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Mike Wheeler has a problem.
Granted, he’s had many problems, he’d say too many, in his seventeen years on earth. From convincing his mom that no, just because he’s wearing a leather jacket does not mean he’s going off to do drug deals in the middle of the night, jesus christ mom, to somehow battling interdimensional horrors beyond his comprehension that came from a world parallel to his own, Mike Wheeler has had his fair share of problems.
But this one takes the cake.
And it’s not like it’s a conscious thing either, it’s just so easy to lose track of everything he does when he’s in Will’s presence. Because Will, well, he’s just like that. Mike goes for an innocent hang out with him, and they’ll be reading comic books or playing Nintendo or planning a campaign, and then they start talking, and then Mike keeps talking, and then Mike doesn’t stop talking.
And therein lies the problem.
Mike Wheeler cannot stop talking in the presence of one Will Byers.
He just can’t help it! Will is just so calming, and anytime Mike’s around him his stress level just like, fucking disappears which is great for Mike but also not so great for Mike because when he’s not stressed out he has nothing to stop him from continuously saying every thought on his mind. Which would usually be fine, as Mike thinks he has some great things to say and people should listen to him much more often than they do, but when you have a massive, hopeless, big fat gay crush on your best friend, and said best friend basically turns off your brain to mouth filter, it can lead to Mike being in some situations he would rather not be in.
Like right now.
Right now, Mike Wheeler is pacing in front of his basement couch, arms gesturing frantically as he tries to explain the stupid words that his stupid mind let his stupid mouth say.
“And like, of course you’re pretty, who wouldn’t think you’re pretty? Your hair is obviously super cute and you came back from Lenora with like, muscles, so it’s just kind of a fact that you’re good looking but when I said that before it was taken out of context so you really shouldn’t read into the fact that I told you you’re pretty while we were watching Back to the Future because-”
“Mike.” Will says, from his place on the couch, an amused smile on his quickly reddening face with every new sentence that comes out of Mike’s mouth.
“The lighting just went really well with your face because everything goes well with your face and you could see the tv reflection in your eyes so obviously I was gonna notice it and-”
“Mike.” Will repeats, standing up.
“How could I not when you’re literally just sitting there looking like that and I really need to shut up now but you should know that you look good and honestly it’s a crime if no one has told you that because it’s just a fact so-”
Will’s lips are warm.
Will’s lips are warm and they’re pressing against Mike’s in a way that may have just short-circuited his entire brain and Will’s hands are against his cheeks and Will is kissing him.
Just as Mike’s brain gets enough neurons firing to think ‘ kiss him back, you idiot,’ Will pulls away just enough for him to be able to look Mike in the eye.
“You talk too much.”
There is absolutely nothing in Mike’s brain. He stares wide-eyed at Will, who has a knowing grin on his face. For once, he has nothing to say because how can he possibly have a sane thought when Will’s face is so close to his and he’s looking at Mike like that?
Slowly, Mike brings his hands up from their limp state to grab onto Will’s waist.
“Maybe, uh- maybe you could do that again? You know, shut me up?”
And Will does.