We Mesh Perfectly [Will x Mike Byler ff]

•Chap. 1•

Tw; physical abuse, slight mentions of homophobia, blood, glass shattering etc throughout the whole book!!

| THIRD PERSON

Will's dad smashed glass onto the floor, it shattered to pieces. The sound echoed throughout the trailer they lived in. 'I SAID SHUT THE HELL UP' he would scream.
his mom would be gently holding them, whilst sobbing. 'Lonny i should be the angry one.. you cheated on me' her tone was angry and cold.

"Will?"
"Will!"

A touch on his shoulder shook Will out of his past. He shuddered at his memories.
Will looked up to see who's voice it was. Oh. Is was him.
"You okay? 'Zoned out on me there"
He pulled his hand off Wills shoulder but, god. Fuck. Jesus. It was too late. The warmth of Mike Wheelers hand was already in printed into his mind, the feeling lingered there.

"Yeah" Will said, giving a nod. Jesus, Mike's voice was pretty. God, Mike's low, raspy voice. He could listen to it forever and never get tired of hearing it, even if he said the same exact words. But oh. What if Mike said how he loved Will. And how he missed him, and wanted to kiss him.

"Too bad the others couldn't make it," Mike spoke, catching Will off guard. A flush came over Will's face.

Will nodded. He loved his friends, of course. Of course he loved them. But he still felt guilty for being glad it was just the two of them.
They always had sleepovers, and slept in the same bed, but it felt special every time.

They sat on the edge of Mike's bed, their knees bumped against each others every so often. And every time Will prayed for their calves to rub against one another's, just once more. He prayed to let him feel the line of Mike's shorts just once more, and his knobbly knees just again, his prickly hair one last time.

"M' mom would say its too dark to be out..." Mike hummed, closing his eyes and pointing his head towards the ceiling.
Will loved when Mike closed his eyes, he could stare and admire him without counting the seconds before he had to look away. He could look at him and smile, and blush and stare.

Mike kicked his feet against the side of his bed. Will stared at his jawline. God his perfect jawline. He wanted to hold Mike and for Mike to hold him, to bury his head into Mikes chest, for Mike to rest his chin on Wills Head.

Will mentally scolded himself for not looking just once. For not forcing himself to look away.

"Maybe we can- uh- add additions to our characters?" Will spoke, trying to give his friend ideas.
"If- if you'd like" he quickly added after a second.

Mike hummed. God his hum. It was deep and quiet. He could never get enough of Mike's voice and his hums, his "oo's" and "awe's".

"Thats a good idea, but im out of ideas for all of them!" Mike whined, kicking his feet a bit more, like a child.
Will smiled to himself, he watched Mike act like a kid, it made him feel warm. It made him feel at home. He loved seeing other sides of Mike. He loved being able to see it all. Everything about Mike.

"Same here" Will admitted, pursing his lips a bit to think.

They sat in silence for a while. Will listened to the breathing of Mike. He listened to the soft way he exhaled. He listened to the quiet thuds of Mikes feet on his bed frame.

He heard Mike lean back a bit, placing his hands on the bad. Will turned his head to look at him. He told himself, he promised just one short look.
Mikes arms were pressed behind him, supporting him as he leaned back onto his bed a bit. His arms, fuck, his arms. He wore short sleeves, and oh no. Will could see his hair, and-
One look. Will, one look. He told himself. But oh no. He didn't want to take his eyes off of Mike's arm, and his jawline. And boy. Boy. He looked at his hair. He had to restrain from ruffling his hair. And-

"Boys!!" Will shot up, his cheeks burned. He instantly jolted his head away from Mike's direction. His heart was racing and his breath shortened. He couldn't breathe properly, and almost made a choking sounds in his throat.

"Dinner! Come to the table please!!" Karen yelled, the boys heard plates being placed.

Will saw Mike shrug, "C'mon" Mike said, walking towards his door.

Will nodded, "Yeah"

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"Willlll" Mike whined, floppily swatting Will.
"Hm? Yeah?" Will hummed. He felt the touch of Mike's hand on his forearm, and god he wished Mike would squeeze his arm. And he wished Mike would never take his hands off his arm, he wished he'd leave his hand there a bit longer. Because jesus he loved when Mike touched him, his skin was warm and soft.
" 'M tired" he said, his voice softer.
Will looked over at him, his eyelids were half closed. His lips were slightly parted. And oh, what if he could kiss Mike? What if he could kiss his eyebrows and the space in between? What if he could kiss all his freckles? All of them. Without fail, all of his freckles. And he would draw circles and shapes on Mike's arms and face, and they would lay and kiss and just kiss.

Will licked his lips. "Alright, le's go to bed" he replied softly, and quietly turned off Mike's light.

"C'mere take this pillow" Mike said, gently throwing a pillow to will, and ordering him to come lay beside him.
Will laid down beside him, they were so close. He could practically hear Mike's heartbeat. Their ankles brushed together. Mike nuggied Will's head and let out a breathy laugh.
"G'night" he would say, basically into Wills war. Will felt his warm breath as he spoke, even when he stopped speaking he could still feel his breath. And jesus, he didn't want Mike to turn around, he wanted to continue to feel his hot breath in his ears. Because god, Mike wouldn't know. And he couldn't see. He couldn't see Will's flushed face, or his gentle smile every time he breathed more. Or the way he looked at him. Or his small smile every time their calves hit against each others.

"Night" he said quietly,only  once he knew Mike was asleep, as he ever so slightly leaned into Mike's touch, his cuddly, sleepy self.