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Will and Mike were sitting in the back of a hot, stuffy classroom on a Friday afternoon. They were in Spanish and had just taken a quiz and were now watching a movie. Will was doing the homework while the movie played and Mike was slaking off, per usual.
Will glanced quickly sideways at Mike and saw he was drawing on his hand with a thick red marker. He watched as Mike’s hand flexed under the pressure of the pen. His veins were slightly showing. The way that the ink flowed over Mike’s soft-looking skin was mesmerizing and Will longed to touch his arms.
He quickly snapped his eyes back to his paper realizing he’d probably been staring too long. He couldn’t let Mike know. He couldn’t bear to ruin their friendship. Plus, Mike was dating Eleven, and Will could never betray her. His only sister.
“It kinda reminds me of Spider-Man” Mike said, giving Will an excuse to look at him again.
“Yeah, maybe a little” Will teased, grinning.
Mike liked to doodle but he wasn’t an artist like Will. Nonetheless, Will loved Mike’s scribbled little pieces of art in the corner of his notebook or test papers.
“Shut up” Mike grinned back.
God, he really was beautiful. The way his eyes lit up when he smiled, and how his dark curls framed his face perfectly, it made Will’s stomach flutter.
“When I’m done with the homework can I draw something?” Will asked.
What are you doing? That’s so weird. Will internally cringed. But Mike never seemed to think that anything Will thought was embarrassing was weird. He almost always seemed to be accepting of anything Will said or did.
“Yeah, sure.” He said, this making Will’s shoulders relax.
It took him a couple more minutes to finish the translation before he finally shut the book and picked up the thick red marker. He very gently placed his hand on top of Mike’s and was shocked on how soft they were. He had to hold back a shudder brought on by the skin to skin.
He began to draw on the back of Mike’s hand. He started with a swirly circle and then branched out curved lines to resemble sun rays.
“That looks nice.” Mike commented.
“Thanks.” Will replied.
He added more and more swirls and lines and dots to the back of Mike’s hand, trying not to linger too long, trying not to give himself away. But he couldn’t help it. He yearned to feel Mike’s warm hand beneath his.
“I wanna draw more but there isn’t anymore room” Will laughed, admiring his work.
“You can just draw up my arm, Will.”
Will didn’t think that he’d ever love hearing his name so much, but every time Mike said it his stomach swooped and he felt lighter. It was an incredible feeling.
Will moved his hand up Mike’s arm. He was now absolutely sure Mike could feel him shudder that time. Fuck. He could feel Mike’s pulse. He could feel his veins and feel them flex with every slight movement of Mike’s.
He started by drawing a ladybug. As he drew on the spots, he became very aware of Mike’s breathing. Every time he exhaled, Will could feel it on his arm. It was the most exhilarating feeling. Will’s entire brain was fixated on the ticklish feeling on his upper arm caused by Mike’s mouth. Every exhale was like a squeeze to Will’s heart. He wanted to feel Mike’s breath on him all the time. He wanted to feel his breath in his mouth and his lips on his and- No, this is wrong. He has a girlfriend.
He tried to focus more on his artwork that was now covering almost the entirety of the top of Mike’s forearm. He eventually flipped his arm over so Mike’s palm was facing up and continued drawing.
The second Will’s hand touched the inside of Mike’s wrist, he took a sharp intake of breath. It was so soft Will was worried he’d hurt it somehow. He started drawing slower and more gentle.
He could feel Mike’s eyes watching every movement of the thick red pen. Will suddenly became aware that they were very close together. Their thighs were pressed flush up against each other, Will angled towards Mike’s chest completely in his personal space. But Mike didn’t seem to mind. He never did. Will relished in this moment. Being so close to Mike and having his full attention on him. Will knew it was selfish. He knew it was wrong to want it. This intimacy. To want more of it. But he couldn’t help it, Mike was chemical.
“We should probably start packing up” Mike said, but Will was so engrossed in his thoughts that Mike’s voice sounded far away.
“Huh”
Will looked up and was surprised to see how close together their faces were. Will could clearly see each of Mike’s freckles. The swimming, dark, and beautiful eyes that he loved so much. Mike searched Will’s face. This was all to telling. Will knew it. He knew that what he was doing was wrong, that Mike was dating El, but Will was hungry for the boy sitting across from him, and he wanted more.
“We’ve got like five minutes left of class”
Mike said.
“Oh okay” Will replied, not moving.
Mike looked down at his arm and smiled, “It looks super cool Will, thanks.”
There it was again. His name coming from Mike’s mouth.
“Yeah, yeah no problem” Will said.
Mike got up from his seat to go pack up his backpack and Will was left sitting there, staring after Mike, holding the thick red marker. Hating himself for what he’d done.