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It was a beautiful ceremony. Small and intimate.
Only a couple of rows of chairs, filled with all the people who cared most. Dustin stood under a large arbor of white roses and lilies. He was wearing a dark green velvet suit jacket. Classy, intimate, maybe a little theatrical. Will would have expected nothing less of Dustin and Jane. It seemed like fate had finally given everyone affected by the upside down a second chance.
Life went on. Everyone moved on to live happy and full lives. Nancy and Jonathan got back together in 1992 and were living in Boston, both with incredible jobs. Steve and Eddie got married shortly after the younger kids graduated high school. They had a 5-year-old little girl named Stella, who was the flower girl. Lucas and Max had a 3-year-old son, Ryder, who was the ring bearer.
It was a cuteness overload.
Will watched with warm eyes from the end of the aisle as Stella very sweetly dragged Ryder down. Her long dark curls bounced as she threw out handful after handful of fake flower petals. Ryder ended up helping her. Shoving their hands into the small basket with great conviction. Once they reached the officiant, Stella dumped the rest of the petals into a small pile, causing the audience to laugh and awe. Eddie and Steve came and scooped up the two smallest wedding party members, taking them to the furthest row of chairs.
Lucas and Max walked down the aisle next as the best man and maid of honor. They both looked amazing in their wedding outfits. All the groomsmen wore dark green suit vests and bow ties; Max wore a dark green strapless gown that was truly her color.
Mike was the other groomsman, and Will was on Jane's side as a 'brides man '. As Jane had been affectionately calling Will. They walked down the aisle together as the only other members of the wedding party. Will did his best to remain calm and collected. However, something about linking arms with Mike to walk down the aisle made Will's thoughts wander to places he hadn't gone in years.
Thankfully, the wedding was small, only Jane and Dustin's most trusted friends and family. Or else two men walking down the aisle may have seemed a little odd.
There was hardly a dry eye in the house when Jane finally walked down the aisle. She looked breathtaking; her hair was long and flowed down around her face, and Dustin was beaming. Hopper was already crying as he passed her off to Dustin. Joyce sat in the front row, crying silent happy tears. Even Mike looked like he was getting a little choked up across the aisle.
It was a special moment. Will felt so happy for his sister. She deserved the best, and Dustin certainly seemed to be offering it to her. Mike was the only single one of the group left, however he seemed content with his life.
Will spent more time with Mike over the last week preparing for the wedding than he had in the last three years since they graduated college. Will had almost forgotten just how much he enjoyed spending time with Mike. Regardless of the passing of time, they always seemed to pick up exactly where they left off.
Mike had been absolutely furious when Will had eloped with his college boyfriend Daniel in Vegas. It had been part of the reason they had been so distant from each other. Will was pleasantly surprised when Mike didn't bring it up, as if it didn't bother him at all. Mike never did like Daniel or any of Will's past boyfriends. He always had an excuse. They weren't nerdy enough, smart enough, good-looking enough.
Daniel was a good man.
A hard worker who loved Will deeply. Daniel had been in the middle of a huge project at work, so was forced to attend the wedding alone. He was a little happy for some time away from his husband, though. They had been trying for a baby for over a year now. Every heat cycle, like rabbits. But recently, with the stress of Daniel's new job and the disappointment of several negative pregnancy tests, their sex life had become nearly nonexistent.
Will desperately wanted to have babies. Seeing his friends' children always left him feeling like he was missing out. He had cried when he held Ryder for the first time after Max gave birth. He wanted it more than anything. He wanted it all. A loving, devoted husband, a career he loved, and a beautiful family.
During the reception, Will watched as his family, friends, and their families danced. Max and Lucas were dancing with Ryder between them. Steve was spinning Stella around as Eddie watched on lovingly. Jim and Joyce were on the dance floor nearly all night, their eyes only for each other.
Then of course, there was Dustin and Jane.
They were so in love. It made Will a little envious. He loved Daniel, of course. But there were pieces of himself he could never share with him. Parts of himself and his traumatic past that Daniel would never in a million years understand.
Across the dance floor, Mike was sitting next to Nancy and Johnathan, having a conversation. He was smiling, laughing. His hair was long now, curly and shaggy around Mike's face. He had undone his bow tie and unbuttoned the first three buttons of his dress shirt. He looked really good. Somehow becoming even more handsome with age.
Mike caught Will staring; he met his eyes with a smile. He excused himself from his conversation and made a beeline for Will. He pulled out the chair next to him at the wedding party table and sighed.
"Not dancing tonight?" Will had danced a little bit, with Jane and Max. However, they both wanted to dance with their husbands, so Will had taken to the sidelines.
"Nah, not as fun without a partner." Mike laughed; he put his beer to his lips and finished it off. He glanced at Will with a smirk.
"I'd dance with you." Will laughed. Mike was a notoriously terrible dancer. In college, the party had agreed to never make him dance because it was not only embarrassing for Mike, but made everyone else embarrassed by association.
"I know what happens when you dance." The song changed, slowed to the beginning of a soft rock ballad. Mike stood up and held out his hand.
"Come on, Will. Dance with me. We can just sway, I think this is the perfect song for it." Will relented, taking Mike's hand as he led them to the dance floor. Mike placed his hands on Will's hips, and Will put his hands on Mike's shoulders like they were middle schoolers at the Snow Ball. It was sweet. As the lyrics began, Will realized what song was playing: The Flame by Cheap Trick.
Mike tugged Will in close to him so they were chest to chest. Will rested his head on Mike's shoulder. Even after all this time, regardless of what had transpired between them, Mike had the same effect on Will as when they were teenagers. Mike's scent was comforting, familiar, and warm. Will was getting lost in it.
"I really missed you, Will." His heart jumped in his chest. He was married, attempting to build a family, a life together. Yet a single sentence from Mike was enough to make Will want to give all of that up.
"I missed you too. This week...getting to spend time together..."
"It's been nice." Mike completed Will's sentence before they both grew silent. The music played over them, their bodies swaying in a slow, steady rhythm. At the end of the song, they both made their way back to their seats, something unsaid sitting between them.
The reception ended shortly after; all the normal guests had left, and all that remained was the party. Max and Lucas said their goodbyes, Ryder fast asleep on Lucas's shoulder. Steve and Eddie made their exit next with a sleepy Stella, very tired from the long day of festivities. Will and Mike helped clean up and then stood out in the parking lot waiting for their cab.
"If you feel up to it, you should come hang out with me in my hotel room for a bit. I don't think I'm ready for the night to end just yet." Mike was so casual, completely unfazed by the lingering feelings that were still haunting Will. He should have gone back to his hotel room and gone to bed, but instead he went with Mike.
They were both staying at the same hotel. Mike had gotten a third-floor room with a balcony. Will followed him up to his room, his heart beating wildly in his chest. Will knew that realistically this was a bad idea. It wasn't technically cheating, but it definitely crossed a line. Mike let them in and poured them both a rum and coke. They moved to the balcony; it was a warm summer evening. The perfect temperature.
The two caught up on all that had happened in their lives over the last three years. The movies they liked, the comics or books they read. They laughed and reminisced. Will was tipsy by this point, his cheeks flushed and his eyes hazy.
"Is everything going well with Daniel?" Mike asked almost nonchalantly as if he wasn't extremely curious.
"It's been okay. We have been trying for a baby for a while with no luck. He is so busy with work, it seems like that wish may just not be a possibility for us." Mike nodded, his body leaning against the railing.
"Why would it not be a possibility? Can't you just keep trying?" Will laughed nervously.
"Well, you can't have a baby if your husband can't fuck you, Mike." Will took a large gulp of his drink, unable to make eye contact with Mike.
"Woah wait, woah woah woah. What does that mean?" Will laughed again, finally looking at Mike with a tired smile.
"Daniel- he well... He hasn't been able to keep an erection at all recently. Sometimes he can't get hard, sometimes he can't cum. It's made that whole baby-making process extremely difficult." Will's gaze fell down to his feet. "I don't think the pressure is helping him either."
"You really want a family though..." Mike said the sentence with a soft, sad tone.
"Yeah...I did." Will grew quiet, his gaze focusing out on the lights flickering down below them.
"Is he at least... Ya know, satisfying you? Like in bed?" Will laughed.
"He tries his best."
"I just had a crazy idea. Why don't I be your sperm donor?" Will looked over at Mike, his mouth agape. He laughed, shaking his head at the ridiculousness of his offer. Then for a moment he seriously considered it. A baby, with Mike's dark eyes and hair... His freckles. It made Will sad for a moment. It reminded him of the dreams and fantasies he had about Mike when they were young. If Will had ever been given the chance to choose a life with Mike, he would have. That wasn't reality, though. Mike was straight. He didn't even think Mike wanted kids.
"I'm not paying you for your swimmers, Michael. Don't be ridiculous." Mike chuckled softly. He set down his drink then moved closer to Will.
"Who said anything about you paying me?" Will shrugged Mike off.
"That would be weird, wouldn't it? You don't even want kids, and then my kid would look like you. And like what are even the logistics of that?" Will laughed nervously. "So weird." Mike was leaning with his back against the railing, looking at Will, who was facing forward. Mike had a dangerous smile on his face. Will could feel his heart thundering in his ears; his hands grew clammy around his drink glass.
"I want kids. I hadn't really thought about it until recently...But I definitely wanna be a dad... " Will swallowed hard; something about this conversation was nerve-racking. Will wanted to run away, but instead he looked away from Mike.
"That's...surprising."
"Do you remember your first heat? You were still living with us when it happened." Will giggled at the memory. He had made a nest in Mike's room because that was where he felt the safest. Mike had already presented as an alpha and taken a leading role in the party dynamic. He had been extremely comforting and completely nonjudgmental. He always treated Will with an incredible softness. They spent Will's heat curled up together reading comics and playing video games. Back then, going into heat was nonsexual. It was only when they entered college that Will's heat became something more than just a high fever.
"Yeah, I made a nest in your room. You really let me get away with it too." Mike chuckled.
"You were so cute, there was no way I could say no to you." Mike was close enough that Will could feel the heat radiating from him. "You were excited. You told me, ' I can be a mom now'." Will didn't respond. He remembered, of course he did. He had thought, maybe he could be with Mike since he was an omega. Mike was an alpha; Will was an omega. It could have been perfect, right? But somehow their relationship had never evolved into anything more. Just years of Will pinning, only to eventually give up and marry Daniel
"Will." The way Mike said his name caused him to turn and look at him. He cupped Will's chin in his hand gently. That same dangerous smile that made Will's stomach flutter. "Let me get you pregnant." Mike ran his thumb up Will's jaw. His eyes were hungry, and Will felt like prey.
"Mike-" Will searched Mike's face, taking in his expression. He felt completely vulnerable, shaken, unable to make words form.
"I can satisfy your desire to have a baby," Mike put a hand on the small of Will's back, pulling him in close. "I can satisfy you in other ways too." Will could hardly breathe. This was all he ever wanted, but why was Mike doing this now? His eyes darted between Mike's, scared to accept what Mike was saying.
"You don't mean that." Will's chest felt tight. "You can't- Mike, you don't-" Will's eyes filled with tears. "Don't play with my feelings like this." Will tried to push Mike away, but he clung onto him tightly.
"I do mean it, Will. I want you- I thought... The way you've looked at me this week. I don't know how I always missed it. You want me too, I know you do." Will shook his head, the tears finally overflowing onto his face.
"This would ruin me, I could never go back. I could never-" Will met Mike's gaze; his eyes were intense, his face was flushed. Will had known Mike well enough to know when he was serious.
"I can't have you for one night and then watch you leave again." Wills voice broke.
"Then it doesn't have to be just one night." Mike was holding Will in his arms, cradling his body. "Be mine. Let me show you how much I want you. Let me give you a baby. We can...We can be a family." Will's body relaxed in his arms. They were staring into each other's eyes. Their silence full of unspoken words. Feelings that Will never expected to be reciprocated. Mike closed the gap first, pressing his lips against Will's softly, only for Will to melt into him, chasing his mouth with a desperate kiss. Will's whiskey glass slipped from his hand and fell to the ground, shattering.
Nothing mattered anymore.
The sky could crash down around them, and they wouldn't notice at all. Mike lifted Will up, wrapping Will's legs around him as he carried him back into the hotel room. He laid Will on the bed and kissed him like he had never been kissed before. A kiss that contained years of unspoken feelings, lingering touches, and stolen glances.
The only sounds in the room were Will's muffled sighs, the wet sounds of their mouths as they devoured each other. Will slipped off his suit jacket and threw it to the side. He and Mike pulled back, Mike unbuttoning Will's shirt and Will unbuttoning Mike's shirt with urgency. As if neither of them could stand another moment of being clothed.
Mike stood up and slipped off his dress pants. His cock was hard, pressed almost painfully against his boxers. It was huge; Will didn't need to see it directly to tell. Mike Wheeler had a giant cock. And he was going to fuck him with it.
"Let me suck your dick," Will said it without even thinking as he ogled. Mike laughed.
"You don't have to-" Will was not taking no for an answer.
"Sit down, Mike." Mike did as he was told, and Will planted himself in front of him, grabbing a pillow to put under his knees. They were both only in their socks and underwear at this point. Will pressed his face against Mike's clothed cock. His pheromones and scent hit Will, and he could feel warmth spread across his entire body, concentrating down inside him. "Let's see what's going on here." He pulled out Mike's cock, gazing up at it with a thrilled and erotic expression. He put a hand around the base, his fingers not meeting due to the impressive width. It was massive, and heavy in Wills hand. He was probably twice as thick as Daniel, and significantly harder.
"I haven't cum in over a week, so I'm a little pent up; go easy on me." He was leaking pre cum, and Will couldn't help but gawk at him. His knot was beginning to swell, making Mike even bigger.
"Mike...You have a giant dick." He blushed, looking both embarrassed and amused.
"Do you like it?" Will kissed the tip.
"Oh, I like it." Will worked his tongue across Mike's entire length, long wet licks that left Mike groaning. Will attempted to put as much of Mike's length in his mouth as he could. He bobbed his head, feeling slightly dizzy and entirely turned on. He tried to go deeper, gagging several times as Mike bottomed out in his throat.
"Fuck- Will..." The air was thick with the mix of their pheromones. Will could feel his entire body lighting on fire for Mike. He was going into heat. His need for Mike was so profound, that his body already knew what it wanted, and it wanted Mike. He continued to enthusiastically suck his dick. Will was getting better, figuring out what Mike liked and following his reactions. Soon, Mike had his hand firmly in Will's hair. He grabbed a handful and then pulled Will off his cock.
"You are going to make me cum, and I am not letting it go down your throat." Will looked at him with a cock drunk stare.
"I think...I think I'm in heat," Mike growled, pulling Will to his feet and kissing him deeply before pulling away to drag kisses down Will's neck.
"Perfect, now I'll really get you pregnant." Will lost himself in the moment. Mike's hands were all over him, grabbing and spreading Will's ass, his tongue running circles over his puffy nipples. Mike's scent, Mike's hands, his mouth exploring places Will had only dreamed of him touching. It was like life was suddenly in color after only seeing black and white.
Will didn't realize that physical intimacy could feel this good. This maddening.
"Mike," Will panted, the ache inside him begging for more of him.
"Lay on the bed." Mike's turn to be demanding, Will obeyed, lying on his back. "Lift your hips." Mike slipped his panties off, exposing the truth of Will's own arousal. He was unbearably hard, leaking slick more than he ever had before. Mike stared at Will for a moment, his gaze darkened. He pushed Will's thighs back, his voice not hiding his own blatant lust. "Oh god, Will- you are so wet." Mike looked ravenous, as if he was seeing the most delicious thing he'd ever seen. He buried his face into Will's ass, his tongue eager to taste all of him. "MM...Fuck"
Will's eyes rolled into the back of his head. Every touch seemed amplified. Mike's tongue was doing things to Will, and he was helpless to how good it felt. He pulled his mouth away, his fingers gently working Will open.
"Can you feel my fingers? Feel good?" Mike kissed Will's thighs. His fingers were long, skilled, and reached places Will had never experienced before. His hips bucked forward, as he let out desperate moans and whimpers. His fingers could never reach that far, and Daniel had never really tried.
"Ah- Yes-" Mike's fingers curled up, pressing against Will's sweet spot. "Yes! Mike...wait-"
Mike slipped in a third finger then put his mouth around Will's cock. Slurping it up in a sloppy wet blowjob, as he plunged his fingers in and out of Will. It didn't take long for Will to reach the edge of orgasm, his hips quivering.
"Feels good..." Will grabbed a handful of Mike's hair and tugged. "Mike, I'm gonna-" Will was slurring his words, losing all semblance of control. Mike pulled both his mouth and fingers away right before Will had met his pinnacle.
"Can't come yet, bunny. Not yet. I want you to feel good with my cock, not my fingers." Mike chuckled, kissing up Will's chest then smothering his face in wet kisses. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to Will's ear, his voice soft and low. Filled with desire and need.
"Will, I want you to have my baby." Will nodded, grabbing Mike's face so they were nose to nose.
"Then get me pregnant." Mike was panting; he moved to angle himself against Will's entrance. Mike put his hand flat against Will's stomach.
"I'm going to fill you up completely Will. I'm going to fuck my cum into you so deep there will be no way you wont get pregnant" Will looked at Mike; he wanted him. He wanted all of him.
"Fill me up, Mike." Mike rubbed his tip against Will.
"Yeah?" Will felt shameless; he pulled his legs back, cupping his hands under his knees, opening himself up completely for Mike.
"Don't make me wait, just fuck me." Mike pushed in slowly, his face focused on Will's in intense concentration.
"Let me know if it hurts." Will was extremely wet, and even with Mike's impressive size, it seemed to be going in easily. Will glanced down, already feeling so full, only to see that Mike was not even half of the way inside him. He let out a gasp as Mike pushed until his entire cock was buried inside, all the way to his knot. Mike put his hand over Will's stomach again, pressing down so Will could feel exactly how deep he was; his eyes rolled back. Even just putting it in was driving Will insane.
"I'm so deep, I can almost see where my dick is inside you."
Then Mike started to move. He was slow, gentle at first. He cupped Will's face, kissing him softly. Slow even strokes as he let Will get comfortable around him.
"This is even better than I imagined." Mike kissed Will again. "You are so beautiful." Will wrapped his arms around Mike's neck, pulling him into a deeper kiss. Will could feel the heat of Mike as he gently pumped into him. Each thrust made Will see stars. He gasped against Mike's mouth as he began to pick up his pace.
"Mike, you don't have to hold back. Give me everything." A look flashed across Mike's face, first concerned, then as if accepting the challenge, he started with quick, shallow strokes that hit Will's sweet spot with every thrust. Mike sat back, grabbing under Will's thighs and steadying him as he went deeper.
"Are you getting close? You are tightening up so much." Mike dug Will's legs back, pounding into his relentlessly. Every thrust hit Will's womb, as it dropped down ready to receive everything Mike had to offer.
"Mike-" Will couldn't control his voice; he cried out as each thrust drove him over the edge. "Mike- Mike, I'm gonna..."
"Yeah? Cum for me, Will. Cum for me." Mike didn't slow down; he pounded Will through his orgasm. He came all over his chest, his body quivering, but Mike did not relent. He plunged into him several more times, Will's eyes rolled back as he had one more intense orgasm.
"Mike-" With one more brutal thrust, Will felt as Mike came deep inside him. His dick stayed hard, and he flipped them around so Will was on top without taking his dick out. He dug his hands into Will's hips and gently thrust upwards.
"Can you keep going?" Will nodded, collapsing onto Mike's chest. He felt so full, so warm. His insides were throbbing around Mike's hard cock.
"Give me more, Mike, don't stop." Mike's hips stilled, his hard cock pushed all the way inside Will. He pulled Will into a kiss, a deep, passionate kiss that Will felt with his entire being. This was who he was meant to be with. There was no one else Will could ever love as much as he loved Mike.
Maybe it was cruel, or terrible, that Will felt no guilt about cheating on his husband. With Mike's body pressed against his, their two beings becoming one. This was what sex was meant to feel like.
Transcendent.
"Mike-" Will mumbled into his mouth. "I love you." Will could feel Mike grow harder inside him.
"Will..." He started thrusting up into Will intensely. "I love you." More thrusts, tears pouring down Will's face. He felt like he was floating. "I love you so much." Mike pulled Will against his chest, thrusting into him with piston-like thrusts. "Have my baby, Will; get pregnant and be mine."
"Yes, Mike." Will pushed his forehead to Mike's. "I love you, I've always loved you. Stay with me." Mike pushed Will's hair out of his face.
"I'm never letting you leave my side again." With every thrust, Mike moaned his feelings to Will.
"You're mine." Thrust
"All mine." Thrust
"My mate." Thrust
"My Will, Mine." Several more intense thrusts, Mike's knot burying itself inside Will as he came harder than he ever had before. Will was a drooling moaning mess on top of Mike, totally drunk on him.
"Mike, Mike, it feels so good. So good. I'm so full of you." Will lifted himself off Mike, raising his hips, unable to let this end yet. "Don't stop, more. Fill me up completely..." Mike shifted their positions so he was on top again. He pressed Will's legs back in a mating press and pushed his cock inside as deep as it would go. Will was overstimulated, unsure how many times he had come at that point.
Time had stopped, and the only thing that existed was the two of them.
Mike continued his aggressive and precise strokes, hitting Will's sweetest spots with each thrust. His rhythm was ferocious, beast-like. Pulling Will through wave after wave of pleasure.
"Will, can I bite you? Can I mark you?" Will nodded.
"Yes, yes, of course. I'm yours. I'm yours!I'm yours!I'm yours!" Mike dug his teeth into the nape of Will's neck. Will had never felt so euphoric. Something instantly changed, as if Will knew that this was meant to be. This was his person, his forever. They were entwined in body, mind, and soul.
That night, Will fell asleep with Mike inside him. Holding each other well into the next afternoon.
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Six months later.
Mike hated office days. He didn't have to go in often, but when he did, it was always the worst. He would spend the entirety of the day thinking about all that was waiting for him at home. When he was finally off, he swung by his favorite Thai food place and picked up his usual order. The same order that Mike had been getting for at least three weeks at this point. Mike rushed home, running a stop sign due to his own impatience.
He pulled up to the small two-story craftsman-style house, blue with white shutters. The roof and lawn were covered with a fresh skiff of late winter snow. Mike unlocked the door. Fleetwood Mac was playing softly from the back of the house.
Mike set down his things and dinner before walking down to the end of the hall. The small room was half painted a light yellow. Will was standing on a ladder, barefoot in a pair of oversized overalls. His baby bump was finally showing, making the wonderful truth undeniable. He was painting in long, even strokes on the wall.
"Bunny. Love. I asked you not to get on the ladder while I'm not home." Will turned around with a wide smile; Mike held out his hand and helped him off the ladder.
"I was bored... And it's almost done. I'm sorry I should have waited." Mike kissed him.
"I just want my babies to be safe." He leaned down, rubbing Will's belly affectionately.
"Your mom refuses to listen; don't be like him." Will puffed out his cheeks in mocking anger.
"If this baby comes out stubborn and unable to listen, it will most certainly be because of who her father is." Mike laughed, pulling Will into a warm embrace, showering his face with kisses.
"I'll love them even if they don't listen. And hopefully, they are like you and not me. I would prefer it that way." Will gazed up at Mike affectionately.
"They will be the most loved baby. Because they have parents who love each other very much." Mike pressed his forehead to Will's.
"The most loved. Maybe even as much as I love you."