Byler Oneshots☽❣︎☀︎︎

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"You guys always do this," Lucas complained annoyedly. "You all get drunk and leave me to be the designated driver," he says.

"You're are always the designated driver so I don't understand where all this complaining is coming from," Dustin interjected.

Lucas threw him an unamused look. "The hangover I wake up with is gonna be the death of me," Will complained, mentally preparing himself.

It was almost 2 in the morning as they were leaving an off campus party. They finally arrived to where Lucas had parked the car after it felt like they were walking for ages.

He pulled the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the car. "Okay, so whose sitting on who."

Will's eyes widened at his words. "Suzy will sit on me and Will is gonna sit on Mike," Dustin stated.

Will had by now completely sobered up. He wanted to protest and ask why he had to be one to do it.

But he knew it would draw some suspicion to the secret crush he's had on him for years. He also knew he it would've gotten jealous if it had been anyone else sitting on his lap.

Unfortunately, Will had no choice but to ride this one out.

Without a single complaint, Will got into the car, just like everyone else and sat in Mike's lap.

"Is this okay?" he asked, squirming on top of him trying to get comfortable. Mike didn't say a word.

Instead, he snaked an arm around Will's waist and pulled him back further. Will felt his entire body grow hot.

"Better?" Mike muttered. Will shook his head in agreement, his cheeks shuddered into a light shade of pink.

The car ride was silent. The faint sound of the radio playing distinctively.

Will is dazed out, staring at the window. He hears Mike let out a shaky sigh, but he doesn't question it.

He'd probably be uncomfortable too, if he was in Mike's position. But at the same time, he wouldn't, because it's Mike.

They approach a large bump in the road, causing Will to squirm around in Mike's lap to adjust himself.

He places his hand on Mike's knee for support as he shifts his body slightly. Will hears a throaty groan come from behind him. It's low enough for only him to hear.

"Are you okay?" Will whispers. He's slightly concerned, he raises an eyebrow. "Yea, I'm good," Mike whispers back.

His voice is slightly strained, as if something is bothering him, but Will brushes it off.

A few minutes have passed and they're not too far from arriving back on campus.

Will can feel something pressing directly under his ass. "It's Mike's phone"  Will thinks to himself.

El was sat next to them, she had dosed off right after Lucas had just started driving. "Can you move your phone," Will whispers. Mike stays quiet.

Will rolls his eyes. In attempt to find comfort in the position he was in, he blindly reaches behind him.

He reaches under himself, searching for the item responsible for his discomfort. His hand rubs against something long and it extends on Mike's thigh. "Fuck." Mike says lowly.

Will's mouth makes an "o" shape as he gasps. He realizes and takes his hand away almost immediately.

Mike lunges forward, aligning his mouth with Will's ear. "It's not my phone," he whispers. A series of chills cascade down Will's back.