Who Knew - Byler

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Everything was so fast Will didn't even have time to close his eyes. He closed them just before Mike pulled away and then opened them again. The kiss had lasted a few seconds, giving Will enough time to put his hand in Mike's waist in a try of seeming confident.

Will felt his heart go crazy in his chest while looking directly into Mike's eyes. Mike had his hand on the boy's neck, his thumb in his jawline. He slowly put it down.

"Let. Me. Speak." he said, and Will managed to nod slowly. Mike gulped. He was gonna say it. Finally.

"To be honest, I never even thought about dating a guy. Especially my best friend," Mike started, and Will frowned. "But then, you confessed to me. You told me you were in love with me. And I started thinking. I started thinking about how I've always felt protective over you, how I instantly disliked Jennifer when Dustin said she might have a crush on you on your funeral. How I felt something in my heart every time we touched, how I'm always trying to spend time with you."

Will widened his eyes. There is no way Mike is saying this to him. He must be dreaming. "And I realized... I do like you, William Byers. Or maybe even love you. As much more than a friend. That's why I broke up with Jane. I mean, not just because I don't love her like that or because of all the other reasons. But yeah, mainly because you're the one I wanna be with."

Will didn't reply and the two boys were silent for a while. He really didn't know how to reply to that. He must be dreaming. Mike looked at him with an expectant look. "So?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"So?" Will replied, in a confused tone. "So, do you want to be my boyfriend, Will?" Mike asked, and Will could have sworn his heart skipped a beat when he heard those words. "Of course I want to be your boyfriend," he quickly replied, smiling so hard he could feel his face hurt.

"Can you, uh... repeat that?" Will shyly asked. Mike looked confused. "What?" Will looked down. "The kiss. It was so fast I didn't even have time to close my eyes." Mike smiled widely. "Of course."

He put his hand in the boy's neck again, his thumb brushing his cheekbones and making his way to his bottom lip. He started leaning in and Will mirrored his actions. It was so slow it felt like torture, but at least now Will's brain had time to process that he was gonna kiss the boy he's been in love with for so long.

They became so close that Will could feel Mike's warm breath in his lips. Mike finally moved forward and their lips touched. Will felt fireworks in his chest and Mike did, too.

Will's lips were soft and he tasted of the maple syrup he'd had for breakfast this morning. In the other hand, Mike's lips were rough against Will's.

Will couldn't believe it was happening. The times he'd dreamed about Mike kissing him were countless. And it was happening, in real life, Mike was kissing him because he wanted to. It seemed like a dream.

When they broke apart, Will's face was red. It was so overwhelming. The feeling Mike had produced in him was so strong, so pure.

Mike smiled widely when he saw the boy's reaction. He was glad he was happy and he was even more glad he was the one causing that happiness.

Suddenly, they heard the door open and Will quickly stood up trying to put some space between him and Mike even if it was the last thing he wanted to do right now. Joyce entered the house and smiled brightly.

She only needed to see her son's face to know something had happened. Something good. She wasn't gonna ask about it, her son would explain it to her when he was ready, but she couldn't help her happy reaction.

Mike was just confused as fuck because Will and Joyce were literally just staring at each other like they were having a telepathy moment or something. "Hi?" he asked, seeing none of them were doing or saying anything.