byler SMUT i found on ao3 | 2

[ xviii ] paint me naked

CREATOR : thisoursecret

WARNINGS : no archive warnings apply

RATING : explicit

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The sun was sinking low in the sky of a classical week day. Mike had just finished attending one of his class, walking now in a school section he never got to step foot in before. He past by the hallway, observing the outside world through the windows. An orange sunset and leaves in the trees guided by the soft wind gave this day a dreamy atmosphere. Part of Mike would've want to go outside, dragging his boyfriend along so they could have dinner as the luminous orb would vanish. The other part of Mike knew Will was too busy for this.

Being in the same college as his boyfriend was the best outcome he could've ever hoped for. Studying in domains they liked, Mike in literature, Will in art, they felt fulfilled and flourishing, though the workload weighting on them was keeping them from enjoying each other's company. This was a rough time. Not for their relationship, who was going well giving everything, but they lacked time to be together. Their schedule was incompatible. When Mike would finish his class, Will would have his own. Even while sleeping in the same dorm, by the time Will would come back from his classes, Mike would be asleep already, then in the morning when he would wake up, Mike would be gone for his own classes. One kiss in the morning could barely make them subsist through the day. It was hardly enough for their craving hearts wishing for always more. Which caused Mike to join him that dusk. Will told him he would be working on an assignment in a room in the art department, the very last one to the left. Naturally, Mike directed himself there.

He managed to find the workshop, not even certain if it was the right room. Will did gave him indications, but there was no window on the door, hiding everything contained in the room. Mike still decided to open it delicately, in case it would be bothering anyone else that wasn't Will in this moment. He was baffled to see how bland it was. Just a white room, spacious and empty, denied of windows, covered with a plastic tarp on the walls and the floor, as well as journals covering it, probably to keep the room intact. It was weird for an art workshop to be so neat, and so plain. The entire room was white, the only touches of colours being the one Will was applying on his canvas.

Will was standing there like a dream, focused on his paintbrush tracing red lines. Mike didn't make any noise, to not risk bursting his creative bubble.

Will sighed loudly, eyeing his canvas with disdain before reaching for a new paintbrush. He stayed staring at it, and grunted frustratedly.

"Hey" Mike said, slowly walking towards him.

Will jumped a bit hearing him, not expecting any presence behind him in that instant. He immediately turned to see the presence of the familiar voice. "Hey!" He grinned, seeing his boyfriend bringing an ease to his tensed body.

Mike approached and Will asked cheerfully

"What are you doing here?"

"I was missing you and— since you're obviously staying late tonight I wanted to offer you support"

Mike got closer, wrapping Will's lower back with two arms enrolling around him. He pulled him closer and Will chuckled.

"How sweet of you"

Will reached for a kiss Mike gladly delivered, languidly merging their lips together before pulling back.

"So what are you working on?"

He said, slowly letting Will go and checking the canvas.

Will turned his back to him and observed the piece he was working on. Mike let his face rest on his boyfriend's shoulder, his arms still wrapped around his abdomen and caressing his stomach with his thumb. He let the comforting warmth he had missed so much propagating in his entire being.