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Will Byers was never seen as anything other than the boy everyone knew of him as in Hawkins. So when he moved to California sure it took adjusting but Will coped with it. He and El had gathered a few close friends and they’d all randomly hang out quite often. Will met people who were…like him, a girl in his friend group, Stace, was pansexual and there were many others who were a part of the community within California and he, albeit slowly, he learned how to be as happy as he was once before. Even so that he became more confident.
Will Byers started going to the beach more, he started speaking up more, and although he wasn’t downright douche material, he could get fairly cocky at times. It was safe to say California had changed him for the better.
But, this also meant shamelessly parading around his house shirtless, because now, he wasn’t scared to. Which, he shouldn’t have been anyways, it was quite normal in terms of things.
Will stood in the kitchen, chopping up a few strawberries, it was just past midnight but the boy wanted a snack and he adored strawberries with sugar. He was only wearing an old pair of sweatpants his brother had but he was okay with that because he hadn’t expected anyone to be awake at this hour.
So when Michael Wheeler stepped out of Jonathan’s old room and laid eyes on the brunette boy in front of him, his eyes widened, rightfully so since Mike hadn’t actually seen new Will first hand. Mike wiped all traces of sleep out of his eyes and gazed at the youngest Byers boy.
‘Oh. He’s gotten…toned.’ He realized, then blushed at the thought.
Mike completely forgot why he left his room instead choosing to inspect the boy in front of him.
“Hey Will, whatcha doin?” He asked him, effectively catching Will off guard. So much so, that the knife in his hands slipped, resulting in a small cut on Will’s palm.
“Ah shit,” Will breathed, inhaling sharply.
“Oh shit, Will, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.” Mike rushed over, surveying his damage.
“No, no, it’s fine, I’ll live. Just hand me a wet washcloth will you?“ Will asked him, turning around to face the young Wheeler boy.
Mike Wheeler was met with the frontal view of Will Byers and needless to say, he had drastically underestimated how much Will had changed. He had unknowingly given the boy a once over, (it was actually a twice over but he would never admit that) and Mike could only agree that he hadn’t been lying when he said Will became more toned.
The Californian atmosphere had prompted for something good. Will had gotten tanner and wasn’t a ghastly shade of pale anymore. Mike’s eyes continued drinking in Will Byers.
Mike didn’t actually get to think much more because he also realized that holy shit,Will had abs. Not overly there, but there was a ghost of them there and-
‘and damn, if he didn’t look good.’
Mike hadn’t realized he had been staring at the boy in front of him for longer than a minute until he registered Will’s voice.
“Mike? Hello, earth to Mike?” Will prompted him. He sported a shit-eating grin with one eyebrow quirked upwards, “Mike, are you back with me now?”
Mike shook himself out of his revere and met Will’s eyes once again. “Huh, I- I mean what were you saying?” He asked him dumbly.
Will’s grin grew just a tad bit wider. “Well I was asking for a wet washcloth.” He paused, “You good, Mike? You kinda like- malfunctioned for a second there.” He joked.
“No, no, yeah. I- I’m good, just ab-“ Mike stopped himself with the realization of what he was about to say, “abnormal to see b-blood, y’know?” He quickly saved himself. He was blushing profusely and turned away to grab Will’s much needed washcloth, dampening it and handing it back to the boy.
Will just smirked and said nothing, choosing to address his cut instead. Mike watched him closely, almost mesmerized by the boy’s movements in front of him.
“It’s not deep, should heal up in a few days, but I do need a band-aid. Grab me one will you?” Will announced. Mike said nothing only leaving to retrieve what was desired of him. He handed over the band-aid to Will silently, still watching every movement the boy made.
“What? Not going to kiss it better?” Will joked as he put the band-aid on.
Mike pursed his lips and gingerly grabbed Will’s damaged hand, only pausing to look back at Will for confirmation that it was okay, and brought Will’s outstretched palm dangerously close to his face. Only a second later, Will felt Mike press a small, lingering kiss against his palm. Mike looked up at Will through his eyelashes, choosing to keep his hand cradled against the lower part of his face.
The sight drove Will crazy, and led to him becoming a terrible shade of scarlet.
Mike stopped watching Will and instead nuzzled his face deeper into the boy’s palm.
‘Damn, if only this could happen everyday.’ Mike thought.
Will still hadn’t moved his hand but he had started rubbing his thumb against the Wheeler boys face, caressing it in an adoring way. Nothing was said between the two as the moment moved on. Mike eventually brought his face to its original position against Will’s hand and placed one small, final kiss against his injury, letting his hand go afterward.
Will was still blushing madly but that, that was completely unexpected. That was…new to say the least, but it’s not as if it wasn’t wanted, it’s little moments like these that have haunted Will’s daydreams since he was 13.
He cleared his throat. “Feeling better already.” He told Mike, who blushed slightly and looked back down.
Unfortunately for Mike Wheeler, he had already forgotten that Will wasn’t wearing a shirt, because once again, he was met with the sight of Will’s body.
After getting over the initial panic and awe of seeing new Will, he started actually looking at him.
He noticed that a lot of little scars marked his stomach. “Where did those come from?” He asked, gesturing to Will’s stomach. Will cracked another small grin.
“Hiking with friends.”
“They look recent,” Mike paused, looking at Will for confirmation.
“They are, we went hiking a week ago and I accidentally got into some briar bushes. They sting from time to time but it’s manageable.” Will explained, grabbing one of his forgotten strawberries.
“They sting?” Mike asked.
Will nodded, “From time to time, yes.”
Mike furrowed his brows and continued to survey the damage the briars had done to his…friend.
“What about those on your arms? Briars too?” He asked him.
Will nodded.
“May I…?” Mike asked him, gesturing to his arms.
A look of confusion crossed his face but he reluctantly nodded, lifting up his arm. Mike grabbed onto his arm gently and further inspected the wound. Mike took a closer look at his arm, there were only about four small scratches.
A thought crossed Mike’s mind and before he could fully think about it he found himself leaning down to press small kisses against each scar, only looking back up at Will in between each kiss. Will had tensed at first but he felt his breath catch as Mike pressed his lips to the first cut. The physical contact had done enough to relax Will, but Mike’s lips had effectively clouded Will’s brain and he forgot how to breathe.
Mike had made his rounds on all four cuts and looked at Will. Will watched him attentively, heavy breaths filling the tense air between them. Will’s face was flushed but he didn’t dare look away from Mike’s face.
Mike searched Will’s eyes searching for any sign he shouldn’t continue but found none, instead noticing his eyes sparkling and wide, staring back at him. Mike’s gaze drifted downward to Will’s other cuts. He looked back to Will silently asking permission, who gave a small nod saying it was okay.
Mike crouched down staring at the numerous scars that peppered Will’s torso, he reached out and gently traced one, earning a noise of surprise from Will. Mike gave a small smile and leaned in once again, pressing a featherlight kiss against the previously traced scar on Wills stomach.
Mike moved on, copying his kisses along Will’s barely there abs. Will could feel butterflies erupting and his entire body burned. Will couldn’t help but to release a sigh in contentment.
Mike grinned at the reaction and decided to try to be bolder. He found a particularly bad spot and kissed it, his confidence had grown and Mike stared sucking at the spot, making Will’s breathing quicken.
The Byers boy could only do so much to stay quiet in the sleeping household, muffled noises escaping every now and then as Mike continued his work. Mike continued switching in between leaving hickeys in places on Will’s body and simply kissing cuts that were already better off.
Needless to say Will was struggling.
When Mike was sure he’d made his rounds on every injury on Will he stood back up and looked at Will, eyes dark and slightly panting, with almost no space left in between them.
He cleared his throat but that did little to nothing to hide the rasp in his voice, “How uh- how do you feel?”
Will’s eyes fluttered closed. “Good, uh real good,” he opened his eyes and smiled looking back into Mike’s coffee irises. “Definitely the best healing treatment I’ve ever gotten.”
Mike mirrored his smile before asking him one more question, “Have any other injuries I should know about?” Will glanced towards his room before responding.
“Nah, but your back has to be killing you after staying in one positioned for so long…” He smirked.
“Actually yeah it does a little bit.” Mike admitted.
Will’s smirk grew as he started towards the hallway, still holding onto Mike, “Then why don’t we go do something about that?” Mike’s eyes widened and he nodded rapidly. His eyes flitting towards Jonathan’s old room where he was staying. Will noticed the movement. “Relax, whatever you have in your room I’ll have in mine.”
Mike nodded once again as if he was in a daze. Will led them both into his room and as soon as he shut the door he attacked Mike’s lips. Will had his hands cupping Mike’s face as Mike laid his to rest on Will’s hips. The two getting lost in each other as they stalked backwards towards the bed. Mike fell on top of Will and they took a second to catch their breath before kissing each other again.
Will left Mike’s lips only to go to his neck instead.
“W-Will- my back-“ Will nodded and broke away as Mike too discarded his shirt.
“Here, lay on your stomach for a second.” Will instructed.
“Why what are you going to do?” Mike asked him warily.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Will paused only to plant a small but lingering kiss against Mike’s back, “I’m going to kiss it better.”
And that's how the two boys ended up laid facing each other with goofy expressions on their faces before Will let out a chuckle as a thought crossed his mind.
“Damn it, Mike.”
“What-“
“Now I’m gonna have to wear a shirt around the house.”
Mike grinned, “I don’t know if that’s for better or worse but I’ll take it as a good thing.” He said as he pulled Will’s face to his for a short sweet kiss.
Will couldn’t help but smile, “I think it is too.”