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“Good?” Will asks as if he already knows the answer. Mike can hear it in his voice—the way the corners of his mouth are lifted into a small smile. He likes that he knows this about Will; can tell just from listening.
Mike nods, face buried into Will’s sweater. His cheeks are bright pink, but Will can’t see that from this angle. He doesn’t seem to think that anything’s wrong, either because his fingernails are still running over Mike’s head at the same, maddening pace; only now he keeps tugging at his curls in between before resuming, coaxing more of those unintentional noises from Mike’s throat. Little hums and whimpers that should be oh-so-embarrassing, but make Mike feel like he’s floating instead.
Very suddenly, Mike thinks about Will doing this in a completely different context. One that doesn’t have his face pressed into Will’s chest, but his yellow plaid pillowcase instead.
Or, Mike discovers that maybe, he wants to be taken care of sometimes, too.