he carries himself. Will's body language speaks of a confidence that doesn't need to announce itself loudly. Even if his shirt is still on and he can't see everything, Mike still likes what he can see. 

In that moment, Mike realizes just how beautiful Will truly is, both inside and out

Of course, Mike doesn't get to think that for too long before Will is pouncing on him. Will grasps the waistband of Mike's pants, quickly unzipping them and working to slide the fabric off, Mike lifts his hips slightly off the bed, aiding in the effort to remove his pants swiftly and smoothly.

Will snickers at this. "Eager for me to take these off huh?" he teases, throwing Mike's pants to the side. "You're so desperate aren't you? You wanna fuck me so bad."

Mike leans forward, until he's mere inches from Will, their gazes locked. "You have such a dirty mouth," he whispers.

Mike's hands, warm and insistent, find their way up Will's back, pulling him down into a kiss that crackles with electricity. Their lips meet with a hunger, a clash of desire and aching need that sends sparks through their veins. The kiss escalates quickly, driven by a deep, relentless yearning. Mike's fingers weave through Will's hair, drawing him even closer, erasing any space left between them.

Will nibbles at Mike's bottom lip before sliding his tongue inside of his mouth. 

Will grinds his hips down, meeting with Mike's overly hard cock—Mike tried not to moan, he really did, but how could he resist when Will is grinding onto his dick, licking into his mouth, letting those sweet little noises fall between them.

They do this for a while, Mike practically sobbing on Will's tongue, sucking, licking, exploring every part of each other's mouths, humping like two horny dogs in heat. Mike feels a familiar pressure building in his lower abdomen, he can't even kiss Will back from how much pleasure he's getting from this. Will must notice this because right when he's on the cusp of cumming in his underwear, Will stops abruptly.

Mike lets out a painful, frustrated moan. "Why did—why did you stop?"

Will pulls back, his ass now sitting firmly on Mike's teased dick. "Can't have you cumming so soon. Don't you wanna fuck me, baby?" he coos, wiping a tear that fell from Mike'a eye. "You wanna make me yours? That's what you've been thinking about for the last few days isn't it?"

"So jealous of Lee...tell me, Mike," Will leans in closer, a mischievous grin on his face. "You think you can do better than him? Think you can make me feel good, hm?"

Mike locks eyes with Will, whose gaze is heavy with desire, a telltale sign he's completely caught up in the moment. But even through that haze, Mike senses the underlying currents of Will's thoughts, an ability he's always prided himself on. He has this uncanny knack for understanding Will better than anyone else, picking up on the unsaid things that linger between them.

No matter what, Mike would always be better than Lee. Not even a competition. They both know that.

Mike squeezes the hands he has placed on Will's hips, a smirk on his lips. "Of course."

Will shifts off of Mike for a second, grabbing something underneath the pillow on the other side of the bed. Mike watches as Will slides off his underwear, revealing the soft skin underneath. Will is...perfect.

Then, he feels Will come back to straddle over Mike.

Will, positioned atop Mike, shifts slightly, his movements deliberate. In his hand, he holds a small bottle of lube. The air between them fills with the soft, distinctive snap and pop as he flips the cap open. Then, with a careful tilt, he pours a cool, clear liquid onto his palm from the bottle, the motion smooth and practiced. 

With the liquid glistening in his palm, Will leans forward, his focus shifting to Mike's exposed dick. Gently, he applies the cool substance to Mike, spreading it with a tender touch. The sudden chill of the liquid against his skin makes Mike inhale sharply, a hiss escaping his lips as he reacts to the unexpected cold.

Will meets Mike's gaze, a playful smirk on his lips. "I know, I know," he assures, his voice laced with a promise. "I'll warm you up in a minute."

He moves upwards, each motion measured and smooth, until he finds himself comfortably hovering over Mike's lap.

Mike feels a flutter of nervousness as Will stops. He's been here before, sure, with El, but this... this feels different, feels real. Too real.

Will's fingers lightly pull his dick up to align with his hole. Feeling Will's presence so intimately close, Mike's heartbeat quickens, a symphony of anticipation echoing in his chest. His mind races with a thousand thoughts, each one vying for attention as he braces himself for what feels like a pivotal moment.

When he finally inserts Will, they both let out a sigh. And fuck, Will was right, Will was so so right because it's definitely warm and tight and more pleasurable than Mike had ever thought. Will furrows his eyebrows as he presses his body down—Mike's dick going deeper and deeper. It takes everything in him not to start snapping his hips up and start fucking the ever-living shit out of Will's sexy ass.

When he finally bottoms out, Will meets his eyes again. "You feel so good inside of me, fuck. So big, and perfect."

Will starts to move, slowly. And Mike practically cries at the friction his aching dick is receiving. "Yes," he involuntarily whimpers as his hands come up to grab Will by the hips.

"God, I love it. It's like your dick was made for me," Will closes his eyes, his head leaning back as he picks up the speed. "Wish I could 3D print it so I could use it every night."

Mike moans, his hips bucking up to meet Will's pace. He didn't realize just how much he missed that dirty little fucking mouth of Will Byers—he was good.

"Jesus, Will," Mike responds flustered, fucking up harder into him.

Will lets out a sigh, a pleasurable smile on his face. "Yeah fuck into me just like that, Mike," he whispers, his name feels golden on his tongue. Will suddenly decides to pick up the pace, which Mike is more than happy to meet. Everything about Will is so hot, the way his mouth hangs a little open as he fucks himself onto Mike's cock is literally jerk-off material for weeks. Suddenly, Mike realizes that Will is staring back at him, a dazed look in his eyes.

He leans in a bit. "This is my dick, you know that?" Mike's grip on Will's hips tightens at the possessiveness in his tone. "It's mine. Just like you're mine, no one is allowed to use it but me. Do you understand?"

Will stops his end of the movement when Mike doesn't respond, instead leaning forward to grip a lock of Mike's hair. Mike groans, his dick twitching inside of Will.

"I said do you understand?" Will pulls slightly harder. "Say it."

God, Will was so hot like this. Mike's never got to see this side before since...well since Will didn't really have anything to be possessive over before.

Mike whines, his hips still moving despite Will just sitting on his dick. "Yes! It's yours, Will. Always yours."

Will lets out a long moan at that, almost like he came from those words alone, before moving again, going even faster than he had been before.

The room is sweltering, air thick with heat that clings to every surface, making it hard to breathe. Mike and Will are visibly sweating, their shirts clinging to their bodies as if they've been through a rainstorm. The intensity of their movements only adds to the stifling atmosphere, each thrust generating more warmth, more sweat. Their foreheads glisten, beads of perspiration tracing paths down their face.

The room pulses with the rhythm of their exertion, the sound of skin smacking against skin echoing in the humid air like a drumbeat.

"Fuck, Mike, I think I'm gonna—" Will cuts himself off with a groan, but Mike is pretty sure he knows what Will is saying.

Mike's hand, previously resting securely on Will's waist, shifts its position down to wrap around Will's dick. The sudden intensity of the contact makes Will gasp, the sound sharp in the heavy air. Yet, the gasp quickly melts into a sigh of relief, as Mike pumps his hand up and down Will's cock as fast as he can. 

Will can't help but respond to the intense sensation, it draws a series of soft whimpers from him, each one escaping involuntarily as Mike works his way around his leaking dick. 

"Just like that, feels so good," Will moans, Mike continuing to slide up and down his dick while also fucking into Will senselessly. "Gonna tie you down so you can never leave. Be my personal dildo all fucking day."

And with that, Mike feels himself tipping over the edge, his eyes rolling back as his thighs convulse, he almost wants to scream but shoves his hand into his mouth instead—warm cum spurting into Will. He feels a liquid squirt onto his shirt, coming up to his chest, Will's own load releasing itself on top of them.

Will lets himself fall onto Mike, his body heavy with fatigue. He's breathing hard, each breath escaping him in loud, exhausted pants as his chest heaves up and down against Mike's. They're both drenched in sweat, the close contact only amplifying the heat between them. But it's comforting, and neither of them seem to mind it. Mike, feeling the warmth of Will's body pressing down on him, can't help but be aware of every point where their skin meets, a fire being lit at every point of contact.

Mike wraps his arms around him, pulling him in closer. They both take a moment, enjoying the closeness and the shared warmth between them. Despite the exhaustion and the sweat, there's something profoundly comforting about being so close, sharing in the aftermath of their exertion together.

After a while, as their breathing starts to even out and the initial rush of exhaustion begins to fade, Mike gently breaks the comfortable silence.

"We should probably get cleaned up," he suggests softly, his voice carrying a hint of reluctance to disturb their moment of peace

Will's immediate response is a playful groan. "But I want to stay like this," he complains, the words muffled against Mike's chest

Mike can't suppress a laugh, the sound light and affectionate in the cozy atmosphere they've created. "I know, I know," he says, still chuckling. "But we can't. Your mom will be home soon, and we can't be all sweaty and out of breath."

Reluctantly, Mike starts to untangle himself from their embrace, making a move to get up. "I'll go get you a towel," he offers, a smile still playing on his lips as he heads towards the bathroom. "We'll be cleaned up in no time."

Mike makes his way to the bathroom, the lingering laughter still playing at the corners of his lips. He takes his shirt off, throwing it in the dirty clothes bin before he grabs a couple of towels, the fabric cool and soft to the touch, a stark contrast to the heat of the room they've just left. With quick, efficient movements, Mike dabs at his own skin, the towel soaking up the sweat from his exertion. He then cleans off any cum that may be sticking to his skin. 

They could shower later.

Once he's somewhat cleaned himself up, he takes the second towel and returns to where Will is still lying, a contented sigh escaping him as he sees Will waiting.

With a tenderness that , Mike begins to gently clean Will off. He starts at his forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat, then moves down to his neck and shoulders, each stroke careful and attentive.

"So, um," Mike begins, his voice slightly hesitant as he pats the towel between Will's legs. "Was that... okay? Did I do alright?"

A grin spreads across Will's face as he looks up at Mike, disbelief and warmth mingling in his expression. "Are you serious? I came so hard I think I've lost hearing in my left ear."

Mike can't help it; he bursts out laughing at Will's earnest compliment, the sound genuine and infectious. He leans in, so close that he can feel the warmth of Will's breath. "I'm glad," he manages between chuckles.

Will leans up, closing the distance between them, and plants a soft kiss on Mike's lips. Pulling back slightly, a playful glint in his eyes, he whispers, "Way better than Lee."

Hearing Will's playful comparison sends a wave of pride through Mike, a grin spreading across his face at the thought of having outdone Lee.

"I think we can retire Lee's name from our conversations now," he jokes, his tone light and teasing. "You've made your choice."

Will retorts with a grin, crossing his arms. "As long as you don't start giving me reasons to bring him up again."

As they laugh together, Mike's gaze lingers on Will, taking in the curve of his smile, the way his eyes light up when he's amused, and the faint freckles that dot his cheeks like a constellation. He admires the softness of Will's hair, reimagining how it feels between his fingers, and the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each laugh. Lost in the moment, Mike's heart swells with affection.

Cutting through their laughter, Mike can't hold back the words that have been on the tip of his tongue. 

“I love you, Will," he says, his voice earnest, watching as a beautiful blush spreads across Will's cheeks.

Will, momentarily flustered, stammers, his usual eloquence replaced by a charming vulnerability. "You—what? I mean—"

Mike teases, his grin widening at Will's reaction, "I love making you blush like that. It's cute."

Will retorts, "Shut up," and playfully hits Mike on the arm, trying to hide his smile but failing miserably.

Mike, undeterred, continues his playful teasing. "You know you love me."

Will tries to maintain a mock stern face, replying with a playful, "Absolutely not."

“Aww, but Will!” Mike pouts. “I love you so much! That’s why you love me right? Because I’m the best?”

“Definitely not that.”

Undeterred, Mike starts to list off reasons he loves Will, each one cornier and cuter than the last. "Is it because I love how you get that little crinkle in your forehead when you're focusing? Or maybe it's the way you laugh at your own jokes before you've even finished telling them?" 

"Or could it be," Mike continues, his tone growing even more playful, "how you always save the last slice of pizza for me, even though I know you secretly want it?"

"And let's not forget," Mike says, his voice softening, "how you always know exactly what to say to make me feel better, even on my worst days."

"Or maybe," he concludes, leaning in closer to Will, "it's just the way you look at me, like I'm the only person in the world that matters."

He's caught up in the moment, the joy of recounting the quirks and traits that make Will so uniquely lovable to him, he almost misses the change in Will's eyes.

But then he sees it—the laughter fading, replaced by something much deeper, an emotional intensity that halts Mike mid-sentence.

"Why are you crying?" Mike asks, his teasing tone replaced by concern as he notices the glisten of tears in Will's eyes.

Will looks up at him, and there's so much love in his gaze, so much raw emotion, that it feels like a punch to the chest. "I love you so much, Mike," he says, and his voice is thick, laden with feelings that words can hardly convey. "You have no idea how much."