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“Can I get my fucking phone call now?” Mike snaps, his hands gripping onto the bars of his holding cell.
Last night when they first brought him in, all he wanted to do was call Will, but the guards told him to wait until morning, and now it's morning. Mike wants his phone call, and he wants it now.
“If I say yes, will you shut the hell up?” One of the guards snaps back.
“Yes—yes, fine, whatever,” he grumbles even though he knows he is incapable of keeping his mouth shut for a prolonged period of time.
The guard unlocks his cell and puts him in handcuffs that are much too tight before taking him to a private, empty room with nothing but a table, a chair, a phone on the wall, and a window that he can't see through.
Mike sits down in the chair, and the guard removes his cups. “Twenty minutes, no longer,” he says before slipping out of the room, presumably heading to watch him through the window.
He quickly picks the phone up and begins dialing the number to his and Will’s apartment, his heart thumping against his chest, and after a few rings he hears him.
“Mike? Will asks as soon as he answers, his voice full of hope.
“Yeah, yeah, hi, baby,” he says softly, and Will immediately begins to cry.
“Hi,” he sniffles, his voice cracking.
“Shh, it's okay,” he coos. “Were you able to talk to Bonnie?”
"Mhm, she said we're going to come get you tomorrow,” he pauses. “Are you okay?”
“I am… he’s not.”
“Are you hurt?” Will asks, worried.
“I’m fine, really. I just have a busted lip and a split eyebrow. He, on the other hand, has a broken nose and jaw.”
“Why did you do that?” He chokes out.
Mike could still see the immense amount of fear in his eyes, how genuinely anxious and uncomfortable he looked. He can still hear the venomous lies being spat at him, the lies that made him snap.
“He was being a fucking asshole,” he defends.
“And now you're in jail!” Will shouts, followed by a long, drawn-out sigh. “It wasn't worth it,” he says, his voice softening.
“You looked… you looked like you were scared of him, Will.”
Will sighs again, pausing for a minute. “I—I don't want to talk about that right now.”
“About what? Why were you scared?”
“Mike, can we just talk about it when you're home?" he pleads, and Mike agrees even though he can sense something is off.
“Did you eat today?” Mike asks.
“Yeah, Lacy and Jade stopped by with breakfast and doughnuts. They actually just left before you called. I like them a lot. They're nice.”
“Good, I’m glad… I miss you.”
“I miss you too.” Will says, taking a deep breath in. “Last night I was looking for an album to play to help me fall asleep, and I found a blank one, so I played it, and it had two songs that I hadn't heard before,” he confesses. “I—I’m sorry for listening to them without asking you first, but I just have to ask… why didn't you add those ones onto your last album?”
Mike leans his head against the wall. “I don't know… there's not just one big reason. For one the first album was seven songs, so I wanted to do the same amount for the second album, and I guess I just wasn't ready to release them yet. Same reasons I have journals full of unused lyrics and complete unreleased songs,” he admits.
“What if you release an EP or a single?” Will offers. “You could release deluxe editions of the albums at some point and add songs onto those too.”
Mike lets out a breathy giggle, smiling at the phone. “You really think they're that good?”
“I think they're amazing, and I know everything else hidden in those journals is amazing too.”
After a few more minutes of conversation the guard comes back into the room tapping his watch to signal to him that time is up, so Mike tells Will he loves him and ends the call before being put in handcuffs and led back to his cell.
—
Mike steps out into the lobby in a grey sweatsuit, holding a bag with his clothes from Saturday and other belongings, and his eyes immediately land on Will, who looks like he hasn't slept in days.
Will crashes into his arms, burying his face into his shoulder, and Mike drops his bag to the ground so he can properly hold him in his embrace.
Bonnie picks up his bag, and Mike looks at her while gently scratching the back of Will’s scalp.
She motions with her head that it's time to leave, so Mike wraps his arm around Will’s shoulders, holding him close as they follow her outside to the car to meet Timmy.
“Everything's all been figured out, and fines have been paid so you're in the clear.” Bonnie says as they pull out of the parking lot, and Mike thanks her, his hand resting on Will’s thigh.
Once they get home, Mike opens the door to the smell of a warm meal and nearly melts into the delicious scent.
“I made tacos.” Will says softly as Mike's eyes land on a small crockpot on the counter next to tortillas and different toppings.
“Thank you, baby.” Mike says with a smile, pressing a kiss to his forehead before they make their plates, get drinks, and settle into the table.
A few moments of silence pass, the only sound being the crunching as they take bites out of their tacos. All Mike can think about right now is asking Will why his eyes had filled with fear at the sight of Carlton, but he doesn't. The last thing he wants to do is push him.
“Did you think about what I said yesterday?” Will asks.
“About releasing more songs?” He asks for clarification and Will nods.
“I like the idea of adding songs to the albums at some point.”
Will smiles, pleased with his response, and another few minutes of silence and Will staring at him, trying to read his face, which he thought was blank, pass by and Will drops his shoulders in defeat.
“He used to hit me, okay!” Will blurts as if he had been able to see his thoughts in a bubble above his head.
Mike’s heart shatters at his confession, and without a word, he pulls himself up from his chair, leaving his mostly empty plate abandoned, and kneels down, taking his hand in one hand and cupping his face with the other, just looking at him.
“C'mere,” he coos before pulling him into his arms, and Will begins to cry. “Shh, it's okay.”
Will collapses into his touch, so Mike pulls him into his lap on the floor next to the table, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
He feels tears begin to soak through the fabric covering his shoulder, but he doesn't care and holds him tighter, gently swaying their bodies.
“And this is exactly why I didn't want to tell you, Mike, you got arrested,” he says in between sobs. "You were in jail."
“I know, I know, and I’m so, so sorry.”
Mike wishes Will hadn't held onto this for so long, but at the same time he completely understands why Will didn't tell him, and he feels awful.
“I—I didn't want you to do something dumb and get in trouble.”
“Look at me,” he guides, tilting his head up to face him. “You don't need to worry about me, baby, and I’m sorry that I made you feel like you couldn't tell me.”
Will sniffles, and Mike wipes the tears out of his eyes with his thumbs.
“I just—I don't want you to ruin your life, especially due to the fact that I was stupid, lonely and got with the first guy that showed just a sliver of interest in me.”
“You are my life, Will, and you're very far from stupid, so don't say that.”
“I love you.” Will breathes out, and Mike smiles a little.
“I love you more.”
After dinner is cleaned up Mike takes a shower and puts on some pajamas before they plop down onto the couch, turning on a movie.
They stretch their legs out across the ottoman, and Mike wraps his arm around Will’s shoulders, guiding him to lay his head down.
He pulls a blanket over their bodies, and Will threads their legs together, nuzzling his head into his chest.
Mike looks down at him, his lips pulling into a smile before pushing his hair back and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Will?”
“Hm?”
“Do you think—do you think… the paparazzi got any of that?”
Will shakes his head. “They were already gone by the time we got outside,” he assures, and Mike lets out a sigh of relief.
He waits for Will to ask him why he didn't think about that before he attacked Carlton, but he doesn't. He doesn't say anything and continues watching Jurassic Park. Mike's thankful for that.
At that moment Mike wasn't thinking about his public image and as a matter of fact, he wasn't thinking at all. He just acted in defense of not only Will but also himself.
He's never loved anything as much as he loves Will, not even his own family, so his words were truly a slap in the fucking face, and how could he say such terrible things about Will? How could he grab him like he was merely just an object?
Will is the most generous and loving person he's ever met. How could anyone ever want to hurt him?
Mike can feel pure rage begin to rush through his body thinking about it, so he reaches for the ashtray sitting in the middle of the coffee table, takes the half-smoked joint out of it, and sparks it in between his lips in an attempt to ease his mind.
Will looks up at him with a bat of his eyelashes, and Mike giggles despite his irritation, passing him the joint. Will smiles as he takes a long hit from it, holding eye contact, and smoke fills the air. “Don't leave me again,” he says quietly, causing Mike’s eyes to soften.
“I won't, I promise.”
Mike takes a few hits from the joint and puts it out before tilting his head up, cupping his face in his hand and slotting their lips together.
“I’m so sorry, Will.”
“I know,” he breathes, filling the room with heat and recapturing his lips with intense desire, draping a leg across his lap.
Mike settles his hand on the back of his thigh right below the end of his shorts and rubs the skin as he deepens the kiss.
Will pulls one of his lip studs between his teeth before slipping his tongue into his mouth. Mike groans, his fingers sliding up Will’s shorts, and he feels his cock begin to fill and press against his inner thigh.
Without breaking the kiss, Will climbs fully onto Mike's lap, straddling him, and begins to slowly roll his hips forward with Mike’s hands guiding his movements.
Mike tightens his grip on his hips and latches onto his neck, sucking and nibbling at the skin, causing a whimper to escape from Will’s lips.
“Mike,” he breathes, and Mike looks up at him knowingly before gripping tightly onto the back of his legs and standing up.
Will throws his legs around his waist and his arms around his neck, kissing him as he carries him into the room.
Mike carefully lays him down on their bed, climbing on top of his body, and Will raises his arms for him to pull off his shirt, which he does before pulling off his own.
He hooks his fingers into Will’s shorts along with his boxers and tugs them down, letting him kick them to the floor as he quickly removes his pajamas.
“So pretty.” Mike breathes, leaving a trail of slow, open-mouthed kisses down his chest and stomach. He wants to show Will just how much he worships him, how precious he is to him. “No one's ever going to hurt you again, angel, I promise.”
As much as it pains him to admit, the truth is, the only person he blames for Will being stuck in that terrible situation is himself.
If he wasn't such an idiot and if he would’ve just opened his eyes and stopped being so goddamn afraid a few months earlier, Will would've never even fucking met Carlton. If it weren't for Mike's fear of the truth, Carlton would've never had the chance to put his grimy little hands on Will.
“I’m so sorry that I wasn't there for you,” he says in between kisses to his stomach, and Will threads his fingers into his curls. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Mike, it's okay you don't need to keep apologizing.” Will assures, his tone soft, and Mike looks up at him.
"No, it's not okay. It's really far from okay if I would’ve just—”
“Shh,” he coos, cutting him off, and Mike climbs up his body, resting on his side next to him, hovering over him with a hand caressing his stomach. “It's not your fault.”
“If I weren't so scared and if I just—”
Will presses a finger to his mouth, cutting him off again. “Mike.”
Mike’s eyes soften, and Will replaces his finger with his lips. “It's not your fault,” he repeats.
“But it is Will.”
“By your logic it's also my fault for not being better about communicating my feelings with you.” Will counters.
“That is not the same thing.”
“It is, though.”
Mike knows he has a point, but he’d rather not admit it, so he slams their lips back together and reaches for the bottle of lube in the drawer of his nightstand.
Without breaking the kiss, he flips open the lid and squeezes a little onto his fingers before reaching down in between their bodies, spreading Will’s legs apart and slowly slipping two fingers inside him, catching his moans in his mouth.
Will’s jaw falls slack as Mike works his fingers in and out of him, so he moves his lips down to his neck, sucking the soft skin in sync with the movement of his hand.
“Oh my god,” he breathes out, sounding absolutely relieved, and drapes his leg across Mike's side.
“Let me show you how much I missed you while I was gone, baby.” Mike says before latching onto one of his nipples and flicking his tongue around the sensitive button for a few minutes and eventually slipping a third finger into his rim.
Will arches his back, and as a series of moans escape him, Mike slots their lips together, feeling the intoxicating vibrations of his moans in his mouth. Mike loves knowing that he's the only man that could ever make him feel this way.
“M—Mike nngh.”
“What is it, angel? Tell me what you need,” he coos.
“Need—Need you inside me—need you to make me come.”
Mike slowly pulls out his fingers and lathers his cock with lube before slipping in just the tip and gripping onto his thigh, which is still draped across his waist. “Anything for you, my sorcerer,” he breathes as he pushes in just a few more inches.
Will threads his fingers into his hair with a tug, their lips nearly touching, and lets out a shattered, breathy moan.
“Is this okay, or do you want to go on your back?” Mike asks softly, looking into his eyes, and Will shakes his head a little.
“Mmm feels—feels amazing,” he assures, so Mike presses a kiss to his lips and gradually bottoms out, doing his best to be extra gentle with him.
Mike pulls almost all the way out and slips back in before sliding in and out of him with slow, deep, tender thrusts, feeling the tight warmth of Will’s hole hugging his shaft.
Will runs his hands up and down Mike’s back with his lips brushing against his ear, letting out moans.
“I love how you make those pretty little sounds for me,” he breathes as he begins to roll his hips in circles. “You make me feel so good.”
Mike feels Will’s nails dig into and drag down his back as he whimpers in pleasure, so he speeds up his movements.
“Look at how well you fit around me, how well you take my cock. I like to believe that I was made for you,” he admits in between thrusts and heavy breaths. “Just think about it. You've been in my life forever. I've always been drawn to you, and I was born two weeks after you." He pauses, taking a few more breaths. “My purpose in this world has always been to be yours. To love you, to cherish you, to protect you, to hold you, to kiss you, to bury my cock inside you and make you come.”
“Mike—fuck I love you so much,” he moans out. "But—but stop talking or I'm going to come.”
“I thought that’s what you wanted?” He asks teasingly, slowing his movements before pulling out. “Guess I’ll just have too—”
“No!” Will whines with his leg still draped across Mike's side and grips onto his arm as he pretends to get up from the bed.
Mike lets out a breathy chuckle and repositions himself before slowly bottoming out with a sigh of relief.
“Mmm, don't do that again.”
“Then next time don't tell me what to do unless I ask you what you need from me. Do you understand?” Mike asks, looking into Will’s widening eyes, and he nods, but Mike cups his chin. “Use your words,” he commands, and Will swallows.
“I understand, Mike.” Will says quietly, just loud enough for Mike to faintly hear his words.
“Hm? I don't think I heard you,” he lies. “Gonna need you to speak up for me, bunny.”
Will lets out a breathy whimper and tightens his grip around Mike’s bicep. “I—I understand.”
“So let me fuck you like the good boy you are and make you come on my terms, or you're not gonna come at all tonight,” he purrs, knowing there's no way in hell he’d deprive him from coming after the day they had before beginning to thrust in and out of him, this time with a little more speed but still gentle.
“Yes, Mike,” he moans, and Mike is beginning to regret his life choices because he himself is on the verge of spilling out into Will’s guts.
Not even five minutes pass before Mike's legs lock up, and he lets out a long, drawn-out moan as he buries his release inside of Will.
"Hypocrite," Will says, trying to disguise it with a cough, and without saying anything, Mike switches up his angle, slamming into his prostate. “Oh—fuck,” he cries out, and Mike continues to pump his sensitive shaft in and out of him.
“If you want me to let you come so bad, then beg for it.”
Will buries his face into his shoulder in an attempt to muffle his moans, but Mike flips him onto his back, pounding into that sweet spot.
“W—What happens if I just come anyway?” Will asks in between heavy breaths, looking into Mike's eyes, and Mike snickers before leaning down, leaving their faces less than a few inches apart.
“I won’t fuck you for a week." He pauses. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll tie you up and make you watch me make myself come,” he smirks, halting his movements, and Will laughs.
“That sounds like an impossible task for you,” he counters with a raise of his eyebrow.
“Wanna bet?” Mike challenges, causing Will's eyes to widen in realization that he's serious.
“N—No.”
“That's what I thought,” he boasts and continues slamming into his prostate. “So you better start begging, angel.”
Will whines, followed by a breathy sigh, before accepting his fate. "Just—just please let me come, Mike. I haven't come since before we went to the club Saturday. I need it."
“You know what I think? I think you're lying.”
“What? No—I’m not lying,” he stammers as his cheeks flush a bright red and Mike chuckles.
"Yes, you are, I can see it written all over your face." He pauses. “Where’d you do it, baby? In bed, on the couch, in the shower—”
“I did it with my face buried into your pillow, okay!” He blurts before hiding his face in his hands in embarrassment, and Mike's jaw falls slack. “While wearing one of your hoodies,” he admits even more quietly.
“That's—That's so fucking hot.” Mike breathes out in awe. “I’m just mad I wasn't here to see it,” he purrs as he picks up the pace, his hands settled on either side of his head to hold himself up.
Will throws his arms around Mike's back and drags his nails down the skin. "Mike—Mike, please—I’m going to come,” he cries out.
“I know, baby,” he coos and wraps his hand around his cock, gently caressing the tip with his thumb. “You're doing so good for me, just a little bit longer.”
“Mike, please, I need—I need to—I’ll do anything you want, I—I promise, just please.” Will begs with tears of overstimulation and pleasure spilling down his cheeks, so Mike begins to deepen his thrusts, rolling his hips in a circle each time he presses into Will’s sweet spot.
“Anything?” He asks, smirking, and Will frantically nods as his legs begin to spasm. “Mmm, fine, but I’m going to hold you to that.”
The moment Mike lets out the word 'fine,' Will’s eyes shift into white, and he tightens his grip around Mike's body as he spills out into his hand with the familiar stream of blood spilling from one of his nostrils.
Mike slowly pulls out and wastes no time before cleaning up the beautifully ruined boy sprawled out across their sheets, already asleep.
He pulls out a clean pair of boxers for him and carefully slips them onto his body before putting his own on and climbing into bed with his journal, where he spends the rest of the night before falling asleep writing a new song that he titles Pretty Boy, which is essentially his perspective of the world ending.
“Even if my heart stops beating”
“You're the only thing I need, ooh, with me”
“Even if the earth starts shaking”
“You're the only thing worth taking, ooh, with me”
“Even if the sky’s on fire”
“Got you here, it's alright, ooh, with me”
“And if it's all over”
“I’m taking this moment, ooh, with me”
“Yeah”
“Pretty boy, you did this with me, boy”
“Now it's all about to end”
“Baby boy, look where we made it, boy”
“Hmm, now we're falling”
“As long as I got you”
“I’m gonna be alright”
“As long as I go you, yeah”
“I’m not afraid to die”
“I’m alright”
“Even if my heart stops beating”
“You're the only thing I need, ooh, with me”
“Even if the earth starts shaking”
“You're the only thing worth taking, ooh, with me”
“Even if the sky’s on fire”
“Got you here, it's alright, ooh, with me”
“And if it's all over”
“I’m taking this moment, ooh, with me, yeah”
“Wherever I’m going”
“I’m happy you're coming, ooh, with me”
“With me, yeah”
“Ooh”
“Yeah, I’m lucky you're with me”