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“Ughhh,” Will throws his hand over his eyes. He doesn’t even know how long they’ve been in the basement pouring over their textbooks for the final exams that start next week. Somehow by the grace of god the Wheelers are out of town this weekend. Mike said they were visiting grandparents or something and he was allowed to stay because of the upcoming exams. This had given them plenty of opportunities to study uninterrupted, it had been almost perfect.
The problem is that Will has been feeling so stressed out that sometimes it feels like he can’t fucking breathe. He’s tried everything, drawing, tv, video games, he’s even started running for god's sake. But this tension in his chest won’t ease, everything is adding up the stress of the end of their senior year paired with all the planning of going off to college, not to mention that Mike fucking Wheeler wants to be his roommate. The room feels like it’s spinning.
He’s not really sure how he’s supposed to deal with the whole moving on thing, when the object of his every desire and obsession is going to be sleeping three feet away from him next year. He’s been trying not to think about it, trying not to think about how difficult his exams are, how hard it’s going to be to leave his best friends.
Will knows that his friends can tell he’s stressed out. Almost all of them have tried to offer solutions to his ongoing problem. El and Max have suggested on multiple occasions forms of “stress relief.” Will's been invited to watch chick flicks and read teen magazines with them on multiple occasions. It’s not that he doesn’t like it, it’s just not gratifying for him, it’s certainly not helping him let go at all. He gets too caught up sometimes and all he can hear in his head is Lonnie’s fucking voice telling him he’s a fairy.
Max and El are out doing god knows what, so it’s just him, Lucas, Dustin and Mike. And Will knows he’s getting on their last nerves with his constant fidgeting and groaning but he doesn’t know what else to do. It feels like he has ants running around under his skin. He’s told them about his dilemma, told them all the ways he’s tried to remedy it, but nothing is working.
Dustin's voice cuts through his haze, “Have you tried rubbing one out?” All over again Will feels like his insides are being exposed.
“Dont be gross,” Will snaps.
He looks up, knows his cheeks are red and somehow the first person he makes eye contact with is Mike. Mike looks like he was caught just as off guard as Will was by Dustin’s question, his cheeks flushed and eyes trained on Will. Again with the fucking staring. It’s like ever since Mike had told Will that they would be rooming together, because let's be honest he did tell him rather than ask, Will feels Mike’s eyes on him constantly. It was a lot before, but now that his secret is out, it’s fucking stifling.
“Seriously,” Lucas chimes in, “have you tried? I know when I get stressed out it's always a good form of release…” He trails off with a snort, realizing that his wording may not have been the best.
“Fuck off,” Will buries his face in his hands, mortified.
“Have you?” Mike's voice is much softer. His eyes gently trailing Will's frame, sending shivers down his spine.
Will thinks about it, the way he has tried, over and over again and just can’t. He wonders if he should keep it to himself. Lie to his friends and tell them that yes, he’s just like any other teenage boy and is able to just “rub one out” like it’s no big deal. But he knows that it wouldn’t be the right thing to do, if anything, Mike would know he’s lying. He can say this here, they’re his friends, they know about him. Fuck maybe they can even in some fucked up way help him figure this out.
“Uh… yeah I’ve definitely tried. I just can't, I guess.” He supplies, knowing that his words offer no clarity whatsoever.
“You can’t?” Lucas asks.
Will shakes his head. It's so embarrassing, his body can’t even complete one of its most basic functions and it feels like it’s all his fucking fault.
Will looks down at his shoes, “Everytime I try, all I can think about is the shit he put in my head.” Things Vecna had made him see, his family telling him they hated him for what he was. El feeling so betrayed that she couldn’t even look at him. His friends laughing at him. But mostly Mike, Mike beating the fuck out of him, calling him a queer or a fag, telling him that he’s disgusting. “It just felt really real.”
He looks down at the floor in shame. Tears welling in his eyes, the same feeling he got every time he’d tried to get off in the last year rushing through him.
“It’s not like I could really do it before either. I would get so in my head and feel so guilty about the stuff I thought about that it would make me sick rather than… into it.” He feels the first of his tears fall. Fuck, he’d gotten way too personal and now his friends would again have a stark reminder of just how different Will really was.
Weight shifts next to him on the couch and before he even has time to collect himself and wipe away his tears he feels arms wrapping around him.
Dustin’s grip tightens, “There is nothing wrong with you Will. That nasty motherfucker put lies in your head.” One night after everything was over, they had gathered in a circle and Will was finally able to describe the visions that Vecna had given him. His friends like always had been wonderful.They’d wrapped him in tight hugs and told him they loved him, reminded him that it wasn’t real, just something meant to break Will. “We love you, and genuinely who fucking cares what it takes for you to get off, that’s not anyone else’s business.” Dustin reiterates, “There is nothing wrong with you.”
Will feels his shoulders shake with relief. It’s easy to forget sometimes that he has people. He feels Lucas’ hand land on his shoulder, further grounding him in the reality that his friends love him.
“Thank you,” he manages to choke out.
It’s not so awkward after that, Will feels a little lighter, no less wound up though. After a while Dustin yawns and stretches his arms dramatically above his head. “I’m gonna get out of here,” he says, pushing his books into his bag. Lucas follows suit and Will guesses that he should probably do the same.
As they start shuffling their way to the door, Mike grabs him by the wrist. Without looking at Will he wishes Dustin and Lucas a good night and says something to them about talking over a new campaign and not wanting to keep them.
Dustin raises a skeptical eyebrow, while Lucas just laughs like Mike’s said one of the dumbest things he’s ever heard. They both clap Will on the shoulder and make their way toward their bikes. To the best of Will's knowledge Mike has had their final campaign planned for months, but he shrugs and follows Mike up to his room.
Mike is being weird, there’s really no other way to put it. He’s twiddling his thumbs and refusing to look at Will. He wonders if Mike didn’t actually have a campaign to talk about, if maybe he needed to talk to Will about something else.
“Is everything okay?” Will asks.
Mike nods then seems to catch himself and shakes his head, “Honestly, no. I wanted to talk to you about what you said downstairs.”
And suddenly Will feels like he’s in freefall. Lucas and Dustin had comforted him, but Mike had sat in his seat and not said anything pretty much for the remainder of the evening. Now that Will thinks about it he recalls Mike’s pinched brow, his look of concern or maybe even annoyance. Maybe it hadn’t been directed at Will but there was no way he wasn’t the cause of it. Fuck, Will had creeped Mike out. Mike knew, probably knew that the only way Will had ever been able to get off before was to picture his best friend and now… Just, fuck.
“Oh, sure,” Will swallowed. “I really wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable. I’m sorry, I should have thought more about it before sharing that stuff.”
And for a second Will is terrified, because Mike looks pissed.
“Will,” he huffs angrily. “You’re my best friend, I want you to tell me that stuff if you’re comfortable with it. I held you back so I could tell you that you’re wrong. Everything Dustin said was true, but you have to know I’d never judge you for that.”
Mike’s cheeks redden, “I thought you knew that.”
And suddenly Will feels ashamed all over again, Mike has never been anything but supportive to him, a great best friend. It’s not fair of Will to assume that Mike hated him for something out of his control. Mike would never.
“I’m sorry, just when you said you wanted to talk about that… I didn’t know what to think.”
Mike's blushing again, “Look I was thinking about your problem, the stress… I think that maybe I can help.”
Immediately Will's mind drops to the gutter. Just because he isn’t able to get off doesn’t mean that he doesn’t get worked up. And it’s been so long since he’s been able to finish. He feels his cheeks flush red, and sees Mike realize maybe at the same time the implication of what he’s said.
“M-massage,” Mike chokes out. “I was thinking I could give you a massage.” His face is scarlet and he’s ducking down so that he doesn’t have to meet Will’s eyes. “My mom gets them and she says they really help relax her. I’m not a professional or anything but I’ve been reading about it.” He’s twisting his hands nervously. “I think I-I could make you feel good.”
“Fuck,” he exclaims again burying his face further into his knees. “I’m not saying this right. Fuck never—.”
“Okay,” Will says before Mike can take it back. If Mike's extending some olive branch Will is going to accept it. Plus, it could work. He just has to keep it from getting weird, he needs to shut his brain and his body down and absolutely not think about how in a few short minutes Mike Wheeler is going to be touching him.
“That sounds nice.” He tries to smile reassuringly at Mike. The worst thing he could do now is make it awkward.
Mike swallows and Will can hear it across the room. “You should uh… you should take your shirt off.”
Will tries not to be mortified by the thought of undressing in front of his best friend, it should be normal, he shouldn't even think about it. But it is something he has thought about a lot, something he’s trying to not think so hard about now.
Mike shows mercy, walking to the door and heading down the hall while Will removes his shirt. Mumbling something about how Will should lay on the bed as he passes by.
Will steals his resolve as he walks over and sprawls face down on Mike's unmade bed. Before he can help it, he finds himself stuffing his face into Mike's pillow and huffing in his scent. The cologne his mom got him last Christmas, pine, and something so familiar and just Mike. Will can’t help the half chub he's sporting, but really it’s not his fault.
Mike walks back into the room and freezes in the doorway. Will knows his face is red, but he hopes he can play it off as just getting comfortable and not trying to inhale what’s left of Mike on his bedding.
“You uh- you said you’ve been reading about it?” Will asks, trying to break the band of tension that’s been binding them all night.
Mike nods slowly, like he’s trying to clear his head. “Yeah after you told us about how stressed out you’ve been, I tried to find something that would help.” It occurs distantly to Will that a massage in Mike's room on Mike's bed without any of their friends knowing about it should maybe be a little strange, but Mike starts to cross the room and again his mind goes blank.
“I actually found this massage oil my mom has, it smells like lavender and shit. Very relaxing.” Mike reaches over and gently presses Will's head down. “Just try to relax okay?”
Will nods and tries on his best “fake it till you make it” mentality. He feels heat rush to his face at the thought of Mike pushing his head down into the pillows. He feels the bed shift and before he has time to wonder about what’s going on, he feels Mike's legs straddle his upper thighs, right below his ass.
He’s not going to survive. How is he supposed to pretend like this isn’t the most sexually compromising position he’s ever been in. Like this isn’t a position he’s imagined himself in with this exact person one thousand times over.
Distantly, over the noise in his head, he hears Mike pop open the lid to the bottle. He thinks again about how Mike is now slicking his hands in oil. Fuck he’s such a fucking pervert.
Mike leans forward so that his mouth is next to Will’s ear, “I can hear you thinking from here.” Will knows he’s teasing him, but Mike’s hot words whispered against the nape of his neck send a full body shiver down his spine.
Mike shifts back and starts slowly smoothing the warmed oil over Will's back. The smell of lavender permeates the air, pleasant and not overwhelming. He shudders as Mike’s hands find their way down his back.
“I know the touching can be a lot for you after everything. I mean I noticed when you first came back, it didn’t seem so bad with me. But I could tell that sometimes you’d get overwhelmed with your mom or one of our other friends. My point being that if it gets to be too much just tell me. I can change the pressure or whatever. But I just want you to know that you’re safe, and while you’re here with me nothing is going to happen to you.”
Will feels Mike’s words like a punch to the gut. He didn’t think anyone really noticed. Ever since the upside down touch has been hard. He’s just gotten used to getting hugged again. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be touched, it was just every time it happened it was instantly too much. With Mike though it was different.
When Will came back, the only time he had ever felt safe was when Mike was touching him. It was like he grounded him. Then Will got older and people touching him started to get less weird, not nice, but not horrible. But Mike’s touch had become too much in a different way. Too much in a way that Will knew he could never ask for it, because every time Mike’s hand landed on him he felt like he was going to beg him to never stop.
“Touch is a lot, but uh…” Will doesn’t really know how to say it. “It’s never been bad with you though.You always make me feel safe.” He knows his cheeks are red again, and he feels incredibly grateful to be face down so Mike can’t see his reaction.
He hears Mike exhale in what sounds like relief, “Good Will, just relax for me okay?” Will nods, not trusting himself with saying anything else.
Mike starts by immediately kneading Will’s sore muscles and tense back. His fingers somehow digging expertly into the knots Will hadn't even realized that he had. Will finds himself relaxing slowly into Mike’s touch. It feels really good. Too good.
Will knew that this was going to happen, he knew that with Mike’s hands on his naked back there would be very slim chances of him remaining soft. Fuck just laying in his bed had sent blood flowing south. But as Mike digs his fingers in lower and lower Will realizes that this was going to be a problem. Because with every firm press of Mike’s hands on his lower back, Will's dick is being ground into the mattress.
Will bites his lip hard, trying to stifle the noises begging to escape. It feels so good. Like ridiculously so. He expected to feel warm and fuzzy having Mike's hands all over him, but he didn’t expect to get so worked up. Because the truth is Will feels like he could cum like this. With just the firm grind of his hips into Mike’s mattress.
He knows his fists are clenching too hard and the tension has to be obvious to Mike. He tries to slow his breathing and get control of his heart, or preferably his dick. But with each smooth grind Mike inflicts on him, he’s finding it harder and harder to remember why he shouldn’t just let go.
Mike works his way up and down Will’s back over and over again, always pushing just so that Will’s cock makes a slick slide in his underwear against the mattress. If Will still had any wherewithal he might have noticed that it was feeling more and more intentional with each pass of Mike’s wandering hands.
When Mike’s hands make it to the base of Will's spine for what must be the fifth time he asks Will, “Is it okay if I keep going?”
Will doesn't really understand what Mike means by that, but he’s pretty sure he’ll agree to absolutely anything Mike says right now. His head is so sloppy all he can do is humm in affirmation.
Distantly he registers Mike’s hands trailing lower, he definitely notices when they brush lightly across his ass. He buries his face once again in Mike’s pillow to keep from making any embarrassing sounds. Mike's warm and strong hands dig into the muscle of Will's thighs, and despite his best efforts he lets out a long and low moan.
He knows at this point that he’s blushing so hard his ears have to be red. Mike places a soothing hand on the nape of Will's neck and says, “Don’t worry about it man, it’s supposed to feel good.” Will isn’t sure if it’s the reassurance or the firm press of his best friend's hand on the back of his neck, but before he can shut his mouth he’s moaning again.
He hears Mike chuckle behind him before his hands return to his legs. He’s so hard it fucking hurts, and while this new angle doesn’t allow for the same grinding feeling he was getting before it’s definitely worse. Mike starts at his knee and with both hands digs his thumbs hard into the muscle of Will's thigh, slowly dragging his hands up until he’s practically touching Will’s balls. He does this to each leg twice, and just when Will feels like there's no way Mike doesn’t feel his erection, Mike’s hands leave him.
“Will,” Mike whispers, like he knows Will is on the brink or sleep or a breakdown. “This isn’t really working, I need to take your pants off.”
Will’s breath stutters, there's no way if he takes off his pants Mike won't notice his “problem.” He’s gotten more than he hopped for. Mike is his best friend, if it goes south he’ll understand. Will can maybe play it off, but he feels like regardless he has to tell Mike. It wouldn’t be cool to not warn him about it.
“Uh Mike…” he can practically hear the desperation in his tone. How does he already sound so wrecked? He just has to say it. “I’m sorry, but I- I’m hard.” He knows his face is red, and is sure that the blush is traveling down his back where humiliatingly Mike can see.
Will hears Mike gasp, low and quiet. If he wasn’t practically fucking Will he may not have actually heard it.
“It’s okay, it won't bother me if it doesn’t bother you.”
Will tries to make sense of his words, even goes to protest when he feels Mike’s hands slipping around the front of his waist and gripping his belt buckle.
“W-what are you-”
“Shhh,” Mike breathes as his fingers deftly start undoing Will’s buckle. “I get it man, you haven’t been touched in a long time. If anything I’m taking it as a compliment. It must feel pretty good huh?” Mike punctuates his sentence by slipping Will’s belt from his waist. Realistically Will knows that he should stop Mike, at the very least try to take his pants off himself, but for some stupid reason his brain and his mouth have ceased to function.
“Mhm,” is all Will manages to get out as Mike pops the button of his pants and pulls down his zipper. It’s torture of the cruelest kind, feeling Mike’s fingers just barely brush his erection. He knows distantly that friends don’t do this. That Mike should have stopped this a long time ago, but for some reason it all boils down to Mike being the best friend anyone really has ever had.
Mike gets on his knees, just enough to tug Will’s pants down. He reaches behind him and pulls each of Will’s ankles up just enough to actually slip his feet from his pants and then Mike is right back where he started. Only Will is significantly more naked.
“Mmnn- fuck,” Mike’s fingers are digging into his muscles again. And without his pants in the way he can feel just how strong Mike’s fingers feel there. He notices now too, just how much higher Mike’s fingers seem to go, brushing his taint and balls with every upwards drag of his hands.
Will knows that this of all times is when he should have his brain on line. But he didn’t realize how good it would feel, or how much tension he was actually carrying there. With each slow drag of Mike’s hands Will drifts further and further.
He hears these choked off sounds and wonders if Mike is okay. Distantly though he realizes that he’s the one whimpering and now he’s starting to shake. He’s so fucking hard it hurts and every time Mike travels further up Will thinks he may sob.
How did he not know that it could feel this good to be touched by another person? Or maybe it was just Mike that could make him feel this way. Will had just said it, he never felt safer than when he was being touched by Mike.
Mike had always been his soldier, his protector. He’d risked life and limb for him over and over again and was always there to catch him when he fell. He let another moan slip past his lips. He wanted to tell Mike how good it felt, how worked up he was making him, but even in this state he knew that it really wouldn’t be appropriate.
Somewhere in his mind Will must be able to tell that Mike is getting more and more daring with his touches. But it’s so nice, so comforting that it doesn’t register until Mike is once again whispering in his ear something about his glutes.
Will’s brain tries to catch up, but by the time the word glutes registers, Mike is already kneading his cheeks in his hands. Will bites down on the pillow. There’s no way in hell this is happening to him. The only person he’s ever wanted, the one he’s tried his whole life not to imagine in any scenario near his ass, is currently working it like there's no tomorrow. And it feels so fuckign good.
He’s making noises deep in his throat, letting them out freely now. He knows that he should probably be more reserved, that somehow in this way he’s putting all his cards on the table. But every time he feels Mike’s fingers peek under the waistband of his boxers, he loses his train of thought again.
Now that Mike has his hands on Will’s ass and is massaging it with such fervor, Will once again is being ground down into the mattress, hard. Mouth wide open and panting Will is surprised to recognize that he’s close. Closer than he’s been in years, and he knows he needs to tell Mike to stop. But for the life of him he can’t remember why.
With each hard press into the mattress Will realizes just how wet he’s gotten. His dick is leaking more than he thinks it ever has been if the wet patch he’s sure is on the front of his boxers is any indication. He feels almost certain that he’s getting Mike’s sheets wet. And instead of feeling mortified like he knows he should, it makes him harder.
He sobs out a moan, and hears Mike curse behind him. Mike’s fingers are getting more and more daring, tracing under the waist band and then under the legs of his boxers. He’s getting so close to actually touching Will that what’s left of his resolve almost crumbles. He wants to beg Mike to touch him, to brush his balls again with his bare fingers or to take them off and kneed his ass again.
“Take them off,” he hears Mike grumble behind him. It’s so deep and guttural that if Will hadn't known Mike all this time he might not recognize the voice.
Will shakes his head, trying to organize his thoughts and words. “Can’t,” he manages to get out. And mortifyingly before his brain can catch up to his mouth he says, “I’m messy.” Referring to his leaky cock, currently trapped in his underwear.
Mike growls, making a low pained sound, “Yeah?” he asks.
All Will can do is nod.
“Tell me no,” Mike breathes, leaning over Will’s back again.
Will can’t.
And with that Mike is tugging Will’s boxers off of him, the same way he did his pants and throws them to the growing pile of Will’s clothes on his bedroom floor.
Mike digs his hands in hard. He kneads and presses Will down so hard he can’t breathe. Will is too far gone to care anymore about the noises he knows now are most definitely him. He doesn’t even notice how his hips are grinding on their own now, rubbing his hard cock into the mattress with very little help from Mike.
“Fuck Will,” Mike groans loudly, it sounds like he’s hurt. “Can you even hear yourself anymore? Fuck look at you.”
Will feels Mike pull his cheeks apart and hears him making more of those pained noises. Is Mike looking at his hole? Fuck fuck fuck. He’s so fucking close. He can’t fucking breathe, he can’t fucking think.
He hears an odd sound and doesn’t realize what it is until Mike's hot spit is hitting his hole.
“Oops,” Mike whispers.
Will gasps, clenching on nothing, feeling Mike's hot slobber slide over him, then Mike is brushing his finger over Will’s hole. And really Will can’t take any more. He sobs into the pillow, hips pistoning down hard as his cock sprays what feels like a geyser of cum on Mike's bed. It’s been so long, it feels so good.
Will’s definitely crying now, after the most mind numbing orgasm of his life he doesn’t really know what else he could possibly do.
Will realizes that Mike is rubbing soothing circles into his back. He hums contentedly sniffling as he tries to stifle his tears, it just felt so fucking good. And somehow after all of that he’s still hard.
“I thought you had a hard time cumming?” Mike whispers, his voice wrecked.
Will doesn’t really know what to say. He’s still pretty out of it and by the second he feels the mortification seeping in. It doesn’t negate the fact that he feels more relaxed than he has in years.
Will once again buries his face in Mike's pillow inhaling deeply, trying to ground himself. He knows Mike wants to hear him say it.
Will exhales loudly, “I haven’t came in 3 years Mike.” He knows that if he weren’t so out of it he might hold that information a little closer to his chest.
Mike groans and lowers his head the back of Wills neck, “Fuck.”
The embarrassment starts to catch up with Will. Mike was trying to help him out and instead of that Will had gotten off. He whines again trying to hide his face from Mike.
Mike stands, and Will can’t help the whimper that escapes him. Before Will can get too in his head he feels Mike's hands gripping his hips.
He yelps as Mike flips him on his back. Before Will can end up resting in his cooling puddle of cum, Mike is sliding between his legs. He’s in the same straddling position he was when he was over Will but now Will is splayed out obscenely over him. His legs spread wide around Mike's hips, his back arched off the bed to accommodate for Mike's knees. It’s the most exposed Will has ever been in his entire life.
Will reaches down to try and cover himself, or at least to keep his still embarrassingly hard cock from smacking Mike's belly.
“Don’t,” Mike says, simple and final.
Will knows he should be mortified, he kind of is. But for some reason Mike's harsh tone makes his cock twitch.
He’s finally able to look up at Mike, and what he sees undoes him even more. Mike looks wrecked, Will realizes belatedly that this is the first time in his life he’s ever seen Mike look aroused. His pupils are blown and his cheeks are flushed and he looks hungry.
“This is the most relaxed I’ve seen you in years Will,” Mike's eyes look a little crazed. “And I intend to follow through.”
Will swallows hard, throat bobbing. Mike's eyes trace the movement and Will realizes how much worse this is going to be, laid out and exposed and eyes full of Mike Wheeler.
Will watches as Mike pours more oil onto his hands, he watches as he slowly rolls it between his fingers and palms warming it.
“It’s time for your front now.” Mike says with an evil glint in his eye.
Will whimpers, there is no way this is fucking happening to him. No way did Mike Wheeler just make him cum. He’s in a fucking Vecna trance or something, it’s the only thing that makes sense.
Slowly Mike brings his hands up to Will's neck. He starts gentle, massaging the tendons and working his way out to the shoulders. His hands meet back at Will's throat giving a fast and tight squeeze. Wills hips buck off the bed.
“Behave, Will.” Is all Mike says as his hands continue their path down to his collarbones. With a featherlight touch he traces his bone all the way across his chest on both sides. Then his hands descend.
It’s mean, and now Will knows that Mike is doing it on purpose. His hands squeeze over Wills pecs repeatedly. Making him even more sensitive than he already was. His cock is leaving stringy lines of pre dripping from his tip.
Then Mike brushes both his nipples at the same time with gentle strokes. Will cries out.
“You’re lucky,” Mike says as he starts pinching them between his fingers and twisting. “If anyone was home, the whole damn house would hear you.” Will cries out again at the rough treatment.
“Fuck Will, knew you’d be sensitive but I never imagined you’d be this loud.” His fingers are relentless pinching and twisting, a crass imitation of a massage. It’s defiling, Will can barely string a coherent thought together.
As Mike continues his torture Will finds his body betraying him. He’s just so sensitive, without conscious thought he’s trying to move away from the ministrations. But he can’t, the position Mike has him in has him absolutely trapped. His legs are splayed so wide and with Mike leaning over him the way he is it prevents him from even wiggling too hard. His arms are useless weightless things after his orgasm. There’s nothing he can do but take it.
Mike seems to notice this too if his dark laughter is anything to go by.
“I think I lied earlier, when I told you we could stop if it was too much.” His breath is ragged and his smile wicked as he says, “I might never stop Will. I want to see just how worked up you can get.”
Will sobs in answer. It’s so hot, the idea of having to fight Mike Wheeler off and losing. He doesn’t want to think about how fucked up that makes him.
In his heart though he knows that if he asked Mike to stop he would in an instant. And that makes this even hotter, the knowledge that he can trust Mike with anything, even this darker part of himself.
He looks down and sees how his cock almost looks purple from how hard he is. He feels the tears prick his eyes before he registers that he’s crying, the sheer overwhelm of having his nipples repeatedly toyed with after having just cum and still being this hard is catching up with him.
His hips keep snapping up searching for friction they won’t find and he cries louder.
Finally Mike seems to show mercy, his hands slowly shift down over his abdomen. Will doesn’t have abs but he’s definitely more developed than he was before.
“Fuck look at you,” Mike whispers, long fingers spanning the length of Will’s waist. Will knows he’s not small but in Mike’s hands he almost feels dainty.
“You’re all grown up Will, so thick and fucking handsome.” Will tries to turn his head away as Mike's fingers explore his abdomen but Mike catches his chin before he can do so.
“Don’t hide baby,” Mike whispers as his hands once again shift lower. This time forming a diamond shape on Will's groin surrounding his cock but not touching.
Will knows his open mouthed panting can’t be the best thing Mikes ever seen, but fuck he’s sure acting like it. Mike's lips are spit slick, cheeks red, and he’s focused entirely on Will.
Will tries to buck up again, tries to do anything to get even a little bit of friction. But Mike's massage is insistent and not moving, rubbing his groin in a way that has Will's toes curling and more tears running down his cheeks.
“Fuck,” Mike whispers, “Why is that so hot?” Momentarily Mike shifts his hands to Will's thighs and pulls, angling Will in a way that he has to press his feet into the bed to not fall. But like this finally Will can feel the scrape of Mike's hard cock against his ass. The denim is rough and scratchy but the firm hot lump is unmistakable. Will's eyes roll back into his head, why does he feel like he can cum again so soon after his first orgasm.
Will thinks to himself that Mike is actually into this. His brain had tried to rationalize it any other way, but the drag of Mike's hard cock across him is all the proof Will needs.
Finally Mike reaches for his cock, wrapping both his oil slick hands around it one over the other.
“Is this okay?” Mike asks, breathing ragged. And again Will's heart is thrown around in his ribcage. For all of the bravado Mike had shown, he wants, no needs, Will's permission.
Will's body has been used against him against his will too many times. Will thinks it might be some of the reason why the idea of Mike taking what he wants from him is so hot. But here Mike is showing him that in this situation Will really does have all the power. And Mike would never take what Will wasn’t offering.
Tears spring up in Wills eyes, “Fuck Mike, please don’t stop.”
Mike grunts, brow screwed up tight as his hands get to work. He starts with a gentle counter twisting method with both hands, leading Will to brace his feet and push up harder into Mike's touch.
Mike looks so focused, beads of sweat dripping down his hairline. And like he can’t help it, he’s started to grind his hard cock against Will's lower back. Will know’s hes arched obscenely, knows that with his legs spread wide and totally exposed for Mike there’s nowhere he can hide anymore. But he’s tired of hiding. With the leverage he gets from having his feet on the bed he starts fucking up into Mike’s fists.
He feels the streams of tears he hasn’t been able to control for a while now flowing freely down his face. It feels so fucking good. Mike’s grip loosens and tightens at just the right moments and Will is so fuckign close he can taste it. After not being able to have this pleasure for three years he feels fucking filthy. And he’s not about to deny himself of it now that Mike of all people is offering him the opportunity.
Will knows he’s going to cum, is ready to tell Mike as much, when his hands slow considerably, lessening the grip Mike had on him. Will whines pathetically getting used to Mike's new pace. It doesn't occur to Will that Mike may have done that on purpose, not until again Will is ready to burst, and Mike adjusts his speed again.
Will lets out an indignant cry, ready to pummel Mike into the ground for teasing him. Why the fuck with how wound up Will already is would Mike want to make him even more desperate? He’s pretty sure that it’s apparent that if he doesn’t come soon he’s going to fucking die. When Mike works him up a third time Will snaps.
“Wha-ungh… Wh-what the fuck Mike?” Will says, whining pathetically. He’s so overstimulated he thinks he might combust and for some reason Mike is intent on fucking torturing him.
A dark laugh bubbles out of Mike, “You just came Will. Your cum is all over my bedspread, remember? Are you really so desperate that you already need it that badly?”
Will doesn’t even register that his head is bobbing up and down. But it’s true isn’t it? He fucking needs it and Mike made him a fucking promise. He bites his lip hard and waits for whatever Mike feels he has to say before letting Will finish.
“Hmm,” Mike hums. He’s got a devious grin plastered across his face, like whatever he says next he knows is going to be hard fought and sweet. “You’re going to have to beg fo-”
“Please!” Will sobs. “Please Mike I need it so fucking bad, p-please please please. I’ll do fucking anything, just make me cum. Need it Mike, need it so fucking bad.”
Mike’s face colors in surprise, he inhales sharply and scrunches his face like he’s in pain. One of his hands drops from where he’s holding Will to press down on his own erection.
“Fuck Will. I didn’t think you’d cave so fast.” His fist that remained on Will picks up a punishing pace. “You’re such a fucking whore, so fucking desperate for it. Aren’t you?”
Will knows he’s supposed to answer, but he’s so close and this time he’s sure that Mike is going to actually let him finish. He just nods dumbly, he would do anything for Mike, be anything for Mike.
Will can feel Mike shifting but is too far gone to track his movements, his orgasm is just in reach when Mike says, “Have you ever touched yourself here?” Will's vision goes white as Mike shoves his oiled up index finger inside of him to the hilt.
His back arches dangerously, but Mike’s finger and fist do not falter. Mike fucks him through his orgasm his fist flying over his cock and his finger stretching Will’s insides without a care. Will knows he’s crying, can feel his dick spurting cum he didn’t even know he had. He feels it rain down his body and horrifyingly feels as it hits his chin. He’s never had an orgasm that intense, he didn’t think it was possible.
Will feels Mike’s thumb trace his lip, and push his own cum into his mouth. Without so much as a forethought to how it might be gross to actually consume his own release the second Mike's thumb breaches his lips he sucks down happily. His eyes bleary from tears so that he can barely see. What he does know is that Mike’s finger is still inside of him, carving out his insides. He also recognizes distantly that impossibly he’s still half hard.
Cum stretches from his tip connecting to the disgustingly large puddle on his stomach. His dick is so red it looks angry, and Mike looks like the fucking devil.
“I asked you a question, Will.” Mike says as he starts stroking Will’s insides again with his index finger. Fuck it’s so good, everything that Will had ever imagined but his brain feels like mush. Had Mike asked him something?
“Answer me Will. Have you ever touched yourself here?” Mike asks breathy and restrained.
Will shakes his head no, “Always got too in my head about it, but I’ve wanted to. I thought about it a lot. Thought about getting filled up and stretched out, knew it would feel good.” Will feels a string of drool drip down his chin.
Realistically he knows he’s being disgusting, talking too much, oversharing, but nothing can overshadow the feeling of the orgasm Mike just gave him. And suddenly Will has the need to tell Mike how good he is, how grateful he is for everything that Mike has done for him.
“Thank you Mike, thank you so fucking much. It felt so good, never felt like that before.” He knows he’s babbling now, thinks it would probably be a good idea to shut up but he can’t help it. “Thank you, fuck thank you.” He realizes that he’s letting almost each of his words slip out as Mike thrusts his finger into him. He wonders if Mike is going to stop now. Knows that with how overstimulated and gone he is that he probably should stop, but for some reason the thought of him removing his finger brings fresh tears to Will’s eyes. “I’m so grateful Mike, won't ever forget.”
Mike hums low in his throat, “You should be grateful Will.” His hand finds Will’s raw cock again, stroking leisurely like he has all the time in the world. Will kicks his feet out and tries to squirm away from the onslaught of sensation, but Mike just hushes him and continues.
“You’ve been really good for me, Will. And look at how relaxed you are.” Mike presses his middle finger to the pucker of Wills hole, and slips it in easily next to his index finger. He drops Will’s cock, showing some modicum of mercy. “Look at how easy you take my fingers even though you’re a virgin who's never even touched himself here.” Mike pauses, “You are a virgin right Will?”
Will nods in affirmation, too far gone for words. He’s whining and clamping down on Mike’s fingers. It's too much and not enough at the same time. He knows that he’s spent, that this is a lot for his first time, that the tears and snot running down his face should be some indication that maybe they should wrap it up. But the truth is Will never wants to stop and he’s always been willing to follow Mike anywhere. So if Mike wants to play him like one of his games, Will isn’t going to complain.
“Like you were meant to be fucked,” Mike says meanly, punctuating his words with a particularly hard thrust of his fingers. “Meant to be bred full of cum.”
Will whimpers at Mike’s dirty words. Mike has always liked to talk, he’s always had a way with words. But Will never thought that Mike Wheeler of all people would have a thing for dirty talk.
“Fuck Will youre so warm and soft inside, the perfect place for my cock. Do you even know how hot you are?” He breathes shallowly, “How many nights I’ve stayed up rubbing myself raw thinking of bending you over and taking you the way you so clearly fucking need.”
Will’s twisting in Mike’s grip, the steady pressure of his fingers and his words combining being too much. But Will doesn’t want it to stop, doesn’t want to get away. He needs to hear everything Mike has to say. It’s like Mike got him here so that he’d have to sit and listen.
“I mean sure I’m hot for you, but I didn’t know how to bring any of it up. You’re my best friend and I dated your sister, it’s not like it’s the easiest situation ever. I made so many different plans to get you in here, to get you like this. And just like that,” Mike snaps. “You gave me a way in.”
Mike looks down at Will, his eyes intense and searching. “Let me be absolutely clear Will, it may have taken me a second to figure out how to get you under me. But now that you’re here I’m never fucking letting go.” Will cries out as Mike’s fingers find and press mercilessly against that deep bundle of nerves inside of him. The one he was sure was a myth or that he’d never be brave enough to find on his own.
Mike pulls his fingers back and only gives Will a second to breathe before he’s breaching him with three fingers. Will clenches hard around him, he hears Mike groan low in his throat, bullying his way back inside of Will rather than letting up. He gets all three of his fingers to push insistently down on the spot that makes Will see stars.
“Fuck Mike,” Will chokes out. “Love you so fucking much, making me feel so good, wanted this forever.” The tears are back, flowing freely down Will’s face, and for the life of him he can’t remember why he hasn’t told Mike any of this in the first place.
Mike clicks his tongue, pressing down hard with his fingers causing Will to cry out. “You’ve been bad Will. You’ve been keeping secrets from me.” He starts pushing his fingers in and out slowly making sure to hit Will’s prostate with every pass. “We’re best friends, we’re not supposed to do that.”
Will wants to point out Mike’s hypocrisy, the fact that Mike never told him any of this either. He wants to ask Mike why the responsibility falls solely on him. But he can’t, his head is full of lead and somehow Mike’s fingers are still making him feel better than he’s ever felt in his entire life.
“Hmm,” Mike hums again. “I thought I knew how I felt, thought I was ready to tell you and then all of a sudden for some fucking reason you start talking about Tammy Thompson. Like that’s supposed to mean something to me. You start talking about some guy that you know can’t feel the same way about you, and you don’t fucking say anything to me.” Will sees the hurt flashing across Mike’s face. His fingers twist aggressively inside of Will and he has to clamp down on the noise he was going to make.
Mike’s breathing is ragged, “I had to put it together on my own, figure out that for some reason you thought talking to Robin about her failed love life was better than just speaking to me. But when I realized it was just a matter of time.” Mike’s pace starts to speed up, pegging Will’s prostate harder in the process. Will feels his toes curl into Mike’s sheets, and tries to follow his words with what's left of his brain.
“Fuck me, please Mike. Plase I need it so bad, want to feel you inside of me, want you to feel good too. Please Mike, please.” He sounds disgusting, his voice thick from orgasm and pathetic with need.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you. But you have to pay for the things you did Will. You’ve made us both suffer and now I have to take care of you.” Mike’s fingers start pistoning in and out of Will ruthlessly, Will can’t get away his limbs feel like they’ve been filled with cement and all he can do is cry out as his prostate is mercilessly attacked by Mike’s fingers.
“I did some other research, learned about this,” he says, pushing down on Will’s prostate hard. “I learned that men can come from having this touched alone. When you told me you weren’t able to cum, this was all I could think of. Getting Lucas and Dustin the fuck out of here and getting you up here so I could milk you dry.”
“You need it right, it’s been a really long time. It’s not good for you to get backed up like that.” Mike leans over Will brushing his lips lightly against his as he speaks. “You could have told me when I visited from California and I would have done it.” Will clamps down hard on Mike’s fingers. “I know it’s wrong or whatever, I had my own shit to sort out. But even then I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you or my thoughts from wandering. I would have justified it in my head as my duty to help my friend.” He laughs, “Even though it would have just as much for me as it would have been for you.”
Will feels it building in him again, and marvels at the fact that after all these years all he ever really needed was Mike. The thoughts that plague him and drag him down when he does this on his own are nowhere to be found. It’s just him and the man he loves, the only person he’s ever loved.
Mike is still leaning over him, still giving him just a tease of a kiss with every word he speaks. “If I had known you were such a whore I would have done this sooner. Thought that the prim and proper Will Byers might not give in so easily, not roll over and present himself to me like a bitch in heat.” Will can’t help the full body shudder that wracks his frame. “You deserve this Will, to be messy and wrung dry. Because just so we're clear that’s exactly what I’m going to do to you. I’m going to make sure that when we're done tonight there’s nothing left. I’m going to make sure that you can never cum again without thinking about my fingers buried so deep inside of you that you forgot how to think straight.”
And really that’s all Will can take. His mouth opens in a silent cry, his voice nearly gone from all the noise he’s made tonight. His back tries to arch off the bed only to be held in place by Mike. Mike digs his fingers in hard, massaging repeatedly at that spot deep inside of Will.
Will starts to fight and whimper, it’s been too much since Mike started but this is just ridiculous. He’s so wrecked with sensation that he’s confused about what way is up or down. Will realizes that somehow his cock is weakly spurting cum. It’s not a lot, but Mike doesn't stop. He rubs his fingers repeatedly over that spot whispering things to Will about how good he is and how much he loves him in his ear, and it happens again. Barely anything this time, just a weak dribble really leaking out of his cock head, and finally Mike relents.
Will is so lost, he thinks he might be crying harder now than he ever has in his life, which is really saying something considering all the shit he’s been through. He’s never felt so relaxed, so at peace, so safe. And there Mike is, leaning over him gently and asking if he’s okay.
Will nods even with the overload of sensation, of being “wrung completely dry,” as Mike put it, he’s better than he’s ever been. He knows that now he’s hanging onto consciousness by a thread and almost lets himself slip away. He feels Mike's fingers wiping through the hot cum on his stomach and wonders distantly what he could be doing.
By the time his neck is able to cooperate with him the sight that greets him is beautifully filthy. Mike looking absolutely overcome, jeans shoved open and cock out. Mike is stroking himself using Will’s cum, his eyes intently trained on Will’s face. Will lets out a filthy noise, he’s not even sure if he’s ever heard anything like it before. But he knows that it came from the depths of his soul, because right now he’s sure that all he’s ever wanted was to see Mike Wheeler naked.
Mike’s voice is ragged, “I know you’re tired and that you feel overwhelmed, fuck you’re probably ready to sleep for a week after the shit I’ve done to you. But I don’t care Will. You’ve made me wait for a long time and I made you a promise.” With that Will feels the blunt head of Mike’s cock breach his hole.
He doesn’t know if it’s because of the multiple orgasms, or his waning consciousness, but Mike slides in like he was always meant to be there. If his groan is any indication of how he feels, he wholeheartedly agrees.
Mike reaches down and wraps his arms around Will's shoulders, lifting him gently so that he’s straddling Mike’s lap. Will feels so full, so right. Like everything in his life has led him here, like everything he’s done has finally paid off and he deserves to be happy. He deserves to not only accept himself but to find the love he knows he deserves.
Mike cups the back of Will’s head and brings their foreheads together and asks gently, “Is this okay?” The concern and love swimming in his eyes is enough to make even more tears slip down Will’s cheeks.
“Of course Mike, of course it’s okay.” He takes a deep breath, trying to convey his thoughts with his head swimming, “This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Mike grunts loudly, hips pistoning up into Will, forcing him to wrap his arms and legs tightly around Mike so that he doesn’t go flying off the bed. With every harsh thrust of his hips he nails Will’s prostate, and Will can’t help but cry out.
“Love you Will, love you so fucking much. I’m sorry it took me so long.” He tugs gently on Will’s hair directing his mouth to his. Will doesn’t have much experience with kissing, but it’s perfect. Even though Mike’s hips are slamming desperately into him, knocking that spot inside of him repeatedly, his lips are soft and sweet. They taste like him in all the best ways and Will can’t help but suck his bottom hip into his mouth.
He’s so lost on it, Mike’s tongue gently pushing its way into his mouth, the loud creaking of the bed as Mike bounces him hard. They break apart gasping for air. Will can tell that Mike is close.
He’s gasping and panting, the chords of his neck going taunt as he tries to stave off his orgasm for just a little longer. Will leans down and gently traces the tendons of his neck with his tongue, sucking lightly on his jaw and the juncture where it meets his ear. Mike whines loudly in his ear.
“Always wanted to do that,” Will whispers. And Mike is gone. He slams up into Will hard, making the smaller man cry out as he releases deep inside of him.
Will can feel Mike twitching inside of him, releasing the years of tension that have been plaguing them, and shockingly he feels an orgasm of his own roll through him. He gasps and twitches, going impossibly tight around Mike, sobbing silently into his neck. His orgasm shakes through his whole body, he feels it everywhere, even though his dick shakes weakly having nothing else to give.
Huh, Will thinks. He did wring me dry.
Mike shifts them gently, slowly pulling out of Will as he lays him fully back on the bed. Will whines pathetically. He knows he’s being needy, but he doesn’t know if he can take it if Mike walks away from him now.
“It’s okay,” Mike whispers. Gently he cards his fingers through Will’s hair. “I’m not going anywhere baby.” He reaches over the side of the bed and picks up Will’s discarded boxers, and immediately starts wiping Will down. Mike would have gone and got a warm towel but he was almost positive that neither of them could really stand to be away from each other right now.
Mike asks gently in Will’s ear, “Are you okay? Did I go too far?”
Will reaches up and pulls Mike down onto the bed, half on top of him. “Yes Mike, it was perfect. You’re perfect.”
Will doesn’t miss the blush that covers Mike’s cheeks, “I was serious about not letting you go. We’ve danced around each other for a really long time, and I don’t intend to do that again. You’re mine. And I know that sounds possessive and creepy or whatever, but I am not losing you again, ever. I love you.”
Will clears his throat, eyes drifting closed he says, “You’re mine too Mike, you always have been. You just had to catch up.”
Mike lets out a wet laugh, tears catching on his lashes, “I’m here now baby.”
“Yeah, you are.”