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Don't be a stranger
Chapter three:
Mike didn't know how many hours passed, Will was the only thing he could focus on. Will's eyes slowly opened, heavy with sleep. He gently lifted his head from Mike's shoulder, quite groggy. He looked around sitting up. He slowly turned towards Mike who had a slow smile on his face. "Well, well, well. Look who's awake." Mike said crossing his arms with a smirk. Will rubbed his eyelids, confused. "How long was I out for?" He asked voice rough with sleep. Mike glanced at his watch. "About.. Four hours.. You also drooled on me." Will's eyes widened. "Oh. Sorry." He said wiping the corner of his mouth embarrassed. Mike chuckled. "Don't be. You slept good didn't you?" A reluctant smile spread across Will's face. "Yes." "HA! Knew it." Mike yelled leaning back. "Your so loud. It's like.. Midnight.. Your neighbors probably hate you." "Who cares about them?" Mike asked not a care in the world.
"Don't be a dick." Will said, shoving Mike in the chest gently. It took Mike back to that time in the field. Back when they were seventeen. It was the year 1987. Will's fist connecting with Mike's chest playfully. Mike beaming at him like he was the most important thing in his life. To be honest, He was. And still is. In the present Mike's face warmed with nostalgia. "What?" Will asked confused. Mike shook his head. "Nothing." "Mikeee." Will whined. Mike felt a surge of butterflies rush to his stomach. Weird. "Nope. Not telling you." Mike said pretending to be firm. "That's it." Will said. "Will don't-" Before Mike could stop him Will grabbed Mike's wrists, wrestling him to the ground.
Will's body fell forward on top of Mike. his hands braced on the carpet on both of Mike's sides , above him. They stared at each other, faces inches apart. Will's cheeks went bright tomato red. Mike's ears matched his cheeks. Will opened his mouth but he couldn't form words. Before he could overthink it he was leaning in slowly. It took Mike a minute to realize what Will was doing, eyes widening. He stayed where he was but didn't make Will stop or push him away. His hands quickly found Will's waist, holding him there. Will whispered. "Tell me to stop." Mike shook his head. He noticed Will's hesitation and pulled him into a passionate kiss.
Their lips moved together in an intoxicating rhythm. Will made a sound into Mike's mouth. Mike's grip on his waist tightened. Will pulled back after a moment, lips swollen and wet. "Mike." Will whispered almost sounding guilty for what they just did. "Fuck." Mike spat as Will moved off him, his head in his hands. "Mike oh my god.. what.. what was that?" He asked turning to him. His eyes were glossy, tears threatened to spill over. Mike faced him finally. "I.. I don't know." "I should go." Will said getting up to grab his coat. Mike didn't stop him. Will left Mike's house as fast as possible. He felt sick to his stomach. He was officially a cheater. He knew Carlton didn't deserve it but he couldn't stop thinking about the way Mike's lips felt against his. Like two puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly.
All he knew was that. He doesn't regret it.