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Will tossed and turned in his sleeping bag, squirming at the cheap material and the rising tight uncomfortable feeling in his shorts.
“What's wrong Will?” Mike’s sleepy voice croaked from his sleeping bag, his hands rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Lights had been dimmed for a solid ten minutes, of course Mike wasn't asleep.
“Nothing I just uh…” his voice comes out muffled and strained, the weird tingling feeling only getting worse with Mike’s concerned, sweet voice echoing in his ears.
Will tries to find a good excuse, something that wouldn't raise any suspicion as to what he was dealing with but his voice faltering only worries Mike.
He hears a sigh then footsteps and feels Mike’s looming presence above him.
“Will if you need another blanket you can-“ Mike’s voice rises, a twinge of annoyance etched in because Will always does this, pretends his sleeping bag is enough to cover him from the freezing basement and never taking the blankets Mike always offers until its too much and he wakes to Mike’s body over his sleeping, shivering body throwing two blankets over him and tucking him in but this time-
He quickly peels the sleeping bag from Will's body, ready to throw on the much warmer, much softer blankets until Will's hands frantically slide down to cup himself, drawing Mike’s attention to the small bulge in his pajama shorts.
Mike doesn’t know what to say, even in the dim light of the room he still caught sight of what he was trying to cover, it's small but it's there.
He feels a heat rush to his cheeks, he didn't mean to make Will embarrassed if he would've known he wouldn’t have bothered him.
“It’s nothing-” Will’s face flushes. “It happens sometimes but if I ignore it goes away.” he doesn't even know what it is exactly but the shame he feels and has felt when it happens to him has his body filling with embarrassment, waving his hands around and shaking his head to convince Mike that it is absolutely nothing.
Mike’s eyes are darting around the room trying to find something else to focus on but the uninteresting basement has Mike’s eyes scanning Will's body once again.
A harsh feeling runs through Will at the possibility of him seeing it, he hardly knows what this thing his body is doing is but he can't help the way he feels when Mike is staring at him, making the butterflies in his stomach flare and his throat dry with embarrassment or shame he's not sure.
Mike stares to and from the situation in his pants. His eyes not knowing whether to settle on his face or the growing hardness in his best friend's shorts, instead his mind focuses on what Will is saying– the way he said it, it's almost like he didn't know what it was.
He expected Will of all people to know what it meant or how to deal with it, they’re almost teenage boys after all. Had no one really taught Will what it means to get hard? Had he not experimented before like Mike and possibly every other young boy out there?
Mike’s questioning stare evokes an unwanted response from Will.
“Sorry.” Will says, face tinted pink and lowering in the dread and shame that he's grown so accustomed to in the past months. His hands loosen their grip where he was cupping himself.
To Mike, Will was probably apologizing for making the air in the room tense, for making him see what Will was dealing with, but for Will the apology was for something else, something deeper than that, something he had barely begun to grasp himself-
An apology because minutes prior he’d been staring into Mike’s beautiful soft, brown eyes, the cute freckles scattered over his cheeks and nose that looked like they’d been flicked on with the end of a paintbrush and the unexplainable urge he got to run his fingers through his beautiful locks of hair or the way he was admiring Mike's lips; their cherry red color, and the faint curve in of his top lip that was only visible if you were looking closely enough and how Will sometimes envisioned them to be soft and pressing against his own.
How lately things he felt sent a shocking, tingling sensation throughout his body and he would find himself with an uncomfortable, almost painful, feeling in his shorts after an afternoon around Mike.
Deep down he felt he had to apologize, something deeper was happening to him, all consuming, so much so that once innocent touches like a slap on the knee and Mike’s hand swiping an eyelash from his cheek sent shivers down his spine and butterflies to his stomach that wouldn’t quit for the duration of his stay.
The thoughts and glances and emotions made him feel a deep shame, a deep shame that while he couldn't completely grasp made him think it had something to do with what his dad would say, what his bullies would say but he shoved it down like many unwanted emotions before.
He didn’t act on it, like his body told and almost forced him to, but the urge to bring a comforting hand down and firmly press into his groin (something he'd found helped the aching in his jeans) grew larger each day but never big enough to actually solve his problem.
“ Oh. ” Mike finally says, breaking the awkward silence, hand reaching up to sheepishly tug at his neck. “I know what it is, it happens when you get umm…” he debates explaining it, he’d only dealt with it a handful of times but the urge came naturally to him and he’s not sure if he's the best person to explain it to Will when he hardly knows what he's talking about, although Will seems completely clueless unlike Mike who’d heard talk in the locker room and gathered his own conclusions.
“When you get… or how… when you like someone a lot or you have a lot of feelings for them… a lot of really good feelings and you want to be close to them.” Mike’s voice comes out shaky and unsure and his coded words don't help Will at all…
He’d only had it happen a handful of times, once when staring at the magazine he found tucked away in a corner of the garage with naked people laying in various positions he’d thought looked uncomfortable at first glance and again when he brushed shoulders with someone he’d been daydreaming about for days–a crush. His own experiences are wonky and he doesn't want to confuse Will.
“Oh is that all?…” Will’s voice is innocent, completely and totally innocent to what Mike is really trying to say.
Will feels a rush of calmness flood him, if that's all this thing was then that's okay, he's always had big emotions, at least that's what his mom and especially his dad tells him.
There’s a slight twinge of a smile on his face, now that he thinks he knows what's happening to him. If it's normal after all, to care so much for your best friend, to want to be as close as possible and to need them, to feel a rush of electricity with each brush of their hands against his then he could live with that; it could explain how he's been feeling lately.
“I- I thought it was something bad… if that's it then I guess I do feel like that about you Mike” Will smiles, so oblivious to what's really going on.
Mike clears his throat, voice pinched at Will’s words that he slightly hopes he doesn't mean– that he couldn't mean. Maybe he's just not the right guy to be explaining these things to people. They're almost teens, someone else should’ve explained those things to Will, Mike hardly knows what he's talking about, just describing his own personal feelings and yet he can't leave his friend in the dust-
his sparkling eyes looking up to him for answers, hands still lightly placed over his groin, voice soft and unsure has him continuing–
“It’s not like that Will… I mean when you… you know… want to be near a girl you like or in your case-” Mike gestures his hand at Will and the basement, it hits him like a brick then. “With… me?” it hesitantly slips past his lips, almost a whisper, a question or a statement he's not sure but he regrets it as soon as it's out.
Maybe Will was just thinking about a girl he likes… maybe it has nothing to do with him he tries to rationalize.
“What?” Will squeaks, throat growing dry, the knot in his stomach twisting unbearably. “No no no, I don’t feel like that… about you” He says it too quickly to not be suspicious, voice weak, his knees coming up to his chest in a defensive position he’d learned to cower into.
“Right exactly, because if you did then you’d be gay and that’s….” Mike moves his head ‘ya know’ motion, unable to say it.
“That’s what Mike?” Will grasps the sleeping bag under him, nails digging into the rough material, balling it in his fist.
“Wrong.” Mike looks away, the air in the room thin and tense, his mind slowly picking up on Will’s little actions; he can feel the sadness radiating off of him.
“Oh… right.” His voice feels like it's coming out normal to him but to Mike it sounds exactly how it feels for Will, like his soul is being crushed.
“Yea, you know maybe we should go to bed.” He tosses the two extra blankets on Will's body and jumps into his sleeping bag, heart pounding.
Mike covers his face with his blanket, breathing hard and slightly suffocating from the lack of air yet still preferring that to the suffocation he felt under Will’s gaze in the open basement.
Will watches Mike retreat under his covers, and pulls his own over his head, knowing what the stinging in his nose and eyes means.
Mike’s words open up a lot of questions for him, his thoughts a jumbled mess trying to make out what it all means.
With each passing thought the urge to cry gets bigger. The way Mike had said it… gay . Like an offense to him, to society.
The word rattles around in his brain for so long he feels he might eventually sleep yet he can't help but wonder… is that what he was… was he gay for Mike?
It does feel wrong to think about it and the more his mind wanders the more it explains… why he’s started to feel bad about the emotions that flare when he's with him.
Will’s always been sensitive or at least that’s what everyone always tells him… many things make him cry and although he's learned how to hide it there's one person who always knows when he's about to burst into tears or when he's trying to make extra noise in the dark of night to cover his sobs.
As hard as he tries to fight it, he fails, the tears start falling and from then on it's a relentless waterfall of salty liquid slipping down his cheeks and running over his face. His silent cries escalate to the worst type of cry a child can feel, a suffocating, choking pain that he can't seem to stop or shake. He feels like he's drowning, a large lump in his throat forming with every thought that runs through his head... he prefers the butterflies and the fluttery feeling than whatever this was.
The sounds reach Mike’s ears; empty basement making the whimpers and gasps for breath louder than they actually are and shocking him up from his spot, he throws the covers away from himself and is on his knees facing Will in seconds.
“Will, What's wrong, why are you crying?” Mike’s worried about him, like he always is…
Will tries to stop, wiping the tears from his chin.
“Is it what I said because I promise that’s not what I think, it’s just what my dad says I promise I won’t think that if you are.. .one. ”
His words only aid in making the sobs from the other side of the room louder.
His incessant need to make things right with Will sometimes makes him stumble over his thoughts and say things without thinking, it’s not like he meant that he would hate Will if he was gay because he could never truly hate Will .
“It’s okay.” Will sobs out, trying to get it together but failing, turning his body away from Mike’s voice, not wanting Mike to see his pitiful face.
“No, Will look at me, I’m sorry…” Will doesnt turn around “if- I can help you.” he says it without thinking… the only thing on his mind to make Will feel better.
Before his mind can comprehend what he's said, he finds himself crawling over to Will, his knees stinging from the rough carpet burn, though the sting is nothing compared to how bad he feels for making Will cry.
“Look, come here-” so desperate to help him, he swings the blankets off Will’s curled up body and tries to grip him by his small waist but his body lays there unmoving. Mike’s small hands cup Will's hips– eventually Will turns his body to him, too weak from the sobs to care to fight Mike’s touch.
“I can help, I promise… I’ve seen- or heard about how to fix it, let me help.” He pleads for Will’s permission, for his cries to subside.
He looks Will over, the dent in his shorts subsiding and he can't have that so he frantically reaches for him, fumbling in the process until he finally presses down on it, palm flat, not knowing how to work it or what to do with it.
“Does that make you feel better?” His voice comes out soft and slow, less frantic than before, the voice he’s grown accustomed to using on Will.
“Mike you shouldn’t- you don’t have to-” his sobs letting up, the tears still flowing but the comforting hand on his pants slowly stopping the shaking that had taken over his body. He wipes at his wet cheeks with the sleeves of his shirt.
His weak attempts to get Mike to stop fail, his grasp on him feels amazing, better than when he’d done it himself, he can’t help but lean into it, to accept it.
The tears in Will’s eyes make something inside Mike want to protect, to hold, to comfort, and at the same time make him look more beautiful, makes something inside Mike feel warm– the type of warmth that fills his chest.
Mike's simple touch must’ve been enough to make Will feel good because Will twitches in his grasp, grabbing hold of his shirt, bunching it up in his fingers.
“Stop.” slips past Will’s lips, still he pulls Mike closer by the grip on his shirt.
Mike wants to hear more of it; that voice. He wants the tears to stop, to make Will feel good. He likes it he realizes, the look in Will's green eyes, the frown on his face slowly turning into an open mouthed plea to wait when Mike slides his hand up and down experimentally.
He runs his palm up and down faster, trying to make it feel good for Will. He'd never done anything past rutting against his pillows and when desperate against his stuffed animals. He knew what it was called and that moving it against something made it feel a lot better.
“Does that feel good yet, it's supposed to, I've only done this to myself so I don't know. Do you like it?”
Will's lips part, Mike thinks he’ll say it's terrible and to take his hand off but-
“What is it?”
“It’s called your cock.” He looks down to find Will’s eyes focused on the movement of his hand as it runs up and down his shorts. “That's what I've heard a bunch of guys call it and when it gets hard it means you like someone a lot …like you want to be with them, close to them like a mom and dad when they get married…are you better, is it helping?”
Will meekly nods, slowly using his elbows to get into a sitting position, still holding onto Mike’ s shirt, the hand placed on his growing cock never faltering.
Mike can’t help the way he's feeling, that he wants to do more than lay a hand on him and the heat that was in his face rushing to his shorts didn't help at all.
“And-” Mike gulps, tense and nervous but so eager to try something with Will he’d only heard about. “when someone puts it in their mouth it feels even better.”
“Is that- is that what you're going to do to me, Mikey?” his voice shakes at the thought, nickname slipping past his lips coming from a buried place in his mind.
“Only… if you want me to.” Mike stares into Will’s eyes, taking in every expression, every change, every twinkle to figure out if he’s saying the right things, doing the right things.
“You don't have to.” Will can't help that he sounds sad because he truly does want everything Mike is offering but he doesn't want to force this thing on him, even if he is the one that offered to make him feel better. Touching him is one thing but putting his mouth on Will’s sensitive places feels like it would take something to the next level, like they’d be doing something wrong.
“I think I want to.”
“Oh” is all Will can muster before Mike slowly starts leaning in and he feels trapped, Mike’s body slowly enveloping him in warmth, his face so close to he can feel his lashes against his skin and his breath mixing with his one and he’s sure he’s about to kiss him, his eyes close on their own, just to be met with a swish of air when Mike pulls away.
Mike is gone from his face in seconds and in between his legs before he can process what was about to happen, he spreads Will’s small legs open, settling between them, on his knees right in front of Will’s newly hardening length. He looks to Will before lowering his mouth to his shorts, asking for a sign from Will to start.
Will sheepishly nods, if he weren't as pink as can be he’s certain it’d get worse at the vision before him, breathtaking eyes that had caused this problem now staring deep into his asking for permission as he leans down to what feels like an intimate level and presses a kiss to the top of Will’s bulge.
When Mike hears a small sound low in Will’s throat he continues, pressing his lips against the soft material and lightly kissing it, looking to WIll like the instruction manual on how to suck someone off properly would show up on his forehead but there's nothing there but an expression that tells him he’s doing the right thing.
“I need to take it out… to blow it?” his voice cracks, the reality of what he’s about to do hitting him.
“o-okay” Will’s voice comes out breathy, anxious.
Mike slides his hands up to Will's hips, adjusting his body, setting himself between Will's knees, it's what feels right at the moment letting his body lead him.
He tugs at the waistband, wordlessly telling Will to lift and he does, his hands slide down to meet Mike's in the process, the quick brush of their hands shocking Will’s back to rest on his stomach.
Mike slides his boxers down with his shorts, just slightly past his hips.
Will’s small which is not surprising, Mike’s sure he's the same size. He's still hard and there’s something leaking from the top of his cock that makes Mike want to reach his hand out and run his thumb over it.
Mike brings his face closer to Will’s, hot breath fanning over his aching cock and making Will flinch, the wetness coming from a small slit right on the tip of his pink head; it twitches in Mike's grasp.
Mike stares at it for a long while, the top looks bigger than the rest, like it would take a mouthful to fit in his mouth, a cute pink almost red color that looks so sensitive. If Will weren't a guy he'd say it looks almost cute and in his head it makes sense that someone as small and cute as Will has a dick alike.
He fists his hand around him lightly, his hand completely blanketing him, all of him except for the head.
He releases a breath he didn't know he was holding and slowly brings his lips to meet the soft skin of his head.
He starts off slow, placing a small lick to the tip, looking up to Will after each one to see if he likes it, though he can't see anything because Will's hand is placed over his face, but the sounds he's making encourage him to continue.
He tries not to think about it too much, that his mouth is wrapped around another boy, his best friend, that he's doing something that would technically be considered a sin if his dad found out, doing something so wrong that feels so right on his tongue and Will’s small gasps and whines help him escape those thoughts.
Will’s loud he figures out, releasing shrill sounds, whimpers and more pleasurable versions of when he'd fall and scrape his knee, almost like it's painful how good his mouth is making him feel, pride swells in Mike at the thought.
He stops the licks on the tip and the repeated stroking on his base and pulls away
“Okay I'm gonna do it now.” he feels he has to announce.
“M-Mike you really don't have to ahh- i’ve never done this before I can still ignore it if you let it go” as much as Mike wants to believe him his voice is dripping with want and need and he’s always known when Will is lying.
“No, let me help.” His tone convinces Will, who lies back in the sleeping bag.
His cock head is leaking something white now, lots of it, straight into his balled up fist, which he finds is better for sliding up and down.
He opens his mouth, licking his lips nervously before diving in and taking Will’s tip into his mouth.
Will shudders in his place, upper body rising of its own accord at the feel of Mike’s hot mouth around him.
It's soft against his tongue, and the wetness dripping from Will directly into his mouth doesn't feel or taste bad, in fact it's good, feels soft and warm and when he looks up after sliding his tongue over the slit, Will’s body thrusts into his mouth.
He releases the hand on him, lowers his head, taking it deeper, choking before figuring out breathing through his nose helps, he slides his inexperienced tongue around him.
It’s rough at first, Mike’s teeth accidentally nipping at the soft sensitive skin, but Will likes it, the soft nips and sucks and the fact that its Mike around him, Mike making him feel good, making the hot tight feeling in his belly grow bigger and bigger with every blow or suck on it, going farther than any other time he’d felt this.
Mike was right, it feels amazing, not that someone is touching it because as good as a hand feels it's nothing compared to Mike’s hot mouth and those tantalizing red lips wrapped around him.
Mike thinks back to all those things he’d heard– about how good it feels to have someone suck you off, but no one mentioned how good it feels to suck someone off; the soft hot head entering his mouth, as he slowly bobs his head up and down taking more and more of Will inside him, until he feels him throb against his tongue, a soft moan surrounding Will’s cock, causing him to thrust into Mike’s mouth. The thrust pushes Will’s pink head to the back of his throat and Mike chokes before calming himself and breathing through it. Will’s so small yet he feels huge in between his lips. He hums around it, trying to elicit the same response his moan made him feel– it works, Will thrusts into his mouth, knees almost wrapping themselves around Mike's head to lift himself and fuck into Mike’s mouth.
Mike can't help but love it, making Will feel good with something as simple as opening his mouth for him, he looks up to find his hand gone from his face, Will’s hooded eyes now staring deeply into his, an emotion he can't decipher, the tear tracks dried and long gone.
Will fights it until he cant anymore, he looks down, finding Mike’s dark eyes looking into his, small tear escaping one eye as he winces at the thrusts and that bursting pain hits him hard as soon he sees it; Mike’s eyes, lips spread wide, mouth full, face bobbing up and down despite the tears pricking his eyes as Will's body chases its own pleasure– it feels like he has to pee but different, coming from a deeper part of him that he can't help.
“Mike I need to aghh-” he opens his mouth to say he feels like somethings wrong yet can't make it out when shiver after shiver runs through his small body; he feels his cock throb in Mike’s mouth and his vision blurs, frail body falling into the covers, shaking as his first ever orgasm racks his body.
Mike feels it before Will, the throbbing and liquid filling his mouth too much for him, he pulls away while Will is mid orgasm– still he manages to get cum down the small crevice of his mouth as it spurts out over his open mouthed, surprised face, coating his hair and long lashes. He feels his own body get excited at the feeling of it soaking his face, he can only imagine what he looks like but he feels good about it, that he made Will feel so good he couldn't contain himself and marked his best friend's face with his seed.
“I'm sorry.” Will’s breathless voice breaks the silence. “I didn't mean to, I don't know what happened.”
“It's okay it means you liked it, when that thing shoots out, you did right… like it?” Mike's voice is rough, the feeling of something inside his mouth something he needs to get used to.
“I felt really good– I feel really good. I'm sorry about that-” he says pointing to the drying cum on his face.
“I- oh i didn't even notice.” he lied, pulling himself up onto his knees. “I have to- i should clean myself up…” and he races out of the room. Now that he’s made Will feel better, now that that urge is gone for Will he finds himself dealing with his own urge, a tightness in his pajamas and the aftertaste of Will on his tongue making his lower body heat with desire.
The mirror in the bathroom doesn't help, he can see it all now, how it's stained over his hair and all over his face– he admires it for a second, mind rushing back to how small and cute Will looked when that sound came out of him and he burst over his face.
He groans, dragging his eyes away from the mirror and burying it under the faucet, letting the cool water take some of the heat with it.
➹
“I'm sorry I made you cry.” Mike says, emerging from the bathroom, towel in hand childishly rubbing at his face hard to make it seem like that was the cause of his bright red face and not whatever he was feeling.
He throws a towel to Will’s body, who's still not clothed, his chest rising steadily.
“I don't know why it happened but thank you– for your help.” Will lies, but Mike doesn't have the energy to call it out, not in that moment and not any time soon.
“I'm glad I could help but Will–” he looks at his eyes, making sure he understands every word “we can't do this…ever again.”
And he turns away ‘I'm not gay' begging to roll of his tongue. He doesn't wait for his reaction, slipping into his sleeping bag, body exhausted and with one final look to Will telling him he should clean up, he slips into a deep sleep, hoping the next couple of hours will ease his worries.
➹
That night was beautiful for Will, from Mike’s soft unknowing exploratory touches to the wetness surrounding him that felt like it could last forever– he’d say it was the best day of his life, feeling Mike so close, he could recall that day like the back of his hand, every little detail seared into his head, every lick, every tug, every strand of hair out of place and how dim the lights were but he would exchange that night for the normalness he had with Mike before.
It was slight but quick; his touches pushing Mike away like he was fire, hugs turned into half-hearted things with heavy sighs from Mike before reducing altogether into nothingness, their long goodbyes turning into short worded replies where both were happy to leave from the tension they had created– the tension they wouldn’t talk about– the tension that made their nights in Mike’s basement quiet and tense until the rest of the party arrived and back to silence when they all exited the room.
Small acts of kindness were met with an aggressive force from Mike telling him to stop– running upstairs for soda during d&d campaigns because Mike had run out were met with an aggressive blush and an “I actually didn’t want anymore.” from Mike's flushed face, making the long days with the rest of the party wired and exhausting.
Days of the summer turned into days of Mike ranting about how much he loved his girlfriend, eyes glancing to catch Will's teary eyed ones every now and then and continuing but Will understood the message loud and clear, long before the unneeded declarations of love.
Will would do anything to change the events of that night if it meant he had his best friend back.