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Chapter 2

"We should get up now," Mike murmured, his fingertips caressing Will's side.

Mike smiles to himself as Will pushes back against him, their pajama pants brushing against each other.

Mike enjoys times like these when it's just the two of them in a cozy, content bubble.

It's early in the morning, perhaps about 6 a.m., and it's still dark outside, but Mike can see the first rays of light filtering through Mike's curtains.

Normally, they wouldn't get up this early, but El comes home with Mike, much to Mike's disappointment. Maybe that's a bad thing to say, given that she's his girlfriend.

But he doesn't want her to be his girlfriend. He wants Will, always has, always will.

Maybe that's another fucked up thing to say considering he has a girlfriend.

Hopefully, he won't have to worry about that after tonight. He's finally going to split up with El after years of being in a loveless relationship.

Maybe that's the wrong thing to do, given El's desperate love for him. But another part of his brain is telling him that it's okay, that it's a positive thing because it means he'll get to be with Will.

He's curious how she'll react. Will she be understanding and accepting of it? Will is very important to her, maybe not more important than Mike, but her love for Will is still very strong.

Or maybe she'd be pissed, she might start throwing things at him, he's seen her angry and upset, she is not a force to be reckoned with. But Mike can take it, he'll take all the blows and insults, as long as he has Will.

He can't wait to have Will, to be Will's.

Speaking of Will.

The pretty boy laying in front of him kicks his feet out, hitting Mike right in the knee.

"Sorry." He whispers right afterward, a yawn falling from his lips right afterward.

"Good day, my love," Mike murmurs near Will's ear before planting a kiss behind Will's ear. Mike watches Will's cheeks raise into a smile as he continues a couple more kisses along the base of his neck.

"Mike," Will giggles sleepily, and Mike would do everything to hear that sound for the rest of his life. "Stop, it tickles." He wiggles away from Mike, who quickly puts his arms around Will.

Will's dragged back into Mike, his back against his chest and his head tucked underneath his chin. Their legs tangled together and Mike has never felt so free in his life.

Mike smiles when he feels Will settle on top of his, pressing his head back underneath Mike's neck.

"How do you feel?" Mike asked, snuggling closer, maybe if he presses closer they could morph together.

"Mmm." Will mumbles, slightly moving his legs. "A little sore," Will replies, tipping his head back to gaze at Mike, gently pursing his lips, and smiling against Mike's lips as he leans in to kiss him. "I'll be fine for dinner, though." He murmurs against Mike's lips when they pull away.

"Dinner." Mike lets out a deep sigh when they're apart.

"Hm?" Will questions, untangling himself from Mike's arms before flipping over so he can look at Mike. "You don't want to go to dinner?"

Will reaches up to push some hair away from Mike's eye. Will's eyes have always been so beautiful, predominantly green when he was younger, now merged into this stunning green-brown shade, Mike could stare into them forever.

He could stare at Will forever.

Mike's gaze falls to Will's lips. Lips he's kissed several times, lips that have been wrapped around him, gorgeous, plump, peach lips.