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Will has always been a crier.
It’s just the way it’s been since they were children. When the two of them faced the bullies who would call them mean names, while Mike was yelling right back at them, Will stood behind him with his face buried in his small hands. As his shitty biological father Lonnie shouted at him for the littlest things, Will cowered in the corner, silent tears streaming down his cheeks. When he would wake up with hyperreal nightmares resembling his time in the Upside Down, and he couldn’t go back to sleep after that, the sobs keeping him up all night. Even happy moments saw their share of tears – like when Will had come out to everyone, towards the end of high school. He had first cried from the nervousness he’d felt – but as they all went to wrap him in a big hug and promised him they still loved him, he kept crying, this time from joy and relief.
Mike has never, ever thought less of Will for being the more emotional sort. He’s encouraged Will many times to wear his heart on his sleeve, told him to let himself go through the motions of his feelings and not bury them or bottle them up. Because that’s just who Will is – sweet, sensitive, kind. Mike’s sometimes even jealous of how Will is so in tune with his emotions, and how open he can be with them. So when Will’s tears start to fall, Mike will always be there to wipe them away and tell him not to hide them, reassuring him that whatever he’s feeling is good and valid.
… But it’s not just that.
The thing is, Will’s a pretty crier.
And that was the source of all of Mike’s issues.
Mike’s not entirely sure where it all started. He confesses, even as a kid, he’d always thought there was something beautiful about Will crying. When Will would blubber over a skinned knee or a bruised elbow, while they were waiting for an adult to come out and help, Mike would sit right by him, watching in fascination as tears sprung from his eyes. Then he would use his tiny hands to wipe away those tears, internally vowing to never let anyone hurt Will again.
But then puberty hit Mike like a truck – and suddenly, he began to notice new… reactions to Will crying.
Obviously, the abrupt flourish of teenage hormones caused Mike to look at Will in a new, different way. Some things were to be expected – Mike developed a fascination with Will’s low yet still-soft voice, wondering how it sounded like when he was flushed or flustered or moaning. He looked on in interest at Will’s body – from his plush lips, to his narrow waist, to his thick thighs. And, of course, there’s no denying the obvious obsession he now had with Will’s round, plump ass.
Yet there were things that were also unexpected. More accurately, one thing in particular: When Mike would see Will cry – see the way it came pouring over his face, the way he sniffled and his nose and cheeks turned pink, the way his lower lip trembled – Mike would feel these… stirrings in his stomach. The same kind of stirrings he would get late at night when he would lie down on his bed and think about Will’s physique, which led to him touching himself until he’s coming all over his chest.
The first time Mike had become truly aware of this… deviancy, was when he and Will had finally confessed their years-long hidden feelings towards each other. It was during their freshman year of college. Following the then recently-graduated Jonathan’s footsteps, both of them had been accepted into New York University for English (with a Creative Writing concentration) and Studio Art respectively. It was an opportunity they snatched with glee, and they ended up being roommates for convenience’s sake. Mike was really just glad to be able to spend even more time with his favorite person.
The day they got together was after a Christmas house party thrown by one of their mutual friends. It was actually held several days before Christmas, since most people planned to return to their families for the holidays. In any case, both Mike and Will were in attendance, chatting with the people they were familiar with, but for the most part they stuck together and drank copious amounts of free alcohol. By the end of it they were so drunk that they could barely walk a straight line on the way home, needing to lean on each other as they stumbled in the dark. It got to a point where Will couldn’t even stand up properly anymore, so they decided to rest on a bench sheltered underneath a Chrismassy-decorated building while they sobered up.
As they sobered up, they chatted about everything and nothing all at once – the kind of conversations you have that seem meaningless and fleeting, but when you’re in love with someone, it actually means the world to you. Snow was falling all around them, some even landing atop their frigid hands and thick-soled boots. In the distance one could hear the faint sound of cheesy Christmas songs being played from 24/7 stores.
And perhaps the Christmas spirit was truly a real thing, or perhaps it was just the unspoken magic of the holiday season, but when they looked above them, they saw a lone mistletoe hanging. As their gazes fell from the mistletoe and to each other’s eyes, it’s as if something in them snapped – and then, the secret and confessions unfurled from their mouths like they were pulling a ribbon from a present. The best present ever , in Mike’s humble opinion. And when all was said and done, Mike asked if he could kiss Will. Will had said yes , and Mike had cradled Will’s perfect face in his large hands, and then leaned in.
It was short, it was gentle. It was a little awkward, and a little wet, because Will had so clearly never kissed anyone before. And Mike’s kissed Will plenty of times since then, but this probably ranks as his favorite of them all. Because it was Will’s first – their first.
Overall, it was a magnificent, fairytale, storybook moment – and it was sweet. So sweet in fact, that when they separated, Will had started crying, burying his head in his hands. Mike had cooed and softly urged him not to hide his “pretty face” – which, ironically, made Will cry harder.
(He’d said, “I can’t believe this is actually real. I didn’t think I’d ever have this.” Mike had answered, “I’m sorry. I love you.” And again, that only made Will sob more, because he had longed to hear those words his whole life, and never thought it’d happen.)
When Will finally turned to look at him, Mike saw the tear tracks all over his pink cheeks, flushed from the cold and from the kiss. And as Mike carefully wiped away each tear, he’d suddenly felt it – that want, that urge. That stirring. So he leaned in and kissed Will again and again and again, trying to cover up just how badly he wanted to ravish him then and there in a public area.
Back then Mike had reasoned it away as the adrenaline of finally being able to kiss the love of his life. And maybe that would have been believable – if it hadn’t happened another time. Several times, actually.
The two of them transitioned into an active sex life at their own pace. It was both their first time wanting more with another person, and actually being able to do so. On Valentine’s Day, after a particularly successful date consisting of rooftop picnics and grape juice to replace wine, the two of them ended the night by crashing onto Mike’s bed, with their lips and hands roaming. And because they were just two 18 year-olds, they’d both come in their pants after grinding on each other for only a few minutes. It was still the best thing Mike had ever felt at the time – trumped only by the sexual moments they shared later.
Handjobs and blowjobs soon followed suit, still soft and sweet and romantic and charming, finishing with giggles and cuddles. Sex was fun, Mike thought, especially when it was with the boy he loved more than anything else. A couple of weeks following Mike’s 19th birthday was when they plotted out the time for them to go “all the way”, as it were. Something both of them had been largely anticipating, to varying degrees of nervousness and desire.
When it finally happened, it was nothing like how Mike expected – and yet, it was somehow exactly perfect. Will was underneath Mike, looking up at him with those big, gorgeous, hazel doe eyes, so trusting, so loving , as Mike fingered him open. And when Mike finally sunk into him, Will let out just the prettiest gasp – and after that, he burst into quiet sobs as Mike gently but assuredly pounded into him, his small hands scratching at his boyfriend’s pale, freckled shoulders.
Mike had been surprised at the sudden waterworks. He wanted to ask if he was okay, and a part of him wanted to pull out to make sure Will wasn’t hurt. But that part was overshadowed by this larger, primal instinct that had overtaken him when he saw the way Will’s face scrunched up with tears at the pleasure he was feeling, and when he heard Will’s whines and moans that were intermingled with cries and wails. It drove Mike crazy, causing him to drive deeper – and that only caused the tears to come down harder.
After they’d both come (rather early, considering it was both of their first times – not that it made the moment any less perfect), Mike had gathered his boyfriend into his arms and shushed his crying. He’d never told anyone this, but he was glad for the refractory period men had, because Mike could already feel his flaccid dick twitching on his thigh at the sound of Will’s soft whimpers. He did eventually ask if Will was hurt, but Will had vehemently denied such a thing, ensuring that Mike made him feel so good, Mike, you’re the only one who can make me feel this way, I love you so much. He explained that he’d been dreaming of this for so long, and now that he had it he could hardly believe it – like at any moment he could wake up from this fantasy, and be flung back to a harsh reality of Mike not loving him, not desiring him. Which was insane to Mike, because he doesn’t think there’s a single universe out there where he wouldn’t want Will like crazy.
In any case, Mike was glad that he didn’t hurt Will. But the tears were still coming, and eventually Mike’s dick was back to being rock-hard, even though Will hadn’t done anything to touch it. (That didn’t stop Mike from pushing his boyfriend onto his back once more for a second round – if only to prove to Will that this wasn't an elusive dream.)
So it wasn’t a one-time thing anymore, but rather, a pattern. This… was getting concerning.
Since then there have been small cases sprinkled here and there that only pointed more and more to Mike’s fetish of seeing Will cry. With their sexual activities starting to recently expand to include less emotional, more carnal kinds of fucking, the tears still arrive – albeit now they’re completely new ones.
They haven’t had a lot of time to experiment on the grounds of being rough, but Mike’s gagged Will on his dick a handful of times. It wasn’t a proposed thing, at first, and when Will had gagged and popped off his cock Mike immediately apologized for it. But then Will had shyly rebuked him, and Mike watched as Will’s waterline filled up with tears as he tried his best to slurp and suck and reach all of Mike’s thick length. Now, Mike relishes in the moments where Will tries to deepthroat his cock, and he can barely resist the urge to force Will down until his nose is against his pubes – Mike doesn’t do that, but he wants to. Similarly, when Mike is driving his length hard into Will, he notices the way Will sniffles as if to hold back from crying out, which merely causes Mike to thrust harder, to elicit the response he so desperately craves from him.
Maybe he’s just a bad person.
However, the absolute worst moment so far was the one from just about a week ago. He and Will went on a simple movie-watching date together. It was supposed to have a classy, sweet, romantic vibe, and honestly, Mike hadn’t expected at all to get laid by the end of it. It was just a day for him and Will to hang out. They’d gotten into Mike’s car, driven to the cinema, and picked some random romance drama that was showing.
Mike wished he could recall even the fucking name of the movie, but all he could remember that it was a cliché little thing, if not a little ostentatious, with the two main leads constantly being wrenched away from each other due to circumstances. (Despite it being a heterosexual film – that bit was surprisingly relatable). Towards the end when the girl and the boy finally got together and kissed passionately, and while the audience in the cinema were letting out a bunch of sappy awwws, Mike’s attention was drawn to the sudden sound of sniffling beside him.
He turned his head, eyes widening when he saw Will wiping away the tears on his cheeks using the back of his hand, doing it as quietly as possible so as not to tip Mike off. But that was a fruitless endeavor, because it was as though Mike’s ears had been specifically attuned to the sound of Will crying. And so was his dick, apparently – because it picked that exact time to start throbbing in his pants.
Mike panicked immediately. He was thankful for the dimmed lights of the theater, but with how fucking hard he was, he knew he needed to get out of there as soon as possible. The movie wasn't over, and Mike didn’t know if the boy and girl would live happily ever after or if the cancer diagnosis(?) would catch up first, but honestly, he wasn’t going to stick around to find out. So he grabbed Will by the hand, startling his boyfriend, and dragged him out of the cinema and into the parking lot, before shoving him into the passenger seat of his car.
In the end, they couldn’t even make it all the way home. Mike parked in some deserted area, manhandled Will into the back of his car, and then fucked him into the leather seats.
Will, the poor thing, was left all dazed and confused by it – partially from the sex, partially from their abrupt departure. Instead of an explanation, Mike just wiped away the drool that had pooled at the corner of his mouth and then kissed him passionately, hoping his tongue could drive away the questions in Will’s brain.
It had worked at the time, considering Will had forgotten all about it and they went for another two rounds right then and there, sullying Mike’s car seats. But it was an unsustainable way to distract Will from Mike’s burgeoning problem. Try as he might to convince himself otherwise, he knew this.
And he’s just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Mike’s afternoon classes had been canceled earlier today, so by the time he’d finished eating lunch with some of his classmates he’d befriended, he was back at his apartment. Yes, apartment. After their freshman year he and Will decided to rent a cheap one about twenty minutes away from campus. It was small and cramped, the mattress sometimes hurt their backs, and their couch creaked way too much whenever they sat on it – but it was their apartment nonetheless. Shitty furniture and tight quarters and all.
He’s currently sitting on that couch right now, watching a new sitcom that Lucas had recommended to him. The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. So far, he’s been enjoying it. And he finds it amusing that the main character’s got the same name as his boyfriend.
The show’s moving to a commercial break when suddenly, the door to their home wrenches open, making that loud bang! noise it always does because one has to exert a large amount of pressure just to force it open. In comes Will, hand roughing through his already (unusually) mussed-up hair, looking rather distressed.
Mike’s eyes widen in alarm and he turns off the television using the remote. “Hi, baby, what’s going on?” he asks, worry creeping into his voice.
As soon as Will sees Mike on the couch, he immediately throws himself at him. Mike catches him with a small oof , arms encircling his boyfriend into an embrace. Will tucks his knees close to his chest and then rests his head on Mike’s shoulder.
“Hey, hey, Will, are you–?”
“Just hold me,” Will interrupts, voice cracking just a little bit. It breaks Mike’s heart a little, too.
Mike breathes out, before kissing his hair. “Of course, my love,” he murmurs quietly.
The two of them stay there just like that for a while, arms wrapped warmly around each other, comfortably silent. Will turns his face into Mike’s chest, and Mike literally flinches when he can feel the fabric of his shirt getting wet.
Oh boy. Mike gulps, trying not to focus on the sensation of Will’s tears seeping through the cloth and onto his flesh. Seriously, he needs to get a grip. He attempts to tune out the sound of Will’s muffled sniffles as well, trying not to pay attention to the boy crying on his chest. Ultimately it doesn’t work out, though, because Mike loves Will and can’t bear to ignore him if he’s feeling upset – even if focusing his attention on Will at this very moment means he’s going to get an erection.
He takes Will by the shoulders and slowly separates them, just enough so that they’re eye-to-eye. He only mildly regrets his decision when he sees Will’s pretty face stained with tears, but it’s fine – he just brings his hands up and wipes them away with his thumbs.
“Can you tell me what’s wrong, Will?” he whispers.
Will lets out a shaky exhale, moving his face a little so he can nuzzle and kiss inside Mike’s open palm. Mike feels thoroughly warmed by the action.
“It’s just been a shitty day,” Will mumbles into his skin.
Mike hums sympathetically, rubbing circles on Will’s shoulder with his other hand. “Tell me about it, then?”
And so Will regales his boyfriend with the tale of his no-good, very-bad day. When he’d left the apartment earlier, an hour after Mike because Will’s classes started later, the weather decided to surprise him with a torrential downpour. Will had to travel all the way back to their apartment to grab an umbrella (he, understandably, hadn’t wanted his hair or perfectly-pressed clothes to get wet), which made him late for class. This class, unfortunately, was taught by Professor Warden, a terror teacher who despite acknowledging Will’s artistic talents, seemed to also have it out for him. Warden had lectured him about his lateness for a full five minutes in front of the whole class, who chuckled behind their hands, and that made Will want to wither away on the spot. (Mike suggests calling a favor from El to arrange an “unfortunate accident” for Warden. Will responds by smacking him upside the head.)
Lunch was also particularly bad. Class with Warden had also ended late, so by the time Will rushed over to his favorite stall in the cafeteria, the line was quite long. Will had waited patiently, but by the time he was almost at the front the kitchen’s machine had accidentally broken down. Something about the new intern fucking up the handles and buttons. Will had to grab a crappy hot-dog to satiate his hunger. And to top it all off, he kept getting hit on by Marissa Sandler (aka Mike’s now-declared Public Enemy #1), who was Will’s classmate with frizzy ginger hair and too-sticky lip gloss.
As Will rants about his day, there are times he has to stop from how frustrated he’s getting. Mike can see the angry tears shining in his waterline, barely held back by Will’s sniffles and briefly pressing the heel of his palm against his eyelids.
And Mike’s listening intently – really, he is! He’s a good boyfriend who listens when his significant other is upset. But… he’s maybe becoming increasingly distracted by the fact that Will just… looks too good when he cries. Which is so stupid , because really, when Mike cries – instances few and far between – he looks like a complete fucking mess. Face and eyes get too blotchy, and for some reason his hair always gets unkempt. But somehow, Will’s turned crying into an artform, a thing of unparalleled beauty. Mike’s no artist, but the way Will’s eyes are glossy with unshed tears, his cheeks mottled from emotion, his pink lips quivering – it should be a painting hung up high in a gallery.
Mike’s eyes widen when he starts to feel his dick tenting his sweatpants. Shit, shit, shit. This is bad. And Will’s still cuddled up close to him, and it’ll only be a matter of time before he sees the bulge in his pants – or worse, feels it. He needs to act now, and fast.
Gently (and hopefully subtly), he takes his hands off of Will while also placing a couch pillow on top of his crotch. Will doesn’t seem to have noticed anything, which is a win in Mike’s book.
“I’m sorry you had a rough day, baby,” Mike murmurs, opting to hold Will’s hands instead. He’s always been fond of doing so, loves feeling Will’s skin on his, loves the way their fingers intertwine, loves how much bigger his hand is in comparison to his boyfriend’s. “I hate seeing you upset. I wish I could just make it better for you…”
Will smiles a little as he leans down to kiss their joint hands. “You are making it better for me,” he insists. “Just listening really helps a lot.”
“Yeah, I get that, but–” Mike cuts himself off, scrunching his face in frustration. “I don’t know.” He drops his gaze to the floor. “You’ve had a rough run, you know? Like, way worse than almost anyone I know. And every time another awful thing happens to you, it’s like… it’s just completely bullshit! It’s ass!”
Very eloquent, Michael, he thinks as he hears Will snort bemusedly at him. Mike then clears his throat and continues, “I mean that, more than anyone else, you don’t deserve the bad days. You’ve already had way too many of those. And if it were up to me, I’d probably fistfight God to make sure everyday for the rest of your life is, like, full of rainbows or sunshine or something.”
When he finally looks back at Will, he blinks in surprise when he finds Will failing to fight back a sappy grin. The unrestrained, shining love in his boyfriend’s face makes Mike blush a little.
“You’re a stubborn, sentimental bastard,” Will chuckles, voice watery. “And how will you even go about fighting God? You’d get your ass kicked before you even get to the pearly gates.”
Mike smiles at him. “You don’t know that. I’ve been going to the gym a lot recently, remember?”
He lifts his arms to jokingly flex, and then he and Will burst into laughter. He loves this between them – silly little moments, light-hearted and unencumbered. With him and Will – yeah, they’re in love, but before anything, they’re best friends first.
Their laughter eventually dies down, and Mike’s back to holding Will’s hands. “But really, I’m glad talking to me makes you feel better, sweetheart,” he says.
“It always has. Just being with you always makes things better,” Will murmurs, so sweetly, so genuinely , that Mike finds himself not knowing what to do in the face of such open affection. Again, he envies the way Will just seems to be so in tune when it comes to emotional things like this.
“Well, I’m not the kind of guy to accept the bare minimum,” he replies. “Let’s have a date night, okay? We can cook dinner,” – Will snorts – “okay, we can order takeout from that new Chinese place that just opened. Jonathan said it’s good, and I trust his judgment. We can pop in the VHS tapes of the Star Wars films for a whole marathon. Aaaand… we can break out that expensive strawberry gelato I got from Nancy that we’ve been saving in our freezer. How does that sound, baby?”
Will’s smiling again, and the next time he blinks, the tears he’d been holding back fall down on his face. It’s not that much, and they’re clearly happy tears, but Mike’s mouth goes dry as he watches it, like it’s in slow motion. He’s very distinctly aware of how his boner is pushing through his sweatpants and poking the pillow, which he surreptitiously adjusts again.
He’s about to ask Will if he can get the tapes and ice cream for them (considering he’s… occupied), when suddenly, his boyfriend launches himself forward at him into a hug, wrapping his arms tight around Mike’s shoulders, to which Mike instinctively responds by holding his waist. But in the sudden flurry of movement, the pillow gets knocked off, and Will’s knee ends up brushing against Mike’s erection.
The both of them freeze, just staring at each other. It’s so quiet, one could hear a pin drop. Mike can feel his whole face turning pale with fear. Will’s expression, for the most part, is unreadable.
They gape at each other for an unspecified stretch of time (probably only a few seconds, but Mike swears it felt like an eternity), until finally, Will moves off of him. He sits himself comfortably back on the couch, legs and arms crossed, looking at Mike with furrowed eyebrows.
“Mike?”
“... Yeah?” Mike’s voice comes out meek, timid.
“I think it’s time you and I have a little… chat.”
Mike gulps nervously, before he slowly nods. He pulls the pillow back over his crotch for good measure, not wanting anything to distract either of them from this talk. Nonetheless, Will gestures at his lap anyway.
“Care to explain what’s going on?” he parrots back Mike’s question from earlier.
Mike panics. “Um. They were doing a rerun of Top Gun on the TV?” As soon as the words leave his mouth, he mentally smacks himself on the forehead. A+ excuse, Michael.
Will shoots him an unimpressed glare. He grabs the remote at his side, and without looking away from Mike’s eyes, turns on the television. The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air is still playing, with Will Smith arguing with his aunt and uncle. Mike feels himself flushing a bright red as his boyfriend turns it back off.
“Since when did Top Gun become a story about a kid moving to a wealthy neighborhood in California?” Will questions him.
Mike groans. “Fine, fine! It’s not” –he waves down at his dick– “caused by anything I watched.”
Will goes back to crossing his arms, patiently waiting for his boyfriend to continue. Mike licks his lips nervously, fiddling with his hands.
“It’s because… of you.”
“You mean you getting hard when you see me cry?”
Will’s bluntness makes Mike blush even harder. “D-Don’t say it like that!” he whines, flapping his hand at him.
“Why not? That’s the truth.”
“Yeah, but if you say it like that it sounds – !” Mike shakes his head, cutting himself off. “A-Anyway, how did you even know?”
“Uh, was I not supposed to know? Because it was so obvious!” Will exclaims. “For God’s sake, Mike, I was crying my eyes out in a movie theater, and the next thing I knew, you were railing me in your car!”
So Will had noticed it then. He’s always been a perceptive one. Mike presses his lips together, gaze concentrated on the suddenly very interesting loose threads of their shitty couch.
He’s ruining this. He’s ruined everything. He always does. And now he has to rip off the band-aid.
“I… understand if this makes you want to break up with me,” he whispers. Maybe, in the back of his mind, he’d known that this would always happen. Something about him would be too much for Will, too wrong , and that would make Will realize that Mike wasn’t worth it. That Mike had stuff, baggage, holding him back, and that Will would learn that he wasn’t someone he should waste his time on.
He finds himself sniffling. Great, he’s probably going to cry soon. And then his boyfriend’s gonna dump him, which will make him cry even harder. A miserable fucking day for all involved.
Will’s eyes widen when he registers Mike’s words, and he immediately leans forward and places his hands on the other boy’s face. “I’m not breaking up with you,” he says, voice firm and resolute. His thumbs stroke over Mike’s cheekbones. “And I’m never gonna do that, okay? You’re it for me. Do you understand?”
Mike doesn’t respond. Will tightens the pressure on his face, which causes him to let out an involuntary gasp. “I said, do you understand?”
“Yes,” he whispers faintly, staring deep into his boyfriend’s hazel eyes. Will seems content with that answer, relaxing his hands.
It’s a complete role-reversal from earlier. Now, Mike’s face is the one pink with emotion, whereas Will is gently cradling his face in his palms, listening intently. Mike finds that he doesn’t mind this at all. Not one bit.
“I just… wanted you to explain,” Will murmurs. “So that I can follow your thoughts better.” He leans in to briefly press a chaste kiss on Mike’s forehead. “Come on, let me into that big brain of yours.”
He chuckles weakly at the joke. Will preens, happy to have made Mike laugh, and then moves to hold his boyfriend’s hands, waiting for him to reply. He’s got an infinite amount of patience. Mike loves him for that.
He bites his bottom lip as he collects his thoughts, dazedly playing with Will’s dainty fingers. Eventually, he says, “I don’t get… you know… if it’s something actually serious. I’m not that bad.” He sighs. “Like, um, when we learned that Manny died.”
He sees the way Will’s eyes briefly dim at the memory. Manny was a friend of theirs, one of their first openly queer friends they made in New York, during their freshman year. He was a grad student, much older than them. They met him shortly after they both started dating, and Manny was eager to teach them all they needed to know about the gay scene in their city, as well as things about being queer that they wouldn’t have ever known had they stayed in the quaint town of Hawkins.
But then, a few months ago, Ivo, Manny’s partner, had approached the both of them with a somber expression. He’d told them Manny had succumbed to AIDS – a struggle he’d been battling for months on end, without him even saying a word. It was the first time either of them had personally known someone who died from the “gay virus” – something that they were only familiar with from how people in Hawkins tossed it around like a filthy word.
Will was inconsolable for a whole week. He refused to get out of bed, and everytime he did his face would be blotchy and puffy from how hard he’d been sobbing. Many times he didn’t even want Mike to get out of bed either, clinging to him and crying for him not to leave him alone, to never leave him. It sent the both of them into an existential crisis of sorts, that their lives could be claimed so easily, and that their government did absolutely nothing to stop it.
They communicated to each other about their fears and their feelings, and soon they were both able to start moving on. But the scar still lingers in their hearts.
“You cried a lot after Manny’s death – understandably so. And obviously I didn’t get off on that.” He scoffs. “That would be disgusting, even for me.”
Here, he pauses, eyebrows knitting together, unsure how to continue the conversation. But then Will cuts in, coyly asking, “So… I don’t have to worry about you jumping my bones the next time we’re at a funeral?”
Will’s giving him an out, and Mike gratefully accepts it with a smile. “Nah. You probably have to worry the next time we watch a sad movie, though.”
They both chuckle at that, and Mike’s thankful for the brief reprieve from the heavy moment from earlier. He purses his lips before continuing, “It sounds weird, but I’ve always found you beautiful you cry.”
“Sap.”
“It’s true!” he protests. “I mean, it’s just that… you’re always beautiful anyway. And somehow, even when you’re crying, you make it gorgeous? It’s so unbelievable, and yet, you literally look like the prettiest person on earth when you cry.”
“Stop it,” Will mumbles, whose cheeks have turned bright pink.
Mike finally feels like he’s back on even footing again. “I’m not gonna stop,” he teases. “Didn’t you want us to talk about this?”
Will rolls his eyes, but his mouth twitches into an affectionate smile. “Fine. Go on.”
Mike squeezes his hand, before casting his gaze downward as he reorganizes the thoughts in his mind. “I especially think it’s beautiful when, you know, we’re having sex,” he admits, briefly noting the way Will calmly nods. “I… I think it’s for the reasons I said before, but also… you can’t stop yourself from crying. It’s your body’s like, unfiltered response to what we’re doing. And it’s a way to let me know that it’s good for you.” He pauses. “That I’m good for you.”
“You’re always good for me,” Will insists, sweetly pecking Mike on the nose. His voice is as soft as a siren’s song as he adds, “ My good boy. I love you so much.”
“Yours,” Mike agrees. “Always yours.”
He leans forward to place a kiss on Will’s lips. Will responds by cupping his jaw, pulling him closer. Letting the kiss last longer, but not necessarily deeper. Sometimes, this is all they need – their mouths pressed together, in a resemblance of skin-on-skin, physical intimacy.
When they break apart they still keep their foreheads pressed together. Will’s hands go back to holding Mike’s, intertwining their fingers. They breathe against each other for a while, before Will suddenly pipes up.
“I understand why you found it hot now,” he tells him. “And I’m sorry you thought I would dump you over this.”
Mike pulls back from their forehead touch, though he keeps their hands melded together. He shrugs. “It’s a weird thing. So I get it if you would’ve.”
Will looks at him rather pointedly. “It’s not weird. Or did you think it was weird when not that long ago, I asked you to choke me?”
Mike feels himself suddenly flush red at the sudden recollection. It was only about two weeks ago, when they were fucking on their bed. Will was riding him in reverse, and his toned back was pressed against Mike’s chest. Mike’s right hand was on Will’s hip, and his left on Will’s abdomen, pressing against the bulge in his stomach as he dirtily grinded upwards. He was content to keep it slow and filthy, when suddenly, Will snatched his left hand and brought it closer to his throat, begging him to squeeze it. Mike’s whole vision was clouded with lust at Will’s feeble whines, and he barely resisted the urge to grip his hand around it as tightly as possible. In the end, he only settled for a feather-light clench, but that was enough to get Will coming all over himself.
They’d talked about it a little afterwards, but not as in-depth as Mike would have liked. They did both admit to liking it a lot, though, and that they would probably tackle it further in the future.
“That’s completely different,” Mike weakly claims.
“It’s not, and you know it,” Will shuts him down instantly. “They’re both things we’re into. None of it’s freakier than the other.”
There’s a brief lull in conversation as they take in those words. And then, Mike quips, “Well, I guess us two freaks deserve each other.”
Will smacks him on the thigh. “Stop being annoying,” he chimes in lightheartedly.
“Sorry.” But Mike’s grinning, so they both know he doesn’t really mean it.
Another short, comfortable silence descends upon the two, before Will clears his throat. Now he’s the one fiddling with Mike’s fingers and staring at the couch’s loose threads. Mike waits patiently, intrigued by what his boyfriend’s thinking.
“When we have sex, I sometimes hold myself back, you know?” he confesses. “Like, sometimes, it gets too much – in a good way, of course – and I want to let it all out, because it’s so hard keeping them bottled up inside. But I think I just get a little ashamed sometimes, so I don’t get to be as outwardly emotional as I’m actually feeling.”
“Oh, Will,” Mike murmurs, mind flashing through memories of all the times Will’s face would scrunch up when they fucked, clearly holding back his tears. Will’s hazel eyes nervously glance back at him. “Come on, baby. I’ve told you time and time again – and I will keep on telling you this, for as long as it takes – that it’s completely normal to just… feel your emotions. It’s nothing shameful or embarrassing. Especially with something as, you know, intimate and close as sex.” He pauses. “And it’s just me. And I love you.”
Will’s smiling at him, lips forming a wobbly line. “I love you too.”
Mike grins right back. Then he jokes, “Plus, judging from what prompted this whole… conversation , you already know that I also find it hot.”
His boyfriend openly laughs at that, and Mike feels his heart come alight at the gorgeous sound.
“It does feel good to admit all of this,” Will acknowledges.
Mike beams at him. “Look at us, communicating our personal problems like proper adults, instead of bottling them up inside forever.”
“We’ve come a long way,” Will muses. “Our angsty 14 year-old selves would find us practically unrecognizable.”
They both giggle to themselves, happy with the way they’ve worked through today’s latest issue. That’s the thing with them – they’re not above fighting or arguing, because no couple is. But when troubles arise, the two of them find a way to seek a compromise, choosing to stick together no matter what. Mike’s in love with Will, and he’s in love with how good their relationship is, too.
Will propels himself forward to wrap Mike in another hug, and Mike responds in kind, burying himself into it, nosing against Will’s hair and smelling his lavender shampoo. This is nice. More than nice, really. He could probably stay like this forever, secure in the harbor of Will’s arms.
Mike’s erection had flagged during the entire conversation, so he’s fine with this – cuddling with each other up until it’s time to get dinner. He closes his eyes, sighing against Will’s ear – when his eyes quickly wrench back open at a sudden sensation he’s feeling down below.
“... Will?” he whispers. “What are you doing?”
Like the temptress that he is, one of Will’s hands had snuck down to Mike’s sweatpants, and is currently rubbing over his clothed crotch. In almost no time, Mike can feel himself growing hard once more, which leaves Will purring contentedly in his ear. (Yeah, Mike’s just easy like that.)
Mike’s hand encircles around Will’s wrist and brings it up so that it stops rubbing against his bulge. “I’m asking you again,” he growls in warning, which makes Will let out an involuntary whimper. “What are you doing?”
“The whole conversation got me horny,” he whines out. “Can you blame me?” Will tries to lower his hand again to touch the outline of Mike’s dick, but his boyfriend only tightens his grip on him.
“And?” Mike asks, arching an eyebrow at him.
Will pouts. “I wanna have sex now,” he states, pure and simple, like it’s a fact of life. The sky’s blue, the grass is green. Will wants Mike to fuck him. He blinks his large, hazel doe eyes at him. “Don’t you?”
Mike blinks at him, feeling the heat begin to pool in his lower stomach. If Will’s offering…
Well, it’s not like Mike would ever refuse him, anyway.
Will gasps as he’s pushed against their bedroom door, the force of his back hitting the wood slamming it shut. No sooner does Mike dive right back in, hands firmly grasping Will’s waist, lips smashing into his in a bruising, searing kiss.
“Oh – fuck – Mike –” Will mumbles, but every time he tries to talk Mike silences him by forcefully sealing his mouth over his, shoving his tongue down Will’s throat.
Will whines eagerly at the spit-wet, filthy sensation of their tongues intertwining. One arm snakes above Mike’s shoulder, while the other hand sneaks up to Mike’s hair to fist it. He brings up his right leg to wrap around his boyfriend’s hips, and Mike adjusts accordingly by using one hand to hoist it up and grind their clothed crotches closer together.
Mike thrusts hard against Will, using the door behind his boyfriend as leverage so that Will’s hips can’t escape. Not that Will would want to in the first place, considering how high-pitched and frankly, pathetic his moans are becoming.
“ God, Will, ” Mike snarls at him, punctuating each word with another harsh thrust. “It’s like you can’t even go one conversation without thinking about my cock. Like you’re addicted to it.”
“Mhmm!” Will hums enthusiastically, head thrown back as he loses himself to the sensation of Mike’s punishing acceleration, the delicious friction of it all. Mike takes this opportunity to suck a row of hickeys at the base of his exposed throat. “I want it so bad, I need it in me all the time…”
He chuckles, the sound rumbling in his chest. “Well, we should fix that, then, huh?” He stops his fast-paced movements and opts for one slooooow roll of his hips. It has the intended effect of Will’s eyes rolling to the back of his head, keening at the delightful pressure.
“Please, please, please,” he babbles, whole body twitching already from overexcitement and lust. Mike just chuckles again, before dropping his hold on Will’s waist and leg. He quickly fumbles with the drawstring of his sweatpants, but before he can push it down, Will falls on his knees and does it for him – and with it, also removes his briefs.
The clothes are bunched at his calves but his boyfriend doesn’t give him any time to properly take them off, for Will immediately leans to start sucking Mike off.
At first he suckles around the head, tongue lapping over and around the slit. He pulls off momentarily to leave small kitten licks all over his length, and Will seems to relish the small little moans that escape Mike’s lips. Then he moves down to Mike’s balls, sucking one of them into his mouth while he massages the other with his palm, before alternating.
“Ah, fuck, Will,” Mike gasps out. “Come on, baby, need more than that, come on.”
His boyfriend looks up at him, prettily fluttering his lengthy eyelashes. It’s an absolutely sinful image, Mike thinks. The kind that would definitely sink powerful kings to their knees. Will pulls his head back so that he can take Mike into the heat of his mouth, and Mike groans at the tight wet cavern now enveloping his cock.
Will starts bobbing down on his dick, the hand that had been playing with Mike’s balls coming up to grip and stroke at the base to cover what he couldn’t fit in. In the almost-year they’ve been together, Will had gotten considerably better at taking Mike in his mouth, especially if one takes into account the difficulty he had in the beginning, given Mike’s size. Practice makes perfect, as they say, and Mike was always more than willing to help out his boyfriend.
Will makes sure to swirl his tongue all over Mike’s cock, getting everything as slick as possible with his saliva. His eyes are closed as he continues moving his head back and forth, and he’s letting out all these pleasant little hums, like he’s the one getting pleasured here. Like he already gets so much out of having Mike’s dick in his mouth. Mike’s just fucking loving it, loves how much Will adores his cock, loves how much he can provide it to Will, whenever he wants it.
Instinctively, Mike’s hand drifts securely over Will’s head. The next time Will sinks down onto his cock, without even thinking about it, Mike pushes him down, allowing his tip to hit the back of Will’s throat.
Will’s shut eyes fly open and he pulls off, coughing into his hand. Mike’s own eyes widen, and he finds himself stammering immediately. “Shit, fuck, Will, sorry, I’m sorry, jeez, I–”
“Mike, shut up.”
Mike blinks at the command, but falls silent instantly. Will’s stopped coughing and is now gazing up at him, lips puffy and red. His eyes have a new, manic glint in them, and Mike feels a shiver run down his spine as Will leans forward, mouth brushing gently over the tip of Mike’s cock.
The silence lingers for one, two, three beats, and then–
“... Do it again, please,” Will mumbles, warm breath fanning over Mike’s slit.
Mike stares at him, jaw open, for a few seconds not even comprehending what Will just said. He thinks his brain’s turned to mush, or perhaps it’s just that all the blood in his head is rushing back to his dick. “What?” he whispers, his voice sounding faint even to his own ears. “What did you say?”
Will blushes, and instead of answering, goes back to licking up-and-down the underside of Mike’s length. He looks up at Mike with pleading eyes, bottom lip stuck out in a pout.
It’s clear that he’s too embarrassed to repeat himself, so Mike threads his fingers back in Will's hair, tugging just a little to make him gasp, make his pupils dilate. “You’re gonna have to say it again for me, Will.”
“Mike,” he whines out. “Please, don’t make me beg–”
He tugs Will’s hair again, this time a little harder. Will moans, falling forward to suckle again around Mike’s tip, licking up all the pre-come leaking there, like having it all in his mouth would pacify him.
Mike sighs. He uses his hand to push back the bangs on Will’s forehead, while also taking it as an opportunity to gently force Will off his dick. “Sweetheart, I know it’s hard for you to talk ‘cuz you just want me to fill up your mouth again, but I need you to tell me what you want, okay?” He says it slowly and carefully, like he’s trying to ensure that Will’s cockdrunk brain can understand what he’s talking about.
Will’s face turns even more crimson. He gazes down at his lap for a few seconds, trying to rearrange his thoughts into a coherent sentence. Finally, he glances back up at Mike.
“Can you… maybe… fuck my face, Mike?” he pleads, his right hand coming up to loosely pump Mike’s dick. Though his words started off slow and unsure, it eventually turned into pitiful, fast-paced whines. “I want it so bad, I–I need it. Please, can you?”
Mike chokes a little, not expecting such a pitiful or blunt admission. “You sure, Will?” he asks, hesitating just for a split second.
Will nods at him, both hands wrapping around the back of Mike’s thighs. “I’m sure,” he answers. “I’ll pinch you if I need you to stop.”
Mike’s about to open his mouth, to – he doesn’t know, protest maybe, or talk about a little more? But Will’s looking up at him so pathetically that he just has to oblige. (Damn him. He’s a weak man.)
“Okay, baby,” he agrees, and he revels in the fact that Will lets out a small cry of pure relief.
Mike wraps a hand around himself and guides his dick closer to Will’s waiting mouth, already slack-open, watering and hungry. Mike traces the head over Will’s lips, smearing pre-come all over, and loving the way Will’s breath hitches at the sensation. Will sticks out his pink tongue, and Mike tilts up his dick smack against it.
“You ready, Will?” he murmurs.
“Mhmm, mhmm,” Will whimpers, so eager, so cock-hungry that he’s not even bothering with proper words.
But this keenness is what makes Mike finally feed his dick inside, and Will sighs in contentment at having his mouth once again occupied. The hand that had been on his dick goes back to the top of Will’s head, ready to guide Will onto choking on his cock.
He starts off gently, keeping his thrusts slow and shallow at first, testing Will’s limits, never wanting to hurt him. But even though he’s keeping everything light so far, Will’s already moaning at the sheer fullness of it all. The sound vibrates all over Mike’s dick, causing his hips to stutter and his cock to jerk deeper inside Will’s mouth.
Instead of sputtering or coughing like Mike had expected, Will raises his eyebrows at him and suctions his mouth to provide that extra tightness, remembering to lick his tongue against the vein lining on the underside in the way that drives Mike crazy. Will blinks at Mike, fluttery eyelashes sending him a message – Do it harder . Don’t stop.
Mike groans as his patience finally snaps. He moves his hips forward while also forcing Will’s head onto his cock. The sound and sight of Will gagging on his length but refusing to pull off because it’s just too good – they’re now both his favorite things in the world, he thinks.
He keeps up a steady rhythm of pistoning his hips, gliding his cock deeper and deeper down Will’s relaxed throat. The hand that’s not on Will’s head moves forward to touch the wall in order to steady Mike. The velvety feeling of the back of Will’s throat only makes Mike roll his eyes to the back of his head, makes him chase that feeling over and over with each thrust into his boyfriend’s mouth. His heavy balls slap against Will’s chin as he keeps fucking his cock in that tight wet heat, and if they had a mirror, Mike could probably see the imprint of his heavy length pressed against Will’s throat. Mike’s sure his face is mottled and sweaty as his movements accelerate, losing himself to the pleasure of it all.
Will’s looking no better. In fact, he looks completely debauched. His eyelids are thick and heavy and his pupils are blown-out as he delights in every fuck he accepts into his mouth, his plump lips spread wide open to accommodate the size of Mike’s large cock. His hands grip tightly on the back of Mike’s thighs for balance, and Mike’s sure the fingerprints will still be there by tomorrow. Will whines as he’s forced to deepthroat Mike, forced to accept each brutal thrust. One particularly strong moan comes out of him as he’s pushed forward enough that his sharp nose is pressed against Mike’s wiry pubes, and he has to breathe through his nostrils so that he doesn’t lose consciousness from lack of oxygen.
Gags and chokes and wet gurgles coming from deep within his throat escape Will as he’s getting his face properly fucked. His face is flushed red, his mouth is starting to overflow with saliva and pre-come down his chin, and oh – oh. There it is. That glorious thing Mike had been waiting for. The tears that had been prickling in the corner of his hazel eyes are now somewhat coming out, paper-thin streams falling down his cheeks as Mike continues to treat Will like just a personal toy to get his dick wet.
Seeing Will’s tears makes Mike’s cock twitch, and he feels the white-hot cramp of pleasure begin to ramp up. But he doesn’t want to finish here. Not like this, when he still has so much he wants to do.
So, with just the slightest hint of regret, he tugs at Will’s head so that it’s moved backwards and pops off his cock. It bounces a little after the pull-out and the tip smacks against Will’s lips, and Will instinctively mewls with impatience and tries to chase after it with his wet mouth.
“Stop, that’s enough,” Mike grunts, hand firmly pushing around his boyfriend’s messed-up, sweaty bangs.
“W–wha–” Will sputters, gasping for air while also trying to figure out why Mike had stopped him. Using the heel of his palm, Will wipes away what little tears are still on his face.
Mike takes pity on him, so he quickly helps Will stand up to his feet, steadying him when he wobbles a little, coordination clumsy after just getting his face fucked like that. Mike licks his lips when he sees the bulge in Will’s pants, straining with a visible outline and threatening to break the metal zipper.
“I stopped because I didn’t wanna come yet,” Mike whispers, leaning down to press slow, open-mouthed kisses all over Will’s throat – where his dick had just been leaving imprints in. “And… because I wanna fuck you. Right now. Will you let me, Will? Let me fuck you just like you deserve?”
“Yes,” Will breathes out, whatever petulance he had about no longer being able to suck Mike off evaporating at the promise of getting fucked. “Please, oh please, Mike, need your cock inside me so bad, need it to stretch out my hole…”
Mike smiles at him. He finally kicks off his boxers and sweatpants that had pooled at his feet, before he quickly leads the both of them to their shared double bed. He pushes Will so that his back hits the mattress first, and Will’s staring up at him all wide-eyed and legs spread, patiently waiting for Mike’s next demand.
“Sweetheart, can you take off your clothes and then get on your hands and knees for me?” Mike asks, keeping his voice low and husky and melodic, just the way that Will likes.
Will nods breathlessly, and in record time he pulls off his shirt, shoes and socks, jeans, and underwear – everything, basically – and he throws them all haphazardly onto their bedroom floor. Then he rearranges himself on the bed so that arms are folded just above his head, his face is pressed into the mattress, and his ass is sticking up into the air. He wiggles it impatiently, and Mike groans when he sees the skin ripple and bounce.
“Fuck,” he mutters, and he takes his shirt and socks off as well, making it join the mountain of clothes below them. He opens their bedside drawer to grab the lube, not even bothering to close it back shut.
Mike gets on the bed and kneels behind Will, straddling his smooth legs. Mike brings up one hand to caress Will’s ass, loving the way the large cheek seems to fit perfectly in his large palm. Like Will’s ass was perfectly designed to be held, touched, fucked by Mike.
He places both hands on each cheek and squeezes roughly, fascinated by the fact that when he spreads Will’s ass, it also stretches out his tight pink hole and exposes it to cool air, making it flutter. Will gasps, legs kicking weakly behind him.
“Mike, stop teasing ,” he whimpers, voice muffled by the mattress.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he murmurs apologetically – and he is, really. He just gets distracted whenever he gets to touch Will like this. “Your ass is just too fucking good.”
Mike licks his lips again, mouth watering at the idea of eating Will out. But he’s much too worked up to give Will’s ass the proper love and tongue-fucking it deserves, so he pledges to dedicate proper time to it the next time they have sex.
For now, though, Mike pops off the cap of the lube, spreading it over two of his fingers and rubbing them together to get it warm – Will doesn’t complain but he always shudders whenever it’s too cold, and Mike would do anything to minimize his discomfort. He puts the bottle beside him and places his dry hand on Will’s left cheek, spreading it wide for easy access.
Typically he starts off with one finger, probing it inside Will and twisting it around before he adds the second. But Mike’s dick is so hard it’s aching , and his brain is clouded with nothing but lust and thoughts about satiating said lust. So this time around, he decides to just shove in both fingers right off the bat.
Will lets out a strangled cry at the intrusion, and Mike pauses, hesitation creeping over him at his impulsive decision. He’s about to say sorry when Will breaks into another moan, impatiently wiggling his ass. “Mike, what are you doing? Why’d you stop?” he whispers, sounding offended. “Please keep going, please, please–”
An almost primal sort of noise rips out of Mike’s mouth. Will’s complete and utter desperation to get fucked, to get his greedy hole filled , causes Mike waves and waves of pleasure all on its own. “Fuck yeah, Will, I’ll give it to you,” he growls, and then he begins pumping his slick digits in and out.
Will groans as Mike doesn’t bother going slow and steady at first, but has skipped to roughly and firming fucking his fingers inside, scissoring and curling them. Will’s so tight around him, so hot , and it’s like his hole can’t stop sucking him in, like it could do this forever.
Mike briefly pulls out to lube up his other fingers. Will mewls at the loss, hating how his hole feels so empty. But his sulking is cut off as soon as Mike sinks back inside, this time with three digits. Mike leans over Will’s tan back speckled with moles, supporting himself with one hand on the mattress, as he continues finger-fucking his boyfriend with his other hand. His mouth finds Will’s neck and shoulders, leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses and bites that will surely turn to bruises come morning.
Meanwhile, Will’s taking everything like a certified champ. The moans and whines that come out of his mouth seem almost endless, spilling over his lips like an unimpeded waterfall of pleasure. When Mike fucks his fingers forward, Will throws his ass back on them, just so eager for more, more, more. “Mm, yeah, just like that, Mike, I need it, need it so bad–”
Mike grits his teeth, trying his hardest not to come on the spot from Will’s filthy babbling. He curves his fingers just a little, for that shift in angle, and oh, there it is. He knows that he’s hit that little bundle of nerves when he hears Will’s sharp intake of breath, and the way he starts panting and his groans get louder, more high-pitched.
“There! Right there, Mike!” he screams, and Mike can see how Will’s nails are digging into his own forearms, how his toes curl from the pleasure. “Oh, fuck, baby, please, there, ngh, hah, don’t stop, I’m begging you Mike, oh, oh–”
Mike keeps thrusting his fingers at that angle, grazing Will’s prostate again and again. Will squirms under the fast-paced brutal movements, and Mike can hear the choked-out little cries that leave his mouth, almost as if he’s trying to hide it.
That won’t do. Mike adds a fourth finger, and he smiles against Will’s shoulder as he finally gets to hear Will gasp before sobbing out, “Mike! Mike, oh my god, ah, fuck–”
Mike sees how Will’s hips are falling out of rhythm, and correctly deduces that if he keeps it up, Will’s going to come. That won’t do, either. So just as quickly as he shoved them in, he yanks his fingers out his hole. He bites his bottom lip to hold back a moan at how Will’s hole flutters and gapes in the absence of something to fill it up and keep its greediness satiated.
Will’s still sputtering and trying to catch his breath, so Mike takes this time to gently guide him onto his back and place a pillow underneath his hips. He kneels and settles in between Will’s spread legs, which are already trembling from exertion.
“So pretty, baby,” Mike murmurs. “Always so pretty.”
Will softly moans at that, eyelids thick with the haze of lust. Mike spreads the leftover lube on his fingers all over his dick, which is already leaking excitedly with pre-come. He then wraps his hand around his base as he shifts closer and closer, the head of his cock slapping and circling over Will’s slick, puffy rim.
“ Hngh – oh – Mike,” Will mewls, hips starting to sway frantically as he chases after the feeling of his boyfriend’s dick. “Stop – stop teasing, you’re so mean.”
“I’m just trying to pace myself, sweetheart,” he tells him, gently, but is cut off by another one of Will’s petulant whines.
“But I don’t want that!” Will retorts hotly, which causes even Mike to be startled.
The surprise only lasts for a split second, though, before Mike’s eyes darken completely. He doesn’t know exactly the whys of it – best to be unpacked later – but something about Will’s adamant refusal at what Mike’s trying to offer, and the way that Will’s so vocal about wanting what specifically gives him pleasure – it all sparks a raging fire in the pit of his stomach.
“Oh, is that it?” Mike growls as he shifts his hips forward, the tip popping through Will’s rim with little resistance. So hungry, so filthy, Will. “Fine, then, I’ll give you what you want.”
With that, Mike grabs Will by the inner knees and pushes them up so that Will is entirely spread open. He then sheathes himself completely inside Will’s wet, wanting hole, bottoming out right away. He groans at the sensation, fingers already digging into Will’s thighs.
The shout Will lets out, meanwhile, is almost animalistic . His hands come up to find purchase on Mike’s freckled shoulders or his arms. But that’s all the time Mike gives him to adjust, for as soon as Will barely gets his grip, Mike pulls out barely halfway, before slamming back in, causing Will’s eyes to roll to the back of his head as he gasps in sheer delight. “ Fuck, yes, Mike!”
Mike then starts harshly pounding into him, setting a brutal pace right from the beginning. Despite being laid flat on the mattress with his boyfriend pinning him down, Will can’t help but bounce and jolt with each new thrust, little moans also getting punched out of his lungs at the rough, ceaseless fucking.
“There you go, baby,” Mike hisses between his teeth, both from the mind-boggling pleasure of just fucking into Will like this, and from the smarting pain of Will’s nails bluntly scratching over his arms. “Taking me so well, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mike, fuck, it’s so good,” Will stutters out, and the bright, pretty flush spread over his face is just another testament to how much he’s enjoying this.
The next time Mike lowers himself to change the angle, it also forces Will’s legs back, too. Will’s arches his spine off the bed as a high-pitched moan comes out of his mouth, unimpeded. “Mike! Oh my god, right there!” he nearly shrieks. Mike grins and continues aiming at that special spot, loving the way Will’s cries crescendo. His nails only dig in harder into Mike’s flesh – but that makes Mike just love it even more. This perfect meld of pain and pleasure – nothing else can ever quite measure up to it.
He dips down to kiss Will, who responds enthusiastically if not sloppily, tongue just eagerly responding to Mike’s careful, controlled movements. If Mike lets his eyelids slide shut, all he can hear is the abundantly wet, squelching sounds of himself fucking into his boyfriend’s tight, hot ass, splitting him wide open on his large cock. All he can hear is the way his balls repeatedly smack against Will’s slippery taint. And if he really listens, really pays attention, he can also hear the sound of… sniffling?
Mike’s eyes immediately snap open to stare at his boyfriend. Will is no longer holding onto his forearms, but rather, he is covering his eyes with both hands. But Will’s left his mouth visible, and Mike can see the way his pretty-pink lips tremble and quiver.
Mike did not just spend the last hour being comforted about his kink for Will crying only for Will to hide it from him when it was actually happening. Call him selfish, but it’s true. Why, how could Will even think of covering up such beauty? This should be a crime of the highest penalty – or something like that. Whatever it is, Mike doesn’t like it. And Mike intends to remedy that straight away.
Without warning, Mike grabs both of Will’s arms using one large hand, and then pins it above his boyfriend’s head. The leg that that hand had been holding falls bent on the mattress. Will lets out a strangled yelp, thrashing his body around to throw him off, but Mike keeps his grip firm and iron-clad.
“M-Mike, w-what, what are you – oh , ngh – doing?” he blubbers, looking up at Mike with glossy doe eyes.
“You’re holding back,” he states simply, staring pointedly at the unshed tears in Will’s eyes. “And I don’t want you to do that. I want you to feel what you’re feeling, and to let me know how you feel. That I’m fucking you so good. ” He breathes in, before blinking down sweetly at the beautiful boy below him. “Aren’t I making you feel good, Will?”
Will blinks right back at him, before biting his bottom lip, struggling with himself to put out an answer. That’s okay – Mike can coax one right out of him. He grinds out a dirty, slow thrust aimed directly at Will’s prostate, and just as desired, Will moans loudly from the feeling, especially as Mike has yet to pull back, his cock still pressed against that bundle of nerves.
“F-Fuck, Mike,” he gasps out, and one or two tears fall down his face, but that’s still not enough – not when Mike knows there’s so much more.
He leans down, and, while maintaining eye-contact, laps up the stray tears. It’s salty, but Mike finds that he doesn’t care one bit, not when it makes Will inhale sharply at the sensation, torso shaking as he’s nearing his breaking point–
Mike moves back up, and his voice is soft – so, so soft – as he urges, “Just let go for me, Will. Let it all out.”
Will gasps – and just like that, whatever dam that he’d built up to suppress his emotions breaks, and everything breaks loose. There’s nothing that stops the fat tears from rolling down his face endlessly, covering nearly every inch of his cheeks. His voice is raw and scratchy as he cries out, “Mike! Please, Mike, please fuck me!”
Mike grins, ecstatic to finally be rewarded with the sight of his boyfriend openly sobbing in front of him. Still keeping Will’s hands pinned overhead, Mike withdraws his hips before ramming right back in, already back to pounding brutally against Will’s prostate.
He revels in this, all of this – the slick noises bouncing off their bedroom walls, the way he’s abusing and spreading Will’s tight hole, and Will’s incessant keening of “Oh, oh Mike, that’s so good” and “Yeah, fuck Mike, right there, keep going” and “ I love you, baby, fuck, fuck yeah, you’re fucking me so well.” Everything he’s saying, everything he’s showing to let Mike know exactly just how good he’s making him feel.
Mike can feel the way Will’s hot insides clench at his cock, and that coupled with Will’s passionately tearful expression and open wails sends Mike nearer and nearer to the blissful edge.
“Are you close, Will?” he asks shakily as his thrusts beginning to fall out of coordination – which he tries to make up for by fucking even harder, deeper.
“Y- yeah, Mike, you’re bringing me so close.” Will’s bottom lip pops out in a semblance of a pout as he begins to plead, “Please let go of my hands, I – I need to touch myself, s-so fucking close, oh, oh –”
Mike surreptitiously looks down, and indeed, he sees that Will’s cock is cherry-red and so wet , leaking pre-come all over his stomach. It looks like Will hadn’t even so much as touched it this whole time, and the thought of that – that Will tried to put Mike’s pleasure first over his – makes him fucking dizzy with desire.
Mike hums, raising an eyebrow at Will. “Really? So if I stop pinning your hands, you won’t go back to covering your face?”
“N-no, Mike!” he begs, hazel eyes flashing wildly. Mike’s still holding onto one of Will’s legs with his unoccupied hand, and he can feel it trembling in his grasp. “I promise, I won’t hide it anymore, not ever , I’ll never do it again.” Mike gasps slightly at Will’s babbled-out promise, but his boyfriend only mindlessly continues, “So please, please let me touch myself –”
Addicted to Will’s total desperation, Mike lets out a primal snarl and finally releases his hold on Will’s hands. Will cries out a series of reverent thank yous as he finally gets to wrap his fingers around his achingly hard cock, stroking it up and down rapidly as he chases release. Mike simply goes back to holding Will’s bent legs by the inner knees, and just pounding incessantly into his boyfriend’s abused hole.
The cacophony of sounds in their bedroom – the mattress squeaking, the bedframe shaking, their lewd fucking, and of course, Will’s shrill crying – is without question deafening , and Mike almost pities the neighbors who are almost 100% hearing all of this through the apartment complex’s thin, shitty walls.
The key word here being almost. Mike leans back down so that his mouth brushes near Will’s sensitive ear. His brain-to-mouth filter is completely gone at this point, and nothing’s stopping him from letting Will know the dirtiest things running around in his mind.
“Do you know how loud you’re being right now?” he whispers in a low-pitched voice that always gets Will whimpering. “Everyone in this apartment building can probably hear you. How you’re being so filthy, how you’re fucking wailing from getting fucked wide open on my cock. I hope they can hear you, Will. I hope they can hear how good I’m making you feel.”
Will stiffen, as those words are what finally push him over. He nearly screams as his cock starts shooting out spurts of come all over his stomach and reaching up to his chest, covering nearly his entire torso with white release. His orgasm lasts for a full thirty seconds, and by the end of it when he’s taking his hand off his dick, his whole body is quivering.
Will is especially sensitive after coming, so usually during the moments where Will comes and Mike hasn’t, Mike usually pulls out and then jerks himself off until his spend joins Will’s on his chest. So he takes his hands off Will’s legs, letting them drop onto the mattress, and he’s about to take his dick out, but is immediately stopped by a shrill “Wait!” barreling out of Will’s mouth.
Mike looks at him inquisitively, not knowing what exactly is happening right now. He watches Will swallow nervously, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, before he lifts his legs and wraps them around Mike’s waist.
“J-Just keep going until you finish,” he stutters out, and when Mike does nothing but gape at him, he frustratedly snaps, “M-Mike! C-Can you hear me?! Just fuck me already!”
Will’s impatience gets the best of him, and he starts grinding backward to start the motion. That’s enough to break Mike out of his shock. Gritting his teeth and bobbing his head in a shallow nod, Mike shoves his cock back deep inside Will, before resuming his break-neck pace, forcing Will to take him until he goes back to wailing and sobbing – this time much louder, with the added oversensitivity of his hole.
“S-Such a good boy for me, W-Will,” Mike spits out, never ceasing his rough movements. He’s dropped down to hold himself up on his elbows, and their chests are rubbing against each other as he thrusts into Will’s tight ass. Mike’s face is so close to his that he can see in detail the individual tear stains on Will’s cheeks. “Letting me use your body to get off, even when you’re – ngh, f–fuck! – fucking weak for it already. Just a toy f-for me, aren’t you? Something, oh , ugh, I can come in whenever I want?”
It’s not even words that come out of Will’s mouth anymore in response. It’s a series of wet gurgles and chokes and sobs as the tears continue to pour down, and Mike can barely resist the urge to lick them off, in all their salty goodness. Will’s eyes keep rolling to the back of his head as his hole continues getting pounded into, and his nails scratch red lines all over Mike’s pale back. Drool and spit collect in the corner of his lips, and his face is the definition of too much and fucked-out – and yet, Will’s still accepting whatever’s done to him, even if it hurts, as long as it can please Mike.
And oh, Mike wishes he could last just a little longer, to really draw out all the ways he can overstimulate Will, make him weep even harder than he is right now. But for him, everything is too much as well – the intoxicating scents of sweat and come, the addictive sounds of fucking and crying, the feeling of his cock slamming into Will that can be replicated by no other.
“Oh fuck , W-Will, I – I’m coming!”
The white-hot burst of pleasure overtakes his senses, and Mike throws his head back with a loud cry as he feels himself pumping into Will’s greedy hole, filling him up with his thick come. Will chokes out one last sob at the warm feeling of his guts getting flooded by his boyfriend’s seed.
Mike gently keeps rocking into Will so that he could fuck his release deeper and deeper inside him. Eventually though, Mike’s arms which had been propping him up give out, and he flops down onto his boyfriend, though he’s careful not to crush him under his body.
When he looks at Will’s face and sees the wet tear tracks all over, he brings his hands up to wipe them away, kissing his cheek after each thumb stroke. “That was wonderful, Will,” he says, openly and honestly. “You did so well for me. So good of you to just let me keep on going like that. And I’m so, so proud of you that you let yourself go.”
And okay, maybe that last sentence was a little mushy – but Mike doesn’t care. He wears his sappiness like a badge of honor, and he could spend the rest of his life complimenting his boyfriend like this. Letting Will know how amazing it is to fuck him. Letting Will know how amazing he is, period.
“Mhmm…” Will hums slowly, like he’s barely even registering what Mike’s saying, especially if Mike’s going off of how completely and utterly cockdrunk he looks. It’s absolutely adorable.
“I like that,” Will whispers. “Wanna be good for you…”
“You always are, Will,” he assures him, placing a chaste kiss on his lips, which Will reciprocates with enthusiasm. “I love you so much.”
“Love you too…”
Mike keeps kissing and caressing Will all over his face, until his now-soft cock kind of starts stinging from how long it’s been inside Will. He moves up so that he’ll be able to pull out, and he’s halfway through when–
“Stop!” A desperate, shrill cry rings right next to his ear, causing Mike to flinch.
Mike can’t hold back his choke as Will reaches his hands down to his boyfriend’s ass and actually pushes him back inside, so that his crotch remains firmly pressed against Will’s taint.
“Will, what – what are you doing, I’m – my dick’s done,” Mike wheezes out in confusion.
Will’s face is full of panic, as if he himself doesn’t know the reason as to why he acted that way. But then, Mike watches as he breathes in and out, trying to calm himself down a little. Then, Will schools his features into a sniffling pout, looking up at Mike with teary eyes and long, fluttery eyelashes.
“I’m sorry, baby, I just need you in me all the time,” he whimpers, voice raw and wobbling and watery. “You can do that for me, right? Give me a reward for being a good boy for you?”
He wiggles his hips and adds in another sniffle for good measure, and – shit. Mike’s cock jerks in excitement, as if it just hadn’t spent the last hour or so achingly hard and fucking deep inside his boyfriend. That’s so not fair. Will, that little minx, is already weaponizing Mike’s kink against him.
But then again, who is he to deny such a request? Especially from such a beautiful boy? Mike just nods mutely and thrusts back in, all the way to the hilt. Will sighs in contentment from being stuffed, a lazy, pleased smile crossing over his features, and though Mike’s also happy for him – happy that he can make Will smile like that – he also holds back a silent groan at the new realization running around his head.
Fuck, he’s just created a monster.