spin the bottle// byler

i (10 more minutes)

will's POV

i wish i had turned off the walkie-talkie before going to bed. 

"earth to byers?" a familiar voice speaks over the device. 

"yeah?" i roll over and say, trying my best to mask my morning voice.

"oh, did i wake you up?" mike asks, the guilt in his voice apparent. 

"yeah, don't worry about it." i yawn, rubbing my eyes.

"i'm coming over in 5 minutes." 

"cool." i say, rolling back over, burying my head in my pillow.

it is much too early to be awake, i just need a couple more minutes. 

i fall back  asleep.

"will?" i open my eyes and see him. i smile and he puts a hand on my cheek. "good morning, byers." he leans down and kisses my forehead. "morning, wheeler." he runs his fingers through my hair. "you're so cute when you sleep, prince." he smiles looking at me fondly. i blush and don't talk again. it was perfect. this is all i want.

"will? wake up, will." 

i open my eyes and sit up.

"shit, sorry." i say, rubbing my eyes.

"no, it's okay." mike says and sits on my bed. 

i smile sleepily at him. 

"what time did you go to sleep?" he asks, kicking off his shoes.

"about 2. it's hard to sleep when you talk so much." i say, grabbing my shirt off the floor and putting it on.

"sorry." he blushes.

"hey, um, i'm having a little party tonight, if you want to come." mike says. 

"who's going?"

"me, dustin, lucas, max, el, and hopefully you." 

"sure, sounds fun." i yawn and lay down again. 

"william, i did not come over to watch you sleep." 

"but, mikey, i so tired." i yawn again.

"i will give you 10 minutes, okay? but, scoot over, i'm tired, too." mike says.

i move to the other side of my bed, giving mike some room. 

this definitely isn't the first time we've slept in the same bed. 

i close my eyes and turn my back to mike. 

"10 minutes, mikey." i say before drifting to sleep.

a little while later, i open my eyes again and i can tell it's definitely been longer than 10 minutes. 

mike's arms are wrapped around my torso and he is still asleep, soundly. 

i hold onto his hands, which are around my stomach. 

again, not the first time we've ended up in this position. 

i'm always the little spoon. 

"mikey." i whisper to him, trying to wake him slowly (i've come to learn that this is the way he prefers to be waken up.)

i unwrap myself from him and i roll over.

i kiss his nose and whisper again, "mikey." 

he scrunches up his nose, but keeps his eyes closed. 

i put a hand on his cheek and connect the freckles there, the pattern which he named after me because it's the one i always go back to when we're in this position. 

slowly, he opens his eyes. 

our faces are close, i can feel as his breath becomes stable again. 

"what time is it?" he asks, not moving his eyes away from me, yet. 

"longer than 10 minutes."

"it's so cold in here." he says, pulling my blanket up. 

"here." i say, putting my arms around him. 

he moves in closer, putting his face in the crook of my neck. 

"better?" i ask.

"better." 

i feel as his eyelashes flutter shut, again. 

"10 more minutes." mike mumbles into my neck, cuddling closer.

"alright, 10 more minutes."

alright, i'm starting y'all off with some fluff. the chapters will get longer, i promise. smut is in your near future :))

lots of love,

sava