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It wasn't uncommon for Will and Mike to cuddle.

Max, Eleven, Dustin, and Lucas didn't pay any extra attention if Will had his arms around Mike, or vice versa. It wasn't like they hadn't cuddled before.

At the moment, the group was in Mike's basement. El was trying to braid Max's long hair. Lucas was using Mike's bed as a headrest. Dustin had a bowl of empty popcorn resting in his lap. Mike and Will were laying on Mike's bed. Mike had his head resting on Will's stomach, and Will's hands were running absently through Mike's hair.

Mike felt like he was in a trance when Will played with his hair. Will's fingers grazed over his scalp repeatedly in a way that Mike couldn't put into words. His hands were like a gift from above.

Will ran a hand through Mike's hair and tugged at the end. Mike forgot to bite his lip and a loud moan slipped past his lips. He immediately clamped a hand around his mouth, his face flushing with embarrassment.

The group turned around to look at them. Max and Dustin had a look of shock on their face. El raised her eyebrows, confused. Lucas was unamused.

"Jesus Christ guys, keep it PG, we're trying to watch Ghostbusters," Lucas said, rolling his eyes.

"It's not like that," Mike protested.

"Mhmm," Dustin teased.

"I was just playing with his hair," Will said confidently.

"Whatever you say," Max grinned.

"Just keep whatever you're doing down or get a room," Lucas added.

Will glanced down at Mike apologetically when the group returned their attention to the screen. Mike shrugged and yawned. He felt himself getting drowsy as Will returned to his hair. His eyes became heavier and he slowly turned himself over, pressing his face onto Will's chest and wrapping his arms around him. He was warm, and he felt the world get blurry as he slowly drifted into sleep.

Will turned red. He gently twirled Mike's dark hair between his fingers. He hesitantly leaned down and kissed the top of Mike's head.

"Goodnight Mike," he whispered quietly.

Before falling asleep, Will could've swore he felt Mike smile against his sweater.

via twistedkaleidoscope

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