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“Absolutely not, Wheeler!” Steve said sharply, his eyes piercing Mike. “There’s no way I’m lending you my car!”
“Come on, Steve, please! It’s really important,” Mike pleaded. “You won’t even notice I drove it. Just please.”
“Wheeler, you just got your license two months ago, and I’m definitely not about to let you take my car,” Steve replied firmly. “What do you even need it for?”
From the way Steve looked at him, Mike knew there was no getting around it. He had to tell the truth.
“It’s for Will and me,” he started slowly. “We’ve been together for almost seven months now. Right after we defeated Vecna, things started to settle down. But, with my family out of the hospital, everything’s been hectic. We haven’t really had a chance to just,— be together.”
He paused, then continued. “I wanted to take him out on a date—go to the movies, grab something to eat afterward. I wanted it to be special, so I thought maybe I could borrow your car for one night.”
Steve looked him over, then handed him the keys. “If I find even the tiniest scratch, you’re dead, Wheeler.”
The humidity swirling around them on the walk to Steve's car clings to Mike's skin, his hands feeling sticky as he reaches for the passenger door handle and opens it for Will.
A moment later, he slides into the driver’s seat of Steve’s battered 1983 BMW—Steve insists it’s vintage; Mike says it’s just old—its body dipping slightly under their weight.
They’ve just left the movie theater, where they watched some film neither of them really cared about. The sun slowly sinks below the horizon, casting the evening sky in hues of orange and red.
Mike glances over at Will. “You hungry?” he asks. “Want to grab something to eat?”
Will shakes his head. “No, I’m not really hungry. The popcorn keeps me full,” he replies looking at the setting sun.
“Ok, where do you wanna go next?” Mike’s voice pulls him back to the moment, and he turns to watch how the setting sun’s glow lights up Mike’s face. They’re on the main roads now, and Mike’s lips are pursed in concentration. He briefly looks away from the road to meet Will’s gaze.
“Surprise me,” Will says.
“We’re here.”
Will looks up from the radio, where he just switchetd to another radio station, glancing out his windows to see that Mike has brought them to some field on top of a hill, overlooking the city. The sun has now fully set, leaving them in indigo darkness.
“Did you bring me here to kill me?”
“Yeah, watch your back Will,” he says, tone dripping with sarcasm. He stalls the car near the very back of the road, shutting off the engine but keeping the car on so soft music continues to flow out through the speakers.
Mike reaches into the backseat, grabbing the two icy cans he packed for them. “Cherry or lime?” he asks, holding them both toward his boyfriend.
Will seems to contemplate it for a moment, eventually choosing the cherry soda, and cracking the tab open with a crisp snap.
They both unbuckle their seatbelts, sitting in comfortable silence, sipping on their respective drinks. It’s quiet out here, with the windows cracked open and soft instrumental wafting around through Will's ears. He takes a moment to look around, eyes catching on the flickering city lights in the distance.
“I’ve never been here before,” Will mutters, fingers getting wet thanks to the dripping condensation of the soda.
“That’s ‘cause it’s on the other side of the city,” Mike starts, "Nancy told me about this. Apparently it's a good spot for stargazing."
It’s quiet again.
Sometimes quiet is nice, other times Will feels as if he’s drowning, a tidal wave pulling him underwater with the sounds of the ocean filling his ears. The silence that comes with the night usually allows for his thoughts to blare alarms in his dizzying head.
“Mike?” he asks, desperate to clear the dense smoke that sits between them. He speaks before he can think, the remnants of sleepless nights and nightmares, lulling forward the urgency in his voice. “Do you think if you hadn’t talked to me all those years ago on the slings, we’d still be friends?”
Mike doesn’t hesitate. “I think we would have found each other eventually.”
Will tilts his head, squinting. “What do you mean?”
Mike sets his drink in the cup holder, shifting in his seat. His back is pressed to the inside of the car door, left leg bending close to his chest as the other situates underneath him; he’s facing Will–blind-sighted by the gentle caress of limelight that hovers pale skin and unearths all his hidden features.
“I just–” He pauses for a brief second. “I just think that in all the dimensions that exist, you and I are always somehow gonna end up together.”
The words cause a warm feeling to expand in Will's chest. “Different dimensions, huh?” he asks.
“Mhm.” Mike hums.
Will looks at him, admiring the soft glow of the moon that dance across a, sharp face. Mike's eyes look brighter in the dark.
“Tell me about these dimensions, Mike.”
His friend laughs, a whisper of an exhale breathed from his crooked nose.
“Well for starters,” Mike begins, “the dimension where we became friends in kindergarten and had to fight an evil multidimensional entity and somehow we end up in a relationship–”
Will interjects his opinion. “Hey, that’s this one.”
“and we meet up,- shut up Idiot.” Mike laughs softly. "every week, to play d&d with the rest of the group.
Will giggles behind his fist, his other hand motioning vaguely and beckoning Mike to continue.
“Then, there’s the dimension where I never talked to you on that sling,” he pauses, and Will wonders if it’s just for dramatic effect or if Mike is just wracking his brain for the right words. “I think in that one, you’d find your way to me eventually. Maybe we would join the same party at some point or maybe we'd meet at the Arcade." he smiles. “Either way, you’d be here.”
The corners of Will's lips curve upwards, parting slightly with gleams of white shining behind pink. He turns to look at Mike, who is already watching him intently. Without hesitation, Will leans in and presses a quick, confident kiss to Mike's lips.
There’s a strong grip on his elbow, rough and calloused fingers digging into tender skin, and suddenly Will is falling forward, teeth knocking with Mike's as he meets him halfway and slots their lips together.
Will is melting into Mike’s touch, sighing against honey-dripped lips. Mike kisses him with fervour, hunger evident in the way he pulls Will closer, chests pressed together as Will lays awkwardly across the passenger seat.
He feels large hands latch onto his waist, the force of them manhandling him into the black haired's lap, position unyielding as Will tries to clamber onto Mike's seat.
The blaring sound of the car horn detaches the two, Will startling with a gasp and hitting his head on the roof of the car.
“Ow,” he mumbles, rubbing his sore crown and sitting back in his own chair.
He looks at Mike again, all dazed expressions and drunken giggles cascading through the thick and heavy air.
“Are you okay?” Mike's head falls back, laughing.
“For many reasons, yeah.”
Will doesn’t waste another second, he closes the gap between the two, meeting soft lips once again and enjoying the tingling feeling he gets in his head.
A wet tongue prods at his bottom lip, and suddenly Mike is licking into him, exploring the roof of his mouth and the gaps behind his teeth. Will sighs into it, reaching a hand to cup freckled cheeks, the other around Mike’s neck.
Mike wraps both arms around Will’s waist, pulling him flush to his chest, the position straining both their backs.
“Can we move to the back?” Mike mumbles, lips still pressed to Will's own.
Will nods, already extracting his limbs from where they grasp onto Mike. Though it was Mike's idea, he doesn’t let go of him, merely nuzzling his nose in the crook of Will’s neck and pressing light kisses up the column of his throat.
Will giggles, the sweet sensation turning ticklish as Mike laughs against his skin.
“Mike,” he whines, “come on, let me go.”
“I don’t ever want to let you go.”
He reciprocates the embrace, tapping Mike on the shoulder when the position gets too uncomfortable. “Uh, you said you wanted to…” he trails off, the implication of the words sitting heavy on his tongue.
Finally, Mike pulls away, a wide grin plastered on his face.
“Mhm.”
They step out of the car, Will's legs wobbling under the humid, unlit ocean above their heads. With a heavy foot, he makes his way to the back doors, hands shaking as they wrap around the handle.
Mike is already inside, shaggy black hair barely discernible through the tint. Will looks at himself through the distempered reflective glass. Though slightly obscured, he catches a glimpse of the red paint dusting his cheeks.
Calm down, Will. You don’t need to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. Not tonight.
He takes a deep breath, warm air filling his lungs like smoke on a tepid summer's day, and opens the door.
Mike gives him a shy smile, the smallest gesture of a wave when George sits. Mike took the middle seat, so no matter what, Will was pressed against his side, warmth extracted to his own body.
“Hi,” Will says sheepishly.
“Hi,” Mike replies, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. He slides a timid hand over to Will, resting it on the brunet’s upper thigh.
It feels heavy–meaningful–where Mike touches him. An innocent foreshadow for what’s to come. Will's breaths are coming out shaky, nerves buzzing at an all-time high.
Mike leans in once again, melding their lips together in a cherry-lime embrace. Will presses forwards, a tentative hand wrapping around Mike's neck, tilting his head to further deepen the kiss.
Mike's tongue returns, eager this time, the slick sounds of spit being exchanged as they press their mouths together. He kisses Will for all that it’s worth, bringing him closer and placing reserved hands on his waist.
Will tenses, finger clutching in black hair, and pulling just a little too hard for the action to be provocative. It doesn’t go unnoticed by any of them.
“Will?” he asks, drawing back. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“I-” he pauses, searching his brain for the right words. “It’s just– I’ve never, like…” he trails off, praying Mike understands the implications of words, not wanting to speak them aloud.
Mike's face switches expressions, realization dawning behind his gaze and he lets go of Will's waist in favour of holding his hand.
"Will, we don't have to do anything tonight."
He cuts off, tightening his hold around alabaster knuckles. “It’s okay to be nervous, I'm nervous. This is all new to me. I mean, I have a-“ he cuts himself off to take a shaky breath. “I have an idea of what to do.”
“Oh, great.” Will winces, wine spilled all over his cheeks as he drops his gaze down to his lap. He shakes his head. “No, I... I trust you... And I want to experience this with you.”
Mike's breath hitches, the sound spurring Will to look at his boyfriend and search for his teetering smile.
He doesn’t know what Mike thinks, what’s coursing through his mind. All he knows is that one second, he’s trembling in his seat, and the next–Mike has his hands on his thighs and he’s being seated in the Mike's lap.
Mike's lips are on his again, only for a second before he trails open-mouthed kisses down the expanse of Will's neck.
“Is this okay?” he asks against a marble throat, the vibrations making Will's head spin.
“Mhm,” Will breathes, head tilting back to allow for more contact.
Mike nods, soft moans falling past lime-drunken lips as his boyfriend sucks small bruises on pale flesh.
When Mike simultaneously bites his neck whilst bucking his hips up, Will fucking whimpers , pulling away momentarily to press their foreheads together.
“‘M sorry,” Will whispers. “We don’t have to go any further. I’m just having a hard time controlling myself around you.”
Will's breath gets caught in his throat at the admission. “Then don’t.”
Without any time to spare, Mike is crashing his lips back onto Will’s, a muffled gasp escaping him at the ferocity of it.
Mike kisses him gently, heavy, passionately, all wrapped up into one to make Will's entire body go lax. Mike bites at his lip, scraping his teeth along the skin of Will's mouth until it snaps back into place with a soft plop .
The brunet buries his face in Mike’s neck, panting against hot tanned flesh while large hands roam the expanse of his body.
“Take this off for me?” he hears Mike ask, fingers playing with the hem of his t-shirt.
He lifts his arms up, silently giving Mike permission to remove his article of clothing. It lands on the seat, sure to be forgotten about ‘till later.
He grinds against Mike, his cock growing heavy where it strains against his too-hot pants, for more reasons than one, he wants them off. But, he stays patient, rolling his hips onto Mike’s lap and drinking in the sensual ambiance.
Mike meets his thrusts, bucking his hips in time with Will, and pulling soft wines from the brunet’s throat.
The roll of his hips against Mike sends a turmoil of pleasure shooting through his body. His sounds are fanned against a tan neck, muffled by the cry of disparity and petty silence as he feels himself be pushed to the edge of his undoing. It’s almost pathetic in some strange sense of things.
“S-stop…‘m close,” he breathes, continuing his motions against Mike despite the begging.
He hears Mike laugh, low and teasing where it hits his ear. “Already? God, you really are desperate for someone to touch you.”
The words wrap around his brain, chilling him to his core and raising goose flesh on his frame. He shakes his head.
“No! Not- not anyone,” he mutters. “Has to be you.”
Mike groans, grips Will's naked torso with a strong hand, and places the other in coffee hair.
“Are you sure you wanna do this?”
Will whines, stilling his hips as Mike pulls him to face him eye-to-eye.
“Please Mike,” he begs, desperation lacing his tone whilst Mike gently cards fingers through his hair. “‘Wanna do this with you.”
He audibly hears Mike swallow for the second time that night, nerves clearly wracking the both of them as the idea of their “first time” presents itself.
Maybe it’s not the most ideal situation; the backseat of Steve’s shitty BMW, the scorching heat of the night beaming through the sun glider. But it’s them. It’s Mike and Will. It’s desperate touches and shy confessions, delicate breaths against the other’s lips in the peace the night brings, and Will wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Okay,” Mike finally says. “I wanna do this with you, too.”
Will smiles, all softness and adoration around the curve of his lips.
“Okay then.”
It’s kind of a hassle, getting undressed in a tiny car, clothing scattered across the leather bench. But they work around the subtle head butts, laughing in the comfort they share together when Will almost pokes Mike's eye out. And when they’re finally both undressed, Will sitting completely naked in Mike’s bare lap, they laugh some more.
He’s glad they can share moments like this; all shy lingering touches and nervous glances passed around like a torch. It’s serene, to have everything he’s ever wanted since his teenage years sitting in front of him, the moonlight doing wonders for his toned frame.
He feels Mike reach behind, a gentle hand resting on his ass. He kneads the tender skin with a soft palm, placing feather-light kisses on Will’s collarbones. Hooded lids close over umber eyes, long eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbones
“You’re so beautiful,” Mike mumbles against a dense patch of freckles.
There’s something in the way Mike calls him beautiful that brings him back, full-body shivers coursing through his veins and he opens his eyes to meet his partner. Mike is still staring, patient, a kind hand running up and down the expanse of Will's upper thighs.
He sighs, the corner of his lips curving upwards as Mike caresses every inch of his body.
Their cocks are laying together, hard and hot where they sit between their stomachs, and Will bucks his hips forward to feel a hint of friction. He gasps, the stimulation blasphemous, above all things, and striking a match deep within his abdomen.
He rolls his hips again, precum leaking onto Mike’s legs and landing in beads of pearlescent swirls.
Mike pulls him apart, a dry finger resting on Will’s entrance.
“Mike,” he breaths. He may not have ever done this before, but he knows the proper steps for preparation.
“Shh, I know.” Suddenly the intrusion is gone, fingers now pressing between his lips and pushing into the wetness of Will's mouth.
He doesn’t hesitate to swirl his tongue around the digit, soft moans escaping his throat with every lick he places on Mike's fingers.
When mike deems them slick enough, he brings them back behind Will, circling his rim and letting the wetness pool around the muscle. He presses, not enough for one to slip in, but enough for Will to rest his forehead on Mike’s shoulder with a breathy exhale.
“Ready?” asks Mike, his other hand tracing patterns down the length of the brunet’s spine.
Will doesn’t reply, only nods his head against broad shoulders, wincing at the pressure that invades him.
“ Shit, ” It’s strange, the slight burn that accompanies the pleasurable stretch around his hole. Mike is gentle, only sinking into the first knuckle to allow time for Will to adjust.
“Are you okay?” Mike asks, a worrisome tone melting Will's heart like an ice lolly left in the sun for too long.
He nods again, a muffled cry escaping his lips when Mike’s first finger is fully engulfed by tight heat.
Mike stills, wrapping his whole arm around Will and holding the opposite side of his waist. His grip is tight, slightly shaky as if he’s afraid he’s hurting Will.
He wouldn’t say it hurts, so much as it’s just… different. The only pleasure he’s ever known was a loose fist wrapped around his cock, juxtaposing rough strokes to the thoughts of someone else’s hand around him; someone else’s name always on his tongue.
Tonight, it really is different, clenching around a strange intrusion that somehow manages to pull pleasure-choked cries from his throat. When Mike pulls out momentarily only to slowly slide back in, Will full-out moans.
“Holy shit– Mike.”
“You’re doing so well, I’m so proud of you baby.”
When one finger is no longer enough, he asks Mike to add another, determined to allow his friend to make him feel good–to allow himself to make the other feel good, eventually.
If he thought one finger was strange, two is even stranger. An unexpected gasp is ripped from his throat, pain melding with satisfaction as he sinks down onto Mike’s knuckles.
Mike is loving, patient, kind all at once, soothing Will with gentle words of praise whispered into flaming red ears.
He feels a third finger prod its way past his rim, and suddenly he lurches forward, his chest flush to Mike’s as a pained cry leaves his throat.
“Shit, I’m sorry Will. I should have asked before I…” words fail him, an apoplectic tone to his voice that Will craves to hear wrapped up in silken white sheets.
“N-No, it’s okay. You can keep going,” he gets out. “Just kinda hurts.”
“Take your time, angel. I’m right here.”
Will hums his agreement, grateful for Mike's words of affective praise and composure even though he can feel the other hard and leaking against his navel.
They sit together in silence for a moment, Will steadily rocking himself back and forth onto Mike’s fingers. When he feels all pain melt away, he speaks up.
“Okay, I’m ready.”
The added lubrication that his drying spit brings is slightly uncomfortable; he’d rather they’d been at least the slightest bit prepared with a bottle of lube, but he welcomes the aid nonetheless.
His body is hot, sweat coating the ivory muscles of his torso, and he feels his cheeks flare up when he sinks down to the hilt.
Mike curls his fingers, the sensation pulling a low groan from Will. He whispers into Mike’s neck.
“There, do that again.”
So, Mike does it again, and again, and suddenly all soreness vanishes, leaving him with a small pool of heat growing in his gut.
“Feels good?” Mike asks, his fingers hitting Will's prostate with each jab he presses into the brunet.
He moans his affirmation, shaky legs lifting himself up slightly, continuously lowering himself to match Mike’s thrusts. He welcomes the strain on his body, working himself open on thick fingers until he feels pliant enough to take Mike’s cock.
“I’m ready,” he mutters, pleasure wracked expression hidden in sun-kissed skin.
He whines again at the loss of Mike’s fingers, suddenly feeling empty and tongue-tied as he begs for them to return. He lifts his head up, salty ocean water dripping from his forehead, meeting Mike’s soft gaze.
Mike just kisses him, tame before all things, and Will can taste the love that seeps from his lips. It’s affectionate, caring, romantic, all things Mike slipping onto his tongue as his hips are being lifted with gentle handling.
Mike pulls away from the kiss in favour of spitting in his palm, and Will watches with wide eyes as he slicks up his own cock, the act slow but burning Will with desire with each ticking second.
He hisses, the burn returning tenfold when Mike grips himself and attempts to push past taught muscle. He scrambled to find a purchase on Mike's biceps, sharp nails digging crescent moon shapes into the man’s arm, the pressure enough to draw the slightest inkling of bright red.
“Mike, Mike, ” he urges. “It’s not gonna fit.”
“Relax, honey,” Mike soothes, a lone pointer finger tracing distinguishable hearts into his back.
The head of Mike’s cock slips inside, and Will can feel himself tightening around his boyfriend. It hurts, so so bad, but he can’t find it in him to want to stop.
He lowers himself, nails scratching the length of Mike’s upper arms as he sinks to the hilt, the stretch igniting matches within his bones, and he cries out a half sob, half moan when he sits flush with Mike's thighs. He feels Mike groan, both arms reaching around Will and clasping together behind his back, so they’re impossibly closer.
He feels full, an indescribable sense of sufficient need he can only let himself cry over, vision going blurry as he clenches around Mike, who’s throbbing inside of him.
Will cries, “holy shit,” as he rests his forehead against Mike's.
He has his eyes open, gaze lingering on every freckle, dimple, blemish the other has. Mike’s nose is slightly crooked, and he still looks impeccably stunning.
The black haired's eyes are squeezed shut, grip nearly bruising on Will’s body.
“Yeah,” he pants. “Holy shit.”
They sit for a bit, allowing ample time for Will to properly get used to Mike’s length. He presses a soft kiss to Mike's lips, giggling when he can feel Mike smirk against him.
“Why are you laughing?” Mike asks.
Will just chuckles some more, Mike finally joining in when the brunet mutters barely coherent words.
“We’re having sex.”
Mike’s smile grows impossibly wider, and he nuzzles his nose in the crook of Will's neck. “We are,” he mumbles. “Well, sort of. You’re just kind of sitting there, Will.”
That earns him a light pinch on his arms. “Leave me alone. I’ve never done this before. Besides,” Will retorts, “you’re big, give me some time to get used to it.”
“Mhm,” Mike hums fondly, pressing lithe kisses to his carotid, washing Will’s pain and fears away. “You’re just small.”
Another pinch to the arm and Mike is laughing against Will's neck, hot air fanning his skin, a tingly sensation making the hairs on his body rise.
They stay like this, Mike hugging him and nuzzling his neck, Will's hands clutching for purpose on any part of the other he can touch.
“Okay,” Will coaxes. “I’m gonna move.”
Mike nods against him, breathing a thousand times heavier when Will lifts himself, the drag of the other’s cock against his walls making him mewl.
It’s a different kind of pain, the kind that leaves you craving more, even when you know it’ll ruin you. He raises himself high enough that the head of Mike’s cock catches on his rim, and then sinks back down, both of them moaning in tandem.
“ Oh my god,” Mike whispers. “You’re really tight.”
Even through everything; them sitting naked together, Will having sex for the first time–he still manages to laugh. The comfort Mike brings cradling him in a lustful blanket, keeping him safe from everything bad in the world.
“I wonder why, idiot.”
He scrambles to clutch onto Mike’s shoulders, the movement causing Mike to remove his face from Will’s collarbone and face him.
They make eye contact when Will lifts himself again, Mike’s palms shifting to grasp at Will's waist. The tantalizing drag of Mike’s cock against his walls has him moaning, chasing the pleasure the action brings.
When he gets desperate enough for more, he slots their lips together, needy canines sinking into Mike’s bottom lip. Mike’s reaction is to buck his hips up into Will, hitting the bundle of nerves and forcing the brunet to collapse against Mike's chest.
“Yeah? Right there, sweetheart?”
Words fail him, Will nodding into Mike’s warm neck and keeping his hips elevated. It allows for Mike to fuck up into him, head jabbing Will's prostate with each thrust.
“My god,” he moans, voice hitching higher with every roll of Mike’s hips. He can feel himself growing close, guilt wracking his body at the displeasure with his stamina. “Oh my god.”
It’s too much. It’s too much yet not enough at the same time, so Will leans back, the newfound angle doing wonders for his leaking cock as he rests one hand supporting his weight on the centre console, the other clutching for dear life on the head of the front seat rest.
His hips never stop moving, though he notices Mike is zoned out, gaze trained on his stomach. And when he looks down to see what in the world caught the other’s attention, he gasps, the sound just barely on the edge of a needy whimper.
The outline of Mike’s cock pokes from his navel with every draw of his hips down, disappearing without a trace as he lifts up again. Will wants nothing more than to watch it reappear again, but he focuses his attention back up as Mike begins to thrust into him again.
He can see all of Mike like this, the his sweaty torso flexing every time he thrusts into Will, the strained look on his face, the part where he can watch them both connected. It’s fascinating, watching the effort Mike puts into making him feel good, a twinge of love pushed into every roll of his hips.
He tries to meet Mike’s movements, the sound of skin slapping together as he holds his upper body up with a surprising amount of strength. Mike’s grip on his waist is bruising, handprint scars etching themselves into marble ribs.
“Fuck Will, so pretty like this,” the other moans, voice strained as he fucks himself into Will's hole. “So pretty bouncing on my cock.”
Will keens at the praise, legs growing tired as he arches his back, heat overtaking him. “Please, don’t stop,” he slurs. “Feels s’good.”
“I’m right here baby– fuck– always.”
He’s leaking even more precum onto Mike’s thighs, the slick glistening under the faint flush of the moonlight seeping in. He’s growing closer and closer, and each time Mike hits right where he needs it, he thinks he’ll fall right off that edge.
A pool of white-hot pleasure sits in his gut, growing bigger and bigger each time his ass meets with Mike's legs.
“C-Close,” he stammers, sitting flush to white thighs, grinding his prostate against Mike's cock.
“Come on baby, show me how hard you can cum.”
The harmony of Mike’s words wraps around his abdomen, dragging him closer and closer, until his vision goes white, heat overtaking his body and scorching him to the core. He can feel his legs shaking, vibrations wrapped tight around Mike as he paints the others' chest in alabaster varnish.
He thinks he’s screaming, he isn’t sure, the only detectable sound is the blood pumping in his ears. His cum is surging out of his shaft, coating Mike’s lean stomach in his release.
Mike slows, gradually stilling his movements so he’s just situated inside Will.
“What are you doing?” Will asks, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“You came.”
Will is still perplexed. “Yeah?” he says more so than asks. “And you haven’t.”
Mike sighs, large hands rubbing circles into Will's waist. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”
It warms Will's heart, the care, and love that spills from cherry-dipped lips. It’s only his first time and he already feels incredibly safe with the Mike.
He cups a hand around a constellation cheek, situating himself in Mike’s lap once more.
“You haven’t cum yet,” he whispers, tone soft and sincere. “Let me make you feel good too. Please.”
Mike seems to contemplate it for a moment, eyes searching for Will's to weed out any ounce of hesitation. Will doesn’t show any; honest in the way he runs the pad of his thumb under dark lashes.
Finally, Mike nods. He pulls Will flush to his chest, both of them sticky with the brunette's release where they connect. “Okay,” he affirms.
The first thrust is shy, Mike nervous to cause any discomfort. Will is sensitive, the feeling causing him to shiver in Mike’s hold.
“Please, Mike,” he begs, determination out-weighting the slight overstimulation afflicting his brain.
It’s a strain to hold his weight, hovering just inches over Mike’s thighs when Mike stutters inside of him, feet flat on the floor of the car. The feeling is strange, cumming so hard your vision goes blank, then taking it as someone else uses your body as their own. Will thinks he enjoys it, the calming presence of giving himself to Mike, letting him fuck into him until he cums inside.
“Holy– God Will! ” Mike moans, his chin resting on the brunet’s head and breathing into amber curls.
He abuses Will's hole, thrusts short as to not overstimulate the boy's prostate. The brunet feels tears welling again in the corners of his eyes, and he blinks hard as to not let them fall.
“ Please ,” he cries. “Come on Mike, cum for me. Make me yours.”
At his words, Mike sputters inside of him, rhythm falling short as he fucks his seed deep inside of Will. He paints Will's inside in a shine of ivory, hips stuttering as he works himself through his orgasm.
Will can feel where pearlescent cum dips down his legs when Mike slips out of him, can feel it leaking out of his hole and spilling onto Mike’s bare thighs.
“Fuck,” Mike says, leaning his head back and baring his neck for all of Will's glory. Will's whole body is convulsing, every inch of him sore as he comes down from his high. “You okay?”
He lets out a pitiful whimper, followed by a fond laugh. “More than okay.”
He detaches himself, Mike’s cock falling limp between them and sputtering out the last bit of his cum on his own stomach. Will can’t help it when he catches Mike’s gaze and sees the affection behind polished eyes that he falls against him and kisses him stupid.
Mike laughs against his mouth, lips parted and curved into an enamoured grin. He massages his back, small sighs of contentment being pulled from Will's throat.
“I love you.” Will says, pulling away to trace Mike’s jaw with only his eyes.
“I love you, Will,” Mike answers light-heartedly as the foggy windows appear in his peripheral. "Holy shit. We just had sex in Steve's car! Oh my God, he's so going to kill me."
Will lets out a soft laugh into Mike’s neck. Mike, though, feels a warm certainty deep inside — the anger Steve might have isn’t really what matters right now. All he cares about is how happy he is with Will, how much he loves him, and how nothing else could compare to this moment.