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“Hey,” Will cracks open the door of Mike’s bedroom.
“Will? What the fuck are you doing?” Mike tries to shout in a whisper. “Does Jonathan know you’re gone?”
“Nancy and him got into an argument. He said he went on a walk to clear his head but he reeked of marijuana when he came back down to the basement. He was instantly knocked out, we’re fine. I even tried to wake him up a few times.”
“Why are you here? It’s like midnight. You shouldn’t be awake.” Mike complains.
“I could say the same about you too, Mike.” Will explains.
“I was reading.” Mike lifts a comic.
“And I was bored.”
“So you decided to come in here? What am I supposed to do about it?” Mike says.
“You know what I want. You said next time we are alone—”
“I know what I said and I never meant this. This isn’t alone, Will. Everyone is home. Dad could come up here at any second and catch us.”
“You seemed to be fine sneaking around with El.” Will casually mentions.
“You know that’s different. She’s a girl.”
“Yet you’re still the one who wanted to kiss first.”
“I’m not queer, Will.”
“Don’t have to be. I’m just asking you to provide me with some entertainment.”
“Fuck, Will. Come here.” Mike scoots over so Will can sit beside him. Will takes the bait.
Before he can even fully sit, Mike pulls him by the shirt and kisses him. Will counts the seconds, totaling to 5 whole seconds of a kiss. He needs more. This isn’t enough to satisfy him this time.
“More.” He pleads. Mike doesn’t seem upset about it.
“Lock my door.” He says. “And you can have more.”
Will obeys him like he’s on a fucking leash. He abruptly stands and awkwardly trips on the way to the door. He first opens it to check that no lights are on in the house and then locks it shut.
“Sit in front of me this time, the angle is awkward.” Mike says softly.
“You’re saying a lot for someone who didn’t even want this at first.” Will teases.
“I never said that.” Mike snaps.
“Acted like it.” Will matches his energy.
Will thinks Mike might have actually been mad with the way that takes him by the hips and pulls him into the bed, not unlatching their lips.
Their tongues move swiftly around each other. Will accidentally lets out a little whimper, and Mike only kisses him harder and harder afterwards. His hands travel all over Will’s body—his chest, biceps, neck,
.
“Mmm, Mike. Fuck, fuck, Mike. Wait.” Will has to forcibly push Mike’s head away as he attacks Will with small kisses on the corner of his lip.
“What?” He sounds annoyed, but he really does care.
“How far is too far for you? What am I allowed to touch?”
“Will, you can touch me everywhere on my fucking body and I won’t care. I want this. No, I need this.
“So if I did this,” Will slides his hand up the outside of Mike’s right thigh and stops at the hem of his shirt. He slides his cold fingers under to find Mike’s warm, bare sides. “This is fine?” Will bites his lip and looks at Mike through his eyelashes.
“Yes, Will. Please.” Mike stares at Will’s lips.
“And if I went further?” Will moves his hands over to his chest. “And maybe, added another hand?” Will’s left hand finds its way to Mike’s lips, where his thumb pulls the bottom one down to show teeth. “This is fine, too?”
Mike answers the question by sucking on Will’s thumb seductively. His thumb flicks back and forth and his teeth scrape a little.
“I told you. Touch me where the fuck you want, baby.” Mike doesn’t leave Will any time to think too hard about what he said. He takes him back by the lips and kisses him—gently, but needy.
Will slides his hand over Mike’s throat, where he presses so, so softly on the sides. Mike moans and Will gets a handful of vibrations.
“You don’t get to be in charge. That’s my job.” Mike pushes Will onto his back. He lands on the mattress with a little bounce. “My.” Mike plants a kiss on the middle of Will’s shirt. “Job.” He moves up more. And more. And more. He keeps going and going until he reaches Will’s neck.
His neck is not left lonesome, of course. Mike licks a small stripe before beginning to suck a hickey, and Will just can’t believe this is happening. It’s like a dream come true. Really, it’s embarrassing how often he’s had wet dreams about Mike absolutely fucking him senseless.
“Fuck me.” Will slips out.
“What?” Mike pulls back from the deep purple spot that is forming.
“N-nothing.” Will stutters. He ruined the moment.
“Will, if you really want me to—”
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”
To Will’s surprise, he feels a hand travel from his knee up to the middle of his thigh, right before…
“If you want me to fuck you, just say the word.”
“Seriously? Or is this a prank?”
“You really don’t trust me, do you?” Mike smiles. “Will, I’m hard as fuck over here and you think I’m playing? How are you so oblivious?”
“I just—” Will starts talking, but Mike covers his mouth with his hand.
“Shit shit shit.” Mike says, getting off of Will. “Someone’s coming. Hide.” Will gets up and hides inside Mike’s closet. It’s dark, but the scent of Mike alone keeps his thoughts safe from his past.
“Mike?” Karen knocks on the door. Will watches through the cracks. Mike is sprinting to the door to open it before Karen has time to try to open it, realize it’s locked, and then piece it all together.
“What?” Mike says harshly.
“Why are you awake? I could see your light under your door.”
“Sorry, can’t sleep. Must’ve taken too long of a nap after dinner.”
“Go to bed.” Karen flips the light switch and closes the door. When Will hears the footsteps get quieter, he finally steps out into the dark.
“Another time?” Mike asks.
“Yeah.” Will says, hiding his heartbreak. He sneaks into the hallway bathroom to take a few breaths before he makes his way to the basement.