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Mike let out a soft moan as his tongue left his mouth to lap at the silicone vulva resting on his bed. He smiled down the barrel of one of the cameras facing him, playing up his performance as he rolled his lower body in even movements, pushing back on the six inch dildo suction cupped to the wall behind him. He could feel his mind blanking out as the hot purple toy inside him hit his prostate over and over as he worked his hips faster and faster. Focusing his attention on the clit of the pussy, he sucked and bit at it lightly between his teeth as if he were pleasuring someone real. After a long lick, he shuffled forwards, letting out a small moan as the dildo slipped out of him and he rubbed the tip of his own cock against the fake genitals.
“Can I please fuck your tight pussy, mommy?” he asked the camera, lowering his voice and pushing himself in slowly. “Oh, fuck yeah... so good. Thank you for letting me fuck you.” His eyes glanced sideways at the loose sort of script he had written on the laptop facing him, based on the prompts from the request he was currently fulfilling.
Mommy kink, check. Cunnilingus, check. Fucking himself on his expensive vibrating dildo, check. Now all he had left to do was to fuck the thing until he was ready to blow, and cum on the outside lips of the toy.
He wasn’t sure what could possibly be so hot about watching someone fuck a fake pussy, but he didn't mind doing it. It was among some of the tamer stuff in his inbox, and he kind of enjoyed fulfilling the requests–not only because they came with guaranteed payment, but because he could only think of so many different sex positions and actions to do by himself. It was helpful when he didn’t have to try and be creative about it and could simply follow some guidelines like he was doing now.
As he pistoned his hips into the toy, his mind wandered to the other request he’d gotten that morning; Fifteen-hundred dollars, and all the man wanted him to do was suck a dick. Something he’d done a billion and a half times already–except of course–the man wanted it to be attached to a real person. A man, presumably.
And here’s the thing, yeah, Mike made degenerate porn in his bedroom–fucked himself on strange dildos, sucked on them, engaged with the men that commented and made requests of him like it was nothing. But he wasn’t gay. He had only ever had girlfriends, and what’s more, he had only ever had sex with a real person one time before. And let’s just say it went as well as you’d expect a twenty-one year old having their first time with a pretty girl to go.
It was probably the anticipation that he had built up for years as to why the actual thing had been a bit of a let down. No one was going to be able to match what he’d been hyping up for all those horny virgin years alone in his room, dreaming about what it would be like to finally be inside of a girl. And it’s not like it was bad or anything. He had gotten extremely lucky, considering she was quite literally stunning. She looked like a model. She was tall. Had long, dark braids that cascaded gently down her back. And she was nice, and kind, and was so patient and not put off by the fact that he was a massive virgin at twenty one. They had only flirted for a couple weeks before she was inviting him back to her dorm to have a little fun. And it had been fun, it felt good whenever he could pull himself down from watching his body move from above like a fucking ghost. He just needed to try with someone that didn’t make him so goddamn nervous next time, maybe.
That being said, there was no way he’d ask a real person to let him suck their dick for a little money. Well, it wasn’t a little money, but it wasn’t enough to make it worth it to him. He had just barely been able to be with a woman, and it had only been one time. He didn't want to have a man the same amount of times he had a woman. He didn’t want a man in his mouth, period, and especially not a man he barely knew. But he certainly wasn’t going to ask someone he was close to. He knew plenty of gay guys, but sucking them off for his porn site? Not happening. He was straight, and not that desperate for cash.
The reason he’d started doing these videos in the first place was because his dad was fucking annoying, and decided that he would have to make his own money because he didn’t go to the college he wanted him to go to; He didn’t study business, like his father insisted he should. So, Ted wasn’t going to pay for anything more than tuition for him. Which, to be fair, he was still pretty lucky his dad was paying for anything at all. Will had to take out student loans and worked full time because he grew up with a single mom that didn’t make enough to afford dinner for herself some nights. She had been doing much better for herself now that she was remarried, and her kids were grown and she could pick up as many hours as physically possible. Yay, capitalism.
But Mike grew up wealthy, so he had been thrown at first when having to try and scrounge up rent money every month on his own when he and Will had first started living together. He worked as a waiter for an unbearable amount of time before he decided to try his talents online. He started with streaming. Video games, mostly. That quickly bore no fruit though. So, when he was at his most depressed and desperate, (and truthfully, mostly just horny) he created an account on a porn site. He posted pictures of himself in lewd poses, half dressed and fully hard. He didn't really expect much to come of it, besides maybe a couple stupid spam messages telling him there was a horny MILF in his area. But it actually didn’t take long for his page to gain traction, and then he was getting request after request, real people asking for specific things, begging for videos to be able to finally hear his voice and to watch him cum. He had only been on the site for a month before he was making more there than at his server job, and he was able to quit for good and put all his efforts into creating content.
He had started this whole thing out being pretty modest. Now, his entire naked body was being filmed at all angles many of his days. But it had helped him with his confidence in the real world. He would have never actually gone home with that girl if he wasn’t constantly being assured online that people actually thought he was hot. He was still skinny, and lanky, and to him–it wasn’t at all obvious why people liked the way he looked. He accepted that they must have some reason though–since they literally paid him real money to see him naked–and it helped him to have his first time.
And the money. Yeah, the money wasn’t bad. In fact, Mike had never felt so financially comfortable, since he didn’t have to rely on his parents for his money now. And he had enough to help out his friends too. Not that Will (who he shared an apartment with a couple blocks from campus) accepted his help without feeling like having to do something for him in return. The man didn’t have a selfless bone in his body, and it pissed Mike off. But he did accept gifts, because he thought it was rude not to. So Mike learned that if he gave him the things he wanted him to have in the form of a gift, Will would always accept it. He would glare at him–sigh and complain that Mike shouldn’t have, but he never rejected it–which always made Mike feel smug.
He liked being able to take care of Will in that way, and with the money he had been making alone in his bedroom, he could afford to get him and Will not just things that they needed, but things they wanted, too. It was a pretty nice gig, so earlier that day–and not without some hesitation–he denied the request for the fifteen-hundred dollar blowjob. Writing to the man that he was straight, and only did ‘gay stuff’ with toys, but thanks for the offer.
He had also made so much money this month already that it really wouldn’t be that big of a loss for him.
He let out a rough, exaggerated moan, driving his hips quickly until he was pulling out and releasing across the toy, spreading his spend around the clit with his fingers before waving at the camera with the same hand, blowing a cum covered kiss to the front camera and thanking the lady by the name she had provided in the message.
He heard the door of the apartment shut outside his closed bedroom door just after he finished cleaning up his toys in his small en suite bathroom–he wasn’t expecting Will to be home so soon. Most times Will went to the gym, he was gone for hours. It had only been a little over forty minutes since he had left. He took his cameras off the tripods and tucked them under his bed and set the devices to charge on his desk. He redressed quickly, walking out to make sure everything was okay with his friend.
The other man had been experiencing some heightened anxiety because of the time of year, (the days were getting colder and colder, and it had been snowing pretty hard the entire week he had been kidnapped for) and Mike knew he barely slept last night. He could hear him tossing and turning as he filmed some quick and easy requests into the early morning. Will was sitting on the kitchen counter, sipping on a bottle of water when he walked out of his room. He tucked some still slightly sweaty hair behind his ears and noticed Will hadn’t looked up to see him yet. He was staring off at the kitchen floor tiles, but his eyes were unfocused and unseeing. Mike cleared his throat, trying his best not to startle his friend.
“Hey, Will.” The man's eyes didn’t move from their spot on the floor, though Will's hand twitched up in greeting and a small smile curled his lips.
“Hey,” he whispered, blinking slowly before unsticking his gaze and looking over at his friend.
“Everything okay?”
Will nodded, his eyes lighting back up to their usual shine. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good… Uh, Chance broke up with me, but I’m fine. Seriously.”
Mike frowned, walking closer to rest a hand on his friend. “I’m so sorry, Will. Jeez, I always knew he was an idiot. He didn't deserve you, anyway.” The shorter man let out a light chuckle, and Mike’s chest lit up at the sound, glad he hadn’t just offended his friend with his unprompted honesty. Though he was sure Will was used to it by now.
“I know. You made that pretty clear when I started seeing him." He shrugged. "But really, the writing was on the wall a long time, I just hate things coming to an official end. Even when it’s ultimately for the best.” Mike nodded, squeezing the knee under his hand before pulling away. He felt slightly bad, because he knew Chance wasn’t right for Will ever since they first got together a little over five months ago. Chance was a dickhead on a good day, and maybe he treated Will kindly, but they never seemed to be on the same page for a lot of things, and that always rubbed Mike the wrong way.
The guy was abrasive and rude and a fucking athlete. And he hated Mike for literally no reason at all, even though Mike tried his best to be cordial in the beginning. He was surprised it had lasted as long as it did between them, and the relief he was feeling now that it was over was immeasurable. He almost felt giddy, and he turned to the refrigerator to grab a soda just to hide the smile molding his lips without his consent.
“You wanna invite the party over and get drunk tonight? Take your mind off him?” he asked, cracking open his drink and taking a sip. Will nodded, hopping off the counter gracefully.
“Yeah, for sure. Uh… did you want to watch a movie until then? I can’t really focus on school at the minute. Although, you look like you’re busy, so never mind–”
“–I’m not. Not busy at all, in fact, I just finished all my shit. I’m yours for the rest of the day. Let's get your mind off of mister basketball.” Will laughed, and Mike smiled at him genuinely.
He knew Will, and he knew that the man would one-hundred percent fall asleep during the movie. But maybe that was intentional. Will often woke with nightmares sleeping on his own, but Mike had never noticed the same when Will fell asleep next to him. Of course, it wasn’t due to it being Mike he was next to–even if he wanted that to be the case. But he liked to believe that he could take care of Will like no one else could. He was his very first best friend, of course he felt protective over him. It was only natural.
“Go get some blankets and shit,” he said, waving the hand with his drink and reaching for his phone with the other. “I’ll text the party to meet us later and start up a movie.”
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The movie had ended over an hour ago, and Will was sleeping soundly, slumped slightly over onto Mike’s shoulder–because Mike had pulled him to rest there.
The way he had fallen asleep before looked uncomfortable, his head was hunched forward and his shoulders were collapsed in a way that made Mike wince in sympathy. So he took the liberty to allow the man to wake up in a position that wouldn't have his body screaming at him for the next couple days. It’s not like he was some self-sacrificing saint like Will seemed to think whenever he did anything for his friend; Will was warm, and it was chilly in the apartment, and Will was hogging the blankets. It really was just that simple. Well, he also would rather eat his own shoe than see Will in pain, so there was that aspect too.
His phone suddenly buzzing in his pocket made him realize he had been pretty close to falling asleep himself, staring at the idle screen logo scrolling by on the TV for longer than anyone should do willingly. It was a notification from his site.
His eyes widened as he read through the new request. The man making the offer seemed to like the idea of him sucking a guy off even more after his straight claim, offering now a staggering seven-thousand to complete the request. And to be honest, looking at the amount, Mike wasn’t even considering not doing it anymore. The only amount of hesitation he was having at this moment was thinking about how he would go about finding a cock to suck on. Should he post online to find someone? But Mike wasn’t about to put some strangers genitals in his mouth without protection. He sat there staring at his phone for a while before an idea popped into his head.
Eddie Munson. He was a couple years older than him, though he had started college around the same time Mike did, so they were in the same year. They were in a couple of the same classes, and Eddie ran the campus’ D&D club. Mike bought his weed from him, and he was becoming a good friend of his. He also knew the man was kind of a slut. He’d heard from the guy himself about his many hook ups with girls and guys, and he was always super casual about it. Maybe he’d let Mike suck him off if he offered up some of the money? Not half, because Mike was going to be doing all the work, but he doubted someone offering you even three thousand dollars to suck your dick would be rejected by most people. And Mike knew the guy could use the money. Who couldn’t, in this economy?
His phone buzzed again in his hand, but this time it was the party group chat. Lucas had picked everyone up and they were on their way over. Mike sighed, unsure of what he was going to do. He wanted the money. But he couldn’t just suck off anyone, it had to be someone he trusted at least a little bit. And if he asked Eddie, would he tell people? Would people think that he was gay if word got out? Would this… make him gay? Not that there was anything wrong with that, it was just something that he knew that he wasn't. He liked girls, he thought they were hot, and he wanted to have sex with them. That proved that he wasn’t gay.
Will had never expressed his attraction for a woman–because he was gay. Gay guys didn’t like women. Simple as that, really. But, bisexual people exist. He thinks Max might have said something about being bisexual before, and Eddie certainly didn’t discriminate based on gender in his bedroom. But Mike didn’t like both-or all, or whatever-he only liked women. Of course he can admit when a man is attractive, but he’d never actively wanted to be with a man, at least outside of a sexual context. Yeah, he’d fantasied about men before, but it was kind of his job too. Like when he got a dildo in the mail from a fan, asking him to use it and think about them while he filmed himself taking it. He would moan the guys name, tell him through the camera that he liked getting fucked good by his big (usually pretty average) cock. But, he liked pussy, he just also liked stuff in his butt.
Straight guys like getting pegged, so he knows it doesn’t make him gay to like something in his ass. It’s just that most people who request him sit on a toy are generally men, but the most requests he got in general were from men, so that made sense. Women liked watching guys get fucked too though, so he didn't have a problem with it. But a real dick? Attached to a real man? That… that would be a bit gay, probably.
Well, it wasn’t gay unless he liked it, right? And he knows he won't; he’d sucked his fair share of toys of various sizes (he'd even sucked his own cock once or twice) and it had never turned him on. It was just work for him. A real man would be the same, he would just have to state clear boundaries about them not telling anyone if he was going to commit and really do this.
He replied back to Lucas, saying everything was ready to go here, and lightly shook Will awake.
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Everything about the night was going as it normally would have when the six best friends met up, except that Mike couldn’t focus on anything they were doing for more than three seconds at a time before his brain reminded him that he needed to find someone to blow. Maybe he should ask his friends for advice? This seemed like too big a thing to make a decision on without any input from the people he trusted most, which he went to with nearly everything. But, did he want them to know? He’d been keeping the secret of how he made his money so well, what if it blew up in his face and they were grossed out by him after telling them? He really couldn’t imagine that happening after everything they had been through, but it was still possible. Anything could happen, right? They had gotten bullied enough while in middle and high school for just being themselves that Mike knew his friends would never shit on him or abandon him for doing what he did, but what if they saw him differently? What if they thought that because he did what he did, that he was gay or a degenerate or something worse?
They had all grown up in an incredibly conservative town, but Mike had been the only one with the crazy conservative parents to go along with it. Dustin’s mom was always pretty bought into all that shit, but at least she loved her son enough to respect that he had different opinions than her.
Mike’s dad had been convinced he was a queer since he was five, and brought back a friend from his first day of school. The boys were playing in the garden when Will had sliced his finger on some debris. Mike had seen his mom kiss his boo-boos, so he did the same to his new friend to help him feel better. Ted just so happened to see, and scolded Mike that night at dinner-in front of his mom and big sister-that kissing boys was wrong and sick and that if he did it again, he wasn't allowed to have Will over. Apparently, Ted thought that boys showing any amount of affection to each other meant they were gay. Which Mike thought was a very odd thing to think about two five year olds.
But, that was Mike’s father, and Mike was five. Of course he had to listen to him. He didn't want to lose Will, and his mom didn't correct him, so Mike assumed his dad must be right. So he stopped showing his friends any affection not long after that. It was drilled into him from very young that boys didn’t love other boys, and if they did, they didn’t show it physically. No hugs. No touches of comfort. And certainly no kisses. He wasn't even aware that gay people existed until he was nine and heard an older kid call him it at recess. He had asked Mrs. Sinclair what the word meant later that day, when the three friends were sleeping over at Lucas' house. The only thing she said was that it was like when mommy and daddy loved each other, but it was two mommies or two daddies. The only thing Mike had really taken away from the explanation was that he was glad he didn't have two daddies. One was enough, thank you very much. Slowly overtime, the word grew into something he better understood, and something he didn't at all relate with. He liked men just fine. And he could greatly admire a strong man with lots of muscles. But it was just admiration. He didn't want to fuck a guy like he did with a woman.
When Mike had gotten himself a little traumatized girlfriend at twelve, his father had never treated him better. But when the two broke up their first year of high school, his dad had given up on treating him one way or the other. He was just kinda there now, which Mike honestly didn’t mind that much.
It wasn't too long after his father stopped being involved in his life in any meaningful way that Mike had gotten comfortable with hugging his male friends again. Lucas was quite a tactile person, and he had always teased Mike for being a prick and pushing his friends touches away. One day, before Will had come out, he even said that it made him look kinda gay, not accepting touch from men. Mike had certainly internalized that. Now you wouldn't catch him dead not putting his arm around his friends, or ruffling their hair in public. He liked the casual and comfortable touches of a good friend, and he was grateful to Lucas for knocking some sense into him.
Mike had missed his chance to decide on what to do–at nearly two AM, the party was packing up and leaving. Lucas (the only sober one of the night) drove everyone back home, leaving him and Will to clean the place up a bit before bed. Well, Will was cleaning, Mike was sprawled out on the couch, half watching the end of some youtube video Jane had been insistent they all watch together (which she had turned on and then promptly gotten distracted by the others playing cards) and then left the apartment altogether. Will was doing dishes, so Mike pulled out his phone again to reread the message since there were no pesky prying eyes to try and get a glimpse of his screen anymore.
Message Request by: GregsMyName
Ohh, but don’t you know that you not wanting it just makes me want to see you do it more? Fiiiiine, I will up the ante. I’ll pay you seven thousand dollars to suck a man to completion. Film a static shot of you from the side and a handheld POV shot from the lucky bastard you get to help you with this.
Please wear the little blue number you had on when you took that dragon dildo, and your prettiest collar. Have him pull your hair and fuck your face (it wont be as fun if you’re the one in control, I’ve seen that from you already) and let him come on your pretty slut face and then eat it off. I’ll tip you generously when you post the video, in addition to the promised amount.
What do you say, straight-y? Wanna make some money, or not?
With a Pending Transfer of: 7,000
Mike huffed in annoyance at the message. The requests he got from men were always so much more fucking demanding than the ones he got from women. At least the woman (mostly) still treated him like a human person, rather than some sex doll for their entertainment. He was a sex worker, that didn’t mean he didn’t deserve basic human decency. At least the guy said please, like, once.
“Mike.”
And what was even so hot about a straight guy getting face fucked by another dude? He knows people like when he gets hurt (which straight up disturbs Mike to his core, because a person liking pain and receiving pain is fine, but why would you want someone to do something they didn’t want to?) And yeah, people are complicated, but personally, nothing makes his erection disappear quicker than someone not enjoying themselves during something that is supposed to be enjoyable. He didn’t realize until he had begun posting videos of himself that he was not in the overwhelming majority when it came to men’s opinions about that online.
“Mike!”
He let out a little shout of pain when his hands jumped, causing him to drop his phone directly on his nose with a heavy, fleshy smack.
“Fuck,” he muttered, sitting up and rubbing at his face. He looked up at Will, who was wearing bright yellow latex gloves and an amused expression, looking almost too much like Joyce with the way his hands rested on his hips. “Uh, what?” he asked, clicking his screen off.
"You gonna help me clean up anytime soon?"
"Oh, uh, -yeah, sure. I was just... um... just-"
“-Did you get a girlfriend?”
Mike blinked, taking a moment to process before his eyebrows squiggled with doubtful query. “Huh?” He just stared back as Will looked him over, lightly shrugging.
“I don’t know, you’ve been weird today. You barely interacted with us all night, always zoned out, thinking about something else. Or someone else? Now you’re looking at your phone all nervously–biting you lip and stuff. Everything is okay, right? I didn’t totally read that wrong?” Mike chuckled, shaking his head.
“You read that so wrong it’s almost impressive.”
Will’s mouth opened in indignation and he kicked his socked foot against Mike’s. It was probably supposed to be a punishment of some kind, but it was so gentle it felt like a love tap. “Okay, wise guy. What’s going on then? Why are you a space cadet all of a sudden?”
Mike’s smile dropped at the direct question. He couldn’t lie to Will. It wasn’t something they did, and he didn’t want to start now. The only reason he’d gotten away with being so vague about his job for so long was because Will was usually very aware that questions between them were always answered honestly, and he was too nice of a person to use that to his advantage. Apparently after a couple drinks, that was no longer the case.
“W-what do you mean? I’m acting normal.”
Will looked at him for a long minute with searching eyes, shrugged and then headed back to the kitchen, continuing on the dirty dishes still piled up in the small sink. Mike stood and followed after a beat, though he wasn’t sure why. Will had just given him an out, why wasn’t he taking this opportunity to get away entirely? He heaved himself up onto the counter beside the sink, taking a towel and reaching out for the dish Will had just finished washing. This was familiar between them, and the comfortable silence lasted until the last dish was dried and set aside. Will pulled his gloves off, looking up at Mike who was even taller than normal as he sat swinging his legs.
“You know you can tell me anything, right?”
Mike sighed, scratching at the back of his neck. “Yeah, for sure. I just,” he trailed off, picking at a loose thread on his sweater. “I know you guys all know something is going on with me. The internet job, I mean... It’s kinda obvious.” He looked down at Will, whose arms were crossed but face was open and kind. “I wanna tell you… but, I kinda wanna know what you think it is before I say anything.”
The shorter man blinked, thinking. “Well, I just said what I thought it was; I thought you were seeing someone. But since you asked it like that, I guess today's odd behavior is about said 'internet job'?” Mike nodded. He had told his friends when they asked that he worked online, but obviously he was never specific. Will looked down at the floor, hand coming up to rub over the sharp line of his clavicle that was peaking out from the wide necked, over-sized band tee he wore. It was his usual gym shirt, and Mike wondered briefly if he would still be going to the gym, since he only ever really did so because of Chance. “I didn’t know, obviously. But Max did say something about… like, feet pictures? You have those super high def cameras–but I guess she was probably joking. Anyway, I thought maybe you were making youtube videos or like, streaming maybe…” Mike hummed, bobbling his head, a smile working its way onto his face.
“Unfortunately, you’re both kinda right.” He pushed down the anxiety bubbling in his stomach, reminding himself that it was just Will. His shoulders dropped and he relaxed, looking up to catch the shorter man's eye. “I make porn videos.” He blurted, feeling his cheeks heat up. Will’s brows rose in surprise, uncrossing his arms and bracing himself back against the dining table behind him.
“Oh, you–… I’ve never noticed anyone here… do you film when I’m gone?”
“Yeah, I do. -Record when you’re gone at class or work or whatever. But, I actually don’t film with other people. It’s just me.” Will cocked his head.
“How does that work? You just like-” Will made a lewd gesture, something akin to jerking himself off, and now both of their faces were different shades of pink.
“I mean, yeah. But mostly I–like, I use toys and shit.” He hopped off the counter suddenly, feeling a bit too sober for what he was about to do. He reached for the vodka bottle in the freezer, twisting off the cap and taking a few big gulps. He breathed heavily through his nose, alcohol burning its way down his esophagus and into his mostly empty stomach. Lucas and Jane had made a pretty big meal for them all once they had learned about Will's breakup (hence all the dishes Will just did, which on second though, Mike really should have tried to help out more with) but Mike didn't have much of an appetite, choosing instead to pick at the bags of candy Dustin had brought along. He took a couple more pulls from the large bottle before it was swiped from his hands, making some spill down his chin. Will screwed the lid back on with a frown.
“You know I hate when you drink straight from the bottle like that.” He swallowed down his mouthful, wiping his face before responding.
“It’s alcohol, Will. The germs of my mouth are already dead, it’s fine.”
“I don’t care about your germs. Makes you look like you have a problem, or something," he said in a quiet voice, tucking the drink back into the freezer.
“Jesus christ–I just reminded you of your dad, didn’t I?” He was cringing, hating the thought of Will seeing any similarities between him and a man that literally abused him as an innocent child. Will touched Mike’s shoulder, trying to catch his eye, but Mike was feeling ill all the sudden and couldn’t bring himself to look back.
“You don’t remind me of that piece of shit, Mike. You couldn’t if you tried.” That had Mike raising his head, looking into Will’s earnest gaze. “But, my mom used to do that when she was stressed or whatever, and I don’t like it; it can be dangerous. She would always get way more drunk too, then when she just poured herself a glass. You didn't eat a lot, and I want you to be safe, that's all.” Mike could feel his self-loathing disappear when he was compared to someone he knew Will loved more than anyone. Well, Will loved a lot of people, but not because he loved easily. Everyone that had the boy's affections had certainly earned it, and Mike was always proud to be one among them.
He straightened up to his full height, nodding and rolling his shoulders back, building up his courage to do the thing he’d been wanting to do since he started the whole sex work business.
“Do you wanna see what I do for a living?” Will froze next to him, and Mike couldn’t help but laugh at the reaction. “I’m not going to show you my videos, don’t worry.” He began walking off to his room, trusting Will’s curious nature to make him follow behind.
The room was just a normal, average, single guy's room. He had a couple of posters on his wall, a guitar resting in the corner with no stand, and some boring blue bed sheets. His desk was a mess with different drink cups littered across it, and two large monitors resting atop. He gamed–all his friends did–but Dustin, Max and himself were especially serious about it. He cleared his throat before walking over to the dresser in his closet. Pulling it open, he detached the drawer from the tracks it was resting on inside the piece of furniture with practiced ease, carrying it a short way to place it down on his bed. It was getting pretty full. He would probably have to buy something else to store everything in soon. He heard Will take in a choked breath when he’d walked in to see what Mike wanted to show him.
Inside was a rainbow of colors, ranging from vibrant pinks and purples, to blacks as dark as the night sky. The sizes all varied too, though an obscenely large blue tentacle-like dildo had Will stopping in his tracks. Mike looked over at him, following his suddenly blank gaze. Swearing, he picked up the dildo and tossed it into his open closet and out of sight.
He knew Will hated tentacles, couldn’t stand the sight of them in any form of media, it was one of the only things Mike knew happened to Will when he was kidnapped as a twelve year old; the disgusting man Henry Stupidfuck or whatever had apparently shown the kid a bunch of really fucked up movies (not porn, thankfully) all with tentacles and gross monsters that he had made himself, and told him stories about some made up dimension in which he could control the things. Mike fucking hated thinking about his sweet, precious Will trapped with some hideous, insane monster in a small cabin in the woods for a week of his youth. He was just grateful it hadn’t been worse for his friend.
His bullies at school had tormented him at the time with what they thought was happening to Will in detail, and how they were sure that if he wasn’t dead already, he would be soon enough. And to be honest, what the police had found of the man's hard drives, they weren’t far off, infuriatingly. Thankfully, Hopper had found them before Henry had mustered up the courage to hurt the kid even further. Will had still obviously been traumatized from the whole ordeal, though. So had Mike, if he was honest with himself.
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry. I totally forgot I had that. I should have just–”
“–It’s okay, Mike. I was just surprised, is all. That thing was… huge.”
Mike nodded, stepping back and feeling relieved that Will actually did seem to be fine. He didn't have that distant look in his eyes like he did when he was recalling something unpleasant. “Yeah, it was honestly a little uncomfortable the couple times I used it…” Will was silent for a beat, eyes roaming over the dozens of other sex toys still in the drawer.
“...Used it?” Will’s voice was small, and his cheeks were even more pink than Mike had seen them in a long time.
“Yeah, I uh, I guess I should explain now.” He took a deep breath, picking up a small, light blue prostate massager. “I started posting pictures of myself on some porn website. Just half clothed, or jerking off. I was doing that for about two weeks when someone sent me a message request. They offered to send me a toy,” he waved the small massager he had picked up. “and said they’d pay me to use it on myself if I recorded it and posted it to my page on the site. I agreed, because I was broke, and curious, and fucking despised my job. And, well, I’ve kinda been doing that ever since. My page kinda blew up, I have like thirteen thousand subscribers that pay to see my content. Most of what I post is hidden behind even more payments–like if you want to view someone else's request. Kind of a fucked system for those paying for it, but I’m certainly not complaining.”
Will nodded, but he looked a little far away, like the information was swirling around him and he couldn’t quite understand how, since they were inside with no wind or running AC. Mike lightly tossed the toy he’d been holding back into the drawer, knees bouncing as he waited for Will to respond.
“Wow, I uh, I don’t really know what to say… Why did you keep this from me?” It was asked innocently, not with malice or disgust like he had been fearing. And Mike smiled, he loved Will for not judging or shaming, but simply being confused why his best friend wouldn’t share everything in his life with him. God, he was such a cutie, Mike thought. Like, in a platonic way, of course.
“Honestly, I didn't really think you'd like the thought of me just a room away, fucking myself for strangers on the internet?” Mike shrugged.
“I like knowing everything about you that you'll allow me to know, Mike. This is no different. And I think it’s cool you found something you like to do. I mean, I hate my job, and I don’t make near as much money as you do.” He was so earnest that Mike had to laugh, or he seriously might get emotional.
So he laughed, which made Will laugh, and they stood there in front of a drawer full of sex toys, giggling like little kids.
Will make a small noise in the back of his throat after a minute of quiet, pointing at something in the drawer.
“What is that?” Mike followed his finger to the silicone ass cheeks half sticking out from under the other toys. He grabbed it and pulled it out. It was a little bigger than both of his large hands, depicting a woman's ass and vagina, with just a slight amount of cut off torso and legs. The stubbed legs went straight out from the hips at a ninety degree angle, so you could fuck the thing doggy style, which he had just earlier that day. It was certainly one of the more… detailed toys he owned. He’d never slept with a white girl, but he had seen plenty of porn–and he guessed it looked pretty realistic. Although it didn’t have a bush of any kind, which did slightly weird him out.
“Pretty sure it’s called a pocket pussy or something. A lady sent it to me a couple months ago. Wanted me to fuck it and while saying her name.” He shrugged, bouncing it in his hands. He offered it to Will, who was looking at it curiously.
“Uh, you wash this thing, right?” Mike glared, and Will smiled like he thought he was hilarious, taking the toy from his hands. “Jeez, it even has an asshole. It’s so freaking small, though. Do you have to stretch it before you–like... use it?” Mike snorted at the way Will couldn’t even say what you do with the thing he was holding and staring at intensely.
“I don’t know, I’ve only used it a few times, and never the ass.” Will hummed, taking his index finger and slipping just the tip of it inside the anus. Mike looked away and frowned when his stomach flipped over. Must be the alcohol fighting back. Maybe Will was right about it being dangerous to drink straight from the bottle.
“Oh, I’m stupid. It’s silicone, of course you don’t have to stretch it,” Will muttered, turning the thing over in his hands, inspecting it at all angles. “I didn’t actually know what a vulva looked like up close. I’ve only ever seen medical diagrams, like from the side and interior view. It’s… kinda pretty.”
“I thought every art book you owned had naked people in it? So what, you’ve never watched porn with a woman in it?”
“Okay, the art thing is true, you definitely see a lot of the human body as an artist. But the hair really does a good job at covering most of it, so I haven’t seen anything so… bare before. And I don’t really watch porn. If it do, it’s usually just guys getting fucked, or something. Not a lady in sight.” Mike nodded, chuckling slightly, though it sounded thinner than before.
“Oh, yeah. That makes sense. The real thing is definitely nicer, though.”
“Hmm. So, speaking of which, Amanda was always really nice. Why did you stop seeing her?”
“Well, we never actually dated. And after we had sex… I don’t know. She told me that she wasn’t interested in continuing anything romantic with me. Which was fair enough, but I didn’t want someone to just have sex with; I think I need more of an emotional connection for the sex to feel right."
Will took his eyes off the toy, placing it gently back into the drawer, pussy side down. “I get that. I’m the same way. It’s not really that hot if I don’t know them super well. S'why porn doesn't really do anything for me. It's so much better when you have that emotional connection with someone. I think that's mostly why Chance and I didn't work. Sex was always… uh, yeah, anyway.”
Mike frowned. “What, he wasn’t good at it? That kinda figures. He pretty much had the emotional range of an unripened tomato.” Will smiled but shook his head.
“No, he was fine. We just weren’t compatible, sexually. He always wanted to be this big bad tough guy in bed, and I’m just not into that. He wanted me to be something I’m not, and I just wanted the vulnerable guy I knew he could be when he got drunk. We just wanted totally different things and I was the only person making any compromises. Ugh, sorry, thinking about it is getting me kinda worked up.”
Mike reached out to rub a hand down Will's arm comfortingly.
“Well, you literally just broke up with the guy. I think it’s going to take more than a couple hours for the feelings to simmer down. Also, what a fucking jackass. He had the hottest, kindest, coolest guy in this whole town, and he wouldn’t just try having sex a little differently to keep you? God. And he said the last concussion he got was 'minor' and 'didn’t do much damage'.” Will rolled his eyes, looking down and trying to hide the flush rising on his ears. Chance was such an idiot for passing up such a catch.
“It’s fine. People are allowed to like what they like…" Will sighed and breathed a small laugh. "But he was really hot when he wasn’t trying to be such a fucking tough guy.” Mike raised a single eyebrow.
“Soo, you’re into athletes, then?” he asked casually. He and Will had never actually talked about their types before. Mike didn't really have a type, at least that he knew about, and Will had been with all kinds of different people. He had dated a few guys, but only since entering college, since if he had tried to get a boyfriend in their high school in their conservative hometown he likely would have been publicly humiliated for it, or worse.
There was Kyle, who was just a pretty average curly haired nerd. Mike didn’t see the appeal, the guy wasn’t the most conventionally attractive, and he was pretty awkward and way shorter than him. They dated for about six months in freshman year until the guy broke up with Will over something that Will hadn’t told him about –which would be fine– but he was pretty sure Max and Jane knew the reason why, so he was a little butt-hurt he was never confided in. But good riddance anyway, Mike thought. Will deserved someone way hotter than that guy. Was he being a bit shallow? Yes. But he didn’t care. Will needed someone just as attractive as he was.
Then there was Andy, who Will had dated for the shortest amount of time, a blond model who was as dumb as he was pretty. Mike kinda missed the guy. He was fun to talk to because he was such a fucking idiot and he was unintentionally funny as hell. Though, he understood why that relationship hadn’t worked out.
George was more recent, and Will’s longest relationship to date. His hair was wild–curly like Lucas’, and the guy was even taller than Mike. Will had been devastated when George had broken things off. They dated for almost two years, and he remembers Will barely came out of his room for a solid three weeks afterwards. Mike had liked the guy well enough-but after he had broken his best friend's heart-he secretly egged the guys car with Jane one night when they were both high and hanging out alone and unsupervised. No one else knew it was them to this day. Will would have been mad if he found out–so Mike didn’t feel the need to go on and brag about it.
Then there was Chance, who Mike had decided was absolutely the worst of the bunch. He was arrogant, rude, and thought he was gods gift to this school because he could dunk a rubber ball every now and then.
Mike couldn’t pinpoint many similarities between them all when he thought about it. What had drawn Will to them? He was desperate to know now, not realizing before it was something he didn’t have information on about his best friend.
“No, I’m not into athletes,” Will said, answering Mike’s question. “I just like guys that are nice. I don’t really have a type in looks. I guess I like dark hair though, pretty eyes–… Uh, why are we talking about my type right now?” Will laughed, gesturing to the drawer on the bed. “I want to hear more about this. And why you’ve been so weird today.”
Dark hair. Dark hair… Mike had pretty dark hair. It was black, actually. Like, the darkest you can get. He’d also had a lot of men call him pretty on his site, and he even had a comment from the other day about how–well, the comments had read slutty eyes–but Mike took that to mean he probably had pretty/attractive eyes. He felt strangely content at the knowledge that Will might like how he looked. Everyone wants their friends to think they’re attractive, right?
Oh, Will had said more after that… What had he said? Something about him being weird?
“I… uh, what?” he asked, pulling his mind away from the evidence he had been compiling that Will might actually think he was good looking.
“You wanted to tell me more, right? Or was that all? I just wanna know everything is okay, at least. You really were acting strange today.”
“Yeah, so… hmm.” Mike looked around, trying to formulate how he wanted to phrase it. Straight forward was probably his best course of action here, it was complicated enough without trying to rework it. “So, I get requests from people on the site, like I said. They will send me a toy, or an outfit they wanna see me in, or just request me to do stuff with the things I already own. And, I guess I’ve been a little distracted because I just got a message today that… he's offering to pay me seven thousand dollars to give a guy a blowjob.”
Will mouth went slack, eyebrows raised in surprise. “I’m sorry. Did you say seven. Thousand. Dollars?”
“Plus a generous tip, according to his last message.” Will’s eyes bugged even wider and Mike tried hard not to laugh at him. He reminded himself that to Will, that would mean quite a bit more than it ever had for Mike, who grew up never heaving to think about money, and always getting the expensive gaming system he wanted for Christmas.
“Holy shit,” Will whispered, eyes locked on a giant bottle of lube that was more than half empty sitting inside the drawer. “So, will you actually do it?” Mike shrugged.
“I mean, I've been keeping a savings account for when I no longer want to post videos anymore. It’s in decent shape right now, but this certainly wouldn’t hurt. Plus your birthday is coming up and I already know what I wanna get you.”
“Okay, first of all, my birthday isn't for another three months. And secondly, no. I know you’re thinking about getting me that car I’ve been looking at, and if you do I will literally never speak to you again.” Mike raised his hands up in surrender, knowing in the safety of his mind that he was absolutely still going to get him that car, or at least pay for the majority of it. It would be for both their benefits anyway, since they currently shared Mike's ugly bright red Honda that was about as reliable as a printer. “So, um, who are you going to… uh, do it with? You already have someone in mind?”
Mike shuffled his feet, crossing his arms. “I mean, I think I have an idea who to ask.” Will gave him a questioning look. “Uh, I know you don’t like him, but I was thinking of asking Eddie…” Will’s face instantly twisted into a sour expression, and the shorter looked down to brush nothing off his sweats to hide it.
“Oh… yeah that makes sense, I guess… You’ve always certainly… –liked him, quite a bit.”
He nodded, an amused smile tilting his lips at his friend's expected reaction. “What’s your deal with Eddie anyway? He likes you just fine. And he gets us the best weed. Also, did you know he's from Hawkins? I didn’t know until our last session.”
Will shook his head, flattening his expression before shrugging stiltedly. “You know he has a crush on you, right?” Mike was genuinely taken aback by that. Surely, there was no way that was true. But even if it was, why would Will hate the guy for a simple crush?
He felt himself laugh.
“That’s definitely not true. But if it is, I mean, all the more likely he’ll say yes to me.”
Now it was Will’s turn to look shocked. “What? You have to be kidding? He’ll catch even stronger feelings for you after -having sex with you! You don’t want that to happen, I assume.”
“Eh, I don’t really believe you, to be honest. And what does it matter, he knows I’m straight. It’s not like I’m leading him on. Maybe he’ll see how bad and inexperienced I am with my mouth and get the ick,” he joked, but his friend seemed to be too deep in thought to find his joke funny.
“No. I don’t think you should ask Eddie. Who else are you considering?”
“Uh, no one. I want it to be someone I know, someone I can trust not to tell everyone on campus. I don’t really know anyone else that would fit.”
Will nodded, biting at his finger nails, brows downturned as he lost himself in thinking up a replacement. Mike thought he would still probably just ask Eddie. Will was crazy if he truly thought the man had feelings for him, and that if he did it would stop him from asking. “What about Lucas?”
Mike’s eyebrows hit his hairline, smile teasing. “Lucas? Our best friend, Lucas Sinclair, who has a girlfriend that he is so loyal to, refused to kiss you on the cheek when Max dared him to last week? You’ve had too much to drink, dude.”
“Okay, true. So what about Dustin?” Mike couldn't hold back the roll of eyes at the suggestions. Will must really believe Eddie would fall in love with him over some head if he was throwing out such names.
“Will, he would laugh in my face if I asked him. Jane would too. Actually, Jane would find a way to end up watching from the sidelines and criticizing every move I made on her precious little nerd.”
“Yeah probably. But, I mean who else? I-I guess I could help you.”
He felt his teasing smile fall at once, heart stuttering a couple times before it began to pound hard and rhythmically. His chest was suddenly heaving and his stomach tightened and fluttered. “What?” he asked quietly. He must have misunderstood what Will meant by that. Surely he wasn’t saying what Mike thought he was saying.
“I know it would be kinda weird, but I don’t have a boyfriend anymore, so that’s not an issue like it would be for Dustin or Lucas. Plus if I help you, I’ll get a little bit of the money, right?”
Okay, so that is exactly what he was saying. That Mike could give him a blowjob for his site. What. The. Fuck.
It wasn't like Will wasn't the first person he had thought to ask when he'd gotten the request, but he never expected Will, the same guy that didn't touch Mike unless the other man initiation it, to fucking volunteer himself.
“Well, yeah, of course you'd get money for it. But I’m not going to make you do porn with me for money, Will. Just accept the goddamn envelope I've been trying to give you since September.” Will turned towards Mike’s bedside table, picking up the fidget toy that was laying there, just for something to do.
“I’m not taking your pity money, Mike. And you wouldn't be making me do anything. I offered.” He paced back and forth between the table and the bed, hands wringing together around the fidget. “And think about it, you wouldn’t have to be worried about someone you don’t trust telling anyone, or like, being weird about it or anything. I think it could work…”
“It’s not fucking pity money, you asshole, and...I… I don’t know, I–” Mike shut himself up, desperately trying to move his mind from the images of him on his knees for the Will Byers (his best friend since preschool and his favorite person he’d ever known) that his brain was suddenly supplying him with in excruciating detail.
Will stopped his movements suddenly, bringing his hands up to cover his face. “No. I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize how weird that would be for you.” His hands fell heavily at his sides, cheeks splotched an uneven red. “Having your gay friend do that… yeah–I’m dumb. Forget I said anything.”
“No, wait. I–I…you're not just my ‘gay friend’, Will. You’re my best friend. I mean, as long as you were okay with it, I actually think it would work pretty well. I feel comfortable with you, you know. I trust you. And you’d get some money for the new car… I… I do want your help. If you’re willing.” Mike had no idea why his mouth was still running. This was a terrible idea.
Since middle school, he knew Will was different to him than any of his other friends. He felt more deeply about Will–that had been clear since the night Will went missing. But, just because he could recognize this didn’t mean he knew why Will was different from the others. He just was. He always had been.
Mike loved all of his friends, but with Will, there was always a deeper type of feeling he could never quite place just under the surface there, hidden behind layers of tissue and sinew all over his entire body. He could feel it when he was with Will, or when he thought about him. It shifted under his skin when he moved, an odd pressure when he pushed on it, but he didn’t recognize it from its undefined shape, buried too deep for him to ascertain. Maybe if he was more insistent in his prodding he would be able to figure it out, but he was happy with things as they were. It didn’t matter to him what was different about Will, because he had him. Will wasn’t going anywhere, and Mike was content with the way things were.
But there was a growing feeling in him that was afraid of what would happen to them if he had Will in such an intimate way. And it wasn’t because Will was gay and he was worried his friend would develop feeling for him or anything–he was sure of that. He wasn't so self important that he thought just because Will was gay that he would like Mike. And he didn’t care that Will was gay, never had. In fact, when the kid came out to him in high school, he’d been really happy. At the time, he figured it was because he finally had a reason to be rude to all the obnoxious girls that constantly hit on Will at school.
And to be honest, anytime his brain tried to bring up why he hated those girls for him to process, he batted it away like a cat with anything that dared scurry in its line of sight. It just didn’t seem important. He was protective of Will, always had been, even before Will was taken. And girls could be fucking mean. No further research needed.
He wasn’t sure why he felt hesitation about Will volunteering himself–he liked making Will feel good. Of course he’d never pleasured the man sexually, but it wasn’t that crazy of an escalation from the cuddling and stuff they did. It was just a simple blowjob between bros. They didn’t need to kiss or anything. It was casual. They did more intimate things late at night while they watched movies, running their hands through each other's hair, down their backs, little comforting massages that were the result of their trauma from being separated with no way to know if the other was okay when they were young.
And as he thought about it, it really was his best bet; Will wouldn’t tell anyone, he’d get some much needed money, and no one else in the party ever had to know about his videos.
Will was looking at him curiously when his thoughts finally began to untangle, so he forced a small smile onto his lips, hoping now more than anything that Will would say yes.
“Are you sure?” the shorter man asked. “I totally understand if you want to go with someone else, and I’ll help you with it, if you wanted. Even if you wanted to choose Eddie, I won't be weird about it or anything.”
“I mean, yeah. I’m sure. But I only want it if you do.”
“Well, I only want it if you do...”
“...Great, so we’re on the same page. I’ll blow you on camera, and we’ll both get an ass load of money for it. Easy.”
The brunette pressed his lips together briefly. “Don’t say ‘ass load’ in front of that,” he pointed at the drawer of dildos, and Mike felt a genuine laugh tear itself from his chest.
This would be fine. They were best friends, and nothing could ever change that. Everything would be just fine.