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Will slicks back his hair before changing his mind. He runs his hands until it's perfectly messy. It's a baseball game. He'll be wearing a hat for most of the day. Why is he obsessing over his hair so much? He’s in shorts and he’s picking through what shirt to wear when—
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Mike shouts a couple of rooms away and Will rolls his eyes, knowing who it’s about. "Max! Remember to turn off your curling iron! That fucking burns!"
"Hey smart ass!" Max shouts back. "Don't touch hot things plugged into the wall. Clumsy shithead!"
A soft knock on Will's door has him calling for whoever to come in.
"Hi." Max leans against his door, having shut it behind her. "You good?"
Will smiles brightly, but Max isn't fooled. "Yeah, I'm good."
"You don't have to go, you know. You don't have to put yourself through this. Boundaries, and all."
"I'm really good," Will lies. The problem is, he has been turning down a lot of social events because of his recently rediscovered feelings for his best friend. He had locked his feelings away at the end of high school. They all went their separate ways, and it was easier. Mike sent him letters and cards, which was a nice change compared to the last time they had lived in separate states. He even called a lot. Talked about classes and part-time jobs. And Will told him about his first date. And all the dates that followed.
They told each other everything now, it felt. And Will had sometimes got jealous when Mike brought up women he thought were cool. But it actually was Will who dated more than Mike for the first few years of college.
Then school ended, and Lucas and Max got married. Lucas inherited his Grandma's house that Erica claimed was too "seventies" for her taste. Mike moved in with them when he got a job at a software company in the same city as them. When Will lost his job, he ended up moving in with them as well instead of his parent's house all the way in New York. The idea of being close to childhood friends again felt exciting and would help take away some of the sting of losing his job at the gallery. He got a job answering phones at Mike's work. A front desk job. So Will got to talk to Mike even more. And the days had slow times where he sometimes sketched while Mike went off about some video game he hears was in the works while leaning over Will’s desk.
They ate their lunches together. They left work together. They got or made dinner most every night. Went shopping when it was either of their turns to fill the fridge. They did everything together. And sometimes Will imagined them as a couple doing these things and then he would scold his thoughts.
It wasn't until their coworker, Sandy, approached Mike in the parking lot a few weeks ago and asked him out for drinks did Will realize he had fumbled control over his feelings. He no longer had a lid on his supposed old crush. It was out and furious and too wild to contain any longer.
That's when the dreams started. If they were just sex dreams, Will thinks he could have survived. Horniness toward Mike wasn't anything new. But it was the dreams of being together, hand holding, kisses on cheeks, walks around the neighborhood, cuddling while watching TV that had Will waking up in a sweaty panic most nights.
Because he wanted that. He wanted that with Mike so fucking much, it terrified him.
And he had confessed these things to Max.
Max is about to say something, possibly to try and convince Will not to put himself through unnecessary torture. But someone else starts knocking and Will knows who it is just by his knock. And he still hasn’t put on a shirt but he tries to reason that if Max can see his bare chest, it shouldn’t be weird for Mike to as well.
"Hey," Mike says, already opening the door, not having waited for Will to voice an invitation. "What the?" Mike squeezes his head in the crack he manages to open even with Max still leaning against the door. "Max! Move your ass!"
Max rolls her eyes but doesn’t budge. "Will isn't feeling too well."
"Max," Will hisses.
"I'm trying to convince him to stay home," Max says, and she still hasn't moved and so Mike practically pushes her and the door further to get in.
"You're not feeling okay?" Mike says, and he's close to Will suddenly. Too close. His eyes move over Will, his jaw ticking like it does when he sees something he doesn’t like. So Will puts on a shirt. "Stomach?” Mike asks just when Will’s head breaks through the neckline. “Headache? We can stay home…"
"I'm fine," Will says and he takes Mike in. He has a green t-shirt on, and shorts. His feet are bare and Will stares too long at his toes. "Just didn't sleep well."
"Oh, shit. That's my bad. Isn’t it?"
It wasn't entirely a lie that Will was tired. And Mike had kept him up playing video games and drinking so much he did have a headache, in fact.
"We aren't leaving for another hour," Mike says, and his voice goes soft and it makes Will's cheeks warm. "Take a nap." He spins to face Max. "Fuck off. He needs to sleep."
Max makes an overly exaggerated sweet face to Mike and then opens the door. "You too, Prince Charming."
Mike falls for her seemingly nice gesture but when he starts to exit, she closes the door on Mike and locks it.
"Dickhead," Max mutters, but there's a small smile present on her face. She enjoys being cruel to Mike, just as he enjoys being cruel back. It's their love language, Lucas once told him.
"Sandy is coming," Max says, straight to the point. “She likes him." Max's head tilts down while she stares at Will meaningfully. "And Lucas thinks Mike might...like her back. They were close at the bar last weekend. When you stayed home."
"I know," Will says, and he starts rubbing his arm. "Mike told me last night today was a date. I'm fine." Will swallows.
He thinks back to last night. And the way his stomach had dropped at Mike’s words: “Hey so, is it okay if I consider tomorrow as a date? I know it’s going to be weird with Sandy there… But I just think I really want it to be a date. Is that okay?”
Will and Sandy were closer than Mike and Sandy had ever been. So Will understood that he may had been asking Will as Sandy’s friend. But he's also scared that Mike was catching on to Will starting to fall for Mike again and this was his way of letting him down easy. Setting their friendship straight. Will knows how much Sandy likes Mike, so as her close friend, he is happy for her in a selfless way. But he also knows this is about to be the start of the end for Will and Mike. Because no, he's not okay with it. He could see their future work lunches as Will being a third wheel, witnessing their love blossoming. Will needs to start looking for another job. And soon.
”Yeah, of course,” Will had replied to Mike last night after putting on his fakest smile. “I already assumed it was.”
"I'm fine," he says to Max now, once again. But he doesn't mean it. He will mean it someday, he thinks. Just not today.
Max studies him. "Okay," she says slowly. "Just sit by me. I'll get you through this."
Will can't sit by Max in the car because she's driving and when he tried to take the passenger seat, Lucas practically shoved him to the back. So he sits in the back behind Lucas, as close to his door as possible, but Mike's mostly bare legs are turned his way instead of to Sandy's side. And he smells fucking amazing.
"Oh my god, Will!" Sandy says, and she reaches over Mike to slap his shoulder. "I forgot to tell you. I saw Margot!"
Will rests his head back and laughs. The problem, or maybe the hardest part about this situation with Mike and Sandy, is that Will really does enjoy being Sandy’s friend. And he fears he's going to have to pull away from her to save his own heart.
"No..." Will's laugh turns into a groan.
"Who's Margot?" Lucas asks.
"She asked Will out," Mike says, and he scoots down the middle seat, so his head is level with Will's. "Like a dozen times."
"He told her on her second ask that he was gay," Sandy tells Lucas. "But then she was convinced that she could turn him straight. Remember that red blouse she tried to seduce you with?"
"Oh god," Will says, and groans again. "I think her perfume is still stuck in my nostrils."
"It was sexual harassment," Mike says, and for some reason he's not laughing with them. He's not even smiling. He's closed his eyes and drops another inch further down his seat. He’s not sure why Mike chose the middle seat with the least amount of leg space. Mike drops further, and his knees invade Will’s legroom, his thighs now pressed against Will’s. Will feels Mike’s breath on his neck and shivers.
"Very true," Sandy says. "Thank fuck she quit before Will had to go through all of that HR shit."
"I think she's been sending me conversion pamphlets," Will says.
"What?" Mike says, his eyes still shut.
"I've been getting a lot of random religious pamphlets in the mail addressed to me. About places that help with not being gay."
"Definitely was her," Sandy says, and she's laughing.
"That's not fucking funny," Mike says, but Sandy is still laughing, and Mike had said it so quietly, Will believes he was the only one to have heard him. "Did you take a nap?"
"No," Will says, and his voice drops to a quieter volume to match Mike's.
“I’m sorry if I made you freak out,” Mike whispers. “I had a hard time sleeping last night, too. I was too excited.”
”I didn’t freak out,” Will lies. “It’s fine.”
"You should sleep,” Mike says. “It's like two hours until we get there. Not factoring in traffic."
"Yeah, maybe." Will tests his eyes by closing them and maybe he could sleep. But then Mike's head falls onto his shoulder and he's hit with a spike of adrenaline.
Will looks over at Sandy, but she's staring out her side of the car window while she chats with Max about some book she read recently and wants Max to read as well.
It's fine. This is fine. There has been many times that Mike fell asleep on Will over the months he's been living at the house. Only, it's not fine. Because Will thinks that Mike's lack of aversion to touching Will in a possibly couple-like way is the reason he's fallen back into old habits of wanting Mike as more than his best friend.
Some time later, Sandy catches Will's eye and pointedly looks down at Mike. "What's his deal?" she whispers.
Will makes a face and whispers back, "No clue."
She frowns before she's shrugging and then she taps Lucas on his shoulder. They are possibly the most excited about the baseball game they are seeing, and they get into some players’ stats that Will tunes out. But maybe he should listen because he is trying really fucking hard not to melt into Mike's touch.
Then he sees Max's eyes in the rearview mirror, and she looks equally mystified.
So maybe this is stranger than Will wants it to be. Or maybe no one has seen Mike like this with Will before. Now that Will recalls, they had been alone previous times when Mike used his lap as a pillow while on the couch.
They were also alone when they laid in the grass behind their work building, sharing a comic and Mike got very close, his head resting on his chest because he forgot his own book again.
Will thinks maybe he should wake Mike so Sandy doesn’t get the wrong idea. Mike and him are close, but no matter Will’s side of feelings, Mike doesn’t feel that way. If he had—in some fantastical alternate universe—discovered he had gay feelings for Will, he would have told him by now.
Sandy takes the walking spot next to Mike on their way to the stadium. Lucas and Max walk behind him, so he feels a bit like the dot at the center of the five on a dice. They wait to get in the stadium, and Will spots a gay couple holding hands and smiles at them, despite his jealousy. He turns to point them out to Max, but Mike is also staring at that same couple. He blinks and then sees that he has Will’s attention.
Mike smiles at Will like there’s nothing to be shy about and that’s what really reminds Will that he’s pathetic to hope. That it wasn’t longing he saw on Mike’s face in seeing the gay couple. But maybe just hope for his best friend to find that someday.
Will does end up sitting next to Max at the game. But when Sandy sits on his other side, and Mike taps her shoulder ten minutes later and asks to switch seats so he can better talk to Will, Will has to remind himself to not feel hopeful again.
Their seats are good, thanks to Sandy’s dad. But the sun is still hot on the back of Will’s neck and he can’t seem to stop thinking hopeful things. Like how when Mike had woken up on his shoulder in the car, instead of straightening, he kept his head there. All the way until Max parked the car twenty minutes later.
”I’m getting a hot dog,” Max announces. “Will?”
”Sure.” He is hungry, though his nerves might be too worked up to eat.
”I’m coming, too,” Mike says.
”Sit your ass down,” Max says. “Will and I need us time.”
”You guys are always getting us time,” Mike says. “He’s my…best friend.”
”Maybe in middle school he was,” Max says. “He’s mine now.” And Will knows she’s teasing. That she’s leaning into their usual sassy fights because saying a nice word to each other may actually make the other sick. But Mike flinches at her words and Max loses the teasing fire in her eyes. But she doesn’t say sorry, just grabs Will’s hand and tugs him along.
”I definitely hit a nerve,” she says once they’re in line. She takes off her baseball cap to push some of her red hair out of her face.
“He knows it was a joke,” Will says. “I think it just reminded him about how weird it was between us in high school. You know, when I had a crush on him. And he couldn’t hug me.”
”Maybe,” Max says. “High school Mike was definitely an idiot. But this Mike… What is he up to?”
”What do you mean?” Will asks, and they move closer in line.
“I thought he's on a date with Sandy...?”
Will’s face falls a fraction. “It is a date. That's what Mike told me last night.”
”Sandy thinks so, too. She was talking to me before we left... She asked Mike to this. And then Mike invited us. And she thought it was a double date. But then…”
”I’m here.”
”And she loves you. But she hadn’t known you were coming until last night. She had to get your ticket fast. And now I'm not sure if it is a date.”
"Mike can be awkward sometimes. He hasn't really dated a whole lot... Right?"
"That could make sense. But. Why has he barely said two words to her and can’t seem to stop looking at you?”
Will stares, his thoughts scattering.
”Next!”
”Yeah, we’ll get five hot dogs. Two cokes. What do you want to drink?” Max asks. “Will?”
”Oh, um. A blue Gateraid.”
”And Mike?”
”He normally likes Coke, but with hotdogs he likes Sprite. And I think Sandy likes Diet Coke. Maybe we should have asked before leaving.”
”Is that all?”
“Yep,” Max says to the worker and drops her cash on the counter.
”What do you mean he’s been looking at me?”
”Okay, so like, when you talk to someone... Anyone. He locks in on you. And even if you aren’t talking, when he was walking ahead of you, he kept shooting back looks to you. But you were staring at your feet like some kicked puppy and didn’t notice. And then in the ticket line, you were staring at that couple. And Mike had been staring at you and then he saw who you were watching and how it made you happy and fuck, Will. I think Mike likes you.”
”He could just be having…straight possessive feelings toward me.”
Max shakes her head. “I had my suspicions before. Little things he does or says in the apartment. I didn’t want to bring them up to you unless I was feeling more confident. But Will. The other week, I walked in on him smelling your pillow.”
Will’s eyebrows shoot up and he laughs at the ridiculous idea. “No way.”
”Way.”
”You said Sandy and Mike were flirting last weekend…”
”Or Sandy was flirting with Mike and he was just…there. It was Lucas who had seen them. Unreliable source. In the car, with him sleeping on your shoulder instead of talking with her? Come on…”
”You know this hope will kill me,” Will says, and gathers some of the food in his arms but it’s too much to carry with the drinks.
”I know,” Max says. “It will kill me, too. For you. And if I’m wrong, I’ll help you through it. Cool?”
Will nods, feeling dazed. He’s not going to let the hope sink in. He’s going to settle in the possibility that Max is very wrong in her observations to cushion the stab of disappointment he’s sure will come.
”Fuck,” Max mutters. “This is too much to carry. You stay by the drinks, I’ll bring these dogs to the group and come back. Grab lots of mustard packets.”
Will sets down some of the food on counter while he waits.
“Hey.”
Will startles at the familar voice. “Mike. Hey.”
”I had to use the restroom. Need help? Oh. You bought me a hot dog? Amazing.” Mike’s grin is blinding.
”We ordered for the whole group. Max paid.”
”Ah. I’ll pay her back. For ours. Feels weird letting Max pay when I’m on a date.” Mike looks around, and he seems nervous. “Should have come with you from the start, huh?” Mike then reaches for a couple of the drinks. “Is this Sprite mine?”
Will nods.
”You get me,” Mike says, and he straightens Will's baseball cap he borrowed from Lucas and it feels like a moment.
"Uh. I guess we should bring these back."
Mike nods, but he doesn't move. He just stares. He stares until Will's cheeks start to heat so he makes the decisions for them and heads back.
Mike makes it hard to pay attention to the game. He talks about anything but baseball while Sandy tries to throw in a word here and there. When Will asks her about baseball logistics, she asks Mike if they could switch seats. He kindly refuses and then Sandy goes quiet after that and Will feels guilty. So he tries to bring her into a conversation about work gossip, which usually gets her excited. But Mike doesn't look like he wants to talk about work and Will feels divided in wanting to speak only to Mike but also not make Sandy feel left out.
Will gets up to use the bathroom, and Mike starts to follow but Max stops him. "Give that boy a damn break already," she says.
"What?" Mike asks defensively.
Will wants to signal to Max he's grateful, but he doesn't know how without Mike seeing it. When Will returns, Mike and Sandy seem to be getting along better. They're engrossed in a conversation about Star Wars, which could get Mike talking to anyone really, so Will tries not to feel jealous by the enthusiastic way Mike is talking to her.
It's during this animated conversation when music starts to play and the big screens showcase couples, who then kiss for the public's enjoyment. Will is smiling by the third couple, who makes the audience laugh when the girl has to practically smack the boy to get him to notice they're on camera.
Then the camera shows Mike and Will can see his own smile fade in the side of the screen he is slightly shown. Sandy smiles broadly, shrugs her shoulders and turns to Mike.
Will feels Mike's hand on the back of his neck before he sees it on camera, there being a slight delay. And then he's looking at Mike, whose eyes are intense and holding a question. Will looks at Mike's lips as he often does when Mike's face is too unbearably close. But he's usually more subtle and catches himself quickly. But then Mike is moving in and Will shuts his eyes before he's feeling Mike's lips against his. He forgets how to breathe.
There's a wave of stunned silence that morphs into awes and some booing while they kiss probably longer than the camera stays on them. It's Will who pulls back, his cheeks burning. Mike's breathing hard and he has a look in his eyes like, "I fucking just did that." But Will can't be sure. It could also be, "Why the fuck did I just do that?" or "Kissing Will was an embarrassing mistake and it was meant to be a joke but now Will is clearly in love with me and not laughing how I thought he would."
"Was that a stunt or are you two together?" a teen behind them asks. Will looks back at her, and she looks hopeful.
"We're..." Will feels like his tongue is swollen. He lowers his hat to hide his flustered face.
"Together," Mike says, and he leans back. His jaw ticks and he reaches for Will's hand, which is sweatier than he wishes it was. But Mike's hand is sweaty, too.
"Mike," Max hisses, leaning over Will. "You can't just decide you’re with someone. You have to talk to them. Fucking idiot."
"Oh," Mike says. And he's looking flustered, too. People keep staring at them holding hands. Some seem to find them cute based off their smiles. Others stare like they're animals in a zoo.
Will looks over at Sandy, who looks like she's about to cry so Will removes his hand from Mike's.
"We can talk," Mike says in a rush, like that's the reason Will stopped holding his hand.
"Sandy," Will mouths to Mike.
"What?"
"Sandy," he whispers.
"I have no idea what you're saying," Mike says. "I think my heart’s beating too loudly for me to understand words right now."
"He's saying Sandy, asshole," Sandy says, and then takes a deep breath. "It's fine, Will. Hold his hand. I'm only surprised, is all."
"I'm so confused right now," Mike says, looking between Sandy and Will. "Why are you upset, Sandy?"
"You're on a date with her, dipshit," Max calls, and some people behind them gasp, clearly eavesdropping.
"No I'm not. I'm on a date with Will," Mike says. "Remember, Will? Last night? I asked if it was okay if the baseball game counted as a date..."
"I thought you meant if it was okay if it was a date…with Sandy," Will says, and he's breathing hard. And the sun and Mike are making him sweat more. His thighs are sticking uncomfortably in his seat and he wishes there was a pool he could jump in to cool off and possibly drown in.
”Oh.” Mike leans back. And then looks at Sandy. “You thought this was a date? I told you I liked someone at work…”
”I thought you meant me,” Sandy says. And then she’s laughing. Hysterically so.
”Is she laughing or crying,” Lucas asks. “I can’t hear a fucking thing anyone is saying. I wish Dustin was here...”
”Laughing,” Max says. “Oh. I think she’s crying now. Come on, Sandy. Let’s get away from Mike.”
”I want to watch the game,” Sandy says, wiping her tears. She’s smiling. “I’m okay. Really. I just realized every conversation Mike and I have had was in fact not a third person flirty vibe but about Will. Will is the one he can’t stop dreaming about and wants to… Ugh. I’m really stupid.”
”No. Mike just can’t be direct if it could save his life,” Max says. “Speaking of Mike’s obliviousness. Mike. Take care of Will before he faints.”
”I’m fine,” Will says, but he does feel dizzy and it’s too hot and strangers keep looking at him.
“Hey, come on,” Mike says softly.
Will follows Mike to the stairs and people whoop and someone shouts out a slur that makes Will think of Lonnie. Mike places a steady hand on Will’s damp back. “I got you,” he says.
They move to a part of the stadium where there isn’t many people passing, somewhere between concessions and the bathrooms. “I’m sorry, Will,” Mike says straight away.
”For kissing me?” Will asks, and he’s still overheated but it’s nice to have less eyes on them.
”Do you want me to be sorry for kissing you?” Mike asks, and he’s flushed, but it’s hard to say if it's from the heat or embarrassment.
“It would have been helpful to actually know I was on a date. Or that you even liked me like that.”
“I thought it was obvious! We’ve basically been dating for the past two months, Will! Haven’t we?”
”No, Mike. We’ve been roommates. And colleagues. And friends. When did this start for you? The liking me.”
”Oh shit… You don’t like me back. I’m such an asshole for assuming… It’s just, we’ve been closer. And I told you I loved you, I thought you knew after that.”
”When did you tell me you loved me?” Will thinks back. “Are you talking about when I was sick? And you called me from work? I thought that was a slip when you were ending the call. Like when you call your teacher Mom. Just a habit.”
“It’s not a habit,” Mike says, and he crosses his arms, looking pained. “It’s actually really fucking hard for me to say that. Even to my mom.”
”I know,” Will says. “I didn’t want to read into it. So I made myself…forget.”
”Was the kiss even good for you?”
Will’s lips tingle at the thought but when he truly thinks about the moment Mike kissed him…he can’t recall how it physically felt. Only that he was shocked. “There was a lot to process,” Will says. “I think I need another try.”
Mike’s furrowed brow smooths out and he straightens. “Really?”
”But maybe we can talk some more first? I’m still struggling to understand. And you never answered how long you wanted…me. Like that.”
”I always wanted you. Sure, there were stages. A lot of those stages were buried in denial. Me thinking how I’m feeling can’t be what I think is how I’m feeling. And then when we went to college, I just missed you so badly. Too much, actually. That it reminded me of when you moved to California. And it made me think…that maybe what I was scared to understand then…I’m not anymore. Scared. That I want you. And when you moved in, I was surprised at how comfortable I was being around you. And I never wanted to stop being around you.”
”You’re going to have to work on your communication,” Will says, and he’s fighting a smile. Because it’s catching up to him. That Mike not only kissed him in front of a stadium of people, he wants to be his boyfriend. “I don’t want to have a fight and me thinking we're still together when you assume we're broken up.”
Mike shakes his head and steps closer. “I won’t. Break up with you, I mean. But I do like fighting with you. You get this crazed look in your eyes that makes me want to kiss you.”
”You really thought we were already together? And not kissing?” Will asks, and he can’t help from laughing.
”I just thought we were taking our time. Falling into our relationship slowly. I don’t know. I was taking your lead.”
”My lead? I didn’t even start liking you again until last month!”
Mike looks exasperated. “What do you mean liking me again? You stopped liking me? When?”
”Romantically, yes. I had to, Mike. Remember? I came out and you were my crush… You made it pretty clear we were only friends so I stopped liking you.”
”You stopped all the way back in high school?! I panicked, then! I also had a girlfriend…”
Will sadly smiles at the memory of his sister. “You think she would care? About us…getting together now?”
Mike moves closer and suddenly Will is nervous and almost takes a step back but remains.
“I talked to Hopper about this.”
”You told my dad you want to be my boyfriend?” Will asks, eyes growing.
”No, fuck no. I’m leaving that to you. I told him I was interested in someone in my first year of college. It was you, of course, but I didn’t tell him that. And he told me that El would have wanted me to move on.” Mike leans back and makes a face. “To be honest, I think he would have told me that same speech even if she was still alive and with me. He did not like me dating her.” Mike smiles despite the sad topic. “And I’m guessing he’s not going to like us together. Hence, you get to deal with the big guy.”
”So how is this going to work? We’ve had one very public kiss. Went on a date without me knowing it was a date. And we live together.”
”And we’re boyfriends,” Mike adds. “And I wouldn’t mind another, less public kiss. Also, a more private date. Like the movies where we can basically just make out…”
”We keep talking about kissing, but we haven’t—”
Mike’s lips touch Will’s, softly and hesitant. Different from the quick, panicked press of their lips from before. Will’s mind goes blank of all thoughts before he melts into the kiss. Mike’s shaky hands bring Will closer, gripping the sides of his t-shirt. Their torsos press against each other, and Mike opens his mouth and takes a stuttering breath.
Will’s tongue slips in and Mike makes a sound in the back of his throat and brings Will’s hands to Mike’s neck. They claw into his hair, and Mike’s hat slips off and falls with a dull thump onto the floor. Mike’s hair is wet with sweat and it makes Will deepen the kiss.
Then Mike can’t seem to bring Will closer. He moves them and Will’s back gets pressed into the cement wall, and their noses bump and Mike’s teeth sink into Will’s bottom lip and he tugs.
”Fuck,” Will sighs. His tongue is back in Mike’s mouth and their breaths are heavy and sweat rolls down Will’s temple, and he tastes the saltiness of either his or Mike’s sweat. And it makes Will wish they could lie down. They could remove their clothes because it’s just too fucking hot in here.
"There are children here!” someone shouts, passing them. “Get a room!”
Will pulls back slowly, but Mike chases his mouth and then he’s kissing him again.
”Mike, we need to go back to our friends.”
Mike’s nodding but he doesn’t look like he understands because his hips are still pressed firmly into Will’s and there’s a hardness that Will can’t deny.
”Sleep in my room tonight?” Will asks, breathlessly.
”Sleep?” Mike kisses Will’s slick neck. His tongue darts out as his lips move up Will's neck. And in the sweat, Will has goosebumps. “I’m moving in.”
”Oh really?” Will says, and he has a fistful of Mike’s shirt in his grasp.
“We’ll use my room as storage. Your room for…sleeping.”
”Why not yours?”
“It’s closer to Lucas and Max’s. And this way we don’t have to be…too quiet.”
Will swallows and nods. “I think that’s a good idea.”
”Yeah?” Mike stares at Will, a goofy smile on his face. “So we’re clear now, right? I’m your boyfriend?”
”We’re clear,” Will says, and steals another kiss from Mike before he’s grabbing his hand. “Let’s go back. I want to see how the game ends.”