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Mike pushes further into the kiss, savoring the feeling of him. Of Will. He pushes the shorter boy up against the wall, grabbing desperately at his shirt. Will slips his hands up into Mikes hair, tugging gently at the curly locks. Mike groans and breaks the kiss, almost startled at his own reaction. The shorter boy takes it in stride and uses mikes hair to tug his head to the side, to expose his neck. Will pressed his lips to Mikes neck gently at first but quickly gets more aggressive in his attacks.
"Mmh, Will." Mike half moaned, trying to bury his face further into his... elbow? He feels someone gently shaking his shoulder and sits up straight (gay) in a panic. To his relief Jonathan and Argyle were not in the van at the moment but- Will was. It was Will who had shaken him awake, he realizes; he can feel a heavy blush burning across his cheeks.
"Umm, hey. We're at the motel now. Jon could only afford two rooms, so we're sharing." Will hopped out of the van and shut the door, and Mike swore he saw a faint blush creeping onto wills own cheeks. Fuck. He totally heard that. Mike grabbed his bag and jogged inside to meet the others at the reception desk. Will was pointedly looking at the floor, or the ceiling, or the old men playing chess at a table in the lobby. Anything but Mike. Double fuck.
"You have rooms A 14 and A 12, here are your keys." The receptionist gave them their keys with a kind smile, but Mike could feel the look of curiosity burning into his back as they turned to head into the A wing. If he was honest, he would also be curious what was up with two teenage boys who were both blushing and one wouldn't look at the other. Ugh. Will had taken the key for A14 from Jonathan and unlocked the door. While Mike caught up to him though, he just stood looking into the room with a slightly terrified look on his face. There was only one bed. Triple fuck.
"Jon did you know that you got single bed rooms?" Will called across the hall to the other room. A faint "Yeah, they didn't have any doubles left!" Was heard, and Will let out a tiny frustrated sigh and dumped his bag on the right side of the bed. "I'm getting in the shower first, I smell like weed and sweat." He grabbed some PJs from his bag and went into the bathroom closing the door without even looking at Mike once. Mike was pretty sure Will hadn't looked at him at all since they were in the van.
He heard the shower turn on, and a faint "holy shit that's cold". Mike did not allow himself to imagine Will in the shower, his general down-bad-ness had already burned enough bridges today. Instead he patiently waited his turn for the shower and mentally slapped himself in the face every time the memory of his dream came up.
Mike was startled out of his reverie by the sound of the bathroom door opening, a slightly soggy Will stepping out in his Pajamas, or well, a way oversized The Cure tee and some old gym shorts. His hair was a tiny bit curly from being wet and it was all messed up. Mike forced himself to look away for fear of being caught staring and grabbed his own PJs, an old ratty Star Wars tee and some shorts. He tried feebly to make eye contact with the other boy, But Will was still staunchly pretending that Mike didn't exist. Defeated, the taller boy went off to shower. Unbeknownst to him, Will was sitting on the bed having a small crisis because 'Oh my FUCKING god me moaned my name??? In his sleep??? Do I have a chance??'
When Mike came out (lol) of the bathroom, Will was sitting on is side of the bed sketching in a small notepad and listening to music with his headphones on one ear and off the other. By habit he looked up at Mike when he walked through the doorway, but then he looked down and immediately flipped the page of the note book over to a fresh sheet. Well that's suspicious, Mike thought to himself. He could faintly hear ‘Boys Don't Cry’ through Will's walkman. Mike felt a twinge of guilt for not knowing that Will was such a big fan of them.
"What're you drawing?" Mike asked nonchalantly, flopping down on his side of the bed. "Nothing," Will replied quickly and curled into himself a little more, "just practicing drawing face structure." Hm. Suspicious. "Can I see?" Mike leaned over closer to Will. "No! I mean um, it's pretty bad." Will was blushing now. Mike snatched the little notepad out of wills hands. "Come on, I don't think you have ever drawn anything bad in your life." The taller boy rolled off the bed and held the pad out of wills reach. "Give it back Mike, you asshole!" But Mike, asshole as he was, didn't listen and instead flipped the page back to what Will had been drawing.
He froze in place when he saw his own face staring back at him. "Will this is amazing! You are amazing! Why did you hide it from me?" Mike handed the sketch back to its owner, who just stood in blushing silence. "I thought you would.. think it was weird that I drew you. Or, gross or something." Will was looking at the ground now, embarrassed. "Hey," Mike began in that soft voice he reserved for Will and only Will, "you are the most amazing person in this whole world. There is absolutely nothing you could do wrong in my eyes okay? That drawing is so cool." Mike took Wills face in his hands and turned it to face him. "And I am so, so sorry that I ever did anything that could make you think that."
"I care about you more than you know, Will, and I hope that someday I can show you just how much I care." Will was blushing like mad now, but to be fair so was Mike. They stood in the soft lamplight, inches from each other, Wills face in mikes hands, eyes locked on one another's. Faintly from Will's walkman Don't You Want Me began to play, and both boys were intoxicated by this moment, by this energy. At almost a whisper, Will said "show me how much you care right now then."
And in an instant they were both leaning in until Mikes lips were on Wills and Wills hands were on Mikes face. It was a gentle sweet kiss that was overflowing with emotion. With longing. They pulled apart gently, Mike chasing Wills lips. They put their foreheads together and swayed, sweet and slow. "Oh my god, I have wanted to do that for so long." Will laughed quietly. "Me too, god me too." Mike breathed, and pulled Will in for another kiss. And another, and another. They were drunk on each other. Mike remembers that kissing eleven was nothing like this. It was wet and gross. Kissing Will is warm, and loving. Their mouths fit together like puzzle pieces, and they fell into a natural sort of rhythm together. Mike absolutely adored it.
They pulled away once more, and he places a gentle kiss on wills nose. "We need to talk huh?" Will asks softly. Mike knows they need to talk about this, but honestly- "It can wait until morning. Right now, we can just be happy. Together." He suggested, leading Will to sit on the bed with him. "Yeah, sure. Happy together. We have to talk about it in the morning though, okay? Tomorrow?" "Of course, pinky swear on it!" Mike held out his pinky, and Will begrudgingly did the same. They smiled at each other like idiots for a moment, until Mike pulled Will down onto the bed with him. "We need to sleep, so we won't be exhausted tomorrow." Will giggled and threw his headphones and stuff on the ground next to his bag. He flicked off the lamp and curled up into Mikes side. The taller boy sighed contentedly, and pulled Will impossibly closer. "I... I love you, Will." Mike whispered very, very softly into the other boys ear. "I love you too, Mike. So much." He buried his face into Mikes neck, and the taller boy shuddered at the feeling of Will's breath. The shorter boy pressed a gentle kiss to the crook of Mikes neck.
"Will-"
"go to sleep, dumbass."