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Mike - 1998
Mike walks along the busy sidewalk, it's cold outside, too cold– even for February in Chicago. The sidewalks are packed as he makes his commute home from work, Will is going to be pissed, he thinks to himself. This is the third night this week that Mike has had to stay late at work. He’s been working as a novice editor for a minor publishing agency for about six months now, and he has been swamped with work, never able to catch up. He knows that Will has been getting annoyed by his absence at home. They have been dating since their junior year of college, they both went to NYU, Will studying art, and Mike studying literature. They started dating after Mike confessed his feelings for Will drunkenly at a party they were both at. Mike had been toiling with his feelings for Will since high school, after everything that had happened in Hawkins, they became so close, bonding through their shared trauma.
“Why the fuck is everyone out right now?” Mike mumbles to himself as he looks down at his watch. It's 7:35 P.M. on a Wednesday, it makes no sense.
He finally reaches his apartment building taking refuge from the cold in the lobby, giving a friendly smile to Gary the security guard at the front desk.
“Hey Mike, Happy Valentine's Day, any romantic plans tonight?” Gary says to him as he walks past.
Oh shit. Mike thinks to himself. Valentine's Day. That's why the streets were crowded with people and everyone at work was leaving early despite the heavy workload they all shared. He completely forgot the holiday, but he knows Will didn't. Valentine’s Day has been Will’s favorite since they were kids. Will always made homemade cards out of construction paper for him. Mike contemplates going back out to grab a quick gift for Will, but decides against it, both because of the cold and the time, determining no stores would be open that would have a gift Will would like. He makes his way to the elevators, pressing the button for the 5th floor. It feels like hours rather than minutes for the elevator to arrive.
Once he finally reaches the door to the apartment he waits a moment before putting his key in the lock, letting out a long sigh, disappointed in himself for forgetting something that is so important to his boyfriend. He finally unlocks the door and walks in, closing the door softly behind him. As he suspected the apartment is laden with Valentine’s Day decorations, mostly homemade. Construction paper hearts strung up on twine hung up, a large vase filled with an elaborate bouquet of flowers on their kitchen island, and a Whitney Houston record filled the apartment with sound.
“Hey Will, I'm home!” He says as he throws his keys into the dish by the door, pulling off his coat and hanging it up on the hook on the wall.
“You’re home! Finally!” Will says as he practically runs from their bedroom into the main living area.
Will is wearing a large oversized ‘The Cure’ t-shirt, with small shorts that he has clearly outgrown. Mike's heart skips a beat, it always does when he sees Will, and he'll never get tired of that feeling. However, as expected Will’s face drops when he sees that Mike is empty handed on his favorite holiday.
“You forgot?” Will whines crossing his arms in front of his chest. This breaks Mike's heart. “Yeah…Baby I'm so sorry. I've just been so busy with work you know. They always leave me with all the work. I'm sorry…” He says while walking over to Will pulling off his glasses and setting them on the island next to the vase of flowers, and rubbing his eyes.
“I know…it's okay, I know you've been stressed, it's just…you know it's my favorite holiday.” Will says while meeting Mike halfway in the kitchen, standing right in front of him, still with his arms crossed in front of him looking up at Mike with just his eyes.
Mike could melt right now. Will looks so irresistible right now. He has an idea on how he can make it up to Will.
- Will -
Will is immensely disappointed that Mike forgot about Valentine's Day, but he knows that Mike has been extremely stressed for months now, I mean they haven't even had sex in two months, Will has been counting. Every time Will tries to get physical Mike stops him, saying he needs to stay up late to read over manuscripts for work, usually falling asleep with the papers sprawled out all over him on the couch. He feels bad because Mike wanted this job so badly, it was his dream job, working with authors, making their dreams come true. Will also got his dream job when they moved to Chicago, working as an illustrator for comic books, he gets to combine two of his favorite things into one. But Will has been talking about Valentine's Day for almost a month now, in the hopes that Mike wouldn't forget, so he feels rightfully angry and disappointed. He even spent the whole day cutting out construction paper hearts until the scissors hurt his hands, stringing them up onto twine and hanging them around the house. Going to his favorite flower store to pick out a custom bouquet of flowers, filling it with Mike and his favorite colors and flowers, planning and cooking Mike's favorite meal, lasagna. He didn't expect Mike to do anything extravagant, but just a homemade card or a box of chocolates would have been nice. So now he's going to make Mike feel bad for forgetting.
“I’m just a little disappointed that you forgot…I’ve been reminding you for weeks.” he says, looking up at Mike with only his eyes, arms crossed over his chest.
Mike is just looking down at him, and Will is staring into his deep brown eyes. He is such a beautiful man, the man of his dreams. He has been in love with Mike since they were kids, before Will even knew what love was.
“Well…maybe there is a way I can make it up to you…” Mike says in a soft voice, grabbing Will by the waist. This makes Will's heart skip a beat, slightly making his mood better. Mike pulls him towards the living room, pulling off his tie he was wearing from work, throwing it onto the couch, and unbuttons the top two buttons of his white dress shirt. Mike then wraps his arms back around Will’s waist and rests his forehead against his. Will is still throwing a fit, arms still crossed and pout spread across his face.
“Come on baby, let's dance.” Mike says while gently swaying back and forth trying to get him to loosen up.
Will lets out a long exaggerated sigh, uncrossing his arms and wrapping them around Mike's neck, swaying with him to the sound of ‘I Will Always Love You’ by Whitney. This is working, he loves dancing with Mike, even though he's about as coordinated as a baby deer on ice. Will rests his head against Mike's chest, listening to his heart beat, taking note of how fast and loud its beating.
“I missed you today.” Mike says just as the song is ending. Will looks up to meet his eyes, Mike is smiling at him, and it could make Will melt.
“I missed you too Mike.” He says smiling up at him, using his name instead of baby because he's still slightly mad.
Mike leans down and kisses him, Will has always loved the way Mike's lips felt against his, so soft and warm, it's a comfortable feeling. The kiss becomes more intense as Will opens his mouth, pressing his lips hard against Mike, both of them closing their eyes, moving their mouths based on instinct. Will's whole body melts when Mike slips the tip of his tongue into his mouth, brushing it against Will’s. Once Mike finally pulls away, Will stares at his face, taking it all in, the redness of his lips from their kiss, the flush of his cheeks, and the glossiness of his eyes.
“You know I've been thinking about you all day…” He says, arms still wrapped around Mike's neck.
“Oh yeah baby…What have you been thinking about?” Mike responds in a soft tone, barely audible.
As Mike says this he notices all the microexpressions spread across his face, the small twitch of his eyebrows, the corner of his mouth rise into a sexy smirk, and how Mike's eyes scan Will’s, as if he's searching for something.
“I’ve been thinking about your soft lips…” Will starts, but he feels a wave of embarrassment wash over him, he assumes it's because of their lack of physicality over the past couple of months, and he can feel his face get hot, and knows it’s red.
- Mike -
Mike notices the sudden flush of Will's face and wonders if he said something wrong. He suddenly feels extremely self-conscious, but knows how he can make this rough start to Valentine's Day better. Due to his high stress Mike hasn't been horny in months, and he knows that this is frustrating to Will, who has tried on multiple occasions, to get something going, but Mike knows that he wouldn't be able to get hard, and doesn't want Will to think it's his fault. So Mike thinks he knows now how he can save Valentine's Day.
“Hey baby, I'm really sorry I forgot your favorite holiday…but I think I know how to make it up to you…” He says in a soft voice. “I know I've been really absorbed in my work recently…and I've been neglecting our relationship, and your feelings…but tonight…I want you…” He continues looking down at Will, making sure he flashes him his signature ‘puppy dog’ eyes that Will loves.
He knows that this catches Will's attention because he looks up at him with an excitement in his eyes, and they're pressed so hard together that he can feel Will's heart pound against his chest.
“Are-are you sure…I don't want you to feel like you have to since you forgot it was Valentines Day.” Will says softly back, but Mike notices that eager tone in his voice.
“I'm sure, I've missed you…I need you Will…” He takes an extra measure to make his voice slightly rasp, because he knows that Will loves it.
“Oh Mike…” Will sighs, resting his head back against Mike's chest, holding him tightly. While they continue their small dance, he can feel Will melt against his body. He thinks that if he wasn't holding him. Will might have fallen to the floor. They sway to a new love song Mike has never heard, he looks down at Will. He can really only see the top of his head, but he can also see his long eyelashes. Will has always had beautiful eyes, and even more beautiful eyelashes, Mike always thought they accentuated his deep green eyes. He puts his hand under Will's chin, raising it with only his fingers, so that their eyes meet. They stare at each other for a moment before he leans down to kiss him again. This time the kiss is harder, more desperate, he kisses Will as if he has the cure for some disease. Will kisses him back with the same intensity, and they're perfectly in sync, opening and closing their mouths together, sliding their tongues into each other's mouths when the time is right. He gets excited when he hears Will let out a little whimper, and feels Will getting hard, pressing up against his stomach. After I'm done with him, he's not even going to remember that it's Valentine's Day… he thinks to himself, pushing Will backwards towards their open bedroom door.
- Will -
His breathing is heavy and labored as Mike pushes him forcefully backwards towards their bedroom. He breaks their kiss every couple of steps to make sure he wont trip on anything, but Mike pulls his face back to his, kissing him harder than before.
“Don’t worry baby, I won't let you fall.” Mike says between kisses, in a breathy tone. The way Mike is talking to him is enough to make Will paint the inside of his shorts. He's trying really hard to contain himself, but they haven't had sex in months, and his right hand is nowhere as good as Mike. They make their way into the room, Will was tidying it before Mike came home from work, he was actively folding laundry, which is still all over the bed. Mike keeps pushing him until the back of Will's legs are pressed against the bed, forcing him to fall back with Mike on top of him. They're still kissing, but now Mike runs his hands all over Will’s body, which makes him throw his head back with glee, he's been wanting this— dreaming about it
even, for weeks. Mike starts directing his kisses down his body, going from his chin to neck. He tugs at the bottom of Will's shirt, pulling it up, his warm long hands running along the sides of Will's torso, sending chills up and down his body mostly to his dick, which is rock hard, tenting the already small shorts he wears. Will pulls his shirt up and over his head, and Mike breaths a heavy sigh at the sight of his muscular chest and stomach. He continues to kiss down his neck, to his chest, then he points his tongue out, licking all the way down his chest and stomach until Mike's head is right above his crotch.
“Oh fuck, Mike…” He whines out in a breathless tone.
Mike doesn't say anything in response, just keeps kissing, grabbing his hips before dropping to the floor in front of the bed, on his knees. Will sits up, and Mike pushes him back down, tugging at the waist band of his shorts pulling them down until they're around his knees. Will wasn't wearing underwear, partly due to the fact that the shorts would be too small to wear anything underneath, and mostly because he likes the way that Mike can't help but stare at his dick when he doesn't wear any. Mike continues to kiss down his stomach, skipping his dick and moving to his thighs, kissing them softly, every once in a while sucking, which Will knows will leave a mark in the morning. Will puts his fist in his mouth to stifle a moan from coming out, but it doesn't work very well.
“Yeah baby…I love the sounds you make…” Mike says between kisses.
Will raises his head to look down at Mike, who is looking back at him with only his eyes as he goes back to kissing his thighs, he doesn't know how much longer he can take. “Mike…please…” He whines to him, wanting Mike to take his hard cock into his mouth. Mike lets out a soft chuckle, flashing a sly smirk to Will, knowing exactly what he wants.
- Mike -
He knows exactly what Will wants, and he's going to give it to him, slowly, because he doesn't want this night to end quickly. So as Will looks up at him from the bed he flashes him a smirk, he knows that this will make him melt, and as suspected, Will throws his head back onto the bed groaning. Mike looks at Will's hard cock, it's already dripping in pre-cum, the sight makes his knees weak, lucky for him he's already on the floor. He unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his pants and slowly unzips his dress pants he's required to wear for work. Mike's cock is so hard it's throbbing, he wants Will so bad. He spits into his hand and the sound makes Will raise his head to look back up at him. He makes sure Will can see him slowly place his hand down his pants, stroking himself gently.
“Baby…please…” Will whimpers, his cock twitching in front of Mike's face. He doesn't say anything, just takes his free left hand, grabbing Will's hip, and starts licking up his shaft. Will lets out a soft moan, watching him, his eyes are glossy and his eyebrows are upturned, as if he can't take the teasing any longer.
“Mike…I need it.” Will says looking down at him. Mike looks up at him with just his eyes, licks all the way up to the tip, and takes all of Will into his mouth.
- Will -
He watches as Mike's head bobs, his big lips tight around his throbbing cock. As he sucks he sees Mike's hand down the front of his pants, stroking himself gently, and this almost sends Will over the edge, but he doesn't want this to be over so he holds it in, no matter how hard it is. Mike takes him all in his soft mouth, from the tip all the way to his balls, and Will can hear the soft moans and whimpers as Mike struggles to deep throat his dick.
“Oh my fucking god Mike!” He says covering his face with his hand and throwing his head back onto the bed.
Will has been wanting this for weeks, dreaming of this exact situation. He thrusts his hips in the air slowly, fucking Mikes mouth as he sucks hard, he can feel him moving his tounge around as he sucks, and the feeling is ethereal. Mike groans with pleasure as he sucks, he knows that Will is close.
“Mike… I’m going to cum, please…s-stop sucking.” Will moans with his head on the bed, his back arched and his hips up.
Mike doesn't stop, instead he sucks even harder, bobbing his head faster, stroking himself with more intensity. Will can't take it any longer, he comes hard, so hard that he gets lightheaded. His back is still arched, his head still laying on the bed, he lays like that for a full minute, all the while Mike still has his soft mouth around his cock, that's twitching and cumming. He lifts his head to look at Mike, who has his eyes closed as he swallows everything.
“Fuck baby.” He moans, and Mike opens his eyes to look up at him, the corners of his tightly pierced mouth turning to a smile.
Once Will has finished, Mike slides his mouth all the way to the tip, then when his mouth is off Will's cock, he swallows hard. Will is still hard, despite having just climaxed the hardest he has in months. He sits up, Mike still in between his legs on the floor, and kisses him hard, picking him up off the floor, kicking his shorts off the rest of the way. Mike lays on top of him unbuttoning his shirt fully, Will pulls it off his shoulders and throws it to the floor. I'm going to have to rewash all of this laundry he thinks to himself as he reaches for Mike's pants, slipping them off and rubbing his hand across Mike's cock, touching him makes Will’s cock twitch for more, it's so hard practically bursting out of his underwear.
- Mike -
He has never swallowed Will before, but it was amazing, the most pleasing feeling he's ever had, but he's not done with Will yet. He rolls Will over onto his side, kissing him hard as he runs his hands up and down Will's back. To his surprise, Will grabs his hand, guiding it towards his lower half, this makes Mike's breath hitch in his throat. He knows what Will wants, and he's going to give it to him. He inches his hand down Will's bare back, towards his ass, sliding his index finger into Will's tight hole. Just as he puts it in, Will gasps, letting out a soft moan.
“God Mike, I've missed you.” Will says, wrapping his arms tightly around Mike's neck.
Mike grabs Will's waist with his free arm, swinging him on top of him, this makes Will pull away from their intense kiss, giving Mike a smile. He can't help but notice how handsome Will looks right now, his smile is so pure and simple. As he continues to stretch him, he pulls Will back down into a passionate kiss.
“Baby…more…please.” Will says breathlessly into his mouth while kissing him. “Are you sure Will?” He says back, pulling away from their kiss, looking Will in the eyes to make sure he's okay.
Will just shakes his head, leaning back in for a kiss, moving his hand down Mike's chest and stomach, grabbing his hard cock through his boxers, stroking it gently, which causes Mike to slightly raise his hips from the bed. Mike sticks his middle finger into Will's hole, which is already starting to loosen, taking the extra effort to move his fingers around in small circles. This makes Will press his body closer to him, grinding his hips on top of Mike.
“I'm ready baby…please, I need you.” Will says sitting up and pulling at the waistband of Mike's underwear.
Will gets Mike's boxers down, pulling them all the way off, throwing them to the floor with the rest of their clothes. Mike is harder than he has been in months, his cock already dripping in pre-cum.
“Please Mike, put it in…I need it.” Will says, spitting into his hand before lathering Mike’s cock, directing it towards his entrance.
Mike is throbbing at the touch of Will's soft hand on his dick. He presses the tip against Will, looking him in the eyes as he does it. Will's eyes are wide and glossy, and he bats them slowly at him.
- Will -
He is craving the feeling of Mike inside of him. Once he felt the hard tip of Mike's cock against his still tight hole, he grabbed either side of his buttocks and spread them wide, pressing his hips down onto Mike. As soon as the tip is in he gasps for air, even though it's just about an inch, it feels so good. He looks down at Mike's face and his eyes are closed tightly, he has a smile plastered across his face. He moves down farther taking in more of Mike, and just as he does so Mike moves his hand to Wills still hard cock with both hands, moving them up and down his thick shaft, stroking him slowly, and Will lets out a soft moan. As he loosens up, Mike starts to get more comfortable, moving his hips up and down slowly, allowing for more of Mike's cock to move into him. As they move into an instinctive rhythm, Will leans down to kiss Mike as he thrusts into him, he still hasn't taken all of Mike, but he wants to. They kiss passionately, opening and closing their mouths in sync, Will then slides his tongue into Mike's mouth, because he knows that he can't resist it, and as suspected Mike thrusts his hips up high and fast.
“Baby…put it all in…I can take it.” He says moaning into Mike's mouth.
Mike doesn't say anything, just pulls out slightly and then continues his pumping hard and fast, putting all of him into Will, who moans with pleasure. Mike is still stroking Will at the same time, he feels like he's going to short-circuit with all the sensations he's feeling. Will moves his hips in small circles, while Mike still pumps hard into him. He loves riding Mike, being able to see his face and body while they have sex. Right now Mike is having a hard time keeping his eyes open, his eyebrows are furrowed, and his mouth is open letting out guttural moans of pleasure. Will runs his hands all over Mike's chest, rubbing his nipples, he lets his hands make their way up Mike's throat, squeezing gently. Mike opens his eyes to look at him, a smile curling the edge of his lips. Will assumes that he likes the slight choking because this makes Mike pump into him harder, as well as stroke Will's cock faster.
“Oh my god Will…” Mike says in gasping breaths, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
“Do you like that baby?” He says letting out a little chuckle and a moan.
Mike shakes his head in agreement and continues to thrust into him. Will is surprised that Mike hasn't cum yet, since they haven't had sex in months, but he's not complaining. Mike pulls his arms off of Will's cock and wraps his arms tightly around his back, picking him up and flipping them around, so that Mike is on top. Will is taken aback at this sudden change in position, and Mike's dominance. But he doesn't have much time to think about this because Mike is grabbing his legs and putting them straight up resting them on Mike's shoulders. Mike then pulls all the way out until just his tip is inside of Will, then thrusts deep into him, slowly and soft.
“Fuck Mike, that feels so fucking good.” He moans while covering his face with his arms.
Mike continues his slow pumping, but Will wants him to go faster, so he starts to move his hips again, while reaching his arms up to Mike's back, scratching and grabbing. Mike seems like he can't resist, and starts thrusting and pounding into Will harder and faster, using all of his hard cock to make Will cry out in pleasure.
“Oh my god Mike…I don't know how much longer I can last…” He says in a loud moan that sounds like a cry.
“Baby I'm about to cum…You’ve gotta last just a little longer... You’re being so good for me baby.” Mike pants back to him.
Sweat beads cover Mike's forehead and chest, and the veins on his neck are popping out. Will thinks they look like dark blue rivers. Mike throws his head back moaning loudly, and Will knows that he's about to cum, He removes his legs from Mike's shoulders wrapping them tightly around his waist.
“I want you to cum into me baby…don’t pull out.” He says looking Mike deeply in the eyes. Mike just stares back at him still pounding, pulling his cock all the way out and making sure to push it all the way in, to the base.
“Okay baby…” Mike moans breathlessly as he finally releases, painting the inside of Will until he can't hold anymore and it starts oozing out around Mike's cock. Will practically screams a moan gripping the sheets on their bed, pulling at them until they come loose.
- Mike -
He collapses against Will, still hard inside him. Mike came so hard, he feels like he might pass out right here and right now. His head is resting against Will's chest, and he looks up to meet his gaze.
“Hey baby, are you okay?” He says wiping some sweat off his forehead.
“Yeah, are you?” Will says in response, flashing him a smirk. Mike nods and returns the smile.
They lay cuddled together until Mike gets soft, he pulls out and gets up slowly, still a little lightheaded from cumming so hard. He gathers all the dirty clothes on the ground and throws them into the laundry basket in the corner of the room.
“Hey, I'm going to take a quick shower, is that okay?” He says while pulling out some clothes to change into afterwards.
“Yeah baby, I'll go start the oven for the lasagna. Are you hungry?” Will says while getting up and throwing on his ‘The Cure’ t-shirt and pajama pants.
“Oof, starving.” He responds in a playful tone, smiling at Will.
Mike takes his shower, letting the hot water run all over his body. He washes quickly, because he really is starving. They had sex for nearly two hours, and he was already pretty hungry when he first got home. Mike gets out of the shower and changes into a pair of grey sweatpants and an old green crewneck sweatshirt. He dries his messy curls the best he can with the towel before giving up, throwing his towel into the hamper with the dirty clothes. He makes his way into the living room, the smell of lasagna filling his nostrils. Will is sitting on the couch with the TV turned on to a Valentine’s Day special, and his face lights up when he sees Mike enter the living room.
“Hey baby! Come sit, some show just started!” Will says excitement filling his voice as he lifts one of his arms, grabbing hands at him, wanting him to cuddle with him on the couch. Mike walks over and practically sits on Will slouching down so he's lower than him, letting Will hold him.
“I'm sorry I forgot Valentine's Day Will…I hope I made it up to you?” He says looking up at Will.
“It's okay baby, you definitely made it up to me.” Will responds smiling down at him.
They both look back at the TV giggling at the program. Mike occasionally looks up at Will, smiling in disbelief that this is his man. He feels so lucky, and happy.