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The club was insanely packed. Music blared through the speakers as strobe lights ricocheted off the walls, bodies glistening with sweat and glitter pressed together until the room felt like it was breathing.
Will Byers had never seen anything like it.
He’d been to bars and gay clubs back in New York City, sure, but this was different. Louder. Brighter. More alive.
He wouldn’t have stepped foot into this place if it weren’t for his best friend since kindergarten: Mike Wheeler.
Mike had moved to Chicago for college while Will focused on his passion for art in New York City. Despite the distance, they’d never stopped being close. They called each other on weekends when work and classes allowed, filled envelopes with handwritten letters, and kept each other updated on everything.
The party also kept in touch. Dustin and Lucas were thriving at school, Max absolutely killing it at her internship. Everyone was doing what they had hoped and dreamt for themselves.
But it had always been different with Mike.
For as long as Will could remember, he’d been in love with his best friend. Quietly. Carefully. He told himself Mike would never feel the same, even after Mike admitted he might like boys too, not just girls.
That confession had cracked something open in Will. It gave him hope. Dangerous, fragile hope that maybe one day Mike could love him as more than just a best friend.
There were moments that felt like proof. Lingering looks. Soft teasing that edged into something warmer. A closeness that felt intentional. But it always ended the same way: another girlfriend, another meaningless hookup, and Will reminding himself not to read into things.
It was always girls, too. Mike had never once mentioned being with another guy. Sometimes Will wondered if Mike was even into men at all, or if that confession had been something said without fully meaning it.
Will had the hope back then that when Mike confessed to also liking boys, he meant liking Will, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Mike never acted upon anything beyond the typical flirty banter they had.
Still, back in high school, the flirting had felt real. Will could have sworn there were sparks—something mutual, something unspoken.
Even now, on the phone, Mike was always flirting. Not the easy, friendly kind either. It went deeper than that, carrying a warmth that made Will’s chest ache in ways he never quite knew how to name.
The last time they’d seen each other in person had been three months ago, over the summer. Mike had come out to visit Will in New York City. They’d spent nearly every day together. Will dragged Mike to all his favorite spots, showing him the city the way he experienced it, introducing him to pieces of his life Mike had only ever heard about over the phone.
Mike had seen Will’s dorm room, too. Had crashed there more than once. Will had even let him stay the night without anyone noticing, the two of them sharing the narrow bed like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Neither of them had talked about it afterward. But they had fallen asleep tangled together anyway. Will tucked against Mike’s chest, Mike’s arm wrapped around him securely, like it was always meant to be there.
Will hadn’t known how to feel about it at the time. It had happened so naturally, so spontaneously, that he hadn’t stopped it. Hadn’t even questioned it. He’d let himself sink into the warmth of Mike’s body because, deep down, he still wanted him. He always had. He longed for Mike to want him the same way—desperately, instinctively, without hesitation.
It wasn’t even the first time they’d shared a bed.
When they were younger, back in high school, sleepovers had ended the same way more often than not—one of them drifting off in the other’s bed, limbs tangled, comfort and safety.
The last time before college had been after graduation, right before they went their separate ways. Mike hadn’t been able to sleep that night. He’d wandered into Will’s room and climbed into bed beside him without a word.
Will had stirred awake, instantly recognizing the familiar warmth at his side. He hadn’t pulled away. He’d let Mike draw him closer, their legs tangling, their bodies fitting together like it was something they’d done a thousand times before.
They never talked about that either.
Will secretly loved it. Not just the closeness, but who was close to him. It wasn’t just anyone in his bed. It was Mike. His Mike.
So when Mike came to visit him in New York City, when they went out drinking together and Mike was clearly more buzzed than Will, the shift hadn’t gone unnoticed.
Mike had been extra handsy that night. More than usual.
His hands slipped beneath Will’s shirt, fingers brushing bare skin. Normally, their closeness never went beyond arms draped over each other, legs tangled in familiar ways. Comfort. Habit. This was different.
That night, Mike’s touch wandered along Will’s ribs, the curve of his back, the sharp line of his hipbones—unhurried, exploratory, like he was memorizing him.
Will felt heat flood his body, embarrassment blooming as soft, involuntary sounds slipped past his lips. He leaned into it without thinking, eyes fluttering shut, heart pounding so hard he was sure Mike could feel it. His skin felt like it was on fire.
When Mike’s lips brushed along his jaw and down his neck, Will knew he was done for. The contrast of warmth against cool air sent a shiver through him, radiating everywhere at once. Will buried his face into Mike’s curls, their bodies pressed together, flushed and close.
“So pretty,” Mike murmured, his breath warm against his skin.
Will couldn’t speak. His throat went dry, words dissolving before he could even try to form them.
And just as Will thought Mike might keep going, it stopped.
Mike fell asleep, just like that his face was still tucked into the crook of Will’s neck, their bodies still molded together. As if nothing had happened at all.
Mike Wheeler had touched him in a way no one else ever had, and Will told himself it was only because Mike was drunk. That it didn’t mean anything.
He fell for it anyway.
And in that moment, he didn’t even care because it was Mike, and Will had wanted this for so damn long. For Mike to touch him like he was starved for.
Mike didn’t remember it the next morning. Or if he did, he didn’t show it. He was the same as always—playful, flirty, but he never touched Will like that again.
The nausea settled heavy in Will’s stomach, and he swallowed it down like he always did. Because that was what he was supposed to do.
Best friends touched each other all the time. Right?
Will took it all in as he stood there in the club. Bodies packed tightly across the floor, people moving to the music blaring through the speakers. Strangers brushed past him without a second thought, hands grazing his arms, shoulders colliding. He felt out of place, like he did not quite belong in a room this bright and chaotic.
And yet his heart hammered in his chest, electricity racing through his veins. He felt alive like he never had before. Even though he was out of his element, maybe it was good to step out of his comfort zone.
And then he saw him.
Radiant. Beautiful.
Mike stood on the dance floor, sweat and glitter clinging to his skin, a black button up hanging open at the collar with two buttons undone, revealing his collarbone and the bare skin of his chest. Tight black jeans hugged his hips, moving with him as he danced.
God, he looked fucking magnificent.
Will had never seen him like this. So at ease. So confident. So devastatingly sexy, like he belonged exactly where he was.
Will himself had gone simple. A black shirt, dark washed jeans, his hair left slightly messy. A small silver hoop hung from one ear, catching the light whenever he moved. Something subtle. Something that felt like him.
Mike hadn’t noticed him yet.
Will stood frozen, unable to look away, watching the love of his life dance like no one else existed. Mike’s eyes were closed, his head tipped back, hips swaying effortlessly to the beat. There was something unreal about him in that moment, loose and glowing, completely unguarded. Ethereal.
Mike’s hand dragged slowly down his chest as he moved, humming along to the music while the strobe lights washed over his skin in flashes of blue and purple.
And Will could do nothing but watch. He was completely and utterly mesmerized.
Before Will could even move, a guy slipped up behind Mike, a hand settling on his shoulder. Mike’s eyes opened as he turned to look at him, a brief smile passing between them. A nod. An unspoken agreement. Then they were moving together, bodies falling into rhythm as if it were the easiest thing in the world.
Mike still had not noticed Will was there. How could he? The club was packed wall to wall, and Mike was fully in his element.
Will swallowed hard, jealousy sinking deep into his bones as he watched the guy press closer from behind, hips swaying in time with Mike’s, hands now settled on Mike’s hips like they belonged there.
Mike did not seem to care much that the guy was there at all. His eyes drifted closed again as he continued to dance, letting the music carry him.
Will’s stomach twisted. Mike had known he was coming, so it was not a complete surprise he was there. Still, part of Will wanted to turn around and leave, to tell Mike later that he could not find the club, that maybe they could just meet for coffee tomorrow instead.
The other part of him burned with something reckless and bold. It told him to walk up, to push the guy aside, to take his place.
Will wanted to be the one with his hands on Mike’s hips, fingers brushing against warm skin, bodies moving together as Mike pressed back into him.
This was Mike. The love of his life.
He couldn't just walk away after coming all this way. Not now. He wanted to be confident for once, to stop shrinking himself, to stop stepping aside and letting other people take the space he wanted.
And the space he wanted right now was next to Mike, bodies pressed together, claiming him for the night at least.
So that’s exactly what he did.
Will walked up to Mike and the guy, his heart thundering in his chest. Before he could second guess himself or turn away, he cleared his throat and set a hand on Mike’s shoulder.
“Mind if I cut in?”
That was all it took. Mike would have recognized his voice anywhere. His eyes flew open, surprise flashing across his face before his lips split into a wide, unmistakable grin.
“Will.” The way Mike said his name was warm and breathless, like he had been waiting for it. Like he needed to hear it.
He pulled away from the other guy without hesitation and wrapped his arms around Will, holding him close as if nothing else in the room mattered.
The guy behind Mike cleared stepped away, getting lost in the crowd between them. Good, he didn’t want the guy around Mike anymore anyway. The sting of jealousy had sat in his chest, but Will was here now. Mike was happy to see him.
Will instantly sank into Mike’s embrace, heat radiating between them. His eyes slipped shut as his arms wrapped around Mike’s waist, his face resting against his shoulder while Mike held him tight.
He relaxed almost immediately. Comfortable. Exactly where he was supposed to be.
“Hi, Mike,” Will breathed, his nose brushing against Mike’s shoulder as his fingers curled into the fabric at the back of his shirt.
Mike pulled back just enough to look at him, hands still firm on Will’s waist. His smile only widened. “Look at you. You look amazing.”
Will felt his cheeks warm as he ducked his head toward Mike’s neck, a soft giggle slipping out. “And so do you.” He let his eyes wander then, taking Mike in properly.
Up close, somehow, he looked even better.
Glitter was smeared across Mike’s eyelids, and Will nearly fell apart on the spot.
Mike Wheeler was wearing makeup. Will felt his knees threaten to give out. He looked absolutely breathtaking.
Before he could stop himself, Will lifted his hand to cup Mike’s face, his thumb brushing gently across his eyelid. “This looks so good, Mike.”
It was hard to tell under the purple and blue lights reflecting off his skin, but Will was almost certain he saw a blush bloom across Mike’s cheeks. Maybe it was the alcohol. He had clearly been drinking tonight.
“Thanks, Will.” Mike flashed him a wide grin before his hand drifted up, fingers catching Will’s earring and letting it dangle lightly between them. “And this? This is hot.”
It was Will’s turn to feel his cheeks warm. He flashed Mike a grin. “I thought so too,” He glanced around the room for a moment before looking back at him. “Get me a drink and let’s dance?”
Mike grinned in response, already reaching for Will’s hand and threading their fingers together as he led him through the crowd toward the bar. The simple contact sent a jolt through Will’s skin, his heart beating faster as adrenaline rushed through him.
They stood side by side, shoulders brushing, as Mike leaned comfortably against the bar and ordered them tequila shots with an ease that made it clear he had done this many times before.
Will didn’t usually drink much unless he was out with friends or trying to let himself loosen up. Tonight felt like one of those nights. Maybe the alcohol would help calm the nerves buzzing beneath his skin, the way every accidental touch and every brush of Mike’s arm made him feel unsteady.
The bartender slid the shots across the counter. Mike grabbed them immediately, handing one to Will while holding his own. “Here’s to the best night of our lives.”
Will nodded, a wide grin pulling at his lips. “Hell yeah.” He clinked his glass against Mike’s before tipping it back, the burn of the liquor hitting his throat all at once.
He tried not to wince. Strong liquor had never really been his thing.
Mike laughed as he finished his shot easily, setting the glass down on the bar. He was clearly already buzzing, energy humming through him as he moved like he belonged here, like this was his natural habitat.
“Come on,” Mike said, jerking his head toward the dance floor. “You owe me a dance.”
Will barely heard him at first. All he could focus on were Mike’s lips, still glossy from the tequila, pink and parted and unfairly distracting. He wondered, briefly and dangerously, what it would feel like to have them on his.
He shook himself out of it, cheeks flushed as he nodded. He hoped Mike had not noticed him staring, and had not realized how obvious he was being. He was literally eye-fucking him since the second he saw him.
Mike did not give him time to overthink it. He pulled Will back onto the dance floor and straight into his chest, their bodies fitting together with ease. Will’s gaze drifted down to the exposed skin from where his shirt was unbuttoned and all he could think about was how impossibly perfect he looked, how badly he wanted to press kisses against every inch of him.
There was no way one shot had done this to him. Still, he could not help wondering if Mike knew how devastatingly breathtaking he was.
Mike lifted Will’s chin gently, fingers resting beneath his jaw until they were eye to eye. His gaze held Will’s, dark and intent, before he leaned in close, lips brushing Will’s ear, breath warm and heavy. “I’m so glad you came.”
The words, the closeness, the feel of his breath sent a shiver racing down Will’s spine. He leaned into Mike without hesitation, arms sliding up to wrap around his neck as their bodies began to move together, swaying in time with the music blaring through the speakers.
Will had never heard the song before, but it hardly mattered when his best friend was pulling him flush against his chest, hands settling firmly on his hips as Mike pressed his front into Will’s back and began to move with him on the dance floor. “Me too.” Will breathed out, his stomach filling with butterflies.
Will’s cheeks burned red, heat pooling low in his stomach as Mike’s grip tightened. He swayed his hips in time with the music, breath hitching as the crowd melted away around them. He lifted his arms and wrapped them around Mike’s neck, gently tugging him down until their foreheads rested together, their lips so close he could feel Mike’s breath.
Mike’s grin was wide and unguarded as they moved together effortlessly. Glitter caught the light on his cheeks, sparkled across his eyelids. They hovered there, suspended in the moment, neither of them closing the distance.
The music thundered through the room, bodies packed tightly around them, lights flashing across the walls. None of it mattered. There was only this. Only them. Like no one else existed.
Will’s skin glistened with sweat as his body moved against Mike’s, electricity racing through his veins when Mike’s hands slid slowly beneath the hem of his shirt. The fabric clung to him as fingers traced along his bare skin, warm and unhurried.
A shiver ran down Will’s spine as Mike’s touch lingered, his back pressed firmly into Mike’s chest while their hips continued to sway together. Will lifted a hand, threading his fingers through Mike’s messy curls, holding him there like he belonged.
Will had never felt anything like this. It was euphoric in every possible way. Their bodies moved together effortlessly, fitting like pieces meant to lock into place.
He felt Mike bend slightly because of the difference in their heights, his lips brushing against the back of Will’s neck. The contact was barely there, just a ghost of warmth against his skin, but it sent a sharp shudder through him.
“Will,” Mike murmured. “Come with me to the bathroom? Please?”
There was something in his voice that made Will’s breath catch. It sounded like need. Like urgency. Like he was desperate to get Will away from the dance floor and alone.
Will turned to face him, skin flushed and slick with sweat, heart pounding wildly in his chest. He nodded, lips curving into a dazed smile. “Yeah. Sure. Okay.”
Mike’s mouth tilted into a subtle smirk before he grabbed Will’s hand and pulled him through the crowd.
Will would follow him anywhere. Absolutely anywhere.
They pushed through dancing bodies, Will bumping into people who barely seemed to notice as they made their way across the club. When they reached the single stall restroom, Mike tugged him inside and locked the door behind them.
Will’s breath caught as they stood facing each other in the tight space. He took Mike in, every detail burning itself into his mind. He had never seen him like this. So confident. So undeniably sexy. Will had always thought Mike was attractive, but seeing him like this, comfortable and glowing in his own skin, made it almost unbearable.
His heart raced as he stood there biting on his bottom lip.
That unbuttoned shirt was going to be the death of him. Mike looked impossibly pretty, impossibly kissable. Will wanted to press his lips against the exposed skin at his collarbone, against his chest, everywhere.
Mike caught him staring, a sly smirk tugging at his mouth. “Like what you see, Byers?”
Will’s cheeks burned crimson, his breathing uneven and shallow. He was not even sure when he had started breathing so hard. Maybe it was the adrenaline. Maybe it was the way Mike Wheeler was looking at him like that. Mike had caught onto him staring and couldn’t help it.
“Yeah,” Will admitted softly. “Absolutely. You look fucking radiant.”
Mike’s grin widened. “Enough to kiss me?”
Will’s heart slammed against his ribcage. They had flirted before, sure. But not like this. This felt dangerous in the very best way.
If they kissed, it could ruin their friendship forever. But it was also something Will had wanted since the day they became friends. He had carried this crush for as long as he could remember, quietly dreaming about what it might feel like to finally kiss Mike Wheeler.
Mike’s lips against his. The taste of him. Their bodies pressed together like this was what they had been moving toward all along. Will had been waiting for this moment for so damn long that not kissing him almost hurt.
So he let the confidence take over. He let the alcohol humming through his veins dull the fear just enough.
Will ran his tongue subtly over his lips before stepping closer, closer, until there was no space left between them. Their bodies pressed together, heat meeting heat. His hand lifted, settling against the exposed skin of Mike’s chest, fingers brushing over the warm bare skin. Heat radiated against their bodies as Mike pressed himself up against Will.
Mike’s breath hitched. His gaze dropped briefly to Will’s hand before lifting again, locking onto his eyes. Something dark and hungry flickered there. Mike licked over his own lips slowly, like he was savoring the moment.
Will had never wanted anything more than this in his entire life and he couldn’t believe this was happening.
He nodded, slow and deliberate, his voice low but steady when he spoke. “I wanna kiss you so bad, Wheeler.”
Mike’s mouth curved into a knowing smirk as his hand rose to cup Will’s cheek, thumb resting gently against his skin. Their eyes stayed locked, tension thick and electric between them.
“Then what are you waiting for?” Mike murmured. “Take what you want.”
That was all it took.
Will leaned up and pressed his lips to Mike’s in a desperate, breathless kiss.
It was everything he had ever dreamed of and more. Hungry. Messy. Pure, overwhelming bliss. Mike let out a soft groan against his mouth, and the sound sent a shiver straight down Will’s spine.
The knowledge that Mike could make a sound like that because of him made heat bloom low in Will’s stomach. He kissed him harder, more insistently, urgency taking over. Their mouths collided at first, teeth knocking together before they found a rhythm, lips moving in sync as if they were trying to make up for lost time.
Mike pushed Will back until his shoulders met the wall. One hand braced beside his head, the other settled on Will’s hip, fingers squeezing gently but possessively.
Will melted into it, heart racing, breath uneven, kissing him like he had been waiting his whole life to finally do it.
Their mouths moved together in desperate, perfect rhythm as Mike pressed closer, kissing Will deeper like he was starving for him. A soft, broken sound slipped from Will’s throat as he parted his lips instinctively, meeting Mike’s mouth and running his tongue along his.
Will’s arms came up around Mike’s neck, pulling him in until there was no space left to close. His fingers tangled in Mike’s curls, tugging just enough to make Mike groan into his mouth, the sound vibrating straight through Will’s chest.
Mike’s hand slid underneath the hem of Will’s shirt, fingers grazing over warm skin, along his ribs and down his back before his palm pressed firmly there, holding him in place. The touch sent heat flooding through Will, his whole body lighting up as he melted into it.
Mike was the one who finally pulled away, breath uneven, forehead resting against Will’s as they tried to steady their breathing. His body stayed close, keeping Will trapped against the wall. His eyes dropped to Will’s lips, swollen and flushed, and his thumb brushed over them slowly, reverently.
“Fuck,” Mike murmured, voice low and wrecked. “Look at you.”
His gaze lifted, dark and full of want as he leaned in again, lips brushing Will’s just barely. “You’re perfect, baby.”
The words hit Will harder than the kiss ever could. The pet name sent butterflies tumbling through his stomach, his cheeks burning as he stared at Mike, heart thudding wildly in his chest.
“Mike,” He breathed, a soft, breathless laugh slipping out as he glanced down for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
Mike’s eyes gleamed. “I think I do,” He murmured. “Because I’ve wanted the same thing for so long, Will.” He tucked his face into the crook of Will’s neck, pressing slow, open mouthed kisses against his skin. “So fucking long.”
Will let out a quiet whimper at the feel of Mike’s lips against his neck, eyes fluttering shut. His fingers slid into Mike’s curls, giving them a gentle tug. “Why didn’t you say anything?” He whispered.
“Because,” Mike said softly, kissing his way up Will’s neck to his jaw. “You’re my best friend. You’ve been my best friend since day one. I didn’t want to ruin that. Ever.” He brushed his lips over Will’s again, light and teasing. “But I can’t take it anymore. I need you.”
Will’s breath hitched. He kissed Mike once more before pulling back just enough to look at him, eyes wide and shining. “I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same.” His gaze dropped, fingers slipping to Mike’s shirt as he undid another button. “You have no idea how hard it’s been to be around you all these years and not just kiss the fuck out of you.”
Mike watched every movement, leaning instinctively into Will’s touch as his fingers brushed against bare skin. He licked over his swollen lips, eyes dark. “You should’ve done it,” He said quietly. “I would’ve kissed you back in a heartbeat.” His hand slid beneath Will’s shirt, tracing the curve of his back, warm and steady. “It’s been hard for me too. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
Will let out a breathy laugh, melting into the contact. “We could’ve done this sooner if we weren’t so goddamn afraid,” He undid another button, exposing more skin. “God,” He murmured, voice low. “Look at you. You look like a dream.”
Without thinking, Will leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly over the exposed skin of Mike’s chest.
Mike sucked in a sharp breath, head tipping back just slightly. “Will,” He breathed, voice rough, his grip tightening as the air between them turned heavy and charged.
Will couldn’t help it at this point. It wasn’t even the alcohol swimming through his veins. This is built up tension, desperation, pure need and want for so long. He didn’t want to hold back any longer. He needed Mike and wanted to show him that. He couldn’t believe that Mike felt the same way about him. They had wasted so much time without having this. But they were here now and that’s what mattered.
The party was still in full swing behind these walls and the only focus they had was on each other. Will dragged his tongue along his skin, moving both of his hands down to Mike’s hips to grip him even impossibly closer to his body.
And then that’s when he felt it. Mike was hard through the fabric of his jeans. Will pulled away once he felt it, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Mike you’re–”
Mike cut him off by leaning down to press a deep and urgent kiss to his lips. “Yeah,” He breathed against his lips. “This is what you do to me.”
Will couldn’t believe that he was able to turn on his best friend. He felt fucking superior and this only boosted the confidence within him. His fingers slowly undid the rest of the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest fully.
Will took in a sharp breath as his eyes scanned over Mike’s exposed chest. “So pretty.” Will breathed, chewing onto his bottom lip as he continued to stare.
Mike moved two of his fingers to place underneath Will’s chin to angle his head to meet his eyes. “You’re driving me crazy, Byers.”
Will flashed him a sly smirk, pushing his hips into his and the contact of their hips colliding sent a shudder running down his spine. “And that’s a bad thing?” He looked down at Mike with a widening smirk. “You drive me crazy too, Wheeler.”
Will felt himself hardening through the fabric of his jeans and suddenly their hardened lengths were pressing together with each rhythm of their hips pressing together causing both of them to gasp in surprise.
“Shit.” Mike cussed underneath his breath. Their breathing quickened as he moved his fingers down Will’s chest to tug onto the hem of his shirt. “Need this off. Now.” He demanded, his eyes filled with lust and desire.
Will nodded slowly and tugged his shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor. Any insecurity he might’ve felt vanished the second Mike’s eyes softened because this was Mike. His Mike.
He reached for him in return, sliding Mike’s shirt from his shoulders and letting it join the growing pile at their feet. Mike pulled him in without hesitation, closing the distance until their bare chests pressed together, warm and grounding.
Will’s breath hitched at the contact, at how natural it felt, like this was exactly where he’d always been meant to be.
Mike took in a sharp breath, their hips colliding together and pressing their lengths together through the fabric of their jeans. Will gasped at the friction, throwing his head back in pure ecstasy.
Will had never felt this way before and was loving every moment of it. He didn’t want it to end.
“Wanted you for so long.” Will whimpered as he leaned forward to press open-mouthed kisses to the crook of Mike’s neck, running his tongue along his skin before sucking into the skin hard enough to leave a pretty love bite.
Mike pressed closer, his body flush against Will’s, and a soft, breathy sound escaped him. Will’s chest rose and fell quickly as he leaned into Mike, shivering at the closeness, their hearts racing together.
He ran his tongue along the pretty mark against his skin, proud of the art he created like a canvas he couldn’t wait to work on.
Will’s fingers threaded through Mike’s curls, tugging gently as if to anchor him in place. Their breathing mingled, hearts hammering in time as every brush of lips, every press of their lengths pressed together through the barrier of their jeans sent sparks of electricity racing through them.
Mike’s hands gripped Will’s hips, holding him flush against his body. His eyes met Will’s, dark and intense, full of the same ache and want that had been building for years.
“God, Will,” Mike murmured, voice low and strained, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this too.”
Will felt like he was high up in the clouds with no intention on coming down. He couldn’t get over this feeling. He had wanted it for so long that he almost felt himself on the brim of tears from not only how good it felt, but from how he wanted it for so damn long.
‘I’m not gonna last,” Will let out a breathy laugh. He kept Will trapped against the wall, their hips colliding and Mike’s length rubbing against Will’s.
It was messy and euphoric and Will was loving every second of it. He pressed kissed against his collarbone before pressing kisses back up to his neck and jawline. “Then do it. Come on, baby.” Mike breathed out, intentionally picking up speed of his hips.
Will took in a sharp breath, his moans growing louder. Thank god the music was blaring through the speakers outside these four walls because they couldn’t contain the sounds that escaped their mouths.
Will had wanted this for so fucking long. He dreamt of it. Wondered what it would be like to be kissed, touched, wanted by Mike Wheeler.
Their lips pressed together again, messy and full of spit, foreheads pressed together as their bodies continued to press together.
“Oh god.” Will cried out, his head throwing back and eyes closing as he felt himself let go. Every part of his body felt like it was on fire. The familiar heat pooled in his stomach as he leaned forward, pressing his face against the crook of Mike’s neck, moaning against his skin as he rode his erotic high.
Mike moaned as he held him close to his chest, his hands rested against Will’s hips to give them a firm squeeze. “So pretty, so good for me.” Mike spoke gently, using the pad of his thumbs to caress his skin.
Will found it hard to catch his labored breathing, he pulled away slightly to look up at Mike through hazy eyes. “Did I just–”
Mike let out a soft chuckle, nodding his head. He leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Yeah, it was fucking hot.”
He felt Mike against his thigh, moving his hand down to press his palm against it, feeling it throb against his hand through the fabric of his jeans. “Can’t go back to the party without getting you off now can we?” Will looked up at him with bright eyes.
Mike nodded his head slowly, taking in a deep breath when he felt Will’s palming him through his jeans. “Y-yeah,” He stammered. “Won’t last long.”
Will flashed him a grin, still feeling like he was riding his euphoric high. He gripped him repeatedly through the fabric. Watching Mike’s head fall backwards, his eyes slipping closed and his lips parting to let out a whiny moan was maybe the hottest thing he had ever seen in his entire life.
He pressed his hand a little tighter against him and that’s when he felt Mike’s hips jerk forward “Will, oh I–”
Will watched Mike release the high through his entire body, his head leaning forward now against Will’s shoulder and a soft grunt to escape his throat.
And that was the hottest thing Will had ever fucking seen.
Mike let out a breathy laugh as his body finally came down from the euphoric haze. He lifted both hands to cup Will’s face, peppering soft, lingering kisses across his lips. “You are fucking amazing.”
Will grinned, leaning in to return the kiss. “And so are you,” He pressed another gentle kiss to Mike’s mouth before pulling back slightly. “We should probably head back to your dorm so we can, you know, wash up.”
Mike laughed softly, nodding as he reached for Will’s hand and laced their fingers together, giving them a gentle squeeze. “You gonna spend the weekend with me, Byers?”
Will rolled his eyes playfully and nudged his shoulder. “After that? I would hope so,” He said with a quiet laugh. “So what now?”
Mike flashed him a wide grin. “Go on a date with me. Tomorrow, maybe, if you’re not busy?”
Will squeezed his hand, nodding as warmth spread across his cheeks. “I’m here to see you, silly. Of course. I’d absolutely love to.”
“Good,” Mike said brightly. “Because I’m not letting you leave. Not now, not ever. I love you, Will.”
Will let out a soft giggle and leaned in to kiss him again. “Wouldn’t dream of it. I love you too, Mike. So much.”
And so they made it back to Mike’s dorm, still buzzing with euphoria, hands never quite letting go of each other like they were afraid this might all disappear if they did.
They showered and crawled into bed together, limbs tangling easily, like they’d done this a thousand times before. Will fit against Mike’s chest perfectly, his head tucked beneath Mike’s chin as strong arms wrapped around him, holding him close and steady.
For the first time in a long while, Will felt safe. Wanted. Chosen.
He had wanted this for so long.
Mike pressed a gentle kiss into Will’s hair, his hand rubbing slow, comforting circles into his back. Will’s breathing evened out, his fingers curling into the fabric of Mike’s shirt as sleep slowly claimed him.
They fell asleep like that, wrapped up in each other, hearts full and finally at rest.
Whatever came next could wait.
Tonight, they had this. And it was everything.