byler SMUT i found on ao3 | 2

[ v ] i'm really glad you forgot your pajamas, will

CREATOR : anonymous

WARNINGS : creator chose not to use archive warnings

RATING : explicit

WORD COUNT :  3894

mike wheeler has learned a not of new things recently. he learned he couldn't tell his girlfriend he loved her, and he finally admitted to himself the reason why, and he learned that inviting that reason to share a bed with him all intimate and in close quarters during the end of the world was one of his worst ideas yet. will kept borrowing mikes clothes (!!!) and frequently disregarding a pajama top whatsoever (despite mikes insistence) to make his mom less laundry and help him from getting too hot. 

mike secretly thinks his mom is out to destroy him. because being inches away, face to face, with a shirtless will byers is enough to make anyone explode. and when he rolls over, back facing mike with the covers kicked off, and mike sees the overwhelming curve of his ass and can't stop staring and imagining sliding up behind him, wrapping his arms around his defined, bare chest until he has to do multiplication tables in his head to calm down. another large disadvantage to sleeping with your half-naked-recently-developed-muscles-and-a-tan-moviestar-looking-best-friend who you happen to also be in love with?

mike has NO free time to himself to.. well rid of some of his extremely pent up sexual frustration. i mean first of all seeing all of will's changes and knowing why his heart sped up in california was torture, but when they sat right next to each other in the van for hours on end, that was enough to make mike play a game with himself called "how long can you look at will byers without starting to make your pants feel uncomfortable?" and then they were stopping at motels and sleeping a foot away from each other and mike has always disliked jerking off in the shower.

the water does not work like lube no matter how many times he tries to convince himself and water gets in his eyes and he's not all that well balanced of a person in the first place. but this. will sleeping in HIS bed?? will wearing his clothes and turning to face him and having those lips and those eyes and that BODY?? mike seriously thinks he's horny enough to consider the wild plan that just popped in his mind (he's been having a lot of things popping in his mind lately. and then he pops something himself in his pants and has to pull his knees to his chest until will looks at him funny). 

however, will usually takes about 20 minute showers, mike has actually timed him, multiple times just to see if his hypothesis would hold up. mike thinks it has something to do with the trauma of the upside down never leaving him feeling clean. but the thing is, mike could definitely get off in twenty minutes and have plenty of time to spare to clean everything up and look nonchalant (and maybe even do it one more time before the whole clean up thing, he was a teenage boy after all. he can't remember the last time he went this long without masturbating.) he felt himself slowly stiffening just at the idea and decided this would be perfect, then he could sleep without the flurry of dreams and not worry about the morning wood that he has to will down.

every morning. mike pulls his plaid pajama pants down to his hips and whips his shirt off, wasting no time in spitting into his hand and pulsing himself hard. and this time, he didn't even try to fight thinking of will. and the thing is, if he wasn't imagining will's own hand pumping him, the way his tan muscles would flex in the efforts of pleasing mike, and how he could dip his head down and let out that gorgeous tongue... maybe he would've heard the tell tale sign of footsteps coming down the hallway to his room. but as it were, mike was dripping with precum at an almost alarming rate, and his whole body was racked with want, letting himself picture will like this made every touch feel amplified. and he was feeling so, so good, he was already thinking he'd have time for another quick cum before will returned.