byler SMUT i found on ao3 | 2

[ iii ] between your thighs

CREATOR : dannFTwheeler

WARNINGS : underage

RATING : explicit

WORD COUNT : 2548

The smell of delicious food made by Joyce and Jonathan enveloped the Byers' home; lasagna, fruit salad, chicken bathed with orange sauce and mashed potatoes were set on the table as were all the dishes for each member of the family . . . with two extras.

Nancy and Mike Wheeler, both part of the conviviality of every day. Nancy and Jonathan spent time together whenever possible, and Will and Mike were inseparable most of the time.

At a dinner celebrating the older brother's promotion, they had allowed themselves to buy a little extra food because it was a special occasion. They kept Mike away from the kitchen since the last time he tried to cook something with Will, they even burned spatulas by mistake.

Now the duo were seated across from each other thanks to Will's strange insistence, one that Mike didn't understand until the food was served.

As he tasted the mashed potatoes in the midst of a conversation about the school's newspaper his sister was running, Mike could feel a touch venturing between his thighs, caressing dangerously close to his crotch. Almost instantly he pinned his gaze on the other boy, silently questioning it.

"Just enjoy," Will blurted out, looking at him until his eyes went to his sister-in-law as if his words were directed at her, "I'm pretty sure you do a good job with the newspaper. I read it every week."

"That's pretty sweet," Nancy thanked.

The boy gave a warm smile to the girl, but a slow rub against the blackhaired's crotch, making him close his eyes for a few seconds because the friction had been delicious.

Oh, now he understands.

Even with some trepidation, he parted his legs to give him free access, feeling his boyfriend's foot rubbing in a rhythm that made him crave more. They exchanged glances as they ate, and Will admired how Mike's face showed off the burning in his cheeks. He could see him frown slightly with satisfaction every time he made the right move.

Mike clenched his fork, unable to concentrate on anything but that lump being stimulated. He was so immersed in the sensation that he didn't hear Joyce speak to him until Nancy tapped his shoulder in confusion.

"Mike?"

He looked at the others at the table, trying to figure out what the heck had been going on the last few minutes.

". . . yes?"

"Are you all right?" Joyce asked with a worried expression on her face.

"U-uhm, yeah, w-why?"

His voice faltered the instant Will's movements didn't stop, but increased, causing the black-haired boy to close his legs to restrain him.

"You look like you have a fever and you haven't eaten that much, don't you like it? I can cook something else for you if you-"

"No, no" interrupted the eldest Wheeler, "It's not necessary, I know Mike loves lasagna, don't you, Mike?"

"Yeah, I-" he blurted out in a gasp, earning a rare look from his sister, "all taste . . . great."

"You like it?" Will asked, giving him a smile that made him wince. Mike nodded repeatedly, biting his lower lip hard on a moan that threatened to come out. "Want to try some more when you're done?"

"Mhm . . , yes, please."

That seemed to end the conversation between the two of them, but the look on Will's face gave the most satisfying compliments Mike really wanted to hear.