Byler Oneshots☽❣︎☀︎︎

truth or dare

Mike had the biggest crush on Will since they were in middle school. He'd failed on letting what started out as a crush blossom into something bigger. 

Once he realized he had a crush on Will, it wasn't too long after he fell in love with him.

Mike couldn't help but think about whether his crush on Will was a phase, because he liked girls all his life up until this point in time. 

He kept his feelings for Will a secret, with the exception of all his closest friends knowing. 

Mike had spent most years trying to determine whether his feelings for Will were a phase or an actual thing. 

It didn't help that by the years, Will had gotten hotter and hotter throughout the entire span of their 4 years of high school. 

Mike's attraction for Will continued to grow, helping him realize that maybe it wasn't just a phase.

By now, they were all 19-year olds in college. 

Lucas & Dustin were always encouraging him to tell Will the truth. The part of him afraid of rejection always spoke up and always declined.

Mike knew he couldn't spend forever hiding away the feelings he had for him. The fact that they shared a dorm room, made matters worse.

Each time Will got undressed in front of him, he had to act like he didn't get painfully hard any time it happened. 

He wasn't going to waste his entire life secretly having the hots for one of his best friends.

Although, as stubborn as he was, he was never going to wear his heart on his sleeve. Especially, if it had turned out that Will did not feel the same way.

"Which one should I wear?" Will said, holding up his outfit options. "I already gave you an answer," Mike sighed. 

"Yea, and I'm asking again because I changed my mind and I value your opinion," Will stated. Mike rolled his eyes. 

"Hey, don't roll your eyes at me," Will retorted. He picked up one of the many decorative pillows that were on his bed and launched it across the room. His attempt successful, hitting Mike's head.

"Now you're not getting this back."

"Boo who, I'm so sad," Will said, sarcasm dripping in throughout his tone. Mike flipped him off in return.

"Cmon Mike, I need you to help me pick," Will whined. Mike groaned in agony, even though he wouldn't even trade Will's nagging for the world. 

"That one," Mike said, pointing to the grey crop in Will's left hand. "Now hurry the fuck up," Mike complained. 

"You know, I don't like being rushed Mike," Will told, untying his robe and letting it fall to the ground. 

"Fuck," Mike muttered low enough for only himself to hear. 

Will was wearing a grey thong and he could see everything. The thin straps clinging to his hips and the fabric which disappeared in between his cheeks. 

Mike looked away before Will could catch him. He slipped into his favorite jeans with the rips in them before pulling the shirt Mike had picked out, over his head. 

"You're the reason why we're always late everywhere we go," Mike continued. 

Will proceeded to put on his shoes and give himself one last look in the mirror to make sure he looked presentable. 

"Well then, you should've left without me," he said, passing Mike and walking out the door. 

After a short walk across campus, Will and Mike arrived at the frat party, fashionably late.