Work Text:
Will eyed the door while slipping under the duvet, making sure the 3 inch rule Hopper had enforced all those years ago stayed in place. Even though it had originally been set for his sister back in 86 when she and Mike still were a thing, he had still decided to bug Will and Mike about it as well. Not that it was a huge inconvenience, it's not like they're doing anything they shouldn't be doing. However, it's still nice to be completely alone with Mike in the privacy of his bedroom, without the risk of a certain nosy sibling peeking through the gap.
Once he was sure that the door was open it's appropriate amount, and that there were no peeping toms invading his privacy, he settled himself into his bed, where his best friend, and more recently, boyfriend, lay beside him, half asleep.
It was still surreal to him in a way, finally being able to call Mike his boyfriend after years of jealousy and hopeless pining. Looking back at it all now, it seemed kind of silly, but the pain still lingers in the back of his mind on occasion. The bitterness he had always felt every time he saw Mike and Eleven kiss. The jealousy that would pile in the pit of his stomach whenever Mike would choose her over a chance to hang out with him. It stung like a wasp, painful and sharp.
But now, all of that is in the past. He's no longer living in a hopeless fairy tail. Because Mike is right next to him, laying in his bed, wearing his clothes. If someone could tell his 13 year old self that he was dating Michael Wheeler, he would've laughed in their face. Because people like him don't get to be happy. At least, that's what he always was told.
Will frowns to himself, thinking about such memories leaves a bitter taste on his tongue. And he'd much rather curl up next to his boyfriend than relive the worst years of his life. So he does just that, he sinks into the mattress and scoots closer to the warm body invading his bed, wrapping his arms around Mike's waist. A sleepy grunt leaves his throat as he curls instinctively around the newfound warmth. Will chuckles quietly, careful to not disturb his rest too much, and smiles warmly, allowing the sweet moment to flood his senses, leaving him with nothing but love and adoration for the ravenette.
Not an ounce of worry crosses his mind in times like this. All his brain can focus on is the heat radiating off of Mike's sleepy figure, the steady rise and fall of his chest through the borrowed 'Star Wars' shirt that Mike's occupying with his body, and the peaceful expression that rests upon his face. Every thought alone being Mike, Mike, Mike.
There's just so much to say about the boy deemed to be his best friend. Everything about him being absolutely enthralling. His physical appearance is something to speak for in itself. The beauty that Mike encompasses is borderline addictive. Will can find himself getting lost in the entrancing darkness of Mike's eyes, the same eyes that can tell you wonders by just one glance into them. Mike, somehow, disagrees with Will's claim, and says his eyes are boring. Will doesn't think anyone could ever be so wrong in their life. Because Mike's eyes tell stories. They're a sea of unspoken thoughts and feelings that capture you in a world far different from your own, but still feel like home in some odd, comforting way.
But Mike's eyes aren't the only beautiful part of him. Not at all. In fact, Will dares to say that every aspect of Mike is beautiful. His pale skin, dotted with dozens of freckles that Wills had tried, and failed to count multiple times. He's traced constellations in the galaxy that is Mike's skin.
Some other aspects consist of his sharp jawline that Will loves to press gentle kisses to, his high cheekbones that Will swears could get Mike a job in modeling, and his large nose that frames his face perfectly. Every little detail of Mike is addicting. To think that anyone could ever disagree is a mystery to him.
Will sighs in contentment, leaving his thoughts for a moment. a soft smile forms on his face as he leans in to press a kiss to Mike's forehead. He can see a slight smile tug at his lips, and Will takes the time to note it as another beautiful thing about Mike. His smile.
Gosh, he could gush about it for hours on end. The things Mike's smile does to him. Even if it's tiny, it never fails to make his stomach do flips. Especially when he's the one to get such an expression out of him. He can't lie and say it doesn't boost his ego when Mike smiles for him. His smile is like a million rays of sunshine, built to brighten up his day from how happy it makes him.
Mike stirs in his embrace, pushing himself further against Will's chest. His heart flutters as he brings a hand up to brush Mike's hair out of his face, getting a clearer view of his peaceful expression. And just at the sight, he can't contain his own smile. Part of him wants to give into his temptation and kiss his boyfriend on his lips right then and there. But he doesn't, instead resting his chin on top of Mike's head, caressing the curve of Mike's waist gently.
There's a certain form of intimacy that fuels these tender moments. The kind that involves trust, a trust that is only established between those with an unconditional love for one another. A kind of trust they're both very familiar with. He finds it fascinating, how far they've come, with the obstacles that have kept them apart, the miscommunications that have nearly altered their relationship permanently, and the time they've lost due to deadly supernatural forces, that their trust in each other has never faltered.
And as the days pass, he can feel that bond growing stronger. With every hardship, every argument, every obstacle, he knows they'll be okay. Because they always have been.
And with that, he nuzzles his cheek into Mike's hair, and smiles, letting his thoughts take him away, images of a future with this amazing boy flood his head, and his hold on Mike tightens ever so slightly, too far gone in his mind to care
So when Mike pokes his cheek, he startles, letting out a sharp gasp, before realizing he had spaced out, and that Mike was now awake. He came back into his head, and smiled at Mike's expression that feigned annoyance.
"Sorry about that, love." Will spoke softly, kissing Mike's cheek. He smiled at the redness painting Mike's cheeks. "Did you need something?" He asks. And Mike rolls his eyes playfully, a smirk forming at the corners of his mouth.
"Nah, I just noticed you spacing out. What were you thinking about?" He asks, curiosity lacing his tone. He can feel his own cheeks heat up at the question. He laughs lightly.
"You, my dear. Always you." He replies, pressing their foreheads together, closing his eyes, and then closing the gap between them.
Things may not have been perfect before, but they're perfect now. At least, perfect enough. And that's all he can ask for.