Byler Oneshots☽❣︎☀︎︎

best friends?

His mind was foggy. The floors, the walls, the ceiling, you name it. Everything was spinning. Will couldn't even think straight from how buzzed he was. His long brunette hair, falling out of its place in a bun. He felt his knees become weak and let himself fall to the floor. A light whimper erupted from his throat as he felt his ribs hit the hard floor.

He barely got up onto all fours, mostly on his elbows, making his way into the living room. He caught a glimpse of his phone resting on the couch. He crawled towards the couch and stopped in front of it. He laid down on the floor and held out his arm to feel around for his phone. He found it and brought it down to where he could see.

He dialed the first person he'd ever call in a situation like this. His best friend. The phone rang a couple times until a familiar voice answered. "Hello", Mike said, his voice slightly groggy as if he'd just woken up. "Hi Mike" Will slurred.

Mike sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. "Can you come over. I really need your help" Will uttered slowly, into the phone. Mike would be lying if he denied being the slightest bit of turned on at the moment. It was the fact that Will sounded extremely desperate for him or his presence at least. He also couldn't tell whether he was really horny or heavily intoxicated.

"Are you drunk? Where are you?" Mike asked, sounding more like a demand than a question. Will paused to look around at his surroundings to determine where he was because he wasn't too sure. Mike repeated himself once he heard a brief moment of silence. This time the patience disappearing in his voice was noticeable.

"I'm uhm.. at my house" Will said, loosing more of his grip on reality. "I really need you Mike" he said one last time before ending the call. Before Mike could say anything else, Will had hung up on him. "Shit", Mike cursed to himself.

Will could've sworn he blinked his eyes once and Mike was already at his front door. He struggled to get up from the floor for a quick moment as the screeching sound of the doorbell rung through his ears as Mike pushed the doorbell repeatedly. Will opened the door and it was enough time for Mike to take in his entire figure in mere seconds.

Mike walked in and closed the door behind him. Will spun around, almost falling in the process. Mike had caught him just in time. His hands found Will's waist in such short notice. But it hadn't seemed like Will's realized or simply even cared. "I'm sorry, I'm really drunk" Will said, as if it wasn't already obvious.

"No really? I can't even tell" Mike said sarcastically, his hands hovering over Will's waist and ready to catch him if he fell over again. "Heyyyy, I heard that" Will slurred, stumbling slightly. Mike trailed behind Will, his eyes glued to his ass. He was wearing a pair of light pink shorts with little teddy bears on them; These shorts just so happened to be a bit too small on him.

"Can you lift me onto the counter please?" Will asked, eyes shining as he looked up at taller boy. Mike searched his eyes for confirmation, before clasping Will's waist and placing him on top of the counter.

Mike poured a glass water and held it in his hand. Will reached out for it and Mike pulled it back.

Mike's eyes scanned his face and remained on his lips. Will let him bring the cup closer to his mouth and he began to drink from the glass, gulping it down to the last drop. Mike placed the glass down and swiped his thumb over Will's lips. He let his hand rest on Will's thigh. God, his skin was so soft.

"You're really close to me Mike" Will slurred, a light smirk present on his lips. The tension between them higher than usual. Mike leaned in closer. His hands made their way on Will's waist. Will's eyes trailed down to Mike's lips for a split second. All of a sudden, Will was being lifted off the counter. He gasped with the sudden movement before he felt the floor under his feet.