Byler | Smut Oneshots = part2

What i really, really want.

Credits to: NeptuneIsWriting
On: archive of our own

"...The number one song in the country right now, this is Wannabe by The Spice Girls..."

A lazy afternoon in the cool Seattle spring. The radio playing from the boombox in the kitchen. Mike whistling to himself as he washes the dishes.

Will rounds the threshold and leans in the doorway, watching Mike for a moment. Art block has a hold of his arse today, and he really needs some inspiration.

"Almost done?" Will calls, moving slowly and rhythmically toward Mike.

"Who's asking?" Mike teases, placing a bowl in the drying tray.

"Me." Will volleys, reaching his hands to run light touches along Mike's side. "I'm asking."

"Isn't someone supposed to be drawing?" Mike jokingly protests, leaning into Will's light touch.

"Someone needs a little something... else." Will flirts, moving in closer.

Will traces his teasing hands from Mike's shoulder, down the curve of his spine, to the small of his back, and to the waistband of his jeans.

Mike steadies himself against the sink, his wet pink gloves dripping soap suds onto the lino floor.

"So... I'll ask again, are you..." Will moves to stand close behind Mike, his hands moving around to rest on the front button of Mike's jeans. "almost... done..."

A whine escapes Mike's lips, as Will presses his hips against Mike's, showing Mike just how ready he is.

Will traces his other hand up Mike's side, and into the soft curls of Mike's hair, exposing his neck to Will's soft kisses.

Another whine as Mike clumsily pulls off the dish gloves and they fall into the water, a problem for later. Much later if Will has his way.

Mike clutches onto Will's hand, as it rests on the front button of his jeans, urging Will to undo that button, or shove his hand down Mike's jeans.

But Mike should know by now that Will likes to take his time.

"Impatient as usual?" Will speaks into the crook of Mike's neck, laying teasing kisses.

A whine is Mike's response. This time pushing back against Will's hips.

"Nuh uh." Will replies, moving his hand from Mike's pants to the side of Mike's hip, holding him in place. "I don't think so, Michael."

In a quick movement, Will spins Mike around, both hands now on Mike's hips, looking deep into his urgent eyes.

"Trying to rush me." Will accuses, his tone deep, as he rubs his nose against Mike's. "You should know better, Michael."

Mike tries to lift his lips slowly, yearning for a taste of Will.

Will pulls back a little, watching Mike's eagerness with devious joy.

Mike's eyes are closed, lips slightly parted, trying as he might to be taken as only Will takes him.

"Come on." Will places a finger inside the waistband of Mike's jeans, leading him to their bedroom.