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Will gets his hands to his hair, messing it up as a way to make his brain think faster. But god, he can't, he really can't. They are losing the campaign, they are losing the last campaign they will all have together before they all leave to their places again. And fuck, everything is on his own, he's the only one alive at 30 hp versus a fucking vampire!
And no one trusts him, Dustin, Lucas... even Max. They all lost the hope, it's one in 20 possibilities to make this work, to roll the dice and get a freaking 20.
Maybe, if Will felt that no one trusted him totally, he probably won't have roll the dice, threw it to the table and get a twenty, kill the vampire and finish this campaign being a heroe.
But actually there was hope. That one gaze that made Will buzz, that stare that could have flew him into heaven just in one second. A grown Mike Wheeler with that stupid new haircut, those cute freckles, that big eyes similar to a pair of dark moons...and that damn smirk. Oh god, Will gone crazy.
The dice hit the 20 and the group was up, jumping and celebrating. Mike smiled, rising from his chair to raise his hand, speaking proudly: "Will the sorcerer did it, he saved us once more time!"
Will couldn't help but smile, getting up to be hugged by Dustin immediately. "You really did that man, I will never give up you again." He smiled, happy, and that made Will happy too.
Everyone congrats him and after Mike narrated the ending of this game, everyone started to tidy up, closing and saving everything.
Lucas and Max left sooner because they had a due date, as always. Then, Dustin didn't stay long, he just talked a bit with Mike about the next campaign while Will watches Mike's basement, he's always curious about how comfy it is.
When Dustin closes the door behind him, a silence stands out in the room. Will was saving his D&D file next to Mike's, sighing.
"i'm tired." Mike's voice makes Will scream, near to have a heart attack. He turns out to the dark hairy one, giggling.
"You are so stupid, Mike Wheeler. Someday you are just gona kill me because of one of those jumpscares of yours." he says, in that sweet tone wich Mike responds with a tiny smile.
"Yeah, I'm sorry, Will." he sighs, but it doesn't seem as if he's apologizing for the jumpscare, but for something else.
"Sorry for what?" Will asks, feeling trapped between the bookshelf and Mike's body. He decided to keep his gaze fixed on the other's eyes so as not to deal with the situation incorrectly.
"For being such an asshole with you." he sounds so sweet, making Will feel dizzy.
"You aren't an asshole, Mike. You are my friend and- you have been in really bad moments since we were child, i understand how you felt and I don't blame you for how you you treated us. How you treated me." but Mike doesn't seem satisfied with that answer.
"I didn't help you, Will. You were literally in the most traumatic moment of your life, you were going through horrible things and all I could think about was myself, being a complete egoist. Selfish. An asshole, Will." sounds irritated, making Will frowns, confused. "I haven't been a good friend to you, I stopped being one when I started with all this 'myself' thing. And I was so stupid, I was so fucking stupid because I didn't know i was loosing you."
Will feels his breathing become heavy, shaking his head. "You never lost me, Mike. I promise."
"I did, Will. I did lose you, so many times. And just once I was brave enough to face it and tell you about it, tell you that i fucking missed you so much. Sometimes-...sometimes is just I can't do it without you, Will." his voice started cracking, and Will feels like if he's becoming smaller. "You are the heart. I have never been it, you has always been the heart, Will." he whispers, staring at Will's eyes like if world was ending.
Will stepped back, bumping into the bookshelf, feeling everything inside her shift as Mike's hand took his. "Mike that's not- that's not real, you are getting crazy-"
"No I'm not." he says almost inmediatly, making Will gasp. "I'm not fucking crazy, at least I'm not going crazy alone, aren't I?"
Will feels everything on his heart get converted to: Mike. Mike. Mike. Mike. Mike.
He's not over Mike. He will never be.
"Will- listen. I've been a total jerk. I know, I totally know now. I just... i was confused. That day I told you i didn't want to be your friend but your best friend it...it was overwhelming, I didn't know why I started talking in there, I just needed you to know that- that you didn't lose me, you would never lose me, Will." he talks fast, trying to explain himself the best he could.
"Mike..." Will smiles, bringing one of her hands to Mike's cheek, gently caressing it. "I'm aware of it. I know I won't lose you. You're dumb, I'll never be able to get rid of you." he jokes to lighten the mood. Mike smiles.
"I'm so sorry Will. For everytime I was a fool. I now know that... I've always been a fool for you."
Will listened to him as if nothing else in the world existed, his cheeks burning red, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it might break free from his chest. Mike’s fingers lingered against his skin, setting him on fire, filling his stomach with butterflies that made it hard to breathe.
Damn it, he thought. Mike Wheeler. Why do I like you this much?
Every impulse inside him screamed for the same thing. Before he could overthink it, Will brought his hand to Mike’s waist, gripping the fabric there as he rose slightly onto his toes and pressed a soft, tentative kiss to his lips. He didn’t pull away. He stayed, their mouths barely touching, suspended in that fragile space where neither of them dared to move.
Everything inside Mike stopped.
The world tilted, dizziness rushing through him as if time itself had frozen in place. He gasped softly against Will’s lips, his body burning, eyes flying open as he stared at him in disbelief.
Then, slowly, he closed them again.
Mike kissed him back: careful, his lips moving gently against Will’s as his hand climbing to Will’s cheek, thumb brushing over warm skin. God. His chest felt like it was about to burst.
Will felt it everywhere. That single kiss drove him crazy him completely. He had never wanted someone like this, never felt such an overwhelming need to be close, to stay. He breathed out shakily and kissed him back, melting into the sensation, his hand settling at Mike’s waist, holding him with a tenderness that made his chest ache.
Mike slid one arm fully around Will’s waist and deepened the kiss just a fraction, brushing his tongue softly against Will’s lips so slow and tentative that it burned, tasting him with aching care. He sighed against him, already breathless, heart racing wildly.
Oh, shit.
He was kissing him.
He was kissing Will Byers.
Will gasped at the sensation, a soft, helpless sound, and sighed back into the kiss without hesitation. His hands hugging Mike’s neck, fingers slipping into his hair, stroking gently as he leaned closer, completely enchanted.
After a moment, Will pulled away, slowly, reluctantly. He breathed hard as his eyes opened little by little, his face flushed an impossible shade of red.
The instant their lips parted, Mike sucked in a sharp breath, keeping his eyes closed. His lips trembled. His hands tightened at Will’s waist, as if letting go would make everything collapse, because it already felt like it had the second he couldn’t feel Will’s mouth anymore.
Will’s fingers clenched in Mike’s hair, his other hand still at his cheek. He swallowed hard. Reality crashed back in all at once, the fragile bubble shattering. He trembled. "Mike? I'm -"
Mike didn’t let him finish.
He kissed him again—quiet, still, deliberate. No urgency. No movement. Just their lips pressed together, a gentle, silencing touch. Mike’s hair fell forward, brushing Will’s face as he held the kiss in silence, grounding them both.
For a moment longer, the world stayed small.
Just the two of them.
Was in a pretty short moment that Mike broke the kiss. He stepped away from Will to stare at him, sighing as he licked his lips, noticeably nervous. "I will always be a fool for you, Byers." he said just before kissing him again, letting whoever is up there write their story like this: messy, chaotic, but full of love. Full of true love.