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"Max what the hell are you talking about?" Will asks, staring at her stunned as she takes a sip from her drink.
"You heard me. I bet twenty bucks that none of you can last the whole month without getting off," She replies casually. They're in the living room of their shared apartment, halfway through a bottle of vodka.
"Do you think we're animals or something?" Dustin asks, clearly offended.
"I've literally walked in on each and every one of you jerking off," Max reminds them. The awkwardness is palpable. Will still remembers when he was trying to get off in the shower and Max burst into the bathroom and pulled open the curtain.
"That's because you've never learned to knock a day in your life. The door was very clearly closed," Mike says, scrolling through his phone, legs thrown over Will's thighs on the couch. He looks unbothered, but Will has a hunch that he's panicking a little from the way his calves are twitching.
"Regardless, I still bet that you can't make it the whole month." Max pulls out her wallet, tossing a crumpled up twenty onto the table.
Will knows exactly where this is going, four other twenties appearing on the surface.
"And what if we make it the whole month?" Dustin questions.
"Then I lose twenty bucks and whoever's left can divvy up the profit to their choosing, how's that sound?"
"Sure. Why the hell not."
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This was a mistake. A very, very big mistake. Will is realizing that now.
It's been just over a week since the bet started and the tension in the apartment is thick. The worst part is that they all share a room, two bunk beds housing the four of them. Mike sleeps below Will with Dustin sleeping below Lucas across the way. Max gets her own room, since she's the only girl.
Will's laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling as he waits out the hard-on he woke up with. It's happened to him before; he usually just quietly gets himself off assuming everyone else is asleep. He keeps a box of tissues smushed in the corner of frame between the wood and the mattress. He has allergies. That's definitely the only reason he keeps them there.
This is the third day in a row he woke up hard. He was basically humping the mattress while still half asleep. He's on his stomach, trying to resist the urge to grind down into his bed more.
He's been trying to think his erection away for the past ten minutes and it is not working. Sure, Will jerks off like everyday normally. Okay maybe twice a day sometimes. He's sandwiched between his three best friends, who he's ridiculously attracted to. What else is he supposed to do?
He jumps as the door creaks open, the landlord special making the hinges loud enough to wake the entire apartment up. Will peaks over his bed to see Lucas. Who is shirtless. And sweaty. Oh god.
"You slept in today," Lucas comments as he grabs his shower stuff. They're bathroom is too small to house everyone's bottles and bars of soap so they went with caddies for everyone. Lucas's hair is twisted into locs, just long enough that he can tie them up out of his face.
Over the last few years, basically since they started college and Will discovered he didn't have to repress every gay thought he's ever had, he's been letting himself gaze a little longer at his roommates. Which has become an issue because the more things he notices, the hotter he finds himself feeling for all of them.
Happy trails when shirts ride up, walking into their room in nothing but a towel after a shower, the smell of their body wash and shampoo. Will is drowning in the three of them but, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't enjoying this a little.
"Maybe everyone else just got up early," Will mutters, burying his head back into the pillow.
"Are you hard right now?"
Will grabs the tiger stuffed animal off his bed and throws it at Lucas, hitting him in the chest before he can catch it.
"At least take me out to dinner first," Will says with an eye roll. Lucas places the tiger on Dustin's bed, giving it a little pat on the head before going back to gathering his things. Will doesn't know why that turns him on.
"So that's a yes."
"Look me in the eyes and tell me you haven't woken up hard this week."
Lucas doesn't say anything, eyes darting away from Will as he slings his towel over his shoulder.
"That's what I thought."
"You're snippy this morning," Lucas notes. He has all his stuff but he still hasn't left yet. Lucas enjoys working out. He listens to audiobooks while he does, and then him and Mike talk about them. It's kind of adorable watching them geek out together.
Lucas is ripped, natural muscles making his strength obvious but not intimidating. The kind of abs you want to run your fingers over to feel the ridges.
"Yeah no kidding," Will groans. Lucas smiles and shakes his head before he walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. Will wants to crack his head open on the frame of his bed. He's not just lusting over Lucas, but all three of his roommates. Will thinks he must be some sort of pervert.
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Will is dying. He's literally going to die. It's been a week and a half and he's so fucking pent up he feels like he's going to explode. He considered sneaking an orgasm in the shower a few times, but at this point he's so sensitive the neighbors across the street will hear him.
And here is he, trying to have a relaxing night while hiding the half full erection that's making the front of his sweatpants tight with a pillow. This shouldn't be an issue except Mike is here, sitting on the other side of the couch. And Mike is playing his guitar. And Will wants Mike to finger him until he can't remember his own name.
Will doesn't really know anything about guitar but he knows Mike is good from the way his fingers move across the fret board like he knows it as well as the back of his hand. His tongue is sticking out a little, completely focused as he plucks at the strings.
Mike's hair is long now too, down to his shoulders. He also keeps it up and out of his face a lot, half of it tied into a cute little ponytail that Will wants to undo while they make out. He's had feelings for Mike forever, his attraction to the other two starting later.
He's staring at Mike's hands, watching his agile fingers. Will wonders how quick Mike could find his prostate if given the chance. Will wants to know what Mike would do when he found it. Maybe he'd avoid it, tease Will until he begs for it. Or maybe he won't let up and milks Will dry of everything he has to give.
"Will?"
He jumps. Shit. Mike's looking at him with that cute little head tilt and Will wants to suck his dick so bad he's basically drooling.
"Yeah?"
"Am I annoying you? You're staring at me," Mike says. Will's face flushes, flicking his gaze to the pillow on his lap.
"No, no not at all. I like it when you play. I just… I just need a glass of wine," Will mutters.
"You sound like my mom."
"Shut up."
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"So what do you think?" Will asks, leaning against the side of the car. They have three cars that get rotated and, last time Will took out their dinky little Toyota Corolla, it started making weird noises. It's seen better days; it's almost fifteen years old.
He really hopes they don't need a new car. Or have an expensive problem. Sure they save a lot on rent because they squish into a two bed like sardines, but grocery shopping for five people gives him a bit of a heart attack every time he looks at the receipts.
"Honestly I think it's an easy fix. I don't think there's enough engine oil. Means things probably aren't well lubricated which causes friction which causes noise," Dustin steps away from the hood, whipping his hands on an old rag.
He's in a t-shirt and jeans. His top even has a stupid science joke on it but, Will is so ridiculously horny about it.
They just hit the two week mark and, the tension in the apartment is palpable at best and overt at worst. Will's noticed how squirmy the others have been, a little more on edge and uncomfortable. Like they need release.
"Honestly it's due for a change anyways. It's been a while. I think we have some oil in that one closet filled with bullshit," Dustin tells him. He let his hair grow out again but, he keeps it up in a bun most days. Will wants to know if it's as soft as it looks. How it would feel to run his fingers through his curls.
"I'll go get it," Will offers.
"You sure?"
"Dustin we are literally ten feet from the house. Yes, I'm sure."
Thankfully, despite the bullshit closet being packed full with said bullshit, he found it pretty fast. By the time he makes it back outside, Dustin is already under the car, waist and legs sicking out.
"Did you find it?" Dustin asks, voice a little muffled by the car on top of him.
"Yeah it was next to Jimmy Hoffa's skeleton," Will replies, putting down the jug of oil and sitting down on the driveway.
"You always make old man jokes."
"I do not! Everyone knows who Jimmy Hoffa is."
"I guarantee you if you ask someone under the age of fifty if they know Jimmy Hoffa it's going to be a resounding no."
"Have you considered that my jokes are just so cool and niche that nobody knows them?"
"You are very lucky that you're hot enough to get away with that," Dustin tells him, moving something around under the car. Will assumes it's the oil pan that lives in the shed. His face feels a little hot.
Stuff like this has gotten more common between the four of them. Random compliments, flirty tones and phrases, it's making everything so much worse. Will's so weak to shit like this. The tension. The flirting. The looks, the fucking looks.
"Yeesh, this stuff is dark. I gotta keep better track of when the oil has to be changed," Dustin notes as he shuffles out from under the car. Will should not be turned on by Dustin's hands being covered in oil but here he is.
Okay, maybe he has a bit of a thing for hands, sue him.
Will is drooling a little as Dustin grabs the abandoned rag and wipes off the oil. Will wants Dustin to grab him by the hips and stain his skin as he thrusts into Will with his cock.
Will debates driving into a tree the next time he drives the car.
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Will is literally dying. Like actually this time. They are halfway through week three and the tension in the house is thick enough to be used as lube. He's drowning in it. He can't even be alone in a room with any of the guys anymore without picturing them doing something incredibly inappropriate.
Bending Mike over the couch, letting Lucas take him on the coffee table, getting on his hands and knees on Dustin's bed and having him fuck Will directly into his mattress. He's seen his roommates doing pretty much any sexual act you could think of, switched both ways, in his mind.
Now he's in the kitchen with Lucas. And nobody is home. They're both up and dressed, it's around mid- afternoon. Lucas is putting away dishes and, Will is scanning the fridge to see what they're out of so he can go grocery shopping later. He can barely focus just being next to Lucas.
He gives up and goes to look in their snack cabinet for something to eat. He needs to do something or he is going to go insane. Will's not paying attention when Lucas walks over to him, voice drowned out by continuously having to remind himself not to get horny.
By the time he checks back into reality, the spatula Lucas had is on the counter and he's already in the motion of guiding Will out of his way.
The whine Will lets out when Lucas grabs his waist is damning and embarrassing, high pitched with a heavy breath. He can't help it, he's so sensitive. He expects Lucas to jump back, for the kitchen to fill with awkward tension.
Instead Lucas keeps his hands on Will's sides and sighs, dropping his forehead onto Will's shoulder. He squirms in Lucas's grasp, acutely aware of how fast his cock is filling out at the touch. He is dangerously close to losing control but it feels so good.
"You can't keep doing this to me, you're driving me nuts," Lucas mutters. "I can barely keep my head on straight with the three of you."
"You seriously think I'm doing any better?" Will asks, starting to relax into Lucas.
"Probably not from the way you moan in your sleep," Lucas tells him, hands wandering a little lower. This is bad. Very bad. The rope was already frayed to begin with and now Will's on his last thread. "You sound so pretty."
Lucas's front is pressed up against Will's back now, a very clear erection poking into Will's ass.
"No one else is home. They'd never know," Will whispers.
"Are you suggesting we cheat?"
"Think of it as a…" Will searches for a way to make it sound better than cheating. "Okay fine yeah it's cheating."
"Damn, Byers, never thought you'd be the first one out."
Lucas spins Will around, crowding him against the counter. God, he's so close. Close enough that Will can catch his gaze flicking between his eyes and his lips.
"I'm not out if I don't get caught," Will replies with a grin.
"Oh you're bad," Lucas notes, leaning in a little further.
"I'm the worst."
He throws his arms over Lucas's shoulders, breaking the last bit of distance between them. Lucas hooks his fingers through Will's belt loops, pulling their bodies flush.
Lucas's lips are soft and inviting, it feels like heaven after the last few weeks. It's messy and uncoordinated, both desperate for the touch of the other. Will can feel the rough scratch of Lucas's stubble against his chin.
He pushes Lucas's open button-up off of his shoulders, trying to get him to shed the layers. Lucas takes the hint, shrugging it off the rest of the way and letting it fall to the floor. Will shoves his hands under the remaining white t-shirt, yanking at the fabric.
"Christ, hold on," Lucas says as he pulls away, tugging the shirt off and tossing it away. He doesn't bother with Will's hoodie or shirt, going straight for his belt. Will runs his hands over Lucas's bare chest and stomach as he works on getting Will out of his jeans.
Lucas is muscular but still coordinated. He's not using his strength to overcompensate because he doesn't have to and God it's attractive. Sometimes if he gets up early enough he can catch Lucas right before he heads to the gym. He definitely doesn't check Lucas out while drinking his morning coffee. Lucas is so hot it's stupid.
In fact, every single man he lives with is so hot it's stupid. Will really thought he could hold out until the pent up energy brought out just how into the others he is.
Lucas shoves down Will's jeans to about his mid thigh. He goes to help until Lucas scoops him up with one arm and deposits Will onto the counter. He gasps when his thighs hit the cool, bare stone.
He pulls Will's pants off the rest of the way, denim abandoned in the general direction of Lucas's shirt. He stands back a little, seeming to take in the scene. Will, face flushed up on the counter, cock tenting and leaking through his red boxers. It's honestly embarrassing how soaked he is.
"Fuck you're gorgeous. This is crazy," Lucas breathes as he slots himself between Will's legs. "Can I touch you?"
"Please," Will sighs, head spinning a little bit.
Lucas wraps a hand around Will's cock through the fabric, leaning in to press kisses to the side of Will's neck. Will downright blue screens, nails digging into Lucas's back. He whimpers, so ridiculously sensitive.
He gives Will a few loose strokes, testing the waters, watching for his reaction. The whine he lets out at the touch is obscene, far too loud for how easy Lucas is going on him.
"More— fuck—," Will begs. He's doesn't even know what more means he just needs more of whatever is happening.
"You want me to take the lead?" Lucas asks, breath hot on Will's neck. He squirms, nodding hard and fast. He's so gone it's stupid.
Lucas pulls Will off the counter, letting his feet hit the floor before spinning him around. He's gentle, guiding Will to spread his legs and keep his hands on the surface for support. Will's not sure what he's planning but, he's pretty sure he'd let Lucas do just about anything to him right now.
"Doing okay?" Lucas pushes his sweatshirt up, pressing his thumbs into Will's back dimples and fuck, they are way more sensitive then he thought they were. He presses a kiss to Will's clothed shoulder blade.
"Yeah. Keep going," Will tells him.
"You'll tell me if it's too much?"
"Yes, yes I promise. Please just touch me."
Lucas lets out a heavy, shaky breath. He pulls Will's boxers off, letting them pool around his ankles. He almost faints when he hears Lucas drop down onto his knees. He grabs at Will's ass, spreading him apart with his thumbs.
"What are you— holy fuck—." Will gasps as he feels Lucas lick a stripe over his hole. Will expected nothing more than getting jerked off and he would've been fine with less. He is not objecting to this at all.
"This okay?"
"Very okay, Jesus Christ," Will replies, hands shaking as he grips onto the counter for support.
Will figured Lucas would be hesitant but he is wrong. So very wrong. Lucas nudges his legs further apart, diving back in without a second thought.
Will's not sure how Lucas figured out he'd be into this. They all know Will is gay but, he's never talked about his sex life in detail with any of them except Max. Or maybe he just wants to do this. Maybe he's even closer than Will. He shivers at the idea of Lucas getting off to him like this.
He didn't even know Lucas liked men until now but he's eating Will out like he's starving, tongue licking and prodding at his rim. His knees almost give out when Lucas wraps a hand back around his cock.
"Fuck—Fuck, Lucas oh my god," Will chokes out between whiny little noises. He's glad Lucas has a firm hand on his hip because he's barely able to hold himself up. He collapses onto his elbows, arms shaking too hard to keep him steady.
Lucas is relentless. Will had an ex eat him out once and it lasted about five minutes. It was nothing like this. Lucas's is precise, adjusting with each of Will's vocal and physical cues. Somehow he's reading Will like a book. He's really glad nobody is home; he couldn't keep his voice down even if he wanted to.
It wouldn't matter anyways, the slide of Lucas's palm against his cock is so loud, the sound wet and lewd. He's soaked and positive he's dribbling on the floor with each jerk of Lucas's hand.
"How the fuck are you so good at this?" Will asks, words shaking. Lucas hums in response, refusing to let up.
Will can feel all of the tension he's been holding slowly release as Lucas continues to touch him. If they were anywhere near a bottle of lube, Will would be begging for Lucas to fuck him at this point. He's so turned on it's ridiculous.
He needs something more. He wants something inside of him. Even a finger would be plenty to get him there. He's been avoiding fingering himself in fear he'll accidently cum when he hits his own prostate.
Is he really about to beg Lucas to finger him in the middle of the kitchen?
"Lucas—"
Yeah, he totally is.
"You okay? Do you want me to stop?" Lucas asks, pulling away just enough to speak.
"No, no I want— fuck. Can you put a finger inside me?" Will questions, struggling to admit how desperate he is without feeling embarrassed. Lucas sucks in a heavy breath.
"Yeah, Jesus, yeah I can do that," Lucas replies, sounding about as shaky as Will. He gasps when Lucas spits, saliva landing right on his hole. Will shudders when Lucas presses the pad of his finger against his rim, gently pressing against it until he slips in just to the first knuckle.
The makeshift lube isn't quite enough to make the intrusion completely painless. Will doesn't mind, in fact he likes when he can feel the stretch, when it teeters on the edge between discomfort and pleasure.
"Too much?" Lucas is careful to give time for Will to adjust, as much as he'd like Lucas to shove two fingers inside him and fuck him hard enough that they get a noise complaint, it's been a while.
"No, no," Will pants. "I can take it."
"Fuck. You do it to yourself?" Lucas wonders out loud as he slips in a little further.
"Yeah. Not— fuck, not for a while. Too sensitive," Will explains. Lucas hums in response, wrapping his free hand loosely around Will's cock. He jerks him off slowly, just enough for bite of the stretch to dip further into pleasure.
"Does it feel good?"
"Not as good at this," Will tells him. The whine he lets out when Lucas slides the rest of the way is pathetic and primal. "I didn't even realize you were into this."
"Yknow, funny story," Lucas starts as he starts to feel around for Will's prostate. "I figured it out in sophomore year of college. When we went to that one party."
"You mean— fuck — when Max slathered us in glitter and dragged us to a disco party?"
"Yeah. I don't know why but it did it for me. I thought I lost my mind. Been having dreams about bending all three of you over ever since."
Will goes to respond but no words come out as Lucas presses directly against his prostate. He cries out, eyes fluttering at the electricity that shoots through his nerves.
"Fuck— fuck—" He gasps, unable to hold himself up at all anymore. He's basically in a ninety degree angle right now, cheek pressed against the cool counter top.
"There?"
"Yeah—yes, yes right there—"
"You're coming apart on nothing but a finger. Wonder what you'd sound like with more," Lucas comments, starting to slowly side in and out of Will, making sure to hit his prostate with every gentle thrust.
"What? You wanna find out?" Will asks panting hard enough that he's a little dizzy.
"So bad. Will, you're fucking gorgeous. I'm not gonna be able to keep my hands off you anymore."
"You better not. Can't— can't go back knowing how good this feels."
Will can feel his brain getting hazier and hazier with every nudge of Lucas's fingers against his prostate. Now that there's something inside of him, he's hurtling towards the edge of an orgasm. He's pretty sure he'd burst into tears if Lucas stopped now. He doesn't care about the money or the competition, fuck that. This is worth more than a few crumpled twenties.
Will rests his head on his crossed arms, feeling the tile of the counter start to get uncomfortable. He doesn't even bother to try and keep in all the noises that are spilling out. Whimpers and whines and moans that sound suspiciously like Lucas's name.
"You weren't kidding, you take me so well," Lucas tells him. The praise is going in one ear and straight down to his pelvis, arousal landing hard and hot. Lucas is still jerking him off, still unrelenting with his fingers. Yeah he's not going to last. "That's it, you're doing so good."
Wow he's really not going to last.
"Lucas, I'm so close— don't stop, I need it. I need it so bad, please—" Will babbles, completely lost in the tension that his body is holding. Lucas stops thrusting and presses the pad of his finger right up against Will's prostate, rubbing it gently without letting up.
Will can't even bother to care when he hears the creak of of the front door opening. He's not even sure Lucas noticed at all.
"I'm not gonna stop, I'm right here baby, let go."
Lucas drags his thumb over his slit with the massage of his fingers and Will is gone. His back arches as his orgasm hits him hard enough to make his legs totally give out. Lucas is holding him up, working Will through the pleasure that's wracking through his body.
It's so intense. It's been almost three weeks since he's had an orgasm and it's showing. He's shaking so hard his moans are trembling too. The vibrato of each whine is ringing through the kitchen as he spills over Lucas's hand and onto the floor.
He knows there's at least one of his roommates is currently watching him cum in thick spurts, he just doesn't care. He has no idea how Lucas is holding him up while guiding Will through an orgasm like this is a regular Tuesday activity but he is not complaining. He hasn't felt this good in years.
It feels like it goes on forever before the orgasm subsides, Will going completely boneless once Lucas practically milks the last few drops out of him. He's panting, head buried in his folded arms. Lucas slowly slips his finger out of Will, making him shiver.
He looks over towards the door, to find Dustin and Mike, standing in the doorway absolutely dumb-founded. Both of their jaws are basically on the ground, eyes wide and darting over the scene they've just walked into.
It's silent apart from Lucas's heavy breaths and Will's little whimpers from the aftershocks of the intensity. Will can't help but laugh. He feels so good it doesn't even matter that three of his best friends just watched him have an orgasm.
"Totally worth it," Will smiles at them. They look less horrified than he was expecting. Maybe he's too clouded by sex-fueled endorphins but, the pair seem more turned on than anything else.
"Oh my god," Dustin whispers, cheeks pink. "Fuck now I owe Max an extra twenty bucks."
"An extra twenty bucks?" Lucas asks, keeping his hands firm on Will as he gets up off the floor. Will is glad he didn't let go because he'd probably collapse if not for him.
"Max and I bet an extra twenty bucks on who would be the first to break. I said Mike, she said Will," Dustin explains, oddly calm despite the fact that they just caught Lucas nose deep in his ass.
"What the fuck, man!" Mike yells at him, elbowing him hard in the side.
"You literally have a boner right now! There is evidence to back up my theory!" Dustin shouts back. Will's eyes naturally falling towards Mike's crotch and sure enough, he's very obviously hard behind the fabric of his jeans. Dustin really can't say anything, he's in about the same situation.
"The only one not hard in this room is Will," Lucas points out.
"Give me like five minutes, I can get there," Will says with a chuckle, somehow still a little short of breath.
"You just came in front of us and now you're cracking jokes. Jesus Christ," Mike notes, shaking his head. Will shrugs, grinning.
"May as well own it," He replies.
"We should go get you cleaned up," Lucas tells him.
"You gonna be able to do that without creaming your pants? Looks like you're on the verge," Dustin teases.
"Oh shut the hell up."
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That night, a purple sticky note appears on the fridge with a message written in chunky black sharpie.
Will ELIMINATED
Lucas
Mike
Dustin
Will still thinks it was totally worth it.
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