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“I don’t want Mike coming around anymore,” Carlton had said during one of their arguments, eyebrows furrowed and mouth curled into a frown.
Will had shut his eyes and shook his head, shocked at the comment. Sure, Carlton and Mike had never really gotten along. Will wasn’t exactly sure why, but it felt like there was some kind of reason that he was oblivious to.
“What the fuck? Why?”
Carlton sighed, hand holding the bridge of his nose in frustration, “Will, you know why. You think I don’t see it?”
“See what?” Will asked, tone defensive. “He was my childhood best friend, I’ve known him since I was, like, five years old.”
“He’s so—” The other boy cut himself off, hands in the air, “He knows what he’s doing! Trying to be around you all the time ever since he moved to New York and not to mention the flirting? You’d have to be blind not to notice it.”
Now Will knew he had lost his mind, “Flirting? Do you hear yourself? Mike isn’t queer, he’s the furthest thing from it. You’re just being insecure. He jokes around like that with everyone.”
Will knew he was being a bit harsh, but he didn’t like it when people insulted his friends. Insulted Mike. Even if it was his boyfriend of a year and a half, sue him.
He also knew Mike did, in fact, not joke around like that with everyone. Actually, he’d never seen Mike joke like that at all until a few hours ago. Which was what sparked the entire argument in the first place.
Last night, Will had called Mike and invited him over for breakfast. He had bought groceries and was planning to make omelettes. He ignored the voice in the back of his head screaming at him that it was because they were Mike’s favourite.
Mike agreed with no hesitation, a smile in his voice as he asked about the time and if he needed to bring anything. Once he hung up, he told Carlton. It turned out that Carlton wasn’t even going to be home tomorrow morning, and said he was going to the gym. When he mentioned Mike, the other boy seemed to stiffen, and the air turned uncomfortable. They seriously needed to get over this weird rivalry thing they had going on, Will had just about enough of it.
He tried to play it off but Will could sense the annoyance in his tone as he put the plates away and went back to their shared room to go to bed. Two hours earlier than usual.
Seriously? Mike was just a friend.
The next morning rolled around, and Will was nearly finished with the omelette until the doorbell rang right on time. Will called out, already knowing who it was, “It’s unlocked!”
The door creaked open and Mike stepped in, scarf wrapped around his neck and hands tucked into his pockets. His mouth widened into a fond smile as he spotted Will in the kitchen, plating the food already.
“No Carlton?” Mike asked, and Will could sense the slight delight in his tone as he sat down at the table.
Will shook his head, bringing the plates over, placing one in front of Mike which was nice and warm, “Gym.”
“Ah,” He nodded in understanding, watching as Will sat down. “Well, thank you for inviting me.”
“‘Course, it’s been a while.”
The conversation began to spark up as they ate together, ranging from topic to topic whether that be about Will’s commissions or the new novel Mike had been working on. He had forgotten how nice it was to spend time with Mike like this. It made him wonder if this would’ve been like the life he could’ve had with him.
What the fuck are you thinking? You have a boyfriend.
By the time their conversation began to slow, they’d long since finished eating. He hadn’t even realised how much time had passed until he looked up at the clock on the wall. Minutes always flew by whenever he talked with Mike.
“How are you and Carlton doing?” Mike asked curiously, lifting his elbow up onto the table to rest his cheek in his palm.
Will shrugged, “Fine.”
The other boy squinted, as if trying to pick him apart in his mind, “Fine?”
“Yeah, fine.” Will said, a little more defensive than he had meant. Why was Mike even bringing him up? “I don’t feel like talking about it.”
Talking about Carlton put him in a bad mood. He didn't know why. (Yes, he did).
Mike hummed, but didn’t press, eyes glancing downwards subtly, and if Will blinked he would’ve missed it. His foot nudged the brunette’s, touching.
Will stood up abruptly and cleared his throat, face flushing, grabbing both of their plates and stacking them on top of each other along with their glasses. Mike followed, even as he made his way to the kitchen sink and ran the tap.
“I’m just going to rinse these, I won’t be long. You can wait out—”
The plates nearly dropped from his hands and smashed into the sink as he felt large hands grip his waist, a face buried into his neck, hair falling and tickling the skin. “Mike?”
“Tell me to stop.” He whispered, breath ghosting skin sending a shiver up Will’s spine, “Tell me to stop and I will.”
Will couldn’t.
He’d wanted this for so long.
Mike showered his neck in kisses, and Will couldn’t help but tilt his head to let him have more.
The grip around his waist tightened as his hips were pulled back, and suddenly Mike was grinding his clothed cock against his ass and Will gasped, hands gripping the counter as he arched his back.
“Fuck, I’ve thought about this for so long,” Mike muttered, still mouthing at his neck, Will arching his back at the feeling, leaning into it. He shouldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be giving in.
Will almost couldn’t believe this was happening.
Until the front door opened, and he could believe it.
Will hastily removed himself from Mike’s grasp and they flew apart, Mike less willingly. Luckily, the kitchen was closed off to the front door, so there wasn’t a possibility that Carlton could have seen what was going on.
“I’m back.” Carlton called before a thump hit the ground which was presumably his sports bag that he carried everywhere.
Will cleared his throat, avoiding Mike’s gaze as he exited the kitchen to greet him. “Hey, how was it?”
He hoped his voice didn’t sound as shaky as he felt.
The boy nodded, “Good, good. Same as always.”
When he met eyes with Mike, his gaze sharpened as it always did. Will could tell he tried to hide it, but he guessed that was one thing he and Mike had in common; not being able to hide how they truly felt, even through facial expressions.
“Mike.”
Mike smiled slightly, “Carlton.”
To break the awkward silence, Will intervened, “There’s extra in the fridge if you want it.”
Carlton turned to Will, smiling a little too bright to be genuine as he turned to Will, “Thanks, babe.”
He leant down and pressed his mouth to Will’s.
Will wasn’t stupid.
Mike’s shoulders tensed in his peripheral vision.
Carlton was trying to get a reaction out of him. It was clearly working.
“Well, I think that’s my cue.” Mike interrupted as he moved past them to grab his scarf and jacket he had left on the hanger. “Thanks for having me over, Will.”
“Oh, it’s not a problem.” Will replied, following. Naturally, Carlton followed as well. “Do you have a way to get home?”
“Will—” Carlton muttered under his breath, clearly frustrated. He shut him up with a quiet “shh” before returning his gaze to Mike.
“Thanks, I drove, it's all good. No need to worry.” His gaze was so incredibly gentle and his words couldn’t help but make Will feel a little embarrassed for asking.
The door opened and the cold air flew, Mike was two steps out the door before he turned around again, not even looking at Carlton. “You look pretty today, by the way. I like the haircut.”
The door slammed shut, and they were left there in silence.
His boyfriend was clearly fuming behind him and, for once, Will kind of understood why he was so mad.
He didn’t care, though.
Mike called him pretty.
Pretty.
He noticed his new haircut, which Carlton hadn’t even pointed out yet.
“That fucking—”
That was how they got to where they were now. Carlton was angry Will kept inviting his childhood best friend over, but it wasn’t like he could just push him away. It was Mike.
He couldn’t, even if he wanted to.
His boyfriend left a few hours ago, packing a small overnight bag and muttering something under his breath about “sleeping over at a friend’s.”
Whatever.
At least he would get the nice, warm bed all to himself tonight.
The fight was stupid. It wasn’t.
Will wouldn’t cheat. He would.
Mike was just joking. He kissed his neck and dry humped him.
This was too much for his brain. He needed a drink.
Opening up the drawer, he pulled out a bottle of red wine, one they mainly only used for special occasions. Will would consider this a special occasion.
He poured himself a glass and sat down at the dining table, cheek in his palm as he swirled the liquid around, taking casual sips.
The doorbell rang.
Carlton probably forgot his fucking vitamins again.
With a groan, he stood up and made his way to the front door, and the person on the other side of it was not who he expected to see.
“Mike?”
“Hi,” He said, still in the same clothes that Will saw him in just this morning. “Can I come in?”
Will didn’t really know what to say. He wasn’t sure what Carlton would think of Mike coming over when he wasn’t home. The guy he was worried about.
“Uh—sure.” Will stepped aside.
Mike sighed as the door was shut behind him, “Listen, I came here to apologise. Is Carlton here?”
He stood there awkwardly, fingers fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater, “No.”
The other boy was eyeing the dining table where Will’s lone glass of wine sat, “Why?”
“We had a fight.”
Mike’s expression was undecipherable.
“I didn’t mean to freak you out, that wasn’t my intention.” He explained, closing a bit of the distance between them, “I just… sometimes I can’t hold myself back around you.”
Will was conflicted. He knew talking to Mike like this wasn’t a good idea. What if things in the kitchen had escalated? What if Carlton hadn’t come home in the nick of time? Would things have gone further? What would he do if he had to face Carlton every single day knowing he fucked his best friend?
“Will, I could tell you wanted it too.” His voice was soft, but also encouraging. The voice Mike always used around him. The one that made him feel butterflies in his stomach every time.
He shook his head, voice rising, “That doesn’t matter!”
“Doesn’t it?”
“I have a boyfriend, Mike!” Will distanced himself, stepping back, hands out, “A boyfriend who I live with, who I eat with, who I fucking go to bed with every night!”
“Do you love him?”
Will looked up, startled, “What?”
“Are you in love with him?” Mike repeated, eyes searching.
He couldn’t respond. His mouth felt glued shut.
“Tell me you are and I’ll leave. I’ll go right now.”
He forced it out, voice unsure and stuttering, “I-I do.”
Mike’s gaze never left Will’s as he walked closer. “Then say it.”
Will couldn’t.
He couldn’t.
He couldn’t say it, and Mike was gradually coming closer, before a hand reached out and grazed Will’s, and he was backed up against the walls. Nowhere to run.
“You can’t, can you?”
“D-Don’t put words in my mouth.”
Mike chuckled softly, “You’re the one not putting the words in your mouth.”
A knee came up between Will’s thighs, pressing against his crotch, making Will gasp and grab onto Mike’s jacket as the other boy leant down and pressed his face into the crook of his neck, breath warm.
“You think I don’t see it?”
Will was struggling to listen as Mike’s knee moved, rubbing him. He whined softly, gripping tighter as the friction increased which made Mike smirk..
“I see the way he picks a fight with you every chance he gets. I see the way he barely makes it home in time for dinner. I see the way he goes out every night drinking until he drops.”
Will shook his head, but he knew it was all true. He pretended not to notice, to live his life oblivious to the miserable relationship he was stuck in.
“I could treat you so much better.” Mike whispered, pressing kisses to Will’s neck as he squirmed and cried out from the stimulation. “Don’t you want me to take care of you, Will?”
He did.
He really did.
Mike grabbed his wrist and Will let him, dragging his hand lower and lower, until his hand was pressed against Mike’s hard on. Will rubbed his cock through his jeans, occasional squeezes as Mike groaned softly above him.
He snapped and without thinking, Will bent down onto his knees in front of Mike who now had wide eyes as Will hastily undid his belt with a clink before dragging the zipper down slowly, maintaining eye contact. Mike cursed under his breath, hand moving to Will’s hair, digging his fingers into the brown strands and holding as he watched the boy pull down the waistband, freeing his cock.
It slapped up and hit Will on the cheek and, fuck, was Mike big.
The tip was leaking and the head was red and angry, begging for release that only Will could give. He’d never done this before, but had a bit of an idea of what to do as he wrapped his hand around the tip and stroked downwards, spreading the precum along his cock, watching it glisten in the low light as Mike made noises above him that were hot as fuck.
He hesitantly angled the cock downwards and pressed it against his lips, kissing the tip gently which earned him another groan from the taller boy. Taking it into his mouth, he sucked on the head, getting used to the feeling and the taste. It was slightly bitter, but Will loved it. He pushed his head further, fully taking Mike’s cock into his mouth as he looked up at him.
Mike looked out of it, sweat beading along his forehead, face red, pupils dilated as he looked down at him, hand still tangled in Will’s hair as he began to bob his head slowly.
Will hollowed his cheeks because he knew that made it feel good, spit coating Mike’s cock, Will’s lips, and dripping onto the floor with every movement.
“That’s it,” Mike muttered subconsciously, watching Will suck on his cock harder now, little moans escaping him and sending vibrations through to his core. “Good boy.”
The brunette shut his eyes as he gripped Mike’s hips, bobbing his head quicker, gagging a few times but he didn’t relent. The sounds were extremely explicit and embarrassing, but Will couldn’t find it in himself to care when he was sucking Mike’s cock. The slurps were loud, and could probably be heard from outside the apartment, but it didn’t matter. Mike didn’t care, so he didn’t either.
Will could feel Mike begin to thrust his hips, so he let go and let him do the work. They seemed to reach a mutual understanding as Mike placed his hands on either side of Will’s head, and began to fuck into his mouth.
He was properly gagging now as Mike’s cock hit the back of his throat, but it was nice. Mike was obviously losing control as his thrusts became erratic and lost rhythm, causing more spit to drip down Will’s chin and land on the floor below.
“You should see yourself, fuck,” Mike groaned, head angled down and eyes never leaving Will’s face which was most likely ruined. “You look so pretty sucking my cock.”
He felt hot as he looked up at Mike, meeting his gaze with teary eyes and he guessed that was what did it. With another curse under his breath, Mike shoved in fully and released.
Will felt Mike’s come in his throat and he swallowed eagerly; the taste wasn’t good per say, but it wasn’t terrible. It was bearable at most as it dripped down the corners of his mouth, Mike finally pulling out as Will gasped and caught his breath.
Come dripped down his chin and he could feel his own dick twitch in response as Mike slapped his cock on Will’s tongue, rubbing it and letting the final drops drip onto it.
A hand lifted him up as he was pressed against Mike, the taller boy leaning down to capture his lips in a kiss.
Will barely had time to inhale before he was kissing him back, hard and desperate, like if he didn’t do it now he’d lose his nerve forever. Mike tasted familiar and overwhelming all at once, warmth and something dizzying that made Will’s head spin. His hands came up without thinking, fingers threading into Mike’s hair, gripping tight enough to tug. He felt Mike huff out a breath against his mouth, a soft sound that went straight through him.
God. He wanted this so badly it almost hurt.
The world outside of Mike blurred. Will knew he should care. He knew he should pull back, remember where they were, remember whose house this was. But all he could think about was the way Mike’s hands were firm at his waist, steady and sure, like he’d already decided Will was his.
Mike kissed him deeper, slower this time, like he was savoring it, and Will melted into it. He followed when Mike moved, feet stumbling as they backed down the corridor, breaking only long enough to breathe before their mouths found each other again. The hallway felt too narrow, too bright, every step charged with the fear of being seen, and the thrill of not stopping anyway.
Will pushed the bedroom door shut behind them and locked it, fingers shaking just slightly as he turned back to Mike. There was no hesitation now. No second-guessing.
Mike pushed Will gently onto the bed without breaking the kiss as his head hit the pillow, mattress creaking below them in response. The brunette instinctively spread his legs as Mike made himself at home between them, leaning on his forearms to trail kisses to his jaw and then eventually his neck. Mike mouthed at Will’s tender skin, occasionally biting and sucking on different sections until one earned him a high-pitched moan from the older. He could feel Mike smirking against his skin as he abused that spot, with Will keening and whining in response, hands dragging themselves into Mike’s dark hair, grabbing and pulling in pleasure.
He felt hips thrust into his as Mike rubbed their crotches together, a hand sliding into his sweater and pushing it upwards to expose more of his torso.
Will gasped as the other bent down to take his nipple into his mouth, immediately sending electric shocks downwards into his groin as he tugged at Mike’s hair.
After a few minutes, Mike came back up, pressing his forehead against Will’s and letting their breaths mingle, his eyes hungry as he gripped his waistband and pulled Will’s briefs downwards to free his cock.
He felt himself sigh at the release and the feeling of the cold air because, man, it was hot.
“Drawer,” Will mumbled, breaking the comfortable silence as Mike stared down at him, before looking over at the bedside table that the brunette was gesturing to.
There was a shuffle before he reached inside, grabbing out a small bottle of liquid and he looked over at the boy laying down. Something must have crossed his mind because there was a flash of frustration behind his eyes before it quickly morphed back into a neutral expression. Will didn’t know what it meant.
He parted his legs instinctively as Mike leaned over him again, popping open the cap and squeezing some on his fingers and directly onto Will, before pressing two fingers to his rim and rubbing slowly. He could feel the desperate noises gradually starting to slip out of him as Mike’s fingers slowly sunk inside, so he bit his lip to muffle them. The boy above him furrowed his eyebrows, the other hand that wasn’t inside him coming up to grab his chin with his thumb and pointer, tugging until Will stopped biting his lip. “Don’t do that. I want to hear you.”
Heat coiled low in his stomach at the sound of Mike’s deep voice and as he grazed that bundle of nerves inside him, Mike’s eye contact never strayed as Will moaned and writhed below him, mouth open. Will squeezed his eyes shut, the back of his eyelids a blinding white. It was too much. It wasn’t enough.
He would’ve been content to lay back and enjoy the process for a bit longer, but every time Mike scissored his fingers outwards to stretch him out, he would feel a feather-light brush against his most sensitive spot.
There were only so many times he could handle being unintentionally teased like that before his patience snapped.
“Stop,” He said, with the other man immediately obeying. “I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?”
Will nodded.
Mike pulled his fingers out, leaving Will with an empty feeling before he felt the head of his cock press against his entrance and he couldn’t suppress a shudder. He was taking his time, likely out of caution, but the anticipation was almost too much for Will to handle. Torturously slow, he felt his muscles part to grant entry, Mike’s cock filling him inch-by-inch at a tantalizing pace.
It hurts, mainly because Mike was quite big, but the pain is far out-shined by the pleasure of feeling so completely full. “Fuck,” he hissed, draping one of Will’s legs over his shoulders, reaching impossibly deeper.
Mike was also making sure that he was maintaining eye contact with Will as he pushed in, a lock of dark hair falling over his face. His gaze was startlingly intense, and he was clearly not thinking about anyone else, not when he was looking at Will like that—like he wanted to devour him whole. A rivulet of sweat ran down his neck, disappearing into the jut of his collarbone. Will just barely resisted the inane urge to lick it off. Fuck, he looked good like that.
He reached up to brush Mike’s hair away from his face, an uncanny act of tenderness.
That first smack of their hips meeting was too good, and Will was arching his back, not even able to hold back the pathetic sounds, Mike’s fingers still gripping his chin before another kiss was pressed on his mouth.
Will looked up as Mike began to properly move, gasping as Mike arched forward, snapping his hips. “That’s a good boy. Keep clenching around my cock like that,” he breathes into his mouth.
He flushed at that, before another noise was pulled out of him, fingernails digging into the other’s back, most likely leaving marks. Will could only moan his name, arching his back. How could he speak when Mike was fucking him so good? He could feel everything, completely under Mike’s control and at his mercy. “Fuck, please,” he pants, one arm draped across Mike’s broad shoulders.
Will's thoughts became muddled by the pleasure, which sank further and deeper into that limitless reservoir of sensual need. As Mike grinded hard into Will while muttering lovely words and leaned forward to lick the corners of his mouth, Will trembled and his legs spasmed. He dug his fingernails into his waist and squeezed hard enough to leave a bruise the next morning.
With heated tears searing the backs of his eyelids, Will begged and pleaded. His voice faltered and his vision became blurry as nonsense escaped from his lips, garbled and incomprehensible. He was driven wild by the sensation of Mike's hands on his body, his lips against his ear, and his cock in his hole. He wriggled and arched his back, the ecstasy threatening to rip him apart. "Mike," he cried, his eyes going black as he came violently.
Mike calmed him down by giving Will a tender kiss and softly fucking him throughout his climax. He pressed his tongue and swallowed Will’s groans, whispering, "Let yourself relax." They are unable to keep their hands to themselves and are squeezing whatever they can, resulting in a sloppy pattern of tongues, teeth and spit.
He buried his face in the bend of Will’s neck and sucked the flesh until a large hickey formed. "I'm close," he rasped. He chased his high with clumsy, stuttering thrusts. "So good for me. So warm and tight," he murmured.
With a silent moan, Will wrapped his legs around Mike’s stomach, ran his fingers through his hair, and pulled him as close as he could. He felt a warmth inside him as the boy above him slowed down, still pressing kisses to his neck gently.
Mike didn’t pull out. Will was too tired to care as he felt his eyes gradually drifting shut. He hadn’t felt this relaxed in a long time.