Mike Wheeler's POV.
Eddie Munson is still a fucking senior and still the leader of Hellfire.
"Jesus Eddie are you ever gonna graduate?" I asked, he flunked his math test.
"Depends, but that's not important Wheeler. We have our tournament Friday. It's going to be our best play of the fucking century."
"Nerds." Erica came up behind us in the cafeteria.
"You say that and you're still in this club." Dustin added while going into his chocolate pudding.
"It's only because you guys seem to desperately need me. I am a level 17, remember?" Erica snapped back.
"Yes you tell us all the time Erica." I rolled my eyes at her. "Also, the tournament is next Friday Eddie."
"Since when? It's on the 13th. This Friday." Eddie rummaged through his backpack to find the flyer.
"But Lucas's game is this Friday too." Dustin said,
"Sinclair? Oh my god I forgot he was like co-captain or whatever. Fuck! Wheeler, Henderson, Sinclair 2.0," Erica rolled her eyes. "We cannot miss this game. At all. If any of you guys aren't there on Friday I am slicing your throats off. Got it? Find me someone who can play d'nd AND is a wizard."
"Demands, demands demands." Erica signed.
"Well we don't need another fucking pony, Sinclair." Eddie snapped.
"Why don't we get Will?" I asked. Will always loved to play d'nd.
Dustin looked at me, suspiciously. "Yea that's a good idea. He's Will the Wise Eddie. He has a costume and everything."
"How come he's not in this club?" Eddie groaned in a mixture of delight and confusion.
"He's in art club." I grinned.
"Still less of a nerd than all of you guys. He has actual talent."
. . .
No One's POV.
"So, Michael and I" Dustin started, Mike looked at him weirdly for using his government name. "Need you to play d'nd with us."
Will looked up from sketching, the 3 of them were in the art room. "Mhm." Will nodded.
"And we need you to play this Friday, at 4. Sharp."
"But Lucas's game is at 4:45. I can't miss that." Will shook his head no. "I'm sorry but it's Lucas's—"
"It's a tournament Will." Mike slammed his hand on the desk. Dustin could already tell the tension between the two. "Do you still have that Will the Wise costume?"
"... No, it's way too small now." Will looked around. "How long is a tournament?"
"Will you should know this! We played this all the time," Dustin sighed.
"Yeah but never an actual tournament! You guys went off with your girlfriends." The two went silent. Until Mike spoke up.
"Like an hour, and your and thirty minutes at most." Mike stared at Will who continued sketching.
"And Lucas's game is 2 hours. So around 30 minutes late.." Will thought for a moment. "Okay I'll do it. I can make a new costume by Friday. Does Eddie want any specific designs?"
"No, I can go over and help you with fittings, and Dustin can get you a hell fire shirt." Dustin and Will looked at each other and shamelessly grinned. Will nodded sheepishly and both Dustin and Mike ran out to tell Eddie.
. . .
"Logan can you pass this note over to Mike?" It was science class the last period of the day.
"Oh. Yea uh no problem." He grabbed the note and practically tossed it at Mike who scoffed at him.
"
Fitting help, meet me at my place after school?
From, Will.
"
Mike looked over at Will who was looking straight at him. He nodded and Will grinned lust fully.
. . .
Will on top of Mike, dry humping on the bed. Wills was grinding Mike's erection on his ass. Mike cups Will's face and brings in for a messy make out. Will tugs on Mike's shirt and he pulls it off. Will strips down and removes Mike's pants.
"Can you take it from the back?" Will cocked his head confused.
Mike chuckled, "Ride me but face the other way,"
Will blushed, "Are you doing research on sex positions or what?" Will removed Mike's boxers and turned the other way.
Fuck this is embarrassing.. Will thought. He slowly leveled himself onto Mike's cock. He held onto Mike's thighs and slowly started to ride.
Mike grabbed onto Will's waist, lifting him up and down. "Nice view, Byers." Will gripped into his thighs harder, scratching them. The raven haired teenager grinned.
Will softy moaned moving his hips to match Mike.
"You're going to slow," Mike grabbed his waist and lifted him up, nearly pulling out. He slammed him back in.
"Angh.. M-Mike.." Will loudly moaned, letting his head fall back. He rolled his hips up and let his hands go behind him and onto Mike's upper thigh.
Suddenly Mike grabbed Will off, flipped him over to where Mike was on top.
"Changing positions now?" Will teased, thag quickly turned into a deafening moan when Mike slammed back in.
"M-Mike.. Oh! Ah!" Will's hands wrapped around Mike's neck and his legs wrapped around the boy's waist.
"How's the costume going?" Mike said between groans.
"Oh, uhm. I finished the— M-Mike..!!" Will moaned again in Mike's ear.
"Use words, babe." Mike obviously did that on purpose.
"I-I finished.. O-Oh fuck!" Will slurred and struggled with words. "I-I finished the sketch.." Will moaned out. "I can.. make it smaller for you.." Will breathed out.
"For me or do you want people to see your ass? Huh cum slut?" With that degrading Will came all over the both of them.
"Go apeshit M-Mike.." Tired, and the brains fucked out of him.
Mike took this and turned him around and fucked him from the back.
"You want me to cum in you huh? Beg for it."
Will nodded eagerly with the little strength he had, "Please Mike.. Please.." He laid his head completely down into the pillows.
The slapping of skin sped up and Mike released into Will, both moaned into the release.
Mike went to Will's ear,
"I want to see you wear a short shirt costume, I'm a whore for that." Will went red quickly. He nodded shyly.
"T-There are two sketches on the desk.." Will pointed at the desk that was used for his art. "One is for the tournament and one is for you.."
Mike put on his boxers, and went to the desk.
One was normal, a larger version of his old Will the Wise costume. And one was erotic, it was slimmed down to lingerie. It had it's regular cape, but the top and bottom were different. The top had a dark purple X and a line through it and the shorts were barley covering the thigh. It went with a belt, it was uniquely designed. It had no hat with it, though. Mike frowned at the fact he had to wait till Friday for Will to wear it.
Mike turned to Will in excitement, who was still laying down, but faced up.
"I can't take another round Mike, if you're horny go jack off."
"Can I jack off on you?" Mike looked down to see Will's erection.
"I'll take that as a yes."
