His lover- a Byler story

Chapter 2

Back in the van, Argyle, Will, and Mike had fallen asleep and Johnathan was responsible to get them back to Hawkins. In the back, Mike had his head on top of Will's who had now cuddled close to Mike. Mike accepted it and fell back to sleep. Thinking about El and all their happy memories. What was he to tell Max, Dustin, and Lucas? Oh yeah, El died following a shoot out with a helicopter because her powers were not quick enough to cease them. A tear slipped down his cheek and he quickly wiped it away before it landed on Will's cheek, waking him up in the process. Mike and Will both needed each other now,  he didn't know how to cope without him when he goes back home. What was he to tell Joyce? El got kidnapped by Papa and ended up in a desert area, we went to find her and before we could see her again, she tried to fight off a bloody helicopter and ended up being shot in the process. Joyce would have a breakdown. Anything to avert away from El and his heartbreaking moment.

Mike "woke up" and looked down at his arm to which he was shot. A bloody mess, yes, but it was better than being shot in the head. He'd survive this, he had survived a lot of things and those were in the upside down. It won't be long before they were home.

Will on the other hand started fidgeting. He was getting uncomfortable and started to remember what happened less than two hours ago. He wasn't awake but he was stirring. Mike noticed his movements and looked down to the sleeping boy, and saw a stray tear escaping his eyes. One wipe it took and a little bit of lingering set something off for Mike, but he didn't know what. He didn't know this feeling so he pushed it down and tried to ignore it. It probably was nothing anyway except for a friendship feeling.

Will eventually woke up and noticed he was on Mike's shoulder. "Sorry Mike" he whispered. Mike smiled at him, "it's okay, did you sleep well?"
"It was okay thank you. How is your arm?"
"Bloody, bruised and overall hurts. Might have to caught it off" he tried to play a bit of a joke to lighten up the mood, but Will was not having it.
"I hope you don't. It's valuable. How long have I slept for?"
"Approximately two hours"
"Is that all?" Will made a face.
"Yep. I've slept one and a half, you were sleeping on me most of the time anyway. Was I at least comfortable?"
"Very comfortable" he smiled at Mike. Wonder how your lap feels.

The rest of the ride was silent, it was going to take another few hours to get back, so they just tried to relax. Mike was in lots of pain and ended up taking his top off to support his arm in a sling.
Damnnnnn.
Will took one look over, curious. And he wished he didn't. He looked so good. So precious, hot, overall beautiful. Since when did Mike have a six pack? In all these years Will has known Mike, did he never notice he had a six pack, and how gorgeous his body looked when he glistened in the sun. Unfortunately, it was long lived as Mike had noticed Will staring. Mike laughed to ease the awkwardness when Will eventually looked back at his face.

"Sorry- sorry" he fumbled.
A big smile across Mike's face told Will that he was okay and it was a mistake.
But what if these mistakes got more frequent? What if Mike enjoyed it?