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Will ran his hands through Mike’s hair, feeling its slightly coarse texture as he pulled Mike in closer. It was perfect, this was all perfect.
Mike’s lips were soft against Will’s, and as Will licked them, he could taste the strawberry chapstick on them. Oh, how many years had Will wanted to taste those lips, see if they tasted just how they smelled.
Mike moaned, and pushed Will against the bed, somehow he had pulled him so that he was above Will now.
Will could feel Mike’s hands on Will’s waist and running up and down his sides, like he couldn’t get enough of Will.
Will nipped at Mike’s lip prompting another moan. Will relished the sound, there was some kind of strange pride in being able to make Mike, the love of his life, moan like that.
Something is wrong, a small voice in Will’s mind said.
Will’s eyes opened, he still kissed Mike back, but a little more subdued than before. Mike began tracing kisses up and down Will’s neck leaving small marks that Will would definitely have to hide later.
He glanced around the room, everything seemed to be normal, he was in his bedroom. His old bedroom, with all the posters put back up. His DnD box in the corner of the room where he had dropped it once Mike had started kissing him. They had planned on working on a new campaign but then they got a little distracted by each other. Oh well, they could do that later. They had all the time in the world.
Something is wrong Will, the voice insisted. Will shut his eyes. The voice wasn’t making sense, nothing was wrong. This was everything Will had ever wanted, what was so wrong about that?
He focused on Mike who was making his way back up to Will’s lips. Will grinned, and pulled Mike back up, his hands buried in Mike’s hair.
Yes, this is everything you could ever want, another voice said. Will thought it sounded familiar but he couldn’t place where he had heard the voice before.
Will closed his eyes tighter and slid his tongue into Mike’s mouth, deepening the kiss.
Stay here, and you needn’t worry about anything else ever again.
NO! Bad! This is wrong! All WRONG!
Will shook his head, clearing his thoughts. Mike broke away from him panting slightly. “Not good?”
“No,” Will said, pecking Mike on the lips. “But we have to finish that campaign, remember?”
Mike grinned, “Oh yeah, kind of forgot about that.”
So they broke apart and moved to the floor where they began planning the rest of the campaign, their fingers interlocked the entire time.
No, nothing was wrong. How could anything this good be wrong? It must’ve just been Will’s anxiety playing tricks on him. Everything was perfect here, and Will intended to keep it that way.
Good William, good.