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The trek to Mike’s bedroom was a long one to say the least.
They had to sneak around Mike’s dad, who was, as usual, asleep in his recliner.
Then on their way up the stairs they had to hide when Holly stepped out of her room to use the bathroom.
Not to mention Mike wouldn’t stop turning around to kiss him.
No- Mike wouldn’t stop turning around to shove his tongue down Will’s throat.
They had lost crucial time on the stairs when Mike pressed him into the banister. Will’s hand shoved up the back of Mike’s shirt as Mike cupped the back of his neck and kissed him so hard-so deep Will was convinced Mike was trying to eat him.
The only reason he hadn’t was because they had been interrupted by the sound of a door opening. But even then, crouched down low on the steps of Mike’s home, they had a hard time keeping away from each other. Like now that the line had been crossed they needed to make up for lost time. Which Will was more than okay with.
Mike’s hands never left him, whether he had a grip on Will’s wrist or a steady palm pressed against the small of his back. His lips continually found their way back to Will’s skin. His lips, his cheek, his neck. He had even kissed the top of Will’s hand before guiding him up the stairs once Holly was back in her room.
But the energy seemed to change once they were inside. They both felt it, as Will stepped into the middle of the room, watching Mike’s back as he quietly shut the door and turned the lock.
It was dark. Neither of them bothered to flick on the light. But when Mike turned around, in the dim light of the streetlamp shining in the window, Will felt all the air leave his lungs. His hands clenching and unclenching around the too long sleeves of his stolen sweater.
They were both silent. The only noise was Will’s own pulse thumping in his ears and the heavy pace of their breath. Mike’s eyes moved over his body and Will began to fidget under his gaze, even if he was doing the same. Mike still had a tent in his sweatpants. He watched Mike’s eyes land on the one in his own pajamas. Will sucked in a harsh breath.
Where did this leave them? Mike locked the door. Obviously, that meant he wanted to continue, right? So then why were neither of them moving.
They had been all over each other a few moments ago, when it was so easy for them to get caught. What was different now?
Were they both waiting for the other to move? To speak? To be the one that breaks that final stretch of tension filling the space between them and crosses the line they can’t come back from?
Will wasn’t sure he could be the one to do it.
He had waited this long already. He could wait longer. He would wait forever for Mike if that’s what it took. If Mike needed more time, Will would gladly give that to him. So long as he stayed in his life. That he didn’t leave, didn’t use this as an escape tactic to push Will and whatever feelings he may have for him away so he could pretend to himself and everyone around him that he was straight. That he was normal.
But did Mike even have feelings for him? Or was this purely physical? Will didn’t know if he could handle it if that’s all this was. Surely that would break him. But then again, maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe if it was just physical, this would this help get it out of his system. Maybe it would help Will finally move on, if Mike told him that’s all it was. If Mike didn’t love him back.
Maybe it would make it worse.
Will was so lost in his own impending and inevitable doom he didn’t notice when Mike began to step closer. Not fully closing the gap between them, just shortening it. His fingers tapping at his sides. Was he nervous?
“It’s my turn, right?”
Will couldn’t hold back the huff of disbelief that left him. He finally broke his gaze off him and looked out of the window instead.
“Are we still pretending this is just a game, Mike?” He missed the flash of hurt on Mike’s face.
“I thought we were having fun-“
“It was fun- is fun. But why are we still acting like a game is all this is when we both have- you kissed me through your whole house, Mike. You took me to your room.” It was like Will couldn’t stop once he started. Even if the last thing he wanted was to ruin this and not continue. He couldn’t. Not yet, not if he didn’t know what this was. What it meant.
“Will, you asked me to-“
“Yeah and you did it. I just -“ Will threw his hands up in exasperation and finally turned his eyes back on the taller man. Who had closed the gap between them even more when Will wasn’t looking. “Why?”
Mike’s brows lifted. His lips tightened. The twitching of his hands got worse and this time Will knew he was nervous. Maybe even scared.
“It was-the game mean- it was the only way I could do it. To do what I’ve wanted to do for months, Will. Maybe- maybe even years. I think since you became the sorcerer. Maybe since California- fuck - I don’t know- it took me so long to even understand what it was. What it meant. And then I just- when I finally did I was too scared to do anything about it.”
Will felt his throat tighten- around his heart, he was pretty sure- a shaky breath leaving his lips. The betrayal of tears in his eyes.
There was no way- no fucking way. This wasn’t real. It just wasn’t. It couldn’t be- nothing in his life was ever kind to him. Not when he was born with a scumbag for a father. Not as a kid when he was bullied and taken and used. Not as a teen- tortured and tormented and used again- made to see his worst fears- forced to come out and to spy and to suffer the most agonizing pain. Used his own feelings for Mike to try to uplift his sister's relationship with him even if it killed him to do it. Not even as an adult. He still got called zombie boy for fucks sake. Still suffered through homophobia and the disgust in people’s eyes when he went anywhere- had no luck finding romance or love or even touch - even when he forced himself to go to that gay bar in the city.
So there was no way what Mike had just said could be true, could it? Love wasn’t in the cards for Will Byers. Tonight was fun. Will would never forget it. Mike had left a permanent handprint on his heart already and tonight just seared it deeper. Made it a scar.
“W-Well I know I’ve wanted it for years. So if you still don’t. O-or if this is just- if this is just a fucking game- tell me. Tell me a-and I’ll go back to the basement. I’ll go to bed and wake up tomorrow and we can pretend this didn’t happen. I won’t tell anyone. I won’t out you, Mike-“ he regretted that last part, almost immediately. Yeah, he’d never do it but what if Mike hadn’t accepted that part of himself yet- what if he was straight and this was some fucked up experiment he thought he could try with his gay best friend.
“I kinda… destroyed your neck, Will. It’s gonna be hard to pretend this didn’t happen-“
“Oh fuck you-“ Will huffed, not quite angry but something close to it. Closer now that he was thinking of the hickeys on his neck that Mike left behind. Closer now that the fluttering came back everywhere inside of him because it was Mike who did that.
It was always Mike.
He shook his head when a traitorous tear fell, turning around so his back was to him as he quickly wiped it away. Not wanting Mike to see him cry over, well, him.
“I’m sorry…” Hands wrapped around Will’s midsection. Will sucked in a breath, air catching in his lungs as he felt lips press against his skin. A face tucking into the back of his neck. Mike’s body pressed solidly against his back as he hugged Will from behind.
“I was trying to be funny… I didn’t mean to upset you.” Will shuddered in his hold. His hot breath danced against his skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Goosebumps that Mike seemed to try and chase away from the back of his neck with kisses. Soft, confident, kisses. Like he was trying to protect him again. Like he had made up his mind. Like he knew what he wanted-
“I just want you to tell me the truth, Mike.” Will’s voice was merely a whisper. An ache settled in his chest as he stared at the wall in front of him. At the painting he had made for Mike all those years ago. How ironic.
“I know… I’m trying to, I swear, Will, I just… I’m not the best with words.”
Will couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of him. “You’re a writer, Mike.” He didn’t fight him when Mike gently started to turn him around. One of his hands moved up to cup Will’s jaw, while the other stayed on his hip, keeping him close.
“This is different.” Mike bumped their noses together. Wiped at the dampness under Will’s eye with his thumb.
“If I fuck up when I’m writing I can throw it away. Start over, no big deal. I can take however much time I need to get to the next scene or the next page. Fuck, I can even write a few pages ahead if I don’t know how to get where I want in the moment. But with you…” Mike looked at him, really looked at him, looked at him like he hung the stars and the moon- like he was everything good in the world. And to Mike? Maybe he was. Maybe… maybe Will could try to believe him. To trust him.
“With you… half the time I can’t think straight. I can’t pay attention to the world around me because you have all of it. The other half I just- keep fucking up. I’ve tried to tell you so many times, Will. When we go to the lake, when we have lunch in between our classes, when the party leaves and it’s just us- when we share my bed- I just… I’ve been so fucking scared. I don’t want to screw this up and I’ve already taken too much time- it’s been so long and all I ever want to do every time I see you is to just tell you-“
“Tell me what, Mike…?”
“That I love you.”
Will gasped, in the quiet of Mike’s childhood bedroom the sound was loud. Deafening. His mouth hung open, brows knitted and eyes wide as he looked up at him. He felt his blood rush to his ears. Pulse beating so loud Will thought it possible for Mike to hear. He let out a shuddering breath as more tears fell, but Mike spoke again before Will had the chance.
“Is it weird to say that you're really pretty when you cry?” Mike was smiling now, big and cheeky and bittersweet. It grew when a wet, bubbly laugh left Will’s lips. Their noses brushed again.
“Say it again.”
“That you’re pretty when you cry?” This time Mike laughed, but there was something else to it . Will could tell he was scared. Scared because Will hadn’t said it back.
“No, the other thing.” Will’s hands moved, finally reaching to touch the taller man in front of him. As his hand slid around to rest on the back of Mike’s neck, fingers pressing into his curls, the other found its way to his chest. Fisting lightly in the fabric of his shirt.
Mike’s face softened. He wiped Will’s tears again, both hands now cupping the shorter man’s face.
“I love you, Will Byers. I’m so sorry it took me so lo-“
Will shut him up with a kiss. Pushing himself up on his tip toes to seal their lips together, a fire raging through his body at the admission. His hand tightened in Mike’s hair, pulling him down to meet him and breaking away for only a moment, “I love you too, Mike Wheeler.”
When he kissed him again he could feel Mike’s smile against his lips. Could hear the love in the moan that followed and feel it in the way he cupped his face. And for the very first time in his life he truly believed that he could fall in love. He could because he already had, hadn’t he?
He had to remind himself to tell his mom she was right.
Not right now though. Right now he was busy and he needed to stop thinking about his fucking mom.
Will kissed him harder, taking Mike’s bottom lip between his teeth and tugging gently. Reveling in the noise that followed, sighing his own in response as he started to back Mike up. Pressing against his chest till Mike’s calves hit the bed. Will slid his tongue along the edge of Mike’s teeth, not bothering to give him any warning before he shoved him back. Their lips separated with a loud wet smack before Mike fell back against the bed. Catching himself on his elbows and looking up at Will with awe and something much less innocent.
“I think you were right, by the way.” Will spoke between heavy breaths. Eyes half lidded as he let them trail over the man beneath him. His brow flicked in interest at the way his chest heaved with each breath. At the tent reforming in his sweatpants. His tongue peaked out to wet his lips before he locked his eyes with Mike's.
It was cute, the way the taller man sputtered, brows knitting in confusion. “A-about what?”
“It’s your turn, paladin.”
Will watched with amusement as Mike’s eyes widened, blood rushing to his face. Flustering the other so much the red even reached the tips of his ears.
Oh he could work with this.
Now that they had both crossed that big scary three worded line, Will wanted to have fun with this. With him. And even if he had never done this before, it wasn’t like he didn’t have years of dreams and fantasies to encourage him.
“Well? I’m waiting. Or are you too chicken?” Will crossed his arms and cocked his head, a playful smile on his lips as stepped closer, knees pressing against the bed between Mike’s own.
Mike blinked a few times. Swallowed. His eyes trailed over Will as his hands fisted in the comforter beneath him. “Take your shirt off.”
Will hummed. He made a show of considering it before he shook his head and tsked. “No. See that’s not how we were playing before, was it? You wanted to switch it up, right? So on your turn you have to do something.” It was hard to believe a few minutes ago he was fucking crying. “Make your move, Wheeler. Or I win.” This was so much more fun.
He watched as Mike began to move, pressing himself to sit up and scooting to the edge of the bed so when he looked up at Will his chin was nearly brushing against the sweater.
Will decided he liked the way Mike looked like this. Gazing up at him like he was something to be worshiped.
He sucked in a slow breath, lips parting and arms uncrossing when Mike’s hands began to slide over his hips. Mike looked away for a moment, watching with bated breath when he began to lift both the sweater and the t-shirt Will had on underneath. A heat began to rebuild in the pit of his stomach as cool air brushed the expanse of skin beneath his belly button.
Mike’s hand tightened on his hip, while the other continued to hold the offending fabric out of the way. His head tilted back up just enough, so when he leaned in, their eyes could lock together again. Will bit his lip, watching as he pressed the flat of his tongue right above the waistline of Will’s pajamas.
Will gasped, lips falling open and helpless to do anything but watch as Mike slid his tongue higher, over the light strip of hair that led to his belly button. Arousal built within him again, unable to distract himself from the fact that Mike’s face- his mouth- was right there. Nor from the fact that he now knew exactly what Mike’s tongue felt like on his skin and it was so much better than he had ever imagined.
“Your turn, sorcerer.”
Will shuddered.
A part of him wanted to use his turn to do just what Mike wanted, to take the -clearly in the way- fabric off and toss it somewhere to be forgotten about. But it was Mike’s sweater. Therefore, Mike should have to take it off him.
Will began to shift, one leg moving to the other side of Mike’s, while the other bent at the knee and rested on the bed between Mike’s thighs. Then he slid forward. Slowly, eyes never leaving Mike’s. Not stopping until Mike had to lean back to avoid his chin pressing painfully into Will’s lower abdomen, and his knee was pressed firmly against the bulge Mike was sporting.
He watched Mike fight back the noise in his throat. Watched as his lips tightened and brows flexed as he tried not to react.
Will smirked. Cocked his head to the side. Leaned in.
“Go on.”
He had never felt more alive.
When Mike’s mouth opened his breaths were short. Broken and shaky and Will hadn’t done anything yet. Not really. It sent shivers down Will’s spine how much control he had over him. How had he not realized this before? They could have been doing this for how long? Wasted time- he’d be damned if they didn’t make up for it.
Mike’s hand clenched in his sweater, pulling Will down till their lips slammed together. It was harsh- rough- teeth knocking together- fuck- he could taste blood and he didn’t know whose and he didn’t fucking care.
Will’s hand forced itself into Mike’s hair, grabbing a handful and pulling till Mike’s back hit the bed and Will had to catch himself with a hand next to his head to avoid fully collapsing on him. He swallowed down the others' moan. Chasing the sound with his tongue and responding with fervor when Mike grabbed his hips and pulled him down against his own, rocking against him till they were both singing praises.
When Will broke the kiss a trail of saliva hung between them. He caught it with his tongue before diving back in, only this time it wasn’t to his lips.
He pressed hot, open mouthed kisses along Mike’s jaw. Using the hand still in his hair to roughly pull his head to the side in search of his goal. The moment he felt the rapid pace of Mike’s pulse beneath his tongue he opened his mouth wider and latched on. Moaning against his skin as he nipped and sucked in hopes of turning Mike’s neck into one of his paintings.
His hand slipped out of Mike’s hair, slowly slipping down to find the hem of his shirt before pushing underneath, feeling at his soft, warm skin as his lips trailed lower. His tongue slid over his collarbone, kissing it before he left another mark behind.
Mike was a mess beneath him. Moaning and whimpering and rocking against him like his life depended on it. His hands moved from Will’s hips. Grabbing again at the bottom of the sweater and tugging on it.
“Off- t-take them off, Will, please.”
Will soothed the bruise he just left behind with his tongue and smirked, leaning back enough so their noses bumped against each other. “You do it.”
Well, he didn’t need to be told twice apparently.
Mike pulled both the sweater and the t-shirt up in one go. Helping Will get it off his arms and from around his head before tossing them somewhere to the floor. But before Will let him get the chance to look at him, he sat back and started pulling Mike’s off too, which he obliged.
Both topless and panting the two stared at each other. Mike looked wrecked. Flushed down to his chest and hickeys covering his neck. His curls were sticking out at all angles, lips swollen and shiny with spit. Will’s spit.
Will tried not to think about the repercussions of them both being covered in hickeys in the morning. But fuck Mike looked pretty- Will wasn’t sure he had ever been prouder of his artwork.
He was about to say something. About to compliment him, but he didn’t get the chance before Mike was flipping them over. Will’s back landing on the bed with a soft ‘oof’ and the bed squeaking loudly beneath them.
They froze.
Well, Will did, Mike didn’t seem to really care. And he showed it by latching onto Will’s collarbone like a fucking leech. His knee slotted between Will’s thighs and pressing so hard it had him seeing stars.
The moan that erupted from his lips was loud, punched out and desperate till he muffled it by slamming a hand over his mouth. Mike laughed.
He fucking laughed.
Lips trailed up his neck, pressing kisses to the bruises that he had left behind when this was all still just a game- if it ever really was.
“As pretty as you sound, babe, you really gotta be quiet..” Mike whispered. Words ghosting along his skin before he pressed a kiss to Will’s fingers where they rested over his mouth.
Will’s brain was short circuiting.
Babe.
He blinked, removing his hand from his mouth to breathe out, “b-babe?”
Mike Wheeler just called him babe.
Mike’s eyes widened, he leaned back a bit, weight resting against the bed by Will’s head. “Yeah I- is that- is that okay? I-I mean I figured we- you know we said- what we said- so I figured we’re like- I mean we didn’t say it- but I thought wewerelikedatingnow- fuck- should I- I should have asked-“ It was crazy how Mike could go off into such a nervous ramble when his knee was still pressed against Will’s dick.
Will snorted, biting his lip as he moved a hand up to Mike’s jaw. His thumb pressing against his lips to shut him up as his heart swelled with love for this stupid ridiculous man.
“It’s okay, Mike… I’d like that… if we were… you know… boyfriends.”
“Yeah..?” Mike’s eyes lit up, a dopey smile spreading across his face.
“Yeah, babe.” Will teased, biting his tongue at him playfully. Laughing when Mike’s face turned an impossible shade of red.
“Hey- you don’t have to make fun of me if you don’t like it. I-I mean there’s plenty of things I could call you, it doesn’t have to be-“
“Mike, I like it. You just caught me off guard, that’s all.” He smoothed the worry lines on Mike’s forehead with his thumb. Then slid his hand up and through Mike’s hair, pushing it out of his face so he could really see him. Will was glad he lost the side part though, even if it had shown more of his face- even now, so much time had passed and Mike was still embarrassed looking at his graduation photos.
“Oh… cool.”
“Cool.”
Will got an idea then, a dirty, filthy idea that he would have shoved down before tonight. Pushed away till just looking at Mike-till just being in the same room as him made him ache.
“You know I could…” Will’s hand fell from Mike’s hair, he glanced between them. His tongue wetting his lips at the pale expanse of gorgeous skin above him, before a shuddered sigh of nerves and relief and arousal escaped him. His hands moved again, one coming up to wrap gently around the wrist beside his head. His other hand reached between them, his finger beginning a slow trail down Mike’s torso as he began to speak, “prove it to you… Show you how much I like it…”
Will strained his neck to lean up, ghosting his lips across Mike’s, smiling to himself when Mike chased him as he pulled away. The other man’s brows twitched. Will moved so this time his lips brushed his ear. “I just need you to do something for me.”
Mike groaned, pressed Will against the mattress as he caught his lips with his own. A particularly hard grind of his hips had Will trembling and gasping into his mouth. “Anything.”
Will let his fingers tease along the waist of Mike’s sweatpants. Eager to tell him what he wanted, but also eager to touch. “First. I need you to tell me if this is okay.” He bumped their noses together. Tucked his fingers further behind Mike’s waistband so Mike knew what he meant. Watched his eyes for any sign of doubt. But all he found was the same hunger- the same pure, unadulterated need and love that Will knew was mirrored in his own.
“Please-“ Mike whined, pressed his face into Will’s neck. Will pressed a kiss into his curls.
“I need you to say it.” His breath hitched when Mike pressed against him again, like he was trying to encourage him to touch him back without having to vocalize it. “Mike.”
“Yes- y-yes - please just touch me already-“
Will tutted at him, interrupting Mike’s begging- which killed him to do. His hand moved off Mike’s wrist, pressing into the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him back. His grip was probably more forceful than necessary but Will needed to look at him when he touched him. And the quiet groan Mike let out was more than enough confirmation that he didn’t mind.
“I haven’t even told you what I need you to do before I prove it to you… a little patience never hurt anyone, Michael.” Will had all four fingers hooked in his sweats now, two of them had even pushed into his boxers and he could feel the length of him against his hip. Feel the heat radiating off of him. Will felt drunk on it, it made him feel powerful- how wrecked Mike was when Will hadn’t touched him yet.
“Sure feels like it does-“
Will grabbed onto his waistband and pulled him against him, forcing Mike’s very hard dick against his hip. Still not touching him, but teasing him- playing with him since he wanted to be a brat.
“Fuck- baby-“ Will smiled at the pet name being whined from Mike’s lips, his hand soothing where he had been harshly tugging his hair to keep his head back. “Please- please tell me- tell me what it is, t-tell me what it is and I’ll do it-“
Will waited a moment to respond. Finally letting his hand finish sliding beneath the two layers of fabric. Finally letting his hand wrap around the thing he had dreamed about- fantasized about- fucking touched himself to the thought of. His brows twitched, mouth watering and falling open as he let out a heavy breath. Hearts in his eyes as he watched Mike crumble above him.
Will was making him feel so good his fucking elbow almost gave out. Mike almost collapsed on top of him because the pleasure was just too overwhelming and Will hadn’t even moved.
“There you go, sweetheart… I just wanted to hear you say it again.” He knew the look Mike gave him was supposed to say ‘are you serious?’ But all Will saw was ‘please don’t stop-‘
Will stroked him one, twice, memorized the shape. The feel- the weight of him in his hand. Mike was big. Bigger than Will’s- at least in length- and God, Will wanted nothing more than to look at it- to get down on his knees and worship it. Worship him.
But he couldn’t stop watching. Taking in the way Mike’s brows knitted as his eyes pinched shut and mouth fell open. The way he fought to keep quiet- at least quiet enough.
Will’s hand fisted in his hair again, holding him up when Mike tried to bury his face in Will’s neck. Tried to hide when his hips started moving so he could fuck into Will’s hand.
Will was about 99% sure he had died and gone to heaven.
Something he was 100% sure about though, was that he was close. As in- he was going to cum just from this. From Mike’s sounds and his face and the feeling of his fucking cock-
He wasn’t even sure if the small amount of friction he was getting from Mike’s hips shifting his thigh against him had anything to do with it. It probably did- it definitely did- but Will wasn’t even focused on that- just on Mike.
Always on Mike.
He needed a better angle.
Will pulled his hand out of Mike’s boxers and let go of his hair. Trembling at the too loud whine Mike cried out from the loss of attention. He pushed up into him, slamming into a kiss and flipping them over so he could straddle Mike. A knee on either side of his waist. An embarrassing noise got stifled as he sucked on Mike’s lip, hips trembling above him when their dicks pressed together behind the too many layers of fabric.
Mike’s hands shot to his hips, pressing Will down against him harder, urging him to move. To rock against him-something. “Baby-“ Mike gasped as Will pulled away, a hand on his chest to push himself up. Fully sitting on him now, he trailed the nails of his left hand down Mike’s chest while he brought his right to his mouth. Licking over his palm and whimpering because it tasted like him-
He kept their eyes locked the whole time. Letting spit drip his lips into his palm to coat it. To make it better for him. Will had to bite his lip to keep from moaning when Mike bucked up against him. Will’s legs shook when he returned the favor, rolling his hips down to meet him.
“Fuck- Will-that’s so hot-you’re- baby - you’re gorgeous-“
Will smiled- damn near bursting with happiness. He made a show of looking Mike up and down. Licking his lips as his left hand tugged at Mike’s waistband. “You’re one to talk.”
Will slipped his right hand back behind the offending layers. Tugging down the fabric with his left enough to see the dark patch of hair begin to get larger, but from this angle not much else.
When he wrapped his hand around him again, Mike sucked in a harsh breath, bucking up into his hand, hands tightening on Will’s hips hard enough to bruise. The slick, wet sound of him jerking Mike off filled the room and made Will’s tongue go numb.
“Babe- baby- fuck-“
Okay now it was his whole head- fuck he had never been so hard his ears started to ring, but he guess there was a first time for everything.
“Yes, Mike-?“ His own voice cut him off when Mike began to palm at him through his pajamas. A whine erupting from deep within as he fell forward and caught himself on Mike’s chest. His hand on Mike’s dick stuttered, his thumb rubbed over the head, smearing the precum gathered there in an attempt to stay in control.
Mike groaned, hips bucking up and head falling back against the bed. Will took his opportunity. His mouth found his neck, not looking to make anymore marks- just to kiss- to taste- as he quickened the movement of his wrist and started grinding his hips against Mike’s hand.
Will licked a trail up his neck, nipping at his earlobe and pressing hot open mouthed kisses beneath it. “Mike -“
“Fuck- baby-I’m -“
“Mike, please-“ Will whined and began nodding to encourage him. Quick and desperate for it as he kissed him again, hand squeezing around Mike’s cock when he felt the man beneath him begin to stutter and get more broken in his movements. Will worked him through it. Moaning when he felt the wet spot form beneath him and into his hand- he didn’t even care that Mike had stopped palming at him in favor of clenching his thigh- the sheets- his back- anything- as he lost himself in pleasure.
When Mike’s body began to turn to jelly, Will slid his hand out from between them, scooting up just slightly to chase his own orgasm against Mike’s softening bulge. Any embarrassment or shame a deep part of his mind tried to succumb to quickly depleted as it was overtaken instead by pure unadulterated pleasure. Especially once Mike had wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him close as his free hand grabbed at Will’s ass to encourage him.
Will buried his face in Mike’s neck. “I got you- I got you, baby-“ Mike’s voice was but a breath between them. Broken up by his own whimpers of overstimulation. “Come on, cum for me, princess- I’ve got you-“
Princess?
Will’s mind went blank, jaw clenching as he tried to hold back his moans- tried to be as quiet as possible as lightning shot through his core- as his whole body went up in flames. He couldn’t breathe- he couldn’t think- he couldn’t even move- that was just Mike- Mike using the grip on his ass to help work Will through it as Will became a pile of -fuck-
Princess?
They held each other as they came down from their high. Both of Mike’s arms now wrapped around Will’s waist, hugging him close like he wasn’t already fully laying on top of him. Will was still buried in Mike’s shoulder, nosing at his neck as he tried to catch his breath. They stayed like that for a while, soaking each other in until the morning sun had begun to peek into the window and their bones weren’t quite so jellied.
Eventually, Mike began to soothe his hand over Will’s back, pressing a soft kiss to his temple like he was trying to see if he was even still awake. “You okay..?”
Okay? Was he okay? Will was better than okay- worlds better- he was happy- he was safe- he was loved.
He just couldn’t stop thinking about how Mike Wheeler called him princess. He called him princess and Will quite literally creamed his pants about it.
“You called me, princess.” He spoke into Mike’s neck, voice muffled, face red hot with embarrassment like he hadn’t just seen the way Mike’s face looks when he comes apart.
The hand on Will’s back stilled. “I- I’m sorry I didn’t mean anything by it. I just- it just slipped out- p-prince didn’t sound right and-“ he stopped when Will started to laugh. He could feel the confused look on Mike’s face.
“I’m not upset, Mike.”
“Oh… then… then what?”
“I’m embarrassed.” Will admitted, tucking himself deeper into Mike’s neck when his hand started to move again.
“Embarrassed? Why?”
Will made a little noise like he didn’t want to explain, but when Mike pleaded with a “come on, talk to me.” Breathed against his hair, Will conceded, still unable to say no to Michael Wheeler.
“I liked it. Y-you said it and I came, Mike- T-that’s how much I liked it.” Will was humiliated.
“Good. Then I’ll keep saying it.” Oh. Maybe Will wasn’t humiliated. “I liked it too… I mean it fits, you know? You-you’re pretty. You’re pretty like a princess and you have gentle hands and you’re so nice and kind to everyone even if they don’t deserve it. I just feel like- like if you were, you know, I gladly be your knight-“
Will leaned up, finally freeing his face from the safety of the crook of Mike’s shoulder. Cheeks pink and a smile spread across his lips. The fluttering in his heart was back, only this time he didn’t try to shove it away. This time he embraced it. And he knew from then on he always would.
“My paladin.”
Mike smiled up at him, a bit breathless himself. “Yeah. Your paladin.”
Will snorted when he laughed and leaned down to kiss him sweetly. “You’re so cheesy.”
“Yeah, I am. You love it though.”
“Mm… yeah. I do.”
——
A few moments later, after the two had gotten cleaned up and were now curled up together under Mike’s comforter. Having since changed into clean pairs of Mike’s boxers, Mike spoke up. “Wait so who won?”
Will snorted, his breath dancing across Mike’s chest from his spot tucked up beneath his arm.
“I think we both did.”