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Will stood in front of the easel, his mind blank as the empty canvas stared back at him. He sighed. His brain was unable to think of anything at all. Anything except him.
He turned his head when he heard his bedroom door creak open. He blinked, staring with wide eyes. It was as if the universe had read his thoughts.
Chance.
Will stood still, mouth agape. Chance smirked—finding his surprise amusing as he came up behind him. Will inhaled, feeling his arms wrap snuggly around his waist, his chin resting on his shoulder.
"Aren't you gonna be late?" Will placed his hands over Chance's.
"I'm never late."
Will snorted. "Yeah, right. You missed half the game last week all because you wanted some ice cream."
"No, I was late because 20 something kids cut in line! Right in front of me!"
"It was an ice cream truck, idiot. You could've bought some at the store."
Chance pouted as he tugged Will closer. "It's not the same."
Will smiled and shook his head, leaning back against him. His eyes focused on the blank canvas once again. He had to paint something by next Friday for art class, but he didn't have the faintest clue what. He was distracted. He and Chance started dating a month ago, so all his thoughts always consisted of him.
"Whatcha working on?" Chance spoke up, his hands intertwining with Will's.
Will glanced down at their joined hands. "I don't know, I have to paint something by next Friday."
Chance hummed. "Wanna paint me?" He said teasingly, his lips brushing against his neck. Will's eyes fluttered closed as his head tilted back.
"Mm, don't you have a game? You don't want…" He swallows, feeling incredibly warm. Chance presses soft kisses on his neck, gently squeezing Will's hands.
"Don't want, what?"
"You don't want the team to lose its best player…"
Chance smirks against his neck as he trails kisses up to his jawline. "Will Byers, are you trying to get rid of me?"
Will's a panting mess now, leaning into his touch. His only thoughts: Chance. Chance. Chance.
What are you doing to me?
"No, I—" Will gasped when Chance spun him around, holding his face as he leaned down to kiss him.
He gripped Chance's arms as their lips passionately moved against one another in a dance. Will took a few steps back, his legs hitting the bed. He fell back on the mattress—Chance on top of him; their lips never separating.
Chance bites Will's bottom lip, causing him to gasp again as Chance uses this opportunity to slowly slide his tongue into his mouth. Will moans as their tongues touch and glide together, his hands coming up to tangle in Chance's hair.
After a few minutes, Chance slows down their kisses before reluctantly pulling away. They both heave, trying to catch their breath. Will looks up at him and laughs before ruffling up Chance's hair.
"Hey!" Chance takes Will's hands off his hair, holding them as he stared down at Will. Chance's heart skipped a beat.
Will has a beautiful smile.
He brings Will's knuckles to his lips, kissing them. Will's lips part as he watches. "I'd rather stay here. With you," Chance whispers.
"You'll see me after the game…"
Chance groans, lying on the bed as Will comes closer, resting his head on his chest.
"Screw the game," he kisses Will's head.
"The game will be screwed if you're not there."
"You are trying to get rid of me, aren't you?"
"No… but I do have work to do."
"So, I'm a distraction?"
Will sits up and gives him a deadpanned look.
"Okay, okay…" Chance sits up too, his hand caressing Will's cheek. Will leans into his touch.
"Maybe if you win…"
Chance's eyes lit up. "What?"
"Then…" Will kisses his cheek. "You'll see. After the game."
As Will pulls away, Chance grabs the collar of Will's shirt; bringing him closer again—their lips almost touching.
"Such a tease…" he whispers, smiling against Will's lips as they kissed.