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It’d been a week since Lucas had come over to Mike’s place last.
Since then they’d— mainly Lucas— been avoiding each other.
Mike always looked like he wanted to say something, Lucas wanted to let him— but that meant he’d have to recall what happened.
Things went too far, that was it. Lucas was used to goofing around with Mike, it never would’ve gotten that far if it weren’t for Lucas.
Mike wasn’t like that. And Lucas wasn’t either, definitely not. But Lucas couldn’t shake the feeling, the one of Mike’s hands on his sides and Lucas’ on his face.
The others hadn’t noticed, thankfully. They were quiet as well.
Lucas missed Max. Jane, too. They weren’t the same without them, but Jane was hiding from the government still.
And Max was dead.
Hopper had finally agreed— after weeks of begging— to let the others visit the cabin to see Jane. It would hopefully be like old times.
Robin and Steve still worked at the SQWK, they tapped into the same channels the military used to check for suspicious activity.
Thankfully there was nothing.
Lucas stared at the clock, waiting for the bell to ring. It was Friday and he was ready to leave. His English class was smaller. Since the military released the quarantine, many families moved out.
Hawkins was considered a “Haunted Town.” Lucas knew Nancy would laugh at that headline.
When the bell finally rang Lucas made a B-line straight towards his locker. He sucked in a breath as he read a yellow folded sticky note. It was shoved through the holes of his locker.
Come over tonight?
-M.W.
It read.
Lucas shook his head, but a smile crept up onto his face.
——
Lucas sat at the dinner table, his parents talking to Erica about her grades.
“Lucas? Slow down, you’ll choke.” Said his mom. Lucas paused for a moment, slowing his pace he continued shoving the spaghetti down his throat.
“Gross.” Muttered Erica.
Lucas rolled his eyes. “Hey— dad?”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Reprimanded his mom.
Lucas swallowed, “sorry, mom. Anyway, could I go over to a friend's house?”
His dad raised his eyebrow. “A friend, huh? Do we know her?”
“Yeah— no, it’s not a girl. And it’s Mike Wheeler.”
“Oh, Michael! I remember him. His parents passed away in a burglary. I loved Karen.”
“Ted was a bit stiff.”
“Charles.”
“Ah. Sorry, darling.” His dad looked back to him, “go ahead. But make sure your chores are done first. And if I don’t see your ass in bed tonight we’re going to have problems, young man.”
“Yes, sir.” Said Lucas with a smile.
He had a rough argument with his parents about his disappearance, not to mention Erica’s.
He finished up and made his way outside. He biked towards the Wheelers residence like he was on autopilot, the route was all too familiar.
When he got there, he threw his bike onto the lawn and climbed the steps. His hand came to the door, but froze midair.
A million thoughts came in at once, they were silenced when he followed through.
Mike must not have been far from the door. He opened it quickly.
“Lucas, you came.”
“You asked, of course I did.”
He rolled his eyes. “That’s cheesy. Come in, it’s cold.” Lucas looked towards the sky one last time, dark clouds beginning to cover the night's blanket.
Mike moved aside to let Lucas in, Lucas shed his shoes at the door. Mike walked in front, making his way to the basement.
Mike cleared his throat as he “Holly’s at Derek’s place for a sleepover.”
“Turnbow?” Asked Lucas with a laugh.
Mike shrugged awkwardly.
Silence painted the walls.
“I wanted to talk about last week.” Said Mike, his body was turned towards the back wall and he stared off like it had all of his attention.
“Me too.”
Another pause of silence before they both spoke up, interrupting each other at once.
“I didn’t—“
“I’m sorry—”
Mike looked his way, a blush plastered over his face.
“You first.” Lucas gestured.
“I didn’t want you here to apologize.”
“You didn’t?”
“No— I-I know I was just reading the signs wrong and all, but I— but…” Mike rambled but eventually trailed off.
“Mike… I was the one who got on top of you, I shouldn’t have taken advantage like that. Because— because I know you aren’t like that.”
“Like that.” Repeated Mike.
Lucas looked to his feet.
“What if,” Mike began, “I was like that.”
Crossing his arms, Lucas let out a sigh. Mike was grieving, he couldn’t be having these thoughts on his own. It was Lucas’s fault for even taking advantage like that.
“Would it change anything? Us?”
Lucas snapped his head up. “Mike, no! Never, you’re not like that, though. Right?”
Mike looked away, “I don’t know. I’ve only ever been with Jane, and even then I felt like I was performing. It never felt real.”
“And you think that…we could be real?” Asked Lucas.
“Could we?”
“I— Mike, I can’t be like that. I don’t—”
For an odd reason, Lucas felt his eyes fill. Everything went blurry.
“Luke… hey, look at me.” And suddenly, Mike Wheeler was the only thing Lucas saw.
“I’m sorry, these things have always just been considered…”
“Sinful.” Mike finished for him, a hand landed in Lucas’ cheek. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”
Mike pulled him into a hug, with his gentle hands he pulled Lucas into his neck. Lucas wrapped his arms around Mike's body.
“And, you didn’t take advantage of me. I…I like you, Lucas. I always have.”
“I wish you were a girl.” Lucas sobbed into his shoulder.
It all felt wrong. Lucas went to church every Sunday, forced by his parents. He loved his dad, but he wasn’t a fan of queer folk.
Lucas knew Mike was the same. He, too, went to church when his parents were still alive. Mike would complain to Lucas of all the times his dad spoke against queer kids in Hawkins. Often targeting Will Byers.
Lucas pulled back a bit more, hands remaining on Mike's hips. Mike's hands stayed by Lucas’ ears, cupping his jaw.
Mike's mouth fell open a bit, his eyes a bit wide. But they softened.
“I wish you were a girl, too.” He said. Lucas' heart felt like a heavy bell being rung. “It’d make this easier.”
Lucas laughed despite the moment. Mike's finger slipped into his cheek to wipe a tear away.
“Nothings ever been easy for us.” Said Lucas.
Mike hummed. Quickly he closed the distance and kissed the boy in front of him.
Lucas melted, not only his lips but also his eyes. They drooped shut, he could’ve sworn he saw stars.
Mike's hands tugged Lucas to the couch, they fell in unison. The position was familiar.
Groans echoed across the basement as their lips molded against each other. Lucas’ hands found Mike's shirt hem, he wore his favorite dark green longsleeve. It was plain and so Mike.
Lucas slid his fingers underneath, never once taking his mouth off Mike.
“Hah— Lu-Lucas.” Mike sighed.
Mike has always been pretty to Lucas, his features were astonishing and his curls were perfect. Lucas just wished he’d let him maintain them for him, he’d have to ask.
Lucas wished Mike hadn’t cut his hair, he remembered how Mike complained about his and his dad’s back and forth conversations. Ted Wheeler was a man of few words, but he made sure Mike knew what long hair made you look like. According to him, anyway.
Lucas slowly began kissing down Mike. His mouth met Mike’s chin, his jaw, his neck, and finally Lucas found himself sucking his collarbone.
His hands worked at the same time, his hands were dragged up his shirt. Lucas could see in the corner of his eyes the scrawny figure of Mike Wheeler. He’d always been a scrawny kid. Lucas trailed a hand over his low stomach and onto his ribs.
Mike breathed out a laugh.
“Can’t believe you’re still ticklish.” Murmured Lucas as he continued sucking on Mike's collarbone, eventually moving onto his shoulders.
“I’m not…I—“ Mike tried to say before Lucas lightly bit down onto his skin.
Mike sucked in a breath. “Lucas…”
“Michael.” Said Lucas in a lowered and hushed voice.
“Fuck.” Mike's hips bucked into Lucas.
“You like when I call you that?”
Mike nodded as his hands grabbed Lucas’ shoulders.
Lucas’ hands found Mike’s nipples, he playful flicked them under the cover of Mike’s shirt.
He played with them for a moment, Mike fought back small moans.
Lucas pulled out from under Mike’s shirt, Mike missed the warmth his hands gave him.
They stared at each other for a moment, Lucas absorbed Mike’s image. His lips were red and wet, his mouth hung a bit open, his deep brown eyes were droopy and tired-like.
“Mike?” Asked Lucas.
“What's up?” He said with that goofy smirk of his.
“Have you ever done these things before?”
“I— I told you, I’ve never gotten past the kissing.” Said Mike, “have you?”
Lucas nodded. “I’ve had sex before.”
Lucas saw Mike’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
“But,” he began slowly, “I’m not doing anything you are uncomfortable with.”
“I couldn’t— you couldn’t make me uncomfortable. Ever.”
“I appreciate that, but I still need you to tell me what you want done. I need to hear it.”
“You want to…hear it?”
Lucas nodded.
Mike's face went red, well, redder. He began rambling.
“We can start slow. If you want, I mean! I wouldn’t— do anything—that-that…”
“Breathe…. How about this?” Said Lucas as he reached for Mike’s pants zipper.
Mike swallowed while licking his lips, he nodded slowly as he leaned his head onto the couch's armrest.
Lucas unzipped Mike, helping him slide down his jeans. Slowly he reached for Mike’s boxers, tugging them down as well. He only saw his base before Mike flinched away.
“Wait—“ said Mike.
Lucas’ head snapped up, worried Mike was uncomfortable.
Mike had a hand on his head, nearly over his eyes. His shirt was ridden up, showcasing his bellybutton. And his other hand was out gesturing for Lucas.
“Could you…um.”
“Hold your hand?” Laughed Lucas.
Mike nodded, Lucas reached for his hand and put their interlocked fingers at Mike's side. Lucas huffed a laugh.
“Don’t laugh, this already feels embarrassing enough.”
“Sorry, sorry.” Lucas squeezed his hand, Mike smiled into a line. He leans back again, looking up towards the ceiling. “Ready?”
“I think so.”
“I want you to know so.”
“I’m ready.” Mike confirmed.
Lucas used his other hand to continue pulling down Mike’s boxers.
He could see Mike tense in the cold air.
Lucas took the sight in. Mike wasn’t very hard yet, but he was getting there. Lucas leaned in, taking the head of Mike’s cock into his mouth.
Mike hissed as his nose slowly released the air he’d held in.
Lucas swirled his tongue around, letting himself taste Mike. He leaned out to let his tongue run over the head’s slit.
Mike groaned loud, Lucas felt a warm feeling in his stomach.
“Fu—fuck.” He said, moaning when Lucas did the same thing again.
Lucas felt Mike’s hand tighten around his, like an anchor. Lucas let his thumb rub circles around Mike’s knuckle.
Lucas felt Mike getting harder around his mouth.
The feeling felt so foreign. He was only used to being with girls. But it was all right at the same time.
“Plea—hah— please!” Mike practically screamed.
Lucas felt a giggle threaten to bubble up, he held it back. He never would’ve guessed that Mike Wheeler would be so loud during these deeds.
“Lucas— you’ve gotta… I’m gonna…” Mike stammered.
Lucas leaned back, his spit made a trail that connected him to Mike. It broke silently.
“You want me to stop?”
“N-no, but I’m going to come.”
“That’s okay. Just relax, Michael.”
“Lucas, you really don’t have to.”
“I want to.”
Mike's head threw back as Lucas connected his mouth with his cock again.
“Hah.” Mike's hand released Lucas’ and found his hair instead, his other hand came up as well.
The sting from Mike's fingers made Lucas’ hips rub subconsciously against the couch.
Lucas bobbed his head, making sure to take all of Mike in.
“Lucas— I’m…”
Lucas took himself off Mike before hot streams came from Mike's tip.
Most of it landed on Mike’s abdomen.
Lucas pulled himself up to where Mike was, his eyes were closed and tears slid down his cheeks.
“I’m sorry, did I do something?”
“No, that felt great.” Mike smiled at him.
Lucas returned the gestures, his mouth found Mike’s neck. He pressed his lips against him like before, but calmer.
“You’re not gonna kiss me on my lips?” Huffed Mike.
“I just had your dick in my mouth, Michael.”
“I don’t care.” He rolled his eyes.
“I do.”
Mike groaned. “Then go brush your teeth, you’ve still got that spare brush in the bathroom.”
Lucas laughed as he stood up, Mike glared at him playfully. By the time Lucas got back Mike had tucked himself back in his boxers. He still hadn’t zipped back up his pants.
Mike was sitting up now, he had his back against the armrest and his knees tucked into his chest.
Lucas leaned down, meeting Mike’s lips with his. They met slowly and softer than before. Mike pulled him back for another before he stood back up straight.
“I should head out.”
Mike frowned at that, he turned to look out through the hopper window. It was dark, streetlights casted slight shadows over snowflakes outside.
Mike turned back with a raised eyebrow and a twitching mouth. “It’s snowing.”
Lucas sighed. “My dads going to be pissed if I don’t get home.”
“Blame it on the weather.” Shrugged Mike.
“You know my dad.” Laughed Lucas.
“I know he can be forgiving.” Mike reasoned.
Lucas sighed. “Fine. But I’ll kill you if I get in trouble.”
“Deal.”
“You have got to fix up your room, this couch can’t be comfortable.”
“Technically it is fixed up, I just don’t really have the energy to move my shit back up there.”
Lucas raised his eyebrow.
“Scoot over then, it’s getting cold down here.”
Mike laughed and complied.
“Lucas?”
Lucas rested his head on Mike’s shoulder as he sank into the couch. “Yeah?”
“Thanks— not just for that. But for being there for me.”
“Of course, Mike.” Lucas said.