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About damn time.
Mike Wheeler never thought he could feel so hopeless in his whole life for a very long time, but everything felt like it was worth the pain he went through, in that specific morning. When he woke up and he realized that— that day would be an important change in his life, without knowing exactly why.
That was a lie, he totally knew why.
He took his belongings, although those weren't many the days he would be traveling, he thought that he could take different changes of clothes for —at least— a full month, he was being hopeful in this new change he was doing; if something was missing, he could buy it on the spot. Anyway, a vacation was a vacation and he was meant to enjoy it. At last. After his mother's desperate attempts to make him change his mind from the lockdown he had be drowning into for three years after graduating from high school, he would finally go on vacation with them. Unusual, really. No one could believe him.
It's the first time in years that Mike, after so much pain, finally feels that he can have another chance again. The reason? The place they would go on vacation.
New York.
He never managed to gather the courage to go alone. A great coward.
A shiver runs down his spine as he remembers that New York is the city that Will chose to live and study, finally, Visual Arts. After so many years of seeing how Will brought his D&D stories and campaigns to life, Mike is sure that it was what the future held for him, that gift he had, to create and make paintings that could leave you breathless just by seeing them. Mike knew it better than anyone, he had the honor of knowing Will since his childhood, noticing his growth as an artist and jealously keeping every drawing that was given to him, safe in a binder that— for at least two years, he always carried with him in his backpack.
He and Will weren't as close as before because of the distance, but that didn't mean they had stopped talking to each other at all. In fact, Mike knew too much for his own taste being far from Will than he knew when they were living in the same place: when Will moved out, when he arrived at his new apartment after collecting enough money to split up with Jonathan and have his own place, when he found a roommate to share expenses, the name of this one, when said roommate became his boyfriend six months ago— yes, Mike knew too many things for his own sanity.
But, hey. Mike also knew how to be a good friend. A good friend who supported Will and Carlton, who made a good couple if you asked him.
Of course they did, if not, how could Mike make a whole plan to escape from his boring daily routine to the city where his best friend lives, the one he fell in love with without realizing it in time? Maybe he couldn't do anything before because of the fucking depression he got into, please forgive him. But now he's going to see him.
Him, the one who, with thousands of tears shed, confessed he used to have a crush on him before Mike could realize that he felt the same way about him? A confession he will never forget by the way. One drunk Will approached him at a party at the end of their graduation day, and he held so much regret in his heart for not telling him that he loved him too.
Which is absolutely not the reason Mike wants to make one last attempt to get him back, and it's not exactly the reason he's sure he and Will deserved, more than anyone, to be happy together.
It is absolutely not the reason why Mike believes that no one in the universe, or in existence itself, would be able to love Will with the same intensity, devotion, obsession and freedom with which Mike could do it.
Never, no one.
That's why Mike hurries to walk outside the airport, more determined than ever. At the hotel, he makes sure to get a room for himself, paying for it without stopping to listen to his mother's whines trying to assure him that on a family trip, everyone should share the room, as a family. One "Nancy's not even here, Mom. Are you being serious?" was enough to stop hearing her voice, and the last thing he knows is that his clothes in the hotel room are scattered all over the place, getting ready to put into action his plan that would be executed just a few hours after arriving in the big city. He had contacts, Mike wasn't always an impulsive jerk— Or he was most of the time, yes, he knew that. But that didn't matter when one of their most unexpected bonds of friendship had informed the now so-self-confident Mike, that Will would be attending a God-knows-who birthday party the night he would be arriving New York, and he would clearly be accompanied.
Mike was ready for it. Did he actually have a plan? No. But he was prepared to see Will next to a random guy stealing the attention he wanted, watching Will probably making out with that same damn guy. Yes, he could take it, he needed to talk to Will more than anything in the world, he was mentally prepared for whatever the cost of it was.
"Make sure that for no fucking reason, Michael Wheeler, Will finds out that I told you information about him."
Robin made sure to threaten him as many times as she thought were necessary until she was sure that Mike wouldn't say a word about her. He knew that she was very close to Will and that's why he could never hate her, even though she knew valuable information long before he did. She knew how to win his heart when, almost with sorrow and pain in her eyes, she assured him that Will was still thinking about him.
That Will missed him on the nights when Will called her from the booth on some street to cry over his broken heart while being drunk, even recently, when he was in that relationship. Mike had marked Will for life by being his first love, and that was breaking Mike's heart into a thousand pieces. Each piece representing every minute of the time he wasted being a complete cowardly idiot who feared the reaction of the world and couldn't only care about what was really important.
Will's heart, which was worth the same as the universe put together.
"I have to get him back." He mutters to himself, putting on the black leather jacket that tries to cover him in the coldness of the city. "You can't fuck this up again, Mike."
And he sets off towards that destination that was waiting for him without telling anybody, they wouldn't even care if he was being honest. He needed to take that road that he was hoping, it was not too late to start going trough.
—
Now, Mike is sure that Hawkins is nothing like New York.
The lights, the crowded streets at night, the noise, everything seems to be so different from what he's used to, that it's hard for him to imagine Will a few years younger, having to get used to such a huge change like that. His chest tightens at the thought, even though he knows that his best friend was capable of that and much more.
Will has always been braver than him in many ways.
That's when Mike decides that he can be brave too, and he wouldn't back down. His steps through the city are firm, while inside his pocket rests a paper with the address where the party would take place. Although he did not need any special entrance or payment to enter, Robin recommended mentioning a certain "Daniel" if anyone asked him why he was there, and Mike did not question her. It would probably be someone close to the host of the party, or someone very popular. Mike could play pretend to know him. After all, it would be a white lie before revealing his absolute truth. He didn't see anything wrong with that.
He arrived at the building faster than he thought, and the night got him freezing all the way from the hotel to the place since he thought that walking could help him relax, not to think too much. He was tired of thinking, it was his time to act. So, he entered the building without any major problem; an atmosphere, again, different from anything Mike had seen before, appeared in front of him.
Lights, drinks, clothes too cool for the time, did a world like that really existed? He thinks he doesn't look so out of place in the atmosphere although his look is a little more inclined to grunge, that night he chose something with subtle tones that make him look simple but well dressed, he never liked anything too extravagant after the years he spent being dressed by his mother.
A shiver runs through him, wanting to forget the tragic images of his childhood and pre-adolescence. And he goes deeper, blending in among the crowd and the touch of people who, with the stares they were giving him, seemed to confirm that he is really fitting in with the environment. Mike can sometimes be a complete fool to notice things, but the looks and murmurs he gets when passing between people are not too subtle not to recognize them. Whispers, offers of drinks, greetings and smiles he receives, the whole set of flirtations and some slips of restless hands confirmed to him that he looked good. And of course he knew, he had dressed for Will, exclusively.
His smile appears without thinking on his lips, just at the thought of Will looking at him, even though someone seems to receive it while he was absentmindedly looking without thinking, at a girl. She decides to approach the bar at the same time as he does, ordering a drink to start warming up his body and not worrying about what she was planning to do.
"Hi, I'm Linda,"
The girl mentions, and the expression Mike gives her couldn't be more carefree. A silent much of I really couldn't give anything better than a shit to know your name that runs across his face he tried, hopefully, was noticeable enough for her to give up. But she doesn't, even when Mike leans his forearms on the bar with his drink in one hand and starts scanning the whole place in search of his only target: William Byers.
"I was watching you since you entered the place and I noticed that you were looking at me too. Do you know that you have an extremely handsome face?" She continues, and Mike intends to turn to look at her and roll his eyes right in front of her face but he's sure he could hear Will's voice and that "Michael" he always used when he wanted Mike to know he was serious. He involuntarily smiles again just at the moment when he was turning to reject her offer, and the girl seems to understand the shit she would like to, again, because she smiles back and Mike feels like he could vomit the drink he just drank in one fell swoop, swallowing his frustrations even when the night was just beginning.
"Linda." He starts to say, his voice sounding loud enough that she could hear him over the music without having to bend down closer to her to be able to talk. "Whatever it is that you have understood, I'm not for you. In fact, I think we're looking for the same thing in the same people tonight." He adds, his eyebrows rising so that he can emphasize the the same people and that the conversation ends there, but the girl seems not to receive his message completely, even if she showed some confusion in her look.
So, Mike decides to continue.
"Just as you are, I'm also hoping that a really attractive guy will kiss me tonight."
And that was enough.
An awkward smile and a "goodbye" later, Mike is on his own again. He felt good, admiting he wanted to get kissed by the most precious man he ever met. He returns to the bar to order another drink, he had to take advantage of the free things whenever he could according to his mother, so that's what he continued to do; drink after drink, until he reached his fifth drink of the night, he continued scanning the place. His eyes landed on the dance floor, and the sea of people who had gathered at it to dance to a song he knew, but really wasn't interested in. Not until, just at that moment, Will enters his field of vision. And he couldn't have looked more fucking beautiful that night.
The fluorescent lights, between purple, red and pink colors, dance around him and illuminate his whole being, but not even the lights were able to dull that brightness of his presence in the room. Will had always been cute, so beautiful it hurted, but in Mike's eyes that night when he plans to get him back, Will was perfect.
Perfectly beautiful, and he wasn't his yet.
The hand that accompanies Will's directing him towards the dance floor seems strange, even grotesque to him. He couldn't believe someone else was taking his place. Luring his Will to the dance floor and making him smile so beautifully when that smile was meant to be directed just for him.
Mike doesn't take his eyes off him, more determined than ever.
He could see how the guy's hands were tracing a path along Will's forearms, caressing his biceps while he pulls him closer and kisses his cheek, then both of the stranger's hands are positioned on his waist and slowly approach him, while they dance very close and glued to each other to that song that wasn't even slow. He whispers things in Will's ear that make him smile, he looks embarrassed and leaves a small tap on the guy's shoulder that is enough to make him move away just a little and they both watch each other for a few seconds before merging into a kiss that, if someone asked, Mike knew he would see.
His arms stayed leaning on the bar, the empty glass resting next to one of his elbows and it takes all the sanity he can to not take his eyes off what he was seeing. Even if his insides are burning with jealousy, melting in his abdomen with rage and disgust. Nothing had prepared him to see how Will enjoys being kissed by someone else. While his hands slide into the guy's neck and he hugs his waist, lowering his lips to Will's jaw and continuing to descend while Will tilts his head to the side, letting himself be done by the boy, closing his eyes to be able to enjoy it better and Mike does not look away, he doesn't, because he is sure that Will hesitates to continue with his little act when his eyes finally open and instantly connect with Mike's across the dance floor.
And he doesn't look away.
Instead, a smile spreads across Mike's lips as he continues to observe now having Will's attention, while he begins to pay some more hearing to the lyrics of the song that is playing in the background and which the guy holding Will in his arms seemed not to realize that was making Will react differently. Not to him, more to Mike. The one who, until that moment, never took his eyes off Will.
Slide over here
And give me a moment
Mike takes his time to see Will. From bottom to top, he's scanning him with his gaze slowly and taking pauses in certain places where his partner's hands touch him. The hips, his waist, the curve of his back. He knows that Will is seeing him too, he can feel it, and Mike wants him to know how he feels, that his eyes were telling him the same thing as the song.
Your moves are so raw
I've got to let you know
The kisses that Will receives seem to be not as interesting as Mike's gaze, which finally returns to position itself right where they had started. He looks for Will's gaze, and the intensity with which Will actually looked at him seems to be too much for Mike when he feels that his knees are failing him but he doesn't let himself go so easily. That night, he was there ready to throw his heart in Will's hands, but first he needed to know that Will wanted to do the same.
Then he dares, a more obvious smile is directed towards Will while he's still holding his gaze, very little interested in the whispers that the boy continues to offer him, since his head is facing in the direction where Mike remains apparently undeterred. So calm, carefree and handsome as always, in the eyes of a Will that without thinking about it, begins to apologize to his partner, only to be able to finally walk in his direction, closer to Mike.
Mike smiles again, his gaze traveling a little beyond Will to the back where a confused boy continues to see Will's back, while the image of Will becomes clearer and it is until that moment that Mike focuses his attention on him again. His heart skips a beat when he sees him so close, blushing, agitated. Upset? As well.
I've got to let you know
You're one of my kind
"Mike." He spits, he's not subtle with the angry tone he says his name and Mike didn't expect there to be a welcome hug. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Mike shrugs, even though he knows that such a carefree action always makes Will go crazy with frustration. That was what he was looking for, he wasn't going to lie.
A little teasing wouldn't hurt.
"Hello, Will. It's really nice to see you. And yes, I missed you too."
Will rolls his eyes, and Mike loves him a little more.
"I'm not in the mood for jokes. How did you know I'd be here?"Mike opens his mouth to protest but he doesn't even have a chance, because Will continues, "Don't you dare think about lying to me. I'm not stupid, you came here without telling me before on purpose. I need to know who told you that." The tone of voice that Will uses would normally have Mike placing those scolded puppy dog eyes that he knows can achieve anything he sets his mind to, but on that occasion he really believes that the only thing he could get from Will would be a slap and although that excites him a little, it was not what he was looking for.
He instantly remembers the white lie.
"Daniel invited me." He starts, trying to sound confident enough to be able to convince Will. "Do you think you're the only friend I have?"
When Mike sees Will clenching his fists, he knows two things. One, the lie worked, and two, it really pissed Will off.
"Of course." Will clenches his jaw just enough to be noticeable, his flushed cheeks indicating to Mike that probably what he is feeling at that moment is not anger, he was just embarrassed. Had he really believed that Mike might meet someone in another state? He couldn't be that naive- "I forgot that Daniel knows half of North America. Fine. I'm sorry. I was surprised to suddenly see you here." Oh, he really could be that naive.
Mike smiles at him, though not because he accepts the apology he didn't even deserve, but because Will's face softens, standing next to him at the bar. Now their elbows are brushing, and Mike's smile grows as he hears Will's voice again.
"I guess you could tell that was Carlton over there."
"Oh." Mike acts surprise in his tone. "I would have never imagined that the guy you were making out with was your boyfriend, the one you talk to me about so much." He continues with his act, sarcasm overflowing every word he says, and with this, winning Will to roll his eyes in his direction again. And that just blows up the desire of Mike to stamp him against some wall and kiss him until they pass out due to the lack of oxygen in their lungs. "You made it very clear to everyone that you are with him, so. Yeah, I guessed."
"Don't be ridiculous, Mike. We weren't— making out... Yeah, we were but. You know..." Will seems nervous, he knows that he has been close to Mike for a short time but it seems that leaving Carlton in the middle of the track to approach another man doesn't seem to be great by the guy because, from the beginning, never took his eyes off the two of them, analyzing the situation. Analyzing Mike—
And the smile never leaves Mike's lips.
"Not making out? I think I got confused, then." Mike finally stops seeing the distressed face of the boy who was visibly jealous of his closeness to Will, but by the same reason, he shortens it even more. His arm goes around the bar behind Will who was leaning on it, and he doesn't seem to mind that Mike invades his personal space. How could he? They've known each other since they were like five, doing that was like breathing for Mike, even if a pair of eyes look at him incredulously. No one else could understand it. "You seemed to be enjoying it, though. Seeing me, I mean."
Instantly, Will turns his gaze to him. His eyes, which are wider than usual, indicate to him that he had hit the exact spot to start with his selfish plan.
"Mike, I don't-" Will looks conflicted, his eyes refusing to see Mike's even after that heated staring match they had just moments before; he seems to want the earth to swallow him up, as his face turns red again and Mike can't believe how beautiful he looks, nervous, worried, frustrated.
A frown appears on Will's brows and he pulls away from the bar, leaving a cold, empty gap in Mike's arm that had started to slide wrapping his waist from the back. Out of the corner of his eye, Mike notices that the unpleasant presence of that third party between them seems to have dissipated, and he was no longer there. Will had probably noticed, but he doesn't do anything to go after him. Mike can't feel more selfish, but he also feels good. Too much.
He sees himself being dragged towards the back of the building where they were, the cold air hitting his cheeks and giving a little calm to the burning of his face that reminds him of the drinks he has on him. Will doesn't seem upset, and now he can see more clearly that beautiful blush adorning Will's cheeks and cheekbones, the sweat running down his forehead, that earring that he hadn't noticed before and that stands out too well on his ear, his new hairstyle— everything beautiful, the most gorgeous Will could be, was right in front of him. Mike wants more, he wants to be greedy. Really greedy.
Physically obsessed, emotionally devoted.
His hands instinctively go up to Will's red cheeks when he says nothing, despite having made sure that no one was following them and that no one was around. Did he want to make sure that they were really alone? Mike wonders.
But he gets distracted, distracted from all those questions he wants to ask and all the confessions he had when Will turns to look at him, when his eyes seem confused looking for all the answers he needs in Mike's eyes but he can't seem to find them. Little by little he loses track of how close Mike is, that they are alone, that he really had Mike Wheeler in front of him after years of not seeing each other.
Will missed him. Mike can see it clearly, written on his face even if neither of them really dared to say it because God Mike had fucking missed Will, in every aspect. Every second, he had counted every day he stayed away from him.
"Mike—" He listens again, Will's hands are positioned on his that remain clinging to his face and he lets them rest on these, not being able to dare to move away from Mike's touch that he had dreamed of so many times.
And for fuck's sake, Will had never been able to get over Michael Wheeler, his childhood best friend, his first love.
"Will." Mike makes the decision, he can't wait much longer without feeling that he will go crazy if one more second passes without erasing all traces of another man's kisses who has been left on top of Will. His Will. "Did you like it when he took your waist like that?" And both hands took possession of Will's waist as he said, measuring each side of it with his palms open until he felt that his fingers fit perfectly with the curve of that part of Will's body that he had so often dreamed of touching. He slides his palms from top to bottom, tracing his silhouette, feeling how Will melted a little between his hands. Mike's smile reappears.
The hesitation in Will turning to look at him in the eyes and rather focusing on some point on his cheek, then closing his eyes, indicates something to Mike. Something that he still doesn't want to celebrate triumphantly in front of the arrogant face of the boyfriend of the love of his life.
"Why are you here?" He totally ignores his question on purpose, he knows that. He ignores feeling mesmerized by the way Mike touches him, soft, slow, as if he was afraid of hurting him when he lightly presses his hands on his waist and pulls him closer to him. He can feel his breathing, the intense way Mike is looking at him and the endless emotions swirling inside of him that he was never able to stop. Not before, not at that time. He decides to keep his eyes closed so he can continue, because Will knows that he needed not to give in.
"Carlton, he's waiting for me and— and I—"
"And you?" Mike echoed to him so he can continue, as he rests the tip of his nose on Will's cheek and pulls him a little closer, until his chest are touching and he can feel Will's breath fluttering. At the same time as his does.
"And I..." Will feels unable to say what he's really thinking. The avalanche of questions that punched his brain, while the music sounds so far away that he almost forgot that he is at a party, from his university, surrounded by people who know him and his relationship and—
He pushes Mike away from him, holding both arms with his hands so that he can get his damn nice touch away from him
"And I'm here with my boyfriend, Mike. What the hell do you think you're doing? Touching me without my permission? Appearing in my life again when I..?" He bites his lower lip, holding back the sudden urge he has to burst into tears and scream at Mike how much he hates him, for showing up in front of him without a warning. For touching him, for making him miss those few seconds when his hands held him. For never getting out of his mind, much less, out of his heart.
"When I could finally forget about you." He finishes anyway, the words feeling strange in his mouth.
Silence comes over them, but at least Will is calm that Mike's hands are still far from their place. He doesn't think he's capable of stopping him again. And just at that moment, Mike's voice scares him a little, catching him off guard.
"Did you do it?" His tone is gentle questioning him, an illegible expression on Mike's face.
"What?"
"Did you really forget about me?" He asks again, louder than before.
More hurt.
"Mike, I have a boyfriend. Doesn't that clear things up?" Will can only counterattack. The sadness he might have felt at first is now turning into anger, into suppressed frustration. Did he dare ask him something like that? Was he mocking him? "I don't know what the hell you think you're going to get out of me by asking stupid questions, but I'm tired, Mike." Now he's really looking at Mike, his eyebrows frown in pain. "Tired of pretending that seeing you isn't hard, that I'm okay having you so close, that things have improved since I left Hawkins so I could forget you." He doesn't know when to stop. His hands itch to hold onto Mike, and he doesn't stop himself. Both hands rest on Mike's shoulders as if he feels that if he doesn't touch him, Mike will disappear again. "I don't know how can you ask me that now, after all these years, after I confessed I was in love with you and you weren't even able to reject me. You didn't say a word... And now you come here, so selfish, to undo everything I've built away from you."
"So you didn't." Mike adds desperately, the longing in his voice too desperate for Will not to wide his eyes and look at him again with the same intensity they shared on the dance floor. "You didn't forget me, Will. The years you've been away from me, God—" His forehead almost touches Will's as Mike closes his eyes, their faces close enough to feel Will's warm breath on his lips.
He's sure that Will is still looking at him.
"I miss you so much, Will." He continues. His forehead touches Will's, their faces closer. "You have no idea the torture it's been having you away, knowing other hands were touching you, other lips were kissing you when it should have been me showing you how precious you are, William."
His hands again searching for the other's body, Will's hips seeming the right place, sending that electric feeling through Will's body, even though it happened just from hearing his name in that mesmerizing voice Mike was using to speak to him.
"I'm not here to confuse you, to destroy what you built. I'm here so you know that you drive me crazy, that every time I think of you and what we could have been, my heart clenches with pain because I can't believe I was so stupid not to realize that everything I ever longed for and wanted was always right in front of me." He doesn't think about what he's saying, the words just kept coming out of his mouth. "You, Will. It was always you. You were my everything, and I realized it when you left because the emptiness when you walked away screamed it at me. I am nothing without you." At that moment, when he opened his eyes, Will's gaze could have screamed at him how much he hated him and how disgusting he was, and yet, the green of that bright hazel gaze would be the most precious thing he could have ever seen.
"Come on, Will. Can't you see how much I love you? That it makes me so angry knowing that jerk kissed you in front of me? Take all of me, Will. He can't stay in my place. And you know it. You know I'm the one who should touch you, kiss you, love you the way you've always deserved." Mike couldn't hide the desperation in his voice, his hands now clutching the fabric of Will's shirt, his brows furrowing and pleading for him shameless. "Will, please. I'll be good, okay? God, I want you so badly, please... Please, I'm yours. Let me be the one."
Will stared at him silently, with a look that wanted to say everything and yet said absolutely nothing. Mike didn't noticed when Will's arms had wrapped around his neck, pulling him close until their noses touched and their bodies seemed to merge in their nearness, the way his hands trace the curls of his hair and become entangled in them, gently tugging at his hair, and the distance vanishes before he can even react.
It's Will who kisses him first, the one who devoured his lips hungrily as if his life depended on it. Mike doesn't wait long to melt into him, but it's Will who leads and guides the wet, hungry contact of their mouths. Years of frustration, pain, secrets, all being rewarded as Will slides his lips furiously against Mike's, his eyes closed, a bundle of nerves, hands caressing with growing desperation from his hair to his neck, finally settling on the taller one's cheeks to cup his face and pull him closer because it was never enough. He couldn't get enough of Mike in that moment.
Their lips fit together perfectly, and Mike doesn't simply return the kiss; he needs Will to know how desperate he is.
They kiss until none of them is breathing calmly, a mess of sighs and whimpers between them, and Mike's hands roam freely over Will's body as Will lets out a sound too hypnotizing for Mike when he touches his waist beneath his shirt. "I want to hear it again," he thinks. Their breaths are loud and heavy as they tilt their faces to press their lips together again and again, feeling no need to breathe when they could dissolve into that kiss that lasts an eternity for them and yet still isn't enough.
If they separate to inhale a little oxygen, they come together again, their mouths bumping in the process as Will takes Mike's lower lip between his own and sucks on it, pulling him closer as he press his teeth into it and kisses him again, sliding their mouths and savoring the taste until he feels he has memorized the texture of his lips. Mike's hands caress the skin of his back directly under his clothes, making him moan softly between kisses, allowing Mike to slip his tongue between Will's parted lips, their tongues intertwining in a hot, wet dance as they forget everything around them and nothing else exists in that moment.
Mike's lips trail kisses down, passing from Will's mouth to his cheek, continuing kissing the line of his jaw and parting his lips slightly to subtly graze his tongue against the skin, gently sucking in the trail he leaves until he reaches his neck. His mouth opens hungrily, his lips tracing the length of Will's neck as he feels Will's breathing quicken, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stretches his neck enough to give Mike better access to the exposed skin, and Mike wastes no time exploiting every inch of his milky skin.
Will can't ask him to stop, no matter how much his thoughts keep drifting to his boyfriend, but who the hell could think of anything other than that damn Mike Wheeler slowly sucking on the skin of his neck, his tongue brushing against it as his hands slide down to his ass and press hard, making their crotches feel close? Nothing mattered to him, nothing but his stupid best friend possessing him without even feeling the need to ask permission because he knew he had it all.
The door slammed shut, and Will's back had never felt so damn comfortable against the hard surface of a wall. It couldn't be more comfortable without Mike's hands pulling him against it from his hips, holding him so tightly he knew it would leave marks. Their eyes closed and their lips meeting once more after the agonizing journey from the party to Mike's room, they didn't feel capable of surviving another moment without kissing, without feeling each other. Without loving each other.
"Mike—" Will tried to speak, his voice silenced by Mike's damn mouth that refused to leave his. He smiled between each new kiss, enjoying the watery sound that echoed with each one. "Mike, I have to call him."
"I don't give a shit." His lips trace that familiar path down Will's neck, never straying too far. His hands grip Will's waist and he begins to pull his shirt up his torso, wanting to rid himself of the stupid clothes that separates him from his beloved's body. Anything that could get in the way. "I won't let you go."
"I need to let him know I won't be going home tonight."
Will manages to finish his sentence after much concentration, and he can feel something changing in Mike. Something he knows had also changed within him. Nothing else matters, nothing matters more to him than feeling Mike's hands on his body, his kisses, finally feeling like he belongs to him.
Mike's eyes had never looked at him like this before. In this way that makes him feel like he's the most beautiful thing in the entire universe. His huge, gorgeous brown eyes are looking only at him, and Will can't believe how long he'd survived without them. How he longed to be seen that way, that way that finally made Will believe everything Mike had told him that night. How desperate he looked for him, how needy he sounded. The way Mike looked at him as if he was absolutely willing to kill someone if Will asked him to right there.
The call is short. Simple. Unnecessary, if you ask Mike.
But as soon as Will is back in Mike's arms, nothing else matters. Their kisses echo erotically in their room, and he doesn't really care who might be listening when a slightly louder moan escapes Will's throat as Mike bites between the curve of his neck and shoulder after casually pushing him down onto the bed, making him lie as he positions himself between his legs, as if that place was always meant for him, so confident that it makes Will blush and grab him by the collar of his shirt just to steal that self-satisfied smile from his lips with more kisses.
Mike's hands sliding beneath the fabric, over his abdomen, his chest, caressing his skin in a way that was both desperate and mesmerizing. Their tongues intertwined, battling for dominance, continuing the kisses, one after another, a mixture of sounds and sighs that revealed how much they needed each other.
I love you Mike said as he kissed him again, slowly, taking the time to tasting his mouth in exquisite detail.
I love you too Will said, wrapping his legs around Mike's waist, preventing him from pulling away.
Everything else could go to hell.
Nothing else mattered when they could be together, loving each other, feeling each other, listening to each other. When their bodies seemed to fit together like puzzle pieces and their lips never get tired of devouring each other, exploring. They could discover the consequences together, they could decide to do something about it, or do nothing at all. That's how it was meant to be; fate never had a chance to take away what they had longed for all those years.