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Mike Wheeler is a velcro boyfriend. Needs to be next to Will, needs to feel his body warmth radiate onto his skin, needs to be surveilling at all times, needs for their body to melt together, be forever as one. Can't be apart from Will, swears up and down his body starts to malfunction, symptoms of withdrawals start to appear— Will calls him dramatic but it's true. So, after being out almost all day Mike is very eager to finally see his boyfriend.
And who can blame him, when the Will Byers is waiting patiently for him at home. He's everything anyone can want– kind, sweet, funny, beautiful, and lets not forget how talented he is. Everything about him is so entrancing, Mike can't get enough. Also, after a busy day of talking to pretentious writers, hearing the inkling of superiority in their voice to a young beginner author like Mike, all he wants to do is collapse in bed and smell the fresh vanilla scent lingering on the sheets from his boyfriend.
He loves their shabby shared apartment— small, crowded, and a little overpriced but it's a dream come true to share his life with Will.
Mike now stands at the door taking out the keys from his pocket. The jiggling of the metal is loud as he struggles to fit the keys into the shitty lock. It's almost impossible to open sometimes and it's infuriating. The last thing he wants to deal with is a minor inconvenience that sends him over the edge. After a few more tries and curses under his breath he hears the click of the lock and Mike is in.
"Honey, I'm home!" Mike exaggerates each and every word. The silly statement all started off as a joke but soon turned into the norm. He figures it brought Will comfort announcing his presence so he doesn't dare to skip it. There was no response from the other but Mike doesn't worry as he can hear the soft symphony of Will's music rippling through the apartment. He smiles to himself as he's taking off his shoes and suit jacket. Hanging the jacket in the entryway coat rack. Mike then sets his key on the kitchen counter and scuttles into their room.
"Will, baby, I'm ba-" is all Mike was able to get out before he sucked his breath so hard his lungs felt like they shivered. He stands in place mouth agape trying to understand his view.
The soft warm light of the lamp illuminates the room, and what he sees before him is delicate , beautiful Will Byers on their bed lying on his stomach swinging his legs in the air. Will's sketchbook is placed under him as he rests his head on one of his hands. It's a sight to see and one that Mike wants to take a picture of and frame it on every wall they have. The real kicker is what he's wearing, it's a sweater he's never seen before but that's not the issue.
The issue is how it hugs Will's body so comfortably, can see how it clasps around Will’s waist in such a mouth drooling way it makes Mike's eye twitch a bit. Will looks so soft, so airy and free he's afraid Will might vanish into thin air. Is this real life right now, is all Mike can compute in his mind, his legs buckling, mouth suddenly salivating, and he feels his pupils dilate.
"Oh, hi Mike," Will says with pink stained cheeks and a shy sweet smile. Will gets off the bed and walks towards Mike— Oh God Mike needs to eat him alive. His mind feels like it's about to pop inside his head, because again what is Will wearing right now?
The sweater is clearly for a woman, which he doesn't care about– he cares how it evokes the strong hunger that lies deep inside him. Will looks stunning, of course he does it’s Will after all, anything he wears automatically suits him— but this is on a whole other level. The sweater not only fits his body incredibly well it also exposes some of his skin, which Mike is having a hard time ignoring. Like a Victorian man seeing ankles for the first time, Mike’s eyes immediately find Will's exposed collar bones and follows how the neck line dips down to his chest, skin slightly peeking out— it's delicious, and all he wants to do is sink his teeth into the soft flesh.
Mike feels everything slow down, the sheer beauty of Will breaking down the concept of time. How is Will even more beautiful than before? Is that even possible? His mouth is open yet nothing comes out like words are now a foreign concept. Will steps closer to Mike, drops his head down looking at the ground, blush overtaking his face. He chews on his lip.
"D- do you not like it?" Doubt laces every word coming out of Will's mouth, and Mike can feel the fear already rippling through him. He snaps back to reality needing to reassure Will that it's quite the opposite actually, he wants nothing more than to kiss Will till he's suffocating and clawing at his back for air. Mike clears his throat before he speaks.
"What? No baby, I'm just surprised" It's true. Will wasn't one to buy himself things like this. Mike knew Will has always been on the pretty side when it comes to defining his looks. Though he didn't think Will would ever buy himself something overtly feminine, remembering how everyone would rip him apart for anything he did or wore back in Hawkins.
Mike isn't complaining, he’s blessed to see such beauty before him. He would be lying if he said he never thought about Will in cute clothes or even going as far as picturing him in lingerie but he kept that to himself. Now however, Will looks ravishing, like God himself shed light onto him and he can see the halo forming above his head.
“Oh.” Will says quietly, still looking down, fidgeting with the sleeve of the sweater. It's been a habit of his since he was a kid, a way of trying to calm his anxiety. Mike knows he probably took what he said wrong. Will’s habit of taking things negatively especially when it comes to him venturing into unknown territories.
Mike sees the blood flow all over Will's face down to his chest, and knows he is terrified of what he's thinking of him right now. It makes him softly chuckle because why should he be? He worshipped everything Will did. Will could draw a straight line on a wet napkin and Mike would have used it as a center piece, framing it like Picasso himself made it— which Mike thinks Will is better than any artists out there.
Mike brings his hand to cup Will's face, nudging it slightly upwards to make Will look up at him. Will's long eyelashes flutter a little before hazel eyes are meeting his own. Mike's heart stutters a bit, no matter how many times he's seen Will's eyes, they still manage to be magical. They just stare at each other for a bit, Mike caressing the side of Will’s face while he nuzzles into it.
"You look so pretty, like so fucking pretty its driving me crazy" Mike whispers hand going down to Will’s neck and brushing his Adam’s apple gently. Will whimpers a bit, while Mike tries not to attack his mouth and make a mess out of him. Mike lowers his hand until it meets Will's exposed collar bone. He lets his finger slide back and forth across it seeing how it makes the smaller boy shiver.
"Will, when did you buy this?"
"Today when you were away. I went shopping for us and found it…" Will says softly, voice still filled with wariness and it makes Mike ache. He knows firsthand how much Will was bullied for his “girlish” ways and wishes he can staple everyone's mouth who spoke or even thought ill of him shut. He so badly wants to take away all Will’s sorrows, put them in a jar and throw them into the ocean, watch as they sink down never to be seen again.
"It looks wonderful on you baby" Mike takes a step back to get a better view of Will, the desire to memorize every inch of Will in this sweater swimming in his mind. He lowers his hands till they're at Will’s waist and soaks in the beauty of what is Will Byers. Mike feels so lucky to have such a gorgeous boyfriend like Will, and wonders how he even got him in the first place. How did a guy like Mike ever manage to bag someone as sweet, patient, and marvelous as Will? It's a question that pops up in his head often and he finds no answers to it.
Mike's hands are now traveling up and down Will's body, feeling the nice fabric graze his hands. He steps closer, invading Will’s space and kisses his forehead. Then he kisses his cheeks, jaw, eyes, nose, mouth, every centimeter of him till Will is left giggling and pushing him back softly.
"You’re so pretty, so beautiful it's a hazard for everyone around" Mike says as he peppers endless kisses.
"Mike," Will says in between giggles and Mike feels like he's levitating, the room feeling so light he might pass out. Mike halts his kissing, and lets their foreheads rest together, breathing each other's space. Mike hand finds Will’s and interlocks them. He lets out a long, heavy sigh, forgetting the air trapped in lungs.
"Baby y'know I’ll never be weirded out by anything you do or wear right?" Mike says while looking directly into Will’s eyes, needing the words to fill up his soul.
"Yes… I know…" Will averts his gaze for a bit but brings them back to Mike’s again. Mike slowly brings his face closer till their lips graze. He feels Will shudder a bit and then gasp when Mike finally presses his mouth on to his. Despite the hunger Mike felt seeing Will in the sweater the kiss has none of that behind it. It's a kiss full of covet to let him know how much he loves him. The sweetness of his mouth trying to erase all the anxiety Will’s mind has been feeding him. The kiss is slow and saccharine where it leaves both of their chest tightening for more.
Mike breaks apart and hears the small whine from Will at the loss of his lips. Mike pulls back still holding Will's hand, half way stretched out. The sight of Will's soft features and rosy cheeks is mind numbing. All Mike can really do is focus on not letting drool come out his mouth.
Before he can even think about what he's doing Mike lifts Will's arm up.
"Mike what are you-" it's cut off by Mike twisting his body with his elevated arm into a tiny spin. Once Will is facing Mike again he can feel his face beat crimson red from embarrassment. He laughs shyly, burying his head into Mike’s chest, it's too much in such a heart-aching way. Mike treats him with such delicacy, it overwhelms him at times. A small gesture like this, one where they've seen countless times in cheesy romance movies just happened to him. His heart thumps so hard against his chest Will might need to call a doctor.
Mike wraps his arms around Will kissing the top of his head, smelling the strawberry vanilla scent he seems to naturally emit. Will stays buried in Mike's chest till the burning of his cheeks starts to settle down.
"Oh, I even bought you a sweater," Will says as he breaks away from Mike.
"I don't think a sweater like yours would look great on me sweetheart," Mike says quite matter of factly, and Will rolls his eyes.
"No, not like mine, but something similar." Will turns around and goes to the nightstand where the sweater is at and unfolds it. The sweater is almost identical to Will’s other than the fact it was made for a man instead but if Mike’s being honest with himself, he’ll wear the same woman's sweater if it makes Will happy. Though the point still stands in how Will would outshine him.
Will walks back to Mike and pushes the sweater against his chest signaling for him to put it on and Mike complies. He unbuttons his work shirt which he totally forgot he was in as he was too busy being captivated by his lovely boyfriend. He swiftly puts on the sweater and it's nice, of course it is. Whatever Will buys him makes his heart beat and brings a pink hue to his cheeks.
He walks to the full body mirror and checks how it looks on him. It feels great but his focus is still on his beautiful boyfriend beaming behind him.
"Come here princess, I wanna see you in the mirror too" Will blushes at the name and walks up to be standing in front of Mike both looking at their reflection. Mike can see how content Will is and it brings a rush of blood to his heart.
Mike holds Will's waist again, rocking back and forth, kissing the back of his neck and slightly pushing the sweater down his shoulders. He loves the taste of Will’s skin on his mouth. The underlying sweetness it has drives him crazy, the need to devour him only grows everyday and right now with Will looking delicate and soft it's hard to resist the urges.
Mike is failing, now biting Will's skin with a bit of force and slipping his hand under the soft fabric to roam around all over Will’s body. His hand slowly travels from his navel all the way up his chest. Lightly runs over Will’s nipple and it elicits a small whine from him, always being so sensitive there. Will tilts his neck to the side to give Mike all the access he needs. Mike goes over Will's nipple again but this time stops to pinch it. Will arches off Mike's chest and moans.
"M-mike" Will says breathlessly and Mike can only smirk against his skin knowing this is all it takes to make Will weak in the knees. He stops however, wanting to savor the view of Will in the sweater before he gets to ripping it apart. Will huffs in frustration and turns around to wrap his hands around Mike's neck and kisses him hard. They cling onto each other, Will licking the bottom of Mike's lip telling him to open his mouth and so he does. The room is filled with the smacking of their mouths and small moans from the two of them.
Will pulls back and looks at Mike with such desire and want, Mike knows he looks the same pupils so dilated like the void consumed them. Will pulls a little more back opening his mouth to say something but he hesitates, then goes for it.
"I look pretty good don't you think?" Will’s skin turns redder by the second and it's so cute. Mike chuckles and bites his lip so hard he thinks he will break skin.
"Will, my princess, you always look gorgeous." Will giggles a bit and looks Mike in the eyes.
"I was thinking maybe… we can go back and buy more clothes like… like this?" Mike can see him chew the inside of cheek. "If that's okay with you?"
And of fucking course its okay with him? More than okay. Will has never looked more gorgeous in his life, Mike wonders what other treasures he can find in the store that Will would love to put on.
"I’ll buy you the moon. All you gotta do is say the words and I’m off to space" He's being dead serious, he'll buy anything Will wants. If he asks for a piece of Jupiter Mike will be finding the fastest route and bringing it to Will's feet — whatever his princess wants he is going to get, it doesn't matter if it's impossible because that's not an option.
Will looks at him with those big doe eyes full of joy. Mike grinds his teeth together. It's okay if he takes a chunk off of him right? He restrains himself. Will pecks him on the lips so softly it almost feels like nothing.
"Okay, let's go next weekend then?" Will pipes up and Mike nods slowly. Arms wrapped around each other, Mike’s hands find Will's hips and Will clings onto Mike's neck resting under his chin.
Will can hear and feel Mike's heart beating hard, and he thinks it’s endearing. Mike always gets overly excited with anything he does, it makes him feel so loved. Will eyes begin to water, the surge of emotions overtaking him. He knew Mike would've never condemned him for wearing this piece of fabric yet the fear of rejection was too strong.
He's happy Mike loves every part of him, even this one. This part of himself that is so hard to accept sometimes it leaves him feeling sick. Will’s eyes water, the warmth of the tears pooling.
Mike hears Will sniffle and immediately stiffens. He pulls Will back just a tad. He watches as tears gently fall down Will’s face. He hates to see Will cry, never wants to see any liquid roll down his face that isn't due to Mike pleasuring him.
"W-whats wrong, baby, are you okay?" Mike's eyes scans all over his face darting everywhere to find the problem.
"Yes I'm okay, I'm sorry, I-I’m just so happy. I never got to be like this back in Hawkins, never got to feel p-pretty. Never had the chance to be myself. I was scared of being the town freak. Which is stupid because I’ve always been the town freak since the start" Will cries a little harder hiccupping once he finishes.
Mike brings him into a tight hug stroking Will's hair.
"Fuck those people Will, they were all meatheads remember. And besides we are in New York baby, a place where no one knows us, okay? We are free from that stupid town. There is no one in Hawkins here, we can be ourselves here. No need to worry about trying to fit in. I love you so much" Mike feels Will sob harder but he knows he needs this, to let everything out.
It must be so scary for him, being the pinnacle of mockery all his life for simply being too soft, too kind, too feminine. Mike never experienced the bullying he had. He was never labeled a queer, had the privilege of falling into stereotypical masculine roles that Will never seemed to fit into and quite frankly never will. He loves Will for who he is: sweet, kind, patient, delicate, and timid.
"Look tell you what? We go back into that store like you said, and I'll buy you anything you want mhm? I mean I was already going to pay but the gesture still counts... Anyways that's not the point. Whatever you want, baby. It can be the whole fucking store. Shit we can even hit up multiple stores at that. Leave me in debt, I don't care,” Mike rambles about as he kisses Will's hair. Will's breath becomes steady with the soothing words from Mike. Will looks up at him with clumped wet eyelashes and smiles softly.
"Okay I would love that."
Mike brings his head down and kisses Will, pushing him till he softly hits the bed. Mike climbs on top of him attacking him with kisses and nips of his skin.
Will deserves to be happy, he deserves to be pretty because he is, and Mike wants to replace the awful memories back in Hawkins with these sweet ones. The city is a new place where they can both be who they wanna be and shape themselves into the dream they longed for. So yeah, Mike is going to buy whatever the hell Will wants. Fuck what society think of them. If Will wants to dress a bit girly, who cares? His princess is happy and that's all he cares for.