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Languid fingers tapped nervously along his side of the car, Wills head pressed against the window as he gazed outside, bored, yet anxious all the same. They’d been on the road for a while now, the trip to wherever eleven was still had a very, very long time to go.
“Argyle!” Slurred Jonathan, the whites of his eyes instead turned a more reddish colour, “let’s go to a motel, yeah? We’ll go out again in the morning…” he murmured, high and numb yet still careful towards will and his big heart, he planned to have some sort of conversation with him later, particularly about the speech will had just recently given Mike.
Will didn’t even bother to glance up, let alone at the unusually quiet boy beside him, just continuing his little gloomy stare outside.
Argyle made a sharp turn into some dingy motel area causing will to lean into mikes space, knees and shoulders bumping together— Mikes lips quirked up, perhaps to laugh or make ease of the moment but instead, will pulled away with fervour, his own knees knocking into the inside of the car door as he did so, muttering out various apologies.
The silently awkward moment lasted a few more torturous seconds, the second argyle pulled the van into park will practically burst out the door, grabbing his bag and heading over to Jonathan’s side of the car as he got out, before promptly tugging him inside the little motel entrance, not sparing Mike a single glance as he did, much to mikes dismay.
Mike and argyle followed not far behind, Mike standing unusually close to will the second he stepped inside, argyle on the other hand leaned on Jonathan boredly, nearly pushing the group over as he caused Jonathan to stumble.
The woman at the counter— probably in her thirties, dyed blonde hair that looked more yellow than blonde, terribly done makeup and bright red lipstick chewing obnoxiously on her gum as she glanced the group up and down, gaze lingering on both Mike and will as if knowingly before turning to Jonathan as he spoke up.
“Uh, hey, can we get a room?” He asked, albeit awkwardly. She popped a bubble of gum before speaking, “only rooms available fit two people each.” She hummed, voice carrying a strong accent. Jonathan glanced at the three boys surrounding him before shrugging. “That’s fine, can I get two?” The woman nodded blatantly at his request, exchanging keys with Jonathan as he handed her the money.
Will immediately stuck to Jonathan’s side as they made their ways to their rooms, opening his mouth to speak up, probably to ask to share a room with Jonathan, though Mike beat him to it. “I’ll share a room with will!” Mike instantly spoke up, looking intently at the back of Jonathan’s head as he walked behind them, beside argyle. Jonathan glanced at wills pleading face, will desperately wanting to room with Jonathan, before turning a blind eye. “Yeah, okay.” Jonathan spoke, guilt lacing his tone immediately as will scowled at him.
The scowl did not go unnoticed by a certain wheeler.
The boys arrived in the hallway between their rooms, Mike, not looking at the keys just snatched one, along with wills hand and tugged him into said room. Closing the door behind them leaving will no time to even say goodnight to his brother whom seemed to be quickly regretting his choices.
Will turned to Mike confused until he saw the furrowed brows on mikes face, face all pinched up the way it did when Mike was confused, and a bit angry, causing wills face to drop a bit. “Mike?” Will murmured, though Mike shook his head, trying to relax his reaction. “Nothing- nothing.. I’m tired we should, you know, get some sleep..” Mike murmured, walking past will- only to stop in his tracks at the sight before him.
One bed, a kings bed, it was enough to fit both of them and then some atleast, but c’mon, what are the chances? The whole situation reminded Mike of those stupid romance books Nancy used to read, she used to go on and on about how romantic it all was as if Mike cared.
Mike glanced behind him at the brunette boy lingering close by; “I’ll sleep on the floor-“ will spoke up only to be very quickly talked over, “share—, we can- we can share!” Mike stuttered out, face flushed with embarrassment as the words tumbled out, will gave him a questioning glance before shrugging. “Okay…”, wills tone was more distant than Mike preferred but he could make do.
A few moments passed of the boys staring at each other, as if lost in each others eyes, until Mike stiffened, suddenly feeling the need to break the silence. “Uh- I’ll take the shower first, then… yeah? Can I?” Mike asked unsurely, hand subconsciously reaching up to tug his kinky raven hair over his pink tinged ears.
Will recognised it, it was how Mike reacted when he was uncomfortable or embarrassed— at least that’s what he presumed since they were younger, to any normal person with an understanding of human emotions would know Mike was just flustered. The two are just as insanely oblivious as the other. Will nodded, “yeah- yeah, sounds.. um, good, yeah..” will blurted, his own face flushing with its own shade of embarrassment.
Mike nodded, rocking on his feet for a second longer before turning and darting to the dingy bathroom connected to their single bedroom whilst will got comfortable on their bed.
Mike spent the entirety of the half hour shower staring at the wall in thought before he spent maybe a minute putting soap on himself, leaving right about 29 minutes for staring at the wall in thought, you know, as one does.
Mike had to dress back into his previous clothing since he’d left his stuff in argyles van, though at least now he smelt nice from the motel soap, a lovely contrast from the sweat smell he’d worn awkwardly before. Mike returned back to his and wills shared room, a conversation he wanted to have now settled in his mind from the shower, staring down will, whom sat propped up against the headboard sketching something in one of his smaller sketchbooks.
Mike waited a few seconds before taking his place beside will on the bed, peering over at him. “Watcha drawin’?” He asked, voice a little higher and less cool as he originally wanted to come off as, but that wasn’t going to stop him, this was to just break the ice, then it was time for the real conversation.
Will tilted his book away from Mike, eyebrows furrowing together just barely. “Nothing.” He murmured, voice unbaringingly quiet— at least for Mike it was unbearable. “Friends don’t lie, right?” Mike murmured, chanting the atmosphere so quickly with so few words, so quiet it was nearly mistaken for a whisper as will instantly tensed, nodding awkwardly. “Yeah…” Will murmured, coolly playing off his previous worries, that was, until Mike spoke up again. “Then why’d you lie?” Mike murmured, eyes tracing wills side profile only to nearly pout when will faced away from Mike.
“What are you talking about?” Will attempted to play off, he felt like his heart had dropped into his stomach, fingers tensing around his pencil consequently drawing harsher lines. Mike began to play with his hands in his lap, picking at his nails, he was confused, a little bit angry but he carefully chose his words regardless, softening his tone how he always does with the artistic boy before him.
“El- Jane,” Mike started, correcting himself. “In one of her letters, she- she uh, she said you’ve been painting a lot but you won’t show anyone, said it’s for a girl…” Mike trailed off, face lightening in the slightest at his own reminder the painting was for Mike, not some girl from California.
“So,” Mike began again, “she doesn’t like d&d- barely even knows what it is… and, um… I know she doesn’t think of me the way you said she does..” Mike ended, eyes glancing up from his hands to meet wills wide eyes. “She does! I swear she does you-“ will instantly attempted to reassure Mike, whom quickly interrupted him with mikes subtly chapped lips against his own soft ones, mikes hands reaching around and holding against the bed on either side of wills lap.
Mike hesitated after the first few short moments when will didn’t reciprocate, quickly pulling back, sitting back on his knees, dark wide eyes looking into wills own soft ones. Will didn’t look disgusted, just surprised and flustered, yet guilty. “I- you, what? Huh?” Will blurted, his sketchbook and supplies forgotten to his side. Mike instantly thought it was a rejection, his heart falling out of his chest as he brought his hands to his knees. “Sorry! I- I don’t know what- sorry!” Mike exclaimed, will leaned forward, taking mikes hands into his own. “No- I, I like you, I do… but you- you don’t like me, you’re with Jane!” Will stuttered, glancing to the side as he leaned back a bit, not relaxed, quite the opposite actually, but just putting a little distance between them.
“We broke up, we broke up before she left.” Mike confessed, leaning forward a bit again at the confirmation that will felt the same way. Though will leaned back further, eyebrows furrowing, “so I’m- I’m like a distraction? Cuz’- cause your sad?” Will murmured glancing down. “I-I don’t… I..” will stuttered, he’d loved Mike longer than he hadn’t in his life, he never thought very highly of himself either, but would he stoop to being a rebound just for a taste of how it feels to be loved back? He didn’t know. “No! That’s-“ Mike stopped himself, lowering his tone to be gentler. “That’s not at all what it is- i, we- me and el talked, I, I love her like I love Lucas, and Dustin.. and max-“ “and me?” Will interrupted, his head tilting ever so subtly. Mike shook his head.
“I love you- I.. im in love with you…” Mike confessed, taking wills hands into his. “Do you.. do you love me too?” Mike murmured, glancing down at where their hands connected. Will nodded, subtle, “I’ve loved you ever since I’ve known you.” He spoke raw and full of emotion as he giggled, his palms felt warm and sweaty and he flushed all the more embarrassed. Mike smiled, his hands were cold, they cooled wills down and settled both their hands to a perfectly warm temperature.
“Cool. Cool, that’s- that’s cool, yeah” Mike stuttered, the two reminded in a quiet comfortable silence for a few moments longer, all smiles and flustered as they looked anywhere but at each other , until wills eyes meeting his before Mike moved forwards, hands resting on either side of the bed beside wills lap, and will leaned forwards to meet mikes lips with his own. Will leaned back against the lumpy motel pillows, Mike moving forwards in sync, gently bringing one of his hands to trace the sides of wills torso, things were moving slow, gentle closed mouth kisses, apparently moving too slow for Mike as he moved a leg over wills lap, straddling the lower part of his thighs, using his knees to support himself freeing his hands which quickly took part roaming every inch of wills upper body.
His hands usually cold, felt warm and grounding against wills body, the warmth seeped through wills shirt and he could feel Mike against his skin, but he wanted more, to really feel Mike against his bare skin, not the warmth that his shirt left over, wills hand, previously tucked into mikes dark curls, moved away, leaving only one hand to tug at mikes hair whilst the other laid atop one of mikes hands, dragging it downwards, Mike getting the memo as he pulled wills shirt to untuck from his pants, his heavy hands quickly roaming wills skin.
Wills lips parted in a gasp, Mike took it as a sign to go further as he delved his tongue into wills mouth, will took a moment to reciprocate but as soon as he did he was groaning into mikes mouth, their tongues wrapping together and exploring each other's mouths. Mikes hands reached up from wills waist to his chest, hands playing anywhere they could reach, touching and teasing, before swiping deftly on one of wills nipples, will parting from the kiss with a gasp, face flushing redder than Mike had ever seen it. Though Mike wasn’t ready to part with seeing will like this, his want for will to feel even more like this overpowered it, as he trailed sloppy kissed down wills jaw, then kissing soft, airy butterfly kisses along his neck, then stronger kisses, before he bit wills neck, will letting out a quiet whimper, soft and muffled as he tried to prevent himself from letting the noise out, though it only encouraged Mike.
Mike licked carefully along the area in which he bit, before gently blowing air on it, then sucking and biting in more kisses all over wills neck, will was squirming, eyes shut tightly as little gasps and noises escaped his mouth. Will was laying down now, Mike straddling his hips, wills shirt half unbuttoned, too careless to fully undo it, wills collarbone and neck were practically littered with varying colours of purple bruises. Mike leant up, reconnecting their lips, starting off with an open mouthed kiss, this time more coordinated than their first few open mouth kisses, their teeth didn’t clash together at all, mikes tongue had practically explored every bit of wills mouth, but he didn’t mind doing it again.
Experimentally, will tugged on the curly black hair he’d held in his grasp all this time, particularly the hair on Mikes nape, causing Mike to let out a groan, eyes shutting as he thrust against wills own crotch, before the two quickly parted, Mike still atop will though their hands no longer explored each other, just staring at each other completely flushed. “I.. I um..” Mike mumbled, suddenly embarrassed at just how hard he was in his pants, before will reached up, fingers curling against mikes collar before all of a sudden the heat was back on when will pulled him back in, Mike losing all embarrassment and giving a few gentle thrusts against will, leaving both the virgin boys to let out soft whimpers and gasps, said sounds silenced when their lips pressed harsh against each others. Will was a wreck, hair knotted from how much they’d been moving about, his face flushed, eyebrows tinged together and eyes shut tight, lips red and swollen with a mix of both the boys saliva dripping down along his jaw, his neck a mess of hickeys and his shirt which upon further inspection Mike had realised he’d broken a few buttons due to rushing taking it off. Mike presumed he looked probably half as wrecked as will did, since will was receiving most the attention.
And to both boys very, very strong dismay, the door burst open, to reveal an unfortunately sober Jonathan, tired eyes which quickly widened. Mike practically threw himself off of will, falling off the bed in the process whilst will sat up, straightening up his shirt. No one said a word for a few seconds, Jonathan was the first to speak up. “Mike you’re rooming with argyle.” He spoke sternly, Mike stood up, eyebrows furrowed though understanding. “Yeah, okay..” he murmured, Mike and will looked terrified, being caught meant being known as queer, whilst Jonathan had been nothing but kind to will all his life, supportive and loving, will was still scared for what he might think. Jonathan caught on quick, stepping in front of Mike. “Wait, let’s.. uh, let’s talk.” He spoke.
Ten minutes later, will had cried as Jonathan assured him being queer didn’t change the fact will was his brother, and that there wasn’t even anything wrong with being queer to begin with, Mike remained a little more stoic but was equally effected, growing up all your life thinking there was something wrong with you for feeling a certain way towards your own gender was harsh on the two, but they knew now they at least had Jonathan’s support, even with his distaste for wills choice on Mike.
“So,” Jonathan continued, standing in front of the bed the two boys sat on. “When this all blows over and we go home… you boys have to keep the door at least three inches open if you’re alone together.”