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Will sighs closing his laptop.
He’s bored but if he studies anymore, his head might explode. Will leans back in his chair, taking in the quietness of the apartment he and Mike shared. Mike was out somewhere with a chick he had met in his English class. Will doesn’t know much about her and he doesn’t care to. He doesn’t like to ask questions about Mike’s love life, and he appreciates Mike not asking about his.
Although Mike probably doesn’t ask out of general disinterest. Will on the other hand doesn’t ask because of the feelings he’s harbored for the last decade or so.
He thought that he’d be able to get over Mike now that they’re in college. He thought maybe if he dated and experimented around, he’d eventually find someone he likes. Someone like him. But alas, he’s had no luck.
No one is Mike Wheeler.
Which is why he’s home alone right now, his length tightening in his pants at the thought of his best friend. What is Mike doing right now? He wonders how far Mike has gone with that girl. Thinks about Mike’s bare chest and pale long fingers grabbing her forcefully, taking control over both of their pleasures. Mike has always been soft with Will, but tends to be a bit rough with people he doesn’t like. Will wonders if that side of Mike manifests in the bedroom.
Will could handle it, he thinks. Better than she could at least.
A shaky sigh falls from his lips as he begins to palm the tent in his sweatpants. Fuck it, Will decides and pulls his dick out from his underwear. It’s not like Mike would be home any time soon, and Will doesn’t have much to do anyway. He quickly spits into his hand before gripping himself tightly, a moan slipping through.
Good boy, he imagines Mike telling him as he squeezes his eyes shut. Will’s hand begins to slowly move up and down his length, making him squirm in his seat. He’s extra sensitive lately since he hasn’t gotten much action due to exams. Will deserves this.
He’s about to speed up his pace when he hears the door to their apartment open.
Will’s eyes fly open and he stops immediately. Mike isn’t supposed to be home for another few hours, no one else has their key. Did Will forget to lock the door? Could an intruder be in the apartment? He quickly shoves his achingly hard dick back into his pants and he’s about to stand up from his chair when he hears loud footsteps rapidly approaching his room.
The door flies open and there stands Mike.
What the hell is he doing home so early? Will’s eyes dart all over Mike. His hair is a bit messy and he’s wearing a black tee with jeans. He looks…god, he looks fucking amazing. Will quickly sits back in his desk chair to hopefully hide his erection.
“H-hey, Mike,” Will greets shakily, deciding to spin the chair back towards his desk so Mike can’t see his lower body. “You’re home early.”
Mike groans. “Trust me, I know.” He walks over to Will’s bed, flopping back-side down onto it.
The position is awkward now because Will’s back is to Mike. And it seems like Mike is in the mood for talking. With a small sigh, Will turns his chair around, his hands in his lap as he leans back to try to not make his boner obvious. Although it has gone down a little since Mike scared the shit out of him.
Mike is looking up at the ceiling. He seems a bit annoyed.
“Date didn’t go well, I assume?” Will smirks.
Mike rolls his eyes. “Not at all. Stacy…she’s nice and all. She’s just so. So boring and surface level. Like nothing about her is interesting. It’s like talking to a piece of cardboard.”
Will lets out a small laugh, eyes twinkling. Of course, he feels bad for Mike, but the evil part inside of him is happy that Stacy failed to live up to his expectations.
Mike sits up to make eye contact with Will, which makes him strangely nervous. “Plus she’s like Christian or whatever. So she’s very big on the whole ‘no sex before marriage thing.’ So not only was she boring, but I wouldn’t even be getting anything out of it!”
The mention of sex has Will swallowing hard, certain images flashing through his mind that definitely should not be.
Mike continues with an exasperated groan. “And I’ve just been so pent up lately, you know? Like I know I probably sound like a dick, but I was kind of looking forward to…” he nods his head a little in implication. And at this point Will isn’t really listening anymore, words full of desperation falling from Mike’s mouth. Suddenly, his sweatpants are tight again and he’s leaning over to hunch in an attempt to hide how utterly turned on he is from the mere thought of his best friend being horny .
Mike's dark hair falls into his eyes, and he absently pushes it back, revealing those intense, expressive eyes that always seem to pull Will in. The way Mike's lips move, the way his eyebrows knit together in concentration—every little detail fascinates Will. He notices the slight flush in Mike's cheeks, the way his shirt clings to his body as he lies down and he cant help but imagine his hands sliding underneath.
Suddenly Mike sits up. “So I ended the date early, made up some lame excuse that you needed me here.” Will feels his chest tighten for some reason. He always feels good when Mike talks about him to other people, almost like a sense of pride.
Mike lets out a sigh. “Now I’m not sure what to do.”
Will raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”
Mike purses his lips, as if its obvious what he means. “I mean like…it’s not exactly easy for me to get dates you know. I’m not like you .”
Will scoffs. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He’s a little defensive now.
“Oh come on! You’re like really hot,” Mike says, and Will almost chokes on his saliva. “Plus, whenever we go out, guys always want you.”
Mike thinks he's hot?
Will feels his face flush red. “...so you want guys to like you?”
Mike rolls his eyes. “No. I just wish it was as easy for me as it is for you. “
Will stares at Mike, his mind spinning. He gets lost in his own thoughts, his eyes tracing the contours of Mike’s face. Mike's lips are slightly parted, and Will can’t help but notice how soft they look. The way Mike's eyebrows furrow in frustration, the intensity in his eyes, the line of his jaw—all of it captivates Will. How could Mike not think he’s the most angelic-looking person on this earth?
The warmth and the proximity of Mike makes it hard for Will to think straight.
He chews the inside of his mouth, a nervous habit he's never been able to shake. The idea forming in his mind is a bad one, he knows it, but the pull is too strong.
“I could help you.”
Mike tilts his head to the side, almost like a puppy. “Help me with what? Getting a date? No offense Will but I don’t think I’d like any of the art girls.”
“No, not with that,” Will’s face is burning. He almost wants to back out. “With…you know.” he makes a jerking-off motion with his hand.
And now it’s Mike’s turn to blush a bright red, Will knows he shouldn’t find it cute since his own face is probably even redder.
Will’s heart is pounding in his chest, maybe he shouldn’t have offered that.
“Will, I…can’t ask you to do that,” Mike’s gaze falls to the floor.
“It would just be as a favor!” Will rushes out. “I mean you’re…you know, pent up. And I wouldn’t mind, it’s not a big deal.”
Which is a huge lie, because it is in fact a huge deal. To Mike, Will is offering a favor. To Will, he’s offering his entire being. And sure, maybe engaging in sexual acts with your best friend isn’t exactly helping him get over Mike, but…shit. Will doesn’t know. He just wants Mike so badly right now, wants to touch all over him and make him feel good, let him know how gorgeous and beautiful he is since he seems to not be aware. He really shouldn’t do this. But all the blood is rushing to his groin instead of his head, he can’t think straight.
Mike blinks, and Will has gotten good at reading Mike Wheeler over the years. Will can tell Mike is hesitant, but he doesn’t seem put off by the idea.
Finally, Mike speaks. “I just…don’t want you to think I’m using you since I know you’re gay.”
“You wouldn’t be using me,” Will rushes to reassure him. “I’m the one offering. And it’s a one-time thing, you don’t have to worry.” Mike still seems a little concerned and so Will rolls his chair closer to the edge of the bed. “Besides, you’re my best friend. I–I want to do this for you.”
Suddenly, Will feels like an entirely different person.
“Y-you do?” Mike stutters, his eyes wide now.
Will isn’t quite sure what expression Mike has on his face, because he’s not looking there. His eyes are instead trained onto the crotch of Mike’s dark blue jeans, he can tell Mike is already hardening up and they haven’t even done anything. Will wants to groan as he feels his own dick twitch against his underwear, fuck that is so hot.
Will licks his lips his eyes trailing back up. “Yeah,” he says as he slips off the chair and onto his knees. “If you want me to.”
He watches intensely as Mike swallows hard. He wants to, Will thinks to himself. Of course, Mike hasn’t gotten off with someone in a while, surely he’s excited for some action. Will knows Mike isn’t… gay. He never expected him to be, and he’s never expected being able to have Mike. But at least he can have him like this. Will bites his bottom lip as he brings his hands to rest on the inside of Mike’s thighs.
He rubs them up and down a little before asking, “Do you want me to?”
“Fuck,” Mike whispers under his breath. “Please…”
Will doesn’t need to be told twice, next thing he knows hes fumbling with the button to Mike’s jeans and zipping them down, pulling the material all the way down Mike’s beautiful pale legs. Then he’s face to face with the bulge in Mike’s underwear, trying not to salivate at the thought of touching him– tasting him, sure he’s gay and Mike knows he’s gay. But he doesn’t want to scare Mike away by seeming too into it.
This was something casual for Mike, after all. Something they were meant to do because they’re horny teenagers and would forget about it later. Will tries to not feel disappointed at this thought, but he has no right. This is literally what he agreed to.
Will leans forward to press a kiss onto Mike’s inner thigh, causing him to let out a little jump. Its okay, he decides, if Mike doesn’t feel the same way. He presses another kiss inching closer to Mike’s crotch. He would do this 100 times over anyway, knowing the outcome–knowing he’s the one who gets hurts. Finally, Will presses an open-mouthed kiss on to the clothed cock, a small sigh coming from the boy above him. It’s Mike. He’d do anything for Mike.
Will lets his tongue slip out, licking Mike’s cock from the bottom all to the top, occasionally mouthing it through the fabric of Mike’s boxers. He makes sure to keep eye contact with Mike as he wraps his lips around the clothed cock, watching as Mike attempts (and fails) to suppress a moan. Will’s putting on a show; he knows. He’ll make sure Mike never forgets this, make sure he compares it to every other time the next girl gives him a blowjob because she’ll never be able to compete with this.
Not to sound full of himself, but Will thinks he’s probably the best head giver in the state of Indiana.
Will feels Mike buck his hips a little, clearly wanting more.
He backs away a little, his hand coming up to palm the cock twitching in the boxers. “Something wrong Mike?”
Mike groans, rolling his hips a little against Will’s hand. “Will .”
Will feels his dick twitch in his pants at the sound of his name falling from Mike’s lips like this. “Yeah?”
“Can you…” Mike furrows his eyebrows and closes his eyes at Will giving him a squeeze. “Fuck, can you just touch me already?”
“I am touching you,” Will tilts his head, innocently.
“You know what I mean,” Mike scowls.
Will smirks up at him. “Do I, now?
In the blink of an eye, Mike’s hand reaches into his boxers, pulling his dick out. And it’s beautiful, long, pale and veiny with a pink tip oozing pre-cum that was calling Will’s name. It’s fitting for Mike Wheeler’s cock to be as pretty as him. And then he feels Mike’s other hand firmly grip a lock of his hair, pulling his head back as Mike leans a bit forward.
He lets his cock fall and brings his hand up to Will’s face, his thumb tracing over Will’s bottom lip. Mike’s face is so close to his, all Will would have to do is move an inch and they would be kissing .
“You have a big mouth,” Mike mumbles, his pupils at this distance look like saucers. “Maybe it’s time you put it to good use.”
Will moans, god Mike was so fucking hot like this. Mike then leans back, leading Will’s head down where he wants it the most.
Will had planned on teasing him more, making Mike beg for it–something to save in his jerk-off mind folder since who knows if he’d ever hear Mike like this again. But after whatever that was has Will all riled up. And so he wastes no time quickly wrapping his lips around the tip of Mike’s cock, sighing in satisfaction because yes it is in fact everything he’s ever imagined it would be.
Will’s tongue digs into the slit of his tip, hungrily tasting the salty yet oddly satisfying mixture. He then moves further down the shaft of Mike’s cock, sucking, hollowing his cheeks, keeping his tongue flat against the underside of Mike’s dick. He’s pulling out all the stops, using every trick in the book, and it seems to be working because Mike’s head is thrown back in pure ecstasy. He’s beautiful.
Will’s hand slides up to hold Mike’s, and he looks down at him confused. Will then guides his hand back to his hair, pushing his own head up and down.
Mike lets out a small groan as he realizes what Will is telling him and then he starts bouncing Will’s mouth up and down on his dick, fucking his face. It’s getting a lot messier now as Will sucks even harder, saliva pooling at the edges of his mouth and spilling onto Mike’s slick dick. And god , maybe Will does enjoy it a little too much. Mike’s dick filling his mouth, his long fingers threaded into his hair, the small moans falling from those pink swollen lips.
Mike rolls his hips up into Will’s mouth and moans. “Fuck, you’re so good at this, Will. So good for me.”
Will feels himself whimper, fucking whimper and squeezes his legs together. The things Mike Wheeler did to him seriously needed to be studied; he drops a hand to palm himself through his sweatpants, the friction feeling like ecstasy on his aching cock. Will moans around his dick. He’s painfully hard at this point, he almost wants to reach into his pants and jerk it like there’s no tomorrow, but he decides against it.
This is about Mike.
Not Will. Will just wants to make Mike feel better after the hard day he had. Mike doesn’t need him jerking all over him.
And so he stops touching himself, putting all his focus on to sucking, hollowing his cheeks out, bobbing his head in rhythm with Mike’s thrusts into his mouth–saliva and precum mixture is pooling at the edges of his mouth spilling everywhere, his eyes are beginning to tear from the sheer force and lack of oxygen. But Will just takes in all of it, embraces all of it, it’s all so hot and overstimulating and Will has never felt this kind of pleasure from giving a blowjob.
Mike threw his head back, revealing his pale, porcelain skin and the cascade of inky black curls that framed his face. The curls, thick and unruly, each strand catching the light and glinting softly. His neck, slender yet graceful, arched elegantly, highlighting the delicate lines of his collarbone. He is so, so beautiful , Will almost wants to cry.
Suddenly Mike’s movements are becoming a little sloppy, jagged, and Will knows he must be close. And so he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to prepare himself, his hands gripping Mike’s legs tightly.
Then he feels Mike tug his hair back, leaving only the tip of Mike’s cock in his mouth as spurts of white color the inside. Will tries to swallow all of it, he really tries, but Mike must have been telling the truth about being pent up because there was a lot –cum spilling out of his mouth and onto the cold floor. When it stops, Will sucks the tip a little, as if he hadn’t sucked the man dry, and Mike shudders at the overstimulation–pushing Will off of his dick.
Mike is still panting, his face was flushed, a rosy hue spreading from his cheeks down to his chest, where the color deepens against his pale skin. His black curls clung damply to his forehead, framing his dark eyes. His pupils were blown wide, dark and dilated, as he looked down at Will with an intensity that made Will's heart race.
Will can’t…tell what he’s thinking.
Will slides his hands off of Mike, putting them in his lap. “Was…was it good?”
Mike blinks at him, his expression unreadable, and then, without a word, he leans down. Time seems to slow as Mike’s face comes closer, his eyes never leaving Will's. Will’s mind races, confusion and disbelief swirling together, as he feels the warmth of Mike's breath against his lips. Before he can fully process what's happening, Mike's lips meet his in a kiss, harsh, and hungry.
And Will just melts. This is a bad idea, kissing Mike is a bad bad idea, Will knows–it’s completely different territory than simply getting him off. But it’s Mike , and Will loves him, and he just takes it because it’s what Mike is giving to him.
Will moans into the open mouth kiss as Mike pulls him up and onto his lap. He puts an arm under Will’s back as his other hand slides to Will’s crotch, brushing against the tent in his sweatpants. Woah, Will thinks, and tries to break the kiss by pulling away–but Mike keeps pushing himself further to keep their lips connected.
“Mm–” Will tries again. “Mi-ike–mmf–wait.”
After hearing that, Mike immediately stops, pulling away. His eyes are darting all over Will’s face like he’s trying to read him or something.
“What’s wrong?” Mike asks softly, almost guiltily, like he’d done something bad.
“Nothing,” Will rushes to reassure him. “I’m…just confused. What, umm, what exactly are you doing?”
Mike starts to palm Will through his pants. “Just returning the favor.”
Will gasps at the contact, his fingers gripping onto Mike harder. He wasn’t necessarily expecting anything in return, this was for Mike after all.
“Y-you don’t have to,” Will says, but his body seems to have other ideas as his hips involuntarily buck into Mike’s hand.
“It’s okay,” Mike reassures him. “I mean, it’s just a favor, like you said.” He then reaches into Will’s pants and begins rubbing his dick through the thin cloth of his underwear. Will lets out a groan, yes he did say that it was a favor but that was different–that was for Mike. Mike doing this for him is something he shouldn’t let happen, his heart is clenching from even being this close to Mike, he’s already gone far enough.
But then Mike is reaching into his underwear, wrapping his hand around his dick, and all of his rational thinking just goes out the window. He’s embarrassingly wet, precum oozing from his tip this entire time most likely.
Mike wastes no time, pumping his hand up and down Will’s shaft, and Will just mewls from how good it feels. His grip on Mike tightens again as a small moan slips out, his face heating up in shame, because fuck how could Mike make him feel so fucking good with just his hand? Will doesn’t really have time to be too embarassed though because Mike’s mouth is back on his in a moment.
Will kisses back as best as he can, but it honestly is just Mike kissing him as his mouth is slightly parted, soft moans falling with each careful stroke. Mike tightens his grip on Will’s dick, giving it a small squeeze and making Will gasp at the sensation. He takes this opportunity to slide his tongue into Will’s mouth, and Will gladly accepts it. He’d accept anything Mike gave him.
Now this truly feels like a dream–Mike’s tongue going deep into his mouth, jerking his dick hard and fast, Will sobbing into Mike’s mouth from how much stimulation is going on. And truth be told, Will had almost came from Mike barely touching him earlier–so it’s no surprise that he doesn’t last very long.
Will starts bucking his hips into Mike’s tight hand, faster, and faster, moaning loudly into eachother’s mouths until that familiar feeling pools in his stomach. Then he’s cumming hard, probably the hardest he’s ever cum in his life–his hips trembling as rope after rope spurts out onto his shirt.
As soon as his orgasm is over, he pulls away from the kiss in order to get some fucking oxygen. Will feels lightheaded, surrounded by nothing but Mike Mike Mike.
And then he realizes he’s still being held in Mike’s lap. Shit. Post-nut clarity is hitting hard–what did he just do? Wasn’t he trying to get over Mike, why was he over here doing this? He winces at the feeling of Mike’s warm hand letting go of his now softening cock. Will suddenly feels a lot more exposed now.
He tucks himself back into his pants and swings his legs over to get off of Mike. Distance. He needs to get away from Mike. He turns to walk out of his room.
Mike watches him, a little confused.
“So…that was fun, right?” Mike asks, he sounds unsure, and Will can tell that Mike needs him to reassure that everything was okay. That what they did was okay.
Which, if Will is being honest, everything is definitely not okay. Will basically just messed around with his childhood best friend that he’s been in love with this whole time, for nothing but a favor because he was too horny to think this through. He was supposed to be moving on from Mike, but how can he now? How can he move on knowing how Mike sounds when he’s being pleasured, knowing how every ridge of his cock felt in his mouth, knowing how Mike tastes ?
“Will?”
Will’s eyes snap back up to Mike’s. “Huh? Oh, yeah. Yeah, that was a lot of fun, Mike. I had…I had fun.” A lot more than you think, Will adds bitterly.
Mike scratches the back of his head nervously. “Are you sure? It just seems like you’re…I dunno, acting strange.”
Well, you just fucking kissed me and jerked me off, how did you expect me to act?!
“Well, I am covered in cum,” Will says bluntly. And he feels himself getting angry. “I’m just gonna go wash up, okay?”
“Well, alr–”
Will, however, doesn't let him finish, his hand quickly finding the doorknob and rushing down the hall. As soon as he gets to the bathroom, he locks the door, his fingers trembling from pure adrenaline and shock. Oh, he was fucked. So incredibly fucked.