byler SMUT i found on ao3 | 2

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CREATOR : love_byler

WARNINGS : underage

RATING : explicit

WORD COUNT : 5627

Mike's hand rests upon Will's shoulder. He wanted Will to know that he was there for him, no need to feel nervous on what to say. Speak your heart out, he thought. Waiting for the anxious boy to answer. Will was sitting on top of his bed. His hands were cold, his face was flushed with rosey colors. Mike thought he looked cute today. He smelt good, too. It might've been the aroma Mike bought him a while ago.

"Will, you can tell what's wrong." Mike was filled in with concern. He waited, quietly. Not wanting to ruin the chance, even for a delicate whisper out of Will's mouth. A delicate whisper... from his lips. Somehow, they never got chapped. They were always smooth. Mike always wondered what it'd be like to kiss him. Maybe this could be the chance to.

"I..." Will's sentence is cut off by his own thoughts. His throat feels sore and his body suddenly feels heavy. He's getting nervous. He wants to tell Mike the truth. It was a perfect time and day to. No one in the house to bother, they just watched a great movie together, and they kept smiling at each other like dorks all day. It'd be perfect. This was the exact day Will wanted to confess. Well, not exactly. Maybe if they actually went to the movies, romantically. Together. Maybe... Mike's arm wraps around Will's neck. They share popcorn together. They make eye contact for a couple minutes.

If only that's how easy it was. But Will wasn't gonna give in. He will take this chance, considering the fact that he knew someone in his class was planning on asking Mike out to some stupid dance. Will wasn't gonna let her, not today. His jealousy was- and has gotten- worse after he found out that a girl named Abby liked Mike. But, thankfully, Mike didn't know her well. But, who knows, if Will doesn't ask him now or soon, maybe he'll take that opportunity to accept Abby's request.

No, that's not happening! Will thought to himself, getting a bit displeased with himself. He looks up to Mike's eyes, but he ends up look everywhere at Mike's face. His freckles softly covering over skin, his lips slightly parted, his hair, still long, but curly. It all seemed to much. And a rush filled up inside Will as he shakes his shoulders to alert Mike's hands away.

He said it.

"I love you." And he fucking failed. He had a whole story to tell. Starting with Will developing feelings and realizing Mike was perfect. But he fucked up and just said what he only dreamed of. He covers his mouth once a minute passes. It's dead silent. Will thinks that Mike's gonna call him out, saying something hurtful to him. Idiot! But, nothing. Just a small grin breaks free from Mike's face. Will waits for Mike to say something back.

Mike settles next to Will, on his bed.

"I think..." No, I know... "I love you too." Mike whispers, carefully looking to Will's facial features. It was easy to tell which emotions Will was gonna express. His eyebrows could easily mimic any expression.

Will looked with shock in his face. His eyebrows lifted up.

"What- You do?" Disbelief flies into Will's head. Maybe it's a joke. But it feels great to hear the words, yet it also feels so rushed actually hearing Mike saying it.

"Yeah. I... I do." Mike nods his head along. He wants to place his hand on Will's cheek. The softness of his skin must feel grand. All of his skin. His thighs, neck, stomach, chest- And suddenly, Mike's stupid head thinks. He thinks about a future ahead. Maybe they live in a cabin, with a lake. With two dogs, or one. Or maybe even a cat. And they have kids, well, depending if Will wanted any of this anyway.