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Having a boyfriend is incredible.
The feeling of his chest threatening to explode every time Chance smiles at him during lunch or the waves of ecstasy that crush into Will when the jock waves at him in the hallway.
Will would love to hold hands with him or scream along with Max specifically for their boyfriends during games, paint Chances numbers on his cheeks, run to him after winning and kiss him in front of the whole school like some John Cusack movie.
Or even have Chances arm around him when Will sketches on school grounds in front of everyone. Just the dark haired boy keeping his hand tangled up in the artist as the students pass them, just knowing they're together and not minding.
It's a pipe dream, and Will's not delusional enough to hold his breath till that day comes. It never will, least not in either of their lifetimes. And he's okay with that.
As he's waiting for the point guard to come out from the showers. Daydreaming where the night might take them, the brick wall scruffing his hair. Earlier the Filipino boy was grinning ear to ear as he told Will this morning he finally got his hands on ‘Heathers’.
A movie that all the kids of the town were scrambling for, with Steve and Robin constantly having to tell customers ‘It's out of stock, try again next week’.
The boy was woken up from his dream as three of the basketball team loudly debating emerged from the locker room, none of them being Chance.
Will attempts to turn himself into the corner so as to not attract unwanted attention from the jocks, not really in the mood to get harassed today.
“Man, Sammy went and fucked it all up, made them a bunch of corporate sellouts!”
“Get off of David Lee Roths dick, Walker!”
“David Lee Roth wishes Hargar would stop sucking his for inspiration!”
Perfect.
Loud jocks debating what's been on every guys mind since 1985. Roth vs. Hargar.
And why not throw in gay jokes, who cares about those fags.
“You are too blinded by- Byers! Come here and settle this for us!” Andy Walker motions for Will to come over.
And yeah, Will knows Andy. Asshole to Dustin their freshman year before giving a half asked apology sophomore year. And more importantly, his boyfriend's best friend.
A best friend who doesn't know about Chance being gay, and if your friend talked like that? Who'd want to come out?
So why the fuck is he taking to “Art kid Byers” now.
Will takes the smallest steps he can, making sure to have running room between him and the three jocks.
“Yeah?”
Not seeing anything weird with this interaction Andy Walker fully launches into his screw Sammy Hargar campaign, clapping Will on the back.
“Byers, please back me up here!”
The skinny,blonde jock smirked at Andy, “Didn't Russo tell you man, he thought Sammy was alright? What makes you think his boyfriend is gonna take your side?”
Boyfriend.
They're laughing about it because, of course, it can’t be true.
That's what makes it funny.
Will, once terrified of everything the upside down had. Now welcomes, it's sharp claws if it means getting out of the jocks presence.
“Oh c'mon Quinn, just because Russo's a fan of the sellout doesn't mean his boy is, right Byers?”
All eyes are on him now, underneath some sweaty preprally spotlight.
“I'm more of a fan of the cure and the clash.” He said, trying to stay as neutral as possible.
Andy huffs dramatically, “Jesus Christ does no one in this school understand the spirit of music? The purity of rock?”
“Are you still preaching, Andy?” Another voice comes out of the showers, the smooth voice that Will was waiting for this whole time.
“Yeah and your boyfriend doesn't understand the sanctity of Van Halen!”
Chance laughs at his friend's insanity, like he didn't just imply he was a queer.
The tanned boy just threw his arm around Will, pulling him into his chest. Chances’ cologne tickles at the shorter boys nose and it takes most of his strength not to curl his face into the pine wood scent.
“Ugh, fine. Yes, yes. Can this conversation be over? We have a date tonight.” The tanned boy cuddled Will even closer, brushing his lips over his hair.
What! What the fuck is this hot idiot doing? Is he trying to get them dragged to the woods in a bag?!
Quinn huffs out a smile, snarking at Will. “Yeah, I heard, Russo finally got his hands on ‘Heathers’. Don’t have too much fun, kids. Be safe.” He, Andy and the third jock laugh, walking down the hallway.
Pressing his lips to Wills hair, Chance breathes easy. “Sorry about him baby, you ready to go?”
…..Will’s brain is leaking, hang on. He’ll get back to you shortly.
“Chance..?” The brown haired boy looks up, eighty percent expecting Vencas blue eyes to be looking down.
But there’s the flirty boy humming in response.
“Chance, you- um- you know the guys actually think we’re dating. Right?” The black haired boy's eyes fill with confusion.
“But, we are? Aren’t we?” The usually unstoppable power keg of energy for the Tigers sounds so small.
Will reaches out to comfort him, “Of course we are. But why would you want them to know?”
Chances eyes glaze over with heartbreak, “You wanted to keep us a secret?”
“No! No, I thought you wanted to, I thought you didn’t want people to know you were gay.”
“Baby.” He laughed, “They know I’ve been gay since freshman year. Why would I want to keep you a secret?”
“How do-?” Will is in Vecna's mind, there’s no other way. “They know? They don’t care?”
“Well, we the mall split in two I figured ‘fuck it, there’s bigger fish to fry than me liking guys’ and I was right.”
Every social expectation Will ever grew up with snaps into glass.
“And they didn’t give you any shit?”
“Of course they did, but they aren’t really my type.” Chance wraps both of his arms around Will chest, pulling him into his.
“I know you’re not a fan of PDA but maybe we could hug a few times between classes, or hold hands during lunch?”
Chance thinks Will is the one that doesn’t want PDA? Chance thought he was respecting Will by staying distant?
Spinning around Will wraps his hands around Chances neck, kissing him fully in the middle of the hallway. Busy or not, the artist hopes this act of affection is enough for the player to understand that, yes.
Yes, he does want to hug before class. Yes, he does want to hold hands at lunch. Yes, he does want to kiss after practice.
“Yeah, that’d be fun.” Will’s blushing, and who gives a shit, he just kissed his amazing boyfriend in the same hallways he once hid from bullies.
“Perfect.” Chance gives one final kiss on the cheek before taking Wills hand and heading out for their date.