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Will is trying to sleep, he has been for the last half an hour or so, but the room just will not stop spinning. He knew he’d had too much to drink, but Mike had been super excited for their first outing in a new city and had kept giving him shots. All different colors and flavours – Will isn’t too sure what he had drank exactly, but the bright eyed look on Mike was too hard to refuse. Now, Will is perfectly aware that at any given point in the night he could have told Mike ‘no’ – in fact, he had once, but then Mike had given him his signature ‘puppy dog look’ and it had been downhill from there. Will had been doomed from the start anyways, he’s never been able to tell Mike no. Definitely not when he looked at him like that.
Will groans lightly as he rubs at his temples, as if that can soothe the headache away. He wonders how Mike is doing, if he’s in as bad of shape as Will. He can’t hear him snoring through the wall (like he usually can), so he knows he isn’t asleep, but then what is he doing?
Almost on cue, Will’s bedroom door creeks open and Mike pokes his head in. He looks like Will feels, tired and disheveled. “Are you sleeping?” Mike asks, though he can clearly see that Will isn’t asleep because they are staring at one another.
Still, Will replies, “No.” He rolls over onto his side to face Mike better, then changes his mind and moves back onto his back. Will’s head continues to throb, but it seems better when he’s flat on his back.
“Did you drink too much, too?” Mike wonders as he takes a small step into the room. The door creaks as he shoulders in without an invitation, though Will doesn’t mind – they’ve always shared each other’s space.
Honestly, Will is pretty sure the amount of alcohol in his system is going to kill him in his sleep, but he doesn’t want Mike to think he didn’t enjoy their time out together. So, he deflects, “Possibly.” Will huffs and sits up, rubbing at one of his eyes. He can’t tell if the new position is worse or not, he thinks it’s the same. “What do you mean too?” He asks, though he can probably guess. He knows Mike drank a fair amount as well – he’d matched every drink Will took.
“Yeah, I think I drank too much too,” Mike confirms with a shrug before he shuffles over to the side of Will’s bed and perches down beside him on the mattress. “I’m weirdly wired,” he mutters as he smooths a hand through his hair.
Despite the fact that Mike’s hair is sticking up in all kinds of wrong directions, Will can’t help but think how it makes him look kind of sexy. Will’s eyes follow the motions of Mike’s hand – maybe more than just kind of.
“I think I’m a little restless,” Will speaks eventually, realizing he’s just been sitting there staring for the last minute. He really can’t help it; Mike looks good like this. Will shifts, propping his pillow up behind him before leaning back against it and getting comfortable again. “I think I dozed off for a little while there, though.” It’s not technically a lie, he could have, he just isn’t sure. It’s hard to tell anything through the haze of alcohol clouding his mind.
Mike nods, his gaze lowers as he strokes his fingers back and forth across the comforter, “Are you... going to try to sleep some more?”
“I absolutely should, but I don’t know.” Will lifts one shoulder in half of a shrug. “Maybe… if the room stops spinning.”
Mike slides further onto the mattress, crossing his legs – his left knee bumps up against Will’s, which is still under the blanket. Will expects him to say something, but he doesn’t, causing Will to wonder what’s going on in his head.
Will watches him for a few seconds more before asking just that, “What are you thinking?”
“We could watch something,” Mike suggests, inadvertently answering him. “Though, I don’t think I’d be able to focus on it. I don’t even know how I managed to get here, I don’t remember being in the hallway.”
Will grins softly, “Then maybe watching something isn’t such a good idea,” he replies.
Mike chuckles, nudging his knee against his, “It would be something to do.” He sits back on his hands, arching his back as he settles, palms flat against the blanket.
Will pretends to think about it. Under other circumstances, he would be on board to stay up and hangout with Mike more, but he doesn’t think he can even stand at this point. In his defense, Mike is barely keeping his eyes open – it’s obvious the other boy needs rest, too. “Or I could try to sleep,” Will decides finally. He makes a show of settling back down, laughing faintly as Mike swats at his leg.
“Oh, come on, you can’t leave me hanging like this.” Mike pouts, tilting his head to the side.
Will has to look away. That’s the same look that got them into this mess. “You were the one who kept ordering shots all night. I’m not in charge of your poor life choices, Michael.”
“You kinda are,” Mike shoots back teasingly, eyes brightening.
Will’s gaze snaps back to him, “What? I am not.”
Mike smirks and gives him a languid shrug, “Sure,” he says, very insincere. He then slides up beside Will before overturning the comforter, it’s a motion that confuses Will.
“What are you doing?” Will furrows his brows at him.
Mike soundlessly slips under the blankets, sliding in next to him, before, “I’m sleeping over.”
Will can’t help but grin again, letting out a soft laugh. “I know you’re really drunk, Mike, but I apparently have to inform you that you do in fact live here.” He eyes him in amusement, “You’re room is down the hall, literally right next door,” he points out.
Mike shrugs again and continues to get comfortable, stretching out his long limbs. “Your room is colder than mine,” he states as a matter-of-factly, glancing over at Will. “It’s... nice.” Will isn’t too sure about that pause, but Mike is going on before he can say anything. “Back in my own room, I’d have to sleep without clothes to keep from sweating. Alcohol makes me overheat.”
Will’s eyes flicker up and down Mike involuntarily – he really tries not to think about him without clothes. Really.
“So, what?” Will hitches a brow at him, “You’re sleeping in here now?”
“Yep,” Mike breathes out, he already sounds half asleep. “Sleepover,” he murmurs with a sleepy smile.
It seems that Will can’t stop smiling either, “You’re actually an idiot,” he says.
“I’m not moving.”
Will scoffs a laugh and rolls his eyes, “Whatever,” he mutters as he settles down onto his back again. He stares at the ceiling for a moment, before, “You know it’s just going to get warmer in here because there are two of us now, right?”
The only response he gets in return is a soft snore.
Will stifles his eye roll this time as he glances over at Mike, who is asleep despite coming in here to bother Will about watching something. “Idiot,” he whispers endearingly, before closing his own eyes and drifting off to sleep as well.
Will had been right. It is hotter in here now. When he wakes up, he is sweating and sticking to the sheets and-
Will stiffens up, suddenly very aware of his own body. He is also sticking to Mike.
And if that isn’t awkward enough already, during the night at some point, Mike had taken off his clothing – he’d been too hot probably. He is also half-lying on top of Will, as if he doesn’t have his own space on the other side of the bed. Will’s bed is big enough for them to have their own sides without touching one another.
Not big enough apparently, Will thinks as he gazes down at Mike. His head is resting on Will’s collarbone, his breath is hot against Will’s neck, sending contradicting shivers down the older boy’s spine.
Will can just go back to sleep, because this is probably never going to happen again and he’d be lying if he said he’s never dreamed about this, but that won’t be right. Mike obviously doesn’t know what’s happening and Will loves him too much to take advantage of his like this. Also, Mike is a thousand degrees. Will has always thought that he was hot, but this is a little ridiculous.
Just as Will is trying to figure out how to get Mike off of him, preferably without waking him up, Mike stirs. Mike groans softly as he lifts his head a bit, blinking up at Will. His lids lower as if he’s going back to sleep, but then they’re popping open again and doing a double take.
Will can see the exact moment when Mike realizes where he is, who he is with and that he is wearing less than usual.
“Uh, morning.” Will doesn’t know what else to say. He should have faked sleep, but he hadn’t been expecting Mike to just wake up like this. Unfortunately, it’s too late, he can’t pretend now.
Mike’s entire body tenses up against him – his leg shifts, sliding across Will’s front in a way that seems less ‘best friend’ and more like ‘boyfriend’, though Will assumes he’s only getting his bearings and doesn’t read too much into the movement.
“I, uh-” Mike swallows hard, eyes wide- “I must have gotten hot during the night,” he whispers, his face turning red.
Will barely hears him, he is too focused on the way Mike’s body is reacting to his – something hard and hot presses into his stomach where his shirt has ridden up during the night. He almost chokes on his own tongue at the realization of what it is, because it can really only be one thing.
“Mike?” Will speaks out, his voice is barely audible.
“Mhm,” Mike mumbles, avoiding Will’s eyes.
“Maybe you should go back to your own bed,” Will suggests. He doesn’t want him to though, and he knows that’s wrong. What Will really wants to do is to reach down between them and feel the weight of Mike in his hand. He can’t see it, but from what he is feeling against his abdomen, he is able to deduce that Mike not small. He is quite big. The thought of that has Will’s own body tensing up, his dick hardening in his boxers. He chokes for real this time and has to clear his throat to cover up a cough. “Mike, you should really go,” Will urges, trying to concentrate on keeping himself in check. Mike doesn’t say anything and that alone drives Will up the wall. Will’s mouth suddenly feels to dry to speak again. Surely, Mike is aware of the situation. He has to be, because he’s hard against Will’s stomach and Will’s body is responding just as eagerly, his dick pressing up against Mike’s thigh where it’s still draped over him. Because Mike is still lying on him for some unfathomable reason.
Mike shifts his leg again, as if to check, and Will has to reach down and grab his thigh to still his actions.
“Don’t,” Will isn’t sure if he is pleading with or warning him. Are they still drunk? Will doesn’t feel drunk. He’s tired, but his headache tells him he’s definitely hungover, so he can’t still be intoxicated, right? “You should go,” he repeats, struggling to keep his composure. His boner isn’t going away and Mike isn’t helping.
Mike tips his head back slightly as he peers up at Will from under his dark lashes, his teeth digging into his bottom lip.
Fuck, don’t look at me like that. This look is worse than the other one. Will can feel his control slipping, and then his brain, which is still waking up, decides to do the one thing he’s been trying not to do.
Will loosens his grip on Mike’s leg, but his hand remains there as he tentatively rocks up into Mike’s thigh. It’s stupid, it’s really, really stupid, but... okay, maybe he doesn’t have a good reason why he does it.
Mike’s eyes widen slightly, but he makes no move to pull away. In fact, he presses his thigh down, adding to the pressure between Will’s legs, like he’s welcoming it.
Will gasps softly, his dull nails digging into Mike’s thigh. “Mike,” that is definitely a plea. In spite of him being the one to initiate it, he’s still worried that Mike may still be drunk. He only knows he himself isn’t. He doesn’t want Mike to do something he will regret once he sobers up. “We- we shouldn’t-”
“Stop talking,” Mike hisses, cutting in, not unkindly but Will still clamps his mouth shut. “Do it again,” Mike whispers after a few beats of silence.
“What?” Will blinks at him.
“I wanna feel you push up against me again,” Mike tells him quietly, his tone has changed. His hips twitch, his hardness nudging up against Will’s stomach. “You’ve got me so hard for you right now, Will.”
Will’s hips buck up out of their own accord – he grinds himself back up against Mike’s thigh with a low groan, his grip tightening, his fingertips digging into the smooth, pale flesh.
Mike moves suddenly and Will panics, ashamed that he has overstepped even though he has only done what Mike had asked. Will’s panic dies out just as quickly as Mike slides on top of him, his thighs straddling his. Mike’s erection stands tall in between them and Will can’t not look at it. He completely forgets about his own dick as his mouth starts to water at the sight of Mike’s.
“Do you wanna touch it?” Mike wonders lowly. Despite situating himself on top of Will, he sounds anxious.
Will nods slowly, “Is that-” he licks his lips. Fuck, is he drooling? He hastily wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Would that be okay?”
Mike nods as well, his eyes lowering, “I want you to,” he admits in a quiet voice. “I really want you to, Will.”
Will swallows hard, his gaze dropping to the literal weaponry twitching in between them. He reaches out slowly, wrapping his fingers around Mike who lets out a shaky breath. Will begins to stroke him, just as cautiously. He bites down on the inside of his cheek as precum spurts out from the tip of Mike’s cock, slicking the back of his own hand.
“Fuck,” Will mutters, transfixed as the translucent liquid drools down the side of Mike’s shaft. He suddenly has the urge to swipe it all up with his fingers and stick those fingers in his mouth. He wants to taste what he’s doing to Mike.
Mike grips at his shoulders, steadying himself before bucking his hips, “Faster,” he breathes out, half-whimpering as his eyes slide shut in pleasure.
Will obliges, speeding up his motions, drawing more precum out of Mike. His gaze lifts up to his face in time to watch Mike’s eyes reopen – they lock gazes.
“Will,” Mike whispers, folding in on himself, his lips ghosting over Will’s ear. “I’m gonna come, I’m s-so close.”
Will nods, turning his head to the side to speak directly into Mike’s ear, “Go ahead,” he encourages, just as breathless.
Mike clutches at his shoulders tighter as he shudders against him, his thighs squeezing around Will’s as he comes undone.
Will blinks and suddenly Mike is beside him again, though he isn’t really in the right mind space to question the logistics of his apparent teleportation.
“Will, please,” Mike hisses, his breath hot against the side of Will’s neck – it sends more shivers down Will’s spine. “I- I can’t-”
Will strokes him through it, biting his lip as he feels Mike unload against his ribcage, his release soaking into his shirt. He lets out a stuttering breath at how warm it feels even with his top in the way. A part of him wishes he’d pushed his shirt up out of the way to feel it on his flesh – the thought makes his untouched dick tent in his boxers further, straining almost painfully.
Mike breathes heavily against him, his body twitching in the aftershocks of his orgasm as he comes down from it. He has a hand on Will’s shoulder, but it’s flat, not gripping, almost pushing – though, it’s so weak and shaky that Will can’t really tell.
Will blinks at him, realizing at some point he’s closed his eyes. He swallows again before wetting his lips with his tongue. He takes a moment to gaze over Mike’s face, memorizing the way his mouth is wet and parted with shallow breaths, the way his eyelashes are fluttering, the way he’s still trembling a little. Will doesn’t think he will be getting this image out of his brain any time soon, it’s intoxicating. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Mike look so sexy in his entire life, and the fact that he’s the one who has made him look like this... Will smiles to himself a bit – he’s never been happier.
“Was that- was that okay?” Will whispers, though he can tell that Mike clearly enjoyed it as he’s still shaking against him.
Mike doesn’t answer, still catching his breath – he stares straight ahead, not lifting his gaze to Will’s.
Will’s certainness falters and he frowns, “Mike?”
“What- what did you do, Will?” Mike asks, barely audible. He sounds like he’s seen a ghost, like all of the air has been punched out of his lungs. Will doesn’t understand why.
Will retracts his hand, and despite wanting to lick Mike’s release off of his hand, he wipes it clean on his comforter – it is laundry day so it’s okay. “What do you mean?”
Mike worries his bottom lip between his teeth – he looks pale, paler than he usually is. Will wonders why he didn’t realize it before. “Why…?” Mike chokes out, “Why did you do that?”
Will squints at him, still confused, “Uh, you asked me to…?”
“I couldn’t have,” Mike hisses – he lifts his eyes, finally meeting his. “I was asleep.”
Will freezes, his lips parting slightly as he struggles to form a reply.
What?
“You weren’t- you-” Will clears his throat- “you woke up.”
Mike shakes his head the tiniest amount – Will doesn’t think he’s ever seen his eyes this wide before. “You woke me up when you- while you were-” Mike swallows visibly, seemingly unable to say the actual words.
“I don’t know if you’re trying to be funny or what, but it’s not working.” Will sits up, his confusion turning into annoyance. “I know what I saw- what I heard- you were awake, Mike.”
Mike peers up at him, a frown of his own forming on his face. “Were you?”
“Was I what?”
“Awake.”
Will opens his mouth and then closes it, his eyebrows furrowing.
“I- I think you were dreaming, Will,” Mike continues on, a little gentler than before. “Your eyes were shut and you weren’t responding to me, not really.”
Will begins to spiral. A dream? Had he really dreamed the whole thing? How is that even possible?
“Well… who undresses in the middle of the night in bed with their best friend?” Will questions, a little accusatory. Mike has some hand in this accident too. Will can’t bring himself to think of it as a mistake.
“I was hot,” Mike replies with a shrug, like that’s a good enough excuse. “It happens.”
“It happens?” Will scoffs – he can’t believe he’s hearing this. “You were practically-” he bites down on his tongue, cutting himself off.
Mike narrows his eyes, “Say it, Will. Tell me how I basically begged you to while completely asleep.”
Will grits his teeth together. He’s angry with Mike, but he’s also pissed off at himself. Of course it was a dream, he should have known that Mike would have never asked him to do something like this. “I think you should go back to your own room now,” he mutters, averting his eyes.
Mike nods, “Yeah,” he agrees but then he doesn’t move.
Will sighs, “What now?” He asks as he glances back over at him.
“I’m still... recovering,” Mike states flatly without meeting his eyes. “Pretty sure if I stood up right now I would- I’d topple over.” It’s probably true, he is indeed still shaking.
Will flushes in spite of himself and looks away once more, “Well, I’m going to sleep for a bit more,” he tells him before rolling onto his side and turning his back on Mike.
Mike does eventually get up, but Will isn’t able to get back to sleep until he hears the shower running in the next room.