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The first time Will became conscious of his dick was in one of many shared baths with his mother they took together when Will was young, and Will noticed something missing between her legs. It didn’t seem like a big deal at the time.
His mom explained the basic differences between boys and girls and Will didn’t care to know more. Happy to go back to playing with his toy boat, pleased he was just like his big brother. His favorite person.
The second time was when it unexpectedly got hard and stuck up. Will didn’t know why it happened. He had just been playing with Mike when he smiled gummily at him, and things started occurring.
He thought he was dying, bursting into silent tears, until Mike noticed his distress and the cause, reassuring him that it was normal. Mike comforted him, with his arms hugging him, which made it worse, and it only eventually went down when Mike left to get them drinks.
Will got good at hiding them after that. Even though Mike told him they can happen unexpectedly and in weird situations. Will noticed an emerging pattern that told him something worse was going on.
Something queerer.
He ignored it as long as he could until eventually the dreams were to frequent, and Will found himself ashamedly indulging in his fantasies. He had too or the number of times he got unexpected woodies would have been impossible to hide.
What caused them would have been impossible to hide to.
Because while his friends were lusting after princess Daphne and had a new crush on a girl every other week. Will was noticing how well the boys in his class were growing. Puppy fat melting away into sharp cheekbones, strong jaws, and sleek muscles.
The third time was during the horribly bland and uncomfortable health class where they were given the sex talk and Will realised rather abruptly, he had no interest in participating in the activities they described.
His friends, unfortunately, weren’t having the same realisation.
Instead, it was all they could think about. All they could talk about. Meeting a pretty girl and having sex with her. Touching boobs and pussys and kissing painted pink lips.
Will didn’t want that.
He would keep quiet, making himself small and hoping his friends wouldn’t ask him for his opinion. They wouldn’t like his opinion, his opinion was odd and wrong and different. His opinion made him not fit and he didn’t like thinking about unless he had too.
Like when it was late at night and Will couldn’t resist anymore, slipping his hand inside his underwear tugging pathetically at his rock-solid dick, allowing himself to imagine his forbidden fantasies. Filled with excitement and euphoria until the moment he cums and is slammed with shame.
The fourth time was when Will woke up, covered in his night-time emissions, snuggled in the borrowed sleeping bag on Mikes basement floor. His three best friends passed out in their own bags around him. He cleaned himself up as quietly as possible to not wake the party and then cried in the bathroom for hours.
He pretended he had a nightmare the next day when Mike questioned his red-rimmed eyes. It might as well have been a nightmare with how it damned him.
Will started to hate his dick after that. As he watched Mikes eyes trail after pretty girls with longing and lust. When he met El and suddenly she was all he cared about. Every conversation would circle back to her, the few they still had at least, seeing as Mike spent every moment he could at her side.
Not at Wills.
Like he used too.
He knew why it bothered him. Like he knew why Lucas doing the same with Max didn’t bother him nearly as much.
He wasn’t happy about it.
It was one thing to be attracted to boys in general. It was far worse to be attracted specifically to your best friend. His best friend who didn’t display any signs of feeling the same way. Of being the same way as Will.
Queer.
It was pretty hard to avoid the label at this point. Will wasn’t stupid, he knew what it all meant. The boners and the dreams. The silly little crushes that would go nowhere. It had been happening for years. It had been happening at least as long as the other guys started thinking about girls.
Girls.
Will tried to like girls. They were nice and sweet, and they always smelt like fruity perfumes, swishing their colorful skirts around. He sort of got the appeal, he just didn’t feel it personally.
Instead Wills gaze would catch on the developing physiques of his classmates in the locker room, thick thighs and emerging muscles, large hands betraying so much strength, Wills mouth would dry out.
The locker room was a dangerous place. Will couldn’t resist the temptation to peek and memorise. He kept quiet and unobtrusive, slyly looking at the undressing boys from beneath his lashes, fighting of the blush the sight brought about.
Showering after was even worse. Naked skin slick with the pounding water, miles of flesh lathered with soap surrounding him. He would tuck himself under the most private showerhead, staring as resolutely at the wall as possible, desperately willing his dick to stay soft.
It didn’t always listen. Which was mostly Wills fault, unable to stop the brief glances he would give to the many exposed soft cocks. None of them having the same issue as Will in trying to stay flaccid. None of them were queer like him.
Like he said he hated his dick sometimes, but he never hated other people’s dicks. Liking them too much was his problem.
By the time he finally got caught, which was inevitable with how often his dick betrayed him, Will had already been being called a fairy for years. He was surprised he made it out of the shower alive honestly, but the fact everyone thought he was queer anyway might have spared him.
It’s not like they weren’t expecting it.
That didn’t stop the demeaning words and cruel looks that were instantly thrown at him, while he cowered in humiliation and fear, after his rigidly stiff cock was pointed out. He ran, half-washed, back to the locker room and got dressed as quickly as possible, tears pouring down his cheeks with the laughter from the showers audible.
He stopped showering after gym following that. It was miraculous he made it out unscathed, he wasn’t going to tempt fate by doing it again. Settling instead with dousing himself in deodorant, luckily he didn’t generally work up a sweat in gym.
His friends never mentioned the incident to him, even though they knew about it. The story went round the whole school and it felt like the entirety of Hawkins had heard by the end of the week. The pitying looks his mom gave him meant even she heard about it.
Will didn’t say anything. He never brought it up, neither confirmed nor contradicted what they were saying. Ignored the increase in the frequency of slurs directed at him. It wasn’t like much changed. They thought he was queer before, now they just really thought he was queer.
Will never told them, but his friends obviously assumed the same. They continued to have the excruciating conversations about sex, yet kindly never asked Will contribute. Never called him out for his disinterest and at moments disgust.
Never pried into his own experiences.
Which he had.
The benefit of being the only openly, kind of, gay kid at school was all the closeted or confused guys who would come to him. Will didn’t mind helping them figure stuff out. More than happy to lend a hand or a mouth.
Some of them were shy and timid, nervously touching Will back, as he pumped their cock. Others got angry when they enjoyed it, punishing Will when they wanted to punish themselves, being rough and forceful. Will still liked it.
They were all in the same boat and Will trusted no-one would speak about it. They had as much to lose as he did, more in fact. Will almost felt a sense of freedom. Like there were no consequences to what he was doing. Things couldn’t get worse. He couldn’t get gayer.
So he would give hand jobs and blowjobs to anyone who asked, pleased but never expecting the ones he got back.
Though he never mentioned it to his friends, he was pretty sure he was getting more sex than all of them combined.
He’d never gone all the way. Not yet. Despite being a slut in every other way, that felt special, like he wanted to save it for someone special. He resolutely ignored the pang in his heart that told him he knew who he wanted to do it.
His mom seemed to assume otherwise. Giving him her own version of a sex talk that was humiliatingly geared toward his interests. Will melting into the floor as she spoke to him in excruciating detail about the logistics of anal sex.
He hadn’t even told her, which she apologized for not giving him the opportunity, but decided it was too important to ignore. His steadily growing reputation forcing her hand. Will understood, she was scared, she didn’t want him to get sick.
Will didn’t want to get sick either.
That didn’t mean he wanted his mother to talk to him about condoms and lube and the importance of stretching. He didn’t want to know why she knew so much about gay sex. Why she assumed Will wanted to be on the receiving end.
Which he did, but she didn’t need to know that.
She especially didn’t need to give him a giant pack of condoms and several bottles of lube, telling him to be careful and to come to her if he needed. No matter how embarrassed or scared he was. To always come to her for help.
He hated every moment of the conversation but he couldn’t deny the supplies came in handy. The relief of his mom knowing the truth was a bonus. Will felt comfortable enough to point out cute guys in the movies they watched, thrilled as his mom looked proud of him.
The supplies though, Will hadn’t had penetrative sex but he did start experimenting privately. Prodding at his secret area, slick with the lube, as he masturbated lost in his fantasies of someone else doing this to him.
Mike doing this to him.
He rarely felt guilt or shame after he came now. He was so used to the routine he had become desensitised to how it once felt like an exploitation.
Pillow under his hips, showing off his perky rounded cheeks, thrusting his fingers in his sloppily prepared hole as he grinded his cock into the soft material below him. He could fuck and hump himself raw for hours when he had the time.
He wasn’t the only horny one, but it felt like it hit him the worst. He was always ready to get off, always willing, it was why he would say yes to the offers from guys he should have said no too.
The ones who slap and spit and call him the worst of names.
Like the player from Lucas’s basketball team, who was so far in denial Will thought he would probably marry a woman, that would pull Will aside after practise to a secluded alley round the back of the school.
Will would obediently crash to his knees as the senior lowered his basketball shorts and briefs and Will would lean forward inhaling the masculine musk from all the physical activity. The guy would get impatient, forcing Will to take him into his mouth, and Will would suck like it was his purpose.
It wouldn’t take long. Wills knees digging uncomfortably into the gravel ground, strong hands tugging at his hair, cock in his mouth, and his own hand shoved in the front of his pants as he jerked himself off.
The guy would cum down Will throat and push him away dismissively, calling Will some slur or another, as he choked on all fours trying to catch his breath back.
His friends never caught him, until the day Will looked up through his streaming eyes to watch the senior walk away, roughly shouldering past the lanky figure at the end of the alley.
Will hurriedly wiped at his mouth as Mike cautiously approached him, knowing it was futile, Mike had seen everything or at least enough to make the correct assumption.
They didn’t speak, Mike offered his hand out to help Will up and studiously ignored the erection that tented his pants, leading him to his car. Will got into the passenger seat in silence, not asking any questions as Mike started driving away from the school, fingers clenching the material of his pants tightly.
Will didn’t know where they were heading as Mike drove past his own street and didn’t turn on to Mirkwood to take Will home. Driving on for several tense miles until they were leaving Hawkins entirely.
The sky had darkened by the time Mike drove down some country back roads, finding themselves far from the nearest living person, parking on the side of a empty field. He turned of the engine, cutting the only sound except their breathing, the quiet itself louder than anything Will had heard before.
His erection had wilted at some point over the long drive. It knew as well as Will did that this conversation wasn’t going to be pleasant. There was a reason he had been putting it off despite everyone already knowing.
Because Mike knew. Mike had known for years. Mike had shouted at Will that it wasn’t his fault Will didn’t like girls. And it wasn’t his fault. It was Wills fault. It had always been Wills fault. Will who couldn’t control his urges. Who couldn’t ignore his desires. Who couldn’t refrain from acting on them.
“Why do you let them treat you like that?” Mike said eventually, breaking the silence, his voice tinged with a deep sadness.
Will glanced at Mike who had his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, staring out the front window, not looking at him.
He shrugged, “I don’t know.” He whispered, tightening his grip on his pants.
Mike glared at him, “You- you shouldn’t let them!”
Will shrugged again, curling his shoulders in at Mikes rising anger.
“It’s not right,” Mike ranted, Will’s eyes immediately pricked with tears.
He knew he wasn’t right but why did Mike have to say it?
“I’m sorry.” He said, hoarsely, hiding his face from Mike. He couldn’t see the disgust, not from Mike. “I’m sorry, you weren’t meant to see. I know it’s wrong.”
“You’re goddamn right it’s wrong.” Mike slapped the steering wheel, making Will flinch and cry in earnest. “Calling you those things, after…” Mike trailed off, inhaling deeply “Don’t let them-“
Will was shuddering as he tried to keep his sobs silent, biting down on his clenched fist, looking out his side window. He recoiled when Mike clasped his shaking shoulder, jumping back at the unexpected touch, retreating into the door.
“Will-“ Mike softened his tone, eyes panicked as he took in Wills state, “Are you crying? What’s wrong?” Mike reached forward again and Will made himself even smaller, the door handle digging painfully into his back, “Did he hurt you?” Mikes demanded, face tightening sternly.
Will shook his head minutely. He didn’t hurt him, not beyond the usual amount anyway.
Mike relaxed, shoulders dropping in relief, “Then why-“ Mike chewed on his lip as he observed Will, finally registering his evident fear, “What’s wrong Will?”
Will could barely see him through the tears that kept pouring. Despite preparing for this moment for years, expecting it, it was so much worse than he could have ever imagined.
“Me.” He whispered, miserably “I’m wrong.”
“No you’re not,” Mike rebutted, “Who said- tell me- there’s nothing wrong with you. They’re the wrong ones, you hear me.”
Will sobbed harder at that. He didn’t understand what was going on. One minute Mike was mad at him and now he was-
Wrapping his arm reassuringly around his shoulder pulling him into his strong chest, Will couldn’t resist burying his head into Mikes shirt. Not certain this won’t be the last time he’s allowed to be this close.
Mike started rubbing his back gently, comforting him as Will broke down on him. Whispering kind words that Will didn’t quite believe into the top of his hair. “Please don’t leave me.” Will croaked, desperately, “Please, Mike.”
“Never,” Mike promised, softly, “Never Will, why would you think I’d-“
“I’m a fucking fag-“ Will spat, jerking out of Mikes arms abruptly, “I’m a dirty quee-“
“Will,” Mike interrupted, face twisted in pain at the self-loathing in Wills words, “Don’t- don’t talk about yourself like that.”
“But it’s true.” Will said, agonisingly, staring wide-eyed at Mike, “It’s true.”
“So what if it’s true-“ Mike exploded, “That doesn’t mean you’re dirty. That doesn’t mean we aren’t best friends.”
Will frowned at Mike, “Then why are you angry at me?” he whispered.
Mike squinted at him, “I’m not angry at you.”
“You were, the whole drive, you were furious” Will crossed his arms protectively over his chest.
“At him-“ Mike gesticulated forcefully, “Not you- never you Will.” He took a deep breath calming himself down, “It doesn’t matter that you’re gay Will, it doesn’t give him an excuse to do that. You deserve better than that.”
Will snorted.
He knew what queers deserved.
“No,” Mike responded to Wills disbelief, “You deserve better. Someone who loves you and treats you well. With respect! Who treasures you, okay. Can’t you-“ Mike swallowed heavily, “Find someone like that- a boyfriend or something.”
Will looked at Mike incredulously. How did he not get it? Will couldn’t have that. Not here, in Hawkins. The most he could expect was furtive hand jobs and secret blowjobs.
“Mike, are you serious?” Will fumbled when Mike didn’t seem to understand, “No-ones going to risk dating me when I’ve got the most flaming target on my back already. You use the fag to get off, you don’t date him.” He muttered bitterly.
He learned that lesson after the first guy to approach him. Will naively hoping it could have been more, innocently asking him if he wanted to hang out at the arcade, after they finished. Only to be called a pathetic little cocksucker and spat on.
A stark contrast to the crooning pet names the guy had moaned in his ear as they jerked each other’s cocks.
“I would,” Will snapped his head up at Mike who was nervously clenching his jaw, “I’d date him-“ he cleared his throat, “I’d date you and treat you much better than any of those others-“
“Mike-“ Will started, gaping almost uselessly. What could he say? Mike you’re not gay! Mike, you don’t want me, I’m too broken. Mike don’t throw your life away for this, it leads to nothing but pain and ostracism.
“You’re not-“ Will waved at him.
“I could be,” Mike whispered, eyes darting from Wills face to out the window anxiously, “It wasn’t just because of what he said, the anger.” Mike clarified, twisting his hands together, “I was… jealous.”
“Jealous?” Will repeated, redundantly.
“And it’s not… the first time. I’ve heard things-“
Will was sure. There were plenty of rumors of what he got up to with anyone who asked.
“-and I’ve wanted those things. With you.” Mike whispered.
Will let that sink in for a moment, “What about El?”
Mike frowned, “What about her? We broke up last year remember.”
“Yeah,” Will remembered the surprisingly cordial break-up, “But you liked her.”
The key part being her.
“Yeah,” Mike shrugged, “And now I like you. A lot.” Mike shifted uneasily in his seat, “I might even love you.”
Will leaned back in surprise, observing his best friend intently, “Oh,” he breathed out, unable to detect a hint of dishonesty in his posture.
“Yeah, oh.” Mike muttered, running his hand roughly through his hair “So if you want- if you wanted something like that, with me. I’m right here. You don’t have to settle for those jerks-“
“They weren’t all jerks.” Will said, ignoring Mikes glare at that. It was true, some of them were detached but not cruel, and an even smaller amount were even nice.
“You really love me?” Will asked, unable to hide the longing in his voice.
Mikes eyes softened, reaching out to take Wills hand, rubbing his thumb gently over his knuckles.
“I do.”
Will glanced between their joined hands and Mikes kind eyes, not sure what to do with his dreams coming true.
Except say yes, “Okay,” Will exhaled, “I love you too.” He said, out loud for the first time since it became true six years ago.
Mikes smile spread widely across his face, thumb still stroking Wills knuckles, “Good,” he raised his free hand, cupping Wills cheek who leaned into it, wiping at the left over tear tracks.
“You are beautiful Will Byers,” Mike didn’t give a chance to respond, capturing his lips in Wills first ever kiss. None of the others brave enough to take that step.
Just kissing Mike was better than anything he had done before. The taste and feel of his tongue exploring the wet heat of Wills mouth, their breaths intermingling as Mike buried his hands in Wills hair.
Will needed to be closer to the boy he loved. Who miraculously loved him back. He climbed over the gear shift, settling heavily in Mikes lap, with the steering wheel pressed into his back. Not breaking their frantic kissing as he did so.
He was rewarded by the feeling of Mikes hard cock pressing into the swell of his ass, and Will ground himself down on the bulge. Rubbing it between his cheeks as his own dick plumped in his pants, kissing Mike like they were devouring each other.
Mike pulled back and Will whined, chasing after his lips, “Wait- just- promise me, no one else-“ Mike moved his hand and squeezed Wills ass, “If we’re doing this- this is mine, only mine.” He squeezed again to make his point.
Will was more than okay with those terms, nodding frantically, “Just yours- it’s all yours Mike.” He whined, “I’m yours.”
Mike liked that, capturing Wills lips once more taking full control. Will held onto Mikes shoulders as he plundered his mouth, Mikes hands gripping his hips as he stuttered his own up to the crease of his ass.
Will desperately humped down on his cock, he felt his briefs fill with his leaking pre-cum, the car quickly developing an overpowering scent of sweat and sex. Mike bit down hard on Wills bottom lip, drawing blood, and Will let out a small squeal.
The pressure on his ass was glorious and Will wished they were in his room where his lube was. More than ready to take the final step. It was easy to consider doing with Mike. He wanted to do it right this moment.
He would, if not for the embarrassing talk with his mom. Will knew he needed to do a thorough clean first and didn’t want his first time with only spit. The likelihood of tearing to high, and whilst Will didn’t mind a little bit of pain, that would be too much.
Especially considering the size of Mikes dick, the hefty width and impressive length rubbing forcefully between Wills cheeks, only a couple of pieces of material separating them. He wanted it inside of him, his hole clenching uselessly around nothing.
Mikes movements speed up, and Will was certain there would be fingerprint bruises on his hips, violently bouncing Will in his lap.
It was the best sex Will had ever had and they weren’t even touching skin to skin.
Except here their mouths were still fused together, breathing heavily out of their noses right into each other’s faces. Mikes eyes were blown wide open, irises expanded almost completely black as he watched Will writhe atop his lap.
Mike released his mouth, throwing his head back against the headrest, with several powerful thrusts cumming into his underwear. He pulled Will down forcefully, shoving his cock into the gap in his cheeks, and Will let himself cum at the pressure on his hole.
He moaned as he filled his pants, like he once did dreaming of this in Mikes basement beside his sleeping best friends. The boy who cried in the bathroom following that never expected he would be in this situation one day.
Will buried his head into Mikes neck, both of their chests rising rapidly as they attempted to even their breathing after that exertion. Will felt Mikes cock softening under his ass, his own shrivelling in his sticky pants.
He didn’t want to move. Exhausted, well-sated, and happier than he had ever been.
Mike put a comforting hand on his ass, squeezing gently, cupping his cheeks as Will napped briefly right where he was.
Will didn’t know how long it had been before Mike asked him if he wanted to sleep over. Will said yes reluctantly removing himself from Mikes lap so they could start the long journey home.
He was pleased when he noticed Mikes eyes track his ass as Will crawled back to the passenger seat. He purposefully took his time, arching his back enticingly, letting Mike ogle. Rewarded by the returning erection in Mikes pants, pushing out the material.
Will smirked as he considered one way to make the journey more interesting. Mike seemed ready and there was no way he wouldn’t enjoy it. Wills had a lot of practice.
He waited until Mike had started the car and peeled out of the deserted area they had ended up in. He reached over to Mikes pants, slowly undoing the belt and zipper, as mike frantically looked out of the front window to where Will was touching.
Will had his impressive cock out of the slit in his pants and briefs in no time, and gobbled it down without hesitation. Mike’s hitched breath above him as he tried to pay attention to driving, whilst Will sucked him leisurely.
Hopefully Mike would be ready for round three when they got home.