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It wasn’t often that Mike and Will were left alone in either of their respective houses. Both had far too many people in their families for everyone to be gone at once, usually. If Mike’s parents were gone, Holly would be home. If El was out of the house, Joyce and Hopper would be there instead. Jonathan and Nancy, both out of the house and living in their own apartment now didn’t make either of their houses less full.
Even though he and Will have been dating since the whole Vecna business two years ago they haven’t been able to get much farther than making out and some heavy petting most of the time. There was the occasional time when they were both too frustrated and impatient to wait until everyone was out of either of their houses where they’d get each other off with their hands or just grinding together until they’d finish in their pants. Which, yeah, was always pretty gross after the fact, but neither of them gave a shit in the moment.
The few times when they were lucky enough to get either house to themselves for a few hours, they were able to get more adventurous. They have given each other blowjobs, Will has fingered him a handful of times, and they’ve had full-on sex twice. Mike was very dissatisfied with the fact that the number wasn’t more than two times. Not that he was dissatisfied with what they were able to do while trying to be more discreet to avoid getting caught with their pants down. Literally. It’s just that it’s been months since the last time they had any proper alone time together.
“I hate this,” Mike groaned unhappily when he and Will had to separate from their very heated and satisfying make out session before either of them could get too worked up. They were at Will’s house today, hidden away in Will’s bedroom and curled up on his boyfriend’s bed. They’d told each other that they would study for their upcoming chemistry test, but both knew that very little studying would actually get done. From where Mike buries his face in the crook of Will’s neck he can hear Hopper’s heavy footsteps ambling around outside of Will’s bedroom. Yeah, no way in hell he or Will can do anything with Hopper being home. Mike would like to keep his life, thanks very much.
“What?” Will asks with a confused frown even as his fingers card through Mike’s already messy hair. Mike is pretty sure that Will is trying to fix it, combing it back into place so it looks at least semi-presentable and not like Will had been raking his hands through it and tugging at Mike’s curls minutes prior.
He lifts his face from Will’s neck with a huff, pushing his hips forward until they’re pressed flush against Will’s thigh and his boyfriend can feel his hard-on. “ This ,” Mike enunciates while at the same time pleased by the little hitched breath he hears catch in Will’s throat when he feels that Mike is hard. “We haven’t been alone in months , Byers. I’m starting to go insane.”
And Will, the dick, rolls his eyes fondly at Mike’s dramatics. “We fooled around just last week, Mike. You’re not pent up enough to be going insane,” he reminds his boyfriend. And, yes, they did fool around last week, Mike knows that! But a couple of rushed hand-jobs while having to muffle every single sound made between them into hands or shoulders or kisses was hardly fully satisfying. It was wonderful , don’t get Mike wrong. Any time Will gets his hand on his dick, or vice versa, Mike fully ascends to cloud nine.
The wanting, the craving , wasn’t so bad when Mike didn’t know what it was like to have Will surrounding him, pinning him down into the mattress with his body, inside of him . But now Mike does know what those things are like and he wants it dammit! So, Mike huffs again and nudges his hips forward into Will’s thigh again, lashes fluttering from the pressure and friction provided.
Mike isn’t able to do much more than that, though, before Will gives a warning, “Mike”, and rearranges them so that Mike can’t grind up against his thigh. Mike, disgruntled and petulant, whines in frustration and glares at his traitor of a boyfriend. Will simply arches an eyebrow and gestures at his closed, unlocked, door. They don’t dare lock it when Hopper is home. “You are crazy if you think I’m doing anything when Hopper is home.”
“Crazy together,” Mike purrs in response, just to be a little shit, and Will pinches his upper arm in retaliation. Mike yelps and shoves Will’s hand away from him, pout forming on his lips. “Rude! I am being severely betrayed right now!”
“Betrayed,” Will scoffs and then rolls them over so that Mike is underneath him, caged by Will’s arms and legs and chest and broad shoulders and— okay, yeah, Mike is perfectly content here. Mike’s eyes flutter closed, anticipating a kiss that, tragically, never comes. Mike could honestly probably cry.
“I’m trying to keep your head connected to your body, dummy. If you think that Hopper was bad with you and El doing nothing but kissing. I’m sure you can imagine what he’d do if he caught us doing anything more than that.”
An unpleasant shudder runs through Mike’s body, completely unrelated from Will’s body being pressed up against his and pinning him against the mattress. Hopper’s reaction to him and Will dating was bad enough. Not that he was being an asshole about it like most people would be — but Hopper wasn’t Mike’s biggest fan and he made it abundantly clear that he was unhappy with Mike dating his daughter and then his step-son. Which, fair! Understandable! But Mike really could have gone without the shovel talk and Hopper threatening to kill him if Mike broke Will’s heart. He got the same talk from Jonathan. And El. And the rest of the Party. He would appreciate it if everyone had a bit more confidence in him!
“Okay, yeah,” Mike relents, then mourns the loss of Will’s body and heat and weight laying over him when Will rolls off. “But, seriously,” he continues, sitting up and frowning down at Will with a bit more earnest look on his face, “it’s been months since we’ve been able to do anything more than hand-jobs or blow-jobs. I’m… you know…”
Will smiles, and it’s playful but also understanding. “You like me that much, Wheeler?” Will teases and Mike feels his face flush even though what he’s been saying the past few minutes has been way more embarrassing than what Will just said. Will sighs then and reaches out to stroke his thumb along the sharp edge of Mike’s cheekbone. Mike leans into the touch, lids drooping and lips parting with the sudden desire to kiss his boyfriend breathless.
Whatever expression Mike has on his face causes Will to falter and his thumb stutters from where it’s stroking along his cheek. “I miss it, too,” Will finally admits and Mike’s tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth with want. “I miss… you,” he adds, even though they both know there is more to it than that. Will misses the same things that Mike does. The skin-to-skin contact, the kisses that are less like kisses and more like breathing and moaning into each other’s mouths, the sheer and utter closeness that they achieve when they overwhelm each other’s senses when Will is inside of him.
Mike’s next exhale shudders out of him and he pitches forward, connecting their mouths again. He feels Will melt under his touch, coming willingly, enthusiastically, and they fall back into the bed. Mike doesn’t think that he could ever get over the feeling of Will completely folding under his hands, to his kisses. It’s intoxicating.
They kiss deeply again, falling into this well-practiced rhythm as easily as breathing. Mike is on top of Will this time, slotted between Will’s legs, hands sliding up his boyfriend’s sides, arms, neck, tangling in his hair, everywhere he can touch. Will’s hands find themselves buried in Mike’s hair like they always do, scratching his blunt nails against his scalp until Mike makes some sort of mewling sound that is swallowed up by Will’s kisses. Their tongues just barely meet, hot and slick, when there’s a loud rapping knock against Will’s closed door.
The pair break away just in time for Hopper to burst inside, not even waiting for a response from either teenager. There’s a reason that Will has forbidden them from doing anything more than some making out while his step-father is home. Mike is reminded of that right now as he settles down sheepishly beside Will on the bed, as if Hopper didn’t watch him climb off Will first. It feels kind of like what he imagines a walk of shame would be.
“Dinner’s ready. Mike, you should probably head home now, it’s a school night,” Hopper says, thankfully avoiding the fact that he definitely knows what he walked into. Which is his own fault for not waiting until Will answered him, so Mike feels that it’s sort of deserved. Either way, he knows that Hopper’s ‘suggestion’ to go home is, indeed, not a suggestion, so he gets out of the bed as Hopper leaves.
“I’ll walk you to the door,” Will says as if he doesn’t do it every single time Mike leaves.
“Cool,” Mike replies, gathering up his backpack that contains his chemistry textbook and notebook that he didn’t even crack open. He really needs to study when he gets home or he’s flunking that test tomorrow. When Mike’s packed up and ready to be walked out, Will steps into his space, hands on Mike’s waist and hot breath brushing across his lips. Mike may pass out.
“I’ll figure something out so we can get some time alone. I’ve been picking up those extra shifts at Family Video the past couple weeks so I might be able to afford a hotel room or something,” Will suggests. And, yup, Mike’s going to pass out without a doubt. “Sounds good?”
“Mhm,” Mike responds and is met by a knowing smile, and another kiss that leaves his knees going wobbly. It doesn’t take much to get Mike weak in the knees, but when Will pulls away, Mike has a fresh flush on his face and he has to swallow hard against the desire rising up from his chest and into his throat.
“C’mon, let’s get you out of here before Hopper has to warn us a second time,” Will laughs, pulling Mike out of his bedroom by the hand.
The rest of the week passes uneventfully. Mike, predictably, barely passes that stupid chemistry exam and so his mom makes a rule that Mike can no longer go over to ‘study’ at Will’s during the school week until his grade pulls back up. He wants to argue with her but considering she knows that they’re dating and has actually been very accepting and supportive of it, which is more than Mike ever hoped for, he chooses to let this one go. Will is unhappy about it, but also recognizes that it only makes sense Mike’s mom wouldn’t make exceptions for Mike that she never did Nancy before she went off to college.
At least Mike is still able to see Will during the weekend, and there are no rules against spending the night together. As long as they leave the bedroom door open three inches.
This Saturday Will is working at the video store that both Steve and Robin used to work at before they moved out of Hawkins. Mike, and the rest of their friends, were happy for them when they made the announcement that they were getting the hell out of this town. It’ll just be another few months and then Will and Mike will be able to do the same. They’ve already got a few colleges picked out, some in Indiana and some out-of-state, but they’re determined to go to the same university.
Even though Saturday is one of the busiest days at Family Video, Mike still likes to spend Will’s shift hanging around and talking when they get the chance. Will’s boss is, luckily, pretty lenient when it comes to having his friends hang out as long as it doesn’t impact Will’s productivity.
Mike is currently helping Will restock movies back on the shelves (offering unpaid labor because he loves his boyfriend that much) when the topic of the hotel room is brought up again. “I’m getting paid tomorrow,” Will announces out of the blue, and without context, Mike doesn’t have much of an opinion about it, so he just nods. When he’s met with a lackluster reaction, Will prattles on. “For the hotel.”
Mike nearly drops the video that he was trying to put away, sputtering and turning red. “ Will ,” he hisses, looking around them feverishly to ensure no one overheard them. Of course, as they are the only ones currently in the store, no one did. “Y-you can’t just say stuff like that!”
“Why? No one’s around,” Will points out, lips quirked up in a smirk that Mike really shouldn’t find as attractive as he does. “I thought you’d want to know. Do you not want to go?”
Mike knows that Will is just messing with him because that asshole definitely knows that Mike still wants to go to a hotel room where they can fuck without fear of interruption. Still, he only turns redder and turns back to his task with an embarrassed grunt. “Obviously I still want to go,” Mike grumbles. “You think we can go tomorrow?”
“That’s what I was planning,” Will answers nonchalantly, which makes sense because he kind of has to be when they’re in public discussing this. Still, the nonchalant nature of it has heat pooling in Mike’s core. Talking about their sex life shouldn’t be so casual and yet Will is able to make it so. “I’m thinking that we could go into the city. We’d leave in the morning to make a date out of it. What do you think?”
Mike nods and glances over at Will with a smile. A date sounds nice. Really nice, actually. It’s been a while since they’ve been on a proper one. The last time they went on a public date was four months ago when they ran into Troy and his cronies who had heckled them over being at a diner alone together even though platonic friends did that all the time. They both knew that Troy didn’t know shit, not really, but it still shook them up enough to avoid going on public dates in Hawkins; the risk felt too great, too real. But a date in the city would mean less eyes on them and a bit more acceptance, even if it’s only a tad.
“Then it’s a date,” Will says, and then the bell above the door is chiming with the arrival of a customer. Will leaves Mike’s side to greet them and Mike remains at the shelf, willing his stomach and heart to stop fluttering.
It isn’t until Mike is in Will’s car driving down the interstate at nine o’clock in the morning when he starts to have some reservations about the hotel idea. “Are you sure a hotel is going to be a good idea?” Mike blurts out then continues on when Will sends him a questioning glance. “I mean. Hotels usually raise an eyebrow when two guys check into the same room, don’t they?”
Will pauses like he hasn’t thought about that before when making the plan himself, then nods with a pinched look on his face. “Yeah… you’re probably right,” he sighs. The disappointment between them is palatable but there isn’t anything either of them can do about getting judgmental stares when they try to do anything that could be potentially romantic on their own. Getting a hotel together would certainly be one of those things.
“Do you still want to try it?” Will asks him and Mike gives a noncommittal shrug. It’s not that he doesn’t want to give it a shot, that he doesn’t want to spend uninterrupted time with his boyfriend who he loves more than anything. But things like this still scare him sometimes. He isn’t brave like Will. He can’t look at bullies’ square in the face and tell them to fuck off like Will has started doing within the past few months. Will wouldn’t have any problem checking into the hotel with confidence, not letting the opinions of others phase him. But Mike? Mike is still a coward. The thought of those eyes on him, eyes that know , chills him down to the bone.
“We don’t have to do this, Mike,” Will reminds Mike softly, and the comforting weight of his hand lands on Mike’s thigh, squeezing. Mike swallows against the lump in his throat and all the reminders that he’s not good enough for the boy sitting beside him. Sometimes he feels that Will deserves someone better, someone more than Mike ever will be, but he knows those thoughts aren’t of any use or help to either of them. Deep down he knows that he deserves Will, that he loves Will in the exact way that Will needs to be loved and that neither of them would trade it away for anything ‘better’. There is no better that exists for either of them.
It isn’t Mike that is holding Will back. It’s… everything else. They live in a time that isn’t kind to people like them and that’s scary. Mike knows that Will is scared too, that he comes across as more confident when he stands up for himself than he really is because they never know what those around them are capable of. People like them get beaten up, ridiculed, killed. Will and Mike both know that they can never be too careful.
“Maybe we shouldn’t,” Mike replies, and though he can’t bring himself to look at Will right now, he still reaches out to lace their fingers together on top of his thigh. “If we can’t have sex again before we get to college then I’ll deal with it. It’ll suck but I’d rather do that than—”
“I know,” Will says and then he’s taking the exit that leads to one of the small hiking spots in Indiana. Mike doesn’t question it because he knows Will. He knows that he’s wanting to go somewhere they can park the car and have a proper conversation. Things fall silent between them while Will continues driving, but their hands remain clasped together. Mike, just once, brings their hands up to his mouth so he can kiss the back of Will’s and, even without seeing his face, he knows Will is smiling.
When they find a place to park, it’s in one of the more secluded areas of the park in front of a singular picnic table that has bird shit all over it. They likely won’t be disturbed here since most families tend to favor the more populated areas of the trail; they're a little more beginner friendly and there are camping grounds for them to utilize.
“I didn’t even start thinking about the risks until we got in the car,” Mike admits when they’re looking at each other again. The car is off, but the windows are down enough to let some of the breeze in now that the air-conditioning isn’t running. “I… I really wanted to do this with you. I know that most people working at some run-down motel probably wouldn’t care, not when they pass rooms out to hookers and drug dealers all the time. It’s just…”
“What if the one we go to is the one that would care,” Will finishes for him and Mike nods defeated. “I started worrying about it last night.”
Mike blinks at Will. “You did?”
“Yeah. You remember how it was when we were driving across the country to save El, don’t you? There were four of us trying to check into rooms and even then some assholes tried to imply we were checking in to have some… some orgy ,” Will says and then shudders at the very thought of it. For fuck’s sake, his brother was one of the people with him! “And we were only fifteen at the time.”
Mike can’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it. “Are you serious? I didn’t even notice!”
“I doubt any of you did besides me,” Will admits with a small shrug. “It was subtle. I can’t even remember what they said exactly. I was more sensitive to it, though, so I caught on.”
“That makes sense,” Mike sighs and reaches out for Will’s hands again, playing with his fingers when they’re within his reach. “If I wasn’t so wrapped up in everything I was going through at the time I might have noticed too. It’s probably a good thing that I didn’t because I would have freaked out and made everything a lot worse for us.”
“What? Like you did when you told me that it’s not your fault I don’t like girls?”
“Will!” Mike cries, releasing Will’s hands so he can cover his face in mortification. He knows that Will is only teasing now, he can hear it in the lilt of his voice that tells him Will is holding back a smug smile, but it’s still embarrassing to hear. He still can hardly believe he said something so cruel to Will, throwing the very thing that his bullies and father used to say to him right back in his face. He isn’t mad at himself for it anymore necessarily, mostly because Will has forgiven him, and forgave him a long time ago, but still. That entire summer is one Mike does not like to think back on.
Will laughs and curls his fingers around Mike’s wrists, bringing his hands away from his face, apologizing. “Sorry, sorry. I won’t bring it up again,” he says sincerely, and then leans in so he can kiss the corner of Mike’s mouth because he can. They’re isolated here, alone and unlikely to be disturbed. It isn’t as safe as back in their own houses, in their own rooms, but it’s safe enough. “But if they were that bad about us as a group when it was obvious that wasn’t what we were checking in to do, I can imagine what it would be like if it is a little more… obvious.”
“We’d be playing right into their stereotype, wouldn’t we?” Mike groans, leaning further into Will’s space because now that Will has moved in close, Mike can’t get enough, and he doesn’t want Will out of that space.
Will hums and nods, sheepish. “A little bit, yeah. But it’s really no different compared to any of our friends doing the same thing. They only look down on us when we do it. It’s stupid.”
“Well, hopefully it won’t matter soon. We’ll be going off to college in a few months and thanks to Owens we’re moving into our own apartment. That means going at it whenever and wherever we want,” Mike teases, lips curled up into a smirk, finally ready to lighten the mood. Will laughs, but Mike can see the flare of heat the comment brings in the way his boyfriend’s eyes darken ever so slightly. Mike’s stomach flutters and curls, throat tightening at the fact that Will likes the thought of that. He likes the thought of them having sex whenever and wherever they want. That itself isn’t really a surprise, but seeing and knowing are two different things.
“We could finally fuck on a couch,” Will emboldens and Mike very nearly chokes on his own spit because what? Since when did Will have a specific thing for wanting to fuck on a couch? He’s never brought it up to Mike before.
“Wait—what?” Mike sputters and he watches as Will laughs again, but his laugh doesn’t disguise the way Will’s hands are moving away from Mike’s own so they can rest on his waist instead. Will’s fingers are adventurous already, trailing up ever so slightly so his fingertips rest on the skin just above the waistband of Mike’s jeans. It’s teasing, hardly anything that should be enough to send Mike floundering, but it does. Everything Will does makes Mike’s head fill with cotton, hazy and slow to think, only react.
“I may have always had a bit of a fantasy of having sex on the couch in the basement,” Will admits, and even though he isn’t laughing anymore, his tone is still playful though his eyes betray any notion that it’s only teasing. Will is being serious and Mike can feel his head going cloudier, filled with only fleeting thoughts of oh my God he wants to fuck me on a couch and oh fuck I want him to fuck me on a couch.
It isn’t even like it’s a crazy fantasy. It’s something as simple as having sex on a different piece of furniture that isn’t even risqué or adventurous like a counter or kitchen table. But it is something that they haven’t ever done before. All of their sexual encounters have taken place inside a locked bedroom on a bed and, on more than one occasion, under the covers just in case they got caught. Mike dizzily realizes that it isn’t the thought of the couch that turns him on, it’s the thought of being out in the open, not as concerned with privacy and remaining hidden.
Having sex on the couch means that they’re not in a space that is designated for sex. There wouldn’t be a locked door, or even a closed door, keeping them separated from the outside, judgmental world. It would just be them existing in the same space as everything else, as they usually are, but this time they’d be naked, skin-on-skin, moaning, fingers digging into skin and Will inside of him .
“Oh, um—fuck, okay,” Mike chokes out, blinking hard and breathing shakily out of his nose. He feels like he might be trembling which is so stupid but the images won’t stop now that they’ve started and maybe he won’t actually be able to wait several more months before he gets Will’s dick inside of him again.
Mike watches through sluggish thoughts as Will’s expression turns a bit more bashful, flush rising oh so prettily on his cheeks, dusting across the bridge of his nose. Embarrassed. “Is that weird?” Will asks and the words startle Mike enough to jumpstart his brain back into becoming a somewhat functioning organ instead of one that can only process wanting Will’s dick.
“What?! No!” Mike insists, a little too loudly, but it doesn’t matter because Will smiles and Mike has to pull him in for a kiss when he feels a little bit like he might suffocate if he doesn’t. It isn’t a particularly deep or even heated kiss despite how overheated Mike is currently feeling, but that doesn’t stop Will from making this cute little humming moan that he almost always makes and never fails to drive Mike insane. “It’s not weird,” Mike reassures when he pulls away, large hands cupping Will’s face so that he can feel the heat of his blush under his palms. “ At all . I’ve just… never thought about it and now that I have it’s— yeah. Kinda hot.”
Will hums again and smiles, all smug and content all rolled up in one, then leans forward to nuzzle their noses together because he is a soft dork no matter the circumstances. Mike’s heart fills with light and he laughs, short and sweet, before pulling Will back in for more kisses just because he can. He manages to keep them from turning too heated, keeping the fact that they are technically in public in the back of his mind, but Mike’s efforts get thrown out the fucking window the second Will pulls away to ask, “do you wanna know what I’ve thought about?” Mike may be dumb, but he’s not an idiot, so he knows what Will is referring to.
Mike’s mouth goes dry, and he knows that he should say no, tell Will to wait to tell him when they drive back home and maybe they can jerk each other off in the privacy of Will’s bedroom, but his brain is back to its functionality of only thinking about Will’s dick, so he says yes. Like an idiot.
“The basement has always been our space, you know?” Will starts out, which is a much softer and romantic start than Mike was anticipating, but it’s no less sweet to hear so Mike feels himself melt. He’s always felt the same. Sure, the rest of the Party has found a place inside his basement multiple times before over the years, but it was the place where he and Will alone found solitude and peace, safety. It was the ‘home’ that Mike or Will always referred to when they needed solace. Halloween night of 1984 when Will was being plagued with visions of the Mind Flayer, when he and Will swore to go crazy together, comes to mind.
“Yeah,” Mike agrees, just as soft, and Will smiles so bright that Mike is once again reminded why he always thinks he finds the sun in Will and only Will.
“Before we started dating I didn’t really let myself… fantasize too deeply,” Will continues, and Mike nods along, understanding. Will spoke about this briefly in the past, pretty soon after they got together when Vecna was still breathing down their necks and wracking them with waking and sleeping nightmares.
There was one night, maybe only a week into them being together, when Mike woke up to Will’s choked, muffled sobs from down on the floor where he’d migrated to in an attempt to not wake Mike. But he’d always been sensitive to Will and of course he was going to hear Will’s distress even in the dead of night.
When Mike finally coaxed Will to come back to the bed, to curl up with him and let Mike shoulder some of his pain and fear, Will sobbed into his chest that sometimes he thought this was some elaborate, sick, twisted joke on Vecna’s part. He thought that, at some point, he was going to wake up to the reality he thought he was so sure of; a reality in which Mike was deeply in love with Eleven and moving on from his friendship with Will, no longer needing him. Mike, at that point, had started crying too.
“He knows I’ve never let myself dream of something like this,” Will had cried, fingers curled so tightly in Mike’s shirt that he could feel Will’s hands trembling, like he was terrified that if he let go Mike would evaporate into a cloud of smoke. “I never have. I never could .”
At the time they didn’t go too deep into the specifics of what Will did and did not allow himself to dream about. That hadn’t been Mike’s concern then. All he cared about that night was assuring Will that he was there, that he was real, and it was always Will for him and that it always would be. By the end of that night they both cried themselves dry, exhausted and frayed at the edges, but mended. They were MikeandWill again after that night and Will no longer feared that this happiness with Mike was a cruel trick on Vecna’s part.
Whenever Mike thought back on what Will said about dreaming, of fantasizing, the thought of it being sexual never even crossed his mind. Mainly because he knew that wasn’t what Will was referring to that night while sobbing and shaking apart, worn down by so many years of trauma and unfairness and cruelty. Now, though, Mike thinks about the other half of it that Will omitted.
They were teenagers, growing up and dealing with raging hormones. At the same time Mike was beginning to deal with noticing boys, Will , it was very likely that Will was dealing with the very same thing. The summer of ’95 was one Mike preferred not to think back on for many reasons, but one of them was the shame and guilt that really began eating away at him every time he caught himself staring too long at the sweat dampening Will’s shirt to his chest or his thighs that were constantly fucking exposed with those shorts Will wore. The fleeting glances were easy enough to ignore, to deny, to claim that he was only looking because he was comparing himself to what he was seeing with Will. When the thoughts haunted him at night it was harder to pretend.
Mike never allowed those thoughts to stray too far. He kept his fist clamped around them, wrestling them to stay subdued and buried while he got himself off. When they did escape from his grasp, slipping to the surface usually only when Mike was on the verge of climax, Will’s thighs or lips or chest or ass were on the forefront of his mind and his name caught in the back of his throat. He still ignored it. He shoved it all down and locked it in a box never to be thought of anywhere but the dead of night and never to be spoken of no matter what.
Was Will dealing with the same thing? When those thoughts surfaced, what did they look like? How did it make him feel?
“But you did sometimes?” Mike asks curiously. He’s not even thinking about how hot it is that Will might have thought about him when he was touching himself, not right now. He’s mostly caught up in the idea that those thoughts had hurt Will just as badly as they hurt Mike during that summer, even beyond before they got officially together.
“Mhm,” Will answers, beginning to idly play with a curl in Mike’s hair right near the base of his neck. It was a nervous tick, sometimes, but right now Will didn’t appear to be nervous, only contemplative. The touch wasn’t even teasing, though this conversation started out like it would be. It could turn into that, the heat still sizzling at the pit of Mike suggested that it could, but it was on the backburner for now. “I couldn’t help it. I was in love with you, so obviously I couldn’t keep a lid on it constantly.”
Mike nods along in understanding, remaining silent so that Will keeps talking. “A lot of the time it was simple things, like holding your hand or kissing you,” Will admits, reaching for one of Mike’s hands as he speaks, as if to demonstrate the very thing Will would sometimes let himself think about. Mike half expects Will to lean in for a kiss next, but he evidently chooses not to in favor of continuing to speak. “But sometimes… it wasn’t like that.”
“Is this where the couch thing comes in?” Mike asks, which causes Will to laugh, but the pretty blush on his face has made a reappearance.
“Yeah,” Will says. “I mean, usually fantasies like that only ever happened when I was alone, at night, you know?” Mike itches to ask more about those fantasies. What were the fantasies that Will had then? How often did he indulge in them? What did he think about when he would jerk off, keeping himself quiet so no one in his family could hear him? Mike keeps his mouth shut, though, because he knows that Will is getting there, and Mike just has to be patient.
“I never had a dirty thought about you in front of you until a couple months before we moved to California.”
Okay, yeah, Mike is so glad that he managed to keep his mouth shut. “Wait, seriously?” he blurts, eyes wide and throat dry from the flash of want that floods through him. Sure, Mike had plenty of dirty thoughts about Will in his presence before, probably long before Will had one in front of him, but to hear that Will endured the same thing?
“Yeah. I—I mean, I used to notice things about you that I found attractive all the time, way before this. Your hands, mainly,” Will says with a shy smile that Mike genuinely cannot help leaning forward to kiss right at that very moment. He’d ask Will about the hand thing later, maybe when they’re back in Will’s room. “But this was the first time when I thought about… doing something to you when you were in the room with me.”
“Holy shit,” Mike manages in a shuddering breath. That coil of heat in the bottom of his stomach has returned tenfold now even though Will hasn’t even said anything yet. He sees Will already starting to smirk at Mike’s reaction, but he doesn’t say anything to tease him. Yet. Mike knows the teasing will come sooner rather than later. “What was it about?”
“You weren’t even doing anything,” Will huffs, almost like he’s annoyed at his traitorous brain and hormones for creating fantasies out of ordinary occurrences that shouldn’t have been attractive in the first place. “We were in the basement after having a movie night with the Party and Max and El. Everyone was arguing about what pizza they wanted to get and at some point you just gave up on arguing and leaned back on the couch with your head back.”
Mike blinks, unsure where this is going. He remembers what Will is talking about. It was about a week after Will and Eleven announced that they were going to be moving to California, so everyone was in a bit of a mood, Mike and Max worst of all. If Mike hadn’t already been in such a state he probably would have cared more about the pizza toppings, argued more instead of giving up. But what about any of this was getting Will hot and bothered in the first place?
There must be something on Mike’s face because Will makes a noise that tells Mike he knows that the fantasy came out of nowhere and was dumb. “I know , okay? I told you that you weren’t even doing anything! It was just… I don’t know. The way you were sitting there with your head thrown back made me think about, um. You know.”
Mike blinks once again, but this time, he finally understands what Will is trying to imply. Like hell he’s letting Will get away with not saying it outright. So, he leans his head back against the passenger side window, eyebrows raised expectantly. “Aren’t you supposed to be trying to seduce me right now? Your description is a little lack-luster for dirty talk.”
He watches, satisfied, as Will’s face goes a deeper red and his eyebrows furrow, eyes flashing with defiance from the challenge. “I thought about getting down on my knees and sucking your dick. And almost as soon as I thought about it I got hard which was so embarrassing that I sat there for, like, twenty minutes with a pillow in my lap.”
Mike’s breath catches in his throat and his dick gives an interested twitch where it’s confined in his jeans. Quickly, to regain some semblance of control, he sucks in a breath through his teeth and shifts in his seat so that he’s a bit more comfortable. He doesn’t even remember Will sitting with a pillow on his lap that night, nor anyone else bringing it up to make fun of him because all of the guys would know exactly what that meant. Mike is a little grateful for that now since he absolutely would have lost his mind that night if he knew Will got hard sitting not two feet away from him.
“After that I got a little fixated on the thought,” Will continues, not even stopping to give Mike time to recover. From the way Will is looking at him, he definitely knows that Mike is starting to get turned on, but Mike supposes that was the whole point of this conversation in the first place.
“On what? Sucking my dick?” Mike asks. Now that he thinks about it, that would make sense. Almost as soon as they started having sex, while Mike was still getting used to wrapping his hand around another dude’s dick, Will was eager to sink down on his knees and practice taking Mike down all the way to the hilt. Okay put an end to that train of thought right now, Wheeler.
“That was part of it, yeah,” Will shrugs in response, eyes flitting down to Mike’s lap and grinning smugly when he notices that his boyfriend is already hard enough to make a noticeable tent. “I’d thought about that before then, though. It was the couch, the basement, that I started thinking about a lot more. I wanted to suck you off there specifically.”
Mike’s eyebrows shoot straight up to his hairline. “Oh. Like a… potential of getting caught sort of thing?”
“Not really,” Will shakes his head, making a face at the thought. God, the last thing either of them truly wanted was to get caught doing anything like that by anyone in their families. “I don’t think I’m into that. Like I said, it’s because it’s the basement. It’s our space. I guess I wanted to… christen it?”
Mike has to suck in another breath, but this one had no chance of calming him down. He was fully hard now, pressing so tightly against the zipper of his jeans that it’s starting to hurt. Mike shifts in his seat again, trying to relieve some of the pressure in his pants. He really should put a stop to this now, tell Will that they should get going and go back to his house where they can actually do something about Mike (and Will’s?) hard-on. But, like the idiot he is, Mike opens his mouth once again. “Was the fantasy only about sucking me off?”
Will almost seems like he’s surprised by this question. Or, more likely, he’s surprised that Mike is asking him to keep talking instead of urging him to drive them back home. Regardless of his surprise, Will shakes his head to answer. “No. I guess it was at first when I was still living in Hawkins. But the longer I was away, the more space I had, the less guilty I felt for letting my fantasies get… bigger.”
“Oh fuck,” Mike breathes and then reaches out, forcing his hand over Will’s mouth to get him to shut up. “Stop talking. If you don’t start driving us home now I’m going to want to do something right here, right now.” Mike genuinely means it as a warning, a way to urge Will into action, but he didn’t account for Will’s eyes to go even darker. Dangerous. “Fuck,” Mike repeats, this time with more feeling, especially as Will takes Mike by the wrist to guide his hand low enough that he can take two of Mike’s long, slender feelings into his mouth.
Will’s eyes remain locked on Mike’s the entire time his tongue swirls around his fingers and as he pulls off slowly, dramatically, letting them go with a pop . “Why waste time driving all the way home when I can have you here and now?” he asks, and all rational thought that Mike might have met this with has long since passed to his dick. “No one’s around. No one is going to be around here – it’s not even a busy season for families to come around here.”
“Are you sure?” Mike asks anxiously, clinging onto the last remnants of self-control that he has left. He rips his eyes away from Will’s face, his lips that are now shiny with spit, to the windows. It is true that no one is around at all. It was unlikely that anyone would come to this spot anyway. It wasn’t in the main parking lot for the hiking trails or the popular picnic tables. They’re not even in an actual parking lot. They’re way off the main road, surrounded by nothing but dense forest.
“We don’t have to,” Will reminds Mike, and his eyes snap back over to his boyfriend’s. Will doesn’t look disappointed in any way. His eyes are a little clearer now, but the heat in them has not fully dissipated at all. If Mike really wants to leave then Will would bring them home without a second thought, without a hint of disappointment or frustration. But Mike almost feels like he’d be disappointed or frustrated. He wants to fool around here; he doesn’t want to drive all the way home to only do the same things that they have been.
So, decided, Mike chews his bottom lip and reaches for Will, placing a hand on the back of his neck to drag him in for a slow kiss. “No, let’s stay here. We left today so that you could fuck me and I am not going back home until you do.”
Even though Mike knows that Will wouldn’t have been disappointed by going home, Will can’t hide the excitement that settles in his expression right before sharply pulling Mike back against his lips. The kiss is instantly hotter and deeper than their previous ones from earlier, and Mike moans brokenly against Will’s lips, sliding the hand that was on the back of his neck to his hair, scratching and pulling. The groan Will lets out in response vibrates against Mike’s mouth, tingling and way too fucking hot to be fair.
Mike tries to press in closer, push their bodies together, but the center console gets in the way, digging into his ribs, more frustrating than painful. Mike pulls out of the kiss with a huff of “fuck this,” then starts to clamber over the center console so he can plop himself on Will’s lap. Lanky and uncoordinated as he is, when Mike begins lowering himself onto Will’s lap, he hits the car horn on the way down.
“Holy shit, Mike!” Will exclaims, reaching down and around Mike’s body so that he can scoot the chair back further to give them more room. “Tell me next time so I can move the seat back.” Will is laughing now, and Mike pouts even as Will’s hands drift to his hips and hike his shirt up to touch his skin.
“I was trying to be sexy,” he grumbles, which only causes Will to laugh harder. Despite the laughing, Will leans up to meet Mike in a kiss, laughing through it so Mike cups Will’s face to pinch his cheeks in an attempt to get Will to shut up and kiss him properly. The trick works, or maybe it’s Mike nipping at Will’s bottom lip that gets his boyfriend to shut up, but either way, the laughing trails off until the only sound in the car is their kissing and breathing.
Somewhere in the middle of their making out, Mike forgets that Will’s hands are on his hips until those very hands guide his hips forward until their groins are meeting in the middle. A shaky moan falls from both of them, and Mike has to pull away to tip his head back, one hand buried in Will’s hair and the other clutching at the shoulder of the driver’s seat. “Keep doing that,” Will gasps between them right before his hands migrate from Mike’s hips to travel further up his shirt.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Mike says breathily, rocking his hips in a steady rhythm while Will busies himself with running his hands over Mike’s chest, fingers brushing over his nipples in a way to be only teasing. A whine gets caught in Mike’s throat at the semi-frustrating sensations, hips rocking harder in retaliation until he hears Will choke on a garbled groan. “Stop being a dick,” Mike complains.
“I’m not being a dick,” Will shoots back just as he pinches one of Mike’s nipples, probably harsher than necessary, but it causes Mike to lurch forward with a high-pitched moan, dick twitching hard where it’s pressed tightly against Will’s hip. He knows that the moan Will lets out is more in response to the fact that he’s making Mike feel good than anything else. “Here, take this off.”
Mike follows Will’s instructions without a moment of hesitation, pausing the movement of his hips so he can focus on taking his shirt off without getting stuck in it like he did the second or third time they’d hooked up. As soon as it’s off, Will has his arms wrapped around Mike’s middle and pulls him in, back arched enough so that he has perfect access to Mike’s chest. He immediately buries both his hands back in Will’s hair, gripping and pulling as Will’s mouth makes it to his chest, tongue swirling around a nipple.
“Oh fuck ,” Mike hisses, head tipping back and eyes drifting shut, trying to push Will’s head even further into his chest. They found out early on that Mike’s nipples were especially sensitive, which he was thoroughly embarrassed about at first, but now? Mike can tell that embarrassment to fuck right off.
When Will switches over to the other nipple, it’s his teeth that find it first. Mike gasps and jerks at the sensation so hard that he yanks at Will’s hair rough enough for his boyfriend to hiss. “Sorry, sorry,” Mike apologizes, soothing with careful strokes, but Will pulls away not a moment later to shake his head, pupils blown so wide his eyes look black.
Will swallows hard, thick. Mike tracks the bob of Will’s Adam’s apple closely, teeth practically itching with the urge to sink them in and leave his mark. He doesn’t have much time to think about that train of thought before Will is speaking again, low and raspy and Mike damn near ascends right then and there. “Do that again.”
“Oh.”
Mike isn’t even given enough time for his brain to wrap around what just happened before Will’s mouth is back on one of his nipples. His fingers automatically tighten in Will’s hair, and his boyfriend doesn’t have to bite him again to prompt Mike to pull hard at the strands from the root once again. This time, it isn’t a hiss that escapes Will’s mouth, but a deep guttural groan that has Mike’s hips jolting forward to grind against Will.
“Kiss me, kiss me ,” Mike is pleading, pulling Will’s face up by his hair which gets his boyfriend to moan again. Will’s eyes are half-lidded, dazed, and Mike feels like he has all the power in the world at his fingertips as he pulls Will in for a kiss. It’s messy and hungry the way that they kiss now. It’s tongue and teeth, moans slipping out unbidden between them to be swallowed down, hips rolling, and nerves frayed at the edges.
Mike could spend an eternity there making out with Will in the front seat of his car, but Will has other plans when he pulls away, smacking Mike’s splayed thighs as he does so. “Get in the back for me, sweetheart? I wanna suck you off.”
“Shit, okay,” Mike agrees, licking his lips then raising himself up off Will’s lap. He doesn’t hit the horn this time when he moves, which is a miracle honestly, but his movement to the back seat isn’t graceful. He lands with his limbs in a tangle and Mike knows he doesn’t look seductive in any sense of the word as he tries to rearrange himself, but Will is still looking at him like he wants to swallow him whole. Mike may or may not whimper at the very thought of it while Will follows right after him to the back seat.
Neither of them wastes any time on getting Mike’s jeans off. They land in a heap somewhere in the front seat, but Mike is too preoccupied with Will making himself comfortable between his spread legs to give a shit about where his clothes are. What he does care about, though, is that Will is entirely too clothed now. Eyebrows scrunched, Mike reaches down and tugs at Will’s shirt collar with an agitated grumble. “Why am I the only one naked?”
“Because I like looking at you,” Will replies simply. That renders Mike speechless, but Will still sits up to get rid of his shirt. Mike has always had a thing for Will’s chest which only increased tenfold since whatever the fuck they were feeding him in California left Will filling out in ways Mike never expected. Will isn’t buff, necessarily, but his chest is broad and his fucking shoulders —Mike desperately wants to dig his nails into them until red, angry marks are left and no one can argue Will is taken.
Before Will gets the chance to scoot down and get to work at sucking him off, Mike reaches out himself, looping his fingers under Will’s belt to pull his hips in. There’s a sharp intake of breath, Will’s hands squeezing his thighs, and then Will’s voice is rumbling out from somewhere deep in his chest, “you have no fucking idea what you do to me.”
Hearing Will cuss is a rarity. It’s typically reserved only for high stress situations where Will is feeling emotionally charged. And, also, as Mike recently discovered, when Will is so turned on that he’s hanging on by a thread. There’s a lump in Mike’s throat again, wedged and preventing a whine from spilling out as Will grasps hard at his hips, yanking them up and into Will’s own. Their cocks meet, the denim of Will’s jeans rough and unforgiving against the thin fabric of Mike’s underwear, and Mike very nearly weeps from the delicious friction.
“More—Will, fuck please,” Mike begs, fingers scrambling and scratching along Will’s straining forearms. He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for at this point, but the way his boyfriend is staring down at him would cause Mike to beg for any and everything. Will moves Mike’s hips for him, rocking Mike up and into him the exact way Will is craving. Mike can’t do anything but lie there and take it; to let his body be used by Will for his own pleasure.
Above him, Will is red all the way down to his chest, hair falling into his forehead and sticking there from sweat. His dark eyebrows are drawn together in concentration, jaw slack with low, choking gasps that fall on Mike’s ears and melt his brain. When he watches Will suck his bottom lip between his own teeth, biting down and muffling a rumbling groan, Mike loses it. His fingers are still digging, scraping against the skin on Will’s forearms while his head and eyes roll back, hips spasming and a cry rising from his throat.
“It looks— oh my God it looks like you’re fucking me,” Mike practically sobs out a moment later, when his eyes are able to re-focus back on Will. His boyfriend makes a sound that reminds Mike of a growl right before Will’s strong hands are pinning his hips down against the car seats, keeping him immobile. Despite the sudden lack of friction, the show of power, the raw unadulterated masculinity, nearly causes Mike to cum right then and there.
Will is still hovering above him, panting, but his hands fly off Mike’s hips to make quick work of his belt and jeans. Those are stripped off, thrown in the direction that Mike’s clothes were also tossed, then Will is surrounding Mike completely. He’s on top of him, chests and stomachs and hips flush together, rocking together, mouths feral in the way they seek one another out. Mike’s own mouth lands where Will’s shoulder meets his neck, and he bites down hard until Will’s hips are straining and his moans turn broken.
“Mike— Mike ,” Will grits out between his teeth, then his hand is at the back of Mike’s head, pulling at his hair and forcing Mike’s face away from where it was buried. Moments later, Will’s mouth is on his again but to call it kissing would be respectful. It’s messy, primal, with claiming teeth and hisses passing between them. They continue like that until Will pushes Mike’s hips down again, ceasing all movement, and an honest to God sob wrenches itself out of Mike’s raw throat.
“Fuck me, fuck me ,” Mike is crying out, hips fighting against Will’s iron grip, but he can’t budge which only serves to turn him on more until his cock is weeping. “Will please, I can’t—I’m—” Will shushes him with another kiss, this one sweeter than the last, lasting until Mike’s heart slows to a steady pound in his chest instead of an overwhelming jackhammer. Still, after Will pulls away a cracked “ please ” still escapes from Mike.
“Hang on, sweetheart,” Will coos, one hand sliding away from Mike’s hip toward his center, curling fingers around his cock over his underwear. Mike jerks from the barely-there touch, but when the hand that is still on his hip squeezes in warning, he heaves a sigh and wills his body to settle back down into the seat beneath him. “Good boy,” Will praises immediately, which leaves Mike’s cock spurting more precum inside his underwear that already look soaked.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Will marvels, like he always does when Mike gets like this. It isn’t unusual for Mike to leak so much; he’s always been messy, and Will turns him on more than he thought possible, but for some reason, Will is always surprised by it. It’s like he still can’t believe that he’s the one who has this effect on Mike. Will drags Mike’s underwear down before he can make even more of a mess of them, though they’re beyond saving at this point, and tosses them to lay on the floor of the backseat.
“Are you still going to suck me?” Mike asks, a genuine question. He isn’t sure if Will has the patience for it now, even though Will loves doing it, he feels that they’re both far too pent up. It’s been months since they have been able to take their time, break each other apart so completely. He’s tempted to ask Will to get on with it, skip the oral and get straight to fingering Mike open for his cock. He almost does, but then he sees Will gulp again as if his mouth was watering. At this point, Will sucking his cock isn’t for Mike’s pleasure as much as it is Will’s. No way in hell was he going to withhold Will’s pleasure.
“Yeah,” Will confirms even though Mike truly didn’t need it given to him verbally. Will’s body language, his hard swallows and mouth unthinkingly gravitating closer to his dick was enough of an answer. Still, Will’s eyes flicker up to Mike’s face even as his fingers close around the base of Mike’s dick, stroking slowly slowlyslowly up until his thumb swipes through the precum at his tip. He takes in a sharp breath, thighs twitching, and Will asks, “is that okay?”
“’Course it’s okay,” Mike confirms. His hands finally move away from where they’d still been gripping Will’s arms to his face, cupping his cheeks and thumbs rubbing along the cheekbones right beneath the bags under Will’s eyes. “I don’t wanna cum like this, though, okay? I want to cum with you inside me.”
Will hums an affirmative, turning his head so he can kiss the inside of Mike’s right wrist. His eyes, which had been dark and ravenous before, are softer now and less like a starving man. Mike adores both sides of Will, but this one, where it is only them in their little world, loving and open and admiring, is his favorite. “I love you,” Mike whispers, only loud enough that Will can hear it because when it is said in this moment, soft and tender, it is meant for only Will’s ears.
Will smiles, soft in the way that only Mike ever gets to witness. Emotion bubbles up in the back of Mike’s throat, eyes burning at the corners from the overwhelming amount of love that he has for the boy in front of him. The love shared between them is the softest place Mike has ever known. “I love you too,” Will returns and then bends his neck down to kiss the dip of Mike’s hip.
Mike slides his hands up from Will’s cheeks then, knowing the moment of softness and adoration was over for now and would be returned to later after Will attempts to suck his soul out from his dick. Right when Mike gets his hands in Will’s hair, his boyfriend’s mouth is already surrounding him, warm and wet and yielding for Mike to do as he pleases. Mike’s head eases down onto the seat below him, his hair spread out around it, and eyes closing at the gentle pleasure. “So good,” he praises quietly, scratching blunt nails through Will’s hair until he feels him hum around his cock.
The desperation from minutes ago has been replaced with a softer pleasure, one that has Mike moaning sweetly instead of quite so brokenly. His hands and fingers are careful where they’re weaving through Will’s hair, not guiding his boyfriend’s movements but merely allowing Will to take what he wants.
There is a form of desperation in Will’s own movements from the bobbing of his head to the flick of his tongue and suction of his mouth around Mike’s cock. He’s moaning louder than Mike is now, his own hips rutting into the car seats for friction to keep his roaring desires at bay. He’d stay on Mike’s dick all day if he could, until his jaw couldn’t take it anymore, but there will be a time and place for that later down the line. For now, Will relishes in the taste of Mike inside his mouth, the weight of his cock pressing down on his tongue and pressure at the back of his throat.
When Will begins to whine, Mike opens his eyes to meet Will’s where he’s been peering up at him through his lashes since he first took his cock into his mouth. Electrified and emboldened by the eye contact, Will doubles his efforts until he has tears balancing on his waterline each time he takes Mike all the way. Mike gets louder, hips twitching restlessly and cock blurting precum steadily out onto Will’s waiting, eager tongue. “Baby,” Mike breathes, one hand trailing from Will’s hair to his lips so he can feel how wide his boyfriend’s mouth stretches around him.
Before Mike can tell Will to pull off, Will is taking Mike by the hand, moving it away from his mouth and to his neck, allowing Mike’s fingers to simply rest against the column of his throat. Mike is confused for only a moment before Will sinks back down again and he’s able to feel how his cock slides down Will’s throat beneath his fingertips. “Shit,” Mike hisses sharply and yanks Will up and off him with a sharp tug before he can cum.
The sound Will lets out is either from pleasure or disappointment, or both, but Mike doesn’t pay it any mind. Instead, he’s sitting up and bringing Will up to his level so he can kiss him. He can taste himself on Will’s lips, on his tongue as it brushes up against Mike’s and it’s hot, leaving Mike aching and wanting.
“I wasn’t done,” Will pouts into the kiss, stubbornly keeping his hand wrapped around Mike’s cock and stroking. Mike’s twitching in his hand and without a break from the friction he’s still on the verge of an orgasm, so he lets out another high-pitched whine while shoving Will’s hand away from him.
“Well, I nearly was ,” Mike huffs, scooting his hips back, away from Will so that he can get some distance. He knows that even if he cums right now he could get hard again within a few minutes, but Mike stubbornly refuses to cum before Will has his dick inside him. He can get off in Will’s mouth or hand any other time; this is a special occasion that Mike plans on savoring.
Unfortunately for Mike, his comment only serves to make Will look more smug as if he doesn’t already know perfectly well that he’s good with his mouth. “That fast? I barely even did anything.”
“Shut up!” Mike shrills, face going red. “It wasn’t even—it was because of you and the noises you were making,” he tries to defend. “And then you had to go and make me feel your throat when I—”
Will raises a singular eyebrow when Mike cuts himself off, refusing to finish his sentence. “When I deepthroat you?”
“Yes,” Mike hisses, and because Will just looks so fucking smug that it’s infuriating, Mike shoves Will backwards until his back is pressed up against the closed door behind him. The action is met with a confused noise, but Mike doesn’t meet it with a verbal response. Instead, he wastes no time in pushing Will’s boxers out of the way to get his mouth on him. The noise Will makes in response makes all of Mike’s effort worth it.
His hands immediately tangle through Mike’s curls, but that’s not where Mike wants them right now. Instead, he pulls the same dirty trick that Will did. He snatches one of Will’s wrists and pushes his hand down, letting his fingers just barely wrap around his throat. There isn’t any squeezing, his fingers simply remain rested there. Mike takes advantage of Will being stunned frozen by quickly taking Will’s cock all the way to the back of his throat, grateful for the umpteenth time that he has no gag reflex.
Will makes another strangled noise, fingers tightening ever so slightly around Mike’s throat to feel the way it expands when Mike takes his cock all the way down. Mike slides off him after he’s proven his point, and he intends to sit all the way up, but Will’s hand remains firm where it’s pressed on the back of his head, keeping him hovering over his cock. Mike looks up, questioning, and he’s met with a desperate expression on Will’s own face. “Can you keep going?” he requests.
Mike typically isn’t the one between them that is super into sucking dick, but with Will looking down at him like that, almost pleading, and fingers pressed against his throat so that he can feel Mike’s pulse flutter, he cannot refuse. He doesn’t want to refuse. Will looks so, so pretty right now and Mike is once again counting his lucky stars that Will belongs to him . “Yeah. You wanna fuck my mouth?”
“Fuck yes,” Will answers, eager hips already canting upwards so that the head of his cock bumps against Mike’s lips, smearing precum. He licks it away then opens his mouth invitingly, allowing Will to guide his cock through his lips, settling heavy and perfect on his tongue. “Mmh that’s it, sweetheart, just like that. Pinch my thigh if you need to breathe, okay?”
Mike moans around Will’s dick, rubbing over his thigh to communicate that he heard and understood him. With that confirmation between them, Will tightens his grip on Mike's hair and starts guiding his head down, down, down until his nose meets Will’s trimmed pubes. He holds Mike there for a few seconds, feeling his throat convulse with his cock and fingers. “ Shit that’s good ,” Will grunts, then pulls Mike up so only the tip of his dick is still inside his mouth.
Mike peers up at Will with tears in his eyes but goes against the pressure against the back of his head to let his dick fall from his mouth. “You can go harder,” he tells Will, his voice already wrecked and raspy. He clears his throat to rectify that. “I can take it. Do you want to cum like this?”
Will shakes his head and lets his hand fall away from Mike’s neck to push his hair out of his eyes. “No. Just a little bit more,” he answers, then guides Mike’s mouth back on him. His boyfriend goes willingly, eagerly, moaning when Will hits the back of his throat. Instead of sliding back up, Will’s hand keeps Mike there, fingers settled on the column of his throat, until Mike pinches his thigh so he can breathe.
Mike lifts his head, gasping for breath while wiping away the spit that slipped down his chin with the back of his hand. Will is gasping too, like he was the one who had been unable to breathe, but he’s got a hand gripping around the base of himself like he had been moments away from spilling down Mike’s throat. “That good?” Mike asks him, and Will replies with a strangled noise, glaring at him as if Mike merely speaking was making it hard for him to hold back.
“Shut up,” Will groans, finally moving his hand away from his dick, though his head is still tipped back against the window, chest heaving.
“Is it the throat thing?” Mike questions, reaching for Will’s limp hand to bring it to his neck again. Will glares again, but he doesn’t move his hand away, and instead, squeezes ever so slightly. It doesn’t cut Mike’s airway off in any way, but the thrill of it is still enough to cause his breath to hitch and his pulse quickens. Will’s cock twitches at the same time. Okay. Yup. Definitely the throat thing. “You want to choke me,” Mike says, and it’s not phrased like a question because it’s not one. He knows .
Will groans and drops his hand away. It’s not a sexy kind of groan though. It’s one that he makes when he’s embarrassed or ashamed by something that he wants. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even know that was a thing I was into until literally just now,” he sighs. “It isn’t something we ever have to try. I know that it’s weird.”
“It’s not weird,” Mike counters with a roll of his eyes. He receives an exasperated look in return, so Mike concedes. “Okay, maybe it’s a little weird. But it’s also hot! Like, stupidly hot.”
“You hate it when things are too tight around your neck,” Will points out, obviously still not buying what Mike is saying. “Considering how many times we’ve all been choked by Vecna and his creepy ass vines it’s no wonder. I don’t even know how I could still be into this after all that.”
“Alright, I’ll give you that one,” Mike relents. It’s not that he’s super into being choked to the point he genuinely can’t breathe or his face is going purple — that is not a fun thing and he knows that from first-hand experience. “I don’t think it’s the… choking itself,” he finally admits.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s the… power thing,” Mike finally gets out after a moment of doing nothing but sitting there and squirming under Will’s heavy gaze.
“The power thing?”
Mike very well might hit him.
“Yeah. Like— you could do whatever you want to me and I’d have to just take it.” Mike can feel that his face is flaming up all the way to the tips of his ears. He isn’t too worried about Will making fun of him, but he is, admittedly, worried that he’ll end up finding it super weird or not an attractive thought. After all, Mike is a guy so Will probably isn’t into him wanting to be so submissive, right? Mike isn’t sure he’d like it if the tables were turned; he’s way too into Will being strong and in control for that.
Despite Mike’s worries, Will doesn’t look like he isn’t into the idea. In fact, Will looks a little like his brain has completely given up on him. He’s staring at Mike with wide eyes, brows lifted nearly to his hairline and mouth gaping. More importantly, though, Mike is positive that he saw Will’s dick get even harder if that was even possible. “You would want me to do… whatever I want to you?” Will asks. It isn’t teasing or disgruntled, so Mike nods.
Will inhales deeply and nods himself. “Okay,” he replies, but his hands are fidgeting now like he’s unsure what to do with them and Mike automatically understands that Will is feeling out of his depth.
“Not right now!” Mike quickly interjects before Will can send himself into some kind of panic by placing expectations on himself that Mike doesn’t even have. “This isn’t even something we’d have to do at all, ever! I was just trying to tell you why a slight choking thing for you would be hot for me. And my kink is a lot weirder than yours.”
“No it’s not,” Will rejects. He’s reaching out now, guiding Mike into his personal space until Will can comfortably rest his hands on Mike’s hips again, rubbing little circles into the dip of them with his thumbs. “It’s not ,” Will insists when he’s met with a disbelieving stare. “It’s hot.”
“It’s hot ?” Mike asks, incredulous still. It isn’t that he believes that Will would ever lie to him, especially not about something like this, but it’s genuinely not something that makes sense in his own head. Mike typically doesn’t have the most submissive personality; he’s stubborn, argumentative, and rude a lot of the time. The only person he’s ever really soft with is Will which— oh. Maybe Will being into this makes more sense than he thought.
“Yeah. You aren’t like that with anyone else, you know?” Will says as if he was just able to read Mike’s mind. Which, truthfully, Mike wouldn’t put it past him being able to do. They used to be, and are , so connected that the Party sometimes jokes about them having telepathy with only each other. It’s embarrassing having other people point it out to them, but Mike secretly loves how much that shows they’re always on the same wavelength, always a team. “Knowing that you sometimes want me to be in charge and to do what I want is hot. It means you trust me.”
“Of course I trust you,” Mike answers because duh. He trusts Will with his everything; his heart, his body, his very soul. He knows that the sentiment is very much returned even though sometimes Mike is unable to wrap his head around why. After everything Mike put Will through since they were thirteen until Mike got his head out of his ass at fifteen he thinks it’s a miracle that Will didn’t cut him off. When their friendship first began mending together again all Mike could ask himself was how could Will not hate him? And then they got together, Will told him that he loves him, and Mike self-imploded at the knowledge that not only did Will not hate him, he was in love with him . Thirteen and fourteen-year-old Mike Wheeler better be counting his fucking blessings every single day.
Will’s eyes soften and crinkle at the corners in the way Mike loves as he smiles before pulling him in for a kiss. Mike falls into it with a sound that is weak to his own ears, but it makes Will rub into the dips of his hips more delicately even as his teeth sink into Mike’s bottom lip and pulls. “ Uhn, Will,” Mike mumbles while his lip is still caught, hips pressing forward and into his boyfriend’s hold, “fuck me?”
Will releases Mike’s lip, then soothes over the slight ache with his tongue which only results in Mike aching harder between his legs. He’s about to request again, to beg, but then Will is pushing Mike backwards until they’re returned to their previous position of Mike being pinned between Will’s body and the leather interior. Mike hardly gets the chance to breathe before Will is kissing him, slotting their bodies together so that their cocks meet with every smooth roll of hips.
“Oh,” Mike sighs out in pleasant surprise, perfectly content to spread his thighs further apart to comfortably accommodate Will's body between them. The slow, wet glide of friction has Mike tilting his head back, nails just barely scratching up the expanse of Will’s broad back. He presses his fingers more firmly into the skin of Will’s lower back so he can feel the flex of his muscles with every grind. Mike’s eyelids flutter as he moans, hiking his legs further up Will’s hips and he feels Will’s calloused, artist’s hand slide from the bend of the back of his knee, up his thigh, to the curve of his ass.
“ Yes ,” Mike hisses when Will’s fingertips brush over his hole, dry and applying just enough pressure for Mike’s toes to curl. Will’s fingers fall away mere moments later and Mike whines at the loss even though he knows nothing else can be done without lube. When his boyfriend’s body weight leaves him, Mike blinks his eyes open with a frown, close to pouting despite the separation being necessary.
While Will is retrieving the lube and condoms from the glove compartment, Mike brings a hand down to stroke himself as he admires the stretch of Will’s body before him. The slope of his shoulders, the slight shift of his muscles, the pale pink scratch marks that Mike left behind earlier when Will had been rutting into him like an animal. Neither of them get many opportunities to simply… enjoy the view. Mike doubts that there is much of him for Will to enjoy, but Mike longs for the freedom and privacy to be able to bask in the sight of his naked lover for the sake of doing so. Mike squeezes lightly around the head of his cock and smears the bead of precum that comes out down the length of himself just as Will twists back around, lube and a condom in hand.
“Having all the fun without me?” Will teases as he sets the necessities down on the floor of the car, then swats Mike’s hand away to replace it with his own.
“It’s your fault for being so handsome,” Mike retorts, swallowing back against the moan that tries to rise up from his chest when Will strokes his fist up around his cock then twists at the head. Mike allows Will to have some fun leisurely jerking him off while kissing the side of his neck, careful not to leave any visible marks behind. But after a couple minutes, he kicks the back of Will’s calf with his heel, “I thought you were going to fuck me.”
“I am,” Will rumbles into Mike’s ear, then takes the earlobe between his teeth and tugs. Mike inhales sharply, legs tensing and back arching until his cock presses up against Will’s stomach. “Am I not allowed to take a little bit of time? We finally have this time for ourselves. I’m not going to rush through it like we always have to.”
“This is hardly rushing,” Mike says with a roll of his eyes, watching when Will sits up and picks the lube up from where he left it on the floor. Mike’s insides clench with want when he hears the click of the lid opening like it’s a fucking Pavlovian response, then Will is coating his fingers in the liquid and Mike is damn near salivating.
He loves Will’s fingers. Between the two of them he’s genuinely unsure who has the biggest thing for the other’s hands, but Mike would like to say he has Will beat. He’s been obsessed with Will’s hands ever since they were kids; the obsession started off innocently, of course. At first it was simply because he was fascinated by how steady they were as he drew all of the masterpieces Mike has either hung up on his walls or tucked safely away in his binder reserved for Will’s art. Then, as they started getting older, Mike would watch Will draw with other fascinations in mind. He was certainly not disappointed with the way those very hands felt on his skin, in his hair, on his dick, in his mouth, or in his ass.
The first time Will fingered Mike was likely the closest thing that he’ll ever get to a religious experience. Mike was not often a crier in any capacity, let alone during sex, but he’d goddamn sobbed into his pillow the first time Will fucked him with his fingers. “ It feels that good, sweetheart ?” he remembers Will purring into his ear after he’d gotten over the initial panic of making Mike cry. “ God, look at you. If this is how you are with just my fingers I can’t wait to see you falling apart on my cock. ” It goes without saying that Mike blacked the fuck out when he came the hardest he’d ever had in his fucking life .
In a second, Will is back on top of Mike, returning them to the same position that they were in before Will had to grab the lube. He’s pressing kisses all over Mike’s face, possibly following his freckles that Mike knows he loves for whatever reason even though Mike thinks they’re ugly, and he giggles at the affection. “Are you going to keep being sappy or are you going to finger me at some point today?”
“I can do both, you know?” Will murmurs against the curve of Mike’s jaw, continuing to follow the trail of Mike’s freckles that extend down his neck and to his collarbones.
“Oh, rea lly ?” The retort is supposed to come out teasing, but it ends up as something between a gasp and a moan with no teasing to be found when Will slides his first finger inside him. Mike’s legs immediately fall open wider to provide Will with some more maneuverability and his hips shift up, tilting toward Will’s body to get that finger to sink in deeper. “Okay, maybe you can do both,” Mike laughs, the sound rattling out of him as Will crooks his finger.
Will only hums in response since he’s far too preoccupied with sucking marks into Mike’s collarbone, right next to a cluster of freckles. When he seems to be satisfied with the claim he’s left behind on Mike’s skin, he sits up so he’s able to concentrate on what he’s doing with his fingers instead of his mouth. Mike starts to lower his legs down so he can rest his calves on Will’s hips, but a free hand catches him by the left ankle before he can.
“Here, keep it up,” Will instructs, raising Mike’s left leg until his knee is bending and the jutting bone of the inside of his ankle is pressed against the side of Will’s chest. The shift in angle allows Will’s finger to ease deeper inside him, and when he crooks it again, the pad of it presses against Mike’s prostate. There’s a sharp gasp followed by an airy moan as Mike rocks down on that singular finger, flush high on his cheekbones once more. “That’s it, perfect,” Will praises and Mike moans again, looking blearily up at him.
Will continues massaging Mike’s prostate until his boyfriend’s back is arching off the leather, hips twitching and fingers digging into the meat of Will’s thighs. “More, more Will please ,” Mike requests prettily, trying fruitlessly to spread his legs wider even though the back of the seats won’t allow for further mobility. Mike sobs dryly and tosses his head in frustration, glaring at the seats and cursing the limited space that he and Will have to work with, but he’s swiftly shushed and soothed by a second finger sliding inside him.
“Oh yeah ,” Mike sighs with eyes rolling back. The stretch burns in a way that leaves Mike’s chest heaving, hips jolting like his body is unsure if it wants to run away from the pressure or lean into it. He leans into it, whining high in his throat, insides squeezing around Will’s thick fingers so he can really feel the way they fill him. “Your fucking fingers ,” Mike groans, like he’s insulted that they’re so damn perfect, and Will laughs even if it sounds choked as his cock jerks hard against the inside of Mike’s thigh.
“Yeah?” Will murmurs, one eyebrow raised and mouth ticked up in a smirk that Mike would kick him for if it wasn’t so goddamn attractive. “What about them?” Will goads just as he spreads his fingers apart, stretching Mike open, molding his insides to take exactly whatever Will gives him.
Mike’s body tries to twist to the side, garbled cry falling from his lips as his hips drop down, pressing hard into Will’s fingers until his insides spasm around them. He watches Will’s expression shift from smug to hungry in a matter of moments, a nearly muted “fuck” escaping him in response to Mike’s reaction. Maybe it really had been too long since they’ve been able to do even this much.
This hunger leaves Will rougher — it always does. His fingering turns relentless, stretching and curling and rubbing Mike’s prostate until all he’s able to do is lay there and take it, crying out until he’s positive his noises could be heard outside of the car. When a third finger is introduced, Mike’s eyes are watering and his moans are turning into sobs so rough that his throat throbs. His cock is leaking precum steadily over his stomach, smearing down into the slope of his hips each time his body coils in a desperate attempt to relieve itself from the constant onslaught of mind-numbing pleasure. Will lifts Mike’s leg up farther until he’s able to comfortably press open mouthed kisses to the inside of his thigh, teeth harsh and unforgiving where he stakes claim.
When tears begin to track down Mike’s cheeks is when Will chooses to drop his leg then lean in, forcing Mike’s trembling legs to wrap higher around his waist. Will kisses up the long expanse of Mike’s torso, starting from his stomach to the column of his throat, teeth scraping and tongue laving apologetically all the way. “Will— Will please, please please !” Mike is crying, choking on his own tears and pleasure, the muscles in his stomach spasming with every ruthless stroke of his stupid, perfect fingers.
“You know, you never answered my question,” Will remarks when his lips have reached Mike’s chin. The kiss left there is sweet compared to the assault being led by his fingers and to the mean intention Mike knows is hidden behind Will’s words. “What is it about them, hm? Is it that they’re able to reduce you to nothing more than a mindless slut before you’ve even had a cock inside you?”
That is new, but holy fuck if Mike isn’t into it. His eyes are beginning to go cross-eyed with the effort of keeping them open, focused on the handsome concentration on Will’s face. Everything is blurry with his tears and he’s able to taste the salt of them on his tongue each time he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth in a futile effort to muffle himself. Mike opens his mouth to answer, swallows against the dry ache in his throat, but nothing comes out aside from another pathetic sob so he nods his head instead.
“You can do better than that,” Will coos, then Mike can feel his fingers resting against the bare stretch of Mike’s throat. Before he even has the chance to squeeze, Mike’s breath seizes in his lungs and his hips buck down onto Will’s fingers. There’s the smallest hint of pressure wrapped around his throat, squeezing on the sides as Will says, “tell me, Mike. I wanna hear you say it.”
The growl in Will’s tone, low and husky and dangerous , has Mike’s eyes rolling into the back of his head. His entire body convulses with the force of the orgasm that sweeps through him, so sudden and unrelenting that Mike couldn’t have possibly warned Will fast enough. His back arches sharply off the sticky leather beneath him, shifting the angle just enough so that Will’s fingers are pressing unceasingly against his prostate. Cum splatters across his stomach as his hand claws at Will’s forearm, angry red lines left behind in his wake. “Yes, fuck yes !”
“Fuck, Mike, look at you,” Will groans while Mike is shaking apart on his fingers, squeezing so tightly around them that he can hardly move them to work his lover through his orgasm. “You’re such a good boy for me, cumming on nothing but my fingers,” he continues to croon against the hollow of Mike’s neck, where he’s replaced his hand with his mouth. The hand that was wrapped around Mike’s neck is now wrapped around himself, stroking his cock while Mike slowly starts to come down from his high.
When Mike finally slumps back down into the seats, Will slows his fingers down until they’re unmoving, merely remaining inside Mike to stuff his hole the way he knows his boyfriend likes right after he’s cum. He removes the hand he has wrapped around his cock as well before he can make himself cum though Will can’t help but rut against Mike’s trembling thigh to take the edge off.
“That was so hot, Mike, what the fuck,” Will huffs and begins peppering kisses all over the freckles on Mike’s face. The rest of his body is always too sensitive directly after an orgasm to pay direct attention to, but Will doesn’t mind showering his boyfriend’s beautiful face with affection instead. “I didn’t know that you could cum untouched like that. Are you okay? That looked intense.”
“I didn’t know I could either,” Mike croaks, finally blinking his eyes open hazily to peer up at Will through wet, sticky lashes. “That was a first for me.”
“Oh,” Will mumbles, cheeks going redder with some form of embarrassment and pleasure over the fact that he’s the first to ever cause such a reaction. “But you’re okay, right?”
“Mhm,” Mike reassures and turns his head so he can kiss Will’s wrist that is right beside his head where Will is supporting his body weight over Mike so he doesn’t crush him. “It felt— God it felt so good, Will. ‘M just a little out of it right now.” There’s a pause before Mike fixes his gaze back on Will’s face, eyes narrowed in the way that tells Will he’s about to get teased. “So calling me a slut really gets you going, does it?”
Will’s face goes cherry red, heat flooding all the way to the tips of his ears. “That’s— I don’t even know where that came from,” Will admits sheepishly, then clears his throat as if he’s trying to collect himself. “But you seemed into it. You came, like, right after,” he points out and it’s Mike’s turn to blush.
“It— Well, yeah,” Mike mumbles, turning his face away, unable to meet Will’s eyes out of embarrassment of enjoying something like that so much. Sure, Will was obviously into it too considering that he was the one who said it in the first place, but isn’t it weird for Mike to like being called a slut? He remembers Nancy telling him it was one of the meaner things someone could say to another person, namely girls, but either way it’s degrading. “Is that weird?”
Will’s brows furrow with thought, but ultimately shakes his head. “I don’t think so. Even if it is, I liked it too so it isn’t anything to be embarrassed about,” he reassures. When Mike turns back to face him again, Will lays himself down over his body so that he can kiss him in that slow, deep way that makes Mike’s skin tingle and toes curl. He can feel that Will is still rock hard, cock trapped between their bodies, and Will’s grinding into Mike’s hip with little stuttered thrusts like he can’t help himself anymore.
Mike’s breath catches in his throat at the knowledge that Will is beginning to reach his limit, unable to hold himself back from indulging in his own pleasure. He’s still overly sensitive after his orgasm but the thought of Will getting off before his cock has been inside Mike at all today makes him want to scream. They didn’t come all the way out here just for Mike to get off with Will’s fingers and for Will to get off by grinding up against him. They aren’t able to do the fingering thing all that often because Mike gets way too loud, but grinding is something they always do.
“Hey, aren’t you going to fuck me?” Mike asks against Will’s lips. The question has Will gasping, hips jerking and Mike can feel precum spill onto his skin. Will disconnects their lips and backs up, a conflicted look on his face that Mike would be able to read from a mile away.
“You just came,” Will reminds him, gesturing to the mess on Mike’s stomach that has now been smeared onto both of them after Will decided to lay on top of him. That’ll be gross later. “You get too sensitive after. It’s fine, I can take care of this and then take us back home.”
Mike’s mouth drops open, indignant noise pulling free from his throat as he picks himself up onto his elbows to glare at his boyfriend. “If you think that we’re going home before I’ve had your dick inside me then you’ve lost your mind. Now come over here and fuck me.”
“ Mike ,” Will groans, fingers tightening around where he’s been gripping at Mike’s thighs for the last several minutes. He’s still holding back, trying to maintain a clear head even though all he wants to do is force Mike’s legs over his shoulders and fuck him into the leather until he’s crying all over again. “It’ll be too much for you.”
“Why don’t you let me decide what’s too much for me?” Mike argues, then is pushing hard at Will’s chest to get the other boy to fall back against the seat like he was earlier when Mike was sucking him off. He doesn’t sink down to get his mouth around Will’s cock this time though. Instead, he sits up on his knees to plop himself right down in Will’s lap so that his dick is resting between Mike’s cheeks.
His hand rests against Will’s clavicle while he settles down contentedly in his lap then bends forward to kiss the beauty marks on the side of Will’s neck. He feels Will swallow thickly, cock twitching hard enough for Mike to be able to feel the head press up against his hole. When he moves away from Will’s neck to meet his eye, Mike’s more than satisfied to see the desperate look on his face. While he’s still got his boyfriend distracted, Mike lifts himself up onto his knees again, takes hold of Will’s dick by the base, then slowly begins to sink down onto it.
Mike’s efforts are met with a choked off grunt, fingers digging roughly into his hip bones until he’s sure that bruises are going to be left behind. Will’s head is thrown back against the headrest, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows, kiss-bruised lips parted with shallow gasps as Mike takes all of him until he’s bottomed out.
Mike really wanted to be smug about this when he got Will’s dick inside him finally, but all words completely failed him as soon as he sunk down on the first couple of inches. In his bravado he’s forgotten that they’ve really only done this part twice before and there's been a pretty wide gap between now and the last time they had full-on sex. The sound Mike makes when he’s got all of Will inside him is reminiscent of a dying man as his head falls forward to rest his forehead on Will’s shoulder. He’s forgotten how much more this is — more pressure, more friction, more of a stretch.
Will’s fingers inside him are intense in their own right with the pleasure being sharper, more targeted and narrow focused on getting Mike to cum by his prostate, not the fullness of having something inside of him. This, Will’s dick instead of his fingers, is a pleasure similar to a pulsing ache that leaves Mike squirming and gripping onto Will to stay grounded. It builds slow with Mike clenching down around him, Will’s cock reaching places his fingers can’t and provides a pressure felt everywhere all at once. It never fails to leave Mike feeling so full that he can practically feel Will in his throat.
So soon after an orgasm makes it even worse, more intense. The first couple of times that they did this the initial fullness felt nice , just on the cusp of pleasure like when Mike sometimes has a really nice stretch first thing after he wakes up in the morning. But, now, it’s straight into the pleasure that causes Mike’s hips to jump and rock back before he’s ready to move. “ Shit ,” he whimpers, blunt nails digging into Will’s skin, and his boyfriend is quick to steady his impatient hips with strong hands.
“You okay?” Will asks him, patient, even though the words come out breathy and Mike can feel how wound up he is with every pulse and twitch of his dick inside him. There’s a tension in Will’s hips he can feel from between where his thighs are squeezing, like it’s taking everything in him to keep himself still and not fuck up into Mike until he cums.
“Yeah,” Mike assures him with an innocent peck to Will’s pouted lips. He sounds out of breath too, thighs tense and heart racing with the animalistic instinctive need to move . His hips twitch forward again and, this time, it doesn’t feel like it’s too much so he gives Will another reassuring nod that he can lessen the grip he has on them. He isn’t doing much, hardly lifting up even an inch nor is he rocking down deep and hard, but Will’s eyes still flutter, rolling back ever so slightly with a moan that sounds more relieved than anything else. “You okay?” Mike asks.
The next sound Will makes is a snort as he opens his eyes, hands sliding down from Mike’s hips to his ass where he squeezes and forces their bodies closer together, changing the angle so he sinks deeper and Mike’s breath catches in his throat. “Obviously,” Will murmurs in a breath, then he connects his lips to his best friend’s shoulder biting down at the junction between it and his neck. Mike’s body jolts forward, the flash of pain being the thing to drive his hips down harder until they're moving together in a slow, filthy grind.
“Ugh fuck , Mike,” Will groans from deep in his chest. His hands are still on Mike’s ass, but he’s not guiding his movements anymore or shifting his body forward so that they’re pressed tighter together. Will’s thrusting up, meeting Mike’s hips roll for sensual roll, movements fluid and purely instinctual as if he’s chasing nothing more than his own pleasure. Mike is hard again, dick trapped from where they’re flush together, where the friction would feel frustrating if it wasn’t for Will’s cock being buried deep inside him and hitting all the right places. “Do you think— can you handle moving faster?”
Mike preens at the desperation that’s beginning to leak into Will’s tone; it sounds almost clipped, impatient, which isn’t a state that he gets to all too often. When Mike takes in the features of his face, a thrill runs down his spine that has his insides fluttering around the cock inside him. Will’s hands and jaw tighten, hips rough in the way they jump up into Mike. His eyes have gone completely dark, irises swallowed up by his pupils; his lips are kissed and bitten raw, even bleeding ever so slightly from where he’s been too harsh with them; his jaw is tight, twitching with the effort of his self-control. He looks like he wants to devour Mike. Mike very much wants to be devoured.
Mike begins to lift himself up until he’s halfway off Will’s cock, then drops himself back down much less gracefully than he would have preferred. His thighs are too shaky, still weak from the orgasm that Will wrung out of him minutes ago, so Mike huffs in frustration. He won’t be able to move the way he wants like this. “I can’t,” he says, “my legs are still too weak.”
Will makes a rough sound then is lifting Mike up himself, arms flexing with the effort. Mike half expects Will to pull him all the way off so he can get him on his back. Instead, Will plants his feet more firmly on the floor of the car, spreading his legs for leverage, then snaps his hips up hard . Mike yelps and his hands scramble to hold onto Will’s biceps, nails scraping his skin, but he isn’t given even a second to regain his bearings before Will is fucking up into him, falling into an easy rhythm.
Mike digs his knees harder into the seats to hold himself up so he’s able to fall forward, ass higher up in the air. “That’s it, babydoll, just like that,” Will rasps into his ear and Mike screws his eyes shut, entire body shuddering from Will’s voice, gravelly and low in his ear. His hands are at Will’s sides and chest now, grappling for purchase as Will’s teeth sink into the lobe of his ear, tugging. High pitched moans are punched out of Mike’s lungs with every rough thrust, his own dick bobbing uselessly between the both of them but he makes no move to touch himself. “You sound so pretty,” Will praises, still in his ear, rubbing Mike’s still-trembling thighs.
“Don’t… say that,” Mike complains weakly, embarrassed, then latches his mouth to the space just behind Will’s ear so suck a mark into the skin, visibility be damned.
“Why not? You don’t want to hear about how much I love the sounds you make?” Will asks. He’s teasing, but his voice is beginning to sound strained. “Because I do. You sound so goddamn gorgeous, I can’t believe I’m the one who gets to make you sound like this.” He’s starting to babble, movements stuttering and going sloppy like he’s already getting close, so Mike intentionally squeezes harder around his dick. He feels Will’s back arch off the seat and hears him make a sound like he choked on his own spit which Mike would laugh about if his brain wasn’t currently mush.
“Fuck, oh my God,” Will wheezes, hand landing on the back of Mike’s neck, right at the base of his skull, squeezing as his head rolls to the side until his cheek is pressed against Mike’s sweaty temple. “You feel so good, Mike. You’re swallowing me in,” he gasps into Mike’s completely red ear. As embarrassing as it is to hear, the flare of heat that Will’s words cause has him spasming and reaching down to fist his dripping cock.
Will’s hands find their way to Mike’s hips again a moment later, gripping hard and pulling with a growl until he’s completely bottomed out inside of his body once more. Will’s head flies back, mouth open with a silent cry as he spills inside Mike, hips twitching involuntarily. Mike’s own orgasm slams into him seconds later from the feeling of Will filling him up and he shakes with the force of it, cum making a mess on Will’s tightened abdomen.
Both go boneless after, sagging into the seats, holding each other while catching their breaths. Will shifts Mike up and off his softening cock then lowers him back down so he’s resting on top of his thighs instead. “Shit,” Will mutters a few moments later as Mike begins to pick himself up with his hands splayed over his chest for support. “That was—”
“Yeah,” Mike laughs, but it still comes out breathless, then wrinkles his nose when he feels Will’s cum beginning to leak out of him. “Damn. We forgot the condom,” he sighs, and Will’s gaze snaps over to the condom left behind on the other side of the backseat.
“Shit, sorry,” Will apologizes earnestly, wincing.
“What are you apologizing for?” Mike laughs again while he reaches down for his boxers that were thrown on the floor beneath them to start wiping them up. It wasn’t the most satisfactory clean-up job, but it would have to do until they were able to get back home for a shower. “I’m the one who jumped you. Besides, it felt… um. I mean, when you—”
Will’s eyebrows raise with both amusement and intrigue after Mike is unable to complete the thought he just had, but decides it’s best not to tease him about it right now. They both know that Will knows what Mike is getting at and that’s something they can easily revisit another time.
After Mike is finished cleaning them up as much as he possibly can, they start getting dressed, suddenly feeling a bit too exposed in the semi-public area. When they’re decent once more, in the front seats with the intention of returning home so they can cuddle in bed and watch a movie, Mike catches Will’s hand before he gets the chance to drive.
“Yes?” Will asks, curiously.
There’s a serious look on Mike’s face that makes Will feel a little uneasy, but all that his boyfriend says is, “we’re coming back here at least every other week.”
Will laughs so hard that he chokes and Mike pulls him in for a kiss to shut him the hell up.