Byler One-Shots

Christmas Eve

Credits to: stickyapplepie
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Bottom Mike
Top Will
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Trans Mike AU
Long Smut
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There is something so domestic about how Will is leaning against Mike's chest, Mike's arms wrapped around Will's waist, the two of them curled up on the couch, the smell of cookies baking in the oven and the Christmas movie playing in the background.

There's still flour in Will's hair, making Mike's nose itch every time he breathes in, but he couldn't care less right now. It's been a while since they've been able to relax like this. With both of their college work piling up, and Will getting more and more art commissions throughout the winter, both of them have been horribly tired and mostly aggressive towards each other out of frustration and stress.

But today, Christmas Eve, where the two of them have been able to do nothing has calmed the attitude between them. Baking cookies, their friends visiting, watching movies, going down to their favourite coffee shop in the heavy snow... Mike has loved all of it. Needed it, more like. He hasn't needed this kind of break for so long.

Will hums lightly and shifts his body, looking up at Mike and smiling. Mike raises an eyebrow, lips tugging up as he leans forwards to gently kiss Will's soft, pink lips. Fingers curl into Mike's sweater slightly as Will's hands hold into Mike's waist. It isn't as despite or as long as their kisses usually are, but it's so much better. As much as Mike loves it, the need when they're both horny and wanting sex and sex only, he loves this more. The soft and domestic feeling of just having his lips pressed against Will's, very little movement, being able to smell the batter still on Will's face.

The kiss only ends when the timer on the oven pings and Will jumps back, a sheepish grin forming on his face as he whispers, "sorry."

Mike presses his lips into a pout. "If the cookies burn, I'm breaking up with you. Go get them."

Will rolls his eyes and dips down for another short kiss before he climbs off of the couch, his own sweater barely covering the top of his thighs. God, Mike loves turning the heating up too high, being able to stare at Will's marked, pale thighs as he walks around shamelessly in his boxers.

He leans over the couch, watching as Will bends over and pulls the hot tray and Jesus, Mike wants to be between Will's thighs right now. Even better, sitting in Will's lap and riding him while feeding him those cookies. That would be fun and hot and Mike can feel himself getting wet. Sure, he's been kind of horny all day, but at least he's been able to ignore it and focus on everything else. But now, staring at Will's ass as he shifts from foot to foot in a small dance while transferring the cookies to a plate, Mike can't help but think about licking up the curved dick between Will's legs.

Yeah, Mike just wants Will right now. Needs to comfort of their skin pressed together and Will treating Mike so good as he fucks him into the mattress. The way Will holds Mike's hands and face when they have sex makes his insides twist with excitement, makes Mike push his thighs together desperately as he stands up weakly and walks over to Will.

He wraps his arms around Will's waist, hooking his chin over Will's shoulder and watching his pretty boyfriend eating what they baked. Will only responds by breaking the cookie in his hand in half, holding some of it up to Mike's face and keeping it there as Mike bites it, not caring how hot they are from just having come out of the oven.

"Wha's up?" Will asks through his mouthful.

"Bedroom," Mike hums, hands sneaking forwards to cup Will through his sweater and boxers. Will gasps and presses his hips into Mike's hand. "Bedroom, please. I want you so badly."