<𝕓𝕪𝕝𝕖𝕣> 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 / 𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤 <𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕠>

Will flopped on the bed, scooting up towards the pillow and relaxing on his back. Mike sighed as he closed the door. "You're wearing a flannel, you gotta take it off." Mike said as he walking towards the bed. "And jeans." Mike muttered. It was quiet until Will let out a soft snore.

"Oh for the love of.." Mike blushed as he thought about what to do next. He can't let Will sleep like that, he'll get scratchy and itchy. Mike shook off the blush and reached forward, pulling up Will's shirt, getting to his jean's button and zipper.

It's fine, they're friends. He's just helping him get comfortable. There's nothing wrong with that. Mike finally unbuttoned it and zipped it down, slowly removing them to reveal Will's black Star Wars underwear. Mike snorted as he shook his head. "I'm definitely making fun of you in the morning." Mike whispered, moving and sitting up in between Will's legs, to get closer to Will's torso.

Mike started unbuttoning his shirt one by one. He did it mindlessly, humming the tune of jaws and occasionally chuckling at Wills soft snores. He finally finished unbuttoning the shirt and pulled it away from his chest, his face dropping at the sight.

"What the.." was all Mike was able to say.

Along Will's torso, from his upper right chest to his lower left abdomen, we're 4 giant gut wrenching scars. They were huge, they looked like they came from some sort of sword. He looked at up at Will, confused, before looking back down at the scars. Mike lifted his finger and gently ran it along one of the scars when suddenly...

Will's eyes snapped open and he sat up at the speed of light, scooting away from the gentle touch. "What?" Will muttered then looked down at himself, noticing he wasn't wearing pants and his shirt was open. Will blushed and covered his chest with his arms.

"Whoa! hey! What's going on?!" Will asked frantically trying to figure out what exactly Mike was doing. Mike only frowned and scooted closer. "I was getting you comfortable, what happened?" Mike asked. Will looked at him confused. "What?" He asked.

"To your chest and stomach? Why have I never seen this?" Mike asked. Will looked down at himself then nodded, understanding what Mike was talking about. "Oh. Well you know it's not exactly something I like to talk about." Will said, looking at Mike with a shy smile. Mike only showed a face of confusion.

God this boy is dense.

"When the uh.. demogorgan.. dragged me to the upside down, it wasn't exactly.. gentle." Will tried to explain. Mike's eyes widened as his mouth went open. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry." Mike muttered. "No no it's ok. You guys were gonna find out eventually." Will smiled. Mike just stared at his stomach.

"Can I.. can I see?" Mike asked. Will bit his lip and nodded, removing his arms and leaning against the headboard. Mike brought Will's shirt off his shoulders, but still on his arms. He scooted closer, sitting on his knees right between Will's legs. He took a closer look before looking up at Will, bringing his hand up and hovering it over his waist.

Will took a shallow breath as he nodded, giving Mike permission to touch him. Mike looked back down at Will's chest, gently putting his hand on Will's waist. Will blushed at the touch and looked everywhere but Mike. This was a very intimate moment. Not a moment you'd be having with your best friend.

Mike brought one finger up to Will's chest, then started gently trailing his finger along one of the scars. Will shifted uncomfortably. Mike moved his finger and looked up at Will. "Does that hurt?" He whispered. Will shook his head. "It's just sensitive." Will whispered back.

Mike nodded and continued. Mike then looked up at Will, their faces inches apart, he didn't even realize he was leaning in. Will looked everywhere but Mike. Mike bit his lip as he looked down at Will's lips.

Fuck it.

Mike quickly planted a small kiss on Will's lips, pulling back before Will could even have a chance to kiss back. Will's face turned a deep red as he looked at Mike with shock.

Mike felt his own face go red as he began to try and explain himself. "I-I'm so sorry! My mind totally took over it just when I think about you I get all fluffy, and it's making my stomach go crazy and my brain wants to do things with you like hold your hand and kiss and cheesy shit! I just thought maybe if I kissed you it would go away but it only made it worse- ugh It's stupid! It's so stupid! I shouldn't have..."

Mike trailed off when Will gently placed his hand on Mike's cheek. "Me too." Will whispered with a shy smile. Mike stared at him for a second. "What?" Mike asked, confused. "I feel that way too Mike. For a long time." Will smiled wide. Mike's mouth opened to say something, but sat there for another second.

"Really?" Mike asked. Will laughed and nodded. "Yeah, really." Will smiled. Mike nodded quickly. "Oh.. ok. Cool." Mike said then licked his lips nervously. "Does that mean that I can um.. kiss you again?" Mike whispered. Will let out a small laugh again. "I'd like that, yeah." Will smiled. Mike nodded and leaned in again, this time slower.

Their lips soon met and sparks flew of course. Will put his hands on Mike's shoulders and Mike leaned against his own hands, which were on either side of Will. Mike soon pulled back, smiling. "Wow." He whispered. Will smiled back when Mike had started speaking.

"Do you wanna be my boyfriend?" Mike blurted out. Mike then blushed and was about to go on a whole rant about he shouldn't have said that when Will put his hand over Mike's mouth. "I'd love that." Will smiled.

Mike smiled and nodded. "Awesome." He whispered. "Cool." Will smiled back. Mike leaned back and scratched his neck. "So Um.. do you wanna.. cuddle?" Mike smiled with a blush, pointing to his bed. Will nodded. "Yeah." Will said.

These next few days are going to be amazing.

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