byler SMUT i found on ao3 | 2

[ ix ] in the midnight hour she cried; more, more, more

CREATOR : thelocalhomo

WARNINGS : creator chose not to use archive warnings

RATING : not rated

WORD COUNT : 2947

Mike never really worked out.

He was too tall, too lanky for all that. It just wasn't his thing.

But he did have muscle, he used to cycle an effective amount as a child, and, although he was pretty sure Will only knew about this, he used to do karate.

Mike hated going to karate. It wasn't necessarily because he was bad at it, he was actually pretty good at it, he just hated everyone there.

They were all so picky, judgmental. Mike hated it. He felt eyes on him at all times, coaches, children, everyone.

He struggled to focus on actually doing karate at the worry someone was watching his every move and that if he mucked up, everyone would point and laugh.

It wasn't much different at school.

He never really expected much of his friends to enjoy sports either, well, he wasn't necessarily surprised when Lucas joined basketball.

But he was surprised when he arrived in California, expecting a short, skinny boy waiting for him at the airport.

Boy was he wrong.

Will was much taller, very tanned as well, and the most surprising part was how much muscle he gained. Mike remembered Will as a small boy, thin and drowning in his big brothers hand me downs.

But Mike wasn't necessarily complaining.

Yes, it was a big change, but it was a change fitting for Will, not to mention how at the right time, right movement, his muscles could flex so perfectly it made Mike's mind spin.

So yeah, Mike certainly wasn't complaining.

Two years had passed since Mike had visited the Byers in California, the results of his visits was good, but bad.

Fights had erupted between Mike and Will, ever since there had been something strange between them, but of course that didn't stop them from becoming attached to the hip.

The Byers had agreed to move back into Hawkins, and they had finally brought an end to the Upside-Down.

Currently, it was winter, and Hawkins took it harshly, freezing temperatures and snow everywhere.

Mike didn't mind it, he enjoyed the blistering cold feeling in his hands, something about it was addictive.

He also liked the white, the empty streets because everyone was inside.

Will was the opposite of winter, Will was soft, warm, he was yellow, loved by everyone because who couldn't enjoy something so fun. Will was summer.

Mike smiled softly as he glided his hand across a bush covered in snow. He was undeniably freezing, he always underdressed in the weather's like these, but Mike couldn't find it in himself to care.

Hopefully Will was home, he had been meaning to hang out with the boy, it had been a while since they were alone.

He stuffed his hands in his pockets as he looked around, humming a song in his head. It was empty, as usual. There was gaps on the roads were few cars had driven, leaving an icy sludge around each gap.

Everything was white, and frosty, the crunch in each step of the snowy pavement sounding therapeutic.

A Robin had flew past him a couple times, it seemed to have been following him, it's chirps being heard in each corner.