High off you - Byler

Chapter l

Wills POV:

God, I wish I understood why his lips touching the cigarette was always so hot to my dumb, high, blasted out of my mind, self. But whenever his lips parted and you could see his beautiful straight, white, teeth and when his lips gently touched the cigarette, I want him.

Mike fucking Wheeler. I want him.

"Hellloooo..." Mike drags snapping me out of my thoughts. "Hiiii.." I say smirking back. I mean only because he's smirking obviously. I'm not the flirty type. Okay maybe I am when I'm high. But that doesn't matter.

"What where ya' thinkin' Byers." Mike says with his deep dragging, most definitely plastered voice. Mike chuckles leaning his head back against the wall, cigarette in hand.

"You." Oh my god. Did I just say that? Holy shit, am I out of my mind? Sometimes when I'm high things slip out really easy. I even smirked, because shit am I high. I am higher then fucking Jesus right now. The whole world is spinning.

"Really huh?" Mike says parting his lips, gently placing the cigarette between them. God what I'd kill to kiss those lips. "Yeah." God things just keep spilling. Mike smirks, "what type of thoughts? Better be good ones." He lifts his head a bit blowing smoke from his mouth. The smoke hits my face. But I don't cough, I breath it in.

"Yeah they're good ones." I say giggling. "Really? Better not be dirty. Though I know it's hard to resist this body and face." Mike laughs. I laugh along with him. We laugh so hard I fall onto his lap. I don't remember if that was intentional.

Mike leans over to look at my face. His beautiful dark brown curly hair falls over his face. The way his beautiful black painted fingers curl around the cigarette and the smoke I smell from his lips makes the mood hot. We're very flustered, and not just because we're high. But also because we're high off each other.

"God I wanna kiss you." Mike says putting the cigarette to his lips with his neatly painted fingernails. He said it so chill. So blunt. How was he so calm? Did he mean it? I don't know. We're plastered so it's hard to tell with Mike. "Do it then. Pussy." I say smirking. "Pussy? I eat pus-" I cut him off. "Ew!! Shut the fuck up. Your so gross." I giggle.

When Mikes high, he has a whole different side to himself. He's a lot dirtier, he's definitely a lot more flirty, and he's also a lot more relaxed. It's like a different side of him I get to see, only me, and I fucking love it.

"You know what." Mike says lifting his head back against the wall. "What." I can't help but smirk, being high makes me smile and giggle a lot. "I would actually prefer dick over pussy." Mike says in a train of thought. "That's kinda gay." I say giggling turning my head towards him.

"Your kinda gay." He says lifting his cigarette to his lips. "Yeah? Gimme a whiff." I say raising a eyebrow. I sit up so we're face to face and I take his cigarette from his lips. I take a big huff and then blow all the smoke in his face. His face scrunches together from the smoke. "I'm not kinda gay, I am gay." I say smirking.

"God that was so fucking hot." Mike says smirking. He's looking me up and down and he keeps looking at my lips. "Really?" I whisper in his ear. "Stop." He says pushing me away. "Stop what?" I tilt my head to the side.

I guess I do get really flirty when I'm high.

"Stop doing this to me. Your making me wanna kiss you." Mike says taking his cigarette back and taking a big whiff. "Im not making you. Just stop being horny." I say giggling and raising and eyebrow. Mike was already pink from the weed, but he definitely turned every shade of red.

"I-I-im- I'm n-not horny!" Mike says nodding no aggressively. I laugh so hard I fall over. I am pretty much laughing tears. "S-stop laughing!" Mike says crossing his arm and putting his cigarette to his lips. "It's- so- funny." I say laughing between words.

"Okay I get it. You think your stupid joke is funny, now get up off the floor and lay with me because I feel clingy." Mike says taking the cigarette from his lips and blowing. He turns his head avoiding eye contact, I can tell he's blushing.

I lay my head down on his lap. He starts playing with my hair which I melt into his lap because it feels so comforting. "It's funny how we're lying on your bathroom floor, high out of our minds from smoking weed, it smells like smoke, and this is all because we decided to try Jonathan's weed for the first tim-" Mike says pulling on a strand of my hair which I couldn't help but moan. I cover my mouth in shock.

"Well, who's horny now." Mike giggles. "Stoppp." Humiliated I cover my face that's as red as a tomato. "I'm hungry." Mike says looking at the wall infront of us. "Well, there's snacks." I shrug. Mike looks down at me and smirks. I can tell there is a joke coming. "Hmm, like you?" Mike always finds a way to make me blush, good lord.

"No, I'm a special snack." I smirk playing a long with the joke. "Really?" Mike says bringing his cigarette to his smirking lips. "You have to earn me." I say standing up. "Wait why are you leaving?!" Mike grabs my wrist. "Your hungry right? "Oh yeah, right." I reach my hand out and lift him up from the floor. We laugh a bit because everything is funny at this point.

God, why does he always do this to me? Play with my heart.

Authors note
Mike acting like Richie fr. I hope you liked the first chapter! I am sorry it's bad but I really enjoyed writing this. Please leave a comment and please vote! Thanks <3