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Sitting on the couch in the Wheeler basement while watching a movie with his boyfriend, Will found himself in a spontaneous and pleasant predicament.
Soon the movie would be only a forgotten backdrop, little was he aware. He was used to Mike being touchy, but things were about to take a turn for the erotic out of absolutely nowhere per Mike being set in a mood. Not an unusual occurrence by any means. Mike was so often the initiator.
It started with a drifting hand, laid passively over his thigh. At first he thought little of it, until it drifted up an inch, two fingers tapping him twice on the inner thigh as if for attention.
Will paused, diverting from the film to look at the other with a half lidded side eye of intrigue, only for Mike to give a light squeeze, moving his hand up ever so slightly. Will shuddered, catching up fast.
"Can I touch you?" Mike whispered, giving a pointed glance into Will's lap.
"Who's home?" Will's gaze flitted to the stairs.
"Just dad, and he's asleep as usual."
Will sucked a breath through his nose, leaning back into the couch. "Okay. Yeah, you can."
Ted never posed a privacy threat, he was too apathetic to be nosy. Unlike Karen . That woman would pop up from nowhere sometimes. She'd nearly walked in on them once– just kissing at least.
They'd still been afraid to do anything in Mike's house since. Usually it was at Will's or out in Mike's car somewhere. Karen always spared many odd looks when they'd disappear together at random.
Despite being clueless Ted would still, however, drive Mike nuts these days in other ways. He was always pestering him to move out, go to "real college", "cut that mop off your head", "stop dressing like a slob".
The kind of micropolicing normative bullshit that drove Mike batty. As if being 21 still living at home with them makes him a total leech, even while paying his part of bills and making a fair income. Good ol' juvenoia.
Needless to say, Mike didn't give two shits about respecting his father as "head of household" at this point, if he ever had. He was practically waiting to be inevitably kicked out right onto the Byers-Hopper doorstep. He kind of hoped for it, honestly.
He'd considered asking them to move in before anyway. They wouldn't just let him go without or feel abandoned, he knew that much. He and Will had both been saving up, too. In hopes of finding a place for themselves alone . His dad wouldn't be helping, even if Karen had kept him from booting Mike for now. Mike wished they'd just get a damn divorce.
He wasn't thinking of this now though, his only thought of his more irritating family members at the moment was a relief in their absence. He simply loved to be alone with Will, finding mischief in hiding in the basement for this.
Mike traced his hand up Will's thigh, gently palming him through his jeans. Will caught his breath, biting back a soft sound. In very little time Will's body began to respond, trapping him in the confines of his pants more with each touch.
"Shit-" He hissed, arching slightly into the pressure.
"If I didn't know any better I'd say you're excited about my dad being asleep upstairs." Mike teased, smoothing his hand over the already forming tent in his pants.
"Sue me. Like you're not already getting off on it too. Pretty hypocritical, babe." Will huffed, sighing shakily as Mike's touch grew heavier.
Mike took a moment to find it funny that Will only ever calls him shit like "babe" when he's being sarcastic.
Mike leaned in, latching onto the other's neck as he worked loving circles into the point of heat and tension pressed firmly against his palm. "Mm. But you admit– it is kinda hot."
Will laughed, rolling his eyes despite leaning into the touch more.
"How much do you think we could get away with? He's got the perception of a drunk sloth even when stone sober I swear." Mike asked, his voice lilting playfully near the other's ear.
"Wanna find out?" Will groaned, shuffling in place ever so slightly.
"Absolutely." Mike grinned deviously, tugging Will's zipper down.
"This okay?"
"Fuck, yeah." Will replied, giving a breathless laugh. He then took a deep breath, watching in enamour as the other freed him from his underwear.
Will wiggled to help get them down, and Mike spit in his own hand, reaching to stroke him without hesitation as Will settled back in place.
Mike patiently worked the other into an increasingly flustered state, watching closely through his lashes. He encouraged Will with a firm touch, coaxing the ever building pressure at a steady pace.
"Ah-" Will choked down the sound he almost let out, settling on a soft gasp and arching his hips.
Mike giggled under his breath. "God it's fun to tease you."
Will couldn't be bothered to retort, losing himself in the feeling. "I can't believe we're doing this–" He murmured in disbelief, yet laughed breathlessly as if thrilled.
"Stop me anytime." Mike replied, half teasing yet sincere as always. He knew Will wouldn't, but if he did he'd listen, of course.
"Don't you dare." Will joked back, panting softly as Mike drew his thumb slowly across the head, pulling a trail of precum.
Mike hummed smugly, sinking to his knees. Will's eyes widened slightly.
"What?" Mike batted his eyes playfully, pressing a kiss dangerously close to the jackpot on the front of his hip. Will winced, sucking in a sharp breath.
Mike wasted little time then, diving for the prize with a single motion of his head. Will groaned weakly, clapping a hand over his own mouth. Mike laughed low in his chest, making Will jerk.
"Ugh- the shit I let you get away with." Will murmured shakily, exasperated and sexually frustrated. He sank a hand into Mike's hair, gently grinding to meet his mouth in practiced motions. Mike made a pleased sound at this, sinking closer and earning a gasp from Will.
"Look at you…just begging to get caught." Will teased, lolling his head back.
Mike moaned quietly and sighed through his nose, another sound resembling a laugh bubbling from his chest as he curled his tongue pointedly. This earned a hiss and a light hair tug from the other, and Mike groaned at the pull, humming as if only encouraged by it.
He focused all attention to this task, on the pressure, the little teases, controlled breaths. All the while, Will cautiously guided him by the hair and rocked into his mouth as they'd practiced more than once now.
"I mean really Mike, what would you even do if he found you sucking your best friend's dick on his basement couch?" Will scolded teasingly while stroking his hair, going with the scenario despite knowing the risk was astronomically low. Mike moaned quietly, bobbing eagerly with little show of stopping.
"You can't help yourself, can you?" Will crooned, whining his hips with a measured patience.
Mike let out a pleased whimper, eyes rolling closed as he relaxed and simply let Will take control.
"You just love this…" Will murmured fondly, earning an enthusiastic hum of confirmation as Mike cracked an eye to look up at him smugly.
"And not an ounce of shame left for it. God, you're lovely." Will praised, tenderly swaying his hips in time as he sank his other hand into Mike's hair as well.
He drew Mike away from himself then, panting with the effort of self discipline. "You wanna be really crazy?" Will prompted, smirking.
Mike licked his lips. "Do tell."
"You have stuff here, yeah?"
"Mhmm."
"Go get it." Will suggested, flicking his eyes to the stairwell.
Mike practically bounced up the stairs in his haste, making Will laugh and bite his lip.
Mike crept up to his room and quickly retrieved what they'd need in a backpack for discretion. Thinking ahead, he tossed a few spare clothes in as well. He then quickly peeked into the living room at his snoring dad as he passed through before returning to Will in the basement.
"Your idea-...?" Mike asked enthusiastically, taking the stuff out as he got down the steps.
Will beckoned him over, sitting on the couch still. "I take it you're comfortable with this going all the way?" Will prompted, having to be sure.
"Fuck, yes ." Mike bit his lip, smirking.
"Okay so what we're going to do-...is this." Will clicked on the radio to a random rock station, turning it up for cover.
"Out here or in there?" He pointed to the basement bathroom, which technically offered an extra layer of privacy protection.
"Out here. I'm literally not worried about him. He won't move for a good while. Still out cold, just checked." Mike smirked, tugging Will in by the collar of his shirt as he climbed into his lap.
"Top or bottom?" Will prompted, licking his lips.
"Bottom." Mike answered so quickly that Will almost laughed.
"Mm. It's so exciting for you to really lean into your faggotry when you're under your daddy's roof, huh?" Will teased, making Mike laugh.
"Shut up–! I have never in my life called anyone daddy and I am not about to start."
Will giggled. "Your daddy issues are still showing."
"You're one to talk." Mike rebutted.
"At least I admit I've got 'em."
Mike chuckled softly, shuffling closer. Will nudged his side and kissed his neck, tugging the other's sweatpants down just enough.
"Ready?"
"Mm. Someone's eager." Mike wiggled closer. "Ready."
"And you're sure your mom and Holly won't be returning soon?"
"Mhmm- promise. No nosy mom." Mike sighed pleasantly.
Will poured some lube into his hand, biting Mike's neck lovingly as he wrapped an arm around him and gently pressed two fingers inside from behind.
They'd done this too recently for starting at one to be necessary. Will almost wondered if Mike had pre-prepped today because it was so easy, though. Mike gasped, relaxing into the touch and pressing back into Will's hand eagerly.
"You're adorable. Goading me into getting off with you a room away from your dad for kicks? Just too much." Will teased, sucking a tender bruise into his throat. Mike moaned softly into his own fist as Will's fingers quickly found his prostate with a familiar motion.
"Mmh-!...You love it too, don't lie." Mike rebutted breathlessly, rocking into the other's hand. The couch creaked softly with motion, and every sound it made added to Mike's growing sense of excitement. Will added a third after only a brief adjustment, finding to his delight that there was little resistance.
"So relaxed for me. You're so good. Did you prep earlier?" He murmured into the other's neck, curling his fingers pointedly to earn a sharp muffled keen.
Mike buried the sound in his hand and nodded, biting down with effort of restraining himself. "M-mhm."
Will clicked his tongue. "Cute."
Mike's free hand clawed at Will's shoulder, nails digging firmly with effort. Will groaned, feeling himself twitch in response to the sting.
Will returned his focus to Mike's neck all while gently working him open, only to alert as Mike shifted to shove him back against the couch with a playfully rough hand.
"Hold tight, pretty boy. I'm ready ." Mike announced smugly, shuffling to get his pants all the way off. Will chuckled, watching in endeared amusement and arousal.
Mike planted a light kiss to Will's nose as he crawled back into his lap, grabbing the bottle that lay nearby.
He stroked Will again momentarily, ensuring enough fluids involved to prevent resistance. He then moved forward, settling onto him with a pleased whine. The sound was thankfully mostly concealed behind the convenient cacophony of Led Zeppelin playing in the background.
"God, Mike–" Will took him by the hips, grinding up to meet him with purpose. Mike put a hand over his own mouth, making a sound between a moan and a giggle as he found his pace. He gently bounced in the other's lap, using his free hand to brace with his shoulder.
Will guided him along eagerly, watching with heavy eyes as he cupped his hands around the other's rear for leverage. "That's it–"
Mike rode along with abandon, hardly even minding the creaking of the couch as he rocked into Will's lap enthusiastically. He made a choked sound, hitting his prostate.
"Mmph– fuck…" He sighed, fluttering around the other's length.
Will winced, groaning deep in his chest. " How are you this perfect?" He praised, burying his face against the other's neck.
Mike laughed softly, huffing with effort as he sped up. He angled, arching his back as he chased that point of heat he felt building inside. "Nnh, Will–"
Will grasped tighter, leaning to roll his hips pointedly. This earned a barely muffled sound, immediately stifled by Mike biting down on his shoulder. Will groaned, bucking as this only encouraged him.
Mike grinded along enthusiastically, his motions smooth and measured but not exactly patient as he helped himself. Will could only enjoy the show, eyes lingering on the other's every other move and expression within his range of view.
"You're so good…" He muttered softly, anchoring his grip more tightly before guiding the other along with firmer and rougher movements. Mike choked back a series of gasps, a hand held tightly over his own mouth still as he restrained the urge to keen like an animal.
Will migrated a hand to Mike's front, stroking him along in time with the rolls of his hips. Mike caved, leaning back with a barely withheld moan. Will clapped a hand over his mouth lightly, tutting under his breath.
"Shh. Shhh-...so noisy. You really do wanna get caught or something." Will half-teased, not slowing in his delectably cruel pace despite his words.
Mike panted with desperation, gasping between every other stroke and thrust, bouncing in Will's lap with a receptively arched spine.
"You're so not helping." Mike finally replied, his voice strained. Will laughed, a low and darkened tone.
"Think you're close? You seem…worked up." Will asked, his inflection curious and endeared.
"Mm– Mhm." Mike stuttered, rocking with an increasingly sporadic urgency.
"Gonna come for me already?" Will encouraged, stroking the head of Mike's erection pointedly as he bucked his hips. Mike made a strangled noise, eyes rolling.
" So close." Mike replied, speeding up again as Will focused on stroking while Mike took the lead on the pace once more. The couch creaked in protest, falling on unhearing ears.
"That's it– chase it. I wanna see." Will praised, ever so slightly tightening his grip for a moment to earn a low moan from the other.
Suddenly that searing sensation Mike had come to love so much finally snapped forth from somewhere deep in his nervous system, sending a wave of bliss through him as he rode it out. He gasped repeatedly in waves, but managed to keep the volume down.
Will stroked patiently all the while, eyes glancing to take in the white streaks that soon began to dot his own shirt.
"God…what a mess." Will scoffed, groaning as Mike didn't stop.
"Not too sensitive yet?" Will asked, always concerned about over exertion.
"You haven't finished and I'm not in pain, so I'm not done." Mike insisted stubbornly, keeping up the same eager pace. Will could only make a cracked sound at the feeling as the other fluttered and clenched around him through waves of climax.
"Unh…keep that up and I'll be gone in no time– Just make sure you're not forcing it." Will breathed, grinding sharply in his own growing haste and urgency. The pressure was building, forming a tight pull in his chest.
Mike leaned in to kiss him deeply, pressing their bodies flush as he kept in time, encouraging Will forward to that edge.
Finally, with their lips locked and their bodies glued– Will felt that pressure break out, bursting inside of the other in rushes of heat. Mike groaned, enjoying the feeling just a bit too much as usual, slowly rocking through it as the excitement simmered down.
"Fuck, Mike ." Will laughed breathlessly, pulling him into an intensely locked kiss. Mike sighed through his nose, withdrawing his body but not his lips as they took a moment to ground themselves in the aftershock.
"I really hope you brought a solution for the mess, too." Will snickered, looking down at the smear on his chest.
Mike cleared his throat. "Yep- I thought ahead. Brought some backups."
Will kissed his cheek. "Mm. So clever."
While changing in the basement bathroom, Will crept up to wrap his arms around the other's middle, steadily planting kisses up his neck. "Miiiike…"
"Hmm?" Mike crooned in reply, foreseeing where this was headed as he paused, taking in the fact they both stood in only underwear.
"Wanna repay the favor? Think you've got it in you?" Will asked coyly, nudging Mike in the side.
"You want it?" Mike teased, gently pushing Will toward the counter to crowd him against the edge.
"Mhmm." Will smirked, sitting against the counter almost casually as he pulled Mike in for a kiss.
Mike reciprocated, sliding his hands down the other's chest to tease his fingers under the waist of his boxer briefs as they melted their lips together. Will leaned back on the counter, planting his ass and hooking a leg around Mike slightly to encourage him closer.
With a knowing laugh, Mike glanced up at the mirror. He got an idea, grabbing Will by the hips. "Trust me a sec?"
"Mm. Always." Will replied, going semi-lax in his hands as Mike rotated him and pushed him to bend over the counter. Will shuddered with understanding, spreading his thighs and planting his feet to brace. He let out a groan of interest as Mike ran a hand down his spine.
"Oh this is gonna be good ." Will murmured, taking in the view through the mirror.
"Think so?" Mike craned over his shoulder to kiss his neck, pressed hard against him through their underwear. "Be right back. We left the essentials."
Will took a deep, shaky breath at this and remained as he was left, pressed to the countertop in breathless anticipation. He sighed shakily, really taking in the surreality of the evening's events.
After retrieving the lube, Mike returned to his position behind the other, tugging the fresh underwear off and down. He then moved in, slicking his fingers without hesitation as he trailed kisses along Will's back.
With a shudder, Will arched his back receptively, watching in the reflection all the while. Insane how much a view could change everything.
Mike pressed a digit inside cautiously, giving a loving bite to the other's shoulder as he did so. Will felt the anticipation building, encouraging his body to open up and get on the same page.
He rocked into Mike's hand, whining under his breath at the view of Mike leaning over his shoulder to whisper. "Like what you see?"
"Nnh- No shit, Mike." Will managed to stammer a retort, even having the gall to roll his eyes. Mike could only laugh, adding a digit slowly before curling his fingers right into the other's prostate.
Will winced pleasurably, biting back the urge to let out a cry of surprise.
"Oh you fucker ." Will hissed behind a whimper, then he laughed despite himself. Mike groaned through a chuckle of victory.
"Ah ah, relax ." Mike teased, pushing on Will's back gently. Will melted at the touch, all sexually frustrated betrayal forgotten as he caved and let go.
Mike added a digit, spreading his fingers gently to test give.
"Mm… Oh –" Will slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes rolling shut briefly. Mike laughed smugly, holding a steady pace to ensure good prep.
"So noisy ." Mike parroted Will's previous comment, massaging his prostate intently.
Will whimpered uncontrollably, his back thrashing backward into an arch as he met the sensation halfway. "Oh Jesus, Mike–" He huffed, groaning into his hand as he quickly returned it to muffling his own loud mouth.
Mike snickered, deeply amused as he eased up. "Ready?" He asked sweetly, pausing.
"Mhm, yes–" Will uttered, pressing back enthusiastically as he propped up on his elbows.
Mike lined up, thrusting forward with a patient but firm pace. Will choked on a moan and bit his lip, taking in the view once more as he admired Mike looming behind him in the mirror.
Strands of hair damp with sweat clinging to his face and neck at funny angles, his pale freckled cheeks and shoulders flush with arousal– Will felt in awe of it.
All the best portraits of the Renaissance themselves couldn't compete with such a view. He could almost paint Mike like this himself, were he not so averse to immortalizing something so erotic for other eyes to possibly see.
After waiting a moment, Mike began to grind forward at a steady rhythm, rocking soft sounds of approval from Will's lips. He thought it might be a miracle that he managed to keep his volume down.
With a whine of Mike's hips and a firm press to Will's lower back, Mike found the angle he wanted, evoking a muffled cry from Will as he gently nailed his prostate.
"Mmh-! Mm.." Will bit his own fist, breathing hard through his nose.
Mike rocked forward slowly, barely even withdrawing as he massaged the spot with a teasing pace.
"Oh fuck you." Will hissed, throwing himself back into it despite his attitude. Mike giggled fondly under his breath, panting with effort as he worked himself carefully against the other's prostate with a practically memorized pattern of motion.
Will let out a breathy moan behind his hand, eyes rolling closed as he lost himself in rocking in synchrony with Mike's motions.
"Ah… ahh – s'good." Will stammered, eyes locking on Mike's figure behind him once more.
" You're good." Mike praised, gently reaching a hand to cup it over Will's mouth before pulling him in by the hips.
"So good."
He snapped cautiously forward once, hissing low with restraint as this made Will moan deeply against his hand.
Will clutched a hand over Mike's, their fingers intertwined over his own mouth as his other hand clutched the edge of the counter.
"See? Such a good boy." Mike concluded lovingly, once again pulling Will by the hips as he arched back to chase it. Mike then raised the pace, firmly pounding into the other's weak point as he teetered over the counter on shaky legs.
"Mmh- ffffuck." Will whimpered, very much muffled behind two hands. Mike kissed his shoulder, guiding him to lie forward with more weight on the countertop again.
"You're getting sea legs. Steady."
"Mm." Will complied by returning to resting on his elbows and stomach, letting out a trembling sign.
With the hand that had been helping hold Will up now free, Mike kept a hand over the other's lips while sliding the free hand to his front. He rocked into him all the while, keeping a relatively consistent pace as he began to stroke him ever closer to the precipice of that sweet oblivion.
Will turned to a puddle against the countertop, flattening as he could only spread his legs and throw himself back weakly in desperation. All the while Mike touched him lovingly, grinding along slow and steady inside as he worked his hand around Will's strained member.
"Think you can come for me and keep quiet?" Mike teased with adoration, bucking lightly against his prostate for emphasis. Will grunted softly, eyes closed in near-bliss.
"Mm. I'll-... I'll try." Will replied, bracing as Mike immediately returned to that firm pounding pace. Will made a choked sound as Mike once again cupped a hand over his mouth, clicking his tongue. "Hopelessly noisy."
"Nnh-" Will replied deftly.
Mike laughed softly, chasing the feelings as he wrapped his other arm as far around Will's front as he could, hooked for leverage as he thrusted forth. Will could only let out a series of weak, low moans buried behind Mike's hand as he grinded ever closer.
"Think you can come without me touching you?" Mike whispered, his lips hanging in a crooked dimpled smirk. Will made a breathy sound, a shiver running through him. "Mm. Nothing new–"
"Hah–... cheeky, aren't you?" Mike scoffed with an endeared expression as he kept up their pattern of motion. The look on his face made Will practically melt, earning a quiet and breathless giggle in reply as he practically trembled in Mike's hands.
Mike pressed flush to his back, one hand over his lips and the other hooked around his middle tightly as his speed crept from "urgent" to "railing".
Will cracked, a long choked moan rolling from deep in his chest as he tipped over the edge. Even without the touch, he caved flat on the counter and came with a force that winded him, moaning into the other's hand with thinly restrained abandon.
"God. I'm so relieved that dad's got some hearing loss right about now." Mike erupted into a laugh, shaking his head as he reached to touch Will after the fact.
Will whimpered, bucking into the touch as he quickly unraveled into a second wave and chanted blissfully into Mike's hand. He was muffled, but Mike could understand just fine anyway.
"Mm- Mike . Mi– Nnh-!"
Mike rolled to a slow stop as Will twitched and lightly seized through waves below, spilling a mess onto the floor as he caught his breath and slowly found his legs. With a heavy sigh, Will peeled himself off of the counter– only to almost immediately fall over on fawn legs.
Mike giggled, steadying him with an arm around him. "Here– sit down a minute."
Will sat up on the counter as Mike went about dealing with this new mess before bringing the spare clothes over to actually be worn this time.
After making sure neither themselves or the basement were crusted with any evidence, they settled on the couch to cozy up, redressed fresh and (mostly) clean.
Just as they crawled under blankets and Mike laid on top of Will, the basement door opened and Mike practically jumped off of Will like a Looney Tune at the sound.
"Michael?" Ted's voice rang down.
"Uh– yeah?" Mike asked, eyes wide. He exchanged a look with Will, who looked ready to die of laughter.
Ted stood oblivious at the door of the stairs, seeing absolutely nothing and calling down lazily from the very top. "You two still alive down there?"
"Uhm. Yep. Just working on a campaign. You know." Mike replied awkwardly, facepalming with annoyance.
"Alrighty then. Don't stay up too late. You have a job ." Ted then closed the door, leaving them alone.
Mike flipped the bird through a wall, hissing under his breath. "I'm off tomorrow, dipshit."
Will and Mike shared a knowing look, then burst out laughing in barely contained delight at how ridiculous that timing had been.
"Thank God it wasn't any sooner." Mike returned to the couch, crawling in on top of Will once more.
"He didn't even come down here– that's the funniest part. We could have been fucking and he may not have even suspected it because he just doesn't pay attention to anything ever ." Will giggled breathlessly, trying to keep his voice down a bit nonetheless just in case.
"He's clueless. It's absurd. I really thought he'd know by now. If he does, he refuses to acknowledge it first." Mike snickered, nuzzling in close. "Now mom I'm afraid may have some clues."
Will snorted. "Oh yeah. My bets on ''she knows and won't be an asshole about it to our faces but also feels weird about it and has some homophobic biases so she pretends it's not happening for as long as possible''. Your bets?"
Mike chuckled, shaking his head as he lay on the other's chest comfortably. "Yeah I think you nailed it."
After a time they heard some scuffling above their heads, and with that they quickly got up and made a bit of space.
"Ah, there she is." Will chuckled.
Mike rolled his eyes. "Speak of the devil–"
Will snorted, and just then the basement door opened.
"Mike? You down here? Ted told me Will is here, is he eating with us?" Karen was coming down, and Will swiveled to greet her with a small timid wave. "Uh, no that's alright Mrs. Wheeler. I'll be going home in a bit."
"Actually–" Mike piped in. "I'll be going with him. Joyce invited me." He bluffed casually, all too used to doing so.
For a microsecond Karen got a look of suspicion, but she said nothing and quickly fixed her face. "Oh, alright– tell her I said hello."
She then dipped back out of the basement, leaving the pair to hold in their nervous laughter behind her back as she left.
"She…knows, I think." Will chuckled softly. "You gonna tell her?"
"Maybe. I'm not sure." Mike shrugged, smirking.
"It's okay, I get the hesitation." Will tapped their shoulders together gently. "No pressure. I know you'd sing it from the rooftops if it couldn't get us killed, you telling them isn't about me. I won't get my feelings hurt if you don't want to."
Mike laughed softly. "You know me too well. I don't know, I might. Thanks though, I appreciate that." He leaned in to give Will a brief kiss before standing, grabbing his keys.
"Let's get out of here and go home."
"Home?" Will softened, smiling up at him.
"Yeah. Home." Mike nudged him fondly, leading the way out. "You're my home. So that's home."
Will's smile grew brighter as he followed close behind on the way, thinking contentedly of how he'd almost certainly fall asleep with Mike in his arms tonight. One of the perks of his mom being the least invasive mother on the planet in terms of his dating life. They certainly appreciated having at least one place where they could have some guaranteed privacy and agency.
Maybe soon Mike would get the guts to ask Joyce if she'd mind him moving in officially for a few months while he and Will save up. He pondered this as they got into the car, leaning over to sneak a quick kiss for the sheer thrill of having the audacity to risk being seen.
Will grinned, nudging his shoulder playfully. "Drive, loverboy."
Mike smirked, starting the car as he put on a teasing tone. "Yes, my liege. Right away."
Will turned up the radio as Don't Stop Me Now by Queen came on, bobbing and singing along happily as Mike beamed out the windshield at the road. Mike joined in, grinning all the way to his eyes.
He was so in love at that moment, hearing Will belting with the window rolled down, blowing his now somewhat shaggy hair in the breeze. Mike risked a glance for the breathtaking view, tearing his eyes back to the road after only a moment. For that second, with Will next to him goofing off as they always did– everything was perfect.