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“Mike, slow down!” Will pleads, his own bike collapsed in the yard now, as he races to catch up.
“What?” He snaps, whirling around to face him.
Bad idea.
Will is drenched, standing before him heart-soaked and wide-eyed. His chest rises and falls heavily, each beat of breath adorned by the clinging of his white tee. The weather-worn fabric carves around Will’s body like marble — a chiseled statue.
It takes everything in Mike not to lean down and kiss him right there in the middle of the rain.
In the middle of the garage on a May afternoon.
His eyes linger toward Will’s parted lips. The exhale of his breath, the sound of the rain.
Will’s gaze is hurt, raindrops caught in his eyelashes as he stares up at Mike, expectantly.
“Will you please just talk to me?” He begs, his voice tender as a bruise.
It throbs beneath Mike’s next words.
“Why? So you can lie to me again?” He asks, defensively.
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Set a month after Mike returns home from Spring Break. On the surface — a Byler fanfic — in the subtext, though, a love letter to grief, coming out, and to the queer coming of age.