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There are moles around Will's mouth. There are moles around Will's mouth and Mike can't stop staring.
He knows he shouldn't, knows that it's weird he's even noticing things like this about his best friend. But he can't help it because there are moles around Will's mouth and every time he speaks it distracts Mike.
He wants to touch them, trace their pathway with his fingers.
How would it feel running his thumbs over these moles while Will speaks? Caress them while he cups Will's face?
And it's stupid. It's a stupid fucking thought because Will is his best friend and he is out here being an absolute weirdo getting distracted by the moles around his lips. Will's lips.
Mike wants to stand in front of a bus to rid himself of these thoughts.
But they've always been his thoughts since he can remember.
It’s not like anyone hasn't thought of their best friend's lips from time to time. It’s normal. Right?
He's read something about moles once: that the moles all over one's skin are marks from their past lives, places where their lover once kissed.
Mike doesn't understand why the thought of somebody kissing Will in those places, the moles around his mouth, awakens an anger so deep within him.
The thought of somebody intimately knowing Will's lips. Somebody that is not him.
Fuck.
Fuck them.
He's glad they're in Will’s past life, whoever the fuck they were. In this life, Will is his best friend. His, and his alone. And if sometimes he thinks of what it would be like to run his tongue over the moles around Will's mouth— then that's nobody's business.
It's nobody's business how sometimes he lies awake at night, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom and thinking... are Will's lips soft as they look?
It's insane because Mike is certain if he shares these thoughts to Dustin or Lucas, they'd spray him with holy water. They'd maybe let Max run him over with her skateboard.
But is it really insane? Can't a person just be curious?
And Mike is a curious person. It just so happens that his object of curiosity is Will. Will and his soft mouth. Will and his soft smiles. Will and the constellation of moles surrounding his soft lips. Or soft, as Mike imagines they are.
Maybe Mike will find out.
Maybe, one of these days… he'll lean down on those constellations and find out.