If this was how he was destined to go out, Mike figures there are worse ways to go than being killed by a kiss.
He hadn’t exactly meant to suggest that Will practice kissing on him. It just sort of came out, because Mike was very good at causing problems for himself.
Because he had only just really come to terms with the fact that he likes Will – in that sappy, romantic way that had he tried to love El – within the past few days when they were sitting in his room that Friday. It had maybe been a few weeks since the bomb had been dropped on Mike that actually, this wasn’t how most guys felt about their best guy friends. It had taken him an embarrassingly long time to realize, given how long he’d felt this way, but after that big “oh” moment (Mike had been studying with Will in the library, and he was bored with his textbook so he was watching Will, and a few strands of hair had fallen in his face, and Mike felt that familiar ache in his gut and the desire to bury his fingers in Will’s hair, and– holy shit) Mike had been determined not to let his feelings be known. There was no way that wouldn’t end badly.
But Mike had also never been very skilled in the area of self-control. He was, at his core, an impulsive person. So when someway, somehow, the topic of dating had come up and Will was saying he’d never kissed anyone, wasn’t even really sure how, Mike’s mouth moved faster than his brain.
“You could practice.” mike said
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