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During all of his endless hours of agonizing about his feelings and then about Will’s feelings, of fantasizing what it would feel like if Will told him “No, I do actually like you back, doofus, stop worrying”, somehow, Mike had never thought about what being with Will would actually be like. Which turns out to have been a grave oversight, because hooo boy. Will is magnificent.
Having been in a relationship before, Mike has much more experience at this than his boyfriend. Will having been simply unwilling to pretend to be into girls meant that he’d never even held anyone’s hand. And it means that he’s very easily overwhelmed.
During their first kiss, he’d shaken like a leaf in the breeze. So much so that Mike had withdrawn because he was worried that he was doing something wrong. But Will had just pressed back in, still shaking, one hand timidly placed on Mike’s shoulder. And Mike had never loved a feeling as much as that one.
At first, he’d felt bad for liking it so much. It seemed incredibly unfair to Will, to be excited by his inexperience. His… innocence? Somehow, the word fits. Not that Mike has ever had sex or even gotten very close to having it. But he is no stranger to being close to another person and wanting it. He knows these feelings, knows how they affect him. Will is still finding out.
And that’s what turned it around in Mike’s eyes: It’s not that he’s getting off on Will’s inexperience per se. He’s getting off on watching Will discover these things for the first time, and knowing that he is helping him do it. Without actually getting off, of course. Somehow, that feels less creepy.
Will still doesn’t touch Mike much. And if he does, he usually just lays his hands places. He doesn’t grab or hold, he simply touches. Mike hasn’t yet been brave enough to ask why. But from what he’s pieced together… Will has liked him for a very long time. And for most of that time, he had very strict rules for himself about what was allowed and what was not. He’s still getting used to wanting things and then simply doing them. It makes Mike’s heart ache just to think about it.
But Will does want this. They have at least talked about that much, through stammers and blushes and bright smiles. Will really wants this. He wants Mike . So for now, it’s Mike who initiates kisses and Mike who carefully draws Will's arms around himself and Mike who sometimes gets brave and escalates things a bit. And he enjoys Will’s little sighs and twitches and soft touches.
Like right now. They were watching a movie at some point, but it’s long been forgotten in favor of much more interesting activities. At first, Mike had just wanted to kiss Will quickly because the way he laughed at one of the scenes was so cute. Unlike other times, this escalation had not been his intention. But he’s sure glad for it.
Will had almost surged against him, kissing him back hard and sure, a hungry noise in the back of his throat that had gone straight to Mike’s gut. And that was that. How is Mike supposed to concentrate on the movie after that? Not at all, that’s how. So after about three seconds of trying, he gives up, turns to his boyfriend again and draws him in by the collar.
The laugh on Will’s lips tastes like barbecue chips. It’s timid, almost, maybe a bit surprised. But Will gives as good as he gets. Which would be new in and of itself, at least in the beginning of a makeout session, but then Will’s fingers wind into Mike’s hair and he can’t help but groan. Partially because he loves having his hair played with. He learned that early on with El, although he was careful to never show it because he didn’t want to scare her off and then he was scared how she’d react when she found out how much he liked it and how long he’d been keeping it from her. But also because Will doesn’t do this. Usually.
Today, he is doing it. He’s winding his fingers into Mike’s hair, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him in closer and kissing him like… well, maybe not his life, but like something depends on it. It’s deep and consuming, mouth open wide and breath going hard. It’s everything .
Mike gives back in kind, gently biting at Will’s lips and holding his waist to maneuver him closer. Soft noises fill the air, little sighs and huffs - and this time, Mike thinks, about half of them must be his. He doesn’t usually make this much noise. But he also usually concentrates on Will and not on how he himself is feeling.
It’s getting more difficult to breathe, but Mike just can’t bring himself to interrupt this for even one second. Because what if Will somehow snaps out of it? Whatever it is. One of his hands is still in Mike’s hair, cradling his head, and the other one has migrated to Mike’s waist. Whether he’s holding Mike close or himself close to Mike, it doesn’t matter. Nothing has ever felt this heady. Nothing has ever felt this much like being wanted .
It’s a dangerous game, because while Mike doesn’t have a boner yet, he’s pretty sure that it won’t be long. If Will discovers that his hair can be tugged at, it’ll be immediate. The thought makes his face grow hot. God, how is this happening?
It takes him completely by surprise when Will draws back, separating their mouths with a suction-y sound. But somehow, that just makes all of this even better. Because now he can look at Will. Will who is looking at him with his pupils blown wide, his lips pink, his stupid(ly cute) bowlcut messed up and breathing like he’s just run a marathon. “Do you even know what you’re doing to me when you keep biting your lip like that?”
What?
“What?”
Fuck, Will’s voice is deep right now. Deep and hoarse and - just… argh. So good. Turned on? Is Will turned on? Did Mike turn him on? Fuck, that would be amazing.
“You’ve just been gnawing on your lip the entire evening. How am I supposed to focus on werewolves when you do that?”
Wait. That sounds like Will is about as distracted by Mike as Mike is by him. That can’t be true, can it? He’s always so level-headed, calm. He never initiates.
“You could have just kissed me,” Mike points out, stunned.
Something flickers in Will’s eyes. “I’m kissing you now.”
And so he does. He’s not being sweet or gentle about it, like Mike has always thought he would be once he got around to starting these kinds of things. His lips are hot and hard, determined on Mike’s mouth.
But there is still some hesitancy. The wet-hot touch of Will’s tongue on his lower lip shoots through Mike like lightning, and then it’s gone again and doesn’t return. Did Will lose his courage? Or does he not want it after all? The former one, probably. The noises his boyfriend made when they kissed with tongue the last time were devastating . Mike knows he liked it.
So he flits his tongue out and Will moans . It’s not a sigh, not some shy little noise, half repressed or swallowed down. It’s a full-on moan. And he doesn’t withdraw. Instead, he opens his mouth wider to give Mike better access. Invites him in. Both of his hands are on Mike’s waist now, grasping him closer. They’re almost flush against each other now. If this goes on for much longer, Will be able to tell just how much Mike likes this. Would that be okay?
Mike has worried about this before, but it’s really difficult to form a coherent thought when his boyfriend is running his tongue over his teeth. Still, he does kind of need to think about this. This is important. So he detaches himself from Will’s mouth in favor of kissing down his neck. Will smells even more like himself here, warm and musky and just slightly sweaty. Like a guy. That’s something Mike had been worried about in the beginning - that it would make him nervous to smell, hear or feel something that would remind him that Will is not a girl and then he would freak out and make everything weird. But it doesn’t make him nervous. It only makes him want Will more. Because it reminds him that it’s him who’s there with him. It tethers him to the moment.
He allows himself one little nip at the delicate skin of Will’s throat. It’s not hard, definitely not enough to leave a mark or something like that. But it has a big effect.
Will groans, deep and resonant and so, so obviously turned on. And his hips twitch to meet Mike’s. Which is even more obvious, because it turns out that Mike is not the only one who’s hard here. Fuck.
“Fuck, Mike!” There’s a desperate undertone to Will’s voice - and for all of his delight that Will does, in fact, really like this, it makes him reconsider. So he rights himself to look into his eyes again.
“Are you alright? Is this…”
“So alright.”
“Yeah?”
The hands on his waist contract a bit, drawing them together, brushing them against each other again. Will is definitely hard against his leg. Holy shit.
“Yeah.” A shy grin flashes across Will’s face. “Is this okay for you?”
“Yes, oh my God. You’re so…” he’s lost for words, but he thinks he can be excused. His brain isn’t functioning at full capacity. Most of the blood that would be needed for that is currently somewhere else.
Will’s eyes are wide open, his pupils so dilated that there’s only a sliver of iris still visible. “You really think so? You really…”
“I want you so much.” It’s almost like it bursts out of him. God, he hopes it isn’t too much. But it’s just so true. Not even just sexually, but in every way possible. There are days where he just wants to curl around Will and never leave. He just wants him .
It doesn’t seem like it’s too much. The reaction still isn’t what he expects, though - Will throws his arms around his neck with so much force that he tilts backwards. He doesn’t know exactly how it happens, but it ends up with him sitting down on the couch and Will on his lap, still hugging him.
“I want you too,” he whispers, like it’s a secret.
Mike shudders. “Are you sure?”
That question makes Will withdraw. “What do you mean? Of course I’m sure!”
“It’s just that… I mean, you’re very restrained.”
“Oh.”
“So I’m really glad to hear that. Because I wasn’t sure.” This is almost as good as the words themselves. Will heavy in his lap, warm and close. Not scared by the proximity, just comfortable and present.
He gets a peck on the lips for that. “Well, I am. I mean, it’s not like… I’m not ready to go all the way. But I want you. And I really like this.”
Fuck. Just the thought of what that might mean makes him twitch in his boxers. They’re not… are they close enough for Will to feel that? Probably not. Despite their position, there’s a bit more distance between their crotches now.
He presses a soft kiss to Will’s lips. “This? Or…” He lets his eyes flicker downwards. “This?”
It’s impressive how little time it takes for Will’s entire face to turn crimson. “Both.”
Goddamn it. Mike’s breath catches in his throat as he lays his hands on Will’s waist. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Will holds his gaze as if determined to make it as clear as he possibly can that yes , he wants this. And that’s a good idea. Faces tell you so much. Mike wants to see as much of that face as he possibly can, in as many situations as possible.
So he watches, keeps looking into Will’s eyes as he tightens his grip on his waist to draw him down and towards him, grinding them together. It’s one of the best ideas he’s ever had. Because this way, he doesn’t only get the feeling. He also gets to watch Will’s eyelids shutter and close, his head tilt back to bare his throat, his mouth open. He doesn’t just hear this moan, he can see it.
“Fuck.” It’s not the most eloquent thing that he’s ever said. But it doesn’t matter anyways, because they’re kissing again, open-mouthed and hungry. One of Will’s hands is on his chest, the other one is snaking its way up his neck. Maybe it’s an accident. Mike never really knows with Will. But there’s a light scratch of fingernails right where the hinge of his jaw meets his ears and it sets his whole body alight. He can’t help but shudder and draw Will down against himself again. This gets him a delighted little laugh before Will hums and grinds down, almost as if to see how it works.
It works brilliantly. Mike is helpless to do anything but moan and push up against him, chasing that delicious pressure. This is already so much better than touching himself. Not just because it’s new to him and therefore less predictable, but also because Will is there. Will’s breath is fanning across his face, Will’s weight is heavy in his lap, Will’s hand is - fuck, Will’s hand is tugging on his hair. And Will meets him when he strains up again. This is so good. He can’t think of anything that could ever compare.
The pleasure has loosened his hands where they were on Will’s waist, but they’re still kind of resting there. And that gives him an idea. Slowly, so that Will can stop him if he wants to, he slides his hands back and down. Will does not stop him, he just keeps kissing him, tugs on his hair again, gets rewarded with a moan. So when Mike’s hands have reached their destination on Will’s butt, he’s pretty sure it’s okay. Will even makes a noise that could be… encouraging? But Mike did also just bite his lip, so who knows.
The reaction he gets when he grabs Will’s butt for leverage to grind up against him harder is more intense than he expected. From both of them. Because while it makes Mike groan so loudly it's almost a shout, Will makes a noise like a wounded animal, draws in on himself and starts shaking. Fuck. Was this not okay after all?
"Will?" He's a bit out of it, but he has to check. "Will, are you alright?"
His only answer is a faint moan from where Will's face is tucked into Mike's neck now. He's still shivering, still kind of… oh God. He's still doing little jerks with his hips. They seem involuntary, almost like aftershocks. Holy fuck. It takes a lot of strength and determination to not grind up against him again. This is so hot. This is the hottest thing that's ever happened to him.
"Will, did you just…?"
Will giggles into his neck. "Sorry."
And all of a sudden, he's so close. Everything in him is contracting. Holy fucking shit. Will came. He made Will come. He grabbed Will's ass to grind him down on his dick and he made him come .
"Oh my God." He drops his head back onto the couch. How is he supposed to deal with this? It's too much. "How are you this hot? Fuck, Will."
There's an edge to his voice right now that he wishes wasn't there. It's high and desperate. He can't help it, though. He feels desperate.
Will rubs his nose against Mike's neck. "You okay?"
"Yeah, 'course." The words are breathless. Will seems to hear something else in them, though, because he raises his head out of his little hiding place. So of course Mike sits up a bit too, because he just has to see his face, and is rewarded with the sight of a rosy flush on the bridge of Will's nose.
"You don't… I mean, you sound a bit…"
"Out of it, yeah."
"But you didn't… oh."
He sees the moment it clicks in Will's head and now he’s the one blushing for some reason. How is it that this is what embarrasses him? All of the other things are far better reasons to blush than just not having had an orgasm.
But maybe it’s because things are kind of weird now. They’ve lost their momentum now, are just looking at each other. One of them is going to need to do something. And it doesn’t really matter what it is that will happen - Mike is not going to be the one to do it. He simply doesn’t have the brain power.
Will, however, seems to be almost as clueless as he is. “Should I…”
“It’s okay,” Mike hurries to say. “We can just… leave it at this. That was so hot, seriously.”
The last thing he wants is for Will to do something he’s uncomfortable with now that they’re not in the heat of the moment anymore. He knows that they’re different in that way.
It seems like Will is going to say something in response to that, but then he shifts his weight where he’s sitting in Mike’s lap, and it just punches the air out of his lungs.
That draws a little snort out of Will. “Or I could just do that. Seems like it's working for you.” The smirk on his face is almost devious. “It worked for me.”
“Fuck, Will. You don’t have to.” It’s so difficult to say. At this point, it almost feels like self-sabotage. But it’s incredibly important. He can’t mess this up. He can’t mess Will up. But God , does he want to get him messy. Get messy with him.
“But I want to.” Will’s voice is whisper-quiet, but his eyes are shining brightly in the dim light of the basement.
The thought alone makes Mike groan and throw his head back. And that seems to be all Will needs to prompt him to go for it. The first time he grinds down, he’s very tentative. But it’s not like Mike needs much stimulation. He’s already so close. His nerves are singing.
“Fuck, that feels so good.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh, shut up. You know exactly what this-” That’s the moment Will decides to grind down a second time and all Mike can do is keen. “Will!”
There are hands at the base on his neck, urging his head up so that he can look at Will. It’s so much. It’s almost too much. In a brief moment of panic, Mike thinks he should put a stop to this. Because the way Will is looking at him right now is so intense it almost scares him.
But then, Will kisses him sweetly, draws back and looks at him with wide dark eyes. And that’s not scary. That’s Will. God, he loves him.
And later, when he can properly appreciate it properly, he will love Will even more for looking right into his eyes, saying “I wanna make you feel good too” and then tugging on his hair and grinding down a third time. But right now, he can’t, because that’s all it takes. Mike just whites out. He’s vaguely aware of making some sort of noise, of holding Will close to keep the pressure up. But mostly he’s just lost in bliss.
It takes a while for him to come around. When he does, Will is still right there, in his lap, winding a strand of Mike’s hair around his finger. “Hi.”
“Hello.”
There is an awkward pause. Mike is slightly uncomfortable. What does one say after things like these? Then, Will grins. “Didn’t take long, did it?”
It shocks a laugh out of him. “You little-”
And then they’re wrestling, and everything is alright again. They’ll need to go wash up and change in a minute, but now, they’re grappling with each other, laughing loudly. Will smashes him square in the face with a pillow.
Yeah, they’re cool. This is cool. They’re definitely going to be doing this again.