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One thing that Mike appreciated about Will… he was a devil in angel’s clothing.
Anybody who knew Will well knew him to be sweet, thoughtful, caring and loyal to his friends. A portrait of innocence.
Anybody who knew Will intimately - and God Mike hoped there weren’t many - discovered that Will could be positively wicked.
From the first time he had grasped Mike’s chin holding him steady as his tongue infiltrated his mouth, to now in a bathroom at some senior party, with Mike’s pants around his ankles and Will’s hand on his cock.
Mike adored the dichotomy of it. This was the Will that only he got to see. The sensuous tease. The confident distributor of pleasure with a little bit of pain.
He had been gentle with Mike at first. Had not pushed him towards a physical relationship until he had been ready. But once that door had been opened, Mike was to discover just how much more there was to his childhood best friend. How much more was hiding behind those wide eyes and gently smirking lips.
At first it had intimidated him how experienced Will had seemed. He had half expected him to be just as blushing and unsure as he was. As far as he knew there weren’t many gay people in Hawkins, Indiana. He had questioned him about it once, the afterglow of a truly spectacular round of fucking still hanging in the air around them. Will had just smirked, rubbing his nose back and forth on Mike’s chest, mumbling something about learning a few tricks from the Club Kids in New York last time he visited Jonathan.
“Am I boring you?” a firm squeeze was applied to Mike’s cock bringing him out of his musings.
Only Will could pull off looking that sweet whilst doing such sinful things.
“Never” Mike replied breathlessly. “Just thinking ha—! Just thinking how amazing you are.”
That caused the shorter teen to smile. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he licked his palm and resumed stroking Mike’s cock slowly. If Mike hadn’t already been achingly hard, that move would have done it.
“That so…” Will murmured swiping his hand over the head, causing Mike to gasp and whimper. “Aren’t you sweet tonight Wheeler.” His other hand came up and began massaging his balls.
Mike’s head banged against the wall behind him. “Ooooh fuuuuck. Fuck Will that’s so uhn… good…”
Let’s face it. There were benefits to having a lover who knew their way around a dick. Better than the awkward fumblings Mike had experienced with girls in the past.
He found himself pressed even more firmly against the cool bathroom wall. Insistent lips seeking his as the hand on his cock began to speed up.
For a moment the only sounds were the muffled music from the party outside and the wet, slick sounds of skin against skin, hot mouth against hot mouth.
Mike felt like he was burning up from the inside. The hand pumped faster as Will pushed more firmly into the kiss.
Mike had to wrench his head to the side and groan. Too overwhelmed with the pressure of sensation building up inside him. His eyes hung at half-mast as he heard Will murmuring against his sensitive neck.
“Good, good love. You look so fucking hot right now. So beautiful. I wish I could paint you just as you are now. So ruined. So hot for me.” Every phrase punctured by sweet kisses and hard sucks.
Mike squeezed his eyes shut, biting down hard on his lip in order to not shout out.
“Are you close? Are you going to come for me? I know you’re dying to. You’re practically fucking into my hand you’re so desperate for it.”
Oh that fucking little tease. He would be the death of Mike the way he weaved nonsense words into spells designed specifically to pull Mike apart.
And then he felt two fingers massaging just behind his balls and it was just too much to handle.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck right there, I’m co—I’m comi—” his words were swallowed up by lips sealing to his.
He felt a strong arm around his waist steadying him just as his legs began to give out. The spasmodic euphoria of orgasm overtaking him.
Will held him through it, still working his cock until the very last drop dribbled out.
Mike still had his eyes shut, panting heavily. He felt a nose nuzzling along his cheek, sweet lips taking over to trace a path just under his jawline.
“Still with me?” he heard a gently teasing voice mumble against his skin.
He chuckled, opening his eyes to the sight of his boyfriend smiling back at him. White teeth gleaming against pink lips.
“Nope. Brain function gone. Fucked out of me.”
That caused Will to lean his head back and bark with laughter and damn wasn’t that a beautiful sight.
“You’re such a dork!”
“Yeah well you’re such a fucking tease” Mike purred slinging both his arms around Will’s neck.
“Yeah but you love it” his boyfriend was so cute when he smiled widely like that. He’d had so much pain in life, so much to survive, supernatural or not. But at least they had this.
“I love it. I love you” sealed with an earnest kiss.
“Yeah I love you too” His eyes shone brightly, reminding Mike of the day he had traced Will’s mouth with his thumb and finally admitted to him how he felt.
“Want me to…?” Mike looked down at the sight of Will still hard in his jeans.
“No. You can do me later. Right now I really need to clean your jizz off my hands.”
“Such a charmer Byers.”
“You know it!”
Yeah, Mike loved his beautiful, dichotomous boyfriend.