MonaLeclair



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    “Jeez, you really are sick.” Will muttered and Mike choked out a laugh.

    “‘S just my luck.” He murmured, ignoring the way his head spun when he lifted it from the toilet seat.

    Even under the harsh white light of the bathroom, Will still looked good, his honey brown eyes furrowed in concern and lips slightly parted. He was beautiful, and Mike wanted to bite him.

    He recoiled a bit at the thought but now that he had thought it, it wouldn't go away. He could imagine it, digging his teeth into Will’s wrist, blood beading from the teeth marks faster than he could lick it up. The rushing in his ears got louder, twin heartbeats thudding in his ears and Mike turned to heave into the toilet again, not even bothering to stop the sobs that were ripping through him.

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    Mike Wheeler has always had shit luck; he just didn't think it was this shit. Something is wrong with him, and it all started when he was attacked by a stray Demo-bat.

    Note: The summery still might be changed

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    Will needs a date to his mom's wedding. Mike volunteers.

     

    “I have an idea,” says Mike.

    Ice cubes form in Will’s stomach. “How dangerous is it? Like, should I call Dustin to talk you down, or should I call Nancy to be ready to drive us to the hospital?”

    “No,” says Mike, “you can’t tell anyone or it won’t work.”

    “Or what won’t work?” Will asks. It’s like picking up a rock you know a spider will be under.

    Mike gets up and closes Will’s door. Hopper doesn’t make them keep it open but sometimes Will does anyway, because every now and then lying around alone with Mike on his bed just makes his chest ache too much. If the door is open he can tell himself You can’t do anything right now, someone will see.

    Mike leans back against the door. His eyes are lit up with that special maniacal gleam that the Wheelers get right before they do something insane, like when Nancy says, “Then we have to go kill Vecna ourselves,” or whatever. “Take me to the wedding,” says Mike.

    “Yeah,” says Will slowly, “you’ll be at the wedding. Obviously.”

    As your date."

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    Mike looked like he was physically in pain through the darkness. What more could Mike say at this point that would make the night anymore weirder than it already was?

    “I want to do like— weird shit, ” He whispered.

    It seemed like he mouthed the word ‘please’ afterward.

    What?

    “ And—I doubt El would understand..y’a know? ”

    Will gulped.

    It was just venting. Nothing more. Just simple man to man venting.

    or, Will hears Mike Wheeler stroking himself in the Wheeler bathroom at 3 am leading to a sexually charged late-night conversation and an unforgettable sexual experience.

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    “Any of it.” Will shrugs, embarrassed. “I don’t know how to ask someone out, or how to act on a date, or how to- kiss, or anything like that.”

    “Oh.” Mike’s expression clears, and he grins. “Well, like I said, you’re a catch, so I don’t think you’d need to worry about putting people off or something. And all of that stuff is way easier than it sounds, seriously.”

    Will makes a face. “That can’t be true.”

    “I’m serious!” Mike says, laughing a little. “Here, we can practice.” He shifts on the bed, arranging his legs beneath him and sitting up a little straighter, running a casual hand through his hair. “Pretend I’m a guy you like.”

    Practice makes perfect, especially when the person you're practicing with is your best friend.

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