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Mike freezes, his feet coming to a halt. The flashlight he’s holding almost slipping out of his hand.
He takes in the horrific sight in-front of him. His best friend, soaked in blood—his face, his shirt, his hands all the way up to his elbows. Tears flowing down his face like a broken dam, blending in with the rain. His arms are folded in on himself—making himself appear smaller. His chest heaving, his frame shaking.
“Mike.” Will takes a step forward, hesitating—scanning Mike’s face before closing the gap between them, resting his forehead on Mike’s shoulder.
“Will…” Mike finally drops his stupid flashlight and wraps his arms around Will. He sobs into the side of Mike’s neck, taking short trembling breaths.
“Will.” It seems to be the only thing Mike can say. “Are you okay? Are you bleeding? What’s wrong?” Will releases a sob at that—slowly lifting his head to look Mike in the eyes. His eyes full of guilt, regret, horror, shame. His bottom lip quivering. Will aggressively shakes his head before forcing himself to answer.
“It’s, it’s not, it’s not mine. Mike.” Will crumples in on himself—looking down to the ground.
What?
“What? What do you mean, Will?” Will seems to not hear him over the sound of his own sobs.
Mike takes Will’s cheeks and pulls Will’s head back up to meet him—crouching down a little to be right at eye level with him. Will is hesitant to meet his gaze—like it psychically hurts to look Mike in the eye.
“Will, talk to me.” Will starts gagging—seemingly on blood as that’s what leaves his mouth as he turn to the side to spit it out, trying his hardest to not get it on Mike. He looks so … scared.
“Hey, its okay.” Mike takes Will to his chest, one hand moving to the back of his head—sliding into his hair. The other hand moving to Will’s lower back. There goes not getting any blood on him. Will tries to pull back, frail. He attempts a couple more times before giving up and melting into Mike.
He whispers reassurances into Will’s ear, not even sure if he can hear him. He gently rakes his hand back through Will’s hair.
Mike pulls away to crouch down and pick his flashlight back up.
“I’m sorry.” Will whispers, shielding himself again.
Mike stands back up. Oh my god. This is insane. This is insane! Mike isn’t an idiot, he knows what Will is alluding to, or just can’t say out loud in the moment.
What even happened? Is his best friend just suddenly a serial killer? No, no that isn’t Will, not at all. Obviously he’s been acting weird, Mike didn’t think that he was acting that weird. He’s just been really … drained.
Mike steps towards Will—wrapping his arm around him to take him back home, well back to his house. God, it hurts to see Will like this, the last time he’s seen him this upset is when the Mind Flayer was tormenting him.
Will leans his head against Mike’s shoulder—burrowing his face in it. His sobs this time are quieter, more restrained. Which Mike hates, he doesn’t want Will to think he has to hold himself back when they’re together. Which is very hypocritical, considering he holds himself back to an extent around Will. Afraid he’ll make a weird sounding comment and make Will uncomfortable, or pushing his feelings down so much so that he acts hostile towards Will on accident. That hasn’t happened since back in Lenora anyways, so Mike thinks he’s doing a pretty good job keeping a middle ground between the two.
Mike reaches his house, all the lights turned off considering it’s the dead of night, well except his light. Thankfully Will didn’t go far, he was probably on his way back to Mike’s house. Which is a scary thought, what if Mike didn’t go out to look for him? What if he were to simply knock on the door and Mike’s mom were to answer it? Then what, he goes to the police station and they take him into questioning once they realize the blood Will is drenched in isn’t his own? The blood Mike is now also drenched in.
Will had to of been defending himself, which is also a horrible thought, what someone would have to do to make Will of all people kill them? Well, okay, that’s a massive reach, also something Will simply wouldn’t do. Maybe Will didn’t kill anyone, maybe he just … hurt someone pretty badly? That wouldn’t warrant this level of a reaction. He just … really needs Will to talk to him. Holy shit, Will has a kill count now. No! Will didn’t fucking kill anyone. Does self defense count as a kill count? Will doesn’t seem hurt as Mike looks over at him before trying his best to silently open the door, which is thankfully still unlocked from when Mike came out to look for Will.
Ok, Mike is totally blowing this out of proportion, Maybe Will just likes to bathe in fake blood? Maybe he decided he wants to hunt animals … without using a gun. Will is not the type of person to kill someone, which Mike has already established.
Will seemed so, not himself, when he left Mike’s house. So Mike didn’t follow him at first, Will did say pretty clearly Don’t follow me. Now Mike is significantly glad he did.
Mike heads towards the basement, opening the door—leading Will to the couch. He tries to push Will down to sit on it—putting both his hands on Will’s shoulders, but he refuses.
“No, i’m gonna- i’m gonna get blood on your couch.” He brings an unsteady hand to graze Mike’s forearm, like he was gonna grip it but didn’t know what line to cross.
Mike scoffs. “Will, I don’t care.” He tries to push him down again but he still doesn’t budge, this time gripping Mike’s forearm instead of lightly grazing it.
“I’ll clean it up. Just sit, please.” Will finally lets Mike push him down, not quite letting go of his arm.
And yeah, it probably will suck to clean up the mixture of blood and rain water, but the only thing that matters right now is Will. Would fake blood be more difficult to clean up than real blood? Okay, Mike knows it’s not fake blood, that would be stupid. Mike just kinda wants to pretend to believe it so he doesn’t bother Will with questions.
Mike scans the room, searching for a blanket or something.
“Shit,” He mutters under his breath. Will blinks up at him, he’s calmed down, a little at least. He’s still crying but it went from whole body cries to just quiet cries that Mike can only hear if he pays close attention—which of course he is.
“Okay,” God, he really doesn’t want to leave Will here. But Will has to be freezing spending all that time out in the cold rain. Hell, Mike is freezing and he wasn’t out there for even half as long as Will was. He feels terrible about that by the way, letting him go out all alone. He seemed so mad! Not mad exactly … just distraught. And he made it pretty clear he couldn’t stand to be around Mike one more second, which is unusual (it shouldn’t be). All the more reason Mike should’ve never let him leave in the first place! Not let him exactly, Will doesn’t have to listen to a word Mike says. But he should’ve at least tried to persuade him into staying, or followed him out that door without second thought.
“Just… stay here. I’ll be right back, I promise.” Mike waits for Will to respond. Eventually, he nods his head—a minuscule movement Mike wouldn’t notice if he weren’t hyper-focused on Will at the moment. Which again he usually is. He hesitantly lets go of Mike, abashed—like he hadn’t meant to keep his hand on him for that long.
Mike slowly backs up towards the stairs. Not turning around till he reaches the top step, he walks up and throws one last glance at Will behind him, who seems to be staring at something—spaced out.
Mike rubs his fingers against his temple as he tries his hardest to be as fast as possible going to get a stupid blanket from his room. He walks up to his door, which is flung open with the light still on. If anyone were to walk by it would be pretty apparent he was not in his room, asleep. What time even is it? Late enough that if he were to look at the time he would regret it, he chooses to be blissfully oblivious. Blissfully, yeah that’s totally not the right word, more like purposefully—
He needs to focus, his mind is apparently running a marathon right now. He tries to narrow it down to just three thoughts. Blanket, Basement, Will. That proves to be unsuccessful. Blood? Will covered in blood. Kinda attractive. That is not the right thing to be thinking! Like at all, Will obviously just went through … something that Mike hopes Will is going to open up to him about, and he’s thinking about how Will is attractive covered in blood! In-sane. Right, back to his first thought, blanket.
His eyes dart around his room, trying to find the perfect blanket. The perfect blanket doesn’t matter! He just needs a blanket. He grabs the first one he sees and throws it over his shoulder. Great now its wet too. He throws it to the ground and picks up another one, why does he have so many blankets in his room? Probably explains why theres none in the basement. He’s cautious to not get it wet this time.
He goes back to the basement—cracking the door open to peek inside before spotting Will. He’s right where he left him, still zoned out like crazy. He doesn’t even have a response to Mike until he repeats his name a third time, with a little more force. Suddenly he’s right in-front of Will.
Will flinches at the sudden appearance—still on edge.
“Hey, sorry. Um I got you a blanket.” He says, draping it over Will’s shoulders, sitting down close beside him—to the right, in the process.
Will looks away from Mike, a slight sigh escaping him.
“Thanks.”
“Will,”
Will looks over to him once he doesn’t continue. His eyes glossy, his mouth propped open just enough to reveal— Mike pauses.
Are those fucking fangs?
Will seems to notice the shift in Mike’s expression—closing his mouth and quickly looking away.
Mike takes a deep breath, okay, okay. Focus!
“You know you can talk to me … right?” Will doesn’t respond.
“Y’know, whenever you’re ready! I don’t wanna force you to do anything but, it’s just—” He inhales, catching his breath. “I’m here.” He lets out a breath then.
They both stay quiet for a while, a waiting silence. Will obviously doesn’t want to talk about this.
“I, I know I haven’t been there in the past, and I’m trying to make up for it. I’m trying Will. And I’m sorry.”
Will looks over then—swallowing. “You’re not gonna believe me.”
Mike can’t hold back a laugh at that. “Sorry, sorry.”
“Are you laughing at me?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just, you can’t be serious.” Mike says. He really didn’t mean to laugh.
Will just glares at him—in such a way Mike feels like he’s gonna burn into ash.
“Will, we’ve fought inter-dimensional monsters together, I’m sure i can handle whatever it is.”
“Okay, just …” Will seems to consider what he’s going to say next.
He sighs. “I don’t know how to say this without sounding stupid.”
“It’s fine.” Mike exclaims, placing a hand on Will’s shoulder.
“I think I’m,” He shakes his head. “I think I’m a… vampire?” He stretches the last word out—unsure.
Mike raises his eyebrows, reopening and closing his mouth before deciding to reluctantly nod.
“I know, it sounds dumb—’’
“No.” Mike softly interjects.
“I mean what else would explain the sudden thirst for blood, the fangs— I have fangs, Mike.”
“Yeah, I noticed.”
“And tonight.”
Mike drags his thumb back and forth along Will’s shoulder, urging him to go on. When its obvious he doesn’t want to, he attempts different questions.
“How did it happen?”
“I don’t know, I just… woke up like this one day? Or something else that I probably don’t remember, I have tons of gaps in my memory.” Will sounds unsatisfied with his own answer.
“Do you remember when?”
“Uh, maybe a week ago?”
“Do you think he has anything to do with it?” Mike hates to bring it up.
“Probably, he always does doesn’t he?”
Mike nods. “Have you… eaten anything? Do you still need to? Or is it like… you just don’t have to eat? Have you…” Mike glances down at Will. God, he’s still drenched in blood.
He mindlessly brings the sleeve of his shirt up to Wills face.
Will flinches back—grabbing his arm. “What are you doing?”
Mike gasps, Will’s grip is strong. Has he always been this strong?
Will immediately loosens his grip, not yet letting go.
“Sorry, did I hurt you?” He’s genuinely concerned.
“I’m fine. Have you always been that strong?” He voices his thoughts.
“No, I guess thats something else that comes with the whole vampirism thing. It’s weird, my whole life I’ve been weak. And then suddenly, I’m not.” His voice cracks a little at the end.
“You’ve never been weak.
Will doesn’t respond. He pushes Mike’s sleeve up—grazing Mike’s hand, and rubs his thumb across his pulse point with an unreadable expression.
Will lingers a tad too long before flinching away like he just got burned. He looks away, before Mike grabs his face and brings his sleeve back to his chin. This time, Will doesn’t pull away.
“Seriously, when’s the last time you ate?” Mike rubs his sleeve all over Will’s lower face and jaw till the only place where theres blood (that hasn’t dried) left is his lips, he pauses, not knowing if that’s a line he should cross.
“Like two da—” Will gasps when Mike does decide to clean the blood at his lips. Why Mike decided to let his sleeve go and wipe it with his bare fingers? He has no clue.
Mike’s thumb pulls down on Will’s bottom lip, propping it open a tad. What is he doing? He just needs to pull his hand away and act like this didn’t happen.
“Two days?” Mike asks, not really there all that much—still very obviously staring at Will’s lips which are stained red. Will nods.
Mike protrudes into Will’s mouth, his thumb applying barley any pressure to the point of his fang. Will gasps, pulling away.
“Yeah, uh, yeah two days.” Will stumbles over his words.
“I mean, except tonigh—“
“Are they sensitive?” Mike asks, still looking at Will’s mouth.
Will raises his eyebrows, seemingly shocked by the question, before he bites his lip, hesitantly nodding. That must hurt, given the new addition to his teeth.
Okay, Mike is far too enamored with Will’s fangs. What is he even doing? He’s obviously making Will uncomfortable … or just, embarrassed considering how red he is—the most color he’s seen on Will tonight. Right, tonight, he should ask about that right? Switch the topic up.
“About tonight, can you … tell me what happened? If you want to of course!”
Will shudders, his demeanor changing. “Thats the thing, I don’t know.” He makes a compressed sound.
Mike tilts his head—confused, but also concerned.
“What do you mean?”
Will breaks, putting his head in his hands.
“I don’t know, I just… blanked! I was, I was storming out of your house, and then it’s like a huge chunk of my memory is gone.”
“You don’t remember anything?” Mike’s voice is soft.
“The last thing I remember is … I was covered in blood, and I could taste it, and it was horrible. I looked around, and there was nothing around me. I’m sure I just… got an animal or something, but—” Will’s voice shakes. “Mike, what if I…” Will lifts his head from his hands to look at Mike.
Mike grabs Will’s hand with both of his, his grip firm—an anchor.
“No.” He whispers.
“How would you know?”
“Because I know you.”
Will sighs. “It didn’t even work. If anything it just made it worse.” He looks away, letting out a bitter laugh with no humor behind it.
“God Mike, i’m just so hungry.”
Will saying his name, and then saying that, makes his breath hitch. Mike doesn’t reply, not really knowing what to say until he comes to a realization. He wants to help Will, not help him calm down, not help him figure out what the hell is going on. He wants to… he wants Will to—
“And I, I can’t be around you, that’s the whole reason I left, I couldn’t…” Will looks back to Mike. “I wanted to—” He chokes, not able to get the words out. Mike can fill the gaps in well enough to say something incredibly stupid.
“Then do it.” What?
Will repeats what Mike is thinking. “What?”
“I, um, y’know, since, uh. It could help you differentiate? If you killed an animal, or.. like, if you knew what human blood tasted like you would know!” Mike laughs awkwardly.
“Also since you’re so hungry! You could see if it would fix it or something.” Mike just keeps digging himself into a deeper hole, trying to not make it seem like he wants Will to bite him, because he definitely does.
Will still isn’t saying anything—mouth agape like Mike just told him the most insane thing ever.
“Just trying to… help a friend out.” Can someone just tape his mouth shut? This is the most humiliating thing he’s done in a while.
“Mike, what? No.” Will shakes his head like he’s still processing. “You— you can’t be serious! Are you serious?”
“Yeah! Yeah i’m serious, I want you to.” Mike winces at what just came out of his mouth. Of course Mike says the one thing he just vowed not to say, of course.
“No, no thats a horrible idea, I could seriously hurt you! Like what if I didn’t stop?”
“You would.” Mike sounds confident this time.
Will scoffs. “Oh my god, you’re serious.”
“Yeah, I mean you said it yourself, you haven’t eaten in two days. Wait, what have you been eating before that?”
“Uh, just normal food. It tastes like rubber and I can barley keep it down, not to mention it has no effect on me.” Will shrugs.
“So…” Mike trails off. He sticks his arm up in-front of Will’s face.
“Just do it.”
Will moves his head away, grabbing Mike’s arm—cautious to be gentle this time.
“You’re making this really hard for me.”
“Will.”
Will meets his gaze, he’s breathing so heavy.
Mike notices a shift in his expression, like he’s actually considering it.
He reluctantly looks back to Mike’s arm, pushing his sleeve up and rubbing his thumb against his wrist—mimicking what he was once doing.
Mike understands what was going through Will’s head then. The thought of Will wanting him, even if it’s not like that—made his heart flutter.
Will leans in, bringing Mike’s wrist to his lips, before stopping.
“Mike, I don’t know if I can…” He trails off, before taking a deep breath, slightly hissing, like this is getting difficult to resist.
“Just, don’t overthink it.” Mike’s voice is a hush.
Will barley pushes his lips to the spot right past his pulse—before lightly biting down, not breaking skin. He hesitates for a moment, before biting down with more force, still as gentle as you could be when practically stabbing into someone’s skin.
Mike makes a rather embarrassing sound when Will finally breaks skin, his body unconsciously gravitating closer to Will—leaning into his touch.
He bites down on his lip because, to no surprise, it does hurt. It hurts remarkably bad. Mike shudders and Will carefully swipes his thumb along Mike’s wrist—compensating for the pain.
After a couple of seconds, Will shifts, like something clicked. And he becomes hungrier. He digs deeper into Mike’s arm—still conscious enough to not cause Mike immense pain, but it definitely still hurts.
Will makes a strained noise at the back of his throat. He opens his eyes and tilts his head a little to the right—making direct eye contact with Mike. His gaze is so hard.
God. He knows, he has to know what this is doing to Mike. Mike takes a deep breath, not faltering in gaze from Will. Watching him drink Mike’s own blood feels far more intimate than anything. This has to cross a line. When did they cross this line? Was is when Mike said ‘I want you to.’ Or when Will decided to stare into Mike’s eyes while actively feeding from his wrist?
Will pulls off of Mike—his mouth neatly stained.
Neither of them say a word, Will still has both hands on Mike.
Right before Mike is about to break the silence—Will lunges forward, vehemently pushing Mike on his back onto the armrest.
Will leans towards Mike’s neck, stopping right before his ear.
“Are you scared?” He whispers.
Mike’s breath hitches.
He’s not.
He should be, he knows he should be. Will has a deranged look in his eye. One that’s so not Will. Maybe it is, maybe Mike’s just never seen it before.
“No.” He breathes out.
Will doesn’t hesitate.
Mike lets out a whimper—he would be more embarrassed of if he didn’t have more pressing matters.
The pain hits all at once, far more intense now that it’s at his neck.
It’s overwhelming at first, until it feels …good? It beyond question still hurts like a bitch, but theres a sort of calming effect. Almost like he’s floating, surfing on the pain.
Will lets one of his arms go off of Mike’s arm and places it on the other side of his neck—trailing up and tracing the outline of his jaw before cradling his cheek. Mike can’t help but lean into the touch—letting out a content sigh. He places his hand on the small of Will’s back, pulling him closer, Will grumbles.
Will’s hand trails down to Mike’s chest. He then freezes.
He quickly but carefully latches off of Mike, sitting up, his hands not leaving Mike’s wrist and chest.
He looks completely and utterly shocked.
“I— oh my god.” His eyes falter over all of Mike’s body
Mike’s head falls back, nothing there catch it. He’s lightheaded, probably from losing blood.
“Mike? Are, are you okay? Please be okay.” He starts to panic, trying his best to lift Mike’s head back up.
“I’m sorry I, I didn’t mean to…”
“Will…” He pants.
Will doesn’t respond.
Mike grabs his face—with the arm that doesn’t have bite marks on it. He weakly smiles, then erupts into soft giggles, leaning into Will’s neck.
Will braces him, putting two steady arms at his shoulders.“What’s so funny?” Will’s so confused, it just makes him laugh harder.
He pulls back—rubbing gentle circles into Will’s cheek. He hesitates for a moment, his eyes flickering between each of Will’s eyes, then his lips. Will swallows, seeming to understand what Mike wants. He leans in and Will meets him halfway.
Will slowly melts into Mike—pushing him back onto the armrest, careful this time. His hand grazes where he just bit Mike, a marking, that he’s Will’s. It causes Mike to gasp into Will’s mouth, making Will grin. Mike’s other hand trails Will’s shoulder, arm, chest, before ending up at his waist—exploratory.
This is real. This is real, Mike is kissing Will, and Will is kissing him back. Will’s hand finds its way to Mike’s hair, gripping it. Not hard, but firm. It’s a little gross because Mike can taste his own blood—metallic, it doesn’t taste very good but Mike doesn’t care about that. He’s kissing Will.
Will starts to giggle into the kiss, until his smile is so big Mike has to pull away just to see it.
“What?” He smiles, resisting the urge to start laughing himself.
“It’s just, of all the times i’ve imagined this happening, this was never in the cards.”
“You’ve imagined this?”
“Shut up.”
Will kisses him again. Slow, this time, instead of desperate. Like they have all the time in the world, and right now? it feels like they do.
Mike can’t help but feel giddy at the thought that Will has imagined this, that he wants this just as much as he does.
Mike’s other hand ends up at Will’s waist too, and he squeezes it, just a little. Will shudders—his hand pulling at Mike’s hair. Will pulls away and kisses down his jaw, before he pauses in front of the bite mark, (that’s still bleeding) and presses a gentle kiss to it.
“Does it hurt?” He asks, not looking away from it—his hand sliding out of Mike’s hair to lightly graze the mark, the blood slicking his fingers.
“Yeah.” Mike decides not to lie, what’s the point?
“I can’t believe I bit you.” He shakes his head.
“I can’t believe you bit me!”
Will scoffs.
“You asked me to.”
“You wanted to! Besides, I didn’t ask you to bite me on the neck.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. You’re gonna have to cover that up.”
“Why should I?”
“You… Obviously!”
“Fine, i’ll just put a bandaid or something on it.”
“Speaking of, it’s still bleeding.” Will starts to get up. Mike grabs his arm.
“I’ll get it, you need to shower.”
“What if someone sees you with blood pouring down your neck?”
“Will, you’re far more incriminating than I am, you’re practically drenched in blood!”
Will sighs. “Okay.”
Mike gets up, holding two fingers over the mark in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
He hesitates to leave Will’s side. He doesn’t quite know where they stand right now, he thinks about kissing him again. He doesn’t.
He slowly turns around, and starts to walk up the stairs.
“Oh and, Mike?” Will calls out.
Mike turns over his shoulder. “Hm?”
“I’m pretty sure I killed an animal.”
Mike smiles at the implications of that, before turning around and walking back up the stairs.
He heads to the bathroom, searching for a bandaid or something. He finds a small one, just big enough to cover up the mark if he positions it at the right angle. Before putting it on, he barley wets a wad of toilet paper—albeit just getting paper towels would be easier.
It stings to the touch, and Mike hisses. It doesn’t hurt when Will touches it. Oh, yeah, he feels like he kinda just… glossed over the whole my best friend? Maybe more? Is a fucking vampire now.
How did it even happen? Is it irreversible? It has to be right? When Will was possessed by the mind flayer, they were able to get it out of him. Yeah, it’s a little different now, but it’s still all his doing isn’t it? What else would explain it?
Mike sighs and throws the blood-soaked toilet paper in the trash and unpacking the band-aid. He probably should do a little more to disinfect the wound, considering it broke through skin, and if it hurt that bad, it has to be something that not only a little bandaid and some water can fix. He decides to worry about that tomorrow because he’s just so tired. Will it scar?
Right, he has a mark on his wrist too. Will must’ve been starving. Thankfully, that’s not really bleeding anymore. He still decides to put a bandaid on that too, just to cover it up. He’s not sure what Dustin or Lucas would say if he had marks eerily close to vampire bites on his neck and wrist. Then he would have to explain everything that’s going on with Will. Well, not everything, that would put both Will and him in a bad position.
He walks out of the bathroom and heads back to the basement. Hopefully he didn’t take too long. He opens the door, Will is sitting on the couch—wrapped in the same blanket Mike brought down before. He looks… off
“Hey, you okay?” He asks, walking down towards the couch.
Will looks up at him “Yeah, just… thinking.”
Mike stands in-front of the couch. “About what?”
Will shakes his head. “I, don’t wanna keep killing animals. I hate it. What am I even supposed to do?”
Mike tilts his head. Was Will not present earlier?
“I mean…” Mike vaguely gestures to himself.
Will scoffs. “Mike, you don’t have infinite blood.”
True.
“Hey, I’m sure we’ll figure it out. For now just shower and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
Will blankly smiles—nodding and standing up. Mike walks with him up the stairs. And then they turn and walk up another flight of stairs. They make it to the top step and Mike pauses.
“I’ll be in my room, just come in whenever.” Mike points behind him.
“Mhm.” Will nods, before walking away. Did Mike do something wrong?
-
Mike is sitting in his bed, struggling to stay awake.
Will props the door open, walking inside.
“Hi.” He says, walking to Mike’s closet.
“Hi,” He pauses. “What’re you doing?”
Will turns around, confused. “Oh, I was just getting the sleeping bag. Did you get rid of it.”
Mike furrows his eyebrows. Does Will not wanna sleep in the same bed as him or something.
“No, I didn’t. I just… thought you could sleep in my bed, maybe?” Mike throws in the maybe just incase.
“Oh!” Will sounds, surprised almost. “Yeah, no, sure.” He walks over to Mike’s bed and slips under the covers, making sure to keep a distance with Mike.
Is Mike… imaging what happened earlier? Did he imagine them kissing? Why is Will being so wary?
“Did you want the light on or off?” He asks, he knows Will might not wanna sleep with it off after tonight.
“Off is fine.” He says as he lays down—turning to the opposite side of Mike.
Mike leans over and shuts it off, before laying down himself, staring at the dark ceiling.
He closes his eyes and tries to sleep.
-
Mike stirs due to the sound of quiet sobs coming from beside him. He looks over and can faintly see Will’s shoulders shaking—conforming his suspicions.
He sets a gentle hand on Will’s shoulder, causing him to stop shaking.
“Will?”
No response.
“Will.”
He tugs slightly pulling Will towards him. Will moves easily.
“Sorry.” He whispers between sobs.
“No, don’t be sorry, c’mere.” Will turns in towards Mike.
Mike grabs Will’s head and tucks it into his neck—resting his chin on the crown of his head. Will grips his shirt.
They fall asleep just like that.