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Will lets out a stuttered gasp as Mike mouths at his neck on top of where his moles are, trailing the hand on his hip down to the strings of his jogging pants.
He can’t pinpoint how they ended up here. Ever since arriving back in Hawkins, Mike had managed to convince his mom to let the Byers stay at the their house while they figured out alternative housing (Hopper and El had ended up back in the cabin, away from the government’s prying eyes).
Jonathan and Will had started out in the basement, but that didn’t last long for either of them; Jonathan would eventually sneak upstairs to Nancy’s room during the night, careful to not be caught considering they were boy and girl and Omega and Alpha respectively.
Mike had continued prodding Will to come up to his room, drawing on times when he used to sleep over in Mike’s room all the time and that it’d get colder in the basement with winter soon, before Will gave in. Will didn’t have the heart to deny him anymore; their relationship wasn’t the same as it was before Lenora, but Will could tell that they were slowly getting somewhere back to normal.
Will had still tried to maintain some distance between them by using his old, yellow sleeping bag that the Wheeler’s still had. He loved Mike—and wow, wasn’t that a thing to admit to himself—but he needed to respect their new dynamics and not indulge himself; Mike was an Alpha now and still dating El, Will having aided him in sneaking out to see her even though the frequency had decreased and he was quiet on the topic of her recently.
Even with Will’s first few times using the sleeping bag, Mike had eventually convinced Will to share his bed with him, citing the lower temperatures as more of a reason for Will to be off the floor and under a comforter.
It had been severely awkward, Will facing the wall and curled into himself to try and limit contact with the other boy. It didn’t matter anyway, as every morning Will would wake up to find himself splayed across Mike’s chest, with Mike’s arm around his hips holding him in place. It was a struggle to extract himself—he wanted to soak in Mike’s warmth as much as possible and Mike, deep in sleep, would unconsciously tighten his grip—but Mike had always been clingy, seeking whatever he could to latch onto while he slept.
It was kind of endearing to know he hadn’t grown out of it, having done it all the time in elementary when Mike and Will had slept in one bed.
One thing led to another though, and here Will was months in to their Hawkins return, with Mike having randomly kissed him this night while they’d crawled into bed and Will returning it, leading to them getting hot and heavy. Will doesn’t know why it happened, but he found himself falling into it all too easily. (A small part of him feels sick at how easily he’d given into what he’s dreamed about for years.)
“Mike-,” Will tries to protest, rational thought finally invading his mind, making him pull back enough for Mike to let out a sigh.
“Come on, Will. You smell really good,” Mike pleads, looking up through his lashes at Will. Will feels his resolve crumble at what Nancy’s affectionately nicknamed his “puppy dog thing.” Will can’t deny that Mike doesn’t smell good either. The sharp scent of lemon combined with the smell of the oaks that surrounded the once standing Castle Byers he’s emitting sends a shiver up Will’s spine—it evokes safety and belonging.
“What-,” he begins, a million questions running through his head. What is this? What made you kiss me? Is this real?
“What about El?” Is what he settles on asking.
“Don’t- Don’t worry about it,” Mike brushes off, eager to continue. Alarms go off in Will’s head and his mouth opens to protest, but Mike surges up, covering Will’s mouth with his own.
Will’s thighs rub together, a whine leaving his throat as Mike’s hand comes up to hold the back of his neck, a thumb tracing over his scent gland. It feels nice having Mike hold him there, protecting his neck.
Will parts his mouth as Mike’s tongue darts over his lips, entering. Will barely pushes against Mike, letting him explore. His thumb continues its circling motions over his gland, and Will can feel himself relaxing more and more, pheromones releasing easily.
They’ve barely even done anything but kiss, but Will knows he’s fully turned on, his underwear dampening.
He lifts his arms up, laying them atop Mike’s shoulders as Mike leans him further back. He bends one hand upward, scratching his nails up Mike’s nape into his curls. Mike groans into Will’s mouth, fully pushing Will down into the bed.
Will’s legs splay open, allowing Mike to move into the space between them.
Will lets out a moan, not even sounding like himself as Mike grinds against him. The drag of Mike’s cock through their pants, against his folds, leaves him tingling. His knees hit Mike’s hips as he tries to close his legs, feeling overwhelmed by all the sensations.
“C’mon,” Mike murmurs against Will’s open mouth as Will pants, lowering a hand to Will’s thigh and pushing him back open. His hand draws back up, going under Will’s shirt. His hand splays across Will’s stomach and his cold fingers despite their activities sends goosebumps across Will’s skin.
Will grabs at Mike’s shirt collar, grasping for anything to ground himself as Mike dives back into another kiss. He feels lightheaded, losing himself in the taste of Mike: spearmint and a hint of cinnamon from the cinnamon rolls Karen had made as a special treat for dessert.
Mike’s hand continues in its path up, stopping underneath Will’s chest for a moment before moving up, running a finger over his nipple.
“Mike,” he moans, jolting up and whining as this time he’s the one who drags himself over Mike. He wants Mike’s cock directly on him, in him. He wants it all off.
“Take it off,” he babbles, tugging at Mike’s shirt.
“Okay, okay,” Mike huffs, laughter in his tone. He pulls away from Will, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and pulling it off. He shakes his head like a dog, curls bouncing back into place.
“Good?” Mike asks, leaning back down. Will slaps a hand against Mike’s mouth and leans up, eyes half-lidded.
“All of it.” Will watches Mike swallow, eyes following the motion of his throat. He nods, and Will moves his hand, propping himself up on his elbows as he watches Mike stand.
Mike unties his plaid bottoms and pulls them off, stumbling as he switches from one foot to another. Will grins, and Mike grins back as he kicks the pants off to the side.
Will lowers his eyes, watching Mike finally take off his boxers. His dick stands erect, pre-cum dripping from the tip. He sits back on the bed, awkwardness lacing his movements as he faces Will.
Will decides he’ll spare Mike from being the only one naked; he pulls his own long sleeve off, then lifts his hips to slip his pants and briefs off in one go. He drops them on the floor by the bed, and curls his legs up to cover himself.
“Hey, no fair,” Mike laughs, crawling over to Will and putting his hand on Will’s thigh.
Mike gently pushes, and Will goes along with it, moving one leg to let Mike see.
“You’re so pretty.” Will blushes. He glances back down at Mike’s cock. It’s bigger than his, and he can feel himself tighten at the thought of it in him.
Mike’s hand trails up, meeting the sensitive part where his inner thigh transitions to his pussy. He trembles at the feeling. His thumb moves closer and is careful as it settles onto the lip, pulling it.
“So fucking pretty,” Mike says as he takes it all in. His thumb moves further inward, nail catching on his folds. Will lets out a stuttered breath, his hand grabbing onto Mike’s wrist.
“Um-,” he says, trying to catch his trail of thought.
“I’m w-wet, but not enough for…,” Will trails off, face burning.
“Okay, hold on,” Mike flushes, scrambling to his nightstand. He opens the door and pulls a bottle of lube out, which causes Will’s brows to rise.
“Uh-,” Mike stutters when he sees Will’s face.
“Just keep going,” Will says. He doesn’t want to think about the fact Mike might’ve bought it for El. He shudders at the thought even entering his brain.
Mike uncaps the bottle, and squeezes a generous amount onto his fingers. He drops the bottle back in the drawer, then scoots back over to Will. His gaze is on the lube as he rubs his thumb against his index and middle, as if he’s getting used to the feel of it.
Will lays himself back down, keeping eye contact with Mike.
“Ready?” Mike questions, gazing back at Will.
Will nods, biting his lip.
Mike lowers his hand, Will scrunching his nose at the cold and foreign wetness as his index and middle slide down over his dick and towards his hole. Mike leans over and kisses the mole on his upper lip, distracting Will as he crooks his fingers, pushing in to his opening.
Will lets out a small grunt.
“Are you okay?” Mike asks, stopping.
“Mhm,” Will nods. “Just burns a little. Keep- keep going.”
Mike nods in return, resuming.
Will breathes in and out, feeling himself accommodating the stretch of Mike’s fingers in him.
Mike simply looks at him and Will nods again once he feels settled enough. Mike moves his fingers, curling them until he hits something.
“Oh!” Will breathes out, hands flying up and grabbing onto Mike’s shoulders.
“Yeah?” Mike grins. Will wants to wipe the stupid smirk off his face but can’t do anything as Mike hits that spot again.
“M-ike,” he says brokenly as Mike uncurls his fingers, scissoring them open as his thumb rubs against Will’s dick.
Mike continues in his ministrations, speeding up and slowing down at intervals. It’s driving Will crazy. He feels his stomach tighten as Mike hits both the spot and rubs Will’s cock in just the right way.
“Mike- Mike, I’m gonna cum,” he warns.
“Go ahead,” Mike says, speeding up.
All of a sudden, it feels like he has to pee as the pressure builds.
“Mike,” Will cries, muffled as Mike captures Will’s lips with his own. His legs clamp together, capturing Mike’s arm and keeping his fingers in him as he orgasms. His nails dig into Mike’s shoulders and he feels slick fluid squirt out of him. It’s thankfully not a lot, but it still leaves a puddle under Will and coats some of Mike’s hand.
“Fuck- Sorry, I didn’t-,” Will stammers.
“Holy shit,” is all Mike says, eyes wide. Will thinks his whole body is red from how embarrassed he feels.
“Sorry-,” he stammers again.
“Why are you apologizing?” Mike asks, incredulous. “That was… That was hot, Will.”
“Oh,” Will says. He and Mike stare at each other before Will breaks out into giggles.
“What?” Mike asks. Will only shakes his head, giggles still wracking him. His best friend who he’s been crushing on since forever just made him come.
“What?” Mike demands again, a grin breaking out onto his face.
“N-nothing,” Will giggles, reaching a hand up to grab the back of Mike’s neck, pulling him down to give him a peck on the lips.
Mike jerks back slightly, and Will’s grin fades. He thinks about it. The whole time, they’ve only actually kissed with tongue. Isn’t that more exposing than just a peck on the lips? He stares at Mike, but can’t read anything from his face.
“My arm is gonna go numb,” he teases and Will lets out a sound, realizing he still has Mike’s arm locked in place. He opens his legs, and hisses softly as Mike pulls his fingers out.
“Sorry,” Will apologizes again, seeing Mike’s fingers coated in slick and lube. He glances around to try and find if there’s a tissue box, then feels his mouth drop open as Mike sticks his fingers in his mouth.
“Mike!” He exclaims, sitting up and trying to grab the other.
“What?” Mike says after he pulls his fingers out of his mouth, a pop accentuating the action.
“That’s- That’s gross!”
“Nah,” Mike shrugs. “You taste good.”
“Oh my god, shut up,” Will almost shouts, slapping his hands over his mouth.
Mike only laughs at him and Will shoves at his shoulder.
He chances a glance down and still sees Mike hard.
“Did you even come?” Will asks, concerned.
“No, but it’s fine.”
“No, it’s not,” Will argues. “Put it in me.”
There’s a pregnant pause as Will realizes what he just demanded.
“Oh my god,” he repeats. “Sorry, I don’t know why I said that.”
“Um- Let me grab a condom?” Mike snorts.
Mike shifts, leaning over to his bedside drawer, still open. Will finds his legs drawing together, like he’s waking back up to try and have some decency.
He watches as Mike gropes around in his bedside drawer, his brows furrowing as he sifts through the mess of items in there. Slight concern forms on his face.
“Shit, I don’t have any.”
Will hesitates. His mom had always drilled into him to use protection, always saying, “I love Jonathan, but I had him way too young. Don’t do the same as me.” He’s on birth control though, and not in heat. To be fair, he’s only had what they deem warm heats, but he’s not due for a heat heat until his 17th according to the doctors, and it doesn’t seem likely with the whole debacle regarding Vecna; he doesn’t think his body will find it safe enough to do something like that if they’re still battling by then.
“I’m, uh, on birth control,” he offers.
Mike’s attention snaps to him, his eyes almost pinning Will in place.
“Are you sure? You know Mrs. Davis said that isn’t always foolproof.”
“Yeah, but… I’m not in heat either. And not supposed to be any time soon. And… you’re not in rut.”
Mike sits for a second, taking it in.
“Okay. If you’re sure.”
“Yeah, I’m- I’m sure, Mike.”
Mike eyes the lube again, reaching for it and dropping a glob in his hand. He throws it back into the drawer before maneuvering over to Will.
Mike stares at him as Will lays back, pulling a pillow down to put under his hips, hoping it’ll help elevate him better for the other boy. He bends his knees, feet flat, and parts his legs for Mike.
He’ll admit, he’s nervous. Having a cock in him is different from his or Mike’s fingers.
“Are you sure?” Mike asks again, voice low. His hand moves down, stroking his dick which seems to weep with pre-cum. He covers it with the lube, but his mouth parts as he breathes in and out as he stimulates himself.
“Yes,” Will says, impatience getting to him, parting his legs wider.
Mike moves closer, guiding himself with one hand as the other spreads Will open.
There’s a slight burn as Mike pushes his dick in, but not horrible as Will still feels slightly stretched from his fingers. It’s not the same length, or girth, as what his fingers are, but it helps.
Mike lets out a short moan as he bottoms out. Will squirms, feeling full.
“You’re so warm,” Mike sighs, pleasure visible on his face. The dark brown Will loves is barely visible, his pupils blown wide. He sits for a moment, allowing Will to adjust to the size of Mike.
“Go,” Will murmurs after some time passes and he feels comfortable enough.
Mike is careful as he pulls back, before snapping his hips forward.
“Ohh,” Will keens, as the fullness hits him again. Mike pulls out and pushes back in a couple more times before deciding to reposition Will. He lifts one of Will’s legs, draping it over his shoulder and a punched out gasp leaves Will as Mike seems to hit deeper into him.
Mike leans into him, hands stabilizing himself on the bed as the sound of hips meeting flesh resound throughout the room, mingling with Mike and Will’s wordless noises.
Mike quickens his pace, panting as Will answers him in cut-off moans. Will watches a bead of sweat trail down Mike’s forehead, down the curve of his cheekbone. He wants to lick it off him.
Mike’s bed creaks as his pace continues to pick up. He reaches a hand down between them, and brushes against Will’s own dick that’s hardened again.
“Miiike,” Will whines, squirming.
“Come on, I know you can do what you did earlier again,” Mike smirks. Will wants to snap at him, but his mind goes blank as Mike hits the right spot again and rubs with just the right motion.
Will feels the urge to pee hit, like earlier, and knows what’s about to happen.
He moans Mike’s name, kicking his heel against Mike’s shoulder and clenching his fists in the sheets as his body tenses. He feels himself squirt, just like before.
Mike groans, catching himself with his hands as he almost collapses onto Will. Will’s thigh muscle trembles minutely as it’s stretched, his knee almost pressing into his chest as Mike pushes down onto it.
A warmth floods into Will and he feels his walls flutter, Mike panting as his hips stutter. He drops his head, breathing heavily as he continues to come inside Will.
Will knows he should tell Mike to pull out, but it feels good.
“Holy shit,” Mike grunts after a few seconds, pushing himself up enough to let Will’s leg slide off his shoulder and back to its rightful position.
Mike pulls out carefully, both of them letting out a noise at the overstimulation. Mike then flops to lay down beside Will, throwing an arm over his eyes as he tries to catch his breath.
Will turns his head, breathing just as deep. His eyes trace Mike’s throat, the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he breathes and swallows.
As he lays there, he feels the sweat on his body begin to cool and his thighs starting to stick, Mike’s cum oozing out of him along with his own.
“I’m gonna go clean up first?” He says, breaking the peaceful silence that’s settled over them.
“Go ahead.”
Will slides out of the bed, tired but satiated. He could giggle at how floaty he feels, but makes sure to keep quiet. Somehow they were lucky enough to not wake anyone up during their escapade.
He gathers up the clothes laying on the floor, slipping on his underwear (which is a bit ugh, he’ll have to put a new pair on when he gets back now that it’s just cold and damp), his own pants, then smiling to himself as he slips on Mike’s shirt.
He quietly pads over to the door, ready to exit to the bathroom when Mike speaks up.
“Hey, Will?”
“Yeah?” He asks, turning back to look at him. He tries to keep his face blank, but knows he must look a mess and kinda blissed out.
“I just wanted to say, ‘Thanks.’ That was- That was really good.”
“Yeah?” Will replies. Oh god, he must sound so down bad; he can even hear it himself with how breathless it came out.
“Yeah,” Mike says, a comforting smile pointed Will’s way as he props his head up on a fist. He’s so beautiful in the way he smiles, the way his curls frame his angular face despite being plastered with sweat to his forehead and neck. Will’s fingers itch to put pencil to paper, to save this moment forever.
“I also wanna say, um… It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
“Oh.”
“You know, we can keep it between us. A one time thing? Nobody has to know,” Mike stutters, smile wobbling at the edges even as Will feels his heart drop into his stomach.
“Okay… Yeah,” Will replies quietly, fingers trembling against the knob. He’s so stupid. Of course. Just because Mike has been giving him more attention since they’ve gotten back from California doesn’t mean anything; just because Mike convinced him to stay in his room doesn’t mean anything; just because Mike kissed him first, just because, just because.
“I’ll, um. I’ll be quick.”
Will escapes from the room, shutting the door behind him. The click of it behind him punctuates the finality that settles over Will as he makes his way to the bathroom.
He shuffles into the bathroom and flicks the light on, locking the door behind him. He sees himself in the mirror—hair in disarray, curling slightly from the heat that had emanated off the two of them, his lips red and swollen from the exchanged kisses, the tears that threaten to fall. It doesn’t have to mean anything.
“You’re so stupid,” he whimpers. He lets out a stuttered sob, slapping a hand over his mouth. He can feel the tears roll down his cheeks. He hates being so fucking sensitive. What is wrong with him?
Will thought what? The shared glances and the seemingly stolen touches were signs that Mike loved him? The sweet nothings he whispered were nothing. He has a girlfriend, for Christ’s sake—and fuck, remembering that makes him want to curl up and disappear.
How could he do this to El? He should’ve stopped Mike when the alarms first went off in his head. The time she gets with Mike is few and in between due to Hopper and his mom being so protective of her, especially with the government setting up camp in Hawkins. When they finally get to hang out, she’s bursting with excitement; it gives her a sense of normalcy.
How could Will do this? Especially after all the times he’s helped Mike see her and lent both Mike and El a listening ear when they’ve gone through spats, supporting them and pushing them back together. He’d just done that only two months ago, and now look at him: fulfilling the stereotype of an Omega homewrecking fag.
His fingers clench on the cold porcelain from where he’s begun to steady himself. He breathes in. He doesn’t know how long he’s been in the bathroom now, but he needs to clean up and head back. There’s no point in worrying Mike.
Will turns the faucet on and splashes cold water on his face, washing the sweat and tears away. He feels hot, and splashes another handful of cold water on his face. It must be from the exertion of what they just did and now the guilt eating him alive.
He strips down carefully, scrunching his nose at the cum that’s dripped onto his thighs. Even though he’s on birth control, he should’ve said no, made Mike use a condom, told him to pull out—but it’s not like he was fully complaining. It was… enjoyable, and it’s not as if he’ll get pregnant anyway.
He gingerly wads up some toilet paper, gently cleaning between his folds and trying to clean out any cum left inside. Will decides he’ll just have to try to take a shower in the morning to be fully clean. He pulls his underwear and pants back up, throwing the toilet paper into the toilet and flushing the evidence away.
If Mike does ask about what took so long, he’ll just lie and say he had to clean down there thoroughly, which isn’t really a lie. Even though he was enthusiastic earlier with Will, Mike is usually reserved about anatomy, especially Omegas’; he had blushed a lot when Mrs. Davis had gone to great lengths explaining sexual reproduction and the corresponding anatomy for each dynamic in Sex Ed. He remembers the way Dustin and Lucas had teased Mike afterwards, with Mike protesting that he really didn’t want to know what went on down there.
Will takes one last look in the mirror and steels himself, then heads back to Mike’s room.
Mike lifts his head from where he’s apparently been sitting in silence. He’d put his pajama pants back on but seems to be forgoing a top. Will glances down at the shirt he claimed from Mike, but decides against taking it off. He’ll give it back to him tomorrow.
“You can go ahead,” Will says and Mike nods, standing up and passing Will by, giving him a wide berth. Will shuts his eyes, breathing shakily.
“Get over it,” he mutters to himself, opening his eyes again. He hesitates as he takes in the scene before him: the mess of Mike’s bed, his sheets and blanket askew, the smell of their scents intertwined and sex in the air. He pads over to Mike’s window and cracks it open enough to allow it to air out. He shivers at the burst of cold air, stepping away.
Will knows it’d be kind of him to help Mike change his sheets, but he feels physically and emotionally drained. It’s a bit funny how fast his mood spiraled, and something he should reflect on concerning his dependence on Mike. Maybe later though, when he doesn’t feel like an open wound scrubbed raw.
He looks at the sleeping bag where it’s laid out on the floor, unused except for the beginning of the nights where Mike and Will pretend that’s where he’s sleeping. He decides he may as well rip the bandaid the rest of the way off and makes his way over to Mike’s bed, grabbing his pillow.
He heads back over to the bag and climbs into it, placing his pillow down and pulling the blankets laid over top of it to cover himself. He burrows part of his face into the pillow, willing himself not to cry again.
Will hears the knob turn, Mike pushing the door open and pausing.
“Will?” Mike prods, brows furrowed as he takes in the scene.
“I think I’ll lay down here tonight,” Will answers, letting out a tired laugh. “I’m kinda hot, need a little space, y’know.”
Truthfully, Will does feel hot, but it’s most likely—again—from the shame and embarrassment that’s been coursing through him since coming back to the bedroom.
Mike simply stares at him for a few more seconds.
“Okay… But you know you can come up any time, alright?”
“Yeah. Thanks, Mike.”
Mike seems to concede, continuing in his path to his bed. He stops at his closet, pulling out a shirt and putting it on, then fresh bedsheets. He drops them on his desk, focusing on his bed as he pulls his comforter off and strips the bed of its sheets.
“Remind me to put this in the wash tomorrow before anyone sees,” Mike says, eyes lingering on the large wet spot where Will came. He feels his neck burn in embarrassment.
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay, dude.” Mike drops the bundle of dirty sheets in the corner, grabbing the new ones and putting them on.
Will averts his gaze, laying down to fully settle in to the mess of his sleeping bag and blankets. He turns away, his back facing Mike as he listens to the soft noises of him making his bed, then the creak of him climbing back into it.
“Goodnight,” Mike whispers.
“‘Night.”
Will doesn’t think he’ll fall asleep anytime soon, and stares at the blue walls illuminated by the dim glow of the bedside lamp. At least he’ll have his thoughts to keep him company.
The morning greets Will with heat clouding his mind, everything aching. He doesn’t know what time it is, but it’s not like it matters as everything feels like it’s moving through molasses.
He lets out a whine, shaking as he curls further into himself at pinpricks of pain that roll through his stomach.
“Will…?” Alpha.
“Oh, shit.”
Will lets out a louder whine. He can smell his Alpha-, no, not his Alpha- Mike. He can smell Mike and he clenches down on nothing, something slick coating his inner thighs at the action. He can help—Will knows he can.
He hears Mike stumble out of bed, a hiss as he collides with something.
Mike clumsily skirts around where Will’s laying and drops to his knees. He presses the back of his hand against Will’s hand, and Will lets out a loud sigh of relief at the cold against his forehead, leaning into it. They’ve always complained about Mike somehow running cold, especially when he would stick his fingers against the back of their necks, but now it’s a balm against the fire raging under Will’s skin.
“Fuck, you’re burning up.” Mike tries to pull his hand away but Will’s own shoots out from beneath the blankets atop him, weakly grabbing Mike’s wrist.
“Mike,” he cries, vision blurry as he tries to keep hold on the other boy’s arm.
“Shit- I’m sorry, hold on. I’m gonna get my mom, okay? She’ll help.”
“Mike,” Will cries loudly, almost a wail as Mike successfully releases himself from Will’s grip. Nothing is getting through to him except the want for his Alpha—for Mike. He needs him.
“Will- I’ll be back, okay? I need to go get mom, baby.”
Full body shivers wrack Will as he squeezes his eyes closed, barely hearing Mike clumsily stand and run out of the room. It feels like his brain is melting out of his ears.
“Mom!” He hears Mike yell, steps thudding down the stairs.
Time feels elastic before he pries his eyes open at another hand against his forehead. He sees a blur of blonde that focuses into the image of Mrs. Wheeler kneeling beside him.
“Hi, sweetheart,” she says softly. “Mike told me what’s happening.”
A low whine rises out of him at Mike’s name.
“You’re in heat, honey. This isn’t your first, is it?” It takes a second to register what Mrs. Wheeler is asking, and he weakly shakes his head. It’s not his first, but it’s the first time he’s felt like this. Yeah, he’s warm throughout the ones he’s had, pain usually accompanying it, but now he feels empty and wet.
“Okay, well, I think this is your first sexual heat, okay?” Mrs. Wheeler explains. “I’m going to call your mom and let her know, but I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.”
He catches a scent, and his eyes flit to the doorway where Mike’s appeared. ‘Alpha, Alpha, Alpha,’ is all his brain seems to repeat. His arms tremble as he attempts to get up and get himself to his Alpha.
“Will, hey- Stay laying down, sweetie,” Mrs. Wheeler tries to say, hands flitting to Will’s shoulders.
“Mike,” he calls out, mind emptying of any logical thought.
“Michael,” Mrs. Wheeler hisses, a threat lacing the sound as she snaps to look at him. Mike seems to freeze for a second before turning on his heel and rushing away from the room.
“Mike,” Will wails, Mrs. Wheeler carefully settling Will back down into the pitiful nest he’d made.
“Shh, it’s okay, Will,” she murmurs, running a hand through his damp hair. Even though it’s not his Alpha, it’s another Omega his mind recognizes and trusts, and it’s enough to soothe some part of him.
“This’ll be over soon, it’s okay, sweetheart.”