Byler One-Shots

Only Fools rush in

Credits: CaitlynWrites on Archive of our Own!
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Will's whine was so loud Mike had to quickly stifle it with a clammy hand.

Because although, hey, that was fucking hot; his sister was also roaming around the house, and he didn't, exactly, fancy her finding out what it was they were doing.

"Will," he said, voice slightly trembling as he looked up at those wide, wide eyes that were heady with lust.

"Sorry," Will whispered when Mike lowered his hand, clearly knowing what Mike was about to say.

"No, no, don't be sorry. God, you don't understand how fucking hot it is," Mike replied sincerely, still breathing a little too hard from their earlier make out session. "...In all honesty," he whispered, "I just wish my sister wasn't around so you could keep it up."

They hadn't had the house to themselves in literal months and it was driving Mike insane. All the stolen glances and their secret kisses wasn't enough anymore.

They were teenagers; they couldn't keep up the nonchalant act for so long.

How he wished his sister would just fuck off like the rest of his family.

Just for tonight.

Please.

"Mike, I'm going out!" Nancy shouted from the bottom of the stairs, "there's food in the fridge; please don't burn the house down whilst I'm gone!"

And true to her word, the front door could be heard being shut behind her only a few seconds later.

...

Maybe God really does exist after all.

They looked at each other for a breathless second before their lips were crashing together again, vigorously, and carelessly.

They were still up against the wall; not having changed positions since Will had come into his room and Mike was making the most of it, pressing him right up against it.

They were both panting heavily between kisses. Little moans and whines escaping both of their mouths as the kissing escalated – tongues intertwining and teeth pulling at raw skin.

But Mike wanted to hear just how loud Will could get, knowing he'd done so before on previous occasions and needing to hear it, once again.

Now that they'd been granted this freedom (that was a gloriously empty house), he wanted Will screaming his name.

With that in mind, he lifted Will by his thighs and Will – quickly getting with the memo – wrapped his legs around his hips.

The slight change in position caused them to close any gap that might've stood between their bodies and Will gave a little mewl at that.

The desperation from a few minutes ago was starting to come back full force and it was obvious with the way Mike's hands slipped underneath Will's shirt and Will's, in turn, gripped at those lose curls like they were the soul reason he was even alive in the first place.

Mike's hands travelled up. Caressing his skin from lower belly, to then circling his belly button; crawling further upwards and feeling the bumps of his barely there abs as they flexed at his touch; up to his chest where he grazed both of his nipples, causing Will to let out a surprised moan; up to the skin that covered the prettiest collarbones Mike had ever seen, always leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

At this point, Mike had been so enraptured by Will's skin that he'd stopped kissing him. He couldn't help but note how soft Will's skin was. Because although this was, by no means, the first time he'd caressed it, it was the first time in a long time he could take his time to explore every little plain of skin; to note which parts caused Will's breath to hitch or stutter; to memorise what little things caused his boyfriend to fall apart.