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since Will Byers entered high school, his life had never been better, he got prettier with the time, and he was now in the basketball team, popular, two times crowned as homecoming king and he had managed to get with a boy too, and it was nice having mike wheeler, the guy of his dreams, as his boyfriend.
Mike was the complete opposite as his boyfriend: socially awkward, a bit ugly looking, he sucked at sports, and was a huge nerd, it was clear as the sun.
And the thing that made Mike upset wasn’t the fact that girls tried to hit on Will, or that the same boys that picked on him were the same boys that played the basketball matches with his boyfriend, but the fact that nobody knew that they were together, nobody should have known it, for the sake of both of them.
That evening, Mike was at will’s house, in his room, after Will convinced him, with a lot of effort, to go to a party with him, he wasn’t really sociable, but he kinda liked going at parties with Will , mostly because he could drive his boyfriend around in his car (even if Will was the one driving when Mike was drunk).
Will was trying on clothes, while Mike was sitting on the bed, in black jeans and a light blue shirt, playing with the buttons, looking up at the walls, full of posters and Will’s drawing, Mike smiled looking at The Smiths shirt he had gifted Will, it was left on the chair.
“This one is the prettiest” Mike said, as soon will put on a yellow shirt with a little purple star that El embroidered on the collar.
“I guess you could say it” Will said, with a bit of fake arrogance, laughing, and giving Mike a light kiss on his lips.
“I love you, silly” Mike smiled, holding his head, caressing his cheek.
As soon they went out of the house, Mike started the car, while Will caressed his thigh.
“You know that I melt when you act like that”
“I know you do, the last time I did it we ended up in the back seat with your head between my legs”
“Shut up, Will, shut up” Mike laughed, he always felt giggly and with butterflies in his stomach when he was with his boyfriend, while at the moment, he kept driving.
At parties, Mike was always around Will, or around the snacks and the alcohol, while Will was always talking, dancing, smiling, Mike always thought that Will was too nice for that popular crowd, like a flower in a dumpster, he considered those popular people fake, why Will was friends with them? He still passed most of his time with the party and all, but he still liked to hang out with all those who Mike considered jerks.
The other reason why Mike stood parties was also because sometimes he and Will came home together and slept in each other’s bed, hugging and making out, but he still had to wait for the party to end, and the options were two: either begging Will to come back home or to fake being sick, or just wait until the end of the party, but he was already sick of it.
Will was always one of the centers of those house parties, he never hosted one, since his house was too small and he didn’t really wanted to clean up after a bunch of drunk teenagers, but he never missed any of those, and occasionally dragged Mike with him.
And at the moment, while Mike was on a couch with a beer and his fourth or fifth plastic plate of potato chips, while Will, he was dancing around the room kept just a tiny paper cup with a little tequila in it, he wasn’t much of a drinker, since he didn’t fully liked the taste and reminded him of his dad a bit.
Mike always liked seeing his boyfriend dance, there was just something special about it, they always danced together in mike’s basement, putting on a random casette and just moved around, mike wasn’t definitely the most graceful man out there, but Will did not cared and always kissed him afterwards, and it was sad that he couldn’t dance with him in public, he didn’t wanted to get bullied again, his situation got better just because being “best friends” with the cool popular guy gives you a bit of protection from small town bullies.
He hated when girls flirted with Will, he knew his boyfriend was as hot, and that he was a social butterfly, and that no one had the privilege to know about them, not even the party.
“Can we go to the bathroom for a moment, dude? I don’t feel so good” mike pretended to be sick and to act like all the normal guys acted with their friends, why he ended up sounding so awkward and weird?
In the bathroom, Mike was sitting on the floor, hugged by will’s strong arms, Will knew that Mike wasn’t really sick and just uncomfortable there, and he was as Golding his boyfriend on his chest, it was almost funny, how tall mike usually was and how different it looked when he was crawling on his boyfriend’s chest like a sad child.
“You know you don’t have to pretend being sick to go away from house parties?” Will kept caressing his head, while Mike pressed his face between his boyfriend’s pecs, not seeing the kind smile on his face.
“But you love parties and I don’t want you to think I’m uncool or something for saying directly that I want to go home”
“I could never think it, babe”
“But your friends would, they look so mean” Mike still pressed his face in his pecs, hugging him.
“We are not exactly friends, you and the party are my friends, those are just people I spend time with”.
Will always had this soft voice, and Mike had one too just for Will, and Mike know how much his boyfriend was a sensitive soul.
The couple stayed silent for the whole car ride to mike’s house, probably because they were tired, there was no sound except for a few giggle coming from Will, while he looked at Mike driving.
“Why so happy? I thought you were offended because I dragged you out of the party”
“I’m happy because you look like a dork, Micheal your cheeks are a bit red after you drink”
“I didn’t drink much, I’m absolutely sober after one beer”
“Weird, since you’re an absolute light weight”
“Not everyone is as strong as you, Will”
Will started laughing, touching mike’s hand, and Mike responded to him with a little nice smile.
Will always liked staying at mike’s house, especially for the night, even if at the moment they had to be more than quiet, mostly because Karen would tore Mike in half if she saw him coming back during the night, and Will couldn’t fully blame her, even if he would never tell it to Mike “moody teenage boy” Wheeler.
“How long are you gonna take? You just need to throw on a shirt for sleeping, and I am tired, really tired.” Mike said a bit too loudly, he was already laying in bed with a random shirt and boxers on, he had been in bed for not even three full minutes and his hair were already a mess, it used to happen less when he had shirt hair, but when long hair it was an absolute hell, thank god at least it made a cool look.
“It’s not my fault your shirts do not fit me” Will said, while he kept searching for something to wear.
“It’s because you are all strong and big, stupid jock?”
“Don’t call me a stupid jock, Micheal, not all jocks are stupid”
“To me you seem to exception to that” Mike laughed, while Will gave him a dirty and sassy look.
“God, I just want a shirt to sleep in”
“You can stay shirtless if you want”
After Mike said it, there was silence for a minute in the room, and Will took silently off the shirt, crawling next to Mike in bed, and luckily for his boyfriend, Will was absolutely perfect, looking strong and toned, like every other jock? Maybe, but that was his jock, his man, he struggled to believe it sometimes, how could he, Mike Wheeler, deserve a boyfriend this wonderful?
“Why are we silent right now?” Mike asked, caressing will’s head.
“I don’t know, it’s weird considering you’ve seen me like this plenty of times…god, I’ve literally been inside you, why is it so awkward right now on a normal Friday night?” Will answered, playing with Mike’s shirt’s collar, it was a normal red shirt bought from god knows where, but Will still thought red looked good on his boyfriend, even if Mike was convinced that he looked like an ugly tomato in that color.
“You look gorgeous, Mike” Will said with a low tone, looking up at his boyfriend, while he kept playing with his hair and shirt collar, Will loved mike’s long hair.
“Really? Even if right now I look like a tired mess?”
“I think you’re always gorgeous”
“And I think you’re a liar” mike looked at him, still caressing his head, stealing a few glances at will’s toned and strong chest, while letting out a loud yawn.
“I could never lie to you about how pretty you are, you look like an angel right now”
“You’re such a sap.”
“I know, and I love it”.
Will laughed, kissing Mike’s neck, it always gave an effect to him, even when he was really tired, like at the
moment.
“I think I’m gonna fall asleep in a few seconds” Mike said, between a yawn and another.
“Then goodnight Mike, I love you”
“Goodnight will…I love you too”.