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Mike Wheeler might be the best example of a teenage dirtbag this side of the Ohio River, but at least he is aware of it. He would never openly admit that fact to anyone, but he is aware, and it’s a secret that remains between himself and his other multiple personalities that a scary amount of people have told him he has.
Oh, and he even has a job! At least he is employed, right? Alas, he is, but the task of going to college and finding a better place to work with a higher payrate seems like an impossible one at the moment. Mike has ultimately decided on taking a gap year (or two) and returning to school to pursue higher education in his twenties. That is his goal at the moment. If he’s being honest, he wants nothing more than to major in creative writing, but his family crushes his dreams over and over by saying that the major would be “useless” and that he would have a better chance getting a job if he majored in English instead.
“You should be an English teacher,” his mother has chirped at him on more than one occasion. And yes, it’s not a bad idea; most of his mother’s ideas are pretty good, actually. But the prospect of teaching a group of children and having to grade a million papers on a regular basis is extremely daunting to Mike. He’d rather sit in the basement and write fantasy novels all day long, or scroll Twitter, probably the latter more than the first.
(At least when he does want to write, he doesn’t depend on AI, no matter how tedious the writing process is. That’s another good thing that Mike Wheeler has going for him.)
Right now though, Mike is just stuck. He became a lifeguard at Hawkins Community Pool at in his junior year of high school, earning a whopping $11.25 an hour. It’s been over a year that he’s been working here, and he still hasn’t gotten a raise.
He doesn’t find the hourly pay fair at all, in fact he thinks it’s downright outrageous. Not that sitting in a big white chair and listening to kids screaming and watching them do cannonballs all day is hard work (sometimes they dive too, clearly ignoring the sign next to the pool that reads ‘NO DIVING’ in screaming red letters.) But seriously, there is no good way of knowing when he might have to perform mouth-to-mouth on one of these kids. For fucks sake, watching out for people’s lives must be worth a little bit more than minimum wage.
To make matters even worse, it’s been so fucking hot lately. Like, unnaturally, boiling, sweltering hot. It’s the kind of humid heat that slaps you in the face and makes you swim in it when you step outside, the kind so intense that one starts sweating within a whole 5 seconds of being exposed to it.
And Mike of course, because he is so unlucky, has to be in this hell– aka an average July day in the Midwest– all fucking day. He has a measly umbrella over him, but it doesn’t do much except shade him from the sun on occasion, depending on what time of day it is. And during the times of day in which he doesn’t have any shade at all… Well, the umbrella is screwed down to something, there isn’t much he can do. And believe him, he has tried multiple times, and it only resulted in him looking like an idiot to everyone around him.
As the excruciating days drag on, he finds himself jealous of the sea of people in the pool. The water looks so cool, so refreshing, so….
He could quit his job. He could go to college right now, if he wasn’t such a lazy bum. Or at the very least, he could go get a job at Starbucks and make like, a few extra dollars an hour. He would have to constantly be stressed with insanely complex orders and busy rushes, but at least he’d be stressed out in the comfort of an air conditioning.
But there is a problem. One very big problem amongst Mike’s myriad of big problems, and it’s the reason that he’s so stuck in the first place.
He’s a pervert. He might be the biggest fucking pervert that he knows. He’s aware, and he’s ashamed, but he doesn’t exactly know if he can ever stop. Gosh, at least with his other problems, he can make a change at any time he wants!
Maybe if it weren’t for a repeat visitor at the Hawkins Pool– one with messy brunette hair, big doe eyes and an infuriatingly perfect body– he’d be able to make a change. But as long as this angelic, loyal swimmer remains loyal over the summer… Mike is completely out of luck. But then again, luck has never been on Mike’s side anyway, so what difference does this very unlucky summer make?
It’s going to be a very long fucking fourth of July weekend, that’s for damn sure.
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It’s another blistering hot day in a series of consecutive blistering hot days, but today is a little better than all the rest because it is a Friday. Mike only gets a break from the duties of a lifeguard every other weekend, and this upcoming weekend just so happens to be one of his break weekends. He’s definitely looking forward to it, but he is not so much looking forward to the fourth of July celebrations his mother is going to drag him into engaging with. He already knows how it’ll go– he’ll be stuck out in the heat, again, talking to random people who claim to be family members. When he naturally ends up telling them, ‘I don’t remember you’ in the most polite way possible, the person will only respond by saying the last time they saw Mike was when he was in diapers. This only serves to make Mike more uncomfortable.
Family gatherings. Yuck. It sends a shiver down Mike’s spine. The fact that his dad will be sitting in a lawn chair drinking a beer while his mother does all the grilling and preparing only makes it a 100x worse. But Mike of course, like the good child he is, will help his mother. When asked.
Mike might be the only good child left in the world. Or maybe not, but the ones hogging Hawkins Community Pool today are certainly not good kids. Especially the one that keeps running when Mike has explicitly asked him a million times to stop running, and now he’s doing it again.
Mike is broken out of his thoughts when he hears the familiar quick pitter-pattering of wet feet on the blazing concrete. He lets out a frustrated groan before practically snatching up the whistle from around his neck and blowing into it roughly.
“Stop running!!” He yells, clearly agitated now after having repeated himself so many times. “I’ve told you so many times, dude.”
“Sorry,” the kid apologizes half-heartedly, throwing Mike a sheepish smile. He can’t be more than eight years old. And then, because no one ever listens to Mike– the kid promptly returns to running– chasing and terrorizing some girl, probably his little sister.
“Good grief,” Mike lets out a heavy sigh, letting the whistle fall back against his bare chest. He runs a hand through his hair, working out the tangles and wincing at the amount of sweat that has bled into it. Briefly, a thought about getting a haircut soon runs through his mind, but it disappears as quickly as it came. You see, Mike’s family is pleading for Mike to cut his shoulder-length hair, but he doesn’t necessarily want to. He hates grooming it and taking care of it, sure, but he does it anyway because he loves the way it looks. All the girls who come and swim at the pool love it too apparently, and many of the bolder ones have gone as far as telling Mike directly that his hair makes him ‘sexy.’
Mike always politely thanks them but doesn’t say much else. He enjoys the attention, he craves it even, but that’s as far as it goes. He doesn’t flirt back with the girls, he doesn’t stare at them in their bikinis or give them the same attention that they give him– not even the very attractive ones who are around the same age as him. Mike should probably set aside some time to think about the implications of this, but it’s just to fucking hot to think about anything but ripping his skin off in an attempt to get cooler right now.
Oh, and he can think about the brunette who should be coming to the pool at about this time. Mike taps the side button on his phone, which is resting on the wide arm of the chair, momentarily lifting his sunglasses to get a look at the time– wow, already 12:30pm. Any second now.
Mike finds himself getting very excited and restless, his fingers tapping quickly on the opposite arm chair. His eyes scan over the pool area in front of him as a way of occupying himself, watching as the many Hawkins residents splash each other, some sunbathing in the long chairs, some others doing laps in the crystal blue water. He exhales a heavy sigh as his eyes flick to the black gate every 3 seconds, unconsciously straying from the place he’s supposed to be keeping an eye on. He doesn’t mean to be so eager, so distracted, but he seriously cannot help it.
Mike is starting to lose hope. Maybe not today, he thinks. The thought only makes him seriously consider actually ripping his skin off.
And then… there he is. Walking through the gate as gracefully as a delicate angel and just as delicately closing it behind him. His entrance is never dramatic, it’s always quiet and peaceful, but this boy has the kind of aura around him that demands attention without him even having to say a word. It’s unlike anything Mike has ever seen before, to be completely honest. This level of captivation, the sheer amount of attraction he feels to this…. boy.
Right. One minor detail. This loyal Hawkins Community Pool visitor is a boy– a very pretty, feminine boy, yes– but he’s always been a boy, there’s absolutely no doubt about that. Mike is, clearly, also a boy. He hasn’t thought all too much of the implications of that either. You see, Mike only uses his brain and thinks when absolutely necessary. And at all other times, he has his friends barking into his ear about how gay he is and that he needs to acknowledge it and stop being dumb.
Mike Wheeler doesn’t think he’s gay. In his mind, he’s just an appreciator of very fine art. No matter how many times he tells his friends that though, they just don’t understand.
Mike immediately picks up his phone to notify his best-worst-friend Lucas anyway, being the pest that he is.
12:37
Mike: dude, he’s here
12:37
Lucas: ok? what do you want me to do about it?
12:37
Mike: I NEED SUPPORT. I want to talk to him, but I don’t know what to do😔
12:38
Lucas: bro just walk up to him and ask him out, it’s not that hard 😭
12:38
Mike: but that’s so gay
12:39
Lucas: …….
Lucas: It might seem crazy what I’m ‘bout to say
Mike’s face twists into a scowl and he powers off his phone before he can formulate a response, slamming it back down onto the arm chair.
Eh, Mike isn’t allowed on his phone during lifeguard duty anyway. It’s probably for the best.
All thoughts of Lucas and his useless advice is forgotten when Mike looks up. This is a sight he’s seen countless times before, but it makes him choke on his saliva every single time.
This mystery brunette boy never comes to the pool in his bikini alone. Rather, he always enters wearing the tiniest denim shorts and tightest tank top known to mankind, and then when he later decides to get in the pool, he removes them. It’s adorably infuriating, the way the shorts ride up his ass cheeks when he bends over to place some of his things on the ground next to his designated chair– always the one on the very end, to the left side of Mike. It’s adorable because Will has the cutest, roundest ass known to mankind, but it’s infuriating because the way he bends and shows it off without even knowing he’s doing it should be absolutely illegal. If Mike was a cop, he would arrest him for public indecency and destroying his ability to think with anything but his dick.
Unfortunately though, Mike is just a lifeguard with no hopes of ever even approaching the boy. He tries to say it’s purely because he isn’t gay, which he isn’t, but at the end of the day it all really boils down to him being a coward. Because would someone as effortlessly gorgeous and ethereal as this boy want with someone like Mike? If Mike were to approach him, Will would probably laugh in his face. Or maybe not. Will doesn’t appear to be a mean person, but still.. it isn’t worth taking the risk, and it certainly isn’t worth the rejection that Mike knows he would face. Whether it’s a nice rejection or a rude rejection makes no difference, it’s all the same in Mike’s book— a painful reminder that this boy is so far off even the ballpark of what his league would be.
And Mike isn’t gay. That’s an issue. Oh, and yet another dilemma, he has quite literally no good reason to approach Will unless he were to A, break the rules of the pool (he never does) or B, get hurt or drown (he’s a really good swimmer.) Besides, Mike would never want to finally properly meet Will under such horrid circumstances anyway.
Mike is just unlucky all the way around. There’s no better way to put it. So, he does what he always has done. He improvises.
He’s been improvising for as long as Will has been coming to this pool, which has actually been for two summers in a row now. Two summers in a row that Mike has been a coward who can’t even face his own feelings, let alone a boy who looks like an angel, a boy who is making him question literally everything he’s ever claimed to be. Two summers in a row that Mike has been paying rapt attention to Will’s every move. Because you see, Mike is a person who notices things more than he talks to other human beings. This trait of his comes in handy when being a lifeguard, but it does do some damage to his social skills.
Anyway, the point stands. Mike observes all people. Some more than others. And this boy? Mike doesn’t think he’s ever observed someone so closely or found someone so utterly enchanting. He can barely even rationalize his actions or stop and tell himself that this obsession he has is not normal in the slightest; because the high of learning the boy’s routine, his likes, his dislikes and his mannerisms is the best damn high he has ever had yet.
Mike finds a particular high in guessing which bikini set the brunette is going to be wearing each day he comes to the pool. A cute fact he’s tucked away in his brain is that the boy has so many different sets, but he tends to favor the yellow one above all others. Mike takes an educated guess that yellow is the boy’s favorite color. It suits him, makes him shine as bright as the sun itself. And damn, does it look good on his lovely skin, especially when it’s sunkissed from so many days sunbathing at the pool, and those moles–
Mike inhales a sharp breath, snagging the binoculars that he has sitting next to him on the armchair. He can’t even help it, it’s an instinctual reaction. God, he hates himself. He really does.
Mike tries to be subtle, leaning back as far as possible in his chair, shading himself under the umbrella as if that will make his actions completely invisible. He brings the pair of binoculars to his eyes, immediately looking as far to the left as he can until he spots the boy. He sighs dreamily, blocking out all the muffled voices and the splashes around him and focusing on this boy and him only.
“There you are,” Mike murmurs to himself, chewing his lip as the boy shakes his head around before touching and smoothing at his brunette locks. It almost looks subconscious, like he’s worried about his hair being frizzed in this heat. Poor thing.
“Your hair looks perfect, baby,” Mike whispers under his breath. “C’mon, let me see what you’re wearing today.”
It’s almost as if the boy hears Mike, like he’s obeying the command without a word. Because as soon as those desperate words fall from Mike’s lips, the boy is lifting his tank top above his head, just as slow and gracefully as he does everything else. It’s mesmerizing. Mike watches, his jaw going slack as the boy neatly folds his top and sets it aside before working on his little shorts, pushing the snug-fitting denim down his thick thighs.
Mike feels like drooling even though this is a sight he’s seen up-close countless times before, and he miraculously has never gotten caught yet. This beautiful sight just never gets old, it never fails to turn Mike’s brain to absolute mush. He feels like it’s melting out of his ears at this point.
“Fuck. It’s the dark teal ones..” he groans softly as the boy’s bikini set comes into full view in all its lovely, skimpy glory. In fact, this is Mike’s favorite bikini the boy wears to the pool. Not only is it a shade of Mike’s favorite color, it’s also the skimpiest set yet. The brunette boy’s ass practically spills out of the bottoms. Mike can see the jiggle of both that backside and those soft thighs every time the boy takes a step or even moves a certain way.
“God damn,” Mike says, a little louder than he meant to. A lot louder, actually. He immediately drops his binoculars in his lap in panic, looking around to make sure no one caught him swearing, or even worse yet, staring at a random boy like a fucking weirdo. His hair whips over his right shoulder as he catches sight of the annoying kid that was running and jumping and doing everything but listening to the lifeguard earlier.
The kid is staring at him. Mike stares back, gulping down a lump in his throat.
“Why do you have binoculars?”
“Hey, that’s none of your business!” Mike snaps, waving the kid off aggressively. “Go run around or something. Hell, dive in on the shallow end if you want. You never listen to me anyway.”
The boy blinks, heading toward the shallow end of the pool with an expression that looks somewhere between skeptical and amused.
“Don’t actually do that,” Mike corrects quickly. “Just– mind your business.”
He can feel a blush rising to his cheeks and it has nothing to do with the heat this time. This is so very humiliating. He isn’t supposed to have binoculars at all, but Lucas gave him a pair because apparently Mike is just the catch-all when his friends don’t want an item anymore. And why not use it to admire beauty when he sees it?
The kid, who is now retreating, just gives Mike a final look as if to say ‘I wasn’t going to do that anyway, I’m not stupid’ before he runs off completely to go back to the pool.
Mike is ironically the one who feels stupid. He feels more stupid than all of these kids at the pool combined. He huffs, picking up the binoculars in his lap and turning his head to the left again, bringing them to his eyes and–
Panic. It’s immediate, zipping through Mike’s veins like lightning. The brunette, the cute boy that Mike has been obsessed with for the past year, is not in his usual seat. In fact, after doing a frantic search through the lenses, Mike finds that he’s coming straight toward him.
Mike doesn’t just drop the binoculars this time, he slams them behind his back as if that will completely erase their existence. He lowers his shades over his eyes again and looks everywhere but at the approaching figure, feigning nonchalance, pretending to look out at the pool like a good lifeguard should always do.
“Hey,” the boy says. His voice is honey-smooth and so sweet that Mike could melt from it if he wasn’t so spooked by even hearing it at all. This boy has seriously never opened his mouth until now, or if he has, Mike has never heard it.
“I hope you’re enjoying what you’re seeing.”
Mike damn near jumps out of his skin, raising his shades again to get a better look, and holy shit.
Holy fucking shit, he’s even more beautiful up close.
And Mike can finally tell that his eyes are indeed not brown, which he always suspected. They’re hazel. A good mix of both brown and emerald green, like a forest in the summer. It’s breathtaking.
“Oh, hey there cutie,” Mike says with a humiliating voice crack before clearing his throat, coughing aggressively and hitting his chest as if he were choking. “Sorry. Hi, I mean– um. Person. My bad, I swallowed a bug I think. Uhhh, soo— what’s your name?”
The boy lets out a soft melodious laugh, somewhere between amused and fond. Mike hopes it’s more fond than amused, but he doesn’t have any high hopes because seriously, who talks like that?
“That’s alright. The bugs are quite tedious in the summer,” he replies with a little smile, standing right in front of Mike now. “And my name is Will. Why do you wanna know so bad? I have a boyfriend, y’know.”
Mike’s heart fucking drops. Like, way further than a straight man’s heart should drop when a boy says he has a boyfriend. In fact it feels like it’s in his ass. But he tries his best to not let any emotion show on his face whatsoever.
“Oh yeah? What’s his name?” Mike asks, his voice coming out a bit smoother this time. He mentally fist-pumps in triumph when he manages to actually sound like a grown man instead of a kid this time.
“Claude,” Will replies slowly, his brows furrowing in confusion as he looks up at Mike, probably thinking that the question is odd. “Anyway, I-“
Mike’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head, cutting Will off. “Your boyfriend is named Clog??”
Will snorts, shaking his head quickly. “What? No!! He’s named Claude. Like, C-L-A-U-D-E.”
Mike smirks, leaning a little closer to Will, resting his elbow on the chair and his chin in his palm. He can’t help but take the ridiculous name as an opportunity to take a jab. He’s not sure if it’s out of jealousy or something else, but seriously, who names their child Claude, for fuck’s sake? That’s way worse than Michael, even though Mike hates his common and old-fashioned name with a burning passion.
“Huh? Claude… like the AI app? Somehow that’s even worse. Sounds like to me your boyfriend is a robot,” Mike says teasingly, raising a brow at Will as he reads his expression.
“You’ve got quite the sense of humor… uh,” Will tilts his head, the lines between his eyebrows deepening adorably. He looks like a confused little bunny.
“Mike,” Mike replies, giving Will a deliberately slow onceover. Damn, he’s even sexier up close. Like, really up close and not just through a magnifying glass. It feels more personal, more real, and Mike is having an extremely difficult time focusing on the actual conversation. All he wants to do right now is focus on those hips and thighs, and of course those hypnotizing eyes, which he might add, might be his new favorite feature of the brunette’s.
“Mike,” Will echoes as if testing the name on his tongue. A pleasant shiver runs down Mike’s spine, and he does not like where the pleasure from it chose to settle. Oops.
Who is he to blame? He loves the way his own name sounds falling from Will’s rosy, plush lips. He wishes he could hear it over and over again.
“Nice to meet you, Mike. Anyway, I was gonna ask if you had any extra sunscreen. I forgot to bring mine..”
“Oh, yeah,” Mike replies much too quickly, seemingly very enthusiastic to help. He’s leaning over in milliseconds, rummaging through a black duffle bag in which he keeps practically everything— snacks, water, useless things that have probably been there for years, and luckily a bottle of sunscreen. Mike keeps this particular item on him because he is as pale as a vampire, and if he doesn’t slather his entire body in sunscreen, he will turn more red than WheezingWheeler’s ‘Super Soaker’ within 2 seconds every time he’s on lifeguard duty. He learned that the hard way.
Will sighs, his shoulders visibly slumping in relief and a smile of gratitude tugging at his lips. He reaches out the gently take the bottle of sunscreen from Mike, their fingers brushing against each others’ for the briefest of moments. God, Mike wishes he could play that moment on repeat for the rest of his life.
“Thank you so much. You’re a lifesaver,” Will breathes out, already flicking open the cap and pouring a generous amount of sunscreen onto his hands. Mike watches, completely enraptured as this boy does something as simple as put on sunscreen. Not that he’s never seen him do it before of course, but this time he’s right here. Talking to him. Using HIS sunscreen.
Why is Will still standing here? Mike feels like he’s going to faint. Seriously, he feels absolutely ill in the best possible way. How is he supposed to even string together a cohesive sentence right now?
“Uh–”
“Wait, sorry. The reason I’m still standing here is because I need someone to get my back for me. And there’s no one with me, so I was hoping…” Will starts, before placing his elbows on the armchair of the big white seat, leaning into Mike’s personal space. “I was hoping you would help me.”
Mike pulls back abruptly and leans to the opposite side of his chair, not because he wants to distance himself from Will– of course not– but because he is so nervous that he feels like throwing up for real now. Being in such close proximity has his stomach churning and his mind spiraling.
This is crazy. Why do none of the girls make him feel like this?
“You can’t get your AI-generated boyfriend to help you?” Mike asks, a half-hearted smirk tugging at his lips, but it’s mostly feigned. He is just trying his best to maintain his confidence, and so far it isn’t working out so well.
Will scoffs, but it doesn’t sound actually annoyed. His jaw drops and his head tilts, eyes still on Mike. And by some miraculous means, he actually looks entertained. Mike can barely fathom the fact that he made this boy smile. Multiple times, might he add.
“He isn’t AI, he just has a goofy name. He can’t help it,” Will says through a small giggle.
Mike’s smirk turns sly. That giggle was adorable. He wants to make Will giggle over and over again, but he’s not sure if he’s funny enough for that. (because apparently he has a self-deprecating issue amongst all his other issues. Whoops.)
“Right,” Mike says, finally daring to lean a little closer to Will. “Can I see the sunscreen? I’ll do your back for ya.”
Will nods, complying quickly as he hands the open bottle of sunscreen to Mike. Mike takes it, but his hand is so sweaty from a combination of nerves and the heat that it almost slips right out of his hand.
“Turn around for me,” Mike murmurs, his voice a little rough. Fuck. He clears his throat again, ignoring the blush creeping up onto his cheeks and the adrenaline thrumming through his body at the thought of seeing that perfect ass practically right in front of his face. And if that isn’t bad enough, he has to literally rub his hands over Will’s body.
Mike is so fucking screwed. He’s just now realizing how screwed he actually is. This cannot be happening, and for his own sanity’s sake he’s choosing to believe that he died and he woke up to a weird mix of both Heaven and Hell, or he is having a really crazy fever dream.
Will obliges, of course. He turns around, and Mike has to chew on his lip to stifle a groan, his eyes sweeping over Will’s entire backside. Pervert.
Will is much shorter than Mike, more slender, not as much muscle but he doesn’t look weak. And most importantly he has curves in all the places that could drive even the strongest, straightest men up the wall.
His body is so fucking perfect, Mike can’t see straight. He shakes his head aggressively as if that will magically take away the hearts engulfing his vision.
“Alright,” Mike mutters, more to hype himself up than anything else. Will on the other hand appears perfectly calm. It’s almost infuriating.
Mike tilts the bottle over, squeezing some sunscreen in his hand before rubbing both of his hands together, spreading the substance out more evenly. He then slowly and shakily reaches out to touch Will’s back, gulping down a pool of saliva. He can’t believe he’s doing this.
He decides to just get it over with. The first contact with Will’s warm, smooth skin nearly sends his brain short-circuiting, but he has to keep moving so that things don’t get weird. So, Mike makes the quickest work possible of lathering Will’s entire gorgeous back with sunscreen. His eyes wander, of course– as they tend to do– but this time they literally have a full meal to feast on. Not just Will’s ass, though it is perfect, but also the cute moles smattered across Will’s skin. Some big, some barely large enough to even notice. But Mike notices. He’s an expert at it, even.
Will is perfectly tranquil and composed, and if Mike isn’t mistaken, he even seems to be enjoying the feeling of Mike’s hands on his skin. Mike can’t think about that too much, of course, or else he’ll start spiralling for real.
His hands go lower and lower, spreading the sunscreen evenly, until his large hands reach Will’s hips and the small of his back, the area right above the hem of that sinfully skimpy bikini. Mike tries his best to keep his hands respectful, but his mind is anything but. Of course, Will doesn’t have to know that.
Mike loves the way his hands look so big against Will’s body. He thinks he could grab onto his waist and yank him back with no issue, if he wanted to–
Fuck. No. Stop thinking like that.
Mike pulls back only when his fingers accidentally brush the top edge of Will’s bikini. He was absolutely getting carried away, and the throbbing that has terrifyingly settled in his lap is testament to that. He crosses his legs quick enough to make his head spin.
“Alright,” Mike says, his voice rather strained. “You’re all good.”
Will turns around, a big smile adorning his face. God, he seems so thankful, like Mike really did just save his life after all. It’s adorable.
“Thank you so much! You’re so kind,” he chirps.
Mike returns the smile, his hand brushing through his own hair in subconscious motion to make sure it looks as good as possible. ‘Yeah, no problem. Come back again– I mean, if you need anything, or if you have a question.”
“I sure will,” Will replies with a small nod, his perfect brunette locks falling slightly over his forehead. He’s so beautiful it makes Mike’s eyes hurt.
“Also uh– Will,” Mike calls one last time, raising his hand just a little to keep his attention before he can walk off. “I want you to know I wasn’t like– looking at you with the binoculars or anything. There was a uh– there was a bird. On the fence. Yeah. A really colorful, pretty bird. Did I mention I’m a bird watcher??”
Will blinks, his eyes wide and owlish, but that amused smile tugging at his lips says it all. He doesn’t believe Mike one bit. But the craziest thing is, it doesn’t seem like he has an issue with Mike watching him anyway.
And then Will says something that punches the air right out of Mike’s lungs, making his entire body seize.
“I’m going to the bathroom, Mike. You should join me, if you want.”
Mike feels like he literally just won the Indiana state lottery. There’s no way hitting the actual jackpot would feel better than this.
But of course, like an idiot, he has to ask anyway. Mike has a huge fear of accidentally misunderstanding someone, both because he has indeed done that a million times before and because he has to hear a detailed explanation on the why factor of a situation before he’ll actually believe it.
“But wait– Why?” Mike says, his brows furrowing deeply. “I’m literally on lifeguard duty, I can’t-”
“Because,” Will breathes out, looking up at Mike through his devastatingly long lashes. “I don’t like Claude all that much anyway.”
Well damn. Fuck lifeguard duty, then. This job can go out the window for all Mike cares. Because he is about to go to the bathroom with the boy he’s been obsessed with for a year. It might be irrational, but that fact is literally all that Mike can focus on except for the pounding of his heart and the ache between his legs.
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It all just happened so fast. Will gave Mike a deliberate once-over, and Mike might be stupid most of the time, but he was actually smart enough to catch on to the way those pretty eyes of Will’s lingered on his crotch for more than a respectful second.
Will seemed like he wanted it. And Mike is so down-bad, he will be damned if he doesn’t give Will what he wants.
So Mike does what only someone as reckless as him would do. He abandons his duty, his sanity, and puts himself and the entire pool at risk just to follow a pretty boy into the bathroom. He is so insanely weak, nowhere near the strongest man. And he has horrible self-control skills, that’s for damn sure.
Mike’s never been quite so light on his feet. He’s swinging open the bathroom door in milliseconds, scanning the area for Will, but he’s moving slower now as to not risk falling on the tiled floor which is scattered with puddles of pool water. The room is humid, and it smells strongly of chlorine and fresh linen. (Mike always cleans the bathrooms because no one else does it right, so he’s thankful. It could smell much worse.)
Mike might have moved fast, but apparently Will moved faster, because Mike can’t find him anywhere. Mike furrows his brows and ventures further into the room, closing the door shut and locking it behind him with an unmistakable, final click. If anyone else needs to use the bathroom, they’ll just have to wait it out.
“Will, where are you?” Mike calls out. “Geez, you have some fast legs—“
Mike yelps like a dog, startled, as the door to the first stall swings open before he can fully pass it. Before he can say or do anything else, he’s being tugged into the stall by a firm hold on his arm.
“Ahhh! Wait up—“
Then, it happens. Mike’s wildest fantasy has come to life in a few mere milliseconds.
Warm, plush lips, capturing his own. Soft hands grabbing onto the back of his neck and dragging him closer.
The third thing, and perhaps the hardest thing that strikes Mike is that Will’s lips are not only silky soft, they also have a saccharine sweetness to them. All of his days of watching and admiring Will had lead him to of course notice the boy’s ritualistic habit of applying lip balm, but Mike couldn’t figure out more than that. He always tried to squint through his binoculars and try to get a read on the flavor, but he never was successful. Mike always imagined that Will’s lips would be sweet, though.
Cotton candy sweet, to be exact. Will uses cotton candy balm on his lips.
Mike can’t help but melt into it, looping his arms around Will’s waist and tugging his smaller form flush against his body. The touch of bare skin against bare skin is electric— Will’s soft stomach against Mike’s lean one, both warm and sweat-slick from the heat, but neither of them seem to mind so much.
A few more seconds of kissing Will has Mike’s head spinning. It’s the best sensation he ever felt, but it’s also making him panic the longer it goes on. For one simple reason— Mike has never kissed anyone before in his life, and he has not the slightest idea what he’s doing. And Will is a master at it, sliding his lips languidly against Mike’s, teasing his mouth apart with his wet tongue—
“Will,” Mike gasps, pulling away and trying desperately to get a grip on himself. “What the hell was that for? You don’t even know me-“
“I know you just about as much as you know me,” Will says, raising a quick brow and smiling up at Mike, his hands sliding down the taller boy’s neck to rest on his broad shoulders instead. “I’ve been coming here for quite a while, you know. As long as you’ve been working here. I know you watch me… I watch you too.”
I watch you too.
I watch you too, I watch you too, I watch you too—
“What?” Mike sputters, because he is an idiot who has to hear something explained in detail as he mentioned earlier. “You watch me? Me??”
Will giggles again, his head tipping back a little. “Yeah, I do. Don’t sound so surprised, Mike.”
Mike huffs out a heavy breath, loosening his vicelike hold around Will’s waist but by no means letting go. “I mean, how am I not supposed to be surprised? That’s— I mean, straight up admitting you’ve been watching someone is going to shock them a little bit.”
An amused expression flashes across Will’s face as he looks back up at Mike properly. “It’s better than not admitting it at all, don’t ya think?”
Mike’s cheeks flare bright red instantly. Will is always a step ahead of him. In more ways than one, apparently.
“I’m sorry about that,” Mike says pathetically, clearly guilty, attempting to take a step back. Will doesn’t allow it, dragging Mike back against his half-naked body. “I just, you’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful, and–”
“Don’t apologize,” Will whispers under his breath, leaning up so that his breath is ghosting over Mike’s lips again. It sends a violent shiver wracking through Mike. “You can apologize by kissing me some more.”
Mike moves like lightning, keeping one hand on the small of Will’s back, the other one flying up to take hold of the back of Will’s hair, tilting his head back so their lips and slot together easier.
Will moans into the kiss. He actually fucking moans. It’s a soft, blissed little sound, and it might be the sexiest thing Mike has ever heard in his life.
“Fuck,” Mike rasps out in response. Will takes Mike’s parted mouth as an opportunity and nips at his full lower lip, sucking it wetly between his teeth before letting it go with an audible ‘pop.’
If Mike gets half-hard just by looking at Will and fully hard just by performing the innocent act of putting sunscreen on his back, one could only imagine how he feels now. Pressed up against every inch of Will’s curvy body, kissing him, Will’s tongue and lips tangling with his, teeth teasing at his mouth. It’s quite literally nearly enough to make Mike come in his fucking swim trunks.
“Wait-“ Mike gasps out, pulling back to take in a much-needed lungful of air.
“Huh?” Will pants out, fingers idly toying with the hair at the nape of Mike’s neck, his pupils so dilated that they almost engulf his irises. It’s evident that he’s affected as well. “What’s wrong?”
“Will…” Mike groans, eyes slipping shut and head lolling back as Will leans back down, attacking the sensitive skin of his neck with slow, open-mouthed kisses. “That. That’s what’s wrong. You’re too fucking good at this, and I don’t know what I’m doing at all.. I- ahh..I’ve never..”
Will lets out a sharp huff, his hot breath ghosting over Mike’s neck. It gives Mike goosebumps, and the way Will’s leg suddenly slides up Mike’s and hikes over his hip— almost as if he’s trying to climb Mike like a tree— certainly doesn’t help. Because now, their crotches are rubbing directly against each other with every move they make, and it’s maddening.
“It’s such a shame you’ve never done this,” Will purrs, mouthing and sucking sweetly at a soft spot on Mike’s neck. “What a waste of a perfectly good cock. You’re gonna be a good boy and put it to use for me, right? Hm?”
Good boy.
If Mike had a tail right now, it would absolutely be wagging like crazy.
“Now how did you know about-“
“I told you,” Will murmurs, straightening up to press another peck to Mike’s mouth. He has to stand on his tip-toes to do so, it’s the cutest thing Mike has ever seen. “I’ve been watching you. Wanting you. You’re a very handsome lifeguard.. has anyone ever told you that?”
“Ummm… my mom,” Mike replies, his eyes narrowing and his mouth pulling an awkward smile against Will’s sly one. “And a few girls here at the pool, I guess. But I don’t think they’re telling the truth.”
“They are,” Will corrects quickly, sliding his lips torturously slowly down Mike’s chest, tongue darting out occasionally to get a taste of his skin. “I’ve looked at you enough to know.”
Mike nearly chokes on his own spit, both at Will’s shocking words and the maddeningly good feeling of his mouth on his body. He tosses around words in his addled mind for a few long moments. The further down Will’s sinful lips travel, the less Mike is able to even think about speaking.
“I wish you would have told me sooner,” Mike eventually settles on saying, his hand going down in an instinctive movement to take a good grip on Will’s hair.
“I was waiting for you to approach me first,” Will breathes out, leaving a final kiss right above Mike’s navel before sinking slowly to his knees right in front of him. “I figured maybe last summer you were just too scared. I thought this summer you might, and. I tried to get your attention, but nothing ever made you come talk to me…”
“I’m sorry,” Mike responds, his free hand brushing over his face before settling on his chin, fingers splaying out over his mouth and cheeks so his blush isn’t so visible. “I guess I never thought you’d be interested in me. I’m such a coward.”
Will looks up at Mike through his lashes, his brows knitting together as if this is unfathomable. “What? Of course I’m interested,” he says, his fingers beginning to absentmindedly toy with the waistband of Mike’s red swim trunks. “You’re so..hot. And…this..”
Mike gulps, staring down at the brunette, his eyes half-lidded but still watching his every move. Will’s hand is drifting down further and further, his lip caught between his teeth, before abruptly giving Mike’s erection a small squeeze in his palm. Not enough to do much, but enough to make Mike realize exactly what Will was going to say before he cut himself off.
Mike gasps in surprise and pleasure, his hips inching forward into Will’s touch. “God, you’re so naughty..”
Mike is more shocked by the words that just tumbled out of his mouth than he is by this entire situation as a whole. He never speaks like this– sure, he might have his fantasies, as most do– but he never thought he’d actually find himself in a real life position where he would be in control, talking dirty, having someone this gorgeous and this confident on his knees for him. Mike’s too much of a loser for that, too much of a nerd. Or so he thought. But oh, how the tables can turn so quickly.
Will doesn’t seem to think Mike is a loser or a nerd. Or maybe he does, and maybe he just doesn’t care. That might make it even better. But one thing’s for certain, Will surely likes the way Mike is taking charge now. It’s evident in the way he melts, naturally leaning closer to Mike on his knees.
“There you go,” Will breathes out. “You’re even hotter when you take charge of me. I love it so much.”
Mike raises a brow when his suspicions of Will actually being submissive are confirmed after all. He can’t help but tighten his grip in Will’s hair, dragging him even closer to his crotch. “Oh yeah? You’re hot when you’re on your knees for me. Are you that desperate for cock, that you have to beg for it on a hard tile floor? Is that it?”
Will squeaks as he’s yanked closer, his eyes widening at Mike’s sudden shift in demeanor, the dirty talk that carries a heavy undertone of teasing. It’s like the floodgates of Mike’s wildest desires have finally opened. All of the things he’s wanted to say to Will but couldn’t, all the pent-up frustration he’s had toward him for the past two summers is finally overflowing. And there’s no going back.
“Mhmm,” Will hums, nodding slowly in agreement, eyes sparkling as he looks up at Mike again, his fingers tugging suggestively at Mike’s swimming trunks. “I want it.. I want it so much. I wanna see if you taste as good as you look.”
“Well don’t let me stop you, cutie,” Mike replies, encouraging Will by brushing a hand slowly through his hair.
Will smiles, huffing out a small laugh as he begins to tug down Mike’s red shorts in a much-too eager, almost playful movement. “How ironic. You’re calling me pet names with no shame now. Earlier you said you swallowed a bug.”
Mike smirks. “I didn’t.”
“No shit,” Will snorts out. “It was cute though, how you tried to play it off. How you always try to play off looking at me, staring at my ass…”
Mike’s breath hitches, his hips nudging forward and a shiver running through him as his cock springs out of his trunks, hard and leaking against his stomach. “Oh god..”
Speaking of God, Will looks currently like he’s just seen him. His eyes are wide, his jaw slack and his cheeks blooming with a rosy flush. The look of shock on his face is a very good one on him, Mike thinks.
“You’re even bigger up close,” Will moans out softly, not hesitating to reach out and wrap his hand around Mike’s cock, giving it a slow pump, then another.
Mike hisses, hips jerking. “Yeah, that’s what I said about your ass when I was putting the sunscreen on your back,” he quips.
“Oh my gosh,” Will giggles, hand settling around the base as he leans in to leave kitten licks on the tip of Mike’s cock, collecting the bead of precum leaking from the flushed tip. “Mm.. the sunscreen thing was the best excuse I could come up with to come talk to you.”
“You had sunscreen of your own the whole time?” Mike pants out.
“Mhmm,” Will hums quietly, teasingly sucking the head of Mike’s cock between his plush lips, maintaining heated eye contact through the entire filthy act.
“Of course. Brat,” Mike mutters under his breath, but he sort of hopes Will heard it. He hopes Will knows how much of a brat he is. “I should’ve known. You never come to my pool without sunscreen.”
Will nods slowly, as if to wordlessly say ‘yeah, you’re right.’ And that small head motion only serves to make Mike’s cock slide deeper into the wet heat of his perfect mouth.
Mike knows he isn’t going to last long. There’s absolutely no doubt about that. He’s been practically abusing his cock with his right hand for years on end, having absolutely nothing else to satisfy himself with. He used to be upset about his lack of sexual experiences, he used to get an insatiable fear of missing out, especially in his high school years. But now, all of his fear and pent-up frustration has just resulted in him being more horny. Clearly so, especially with all the fantasies he’s been having about this boy in particular.
Sometimes he would also fantasize about how getting a blowjob would feel, or how it would feel to be inside someone. He of course knew it would feel good, and that knowledge alone was satisfying to him when he would touch himself– he could imagine it. He could pretend, pretend he isn’t a loser who no one wants to have sex with.
But now that he’s experiencing it? The good imagination that he has is practically meaningless. None of the fantasies he has concocted– not even the ones about Will– even come close to this amount of pleasure.
Will has begun bobbing his head up and down on Mike’s cock, his hands holding on to Mike’s hips to ground himself. Mike’s honestly happy about the grip, because if it wasn’t for that grip, he might just get weak in the knees and fall over.
It’s clear Will is skilled. The way he doesn’t have to use his hands, the way he can slurp down well over half of Mike’s length without gagging or even shedding a single tear. He’s evidently done this so many times before, and the results of his practice makes Mike’s head spin. How did he get so lucky?
And if the suction of Will’s mouth, the fullness of his lips and the perfect swirling of his tongue weren’t devastating enough, the eye contact that he keeps with Mike certainly is. It’s even more heated now, more desperate. Will looks like he’s hungry for it, with those hazy, stunning eyes that somehow look greener than ever right now. He looks like he’s been hungry for it for years.
“Will,” Mike groans out his name, the name of the boy who he barely knows but who he’s also been hungry for for such a long time. The boy Mike barely knows– the boy who barely knows him even– who is currently on his knees for him in a community pool bathroom, mouth stuffed full of his cock like this is all he’s ever wanted.
A brief thought passes through Mike’s mind, and it might be the first cohesive one he’s had since this entire ordeal began.
Mike wants to know Will. He wants nothing more than to really know him, to know more than just this.
But that’s something he’ll sort through later, when he’s not so hyperfocused on not blowing his load down Will’s throat embarrassingly quickly.
“You’re such a good boy, Will,” Mike praises, looking down at Will who is currently putting all his might into swallowing down Mike’s cock over and over again, the obscene wet sounds of slurping echoing through the otherwise quiet bathroom. He’s so gorgeous, with those flushed cheeks, his fluttering lashes fanning out across them in response to the praise.
Mike heaves out a heavy breath. “Oh, you like that, huh?” His hand tangles tighter in those brunette locks, slowly dragging Will even further onto his 11-inch length, gently testing his ability to take it. And of course, Will takes it beautifully, letting out a muffled little moan around Mike as he relaxes his throat. It’s an open invitation, and Mike begins moving his own hips forward in shallow thrusts.
Mike groans as he fucks into Will’s mouth. He of course has no idea what he’s doing, he’s just chasing what feels good for him, but he is also being very careful that he doesn’t hurt Will by keeping his movements slow.
“Fuck, your mouth feels so good.”
Will whimpers, muffled and desperate at the added praise. He slips his hands back to grab two handfuls of Mike’s ass, yanking him forward into his own mouth repeatedly so that he can deepthroat his entire cock. It’s like he’s wordlessly telling Mike, ‘I can take it. I want it. Please give it to me.’
Will finally does something as he slurps down Mike’s cock eagerly, letting it hit the back of his throat over and over like his life depends on it.
He chokes and gags, tears spilling over his waterline in an instinctive reaction to having something shoved so far down his throat. Mike, who was thrusting forward to meet Will’s eager slurping, moans lowly at the arousing sound before pulling back to both let Will catch his breath and to ensure that his twitching cock doesn’t start spilling cum into that wrecked throat right away.
“God, I was so close,” Mike rasps, his long fingers loosening in Will’s hair and resorting to slow petting again. “You are so fucking good at that. How did you even get so good?”
Will pants, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. His pretty hair’s a mess, his eyes are watery, his flushed cheeks have tears streaking down them and his lips are bitten and spit-slick. He looks like every man’s wet dream.
“Lots and lots of practice,” Will manages to breathe out heavily, his ruined mouth twisting into a little smile as his hand snakes back to Mike’s wet and throbbing cock, wrapping around it and giving it a few sloppy pumps.
Mike hisses, the sound coming out as more of a whine than anything. “I’m so serious. I’m gonna come if you don’t stop right now.”
Will giggles, abruptly pulling his hand back. Brat. It’s so clear he’s messing with Mike and that he also really enjoys messing with him.
Mike smirks, amused as he looks down at Will, admiring him. Even while performing such an obscene act, he looks like the most innocent angel that ever walked. Sounds like one too, with that beautiful giggle that Mike already mentioned loving so much.
“Come here,” Mike murmurs, reaching down to grab onto Will and gently pull him to his feet again. As soon as Will stands, Mike’s mouth is finding those wrecked lips of his, capturing it in a heated kiss.
Will moans, melting into Mike’s touch, pressing his body up into his stronger one all over again. Their lips and tongues slide together wetly for a few long moments, and Mike’s hands begin to wander all over Will’s body– possessively sliding down his waist, squeezing at his hips, tugging at the top of his bikini before letting it snap roughly back into place on his sensitive skin.
Will yelps at the pain, nipping at Mike’s lip sharply in response. “Ahh.. M-Mike..”
Mike just groans, biting Will back before slipping his tongue back inside, exploring Will’s mouth with a newfound burst of confidence. His large hands drift down further still, groping and kneading at the plush cheeks of Will’s ass. He uses his grip to drag Will into a grind, his soft stomach rubbing over Mike’s rock-hard cock, and it makes them both moan desperately into the kiss.
“Mike what?” Mike finally asks, pulling back and staring deeply into Will’s eyes, his own dark and full of lust.
“Mike.. fuck me. Mike, stretch me out on those long fingers, put that big dick inside me. I want you to ruin me on it. Please,” Will begs under his breath, his own eyes wide and pleading, shining with both tears and that submissive glint that drives Mike wild.
“Slut…” Mike mutters under his breath, giving Will’s left ass cheek a little smack, letting the skin ripple from it and enjoying Will’s startled squeak. He then brings his fingers up to Will’s mouth, nudging at his rosy lips. “Begging to be fucked by a stranger when you have a boyfriend. Can you open your mouth for me, cutie?”
Will obliges right away, parting his lips and sucking Mike’s lanky middle and ring fingers into his mouth with the same amount of enthusiasm he had with his cock. It’s damn near as arousing of a sight for Mike as well, and he has to literally sweat to not just come from watching Will slurp on his fingers so obediently while giving him those doe eyes.
Mike chews his lip, his eyes completely dark now as he presses down on Will’s tongue, thrusting long fingers further into that mouth just to hear a pretty gag again. He keeps his hand on Will’s other ass cheek, kneading at it and spreading it apart deliberately, thumbing at his hole.
“Alright,” Mike murmurs, sliding his sopping wet fingers out, a lewd string of spit connecting them to Will’s lips for a second before snapping. He slowly lowers his hand again, his other hand tugging Will’s small bikini to the side. “Just– let me know if I’m doing something wrong. And tell me what feels good. I’m not sure exactly what I’m doing.”
Mike’s voice is softer now, not as rough. He’s being more vulnerable and honest, because really, there’s no reason not to be. If Will hated Mike’s lack of experience or found it off-putting, he wouldn’t have put himself in this situation.
“Okay,” Will replies sweetly, his mouth finding Mike’s, fingers tangling in his hair.
Mike kisses back, the kiss more slow and languid this time, mainly because he’s distracted by the other task at hand. He circles Will’s small hole, groaning at the way it winks involuntarily against his fingertips, and then he slowly begins to sink a finger inside.
Will pulls away just a little from the kiss, enough to gasp against Mike’s mouth. “Oh god.. yeah.. your finger’s so long. Feels much better than when I do it myself.”
Mike raises a brow, sinking his finger in gradually. Will’s hole is tight, vicelike, and it’s warm and velvety on the inside. It feels so fucking good, and it clenches rhythmically around his finger as if trying to suck it in like a hungry vaccuum.
“Does it feel better than your boyfriend’s fingers?” Mike jabs, his voice a low mutter as he begins nudging at Will’s hole with his other finger before beginning to slip it inside as well, the copious amount of spit making the slide easily.
“Yes,” Will moans out, soft and under his breath but with no amount of hesitation. His hole flutters, his hips rolling down subtly as if trying to take more, take more of something he can’t have yet. “Does feel better. Your fingers.. they can reach places so deep inside me.”
Mike groans. Knowing that he of all people is capable of giving someone pleasure, especially someone as gorgeous and as deserving of pleasure as this lovely boy, gives him a heady sense of satisfaction. In fact, the satisfaction he feels from giving Will pleasure might be greater than the satisfaction he feels when Will is pleasuring him, as great as the feeling is. It doesn’t really compare to hearing those moans, seeing the way that cute face scrunches up in ecstasy.
Well.. what the hell does that say about Mike?
“Mm.. curl your fingers a lit– ahh!”
Mike obeys instantly, hooking his fingers inside Will and dragging the tips over a sensitive spot over and over, the fucking motions of the digits getting quicker and more desperate. Desperate to make Will shake in pleasure and beg for more.
“Oh god, oh god, yes. Fuck, right there, mmhm– So good,” Will pants out, fucking himself back onto Mike’s fingers harder now, almost as if he is really riding cock. Mike growls, actually growls, his other hand landing a rougher slap on Will’s ass as he kisses him desperately again.
Mike is losing control. He can tell Will is too. He needs to get inside Will fast.
Fingering Will is something that Mike was nervous about messing up at first, but the longer he does it, the more he wonders what the hell he was nervous about. Will’s body is trembling, his hips are rolling as he rocks down onto his long fingers like a dog in heat, his pretty lips parted in a soft stream of moans. Clearly, Mike is not bad at this. So he gets bolder in his movements, scissoring his fingers inside Will to further the stretch, trying different angles and different speeds until he finds one that makes Will whimper pathetically. He sticks with that one until Will opens his mouth again.
“Oh– fuck, wait. Stop. I’m gonna come. Actually, nooo- don’t stop, please.. Fuck, I’m close-” Will whines out, his thighs trembling and his riding motions slowing down, going uncoordinated.
Mike only doubles down on his efforts, his free hand moving from groping Will’s ass to take hold of his neglected cock instead, jerking it roughly. Will cries out softly, his brain visibly short-circuiting. He clearly can’t choose whether to rock his hips forward or backwards, the dual stimulation is maddening to him. Seeing and hearing the results of it is maddening to Mike too.
“Come on, come for me,” Mike encourages in a low mutter next to Will’s ear, only speeding up his movements. “Let me see that pretty face when you do..”
That’s all it takes. Will explodes, shivers wracking his entire body and choked whimpers punched out of his lungs as he spills all over his stomach, streaks of white painting the tan skin beautifully. The filthy contrast of Will’s release against his pretty skin is so obscene, it makes Mike’s mouth water and his cock ache.
Mike slows down only when Will weakly whimpers ‘stop, too sensitive,’ and he pulls his hands away from Will’s wrecked body, having mercy.
“I’ve never seen a guy come before,” Mike says unhelpfully after opening and closing his mouth for a few seconds, his eyes wide like he just discovered a new species. “I think I might be gay.”
Will furrows his eyebrows, his face twisting into something absolutely incredulous, like this is the craziest thing he’s ever heard. The way he locked back in so quickly almost gives Mike whiplash.
“Do you think? Will asks, his voice absolutely dripping with sarcasm. “Do you really think you’re gay? Are you sure? I mean, what could possibly make you think you’re gay?”
Mike huffs, annoyed, running his clean hand through his hair. A habit. “Yeahh.. it’s obvious, isn’t it.” It isn’t really a question.
Will nods firmly. “Um, yeah. It’s like saying the grass is green. Now shut up, put your dick inside me. You can have your gay crisis later.”
Mike’s brows raise to his hairline and he growls playfully again, smirking as he grabs onto Will’s hips almost hard enough to bruise, spinning him around and pressing him face first against the stall of the bathroom. One hand grabs at Will’s elegant arms, pulling them behind his back and keeping his wrists together by a firm hold. His other hand grabs at Will’s bikini, pulling it roughly to the side again. Easy access.
Mike has never been in this much control in his life. He actually finds himself enjoying it quite a bit.
“Ahh!” Will yelps through a laugh, his cheek and most of his bare skin practically pressed against the cold metal of the stall. “Wait, this is so cold.. I don’t think you realize I’m half-naked.”
“You being half-naked is what got you into this position in the first place,” Mike says, landing a little smack on Will’s thigh, watching as it jiggles. “You wear the sluttiest little bikinis, did I ever tell you that?”
“No,” Will moans out at the slap, subconsciously pushing his ass back, rubbing it all over Mike’s cock and chewing his lip to stifle a grin at the way Mike grunts in response. “You were too much of a coward to tell me.”
“So cheeky for someone who’s about to get stuffed with cock. You won’t be giggling like that when I’m so deep inside you that you can feel it in your stomach,” Mike jabs in response, keeping a good hold on Will’s wrists and leaning his full body weight on him so that he can’t move, his other hand going to collect Will’s release off of his stomach, swiping a hand through it slowly.
“Oh god,” Will breathes out, his eyes falling half-lidded. That surely got him in line really quick.
“That’s exactly what I thought,” Mike murmurs, lubing up his cock with Will’s come, taking his time just to watch how the brunette squirms against his grip.
“Please…”
“Patience,” Mike teases, bringing himself closer, lining up to Will’s stretched hole. He watches, entranced for a long moment as Will clenches like he’s already waiting for it. “That’s your problem, you’re so used to getting everything you want right away. Sometimes it doesn’t work like that, y’know.”
“You should tell yourself that,” Will replies cheekily, his ass pushing back, his hole catching on the tip of Mike’s cock.
“Right. Just– shut up. Just shut up,” Mike says, but his tone is more flustered than anything. He yanks Will’s bikini to the side again as he takes a deep breath before slowly beginning to push inside. The heat and suction is already mind-numbing, even around nothing but the head of his dick.
“And just let me know if it hurts,” Mike gets out, his voice strained as he fights to not thrust deeper. Too much, too quick wouldn’t be good. Even though Will is experienced, Mike doesn’t want to hurt him, of course. And he doesn’t want to come embarrassingly quickly (he will anyway, most likely.)
“Mmm, doesn’t hurt.. you just stretch me so much better than he does,” Will moans out, his form melting into the cold stall despite his earlier words. “Feels good already..”
“Oh god,” Mike groans, sinking just a little deeper into that illegally warm, velvety heat. It’s so inviting. He never knew it could feel like this, he really didn’t. He leans over, already pressing his face into Will’s shoulder and breathing heavily against it to try to get his bearings.
“Please, more. I can take it. Fuck me hard,” Will moans out sweetly, begging for it in the prettiest voice known to man.
Mike can’t resist. He adjusts his grip on Will, making sure it’s tight, before he pushes in completely, moaning desperately at the damn near painful grip around his cock and the stretch that he can physically feel around him. It’s like he’s carving out a new space inside Will’s body, one that only he can fit. It’s so intimate but it’s so dirty at the same time.
“So big, oh my fucking god,” Will moans out, his hips rocking back experimentally. Mike grunts, pulling back before beginning to experiment with shallow thrusts, finding his rhythm, finding an angle that Will likes.
“Yeah, do I fuck you better than he does?” Mike rasps out, though he does blush a bit at his words. He’s still getting used to talking like this to a real person rather than just the computer screen at late hours of the night (and probably the demons in his room, too.)
“Mmhm, so much better,” Will pants, throwing his ass back onto Mike’s cock. Mike looks down, mesmerized at how the plush, round flesh is already rippling from the desperate bouncing motions.
“God, you have the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen,” Mike groans, pulling the back of his bikini far enough over so that it can’t slide back into place before just grabbing at Will’s ass cheeks roughly, spreading them apart so that he can see his dick disappear, being sucked into that pink hole over and over. “So tight.. the way you squeeze me, baby..-”
Will moans at the new pet name, seemingly enjoying it. Mike didn’t even realize he said it until a few seconds after it spilled from his mouth.
“Yes, just like that,” Will whimpers, his mouth parted, jaw slack and his eyes shut in pleasure. He looks like there’s nowhere he’d rather be than beind held down by Mike, fucked by Mike, controlled by Mike. He was bold at first, even a bit bratty, but now… it’s like he’s fallen completely into a submissive headspace. It gives Mike such an intense sense of dominance, something he’s never felt before. It makes him nearly go cross-eyed. “Right there..”
“You’re so cute when you’re taking me,” Mike says lowly, keeping Will engaged, keeping him under the influence. And he just loves praising him. It’s so much different, so much better to praise someone to their face instead of just admiring from afar.
He keeps Will’s ass spread, watching as he plunges into Will over and over. His movements are getting quicker, deeper, making Will’s smaller body jolt and slide against the slippery metal of the stall, and his free hands now flail out to grab at something, anything to ground himself.
Mike doesn’t allow it. He lets go of Will’s ass to yank Will’s arms behind his back again, holding them tightly, his other hand flying up to wrap around his throat. He feels Will’s pulse rabbiting just beneath his skin, but he doesn’t squeeze any tighter than that. He just holds Will tightly enough to wordlessly communicate, I am in control.
Will yelps, his sounds getting more desperate, a pornographic cacophony of high-pitched pants and whines spilling from his lips over and over again, like a broken record. He doesn’t sound like he can speak anymore. Sometimes, as Mike’s pulling back, he tries. But then when Mike thrusts forward roughly again, all words fly out the window, instead punching a desperate whimper from Will’s lungs.
“Ohh, god, Mike… you’re so fucking deep. I’m gonna come, you’re gonna make me come again soon. Please, mhhh.. your cock is so good inside me, please, pound me, please-”
That’s all Will says before going incohesive again, his body going limp against the stall as he just takes it.
Mike feels sweat beading on his brow as he pummels Will over and over again, his hold on both Will’s throat and his wrists getting slick with sweat as well. It makes him squeeze just a little tighter, and Will’s breath hitches at the very slight cut of his airflow.
Between the obscene sounds of their skin slapping together, Will’s high-pitched whines that are very quickly morphing into wails, and the knot beginning to coil in Mike’s stomach, it won’t be long. In fact, it won’t be more than about 10 more seconds.
“Will. Will, fuck, Will,” Mike pants out, his chest heaving as he desperately leans over Will’s back again, their sweat-slick skin sliding together. He breathes heavily, raggedly against Will’s neck, making the brunette violently shiver. “I’m gonna come. Like right now. Please tell me you’re close too, fuck.. You’re gonna make me come so hard.”
“Didn’t take you long,” Will breathes out through a moan. Mike squeezes Will’s throat hard in warning, fingers digging into it. It makes Will choke out an apology immediately, and Mike relents just a bit, but he keeps his hold.
“I asked you a question,” Mike rasps against Will’s ear. “Are you close? You gonna come all over my cock?”
“Mmhm,” Will hums brokenly in agreement as his rocking backwards gets sloppy all over again. It’s okay, because Mike’s rough thrusts are sloppy now as well. They are both uncoordinated, beginning to move desperately as they chase their respective releases. “So close, please.. want you to fill me up with your come. Please don’t pull out.”
That request is all it takes for Mike to actually lose his mind, all semblance of his control. Control has actually flown out the window at this point, nowhere to be found even if Mike tried to reach for it desperately. That’s how he knows he’s reached the point of no return, in more ways than one.
He breaks out into a rough, quick pace, his hips a blur as they piston into Will over and over and over again. His prostate has to be bruised at this point.
Will can’t move anymore. Even his hips have stopped their desperate riding. All he is good for is for taking it and moaning and whining loud enough to wake up an entire neighborhood, if it was morning that is.
Mike’s hand leaves Will’s throat and goes up to cover his mouth instead, muffling his desperate slutty sounds as he buries himself deep inside one last time, releasing inside him with a pained groan. He jerks his hips to ride out the waves of pleasure, not pulling out. He’s making Will take every last drop of his cum.
Will screams, but it’s very muffled against Mike’s palm as he reaches a second orgasm, definitely much more intense and mind-numbing than the first. He spills a copious amount of cum onto his stomach, fresh tears streaking down his cheeks as his body shakes and trembles from the electric aftershocks.
Mike stays inside for another long moment, relishing in the feeling of Will’s hole clenching almost wildly around him, milking him absolutely dry. Only when it’s all over, when both he and Will are completely spent, does Mike pull out and let his hands fall off of Will’s body. He watches, chewing his lip as Will’s hole pulsates, pushing out a steady trickle of cum.
Mike doesn’t look too long, but he does look for a second. He doesn’t want to get hard again immediately, which is why he doesn’t stare at that fucking filthy sight for too long.
“Ohhh, god,” Will says softly, voice wrecked as he turns around, facing Mike again. He’s sweaty, his entire body is flushed rosy pink, and he has this adorable look of post-coital bliss on his pretty face. He doesn’t look regretful at all. And despite Mike saying he isn’t gay, he actually feels no regret whatsoever. All he feels now is that this is only the beginning. What that means about his sexuality, well, he’ll have to unpack that later, as Will said. Right now, all he wants is more of Will. Not just in the sexual sense either, even though he couldn’t imagine his first time going any better than it went.
“Hello again. It’s been so long since I’ve seen your face, cutie,” Mike is abusing the pet name on purpose. He likes to hear Will giggle, or at least see him smile or blush in response.
Will does all three. He smiles and then giggles, his cheeks going darker. “Right, so long.. you’re so corny, Mike.”
Mike appears utterly offended, his lip sticking out in a faux pout. “I’m not..”
“You are,” Will corrects, raising his brows. “But I like it. I like you.. and thank you.”
Mike’s expression goes softer, more serious. His hands go to take a hold of Will’s waist, thumbs rubbing idle circles. His hold is so much more gentle now, holding Will like he’s a precious flower or a piece of porcelain.
“Thank you?” Mike repeats, a question. He’s not sure what Will is thanking him for. Hell, if anything, he should be thanking Will. He firmly believes that.
“Yeah. Thank you for.. the fun time. It was really good.”
Mike’s expression appears pained now, almost conflicted, his thick brows knitting together. “Well, I mean– is this the only time you wanted to do this? I mean– not even just this. But like.. seeing each other? Talking to each other?”
Will blinks owlishly up at Mike, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. “Huh?”
“Like-” Mike is rambling now, his cheeks erupting in a rosy blush. Yup, he’s gone back to being his awkward and weird self immediately after sex. Figures. “Well, for example, I was wanting to ask you to go to the fireworks with me or something. Maybe grab some ice cream too beforehand. I know that sounds extremely backwards, I know that you’re probably gonna say no, I mean you have a boyfriend and that’s fine!! If you wanted this to be a one-time thing, I’m–”
Mike’s nervous yapping is cut off by Will’s lips finding his own again, much more gentle this time. Mike pecks back softly a couple times before pulling back, looking down into Will’s eyes. “What was that for?” He murmurs.
“I want to,” Will says, soft but with full confidence. No amount of hesitation. Will never hesitates. “In fact, I think I’m going to go break up with my boyfriend tonight. He doesn’t compare to you.”
Mike sputters, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head. “I– what?”
“I like you, Mike.” Will says, looking up at Mike almost adoringly through his lashes, his arms looping around his neck. “I already said it a few minutes ago, but I’ll say it again. I like you. I’d love to see the fireworks with you. And get ice cream.”
“And break up with your AI boyfriend,” Mike quips.
Will lets out a soft laugh. Very melodious, like music. Like the first laugh Mike heard Will let out earlier.
“And that too. But stop comparing him to AI just because of his name!” Will chuckles, slapping Mike’s arm playfully. “I actually hate AI. I’m an artist. I take it very, very personal, I’ll have you know.”
“Mhm. I hate it too. I’m a writer,” Mike says, a big grin mirroring Will’s smile.
An artist and a writer.
It truly is a match made in heaven.
“Well, Mister-Handsome-Writer with the cute freckles,” Will says softly, standing up on his tiptoes to kiss Mike gently on the cheek, lips brushing over his freckles. “I will see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah, tomorrow. I should go back to lifeguard duty before I get fired or some kid drowns.. unless that already happened,” Mike sighs, eyes slipping shut against his words because of Will’s gentle touch. He likes when people acknowledge his freckles. He likes even more when they have something positive to say about them, because he’s insecure. He hates them.
“Yeah… you should go,” Will mumbles.
“Alright, but let’s get you cleaned up first,” Mike says, reluctantly untangling himself from Will’s grasp and reaching for some toilet paper. “I hope your ass isn’t allergic to paper-thin toilet paper, or else you’re in trouble.”
Will doesn’t answer, he just snorts out a laugh.
Mike grabs an insanely large wad of toilet paper before gently cleaning Will up– his stomach, and between his legs, remaining gentle and unhurried.
He could get used to this. Will seems like he could too, judging by the adoring look in his eyes. They practically have hearts in them.
The Fourth of July isn’t a holiday that Mike usually cares about so much. But right now, he wishes it would come faster. He already misses Will even though Will is right in front of him.
He doesn’t have to think about what that says about him as a person. He thinks he already knows, and he’s okay with it. More than okay, actually.