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Mike knew, logically, that he should not be doing this. But when you see the love of your life crying and leaving the room, of course you follow him.
It had been a few months of the Byers living with the Wheelers, and honestly Mike didn’t know how he felt about it. On one hand, living with your best friend is great! Having sleepovers daily, always having someone to hangout with. But on the other hand living with your best friend who you recently realized you’ve been in love with for the better half of your life is complete chaos. Mike was constantly in Will’s presence and there was no escape. On this particular Saturday morning, their oversized family of 8 had just finished their breakfast and everyone had spread out for the day. Mike noticed though, that today Will hadn’t spoken a word to anyone, so when he saw him and Joyce talking alone and quietly in the living room, his curiosity got the best of him. He stood behind the wall going between the kitchen and living room, keeping absolutely quiet so he could hear their conversation:
“Mom, I’ve been wanting to tell you something for the longest time…I-”
Will cuts off abruptly, inhaling shakily through a deep breath.
“It’s ok, Honey. Take your time.” Joyce consoles him, while she rubs soft circles into his back.
“Mom…I-I don’t like girls.”
Mike chokes on a breath as the last part of Will’s confession comes out in a tumble. Unfortunately for Mike, Will notices immediately.
“Mike…did you hear all of that?” but Will doesn’t even need a verbal response after seeing the expression on his best friend’s face. Absolute horror. Will rushes past him, into the Wheeler’s basement and slams the door. It’s deathly silent, all that can be heard is the faint puffs of breath from him and Joyce and the faint play of Holly’s radio from upstairs. Mike turns to Mrs. Byers, and what she sees on his face is completely different from what Will saw. Longing, love, want. The deep need to have and love her son. So she puts her hands on his shoulders and spins his toward the basement door, giving him a little shove towards it. He takes the hint and slowly makes his way to the steps, opening the door just as a familiar song starts to tinkle down from the vents.
‘Children behave, that’s what they say when we’re together’
Mike begins his descent of the stairs, the song being the literal soundtrack of his life. How ironic.
‘And watch how you play. They don’t understand, and so we’re’
He reaches the bottom of the stairs, just as his love, his light in the dark, his sorcerer, turns to him. They gaze at each other from across the room, Will’s red teary eyes meeting Mike’s love filled ones.
‘Runnin just as fast as we can’
Mike crosses the room to him, their bodies now just a few inches from each other.
‘Holdin on to one another’s hand’
The black haired boy brushes his hands down the brunette’s arms, slowly intertwining their fingers. He pulls their joined hands to his mouth, dropping feather-light kisses onto his love’s knuckles. Will gasps, his pink lips parted in shock, fear, but also excitement.
‘Tryin to get away into the night, but then you put your arms around me
And we tumble to the ground, and then you say…’
Mike moves his hands to Will’s freckled face, gently cupping his jaw. Will twines his arms around Mike’s neck, pulling him closer and closer until their noses are quite literally touching. Mike tilts his head, his eyelids drooping and his cherry lips parting in question. Will eagerly pushes forward.
‘I think we’re alone now, there doesn’t seem to be anyone around’
Their lips collide, at first gently and soft, curiously exploring what it’s like to finally do this. But then, Mike tilts Will’s jaw up more, angling his own face perfectly to absolutely ravish Will’s mouth. Years of longing and love is poured into the way Mike bites and sucks on the brunette’s lower lip. He opens his mouth in question, lightly prodding his sorcerer's pretty lips with his tongue. Will welcomes the deepening of the kiss, letting Mike absolutely destroy him. It’s messy and sloppy but oh so perfect, after years and years of wanting this nothing could be better. One of them finally pulls away, foreheads resting against each other, eyes closed. They sway softly to the music listening to the pounding of their synced hearts, creating the beat to their new lives.
‘I think we’re alone now, the beating of our hearts is the only sound’