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Mike sets himself down on the bed beside Will, exhaling quietly. The house was silent - empty. They finally had time to themselves. Mike glances at Will, only to see his face blank and uncomfortable.
'Hey.. are you doing ok?' Mike urges, placing his hand on Will's, 'W-woah, you're freezing!' He recoiled slightly. Will always had a lower body temperature than Mike, but this was unexpected.
'It's fine, I feel alright.' Will dismissively assures Mike, 'Don't worry about it.' His teeth are chattering all the while. Mike's eyes meet Will's. He can tell that he's lying.
'No, you are really cold.' Mike darts around his room, searching for extra blankets and comforters. Once he finds each one, he throws it on top of Will, hardly realising he's doing so. By the time he's found all 4 of them, Will is basically buried alive.
'Hey! Someone's under here!' Will chuckles, waving his hand under a mound of fluff. Mike starts to laugh, uncovering him blanket by blanket.
'Do you think this'll be warm enough?' Mike questions, piling them on top of Will, who still feels cold nonetheless. Yet, he doesn't want to seem ungrateful.
'Y-yeah!' he grins, trying to comfortably slip himself under. Mike stands by the bed, observing Will pathetically try to find a position to sit in. A crooked smile fixes itself on his face as he watches this go on for another minute.
There was something about Will that made him want to stare forever - the way his brown locks somehow framed his features perfectly, his brown eyes that made Mike want to swim in them. Even in the most awkward of moments, Will looked beautiful.
'Move over, I'm coming under there too.' Mike decides, scootching himself in as close to Will as possible. What Will discovers immediately is that Mike is so warm: his skin feels like a heater, always staying at just the right temperature to feel cosy.
'Oh my God. Were you always this warm?' Will gasps.
Mike chuckles, 'What can I say? I spend most of the day in bed.' Will hesitantly lays his head on Mike's shoulder, feeling his warmth radiate throughout his entire body. Mike doesn't seize up or push him off, as expected, but he, surprisingly, leans into it. 'Hey, do you want to read a comic?' This had been a ritual of sorts for the boys since they met - curling up under a blanket, in their own little fort, reading superhero stories till they fell asleep. Mike would usually yap and yap about the lore and characters, lulling Will to sleep before he eventually drifted off, too.
He was no different at age seventeen - Mike could talk for a living! Whilst he flipped through the pages of X-Men Issue 12, he excitedly chittered on and on, checking every once in a while if Will was still listening. Every now and then, you'd hear a small 'yuh huh' or 'mm' come from the smaller boy. Yet, his eyelids start to feel heavy, and the action of the day was beginning to bear its weight on him. Maybe I could rest and still listen? Will thinks to himself, closing his eyes.
'Oh! And this, this is the-' Mike hasn't checked on Will for a while, 'Will?' Faint snores escape Will's mouth from Mike's shoulder, his head nestled in the crook of his neck. Mike carefully places the comic down on his other side and cups Will's left cheek in his hand and he lowers the passed out boy onto the pillow below. God, he was beautiful. Despite the apparent bags under his eyes and his messy hair, he looked like a sleeping angel in that bed.
Mike lays down next to him, turning his body to face Will. Gently, Mike traces the back of his finger across Will's face, gazing at him with what could only be described as the look of love. He starts to move closer... and closer. Mike wraps the boy in his arms, pulling him in to his chest.
'I love you.' Mike whispers into his boyfriend's hair, burying his face in it. Within two minutes, Mike is asleep, as well. You could see the safety in Will's expression, tucked into Mike. Like he was protecting him.
And as long as Will lived, Mike would protect him. The cleric to his paladin.