Archive of Our Own

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“Byers! Where do you think you’re going?”

Mike Wheeler was always one step ahead. Even with Will being late to school that day, he still found him. It’s like he had an alarm that would go off every time Will dared to be in his vicinity. It was that awkward time during the day where no one was in the hallway, everyone having already settled into their classes for that period, late enough that even the few stragglers had found their rooms.

No one to save Will. No one to intervene.

Just the feeling of the cold locker pressed against his back as he tried, unsuccessfully, to squeeze himself into one of the outer vents. If only he could shimmy through that two inch gap so he could seek solace inside the locker, even if it was barely big enough to provide shelter for a small child. With the way Mike would tower over Will, he was sure he had shrunken to the necessary height to fit inside. 

He haphazardly shoved the remainder of his books into his backpack as Mike got closer, avoiding eye contact with the other boy and praying that if he didn’t acknowledge him, he would just disappear. 

His loud footsteps echoed through the hall, filling Will’s veins with impending doom. His heart was pounding, a drop of sweat rolling down his back under his sweatshirt. He knew better than to be out here at this time. It was his own fault, really, for not doing everything he could to avoid being late that morning. 

His car had been sputtering helplessly for the past few days, barely getting Will to school on time and crackling loudly whenever the car was put into park. Will typically ignored any sounds his car was making. Not his problem. If he ignored it, it wasn’t happening. He didn’t have the money to get it fixed.

That morning, it had broken down. Ol’ Lisa had finally succumbed to her injuries, breaking down a good twenty minutes away from school, and that was if he drove. After fiddling with the engine and trying to get a ride from someone else to no avail, Will realized he would have to walk to school if he wanted to get there. So, he did.

Unfortunately for Will, he rolled in right around the time that Mike Wheeler was known to occupy the back stairwell to smoke with the rest of his friends. 

Will could smell it on his breath when Mike finally crossed in front of him, pulling Will’s backpack from his arm and tossing it to the ground, paying no mind to the books that spilled across the floor. Today’s substance of choice seemed to be weed. Will preferred the weed smell to tobacco, which Mike usually smoked.

He knew it was going to be a painful day when Mike smoked weed. 

“Where you running off to, Byers? You’re already late to class. What’s the rush?” Mike sneered at him, pressing him back against the lockers with his forearm. Will tried not to let himself appreciate how much stronger Mike was than him. Bigger. Taller. How easily Mike was able to stop him in his tracks.

“I have… I have a test today.” A lie. Will could barely gather enough air in his lungs to make it sound true. His voice was weak and tinny. He felt his arms start to shake as he grabbed weakly behind him, searching for something to gain purchase on. 

“A test? What on?” Mike was feigning interest. Obviously. Will knew he couldn’t care less about his classes. Mike was mocking him. His voice always took that tone when he was messing with Will, a soft, playful tone that could be mistaken for flirting. It was definitely not flirting. Especially not when that tone was usually followed by punching. Or kicking. Or slapping.

Will swallowed loudly. “It’s A-American History. I’ve been studying all week for it…” 

“Aw, American History? That’s cute, Byers. You really think I give a shit if you’ve been studying all week for it?” Mike pushed him back harder until Will’s head smacked against the latch hanging from his locker. The pain bloomed immediately, giving him an instant headache. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Mike, please, just leave me alone. Not today. Please,” He pleaded hopelessly with the boy in front of him. He knew it was futile. Still, it was worth a shot. His eyes darted back and forth at the hallway behind Mike, praying to every single God that someone would come to his rescue. 

“You’re so cute when you beg, you know that?” Mike’s arm moved slowly along Will’s collarbone until his hand came up to wrap around his neck. His fingers reached all the way around effortlessly, and Will tried not to outright moan at the feeling. Will’s jaw fell open, practically forced by how hard Mike was squeezing his throat.

The dark figure in front of him leaned forward, lips brushing against his ear like he was going to speak. Will braced himself for pain that never came. Two sets of footsteps came down the hall, just as loud as Mike’s. He heard snickering, jostling, and realized that it wasn’t someone who was going to help him.

It was Dustin and Lucas, who were laughing at his current predicament, joyful at the sight of him cowering under Mike.

“Yo Wheeler, leave the little queer alone and come ditch with us. Mr. Rolf isn’t here today, we can slip out easy.” Lucas came up to Mike and clapped him on the shoulder, as if that same hand wasn’t currently cutting off the circulation to Will’s face. 

Dustin was standing a few feet behind, kicking at the pile of books on the floor and pressing footprints all over Will’s assignments. “I need more cigarettes and Lucas wanted to get some bud. You can fuck with Byers tomorrow.” 

To Will’s relief, the grip on his neck loosened and Mike moved his hand. He felt air fill his lungs and he took a few greedy breaths in, grateful for once that Dustin and Lucas had interrupted them. Even if Dustin was currently making most of his homework unusable. 

Mike gripped his jaw tight, a warning, one last time before walking off with his friends. “Don’t miss me too much, Byers. I’ll find you tomorrow.” They stalked off, taking the dark cloud that was hanging over Will with them. He was left to clean up the mess of his stuff from the floor, watching them round the corner and disappear. He shoved everything he could grab back in his bag and speedwalked to the class he had already missed half of. 

Will was settled at his desk for a good ten minutes before he allowed himself to feel relaxed. 

And… unsatisfied. Strangely unsatisfied.

–

Will was chewing on his straw, his eyes glazed over as he stared, when Max startled him back to attention.

“Will! Earth to Will! What happened this morning?”

Him, Max, and Jane were sitting in the cafeteria at their usual table - in the corner next to the windows. It was objectively the best seat in the house. They had a perfect view of every other table in the room, even all the way across where Mike and his friends would sit. Will was surprised to see them there, assuming they would be ditching the whole day.

But there they were. Mike with his back to him, dark curls cascading down his neck in a truly unfair manner. Dustin and Lucas were both standing and gesturing wildly with their arms. They shoved each other back and forth until Lucas playfully brought his arm back like he was going to punch him. They erupted in snickers. 

There were a few other boys from the basketball team sitting with them. Josh, Dave, Connor, whoever the fuck. Will’s attention was only on Mike, his heart doing a flip when he turned slightly and Will could see the delicious outline of the bridge of his nose. It was long and covered in a smattering of freckles. Will was looking for too long. He knew he was. 

“Willlllllll, oh my god, hello?” Now Jane was shaking his shoulder with her free hand, the other one clutching a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Her mouth was full, and pieces of bread fell from it as she spoke. 

“What? What happened?”

Max looked at him, unamused. She pressed her lips tightly together. “I asked what happened this morning. You were like, extremely late. You missed half the lesson.”

Will’s mind wandered back to this morning. Mike’s hands around his throat. His lips brushing against his ear. How much taller he was than him.

He coughed. “Sorry, my car broke down. I probably have to take it to the shop after school if I ever want to take you guys to the mall again.”

The girls both groaned dramatically. “Noooooo, Lisa! I can’t believe she finally busted. I thought she would live forever.”

“I know, it’s devastating me too,” Will stood up to throw away his barely eaten apple, “I don’t know if I have enough money saved to fix it. They’ve been giving me less hours at Carl’s since, like, March.”

Will hated summertime in Hawkins for many reasons. Obviously, the heat and stickiness. You would think they lived in Florida the way the air boiled uncomfortably. Then of course, the seasonal employees that all came to work at his job. Summer was a busy time in Hawkins, and the coffee shop he worked at always needed to bring in extra people to help out. Meaning he got less hours. And less money.

Jane was still munching on her sandwich. “We can pitch in, if anything. You are the designated driver after all, it’s only fair!” 

Will shook his head almost immediately. “I can’t take your money, Jane. It’s okay. I’ll see if I pick up some extra shifts this weekend.” Nothing was more embarrassing for him than to express his money issues to his friends. They were well aware, of course, the three of them being close for several years now. They had seen his home. They had seen the car he drove.

But still. Saying it out loud was different. Will’s mom had always believed in working hard for your money and never asking for help. She worked three jobs, barely making enough to cover the dilapidated home they lived in. Jonathan lived in Indianapolis working some big, fancy job so he could send money home every month.

Will wanted so badly to move away from all this, to not have to rely on his family or friends for money. He dreamt of living in a beautiful New York penthouse, spending his day painting, or baking, or doing yoga. It was why he was so dedicated to doing well at his classes, so focused at school there was little time for anything else.

Well, almost nothing else.

He had found lately that his mind was being occupied by one other thing. Something he never, ever thought would ring so loudly in his brain. As if on cue, he felt eyes on him. His sight drifted over from Max and Jane’s chipper faces to Mike. Mike was glaring at him, that same familiar, haunting sneer etched across his features. Even with his face laced with hatred, Will couldn’t help but feel his palms get damp. 

He felt small under the other boys’ gaze. It was immediate. Every time Mike looked at him, the world seemed to shrink down to just the two of them, and the sound of Will’s pounding heart in his ears. Mike rolled his eyes and flipped him off, then turned back to Lucas and Dustin. 

Will flushed. Without even looking over at his friends, he knew they had seen the whole thing.

“Mike still bugging you, Will?”

Jane sounded concerned. She had lowered her lunch and pressed into him with those warm, brown eyes. 

Bugging was definitely a word for it. Mike had been bullying Will for the better half of sophomore and junior year, showing no sign of stopping even as they approached the end of their final year at Hawkins High. It started off with teasing, snarky quips here and there whenever Will spoke in class. Then it escalated into violence, Mike pushing Will against the wall or to the ground whenever he caught him outside of school.

Will doesn’t know when it became more than that.

For the last few months, Mike had been fucking him. Hard. Eventually, the pushing against the wall turned into pushing Will into the janitor’s closet, pushing him to his knees. Forcing his cock in his mouth. Face fucking him against the cleaning cart. Caging him in with his hands while he thrusted into him from behind. It was weird. It was exciting. It was wrong.

“Yeah, but that’s okay. It’s not so bad. He’s not as mean as he used to be.” 

Max scoffed and plucked a crumb out of Jane’s hair. “If I didn't know any better, I’d say Wheeler has a crush on you. Doesn’t he like…follow you around to pick on you? That’s so gay.” Max lowered her voice on that last part. Will has been out to his friends for as long as he can remember - but that doesn’t mean everyone else needed to know.

“Mmm, maybe.” Will was no longer interested in talking about Mike. He cleared his throat, “I’m serious about the money thing, by the way. If you guys try to give me anything for the car, I'll give it right back.”

The bell rung. The three of them stood up quickly, clearing the table of their trash and pulling their bags back on. “How are we supposed to have our bucket list summer if you don’t get it fixed? Come on, we’ll go with you later and see what we can do for you.”

Max wrapped an arm around Will’s shoulder and grabbed Jane’s hand with her free one. They walked back to class like that, all connected and blocking a good section of the hallway in the process.

–

Will was getting nervous. He was standing by the parking lot, waiting for Max and Jane to meet him. It had been fifteen minutes since school had let out and they hadn’t come out of the building yet. He had a clear view of the doors, and could see every single relieved face as people poured out of the building. Not one belonged to Max or Jane.

He tapped his foot impatiently, mind racing as he weighed his options. He could walk home and see if his mom would give him a jump to make it to the car shop, which was his original plan. It would probably take him at least an hour to get there, though. He would much rather wait for his friends. Something about going to get his car fixed by himself was suddenly not very appealing. 

Will told himself that if they weren’t there in ten minutes, he would leave. He wondered if they had gotten caught up in their last class, or if maybe they were talking to one of their teachers. Who knows. He loved Max and Jane to death, but he thinks they would probably forget their heads at home if they weren’t attached to their shoulders.

His head sprung up as he heard the loud sound of the back doors being slammed open. Truly, the worst possible ending to his day. Mike and his friends were walking out, engaged in a heated conversation. Will slunk behind the pillar he was leaning up against. Fear coiled deep in his belly. He really did not want to deal with Mike right now. His earlier feelings of arousal had already vanished, leaving him afraid and anxious. Going home with another unexplainable black eye would be the cherry on top to his already shitty day. 

“Man, I fucking told you guys Coach was a loser. Taking Seth off the bench was the stupidest thing he could’ve done, now he’s going to tank the next few games with those bony ass ankles. I can’t stand playing with him. If he wrecks my winning streak, I’ll kill him.” Will rolled his eyes. Of course, that loud, boisterous sound was Mike’s voice, booming across the parking lot. He was so obnoxious.

He watched them head over to Dustin’s car, parked to Will’s far left. Will moved around the pillar in what he hoped was an inconspicuous manner, trying to stay out of sight. He was almost home free. Dustin got into the driver’s seat, Lucas in the passenger. Mike opened the door to get into the backseat, and then he froze. Time seemed to move in slow motion as Will and Mike made eye contact.

Fuck.

Mike smirked at the sight of him. He leaned into the car to say something to Dustin, then slammed the door behind him. Will watched him stalk over, closing the distance between them. He couldn’t move. He was stuck in place, pinned by Mike’s hateful glare as he made his way through the parking lot over to him.

“Byers! What are you looking at, huh? Why are you following me, freak?”

Mike’s long legs led him to Will in a few seconds flat. Will hadn’t comprehended the situation, still frozen in place with his bag hanging off one shoulder. He didn’t even have a chance to process it before he was shoved to the ground. He slid across the pavement, his shirt riding up and scraping his lower back in the process. Will put out his hands to stop himself, only to drag them along the ground, cutting his palms up and catching small pebbles in the gashes.

“Fuck!” He groaned, his body finally coming to a stop so he could access the damages. Waves of pain rolled through him as he tried to get his bearings, afraid to bring his hands up to his face to see them.

Mike was laughing above him. He leaned down to grab the front of Will’s shirt, pulling him back up to his feet. “Oh, c’mon, Byers! I didn’t even push you that hard!” He grabbed Will’s wrists and turned them upwards to see. Sure enough, Will’s palms were bleeding profusely. There were scrapes along his fingers where the skin was thinnest, dripping dark, heavy blood down to his thumbs.

He hissed patronizingly, dropping Will’s wrists with a tsk. “Sorry about that, pal. I don’t know my own strength sometimes. You’ll be okay, won’t you, Byers? Maybe sprinkle some fairy dust on them?”

Will felt his face grow hot, tears prickling in his eyes. He was not in the mood for Mike’s goading today. His hands really fucking hurt. He sniffed indignantly, stepping back from Mike and blowing on his raw skin. 

“Fuck off, Mike. Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Will gestured back to Dustin’s car, which he realized had actually peeled out of the lot some time ago. They were alone. Mike did not have anywhere to be. 

Mike’s eyebrows raised and he dropped his jaw. “Fuck off… Mike? You’re telling me to fuck off? Are you serious?” His playful tone turned harsh very quickly, and Will’s breath hitched as he watched Mike’s eyes darken. It gave him whiplash. His annoyance with Mike turned to genuine fear, and he tried to create more space between the two of them. There were no cars left in the lot now, the back doors to the school hadn’t opened in some time. Everyone was gone. 

“Didn’t know you were so disrespectful, Byers. You kiss your mom with that mouth?” Mike backed him against the pole he was hiding behind earlier. Will’s bag pressed uncomfortably against his scraped up back. He felt dripping down his skin. He wondered if it was sweat or blood.

“Mike, please, I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. Just please, leave me alone. Please.” Mike looked down at the shaking boy, raking his eyes across his body. Will licked his lips as he watched him. He couldn’t help himself. When he was this close to Mike, he couldn’t deny how sexy he found him. He smelled so manly, like sweat and pine and something undeniably Mike. He was wearing his team jacket, which Will loved to see on him. It made him look so much more intimidating. 

Will’s eye caught Mike’s chain disappearing below his shirt collar. It was silver and shiny, just like the stud in his nose. And the bar through his eyebrow. Mike Wheeler was hot, damnit. So hot. So arousing to be around.

As if to prove Will right, Mike slotted his knee in between his trembling legs. He put an arm above his head, balancing himself on the pole so Will couldn’t go anywhere. He used a single finger to tilt up Will’s chin, connecting their eyes and mingling their breaths. It took everything in Will not to lean down and take the digit in his mouth, swirl his tongue around it. As he had so many times before. 

“I don’t know, Will. Sounds like that fucking mouth of yours needs to be put to better use. I think that would be best.”

Will shook his head. Not here. Not in the parking lot where anyone could see them.

Mike then wrapped a full hand around his jaw, the tips of his fingers boring into Will’s cheeks and forcing his mouth open. “That wasn’t a question. Do something with that disrespectful ass mouth before I make more than your hands bleed.”

Will whimpered, casting his eyes downward at the tent that had already formed in Mike’s jeans. He was sporting a similar, much smaller bulge. They would be touching if he leaned his hips in slightly more. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he sank down to his knees, ditching his bag on the ground next to him and resting back on his ankles. 

His face burned with shame for a few reasons. One, that he was about to suck dick in public where anyone could see him. Two, that his mouth had watered inexplicably and that his heart was pounding out of excitement to have Mike on his tongue again.

Mike didn’t seem to care that anyone would catch them, though. He was Mike Wheeler, he could talk his way out of anything. Charm anyone to bend to his will. Manage to get Will Byers on his knees for him, even after two and a half years of beating him up and making him feel like shit. Will felt like he should probably be harder to get than this. He could put up a fight, he could tell someone. He could stop this all tomorrow if he really, truly wanted to. But time and time again, he found himself wishing Mike would go harder. Slap him in the face while he took his dick down his throat. Step on his stomach while he jerked him off. 

For now though, he settled for the twitching cock in front of his face. Mike had pulled himself out of his jeans, having to push the zipper all the way down to release his sheer length. And thickness. Every time he sucked Mike off it was like the first time. He still found himself shocked by the size of him. Everything about Mike Wheeler was big and boisterous. 

He dropped his jaw automatically and kitten-licked the tip. Mike groaned, tangling his fingers through Will’s hair and pulling him right down the head. “Put your hands behind your back. I don’t want any blood getting on me.”

Will nodded, clasping his hands behind his back and taking as much of Mike in his mouth as he could. It was a bit difficult since he couldn’t use his hands, but he managed. He hollowed out his cheeks and moved up and down his shaft, using his tongue to trace the veins and the underside, where he knew Mike was sensitive.

He sucked Mike off obediently, letting his eyes close and his head be guided by Mike’s hand in his hair. It turned him on more than he could ever admit to be used by him. His eyes and nose dripping, saliva leaking out of his mouth as he hungrily took him all in. Mike was heavy on his tongue. It hurt to have his mouth open that wide for that long, but the pain and pleasure curled deliciously in his groin, causing him to twitch and throb in time with his head’s thrusts. 

“I like you better like this, Will. When you’re fucking quiet. Doing what queers like you were made for,” Mike was watching his dick disappear into Will’s mouth over and over, panting and moaning and trying not to finish too quickly.

“Look at that pretty mouth, taking me so good.” He was cooing at him, scratching Will’s scalp with his fingernails. Will wasn’t sure he heard that right. He let out a confused hum, which vibrated down Mike’s dick, shooting more pre-cum out of his slit to coat Will’s tongue.

“Fuck, baby, just like that. You’re so good for me. You like sucking my dick, don’t you, Will?”

It wasn’t often that Mike spoke to him this nicely. He could probably count the amount of times on his finger, each one significant in their own way. Whenever he got like this, it was like a lifeline for Will. He liked to imagine Mike was being honest, calling him pretty because he actually thought he was, not just because he was in the moment. He got lost in a world where maybe Mike actually liked him, like Max always said. Like maybe he was sucking his dick as his actual boyfriend.

The illusion was quickly shattered when Mike pushed his head off his dick and he hit the pole behind him with a loud clang. Will’s eyes fluttered shut as the pain reverberated through his skull and he tried to catch his breath. Another instant headache. Mike Wheeler was a fucking menace.

“Open up,” Mike was snapping to get him to open his eyes. He used two fingers to pry Will’s mouth open, lingering on his tongue for a solid few seconds. Will looked up at him through his eyelashes while he obediently licked around the intrusion. 

“Good boy,” he whispered, the words spilling from his mouth and surprising them both.

For the first time in Will’s life, he watched Mike turn red. The flush spread up to his ears and turned his neck a pretty pink color. He bit down into his lower lip, eyes following as Will moved up and down his fingers. Mike started to jerk himself off, matching the rhythm of Will's mouth on his fingers, getting ready to finish on the pliant face below him.

“Stick your tongue out, Will. I want you to taste what you do to me,” Mike put the head right on the tip of his tongue, thrusting weakly into his hand one, two more times before he was finishing, painting Will’s teeth, tongue, and lips with the evidence of what they’d done. Will eagerly lapped it up, holding it in his mouth for a bit to enjoy the flavor. He had really come to enjoy Mike’s musky taste. He craved it sometimes at night when he was imagining Mike sneaking into his room and fucking him senseless. 

Normally, these kinds of thoughts would fill him with disgust and guilt. But right now, he was rock hard between his kneeling thighs. He was desperately humping the air, searching for any friction he could get. Mike sighed, looking down at him in pity while he tucked himself back into his jeans.

To Will’s relief, Mike stepped in between his legs. Will surged forward immediately, rutting against the hard fabric of Mike’s jeans. The denim provided a delicious heat Will couldn’t help but fuck into, brushing the head of his cock on Mike’s ankle. Mike never got Will off directly, but he always found a way to make him feel good. Will was so thankful. The humiliation of it all made his head spin, and he wrapped his arms around Mike’s leg for balance.

“Mike, please,” Will begged, looking up at him with the poutiest eyes he could muster. He panted against the inside of Mike’s thigh, and could feel Mike’s cock twitch back to life with the attention. 

“You’re such a pathetic little thing, Byers. You look like a loser.” Despite his words, Mike reached down to pull at Will’s hair and curl a reassuring hand around his face, stroking his thumb in circles against his cheek. It was all Will needed. Mike’s words combined with the sensation of his leg against Will’s bulge, the way he was looking down at him with lust in his eyes. It was too much.

Will came with a whimper, staining the inside of his boxers and wetting Mike’s jean leg. He rocked his hips through it, not wanting to let go of Mike. His warm, steady presence. His big hand tangled in his hair. It was over too quickly. Mike pulled Will up by his hair, the sneer from earlier back on his features. Like it had always been there, like there was never the other side of him that Will had briefly seen.

“Ugh, did you get blood on my jeans?” They both looked down. Sure enough, Mike’s pants were covered in muddled, red handprints. There was a wet spot right on his ankle. Will blushed, his hands stinging as he tried to straighten out his own clothes. 

His efforts were made null just then. With the same leg that Will had just finished on, Mike brought it up harshly into the other boy’s stomach, his knee crushing into the area just above his bladder. Will crumpled to the ground, falling on his already marred hands. The quick spurts of pain and pleasure were giving Will whiplash. He never knew what Mike was going to do.

“Asshole. You better bring some money tomorrow to buy me new ones,” Mike spat at him. Will looked up through teary eyes to watch Mike stalk away across the parking lot, heading back into the school. 

Almost comedically, that’s when Max and Jane burst through the same doors, just about to hit Mike in the face. He scowled at them and brushed past. The girls watched him with nervous faces, eyes scanning the parking lot for Will. He was still on the floor, arm clutching his stomach while he tried to breathe through the pain.

They rushed over instantly when they spotted him.

“Holy shit, Will, are you okay?” They picked him up gently, trying to avoid making the pain any worse.

“Yeah, I’m okay. He just came over to blow off some steam, I guess.”

Will really hoped the growing bulge in his pants wasn’t obvious to either of them.

–

He wondered if he looked as beat up as he felt. His mouth was sore and sticky, knees were marked purple and yellow with bruising, hair matted to his forehead with sweat. Max and Jane were not happy, to be expected. They helped him into Hopper’s car, Jane shooting him a quick glance as if to say don’t ask.

With Will in the middle of the two of them, it made for a very awkward car ride back to Will’s. Nobody spoke, and Will could feel the girls quietly stewing next to him. His rib was throbbing. He tried inconspicuously to rest a hand against himself and soothe the stinging.

Hopper caught his eye in the rearview mirror and gave him a quizzical look. Of course Jane’s stepfather had to be chief of police. Trained in asking questions and observation. Why on Earth couldn’t her mother marry a gas station clerk? To Will’s surprise though, Hopper didn’t say anything either. He drove them in silence back to Will’s house, where his mom was waiting with his car. 

Will tried his best to make himself look like he hadn’t just spent the last half hour sucking dick. He smoothed his hair, brushed the dirt off his knees, wiped his mouth. Max caught his eye and scowled at him. He shot her an apologetic look and got out of the car, rushing right into his mom’s arms.

“Oh! Hi sweetie, long day at school?” She was taken aback by his sudden show of affection. 

“Just glad to see my car made it back home in one piece. Did you get it towed?”

She nodded, her lips pressed together in a thin line. “Got a deal with the mechanic shop, they’re actually going to tow it there in an hour to do work and we can go pick it up next week. You’ll need to find a ride to school until then.”

Max and Jane were suddenly standing next to him, matching strained smiles on their faces. “He can ride with me and Hopper! We can pick him up before school.”

Hopper, who was still sitting in the driver’s seat watching the whole exchange, gave an unconvincing nod. Will tried not to let his face change at the display. He hated having other people go out of his way for him.

But it was settled. Jane would be taking him to school the next few days while his car was in the shop. Once the girls realized Will didn’t need to go to the mechanic anymore, they brushed past him, heading inside his house and up to his room, giving him a pointed look as they passed. He sighed.

“Mom, let me know how much the bill is for my car, okay? I don’t want you paying for it.”

“Will, honey, please. Save your money for school next year. I’ll take care of it. She gave him a wink and followed the girls inside. 

The girls, Will found, were waiting in his room, standing around like they were staging an intervention. Once he walked in and saw them, he rolled his eyes. 

“Why are you guys standing like that?”

Max spoke first. “Dude, are you serious? We find you in the parking lot beaten and bloody and you expect everything to be all hunky-dory? I’m going to kill that fucking Wheeler.”

Will glanced down at his palms. The blood was pretty much dry, just leaving a sticky red film covering the skin. Most of the blood had been rubbed off on Mike’s pant leg. Mike’s pant leg. He let his mind wander back to him on the floor, Mike towering over him. How good it felt to brush against him. How his fingers felt in his mouth.

“You can’t let him get away with this, Will. Please, can you report him to the counselor? This is so fucked up. I thought you said it wasn’t as bad anymore?”

Jane’s desperate voice broke through his thoughts, turning his arousal to guilt. He didn’t want to worry his friends. This weird thing he had with Mike was for him to enjoy - he didn’t expect anyone else to understand. Hell, he didn’t even understand it sometimes. 

“I can’t go to anyone else, what if he gets in trouble and hurts me worse? I can’t risk it guys,” Will watches their faces fall, “School is ending in a few months and then we’ll be far away from here. I promise I’ll take care of it. I’m fine. It doesn’t even hurt that bad.”

He let himself be cleaned up. The loose gravel picked out of his palms, the blood dabbed off his skin. A bandaid here, some ointment there. It felt weird to be taken care of like this, especially since he was so used to being thrown around and hurt. A small part of him itched to press down on his bruises and reopen the gashes that his friends took so long cleaning up. He pushed that part away. 

Not right now.

Will thought of Mike that entire night. He thought of Mike while Jane and Max forced him to watch Pretty Woman for the hundredth time, he thought of Mike when he walked them out and waved them goodbye, he thought of Mike when he was brushing his teeth, all the way until he was settled into bed with the covers pulled to his chin.

His last thought before falling asleep was Mike, his cock still leaking in his fist when he finally succumbed to his fatigue. 

–

Hopper was giving him weird looks in the rearview mirror again. This time, Jane was in the passenger seat, telling a really elaborate story that Will could not figure out the plot of. He was by himself in the back, trying to avoid meeting Hopper’s eyeline.

Being taken to school by someone else was weird. Will had been pretty independent since he had gotten his car, always making sure he took himself to and from places. It was the one time he felt like an adult, as still living in his mom’s house when he was 18 still made him feel like he was five years old. 

For the millionth time that morning, his mind drifted over to Mike. Mike was turning 20 in a few weeks. His birthday was late and he was held back a year, making him one of the oldest kids in the senior class. Mike was an adult. Mike drove his own car and bought his own cigarettes. Mike had probably pierced his own eyebrow since he was so grown up.

Will felt his jeans tighten at the thought of Mike pushing the needle through his skin and not even flinching. He could not think about this anymore.

When they got to school, Max and Jane were understandably very hesitant to leave Will’s side. Max had arrived just a few moments after them, relieved to see Jane and Will waiting by her locker. 

“Hey bitches! You guys want to go off campus to eat today? I found a new place we could try.”

Will swallowed. He had other plans for lunch.

“You guys go ahead, I have to make up some work I missed yesterday. If I do it today I might be able to salvage my A in Biology.”

A beat. He held his breath, waiting for them to call him on his shit.

“Oh, okay. Max and I can go, then. I’ll see you in math?” Jane asked, walking backwards to maintain eye contact as she headed off to her own locker.

Will nodded, and turned back over to Max, who was still looking at him.

“How are your hands?”

He held them up to her gaze, turning them over a few times so they could both see the extent of the scraping. Somehow, even with all the blood gone, it looked worse. He could feel Max discomfort looking at them. Will knew she was squeamish. 

Okay, it probably looked worse than it would’ve without Will rubbing his dick raw all night. But Max didn’t need to know that.

She looked up suddenly, and Will could immediately feel the shift. Huddled by Max’s locker, they watched as Mike walked into the hallway, followed by Dustin and Lucas in a perfectly triangle position behind him. Will tried not to roll his eyes out of worry he would miss a second of looking at Mike.

Mike wasn’t wearing his team jacket today, but instead a jersey with a white shirt underneath. Will could see how tight it was, hugging his biceps and showing off the ripples of his back as he walked. He looked good. Per usual. His hair was messy in that Mike Wheeler way, like he had just rolled out of bed without a care in the world. He had his chain in his mouth, a ball tucked into his side, and a cocky smirk on his face as they made their way to the gym. 

Everyone else in the hallway had moved back as if not to bump into them. They knew the drill. If Mike was coming, it was time to move. Risk getting in his way and you were bound to walk away with a black eye. Mike Wheeler was the school’s resident top dog and renowned bully. Star player of the basketball team. Not too hard on the eyes. He had many conquests in the past, everyone falling under his harsh thumb at least once. But for some reason, he kept coming back to pick on Will.

Over and over again.

Will tried his best to hide behind Max as Mike passed them. Unfortunately, as aforementioned, Mike had an alarm for Will’s presence. With everyone else in the hall as a witness, he pushed Lucas aside so he could come face to face with Will. 

“Byers! Looking well rested today! How are those hands, buddy?” He was obviously being facetious, knowing he had caused the wounds.

With a harsh grip, he grabbed one of Will’s hands to look at his palms. Max stood next to him and watched, shooting daggers with her eyes that Mike was paying zero mind to.

“Still a little raw today. Such a shame. You gotta be more careful in the future!”

Will was practically deafened by the sound of blood rushing in his ears. He was flushed a deep shade of pink at this point, hands shaking in Mike’s much larger ones. Mike wouldn’t hit him in front of all these people, right?

Without warning, Mike pressed a fingernail into one of the gashes on his palm. The pain was immediate - Will hissed and pulled his hand back like he had been burned. 

Max raised her arm like she was going to push Mike. “Hey! Watch it, Wheeler!”

Mike laughed. It wasn’t genuine, though. Will had heard him laugh way too many times to confuse it with joy. His laughter was laced in irony, intimidation, sarcasm. He threw his hands up as if he was conceding.

“Sorry about that! Didn’t realize you still had some open wounds. Are you okay, Will?”

Will’s heart sunk to the floor. It never meant anything good when Mike said his name like that. His fears were confirmed when he took a leap of faith and met Mike’s gaze. His eyes were pitch black, the iris having completely swallowed the pupil. His nose was twitching, one of his tells of true anger. Will could barely catch his breath to speak.

“I’m okay, Mike.”

Sneering, Mike turned on his heel and stormed off. He hadn’t even glanced at Max once that entire exchange. It was like she was invisible. He only had eyes for Will. Everyone else in the hallway returned to what they were doing now that the show was over. The corridor erupted with the sound of muted whispers and slamming lockers. The bell was about to ring. They needed to go to class. 

“Come on, Will.” Max said with a shaky tone, linking her arm through Will’s and pulling him to the direction of their first class. He had a feeling she would be walking him to all his classes today.

–

Will went about his day with a thousand pound weight on his shoulders. Max and Jane stuck by his side as much as possible as he traversed the hallway to each of his classes. There hadn’t been much conversation about what had happened earlier - but he could feel the tension between the three of them. It was rare that Max and Jane went that long without talking. He knew the other shoe would drop eventually.

For now though, he anxiously awaited lunchtime. Even with his run in with Mike this morning, his plans were still intact to stay behind at lunch while the girls went out. When the time came, they were hesitant to leave.

“Will, are you sure you don’t just want to come with us? This morning was really scary… what if you run into him again?”

Will was betting on it, actually.

Instead, he shook his head in a way he hoped was convincing.

“It’s okay, Max, really. I need to make up the assignment so I can keep my grade. I’ll be inside the classroom the whole time. I promise.”

Max squeezed his shoulder and looked over to Jane, gesturing with a raised brow for her to speak.

“Max and I were talking about it earlier and we were thinking you could talk to my dad? If Mike keeps hurting you like this, Hopper will take care of it. You know he would.” He almost felt bad. They seemed to really care about him, about getting him out of his situation.

What would they say if they knew he was going back for more?

“I’ll think about it. Don’t do anything without telling me, okay?”

The girls nodded, admitting defeat. “We’ll be back when the bell rings. Stay out of trouble, Byers!”

He gave them a salute in return, and they skipped out of the school, giggling. 

Will turned on his heel and wandered in the opposite direction. The bell was just about to ring, and he knew he couldn’t be in the hallway unless he wanted to be ushered into the cafeteria with the rest of the students. He had to time this right. He slipped into the bathroom next to the stairwell right as the period switched, and listened with baited breath from inside a stall at the chorus of doors opening and kids screaming.

He waited maybe five, ten minutes before he assumed it was safe to come out. He went to undo the latch on the door in front of him, when the sound of loud footsteps froze him in place. He could see the big, dark boots under the door. Will watched in stunned silence as the shadow made its way through the bathroom, over to the urinals.

The sound of a belt coming undone. A zipper. Some shuffling, and then a stream of piss. Will decided it was a good time to peer through the gap in the door to see who it was. If it would be safe for him to come out. 

To his surprise, it was not. 

Mike Wheeler was standing in front of the urinal, his back to the stalls. Will gasped and stepped back from the door. Mike, seemingly having the hearing of a dog, turned over his shoulder and caught Will’s eye through the gap. He smirked, turned back to finish and tuck himself into his pants, before he made his way over and knocked on the stall - one single, eerie knock.

“Byers? Are you fucking peeping on me like the faggot you are?”

Will couldn’t move. He couldn’t think, he couldn’t breathe. This was the worst possible situation for Mike to catch him in. He was essentially cornered in the stall. Mike thought he was spying. Along with the situation in the hall earlier, this meant he was in for a beating of a lifetime. He curled his hands into fists, trying his best to stand his ground and not show how frightened he was.

“No! No, sorry, Mike. I’ll leave now. I didn’t mean to.”

Mike said nothing. He just stood there, his menacing presence in front of the door. Will glanced down at the boots. They were ginormous. Will tried not to think about how they would feel on his throat.

“I-I’m going to open the door now, okay? I just want to leave!”

With his hands shaking, Will released the latch of the bathroom door and swung it open gingerly. Mike didn’t waste another second. As soon as Will was revealed to him, he surged forward and wrapped a hand around his neck, slamming the door behind them and refastening the lock.

Will was pinned back against the toilet, desperately clawing at the weight around his throat. Mike was squeezing much harder than he usually did. He couldn’t breathe at all. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, his tongue lolling out as his face turned purple from the lack of oxygen. He was going to die right here. Mike Wheeler was going to kill him, in this stall, right now.

While he had a boner. 

By some miracle of God, Mike released his hand a few agonizing seconds later, and Will almost fell to the floor out of relief. He gulped in as much air as he could, hot tears spilling down his cheeks as he shakily tried to gain his composure. 

“Are you hard from this? Can’t get enough of me, can you, fairy? You just want a taste that bad?”

Will shook his head, glaring at Mike and trying to scramble back against the wall between the toilet and the stall. 

“Leave me alone! I don’t -  I don’t want this, Mike! Please!”

Mike gave him an incredulous look before glancing down at the very obvious boner that Will was sporting. He reached forward and cupped it in his palm, stroking a soft thumb over the outline of the head. Will moaned, his hips immediately slanting forward into the “unwanted” touch.

“Tell me again you want me to leave you alone, Byers.”

Will whimpered, his eyes searching for any point in the room he could land on that wasn’t Mike. He knew if he looked at Mike, it would be too obvious. The grip on his bulge grew tighter, and soon he wriggled his hips out of Mike’s grasp because of the pain. 

“Say it,” Mike had leaned in to whisper in his ear, his voice gruff and laced with an edge Will didn’t recognize. He was still crying - nose stuffy and lips red with how much he had been chewing them from worry. Mike’s knee came up between his thighs and pressed up against him. He moaned, throwing his head back to catch his breath from how hot it had suddenly become in the bathroom. 

Will shook his head yet again, refusing to give in and admit to both himself and Mike that this was something he wanted. Before he could even process what was happening, Mike’s fist was connecting with his face. He was hit so hard his head smacked back against the tile wall and his legs gave out from under him.

Blood gushed from his nose and poured down his mouth, dripping onto the white porcelain of the toilet. Will let out a choked sob as he clutched his face where he had been hit. Mike had just missed his nose - thankfully - and instead his cheek had caught the brunt of the blow. It didn’t make it hurt any less. Will doesn’t think he’d ever been in more pain in his life.

He looked up at Mike through teary eyes. Mike was smiling down at him, shaking his wrist as if he was the one that had been punched. Will’s chest hitched and he erupted into full blown tears at the sight of it. It was so humiliating. It was so painful. He was so hard it hurt. He tried to hunch over so it wasn’t obvious to the boy standing over him.

“Awww, come on, Will. I didn’t hit you that hard.” Mike kneeled down so they were eye to eye and tucked a hand under Will’s chin, pulling his face up. He gave him a toothy grin and swiped his thumb under Will’s nosebleed, scooping up the slippery fluid and pushing it into his mouth. Will lapped it up without a second thought. 

It didn’t matter what Mike did to him. Will was always going to be putty in his hands. He was always going to do whatever he said, take whatever he gave him. No matter how many times Mike put his hands on him, Will kept coming back - over and over again. By the look in Mike’s eyes as his fingers were eagerly sucked, he had come to the same conclusion just then.

He stood up, and Will whimpered at the loss of the weight on his tongue. The pain on his face had subsided into a dull throb, beating erratically in time with his heartbeat. He started breathing heavier as Mike stood up, his full height over Will’s form on the floor. His hips automatically turned up, thighs opening to give his twitching cock some room. The heat curled in his gut was practically suffocating him. 

“Will,” Mike’s voice was raspy. There was still blood dripping from his fingers. His boot came between Will’s legs, pressing down hard on the tent in his jeans. Will took a stuttering breath in. “Say it or I’ll walk out right now.”

The terms had changed. Mike no longer wanted Will to tell him to stop, that he wanted to be left alone. Mike wanted Will to tell him that he did want this. That he wanted Mike to continue. 

The boot was pressed harder into his bulge, ripping a strangled whimper from his throat. It hurt so good. He didn’t want it to stop. So when Mike raised an eyebrow at him and started to lift his foot, Will desperately shook his head.

“Don’t stop! Please, please. Don’t…. stay… harder.” Before he had a chance to settle into the embarrassment he felt at finally saying it out loud, Mike’s boot was back, the friction against his jeans rutting deliciously against the sole. He started to move his hips, humping up into the pressure and panting like a dog.

Mike watched him with parted lips, shallow breaths puffing out as his eyes followed his every move. Will, bloodied and battered and bruised against the floor, was grinding against his boot, pulling down on his pants, hoping Mike would take the hint to step harder.

Thank goodness, he finally did.

At one point, Mike brought his foot back and pushed it into his groin. Hard. It made Will’s eyelids erupt in stars and moons. “Again… again…” He begged, tears mixing with the drying blood on his face.

Mike did it once more and that was it. Will came again inside his jeans for the second time that week, his body jolting and shuddering under Mike’s boot. The pain was intoxicating. His hips slowly rolled even in the aftershocks, seeking the hurt that he had grown addicted to. Mike was so good at hurting him. He never wanted it to end. 

He was being lifted into the air by his shirt not a second later. Mike had his hand fisted deep in the fabric, no doubt stretching Will’s favorite outfit and leaving it wrinkled. He was standing in front of Mike, knees weak and feeling like jelly. 

“Ah, ah, ah. You think we’re done here, Byers? Turn around.”

And then he was flipped around, his elbows holding him upright on top of the toilet. Mike’s hands roamed his hips and the back of his thighs, fingers hooking into his waistband and pulling down harshly, making Will gasp in surprise. Mike pressed against him, his clothed dick slipping between Will’s cheeks and rutting softly against his fluttering hole.

He humped against him like that, and Will desperately squeezed around nothing. He wanted it so bad.

“Arch… arch your back, Byers. More for me. Let me see you.”

Will was never one to disobey. He lowered down as much as he could, practically bent in half over the toilet. He heard Mike moan, and then bulge against his hole was replaced with his finger. The dry digit circled around the rim for a moment. A frustrated sigh.

“Turn around. Look at me.”

Will turned over his shoulder to meet Mike’s eye. He collected still wet blood collecting on top of Will’s lip between two fingers, rubbing them against his thumb and spreading it out over the skin. Back at the rim, Mike swirled it around, coating it as much as possible, and then pushed in a relatively dry finger.

It was quick. Barely a second passed by before another finger was pressed in. It was dry, rough, the friction causing fresh tears to sprout up in Will’s eyes. He took no care in opening Will up, lazily scissoring his fingers open and closed a few times, the blood almost making it more difficult to move. Will’s clenched around his fingers anyway, greedy for more as if he wasn’t getting lightheaded from the pain.

Mike removed his fingers, shucking his pants and underwear down with his free hand. He wiped the excess blood on his own dick and gathered saliva in his mouth to spit, mixing both fluids on himself. Will watched from in front of him with his head turned, eyes half lidded with undeniable lust. Mike was sweating, the collar of his white shirt wet with the effort he was putting into manhandling Will. His dark hair fell in front of his face, and Will had to resist the urge to brush it out so he could see his eyes.

“Ready, Will?” Mike’s voice was gentle and soft, a stark difference compared to the way he had been speaking to him. Will nodded and tried to relax. Mike had been inside him a few times, but every single time had been painful, no matter how much he was opened up prior. He never got used to the sheer girth and length of Mike’s cock. This time was no exception. 

When the head breached his rim, making an obscene popping sound, his hole swallowing Mike greedily, both of them let out a moan. Inch by inch, Mike pushed in, digging his fingertips into Will’s plush hips until he was fully seated. They stood there for a minute, adjusting to the breach, Will taking deep breaths as his hole fluttered.

“Mike,” He whimpered low, “Move, please.” 

A smack came down hard right on his left cheek, causing him to jump in surprise and push his hips back into Mike. 

“You think you’re calling the shots here, Byers? You forget the situation you’re in right now?” Mike’s hand came up to press against his nose, which was still raw from his assault earlier. He hissed in pain. 

“You need a reminder?”

Before Will could shake his head no, Mike had decided that was exactly what he needed. He grabbed the back of Will’s neck for leverage and started ruthlessly pounding into him, slamming his hips repeatedly into Will’s pliant body. Will let out a strangled cry and tried to reach back for any hold he could take on Mike’s body to slow him down. A second later, a single hand had pinned both wrists behind his back. A hand tangled in his hair to pull his head, forcing his eyeline to move up towards the ceiling.

“You’re such a whiny little thing, Will. You act all innocent around your friends and yet you keep crawling back for more of my cock. That little display earlier in the hall? Your friend even looks at me again and I won’t touch you anymore. Do you hear me, faggot?” 

Will couldn't do anything with his body. He was completely and entirely in Mike’s control, his arms rigid and neck starting to strain from how hard he was being pulled back. His nose spilled a fresh wave of blood from the immense pressure his head was under. He could feel Mike’s fingers scratching at his scalp, his hips banging painfully against the top of the toilet. He was going to have so many bruises tomorrow. His stomach fluttered at the thought.

Mike was getting close. Will could tell by the way his grip loosened and his thrusts were getting sloppier. That was one thing about Mike Wheeler: he was a quick lay. Unfortunately for Will, who wishes that he could be fucked by him all day long. On the floor. On the wall. In his bed. In his car. Just over and over again until his entire existence was Mike.

Will’s mind was hazy and clouded, and without even realizing it he started to vocalize these thoughts. He whimpered Mike’s name over and over, moving his hips back and meeting Mike’s thrusts in the middle. His cock leaked uncomfortably onto the toilet. Will reached for it and barely got to wrap his fingers around himself before his hand was being smacked away and replaced.

Pure bliss.

Mike was fucking him from the back and jerking him off while he did it. Will must be dreaming. This couldn’t be real. He had wet dreams about this exact situation at least once a week. Mike never touched him like this, usually only fucking him and never touching his dick. He let himself enjoy the sensation for a moment before he was finishing again, his cock spurting out a few humiliating drops of cum. The ropes splattered against Mike’s hand, and Will was expecting him to make fun of him or stop fucking him and hit him again. Will knew better than to get anything on Mike.

Instead, Mike groaned and raised his hand to Will’s mouth, gesturing for him to lick it up. He eagerly obeyed, taking his time lapping the expanse of Mike’s fingers with his tongue. On a particularly hard suck, he clenched his hole around the taller boy, inexplicably pulling Mike’s orgasm from him. He burrowed his hips deep inside Will and filled him up with his fingers still in his mouth. The overstimulation was hitting Will now, and he whimpered as Mike pulled out of him slowly, marveling at the way his cum immediately spilled out and started dripping down his legs.

The cleanup went by in a blur. Will, still drunk on the feeling of Mike’s hands on him, lazily pulled up his jeans and tucked himself back in his boxers. There was blood in his hair and all over his neck where Mike had wrapped a hand around him. He stood awkwardly with his back to Mike, afraid to turn around and face him.

“Will,” Mike started, his voice sounding a little higher than it usually did.

Mike was standing there with his hands draped across his hips. He obviously was at a loss for words as well. This time felt different for some reason. Mike had only fucked him a few times before, mostly opting out for just a blowjob occasionally, and none of the other times had felt this intimate. Will wiped across his nose with his hands as he looked up at Mike, his eyes searching the other boy’s face for a hint. A sign. Something that told him what to do.

But nothing came. Mike gestured for Will to follow him out of the stall and over to the sinks. He turned the water on and started to cup his hand under the stream, raising his wet hand to Will’s face. He flinched, figuring Mike was going to hit him again. Instead, Mike started gently cleaning the blood smeared across his cheeks and nose. To feel his hands in a way that wasn’t violent was a shock to Will’s system. It sent cold shivers down his body all the way to his toes.

“I got you, Byers. I got you.”

Will tried not to squeal from excitement. He just nodded and leaned into the touch, letting his eyes close as Mike took care of him.