Flower Boy

Chapter Seven

Will was sitting on the couch, curled up in a blanket, and picking the butteriest pieces of popcorn out of the bowl. Mike had turned on some random horror movie, which Will was assuming was a zombie one. Mike was on the other side of the couch with Bagel curled up in his lap. Mike stroked Bagel's spine back and forth, her tail wagging slightly. Will's eyes were glued to the screen as gore and blood was torn and splattered everywhere. Will tried his hardest not to scream and knock the bowl over, but as the movie went on it got more and more scary.

Will felt his heart race as he watched zombies sink their gross teeth into peoples arms. Mike noticed, seeing Will tense up. 

"Hey, do you wanna watch something else?" Mike asked, looking over at Will's shaky body. Will nodded quickly, pulling the blanket up to his chin as he chewed on the popcorn in his hands. Mike smiled lightly and grabbed the TV remote, scrolling through Netflix until he found a movie Will might like. 

"Want to watch Minions?" He asked jokingly, laughing. Will laughed with him and nodded. Mike turned it on, slouching into the couch. Will sat there and giggled once in a while, his body softening and moving carefully. Will stretched his feet out, resting them on Mike's leg. The two looked at each other with a smile and looked back to the screen. Mike's hand came down on Will's leg, rubbing up and down softly. He didn't mind, still picking out popcorn pieces. As soon as the movie was over, Mike got up, grabbed Will's hand and drug him into his room. Will sat on Mike's bed, his blanket still wrapped around him. 

"Alright, get comfy." Mike said, flopping onto the right side of the bed, the left where Will sat. Will nodded and shimmied under the few blankets, curling his head into the pillow. Mike got under the covers as well, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling for a moment. Will turned over so he could face Mike, watching him carefully. His head turned towards Will, gazing into his hazel eyes. Will smiled lightly, a light shade of pink coating his cheeks. Mike reached his hand up to cup Will's face, gently stroking his cheek with his thumb. Will felt himself melt like butter into Mike's palms, closing his eyes and leaning against it. 

"Good night, Will." Mike said smoothly, his hand not leaving Will's smooth and soft cheeks. Will mumbled good night into Mike's hand before slowly drifting off into sweet slumber. Mike watched him for a moment, finding it hard to fall asleep with such a beautiful boy in front of him. Mike looked at Will's face. Long lashes, soft jawline, puckered lips, cute button nose. 

Mike could hear himself cussing in his head, yet he couldn't stop. His heart ached, his stomach filling with butterflies. Mike glanced down to Will's parted lips, and swallowed thickly. He leaned a bit closer, his brain practically pulling at him as his heart leaned towards Will. Their lips touched, making Mike's ears and cheeks flush red. He felt his whole body getting hot as he stared down at Will's lips. 

Fuck it. 

Mike pushed forward gently, closing his lips around Will's. Mike might as well have exploded from how many butterflies were in his stomach. He pulled back almost immediately, trying to catch his breath as quick as possible. Mike felt now a sickening feeling in his stomach. 

Fuck, what did I do? What if he was awake? Did he look? What if, what if...

Mike scrambled out of his bed, yanking his hand away from under Will's cheek and rushing to the bathroom. He shut the door as quickly and quietly as possible, locking it and sitting down on the edge of the bathtub. Mike's heart raced as he covered his mouth, trying to quiet down his breathing. His stomach was full of butterflies, his cheeks burning. Mike looked at himself in the mirror, messy hair, red cheeks, trembling lips. He covered his face with his hand, pulling down as if he was trying to rip his face off. He felt like as if he was going to vomit. Almost immediately, his body cringed, folding over the toilet seat and spilling his guts. It had a sour smell and taste to it, making him gag, more stomach contains spilling out. He felt his body go sort of limp, even though his arms were shaking. He didn't move from his spot, draped over the toilet as the compact stuck to the back of his throat. 

Not even a minute after, Will came rushing into the bathroom, kneeling down to pull Mike's long hair up out of the way. Mike almost cried as he threw up. He was so stupid. He hated throwing up. Will was rubbing his back, not even covering his nose or eyes. Will didn't leave his side for a minute, only to go get a small plate of crackers and a glass of water. Mike sat, kneeled by the toilet, trying to empty all the butterflies out of his stomach. Will stroked his hair as he pulled it back, rubbing his back and feeding him crackers slowly. Mike's breath finally slowed down, enough to not have his grip on the toilet seat be so tight. 

"Did you eat something weird at all today?" Will asked softly, twirling Mike's hair around his fingers. Mike clenched his eyes shut and shook his head, letting out an exhale and grabbing the glass beside him, taking sips slowly. 

"Do you want a hug?" Mike nodded. Will draped his arms over Mike's limp body, pulling Mike into his chest. Mike immediately hugged back, wiping his mouth with a piece of toilet paper and slouching against Will's body. Will rubbed his back up and down slowly, reaching a hand up to stroke the back of Mike's head. Mike felt himself melt once more, taking a deep breath before saying:

"Thank you. Thank you, Will."

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