Mike never really thought of himself as “gay”, but whenever he and Will would have sleepovers and they brushed their teeth together, he couldn’t help but become entranced by Will’s mouth. His shiny, white teeth were not the straightest and his front two incisors were just a little bigger than his other teeth; Mike found these things incredibly alluring. Tonight was no different, except that this time Will caught him staring.
“What’s up, Mike?” Will chuckled, peering over at his friend.
Mike snapped out of it when Will’s mouth started moving. “Huh?” he looked into Will's eyes. “Oh sorry,”–A hint of blush sneaking its way to his cheeks–”your teeth are just so nice, I guess”.
“What?” Will laughed, not mockingly, but sweetly, genuinely curious.
“What? Is that weird?” Mike laughed, feeling a little self-conscious.
“No, no, it’s okay! It’s just not really something I would expect to hear…” Will trailed off, getting flustered as he repeated Mike’s words in his head, changing the wording with every replay of the sentence. Your teeth are so nice, Will–changes into–I want to run my tongue along your teeth, Will. Will mentally kicked himself at that one; Mike would be revolted if he could read Will’s mind. Everyday he had to remind himself that they’re just friends. Nothing more. Nonetheless, his mind always found a way to wonder, making Will feel that same old melancholy he has felt since he first realized he was in love six years ago.
Mike’s blush came in at full force; he wasn’t entirely sure why this whole ordeal made him so flustered, he wasn’t usually embarrassed when he said odd things. Either way, Mike was feeling something and even though he couldn’t quite identify it, he couldn’t ignore it either.
Will looked into Mike’s eyes, curious, “Are you okay, Mike? You’re all red,” he teased, not sure why Mike was reacting this way, but finding it cute anyway.
“Oh, yeah, I’m cool,” Mike smirked, backing away just a little. Will’s face was so close, too close, even; He was feeling dizzy looking at it for this long. Will always made Mike feel strongly, but lately it's been so much worse and he couldn’t understand why. “Let’s go back to the basement,” Mike suggested quickly, averting Will’s fierce gaze; his hazel-green eyes making Mike’s head throb and again with those teeth; he’d get a glimpse with every word Will spoke and it was making Mike’s stomach fold in on itself as though he were on a rollercoaster, he needed to sit down.
Will could tell now that something was up with his friend. He could always read Mike like a book and he could always get him to talk about how he was feeling, but right now Will could not identify the emotions in Mike’s eyes; they were far too scrambled and confused to get a firm grip on. (haha, firm grip *wink*) There was a hint of what seemed like fear and sadness in him that Will could not ignore.
But knowing they better leave the bathroom anyway, Will nodded in agreement.
They walked down both flights of stairs, from the second floor to the basement, in silence. When they were both settled into the couch, Will thought it was the time to ask Mike what was up with him. No better time than the present, right?
“So uh- What was that up there?” Will gestures upwards.
Mike doesn’t look at him. “What do you mean?” He knows exactly what Will means.
Will leans down, folding over his lap, to look at Mike’s face. “Well, you were acting a little weird up there, more than usual… You seem off. I’m just worried. Are you feeling okay?”
Mike can’t stand all these questions all at once, but he can’t get mad at Will, never at Will. He shifts his gaze to look back at him, keeping his head down. “I guess I just got overwhelmed. I don’t know, dude.” He immediately feels bad about being short with his best friend like that so he looks back toward his feet on the floor.
Will puts his hand on Mike’s, “Do you want to tell me what you’re feeling right now?” It was a question Will asked whenever Mike was upset, but for some reason, this time, it made Mike’s heart jump into his throat.
He wasn’t even sure what he was feeling right now. The hand that Will was touching ever so gently felt like it was going to set fire any moment. Mike wanted to yell at him to just go away, that he couldn’t handle his presence right now. But he wouldn’t. He couldn’t upset Will. There was something in him that screamed at the top of its lungs to never hurt that boy. Mike didn’t know why.
“Fuck, I don’t even know what I’m feeling, Will.” Mike finally sat up and he looked at will with a pained, pitiful expression, like he was saying Please help me, Will, I need you right now.
Will felt a tinge in his chest seeing Mike’s face. He hated seeing Mike upset to begin with, but it was even worse when he didn’t know how to help. “Can you try to explain?” Was all Will could think to say. He knew it wasn;t very helpful to pry like this, but Will thought that maybe if Mike could talk about it, it would help him to understand himself.
“I mean- It’s like- I just-” Mike stumbled, trying to get a foothold on his thoughts. Will noticed his struggle and squeezed his hand once, as a comforting gesture. This seemed to help because Mike inhaled sharply before continuing, calmer this time.
The flames lighting under the skin of Mike’s hand finally erupt into flames and suddenly, he’s had an epiphany; he’s thought of a way to explain how he’s feeling. “It’s almost like how I felt with El, but different? Maybe stronger?” Blushing fiercely, Mike realizes the implications of his words, but doesn’t have the mental calamity to correct himself at this point.
Will just looked at him, on the brink of being purely flabbergasted. Had Mike just inadvertently told will he had a crush on him? No, no way. That couldn’t be true. Mike had been with a girl, Eleven, and he had genuinely liked her, he wasn’t gay, that’s impossible. For God’s sake he even kissed her! Will was having a mini hurricane go on inside his brain while trying to appear calm while he gathered his thoughts. Did Mike really like him? What should he say? Oh god Mike is just looking at him. He looks so cute. Did Will misread the situation? Fuck, Will think. You can’t let a silly crush get to you this much, you’re Will the Wise, not Will the dumbfounded. It’s not just a crush. Is Mike still looking? Mike is so pretty tonight. Mike. Mike. Mike. All flashed through his mind in the span of a second before he acted on instinct, reaching forwards, removing his hand from atop Mikes, Planting both hands on Mike’s shoulder, angling Mike toward him, leaning in, and…
it’s the most satisfying, most heart wrenching, most agonizingly wonderfully tender feeling Will has ever felt. Mike’s lips are soft, well taken care of, and warm. He tastes like mint-flavored Listerine but Will doesn’t care, he’s sure he does too. But of all this, what’s most surprising is that Mike hasn’t pulled away, hasn’t pushed Will off of him and called him a faggot. In fact, Mike is stiff, eyes wide open, hands hovering on either side of Will, almost like he’s stuck.
When Will pulls away, his eyes open and look into Mike’s. Mike’s hands fall to his side. He looks like his brain is working overdrive. Will sits patiently, appearing calm but really he’s just waiting for Mike to tell him to go and never come back.
Mike is still processing what has just happened. He’s never thought this way of Will, but now that he’s felt his kiss, he doesn’t think he can ever think of him the same again. Mike feels blood rush to a pit in his stomach and his heart is beating so fast but it feels like it’s not beating at all. Suddenly, all his confused, scattered feelings come together like a 10,000-piece jigsaw puzzle: He has a big fat crush on his best friend, Will Byers, the boy he’s known for ten years and counting. The fact that they’re both boys doesn’t even occur to him, he’s too wrapped up in the feeling of finally understanding, finally realizing this damned fact. These feelings he’s had for years now, the ones he was fine with just ignoring until recently, finally making sense.
“Holy Fucking Shit,” Mike whispers with almost no sound.
Will perks up, “What?”
“Dude, I have a crush on you,” Mike says matter-of-factly, like it was ever even a question.
Will’s breath catches, feeling a sharp tingling behind his eyes. He couldn’t be hearing Mike correctly. “You- huh? What?”
“I’m in love with you, man,” Mike repeats, looking boldly into Will's eyes.
“But- El- I thought- What?”
Mike puts both hands on Will’s shoulders and pecks him on the lips quickly, afraid he might mess up after the bold, passionate kiss Will gave him previously. “I liked her, but now I like you,” Mike’s hands stay in their position on Will. “I mean, actually, I might like you even more than I liked her. Like, so much I’d actually consider marrying you or something I think.”
Will is stunned. “Marry… me?” He points limply at himself, still in disbelief.
“Yeah, dude,” As he says this, Mike remembers the situation they’re in: They’re both men. But, not wanting to ruin the mood, he ignores that fact.
“But… We… We’re both…” Will starts before rethinking; Mike is in a vulnerable position, he didn’t want to make him feel bad about feeling this way. He looks into Mike’s eyes, trying to find any sign of mockery, but he can’t find anything of the sort, Mike is dead serious. Will sighs; he didn’t think he would ever have to confront this thing head on, but here we are. “I like you too, Mike. Like- A lot. And for a while now.”
The pool in Mike’s stomach moves south and his jeans tighten. Fuck, he thinks, this is not a good time at all for him to get a boner. He kisses Will again to divert his attention; this time going in for a real kiss, not a lousy peck on the lips. Will’s lips are bitten almost raw but they’re still somehow soft. Mike wonders if Will has ever kissed someone before because how is he so good at this? Maybe Mike just thinks Will is good because he likes him…
Mike is broken from his train of thought when he hears a small, barely audible whimper escape from Will. Mike pulls back just slightly, surprised.
Will blushed furiously. “What?” He sounded defensive. He knew about the little sound he made, but really wished Mike didn’t notice. He was fine with kissing, he actually really liked this, but it was still embarrassing for Mike to know just how much he was reveling in this.
“You’re really enjoying this?” Mike questioned, his face lighting up.
“Well, I mean- Yeah,” He said, defeated, knowing he’d been caught. Will glanced down and noticed… something in Mike’s pants. He suddenly felt his lower stomach twist and his boxers tighten around him (luckily his pajama pants were baggy enough that Mike probably wouldn’t even notice). Is Mike… hard right now? Because of Will? Is that possible?
Mike follows the other pair of eyes to where they were lying on his crotch; oh shit, he doesn’t know how he’ll defend this to Will. Mike is suddenly blushing just as much as Will as Will looks into his eyes. He has no idea what to even say. This is far too embarrassing for him to ever come back from. He’s just about to stand up and just walk away when Will opens his mouth.
“Mike-” Will’s words trap in his throat, he can’t seem to say anything more. So instead he just presses his lips to Mike’s once again, but this time with more fervor, more passion.
At this, something in Mike snaps. His dick gets harder than he thought ever possible and he pushes him down against the armrest of the couch, earning a strangled gasp from Will. Mike runs his tongue against the crease between Will’s lips, attempting to will his lips to open. Will moans and Mike can feel his hard-on against his knee where it’s planted between Will’s legs. Mike pushes his tongue into Will’s mouth, and licks along his upper row of teeth, feeling the slight unevenness of them and relishing in it. He suddenly has a new and strange thought: he wants to knock Will’s teeth out and keep them for himself, as a memento of this perfect boy in front of him. This thought makes his head spin; thinking about the blood pouring from Will’s pretty little mouth, and, oh god, he’s never been hornier in his life. He kisses will harder, biting his bottom lip and pressing his knee into Will’s crotch. He wants to devour Will, wants to never let him go, wants to mark him and make everyone know who Will belongs to. Mike didn’t know where all this energy was coming from, but he didn’t care at this point.
Mike pulls away and Will makes a confused whimpering sound, his eyes looking like those of a kicked puppy. “What’s wrong?” Will asked, his voice unsteady from arousal.
Mike pushes Will’s upper lip away from his teeth with his thumb, holding his head with his other four fingers. His eyes wide with wonder and arousal. “Your teeth are amazing…” He marvels and Will blushes harder, a bit confused by this, but he’s not complaining. Mike smiles excitedly, biting his lower lip, “I want one… Can I have one of them?”
“Wha- One of my teeth…?” Will asked, a little shocked at the question, not understanding the implications of the request. “I- I mean, I don’t really understa-”
Without any sort of warning, Mike whams his fist into Will’s face, punching his mouth hard. Will gasps loudly, “Fuck! What the fuck! Mike! What the fuck?” Before Will can finish processing the situation, Mike kisses him, blood running from Will’s mouth. Mike once again caresses Will’s teeth with his tongue before finding a loosened tooth and jostling it out of place and into his own mouth. Mike pulls away from the bloody kiss and spits the blood-stained tooth into his palm, looking proud of himself.
Will’s face throbbed as he clutched it with one hand, but he just stares at Mike who’s admiring Will’s tooth in his hand. He’s incredibly shocked and thrown off by all this. Why would Mike hurt him like that and this badly? Has Mike always had violent tendencies like this? On another note, he was now missing a fucking tooth thanks to him. Even with all of this, all this sudden fear and shock, Will is still aroused, maybe even more so than before. He doesn’t understand it; he’s so confused.
Mike opens up Will’s mouth like before and holds up the tooth to where it used to rest in Will’s gums. “Look at it,” he whispers, amazed with his work. Will just stares at Mike. Where was this even coming from, did Mike hate him for liking him or something?
“I don’t- What-” Will starts, getting Mike to look him in the eyes, “I don’t understand. What is happening?” Will asks, sounding pained and afraid, but deep down, his dick is painfully throbbing with arousal and a wet spot is forming in his boxers. What is wrong with him? Between his hurt and arousal, Will doesn’t know how to feel.
“Your teeth are so pretty,” Mike says, like it should have been obvious.
Will gives him a look, “But why did you have to hit me?” His voice choked and strained. He feels tears welling behind his eyes, both because of Mike and because his dick is so hard that he might cum right then and there.
“I don’t know,” Mike admits. He somehow doesn’t feel bad for what he’s done to his best friend. Will looks too beautiful with blood dripping from his mouth and nose, looking like he might cry. At the same time, Mike’s boner was becoming painfully obvious and Will was having a hard time ignoring it.
“You’re still hard, Mike,” Will points out, amused and slightly unnerved at Mike’s continued arousal.
“Yeah,” Mike wasn’t even ashamed anymore.
Will’s dick twitches at this and, despite everything, grabs Mike’s shirt collar and pulls him down into another kiss.
Mike loves this one even more because he can taste Will’s blood on his lips. Mike slips his hand down Will’s pants, pulling out his cock, leaking precum. Will squeaks, surprised, but doesn’t fight it. Mike slowly and sweetly starts stroking Will’s length while staring intently at his face. Will holds his breath and covers his mouth, afraid that he might be too loud because the boy he’s been in love with for years is touching him in the most intimate place possible. He feels like his heart will burst from his chest, he’s so caught up in his pleasure and his love for Mike that he’s completely forgotten about his missing tooth caused by Mike. But he still has blood on his face and, now, on his shirt.
Mike is absolutely smitten by Will. He loves the feel of his cock in his hand and how wet Will is for him. He loves the look of will who’s looking down at his own dick as Mike strokes it carelessly. He loves the blood drying on his shirt. If only Mike could see his mouth (and the hole where a tooth once was) and hear his breathing;
Mike grabs Will’s wrist and pries his hand away from his mouth. “I want to hear you,” he says, only looking more intently into Will’s eyes.
Will exhales deeply and whines, unable to deny Mike when he looks at him like that. Now, he can’t hold back the moans welling in his chest as Mike speeds up his motion. He hopes that no one can hear him in the basement from the second floor.
Will now sits against the armrest slack jawed, head down, watching how Mike slides his hand up and down like second-nature around his shaft. Mike’s own cock jumps when he gets a glimpse of Will’s mouth again, blood dried on his lips and nose… and gums, where the tooth had been. Mike can’t help it when he pulls out his dick and starts with the same quick pace he now has on Will’s. His heart throbs when he notices Will’s eyes move from his own crotch to Mike’s and he has this look of awe in his face that makes Mike feel incredible. Listening to Will’s cute little moans on top of everything, Mike feels himself reaching the edge and grabs both his and Will’s dicks in one hand and strokes faster.
“Will…” He breathes, “I’m- Fuck- I’m close.”
“Me too,” Will bites his lips a little too hard and he’s bleeding again. Mike grips Will’s hair firmly, pressing their lips together and he finishes at the sight and taste of Will’s blood. He can’t get enough of it. He sucks on Will’s lip, drawing out more blood and Will entwines his own hands in Mike’s hair, deepening the kiss as he follows Mike’s orgasm with his own, coating his shirt and Mike’s hand in his cum.
Mike releases his firm grip on their dicks and pulls back from Will’s lips. He brings his hand up to his mouth to taste the cum, both of their cum mixed together. Will thinks that’s the hottest thing he’s seen in his life.
Mike takes a little on his finger and pushes it into Will’s mouth. “Taste,” He demands flatly.
Will thinks it tastes gross and gags a little, making Mike’s face fall slightly.
“It’s the taste of us,” Mike says, a tinge of dejection in his voice, and Will’s heart stings knowing he hurt his lover’s (is that what they were now?) feelings.
Will puts a hand on Mike’s cheek and caresses with his thumb, mending Mike’s hurt feelings. He loves him so much. He doesn’t care that Mike purposefully hurt him, he doesn’t care that Mike didn’t seem bothered by Will’s pain. He just loves Mike and he knew now that Mike, in his own way, loved him too.
“I love you, Mike.”
Mike’s eyes lit up again, his lips curling into a little smile,
“I love you, too.”