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"Zzz..."
Will can hear Mike snoring from where he lays on the spare mattress next to his bed. Mike fell asleep hours ago, but it has not been so easy for Will. He keeps trying to fall asleep, but everytime that he shuts his eyes, he can only think of Vecna.
He hears rustling, like Mike's rolling over, and then–BAM!
Mike has rolled out of his bed, now laying on top of Will. Yet somehow he's still not awake.
He snores again, his face right near Will's ear, amplifying the sound.
"ZZZ...ZZZ...ZZZ... HONK SHOE HONK SHOE... ZZZ...ZZZ..."
That's fucking it.
Will tries to push Mike off of him, but he has no success. So then he tries to wake him up by shaking his shoulders. It works. Kinda...
"Hmm?" Mike mutters sleepily, raising his head to look at Will, using his hands– each placed next to Will's head– to keep himself up.
"You okay?" Will asks.
Mike nods, then rests his head back on Will's shoulder.
Will brings one hand up to Mike's hair, pulling him away from his neck in the same way you would pick a cat up by its scruff.
"Ow." Mike whines, and Will lets go.
"For the love of God, please stop snoring in my ear."
Mike just lays his head back down, whispering softly. "M'kay, baby, just go back to sleep."
Ha, 'back' to sleep. Wait. BABY?!
"What did you just call me?" Will asks.
"Baby." Mike whispers again, pressing a soft kiss to Will's neck.
"We're not dating, Mike."
Mike raises his head and pouts. "Fuck that."
"What?"
"You're my boyfriend now. I've decided."
Will shakes his head. "Mike, you can't just decide that."
"Sure I can." Mike moves one hand up to Will's jaw, dragging his thumb across his lips.
Will's breath hitches. "Mike." He chokes out.
"Can I kiss you?"
God, Will really wants that, but he knows that Mike is too tired to mean anything he says right now. Mike isn't himself, he's just sleepy.
No, Will tries to say. Instead, he says, "Please."
Mike leans forward, capturing Will's lips with his own, and before he knows it, Will is kissing back, then Mike's tongue is in his mouth, then Mike's hands are on his waist and he's kissing Will's neck.
"Baby," Mike keeps whispering between kisses. Then he finally stops pressing kisses to Will's neck and just lays there. "Go to sleep." He says softly.
Maybe it's the recent events, or maybe it's the way Mike's holding him, or maybe it's the warmth of Mike pressed against him, but Will finally falls asleep.
The next morning, Will wakes up first. He feels a strange warmth, and he realizes that Mike is laying on top of him. The events of last night come rushing back. Will Mike remember? Are they dating? Will is so confused.
He hears a half yawn, half groan near his ear, so he knows Mike's awake.
"What the–" Mike cuts himself off, taking in his surroundings. "Fuck, how did we get here?" He asks, but doesn't make an attempt to move.
"You fell off your bed, right on top of me."
"Shit, are you okay?"
"I tried to ask you the same, but you were all like 'baby, go back to sleeeeeeep it's okaaaay, babyyyy'." Will does an exaggerated impression of Mike.
Mike tries to bite back a laugh, but it doesn't really work. He buries his face farther into Will's neck, trying to hide himself.
Eventually he pulls away to sit up. He looks like he's about to say something, but then he glances at Will's neck and changes his mind.
"Why do you have hickeys? You didn't– when we went to bed– fuck did I do that?"
Will nods, sitting up too. Now Mike's practically sitting in his lap. "Yeah, I told you we weren't dating, and you were all like 'fuckk that, you're my boyfriend now'."
"Please tell me you're fucking with me."
"And then–"
"Oh god."
"Then you were like," Will puts his hands on Mike's jaw, just as Mike had done the night before. "'Can I kiss you?'"
"Are you asking or saying that I said that?"
"Both?"
"In that case, you don't have to ask." Mike leans forward, kissing Will, leaving no space between them.
"Am I your boyfriend now?" Will asks, pulling away to breathe.
"Yeah."
"Good, because you got pretty close to fucking me last night–"
"Shut uppp." Mike groans, kissing him again.