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With the apocalypse came; death, injury, and a general sense of terror that pressed so tightly down on them all in its suffocating grip. The swiftly deteriorating hygiene of some of the inhabitants in the cramped accommodations made things exponentially harder.
Regardless, Will would have managed being terrified and the only one that still seemed to care about cleaning himself, if it wasn’t for the actual problem the apocalypse brings him.
The total and utter lack of privacy.
It affected all of them to a degree, but Will found it hard to feel sorry for the ones that were coupled up with their own rooms. His Mom and Hop for instance had no leg to stand on with their private room all to themselves.
Even Jonathan and Nancy, who despite being in a room with Steve and Robin, had a privacy curtain and were still partaking in couple activities. Will, along with the many other inhabitants, all at some point having overheard them.
Will was stuck in a room with three sweaty, messy, and, smelly teenage boys; who he felt like he had to remind to wash their own balls. It was gross. They were so disgusting he almost wished he could be bunking with Max, El, and Erica. Their room smelt so much nicer. He would find himself hiding in there sometimes to escape the putrid smell of his own.
If there was anything that would convince Will to not be attracted to boys, it would be that. It doesn’t so he resigned himself to not inhaling when he’s stuck in there.
Even worse than the smell and general uncleanliness of his surroundings, were the sleeping arrangements. He’s still confused how he ended up sharing the double bed with Mike, while Dustin and Lucas were on the bunk beds.
It felt extremely unfair.
They weren’t the ones who had to watch everything they did. They weren’t the ones who were having steamy dreams and then being woken up by the star of said dream. They weren’t the ones who had to press themselves tightly to the cold wall to avoid touching Mikes bare skin as he slept beside him in only boxers. Those damn boxers.
It wasn’t fair.
Even when the group was split up on different night watch’s, Will wasn’t going to borrow either of their beds. Did he mention he had to tell them to wash their junk! He doesn’t want to imagine what their sheets smell like up close and personal.
He already had to deal with Mikes musk all over their bed and him. He felt like he always smelt like Mike now. Sometimes it wasn’t so bad, almost comforting to get a whiff of the other teen, but even though Will loves him he’s not love blind enough to not recognise-
Mike is also a smelly teenager.
The other problem that comes with being a teenager, was even worse-
Will was horny.
All the time.
There was a lot of downtime it turned out, at the end of the world, and Will was sharing a house with several handsome boys and men. It was hard not to look at and appreciate that. It would take a stronger person than Will to not ogle when Steve comes out of the shower with only a tiny hand towel wrapped around his waist as he forgot to bring in a bath towel,
again.
Will barely managed to restrain his embarrassing squeak when Steve walked past him still dripping water down his toned chest. He was not as successful with hiding his blush and his subtlety was destroyed with the way he blatantly tracked as Steve crossed the room to his bedroom.
He had to carefully position his arms to make sure no one spotted the reaction Will was having. He couldn’t even escape to take care of it. Opportunities for masturbation being rare. He couldn’t even get away with doing it in the shower as they were restricted to barely five minutes a piece and Will was doing everything in his power to not contribute to the rancid smell.
He took advantage of the time limit to actually clean himself.
Maybe he’s angier about the smell than he will admit.
Or it’s the frustration at not being able to get off that’s getting to him. He missed his bedroom. He missed being able to take twenty-minute showers. He missed his privacy. He missed jerking off.
He missed not being terrified he was going to wake up having spilled over himself and Mike due to not cleaning out the pipes. His unconscious brain is nowhere near as restrained as his conscious one.
He knew the others were struggling with it as well. Lucas and Max were constantly getting caught trying to sneak off alone and getting scolded. Will thought it was a little unfair, considering it’s the end of the world, why not let them go off and have fun?
He’s pretty sure the boys were using their shower time to take care of things, they certainly weren't washing, but that doesn’t mean he hadn't been woken up to muffled moans and the creaking of bedspring's as they try to take care of themselves quietly.
Will really tried not to listen, when he realised what was happening and frooze unwilling to expose that he was awake. He’s not even into Lucas or Dustin so he’s not being creepy. He just couldn't control his body’s reactions to breathy masculine moans.
His dick pressed insistently into the bed as he restrained himself from humping against it as he heard the creaking of the bed across the room. It was practically a live porn show and Will has very vivid images of all his friends in various states of undress.
Lucas, especially, was prone to wandering around their shared room with no shirt on. Evidently proud of the ample muscle that had developed over the years. Will wanted to lick down his chest, sometimes.
Even Dustin, who wasn't Will’s type, piqued Will’s interest when he pleasured himself. Particularly since he got a glimpse of his surprisingly girthy cock.
The worst of it though, obviously, was Mike.
Will heard him the most. Sharing a bed meant that every single time Mike tried to sneakily take care of himself, he inevitably made enough movement that the vibrations woke Will up. Who must lie there staring at the wall he practically he hugged every night, in a mixture of arousal and utter despair!
It wasn’t fair.
He wondered if any of them had woken up to it too or if Will was just an extremely light sleeper. He hadn't dared do it himself. He felt guilty enough accidentally listening to his friends do it. He couldn’t partake when he would be thinking about the boy beside him when he does.
It felt like a violation.
He doesn’t consciously mean to think about him, it’s just his mind goes there when he’s lost in pleasure. He couldn’t risk playing with himself and accidently moaning Mikes name. Any name he moaned would fuck up his life because it would be male and his friends still didn't know.
He still hadn’t told them.
He doesn’t think it’s the best time to drop that news seeing as they were living on top of one another. He really doesn’t want to be the one to upset the balance they’ve managed to cultivate. Have his friends second-guess everything he does, have Mike second-guess everything. He doesn’t want them to be uncomfortable in their own room.
Though, if it meant he could stay with the girls maybe it would be worth it. He could escape the smell at least.
It was all of this that led Will to the situation he was in now.
Dustin and Lucas were on night watch so it’s just him and Mike in the room. Having fallen asleep early, both tired from the supply run they were on earlier today, Will passed out as soon as his head hit the pillow only to be woken up a couple of hours later to pressure on his ass.
It took a moment to orientate himself. Used to waking up to noise and vibration but not touch. He was pressed up tight to the wall like usual, which usually gave him inches of space between himself and Mike. But not right now.
Because Mike had scootched across the bed and was spooning Will from behind. His bare chest pressed alongside Wills exposed back, one arm slung over his waist as he mumbled into the back of his head.
Will’s about to ask Mike what was going on when he felt it. The consistent thrusting of Mike’s hips against the swell of his bum. His words die in his mouth as he registered that Mike was asleep. Soft moans spilled from his lips and the hard pressure of his dick stuttered against Will.
His own moan slipped out uncontrollably at the sensation. He immediately bit down hard on his lip drawing blood to stifle himself.
This was bad.
Will needed to escape. It was one thing to be forced to hear Mike jerk off, it was a whole other thing for Mike to use his ass to cum. He couldn’t move though, the wall at his front and Mike on his back, he was trapped.
If he moved Mike, he would wake up. Will doesn’t think he could get through the embarrassment at that. Even though it’s Mike humping him, it felt like he was violating him. Probably because he was enjoying it.
Will was frozen unsure on how to proceed. Should he wake him, take the inevitable humiliation, so that Mike doesn’t rub himself off on a boy, like Will knew he wouldn’t want to do awake?
His own dick was already standing at attention, tenting out his pyjama bottoms, and Will struggled to not slip a hand down them. He couldn’t help it. The weight of Mike on his back, the pressure against his ass, it’s better than Will ever imagined it would be.
Did he mention he was so horny!
Maybe just this once?
Mike would be humiliated if Will woke him up. He also doesn’t want to hear the inevitable denials of being queer Mike would shout at him. Mike’s probably horny as well so it would be kind to let him get it out of his system and it’s not like Dustin or Lucas were here to catch him.
Will physically couldn't get out without waking him, so he’s just got to stay still. Let Mike use his body to get rid of a biological function. Try to not enjoy it too much he thought helplessly as his own hips started responding to Mike’s thrusts.
Just this once Will thought uncontrollably as he snaked his arm down to his throbbing cock, lightly palming over the material as Mike humped him, breathing heavily directly into Will’s ear.
Mike was only wearing his thin boxers and it would be so easy for Will to pull down the back of his pyjamas to get a closer feel of him. The hard outline of Mikes dick poked insistently on his bum, and if Will lifted his leg slightly, he was sure it would slip into the crease between his ass cheeks.
He’s already moved his leg as he thought it, immediately chastising himself when Mike’s cock does start rubbing in the passage Will has created. The material stretched tautly, and Will shivered at the sensation, stroking his clothed cock as fast as he could without shaking the bed. He matched the rhythm Mike had set as best he could, revelling in the sensation of the hard cock rubbing against his taint.
Mikes pants were getting rougher, and Will felt goosebumps erupt down his neck from the spot where Mike exhaled. It’s too much. The sound of Mike in his ear, the feel of him on his ass, his own ministrations on his dick. The fact that this was happening with Mike.
Will was about to cum muffling his own moans desperately when Mike’s hips started stuttering uncontrollably and he let out a deep sigh directly on top of Will, before inhaling deeply. Will froze with his hand still on his dick, his leg hovered slightly in the air, and hoped Mike would turn over back to his side of the bed in a deep sleep. Leaving Will to finish himself off.
Instead, he got the worst-case scenario- “Will?” Mike’s voice was groggy with sleep, “What-“ He must register the position they are in as he immediately scooted to the far side of the bed, nearly toppling off the edge in his haste. "What,"
Will dropped his leg and stared at the wall in despair, working up the courage to turn over and face Mike. His hand remained on his obvious erection, which he tried to subtly hide with the duvet as he sat up. Eventually he twisted around to look at Mike hoping the guilt wasn’t too prominent on his face.
He couldn’t believe he just-
“I am so sorry, Will-“ Mike said, horrified.
What?
Mike was self-consciously hunched, tentatively balanced on the edge, staring at him with terrified eyes.
“Huh?” Will struggled to clear his mind through the haze of arousal clinging to him as he regarded Mike, “What?”
Why was Mike sorry? Will was the one taking advantage of- unless he hadn't realized what Will was doing-
“This is so embarrassing!” Mike buried his face in his hands, the bright red on his forehead shined through his fingers.
Honestly, this couldn’t have ended better for Will if Mike hadn't worked it out, he fidgeted with the duvet making sure it was still concealing his hard dick.
“Umm, it’s okay,” Will comforted him, “You know, um, it happens-“
Mike whined into his hands at that, and look Will felt sorry that Mike was embarrassed but he was not going to throw himself under the bus to spare him. It was Mikes fault they were in this position in the first place, if he just stayed on his side of the bed-
“-‘m sorry, man”
“Seriously, it’s okay.” Will assured him, more than okay. Will had been having the time of his life. He hoped he could recall the sensation when he eventually found time to masturbate.
“No, it’s not.” Mike looked up at him despair in his eyes, “I know you’re not, like, into that stuff-“
Huh?
“-can’t believe I’d do that to you of all people-“
What? Was this because he’s gay? Does Mike know he’s gay? Since when? Why hadn't he said anything? Why was he still sharing a bed-
“What are you talking about?” Will asked, involuntarily.
Mike winced, his hand spasming as he motioned to Will, “You know,”
“Know what?” Will felt the sweat start forming on his top lip. Were they really going to have this conversation now? When Mike’s boxers are full of cum, and Will still had an erection.
“Urgh,” Mike groaned, fidgeting with his long fingers nervously “You know… you’re not into…” He dropped his voice to a whisper, “Sex and stuff.”
What?
“Yes, I am,” Will responded before he considered what a blessing that assumption could have been for him.
Mike does a full double-take at those words, looking at him incredulously “No you’re not!”
Will must make a face at that as Mike immediately started defending himself, “You’ve never been into- Jesus Will you never talk about that stuff with us and then you’re the only one who doesn’t-“ Mike cleared his throat awkwardly, “You don’t, you know.” He made a jerking motion with his hand.
Will is immediately captivated by just imagining Mike doing that to his actual dick, “Yes I do” He rebutted again without thinking.
Why couldn't he just take the win?
“You do?” Mike said, shocked before a frown settled in on his features, “When? I’ve been woken up by Lucas and Dustin more times than I can count but I’ve never heard you Will, and we share a bed-”
“I don’t do it in the bed!” He squeaked going bright red. He couldn't believe he was talking about this with Mike.
Mike’s frown deepened, “Where else is there?”
Yeah, Mike, where else is there? It’s been driving Will crazy.
“Umm,” Will struggled to answer,
Mike interrupted, jealously “Have you got a secret jerk off spot?”
“No,” Will denied, hands waving uselessly, “I guess I haven’t been-“
“Aren’t you backed up?” Mike asked, curiosity dancing in his eyes as he examined him.
Will shrugged. He couldn't exactly deny that. It’s what drove him to take advantage of his best friend.
“Why don’t you just do it in bed like the rest of us,” Mike said, gesturing to the beds.
Will shook his head, “It’s weird-“
“Nah, man” Mike waved his concerns away, “We’re all in the same boat. Needs must and all. No one will say anything.” He assured him.
“I know,” Will chewed his lip as he considered Mike, “I didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable-“
“Dude, relax” Mike grinned at him, “We’re all boys. We get it. It’s the apocalypse don’t deny yourself orgasms on top of that!”
Will smiled tentatively back, “Did you seriously think I don’t like jerking off?” the idea preposterous to him as Wills been obsessed since he first touched his dick at twelve.
Mike shrugged, “You literally never talk about girls you’re attracted to.”
Oh, yeah.
Will should not have pried down this particular rabbit hole. He awkwardly laughed off Mike’s comment, turning his attention to the dark empty room around him. He felt Mike get off the bed and start rummaging in the paltry set of drawers they all share.
He studiously avoided watching Mike clean himself up with a wet wipe and new boxers. Once again, did Will mention how gross all the boys are? He soon clambered back onto the bed with a sheepish smile.
“Sorry, again.” Mike muttered as he slipped under the duvet, “Obviously I haven’t been cleaning the pipes enough, either.”
“It’s fine, I didn’t mind-“ Will hurriedly corrected himself, “I mean, I understand- I get it… I uhh have dreams too, sometimes”.
“Yeah, who you been dreaming about?” Mike smirked at him.
You,
“Just… people.” He shrugged, fiddling with the corner of the duvet.
“Hot people?” Mike teased, and how was it fair that Will was more awkward right now, when Mike literally had a wet dream?
“Yeah,”
“It’s not my sister is it?” Mike asked cheekily, well aware of the lack of options.
“Eww gross,” Will shoved him, “Don’t be disgusting!”
Mike laughed, “Good, good.” His eyes suddenly lit up, “Oh, wait-“ he jumped out of bed once again and retrieved a folder from under the bed, and displayed it proudly to Will.
“What-“
Mike doesn’t let him finish the question before he sidled up close to Will and poured the contents of the folder onto the bed before them. As soon as Will realized what he was being shown his stomach turned and couldn’t stifle the squeak that escaped his lips.
“Mike-“
Mike shushed him, “We didn’t know you were interested so we didn’t-“ he shrugged his shoulders, “We’ve been building a collection. You can use them too-“ he gestured to the collection of porn and photographs of scantily-clad women.
“Now?” Will exclaimed, his voice breaking and eyes darting nervously between Mike and the porn.
“Well, no-“ Mike frowned, “Well, I mean if you want. It doesn’t matter we’re both boys,” he shrugged like it wasn’t unusual, “You can take care of that-“ He pointed at Will’s crotch.
Will squeaked again, frantically bunching the covers over his lap, mortified that Mike noticed his unyielding erection. “Sorry-“
“Dude,” Mike sighed like he was getting annoyed at Will, “It’s fine. We all wake up with woodys. It’s my fault I practically assaulted you anyway-“
“No, you didn’t” Will denied. Not when he was the one who took advantage of Mike, “you didn’t mean to- I mean, like you said it doesn’t matter ‘cause we’re both boys.” Will looked down at his lap.
“Exactly!” Mike agreed, “So, don’t torture yourself, dude. Have fun!” He started shuffling through the magazines and photos, ”What’s your type? We’ve got everything here!”
Except men.
“Mike I don’t-“
Mike glanced up at him, hands pausing as he likely registered the uncomfortable look on Will’s face, his own twisting, “Do you-“ he bit his lip, “Do you want me to do it too- so it’s not as weird.”
Today was the day he died, apparently.
“Why- why-“ Will stuttered, making Mike curl in on himself scoffing “I was just offering, you don’t got to get so jumpy-“
“But why-“
Mike shrugged, “It’ll make it easier. Then we don’t have to try and be as sneaky and when Dustin and Lucas are on watch we can do it properly- I miss being able to really go to town, you know?”
Will nodded faintly, as he considered Mike’s offer.
It would not be very ethical, what with Will being in love with Mike and all, but it’s not even that aspect that was tempting him the most. He just really wanted to jerk off again.
“Okay,” he whispered, shocking Mike with his agreement as much as himself.
"Oh," Mike said, surprised "Cool, um" he cleared his throat as he returned to sorting through the photos pulling a couple from the pile, "These are my favorite," he showed Will his choices.
Will barely glanced at them, captivated when Mike immediately lowered his fresh pair of boxers down his hips, exposing the cut of his hips, his soft cock, and hairy pubes curly widely out from his crotch. Wills mouth went dry as he drank in the sight presented to him. His dick twitched in his own pants as Mike started palming his cock roughly getting it hard again.
Teenage libido made that no issue and soon Will had the perfect view of Mike's hard dick, leaning slightly to the right, as Mike stroked himself furiously over the porn.
"You gonna?"
The voice caught his attention and Will tore his stare from Mikes cock to his face, blanching when he realised Mike was staring right at him. "Umm, yeah." he mumbled averting his gaze as he shyly lowered his pants and briefs, curling his leg up to partially cover his throbbing erection.
"Here," Mike took his hand of his dick briefly to pass Will the photo he was holding. Will desperately tried to ignore the lurch in his stomach as his hand brushed against the one that had just been on Mikes dick when he took the picture. "She's hot right?" Mike asked, stuttering out a moan when he touched his dick again.
"Umm, yeah," Will forced himself to look at it, barely suppressing the visible disgust he felt in response to it. His dick instantly attempted to wilt, sucking his arousal from him. The women's legs spread obscenely and all her hanging bits sort of just- hanging.
It's not Will's kind of thing. He prefered other things hanging.
Like Mike's cock, he thought treacherously as he took another quick peek at it, before tentatively reaching for his own. He hissed as soon as he made contact, so long since he had last touched himself. Mike moaned in synch with him and Will couldn't stop himself from watching him. The speed in which he pleasured himself with, the small twists he added on the end of every stroke, the stuttering of his hips as he fucked up into his fist.
It was so much more interesting than any off the material Mike spread between them on the bed.
He found himself subconsciously matching Mike's rhythm, thrusting into his own fist, imagining it was Mikes dick he held. A loud, drawn out moan, pulled Wills attention to Mike's face, who had his head tilted back, eyes closed, biting down on his bottom lip. Will nearly came at that but wanted to enjoy this as much as possible. Taking advantage of Mikes inattention to blatantly ogle the teenager, as he worked his dick furiously. His eyes hungrily memorized every sound, twitch, and, ounce of exposed flesh.
He was in heaven.
He was in hell.
He was in some inbetween place where his queerest dreams were coming true but it was still torture because more than anything Will wanted to reach out and touch-
Touch everything.
Mikes swollen red-bitten lips, the long sleek muscles that trailed down his chest and arms, he wanted to bury his hands in his long flowing locks, but most of all he wanted to wrap his hand around the leaking cock he was pumping with abandon. He wanted to touch and fondle. He wanted to lick and suck. He wanted everything-
Will groaned loudly making Mikes eyes snap open looking at him, face flushed with arousal, and Will saw the moment Mike realised he was staring at him not the porn. His movements paused, hand hovering over his cock, frowning at Will. Who immediately focused on his own lap again, silently begging Mike to not question him, humiliation wilting his dick.
"What-" Mike began, mouth twisted in deep thought, "Do you not like any-"
"Mike," Will whispered, wishing he had said no to Mikes offer in the first place. He should have known he wouldn't be able to resist being weird. It's why he hadn't been jerking off in the first place. Will couldn't do anything normally.
"What? You prefer small boobs?" Mike started shuffling through the magazine trying to find a model,
"Mike," Will repeated.
"It's fine, Will" Mike brushed him off, "If there's nothing here we can find more- what kind of thing do you want?" Mike squinted at him, "Are you into like really kinky stuff or something,"
"No," Will denied. Well, not to him at least. He was sure the other guys would think it was freaky.
"So, not whips and chains?" Mike joked making Will shudder, shaking his head vehemently in denial. "No, this is fine." he gestured helplessly to the pile.
"Fine," Mikes forehead scrunched, "Just fine, it's naked women Will, what's-" he suddenly fell silent and Will felt his heavy gaze settle over him, suffocating. He was pretty sure Mike was putting it together. It couldn't possibly have happened at a worse moment, with the two of them naked and halfway through masturbating. Will wanted to die. Sink through the floor and never have to face Mike again.
"Mike," he whispered, practically begging. For what he doesn't know. What could possibly fix this now, Wills ruined it. He hadn't lifted his gaze from his lap, hands twisted together nervously, as Mikes stare burned into his side.
"Will-" Mike cleared his throat, "Are you- do you- not like... girls?" Will felt the bed shift as Mike shuffled beside him.
Oddly, Mike asking if didn't like girls rather than if he did like boys made it easier to answer.
He nodded, curling in on himself when Mike gasped at his answer.
Fuck, he should have just lied.
"Oh," Mike exhaled, "So you like- do you like- were you looking at me?" he asked, voice pitched a few decibels higher than usual.
Fuckkkk,
He felt the tears as he screwed his eyes closed in guilt and mortification, shakily jerking his head.
"Oh,"
"I'm sorry," Will rushed out, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have- fuck" Will pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his head in them, "I'm so sorry Mike."
"Umm," Mike obviously had no idea how to respond as he stuttered beside him, "Oh, well, that's umm that's okay-"
Will felt an awkward pat on his upper arm as Mike pathetically attempted to... console him?
"I mean... I guess it's..." Mike hesitated, "Flattering?"
Will snorted, tightening his grip around his knees.
The silence that followed was almost unbearable. Just when Will was wishing for an attack Mike started speaking again.
"We don't have any uh gay stuff but I'm sure we could find some-"
The sentence is so startling Will doesn't think before his head has lifted to stare at Mike incredulously, "What?" he said, dumbly.
"So, that you can-" Mike motioned to Wills hidden crotch, making him go even redder, "It's not fair that you don't have any-"
"Where the fuck would we find queer porn?" Will said, "In the apocalypse!"
Mike shrugged, "You'd be surprised at what we find."
"Not that!" Will squeaked.
"You never know-"
"Mike, stop- I need-" Will stumbled. What did he need? To know that Mike was still his friend? That he wasn't disgusted by him? Despite having every reason to be. "Are you- are you okay with this?" Will looked away, "Me?" He mumbled.
"Yeah, of course dude." Mike lifted his chin with one finger, making Will look at him, "We're cool-"
"Even though I was looking at you?" Will interrupted, like he wanted Mike to hate him.
Mikes eyes softened as he looked at him, a small smile dancing on his lips, "Like I said it's flattering. Nice to know I'm not completely repulsive-" he shrugged self-consciously.
"I think you're beautiful." Will couldn't restrain himself.
Mike was the most beautiful man he'd ever seen.
"Oh," Mike is shocked silent, eyes-widening "You do?"
Will couldn't stop, exposing his feelings as openly as he was exposing his body, "I think you're the most beautiful person I've ever met."
"Will-" Mike hesitated, and Will braced himself to be rejected. Hopefully Mike would be kind. Certain he had figured it all out. Will could feel the love in his eyes, there was no way Mike couldn't see it.
"I guess you can look then," Mike eventually murmured.
"What?" Will said, confused.
"You know when we" he mimed jerking, again "If you don't think we can find gay porn, you can just look at me and I'll look at the photos."
"You don't want me watching you" Will accused.
Mike shrugged, "You're my best friend, Will. I want you to get off too-"
"Mike," Will interrupted, "That is not usually required of best friends, you don't have to-"
"I want to," Mike reconsidered his words, "Not like- but I don't mind or anything. It doesn't have to mean anything." he corrected, "It's the same as before just you're gay now."
"Most guys wouldn't be okay doing this with a queer."
"Urgh, fine." Mike threw his hands up in exasperation, "If you don't want to-"
"It's not that I don't want to," Will cut in, "but that's like taking advantage of you -you're straight-"
Mike frowned, arms crossed over his chest and Will suddenly becomes very are of his still exposed cock. "It wouldn't be taking advantage of me. You like looking and I don't mind being looked at-"
"It's not the same. You don't get anything out of it."
"What if I did?" Mike asked, "You're queer right?" Will nodded, "So you could, touch me if you wanted-"
"Mike-"
"Hear me out!" Mike pleaded, "You get to touch and look at cock, like you want, and I get someone elses hand on my dick." Will gaped at him, "It's just a hand and I can look at the porn. It's perfect." Mike declared.
And Wills cock jerked forcefully at the idea and he was so tempted.
"Mike-" He couldn't let Mike do this-
"Come on Will, you know you want too," Mike thrust his hips up, pulling Wills attention to his naked dick, "Touch me!"
His hand moved on it's own accord, giving Will no time to make his own decision, clasping firmly around Mikes erection and it's-
-amazing.
Even better than touching his own cock. It felt like it belonged in Wills hand. The sound that spilled from Mikes mouth when he slowly started exploring up and down the warm length were ripped straight out of a porno and Wills own erection was back with a vengeance. He immediately started stroking his dick in time with Mikes, dual wielding as Mike threw his head back, breathing speeding up as he thrust into the hole Wills formed with his fingers.
Will drank in the sight of him, pumping both cocks, biting on his own lip to prevent the moans spilling out uncontrollably. The image burned into him, ready to be recalled at a moments notice. He increased his pace steadily, adding the twist he saw Mike do earlier, and was rewarded with Mike grabbing onto his shoulder, digging his fingers painfully into the soft flesh.
He could only hope this wasn't a one time thing and Mike wouldn't wake up with severe regret the next day.
He continued pumping for some time, slowing his pace when it looked like Mike was going to cum to drag it out for as long as possible. Eventually Mike couldn't hold on anymore, breath hitching, as spurt after spurt of cum erupted from the end of his dick. Will was fascinated as his pearly emissions dripped down his hand, Mikes cock softened where he held it, Wills own orgasm hitting him like a train because he was so distracted with Mike.
He comes down to find Mike staring at him softly, Wills hand still on his dick, which he immediately removes sheepishly. Not quite sure what to do with two hands both covered in cum. Mike jumped up as soon as Will released him returning with the discarded wet wipes, they all consider as effective as a shower, and helped him wipe the liquid from his hands. Will let Mike manipulate his hands to clean them, staring at the boy he loved in a sort of shell-shocked daze.
He felt like he should pinch himself to make sure this wasn't a dream. That that actually just happened.
Will never expected one day he would get to touch Mikes dick, let alone make him cum.
Will made Mike Wheeler cum.
"Same time tomorrow?" Mike winked at him, throwing the dirty wet wipes in the direction of the bin, missing by a half-mile, and stuffing all the porn back in the folder which was tossed down the side of the bed. He then snuggled back under the covers as Will continued sitting in stunned silence. It doesn't take long for Mikes breathing to even out in sleep and Will forced himself to lay back down, staring wide-eyed at the dark ceiling. He knew sleep would be an elusive concept for him the rest of the night.