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The night was warm—seeing as it was summer. The air would never properly circulate the Wheeler basement, especially this time of year.
The Party had finished a campaign, three different movies, and so much food, all in the last 6 hours of the summer day.
The boys were sprawled out across two mattresses on the floor, Lucas claimed the couch, this left the other three to squish together. At least, Mike and Will were squished, Dustin somehow ended up with his own mattress. The pillows and blankets were not helping with the heat. Despite the heat, Will was resting his legs on top of Mike’s, sweat slicking their skin.
“Dude, can you turn up the air at all? It feels like I’m melting and it’s 1 in the morning, it’s supposed to be colder than this.” Dustin complained, smacking Mike’s shoulder.
“I can try, it never works correctly down here.” He stood up, walking over to the thermostat and cranking it up.
“There. That should help.” He laid back down, putting Will’s legs back on top of his.
“Thanks, I think I’m gonna get some sleep.” Dustin turned over, facing away from the others.
“Yeah, me too. Goodnight guys.” Lucas also turned over.
Mike’s eyes met Will’s, communicating without words. Will moved his legs under him, both boys still facing each other.
“Goodnight Will.” Mike whispered, his eyes fluttering shut.
“ ‘Night.” Mike heard Will whisper back, then the sheets rustling, like he was turning around.
Mike must’ve fallen asleep soon after…
Mike wakes up, Will is facing him now. Mike leans in, placing a hand on his waist and a kiss to his lips—soft and gentle. Will kisses back, matching his effort. Mike knows this is a dream, but Will feels so close. So real beneath his fingers. Like he can feel the hem of his shirt and the heat blooming down below.
Mike pulls Will closer, placing his knee between Will’s thighs, feeling Will’s erection against his leg. Mike lets out a whimper as he feels Will’s getting off on his leg, rutting his hips. Mike relishes in his heat, coaxing him through it with low whispers of “I got you, I’m here.”
Mike’s hips thrust at the same momentum against Will’s thigh, feeling himself get closer and closer to his peak. Will is also audibly getting closer, his thrusts speeding up and Mike matching his pace.
Mike moves away, turning the opposite way before he finishes.
He stands up, padding over to the bathroom in the basement and rubbing himself through the rest of the way, covering his hand and stomach. He cleaned himself up and went back to the mattress, Will was gone for some reason.
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Mike woke up the next morning to an empty basement. He figured everyone was already upstairs so he went up to meet them.
Dustin was at the table with a mountain of waffles, Lucas was eating the last of the bacon, and Will sat perched on a chair with his favorite — eggs and syrup.
Mike sat wordlessly next to Will and stole a waffle off of Dustin’s tower, ignoring his protests.
“Dude, were you and Will not close enough last night? At least wait until we’re not here.” Lucas muttered.
“What are you talking about?” Mike asked through a mouthful.
“Me and Dustin were less than a foot away from you, you could’ve done that when you guys were alone. You know, like normal people do?”
“Do what? I don’t follow.” Mike looked around helplessly, then at Will, whose eyes were wide open and glued to his plate.
“You don’t know what I’m talking about?”
“Not even close.”
“You seemed pretty close last night.”
Mike choked on a bite, coughing as his hand flew up to his chest.
Will froze, letting out a soft chuckle.
“What– you– how did you–” Mike started, his sentences jumbling together as he interrupted himself.
“You thought you were dreaming, didn’t you?”
“I– wasn’t?”
“Nope.” Will finally muttered with a scoff.
“Oh. Did I actually…? Jeez okay I’m embarrassed actually. That’s my cue to leave and never show my face again.” Mike stood up, stomping down the basement stairs as quickly as he could.
He paced around, running his hands through his hair and down his face.
It’s fine, you’re fine. No one knows you’re gay. They don’t have to know. I’ll just apologize to Will and we can pretend none of this ever happe–
There was a knock at the basement door before it twisted open.
“Mike?”
Shit, it was Will. He’s probably coming to yell at Mike and say how that was weird and–
“Are you okay?” Will’s closer now. Too close.
Mike takes a step back, putting too much space between them, but yet, it doesn’t feel like enough.
“Yeah, yeah. I- I’m really sorry. I, like, violated you and I shouldn’t have done that I thought you were a dream. I mean could you blame me? You look like a dream. But I guess I wasn’t actually dreaming and now you hate me and I understand if you never want to talk to me again I just–”
Will cut off Mike's rambling with a kiss.
Mike pulled away after a few seconds, “Oh.”
“It’s okay, Mike.” Will brought his hands up to cradle Mike’s face, rubbing small circles on his cheeks with his thumbs. “I liked it. I like you.”
“Oh. You- you do?”
“Yeah, was it not obvious? I had to go to the bathroom upstairs when you wouldn’t let me finish, where did you think I went?”
“Oh. No, that makes a lot of sense actually.”
“Yeah, you’re not the brightest sometimes.” Will chuckles, moving his hands down Mike’s neck and onto his shoulders.
“Hey! That’s not nice.”
“What’s not nice is you leaving before I could finish.”
“Well then I guess I’ll have to have another dream tonight, won't I?”