Byler One-Shots

(I want to) hold you close

Credits to: Sherlyisinthetardis

This contains:
!Bottom Mike Wheeler
!Top Will Byers
I can't physically face any more bottom Will fics, Mike wheeler just cant top ANYONE and you cannot convince me.

It was getting late. It was too dark for Mike to ride home safely now and both Jonathan and Joyce were working night shifts so there was nobody to drive him back across town. Oh well. It's not like he was actually complaining really. Ever since Will had confessed his feelings for Mike, the two boys had become even more inseparable (if that was even possible). Mike hated to compare the two, it made him feel guilty somehow, but something about Will was so much more thrilling than Eleven.

Eleven was soft, and sweet and delicate; something golden and honey-like to be enjoyed in small amounts. A light spring breeze or new blooms of daisies in May. Which was nice and, yes, he had been lucky. Yet Will managed to be all that and more. Will was a crack of sun in the cool of September, the late fall of snow in March. He was sweet and sour and spicy and mild, thunder and lightning but a warm April shower all at the same time and it drove Mike crazy.

So no. No, Mike wasn't complaining.

And it wasn't like Mike didn't practically live there anyways. He'd had a drawer full of his clothes and a second toothbrush at the Byers since he was about 9 - which is ironic because, despite this, Mike couldn't remember a single sleepover where he hadn't been wearing Will's pyjamas. He'd always loved wearing Will's things, for some reason it made him feel important, like Will had chosen him or something.

Mike sighed, sliding off the bed where Will was currently reading a faded copy of a Spider-man comic which he had found in the secondhand section at the comic store across town that they so often frequented. He made his way over to the chest of drawers, leafing through the neatly folded piles until he found a pair of blue plaid pyjama bottoms and a plain grey t-shirt.

"Can I wear these?" he spoke with a slight crack, his voice having been unused for the last few hours.

Will barely looked up as he replied, still focused on the orangey red pages.

"Sure, I mean. You don't really have to ask, just take whatever"

Mike nodded in thanks which he then realised was probably somewhat pointless considering Will wasn't really paying attention, and began to unfold the t-shirt, letting out a small laugh (which upon reflection seemed more like a humour filled expulsion of air than a proper laugh) causing Will to put down his comic and mutter a "What?".

"Nothing it's just... I'm gonna drown in your big ass shirts. I remember when you used to be smaller than me, it just seems kinda long ago now"

Will smirked, "Well, I happen to think you look cute in my big ass shirts"

"Yeah, no, I'm definitely cute. The cutest. It was just an observation..." Mike said, his forehead scrunching under the weight of his fake earnestness.

"Is that so?" Will teased, throwing the comic book down next to the bed and spinning himself around so he was perched on the end closest to Mike.

"Mmmhmm and i'm pretty hot too actually." Mike continued, feeling a lot less confident in his sarcasm than he was a few seconds before now that Will was giving him his full attention.