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Once the lasagna and dinnertime conversation were finished, Mike wastes no time ushering Max, Dustin, and Lucas out of his house, Will escaping such treatment due to the fact that Jonathan was going to pick him up later. Their other friends seemed to exchange a look but didn’t put up much fuss before they were gracefully tossed out onto the Wheeler’s front lawn, Mike closing the door behind them before immediately turning around and pulling Will up the stairs and into his bedroom. As soon as the door is closed, Will finds his back is pressed up against it, Mike’s mouth hot on his own, his left palm pressed against his chest, his right hand on the door next to Will’s head.
They kiss and Will pushes back against Mike, edging him over towards the bed. In between kisses Will is talking. “What…the…fuck…” he says, their lips meeting hot and sloppy in between each word. “Was that ending you gave me?” He gets all the words out before Mike captures his face with another kiss, smiling into his mouth. Will fully pulls away this time, their faces mere centimeters from one another, chocolate and emerald orbs meeting.
“I’m just going to be meet some guy in a bar? A motherfucking bar, Mike?” Will raises his eyebrows.
Mike rolls his eyes. “Will,” he whines, leaning back in for a kiss, which Will evades, moving his head backwards. Mike pouts. “Come on, I told Dustin he’s basically just going to be friends with Steve forever.”
“Yeah, that was weird. What about your ending? Why are you just some random nerd writing stories.” He pauses, looking up at Mike. “Ok, maybe that one’s actually true.” He smirks.
“Hey! That’s uncalled for. I’m an excellent story-teller. I’m gonna be rich and famous one day. You’ll see.”
“Yes, of course you are.” Will says, hastily, already ready to get back to the thing he’s actually annoyed about. “Who is this mystery man I’m going to meet anyway?” Will continues teasing. “Is his name Michael Wheeler?” Will turns Mike around, pinning him to the door, causing a little gasp to escape him. “Is that you want Mike, to pick me up in some shady bar? What would we do after?” He starts kissing down Mike’s neck. He pauses, lips just above Mike’s skin, taunting. “Would you take me back to some shitty, little apartment? Ask me to take my clothes off?”
“Will…” Mike says, a little scandalized, but his voice also sounds raw and desperate, just how Will feels.
Will moves back up to Mike’s face, staring into his eyes. “So you wouldn’t invite me over?” Now, he’s the one who’s pouting.
Mike chuckles. “No, I definitely would. Definitely.” Will silences him with another kiss, lamenting their slight height difference for making him stand ever so slightly on his toes.
He pulls back, looking into his eyes. “But, you wouldn’t ask me to take my clothes off?”
“Oh,” Mike looks down at his face before pushing him back a little and looking him up and down. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Really?” Will says, his hands on Mike’s shoulders, his face skeptical.
“Nope.” Mike looks Will straight in his eyes. “I would take them off myself.”
Will smiles flirtatiously. “Then do it then.” He leans back, a smug look on his face, looking Mike up and down.
Mike blushes and swallows, still looking into Will’s eyes. “I mean…I would…” Will raises an eyebrow as Mike whispers. “But my parents are home.”
“So?” Will asks, reaching beside Mike and locking the doorknob next to him in one swift motion. “It’s not like that’s stopped us before.”
Mike looks like he’s about to explode into a million pieces. He blinks before another smile takes over his face. “Yeah, but last time,” he leans into Will, trailing soft kisses up his neck and biting his earlobe. Will lets out a groan, as Mike whispers in his ear. “Last time you were so loud that we decided never to do that again.” He moves his warm, wet mouth back down to Will’s neck, biting softly.
“Fuck,” Will whispers, remembering exactly the incident Mike is talking about. He feels his dick harden as he closes his eyes, picturing Mike down on his knees, Will’s cock in his mouth. He opens his eyes. “Yeah, and who’s fault was that?”
“Sorry, next time I’ll do a worse job.” Mike plants a sloppy kiss on Will’s mouth.
“Maybe you can try now.” Will smiles, a playful glint in his eyes, as he pushes Mike back up against the wall, thrusting his hips into Mike’s leg, showing him exactly how hard Mike has made him.
A loud sigh escapes Mike as he says. “Fuck. When the hell did you get so confident?” He does not look disappointed.
“Well, having you basically eye-fucking me all night during the campaign really helped.” Will continues thrusting into Mike’s leg.
“I was not—what did you say?” Mike sounds as breathless as Will feels. “Eye-fucking you.”
Will smirks. “You couldn’t keep your eyes off me. I bet you were thinking of taking my character back to some shitty tavern room, sinking down on your knees….” Will trails off, kissing Mike’s neck.
“I’ve changed my mind.”
Will’s leg stills where it’s been seeking friction against Mike’s leg as he pulls back, looking at Mike skeptically. “Wha—”
Mike cuts him off. “Take your shirt off.” The tone of Mike’s voice has shifted. He’s still flirting, but he’s moved from playful banter to a deep, lustful tone of authority. Will pauses for a moment, deciding if he’s going to play up his confidence some more and tease Mike, but the pulse of blood that spread through his dick the moment Mike commanded him decides for him. He steps back, crossing his arms over his chest and pulls his shirt off, obediently, letting it fall to the floor next to them.
Mike smirks and runs his hands over Will’s chest, admiring. He grabs one of Will’s biceps. “Have I mentioned I love that you started working out.” He leans forward and places a kiss on Will’s chest, right above his nipple.
A huff escapes Will, as he leans his head back. He looks down at Mike, who’s currently sucking a mark onto his chest, hair slightly tussled and all he can think about is how much he hates that stupid side part. He looks like he voted for fucking Ronald Reagan. “Have I mentioned that I hate your hair like this?” He huffs out a laugh and tosses Mike’s hair, ridding that awful part from his view. “You look like some kind of computer nerd.”
Mike removes his mouth from Will’s chest and looks up pouting. “I thought you liked nerds.”
“I like you,” Will whispers, pushing Mike back up against the door and smashing their mouths together, warm and wet. “And I would love for you to join me in being shirtless.” He whispers into his mouth, reaching down to grip the bottom of Mike’s shirt. Mike doesn’t protest as Will lifts it up over his head, breaking their wet, sloppy kisses for just a moment before returning. Will slides his hands up and down Mike’s chest and his back, feeling as much of his soft warm skin as he can. Mike grabs his waist and pushes his own hips into Will, who lets out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan as he feels Mike’s own rock-hard dick grinding into his stomach.
“I told you you’re fucking loud,” Mike says, annoying Will as Mike speaking prevents him from continuing his quest to explore every inch of Mike’s mouth with his tongue.
“Then stop being so fucking hot.” He leans into Mike, knocking him back against the door with a thud, shoving the thought out of his mind that anyone in the hallway could probably hear them. They’re kissing hot and desperate now, warm chests pressed together, Mike sucking on Will’s lip, Will getting the upper hand and sucking on Mike’s lip back. Will pulls away, flushed and breathless and looks up at Mike whose lustful expression is mirroring his own. The image of the last time they were in Mike’s room like this, not even a week ago flashes through Will’s head again. He sees Mike sinking down to the ground, unbuttoning his pants, releasing his suffocating cock from his underwear and encasing it in the warm, wet wonderland that is Mike’s mouth.
All he can think about is how he wants to return the favor. Before Mike can say anything, Will sinks down to his knees in front of him, looks up at him and smiles. “Well, if I’m too loud. I guess it’s your turn.”
The look Mike gives him is almost sinful, as he unbuttons his pants and pulls down Mike’s zipper, opening his pants and nuzzling Mike’s cock through the fabric of his underwear. “Fuck,” Mike whispers, leaning back against the door. Will’s reaching forward, pulling Mike’s jeans down his legs, revealing his sexy thighs, covered in just the right amount of hair, when he feels the door vibrate behind them.
Knock-Knock. The sound reverberates through Will’s body, instantly rerouting the blood flow from his dick back to his brain. Mike and Will exchange a panicked look, as Will mouths fuck. They both panic into action as a voice calls at them from behind the door.
“Hey! Guys! Change of plans.” It’s Dustin.
Mike and Will are scrambling around like two chickens, trying to put everything back into place. Will pulls Mike’s pants back up and zips them, slightly fumbling with the button before deciding it’s easier for Mike to take care of the button himself. He stands up, face to face with Mike, both of their eyes wide open, before Mike mouths shirts at Will. He nods, looking down at the ground, finding their shirts.
Mike yells to Dustin. “Uhhh, just one second,” as the doorknob rattles.
“Is this…locked?” He hears Dustin voice from the hallway, sounding incredulous.
“Oh, uhhh, must have accidentally locked it.” Mike responds as Will throws Mike a shirt, which he throws on quickly and skillfully as Will tosses his own over his head. They’re both clothed, which seems to be satisfying enough for Mike as he opens the door to Dustin standing there, eyebrow raised.
“Hey, Dustin, what’s up?” Mike says, completely normally, leaning on the doorframe.
Dustin pauses and looks back and forth between Will and Mike, before shaking his head slightly. “Uhhh…change of plans,” he says. “Apparently, we’re going to Stacy’s party.”
Mike crosses his arms. “And what does that have to do with me?”
“You’re driving us.”
“Am I now?”
“Yes. You are.”
“Why exactly?” Mike sounds pretty unconvinced.
“Because when the hell do we get invited to parties? Especially by Stacy. And you have a car.”
“So does Lucas.”
“But he wants to get drunk.”
“Am I not allowed to get drunk.”
“Nope. Because you tried to keep us from going the party in the first place to play your little campaign that we could have finished any fucking night.”
Mike just scowls at him, causing Dustin to take another approach. He turns to Will. “Will wants to go, don’t you?”
Will pauses. Despite the fact that he was very much enjoying what he and Mike were doing before Dustin interrupted them, he does want to go to the party. Will has a weak spot for dancing, something he doesn’t get to do outside of the confines of his bedroom, alone at night. He’s also never been to a high school party, his choice of friends being a bunch of awkward losers, who despite saving Hawkins multiple times, never quite made it on the guest list for exclusive popular kid parties. Or any parties, really. Selfishly, Will also likes the idea of seeing Mike awkward and mopey in the corner, needing Will to come over and cheer him up. He makes eye contact with Mike, who has turned to look at him, and notices the betrayal in his eyes as soon as Will speaks.
“I would love to go to Stacey’s party.” He smirks at Mike.
“It’s settled then.” Dustin smiles. “Can you be ready in 30? I need to go home and change. Lucas is dropping me off. Will, do you need him to drop you off, too?”
Will blinks a few times. “No, my place is too far. I can just borrow something from Mike.” He pauses, as he and Dustin stare at each other for a few seconds. Okay, maybe that was a terrible lie, considering Mike has a horrible fashion sense, but he’s sure he can get something together out of the disaster that is Mike’s closet.
Dustin apparently doesn’t have time to argue about Mike’s fashion choices. “Cool. Pick us up in 30. Wheeler, don’t be late.”
Will gives Dustin a little salute. “I’ll make sure he’s not.” With that, Dustin nods before turning around and heading down the hallway. Mike closes the door and turns to Will, his lips formed in a tight pout, as if he’s ready to say something when he pauses, his eyes growing wide.
“Oh fuck.”
“What?” Will says, looking down at himself. That’s when he realizes it. The shirt on his body is a light blue, collared polo, a little too tight on his muscular frame. His eyes return to Mike, tracing up his body from his socked feet towards the striped shirt he’s wearing, but they don’t make it all the way to his chest, stopping at his crotch.
“Mike! You didn’t fucking button your pants.”
Mike looks down in a panic, face turning read immediately. “Oh shit.” He looks up at Will, an awkward smile on his face. “Do you think he noticed?”
“I… umm… I don’t know.” Here’s the thing about what Will and Mike have been doing for the past couple of months. They haven’t put a label on it, and in an effort to keep things light and breezy, they also haven’t informed the other members of their friend group, choosing instead to kiss and hump in the privacy of their own rooms or Mike’s car, away from prying eyes. Up until now, they thought they had been extremely discreet about the whole thing, but Will’s pretty sure finding them behind a locked door with unbuttoned pants and swapped shirts is a pretty obvious sign they they’re up to something. Their only possible saving grace is that Dustin is an absolute idiot about this sort of thing. Will’s pretty sure that he still thinks Robin and Steve are dating. Though, in his defense, Robin does return to Hawkins a lot and spends a lot of time with Steve when she’s here, despite going to school several states away. What Dustin doesn’t know is she’s doing that because Vici, her girlfriend, has taken the year off of school to take care of her sick mom, and Robin has a tumultuous relationship with her own parents, because she’s well, gay.
“Well, now we definitely have to go to the party.” Will muses.
“What?” Mike blurts out.
“Well, yeah, if we blow them off. I definitely think they’ll know what we’re up to.”
“Fine,” Mike says, arms crossed over his chest, pout on his lips, pretending that he didn’t decide they were going to the party the moment Will said he wanted to go.
Will smiles, walking over to his closet. “We definitely need to find you something else to wear though.”
--
They’re in Mike’s bathroom, Will sitting on the counter, Mike standing in front of the mirror, staring at the outfit Will put him in. Honestly, Will’s really proud of what he accomplished, considering what he had to work with. Okay, he may have snuck into Nancy’s room and stole some hairspray and some jewelry, but the clothes were from Mike’s closet. He’s in a plain white tee, surprisingly crisp and stain-free, mostly due to the fact that Mike never wears it, over which Will has layered a silver chain necklace. It took some convincing for Mike to believe it was a gender-neutral jewelry choice, but the kisses Will peppered on his lips and neck while asking as well as the whispers of how hot Mike would look if he just let Will dress him sealed the deal. It turns out Mike will agree to most things if Will kisses him enough times, and this is a power that Will is very normal about and definitely does not use for evil.
The shirt is tucked into a pair of light blue jeans and held in place with a brown belt, one of five nearly identical ones that Mike owns. Will is definitely judging him for owning the same ugly belt in five different shades of brown. The only problem with his outfit is that his hair still looks like he’s trying to dress up as his father.
“Will, are you sure I look good?”
Mike’s pouting at himself in the mirror before turning his eyes to Will, who’s failing at hiding a smirk. Reaching out, he wraps his hand around Mike’s wrist and pulls him closer, Mike coming along willingly, slotting himself between Will’s legs, where they’re dangling in front of the counter. Will slides his hands onto Mike’s waist.
“You look so hot.”
Mike blushes in response.
“There’s just one more thing.” Will reaches up and tussles Mike’s hair for the second time that evening, feeling the soft, slightly damp waves beneath his fingers. He convinced Mike to wet his hair in the shower before donning his Will-approved party outfit, in the hopes of giving him a better canvas to work with. However, in the fifteen minutes since, Mike has managed to somehow return the damn thing back to that abysmal side part. He has to be doing this to annoy Will, surely? With his other hand, he grabs the silver hairspray bottle next to him and gets to work, Mike’s hands now moved to Will’s sides to steady himself while he works. He arranges Mike’s bangs across his forehead, shielding Mike’s eyes with his other hand as he sprays them into place before moving to the sides of his hair, giving them all a little scrunch before following with a few spritzes of hairspray.
He stands without warning, causing their chests to be pressed flush against one another, Mike’s hands still clinging to his waist, despite looking a little startled. “What are you--?”
Will silences him with a quick kiss, feeling Mike’s fingers dig into his sides. “I need to get the back of your hair. You’re too tall for me to reach it from the front.”
“Sounds like you’re too short,” Mike murmurs.
“Rude.” Will says, smiling, despite the mock annoyance in his tone, grasping Mike’s arm with his hand not occupied by the bottle of hairspray. “Now, turn around!”
“You’re bossy, tonight.” Mike says, as he does exactly as Will asks, revealing the back of his hair to Will, still damp and a little too straight, not showing off the beautiful curls Will knows his hair is capable of.
“Are you complaining?” Will reaches up and works on the back of the hair until its curled just enough to his liking and set with a few more sprays of hairspray. Mike doesn’t respond. “Ok, all done. Turn around.”
Mike turns and looks down at Will causing his breath to hitch for just a moment. Generally, Will finds Mike hot. Hell, he’s found him hot for years. His sixteen-year-old brain used to freeze up whenever Mike looked at him, like a record playing stuck on looping the same note, except that note was just the way Mike Wheeler’s brown eyes lit up and the way he licked his lips when he was thinking. However, seeing Mike all dressed up in the clothes Will picked out for him, sporting the hair style Will just gave him is a whole new level of hotness that Will didn’t know he was capable of experiencing. The canvas he had to work with was already beautiful, but the finishing touches made it breathtaking. Leaning up, he gives Mike another kiss, this one a little longer and sultrier. Fuck, he wishes they had more time. All he wants to do is sink to his knees, take Mike in his mouth, and run his tongue along the length of Mike’s dick until the taller boy can’t think of anything except finishing in his mouth. Will swallows, wishing it was something else trailing down his throat instead of a few strands of his own saliva. His mouth feels dry. Apparently, treating Mike like his own personal Ken doll is quite the turn on.
“Will, are you sure about this?” Mike’s voice breaks him from his lewd reverie.
“What?” He looks up at Mike’s eyes, which are staring at himself in the mirror. Will turns, taking them both in, standing next to each other. Will is wearing a baggy wine-colored satiny looking button up shirt that he miraculously found in Nancy’s closet. He has a sneaking suspicion that it belonged to Jonathan, or at least was meant for him, since Nancy was even smaller than her brother, rendering most of her clothes still lingering in her childhood closet way too small for Will’s broad physique. He has the top two buttons undone, revealing a tantalizing flash of his upper chest hair. Thankfully, he was already wearing dark washed jeans which match the shirt perfectly, since all of Mike’s jeans are tailor-made for his bony ass and squeeze Will uncomfortably.
Mike’s pawing at his hair, trying to make it lie flatter and completely undo the work that Will just put in. He scowls, staring at their images side by side. Mike notices Will’s reflection and stops, a pout returning to his lips. “Sorry,” he sighs. “I know you put a lot of work into it and I do look… hot, I guess.” He blushes. “I just don’t know if it’s me. I look…” Mike trails off, lips forming into a thin, worried line.
Will raises his eyebrows, making eye contact with Mike through the mirror. “You look-?”
Mike lets out a deep breath. “I look… gay.” As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Mike’s eyes grow wide, possibly regretting what he just said.
Will blinks, looking at him and Mike side by side, both having fluffy, sculpted hair and necklaces. He thinks Mike looked a whole lot gayer when he had Will’s dick in his mouth last week, bouncing his head up and down and slurping on it like it was his last meal. He doesn’t say that, though. Mike generally avoids talking about his own sexuality, and Will’s never brought it up. He doesn’t know if Mike thinks he’s gay or just experimenting with Will. Hell, maybe he’s just horny. Will’s too happy with the fragile deal they’ve struck where they kiss and get each other off when they’re alone that he’s never asked for Mike to label himself or even to label their relationship, but he would be lying if he said Mike’s words didn’t hit him somewhere deep and delicate. Maybe they do look gay, the pair of them together, but Will doesn’t understand why that’s a bad thing. He loves being gay. He loves that he gets to be with Mike like this, even if it’s not in exact the way his fifteen-year-old self dreamed.
He pauses, staring at the scared look on Mike’s face. He supposes Mike does have a point, even if Will doesn’t personally carry shame over what they’re doing, there are certain repercussions to people knowing. Mike’s father, for one, would not be thrilled watching his son walk out of the house, looking like the poster-boy for a gay porno. Not that Mike actually looks like that. Steve has bigger, more well-sculpted hair than the two of them could ever dream of, and he’s definitely seen him sporting his own share of silver necklaces and he’s the straightest guy Will knows. Regardless, Mike apparently does feel like that and it doesn’t matter how Will feels right now or how ridiculous he thinks Mike is being, he’s going to help him out.
“Ok, maybe we take off the necklace, then. Does that help?”
Mike bites his lip and nods.
“Ok.” Will says, moving behind him and unhooking the necklace before stowing it on the counter in front of them. “And your hair.” Will reaches up, following Mike in his mission to flatten it out a bit and make it not look so meticulously molded. He’s not sure how flatter hair leads to a more heterosexual appearance, but if it makes Mike more comfortable, he’s willing to do it. He will not however be compromising on Mike’s bangs, choosing to keep them swept over his forehead in a way he hopes Mike doesn’t interpret as a sign on his face reading cock-sucker in bold, blinking lights.
He steps back. Mike still looks hot, but maybe just toned down a little. “How’s that?” He smiles reassuringly.
Mike smiles. “Better.” He turns to Will, looking bashful. “Will, I—” he stops and Will raises an eyebrow. Mike lets out a little huff.
“Mike, it’s okay, you don’t—”
“No, it’s not okay. I—I –don’t want you to think I’m embarrassed about what we’re doing or that I don’t like… doing… you know… that stuff with you… I just don’t want everyone to know.” He turns, catching Will’s eye without the screen of the mirror between them.
“Mike, it’s okay.” He places his hand on Mike’s bicep. “I know that. I know. Ok.” He smiles. “I mean, you basically came in your pants last time you gave me a blowjob.” Mike’s face reddens at his words.
“Shut up,” Mike says, before playfully nudging Will’s shoulder with his own, not even trying to deny the very authentic allegations.
“It’s fine. No one at the party is going to know. You just look like a regular, very hot, straight guy. You’re probably going to have to fight off all the girls at the party.” Will grimaces at the notion of his words, suddenly wondering what Mike would do if a girl hit on him. They aren’t technically together. It’s not like he would be cheating on him if he did flirt with or even make-out with some random girl. He swallows, shoving those thoughts down, suddenly a little nervous about attending his first high school party on the eve of graduation.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Mike mumbles, taking in his reflection.
“Well, don’t worry. If no one hits on you at the party, I think I know someone willing to take you home.” He winks at Mike through the mirror.
The corners of Mike’s mouth twitch up in a smile. “What, do you think Dustin’s interested after seeing me with my pants undone?”
“Oh my God. Shut up! That’s so gross.” Will’s turning to Mike, gripping him by the shoulder now.
“What, you think our friend is gross?” Will looks down at him, eyes twinkling mischievously.
“I think the idea of you having sex with him is.”
Mike’s face turns into a grimace. “Who said anything about having sex with him?”
“I see, Lucas is more your type.”
“Oh. My. God.” Mike’s face turns a dark crimson, causing Will to raise his eyebrows in surprise.
“Oh, I was joking, but. I mean I could distract Max if you need,” Will shoves Mike’s shoulder playfully and Mike rolls his eyes.
“There’s only one friend who’s dick I want to suck.”
Will can’t help the smile that tickles at the edges of his mouth, though his mind is briefly stuck on that one word. Friend. Not boyfriend. The corners of his mouth briefly falter, threatening to slip downward before he forces them back up and speaks with a flirtatious tone. “I’m flattered.”
Mike leans in, close to Will’s ear, speaking with a deep breathy whisper. “And I would do it more often, if he wasn’t so fucking loud every time.” Now, Will’s blushing.
Bashfully, he looks down at feet and his eyes catch on his watch. “Shit, we were supposed to leave like five minutes ago. Dustin’s going to be so mad at us.”