Byler Oneshots☽❣︎☀︎︎

shitfaced

Will laid awake staring blankly at the episode of Love Island Australia displayed on the television. His phone began to ring beside him. He recognized the contact for his boyfriend and quickly pressed accept. 

"Hello?" he answered. There was a few seconds of silence. "Hi baby," Mike uttered slowly. "Hi Mike," he smiled to himself. 

"I miss you," he cooes. Will raises a brow, "You sound drunk. Do I need to come and get you?" he offers. He can hear Mike laugh. "Max was making drinks tonight," said a familiar voice. Lucas. 

"Ah," is all Will can say. That's all he needed to hear. Max and her drink mixing skills weren't the best and he knew that because Will had fell victim to it once before. "He's pretty shitfaced. We'll be there shortly," Lucas says. 

"Okay," Will replied. "God, I miss you so much," Mike urges. Will can practically hear how much he's had to drink from the way he's speaking. 

"I'm almost home, baby," Mike sneers. "I can't wait to see your pretty face and get my hands on you," he says the last part lowly. A light blush creeps onto Will's cheeks at his boyfriends words. 

"I bet you're all red and flustered right now, aren't you?" Mike teases. He knew Will all too well. "You'll be waiting for me?" Mike asks. "Of course," Will says back. 

"We're a couple blocks away, I'll see you soon. I love you," he slurs. "Mhm, I love you too," Will says before ending the call. 

Will sat up in bed, trying to recollect himself. He was mentally preparing himself for tonight. He knew exactly what was coming once Mike walks through the door. 

Mike was a lot of things, but he was no liar. So if Mike said he was going to get his hands on him, Will wasn't going to be getting much sleep tonight. 

He tries to enjoy the last couple of minutes he has to himself. He wants to enjoy it but he can't. The anticipation is consuming him. He knew that once Mike got in he'd be around him like a second skin. 

Will gets up and walks out of the bedroom. He hears the lock click and the knob turns, in walks his tall, drunken boyfriend. "Hey baby," Mike's face lights up as he strides to the shorter brunette. He wastes no time and wraps his arms around his slim frame. 

"You smell so good," Mike has his head nuzzled into Will's neck. "I just wanted to make sure he got in alright," Lucas says behind them. "Thanks again Lucas," Will turns his head, flashing him a smile. "Don't mention it. I'll leave before he jumps you right in front of me," Lucas says, his eyes widened. 

Will laughs and nods his head. Lucas leaves, shutting the door behind him. "I missed you baby," Mike stammers, removing his face from the crease of his shorter boyfriends neck. 

"I missed your pretty face. You're so pretty. You always look so pretty," Mike drunkenly praises. He uses a finger to tilt Will's head upward. Will smiled shyly at his flattering remarks. 

Mike constantly made it his job to compliment Will and make him feel good about himself even while sober, it wasn't foreign to him. But, somehow he always figured out a way to make Will swoon every time. 

"Give me a kiss," he licks his lips. He's looking at Will as if he's the first meal he's about to have in ages. 

Will obliges without protest and purses his lips to kiss him. Mike pulls him closer by his hips. He places gentle pecks on Will's lips repeatedly. 

Will can feel his skin grow hotter as the tension gets thicker. Will tries to pull away but Mike won't stop kissing him. "Just one more," Mike pleads, lips shiny. Will can't deny him, especially not when he's like this. He lets Mike take one more kiss from him and then another.