Dear all, I've fallen in love with the Stranger Things characters and more precisely with Will and Mike. I don't why, but the Byler fandom is very, very small here , most fanfics being about Mileven (I HATE Mileven) so I decided to write a little something.
WARNING: this story depicts heavily graphic sexual content between two males and I mean it.
If that makes you uncomfortable, don't read it.
Also, the characters are obviously aged-up here, probably in their early twenties.
1999
Mike didn't know it was possible to love someone so much, his heart swollen enough to hurt, threatening to combust, his hands brushing the gentle curve of Will's bottom. The flesh quivered beneath his fingertips and he shuffled closer, patting it with a firm palm, feeling it hot and a bit damp underneath.
He looked up from the heart-shaped mount and let his eyes trail down the slope of Will's back and shoulders to the soft nest of auburn hair that rested on his head.
He parted the pale cheeks and stared at the tiny puckered opening that twitched eagerly, running a tentative finger on it, making Will moan from his pillow. The opening twitched again and Mike smiled. He leaned in and gave one quick lick with the tip of his tongue, straining his ears to hear a soft whimper.
"Mike… please…"
He knew how much Will liked this. He leaned against and lost himself in the feel of him, pushing his tongue all the way in, past the hard ring of muscles, grabbing the buttocks harder for support.
It wasn't possible to love that much, he was sure. He had never been told it was. His parents skipped that lesson.
Will was panting, his body moving with each thrust, arching his back to give Mike more access.
Mike pulled away a bit to let his finger brush against the quivering rim, watching it close and open eagerly, his heart in the back of his throat.
He leaned in again to tease it with his tongue, circling it inside, making Will moan and whine.
His finger slipped in easily, slowly. Only the first knuckle at first to give Will time to adjust to the small intrusion. He was slick with saliva and the finger sank in deeper gently into the moist warmth that led into Will.
It wasn't the first time Mike had touched Will like this but it never failed to overwhelm him. Will was so soft, so tight, so warm. It pulled on the strings of his heart.
"You ok?" he asked and he saw Will's head bob as a nod.
For several minutes, he watched his finger slip in and out of that delicious tunnel, the walls clenching as the muscles gradually loosened.
Mike swallowed, hypnotized. Fascinated.
He remembered the sensation of having Will do this to him too and his body quivered at the memory. Will's gentle touch. Will inside him. Will around him, beneath and above. Everywhere. With him.
He curled up his finger, searching for the sweet spot inside his love he knew was somewhere near, found it, poked it and Will mewed like a cat.
He smiled.
"Mike…"
Making Will satisfied and happy was more addictive than cocaine. It was Mike's life goal. The world could burn and all turn to ashes around them and Mike wouldn't care as long as Will was happy. Nothing else mattered really. Only Will.
He pulled his finger out completely, watched the orifice twitch at the loss of contact and smirked.
Will didn't find it funny.
"Mike!' he whined indignantly, wiggling his butt in the air.
Mike laughed softly, grabbing the bottle of lube. He gave a few more licks on the sensitive flesh, running his tongue on the spread rim right at the entrance, earning satisfied gasps. He opened the bottle and injected a generous amount of the cold liquid directly in, rubbing it gently. Will shivered and Mike kissed his left cheek, nuzzling the skin. He slipped two fingers in and began to work Will harder, twisting and scissoring, his heart hammering in his chest, his brain a melting mess.
This was his favorite part. Preparing Will. Taking care of him. Making sure their love making would bring only pleasure. It was so intense, so intimate.
Mike himself wasn't against a little pain and quite enjoyed being dominated when Will topped but Will didn't. Will hated pain and feared submission, even the slightest of it. He liked hugs, soft kisses and control and Mike, being the devoted boyfriend that he was, was all too happy to oblige.
He gasped, spreading him wide open with his hands, looking into the dark pulsing cave he'd soon be sheathed into.
His breath caught in his throat, his own body throbbing with need. His head spun and he wondered how much of his hand could actually fit in if he tried. The thought made him hot and dizzy and he slid his thumbs back inside, pushing against the walls, leaning in to taste him again, darting his tongue.
"Mike please, stop teasing," Will muffled.
Mike arched an eyebrow and trailed upwards, lips and tongue grazing the skin of his back on the way, kissing his shoulder and the shell of his ear.
"I'm not teasing," he whispered. "I'm exploring. You feel so good, so soft and warm," he kissed his temple and Will whimpered, swallowing, "I wish I could sink all of me into you and stay there forever."
Will giggled as Mike suckled on his neck, making the other boy shiver and take a sharp intake of air.
"You're 6 foot 3. You'd never fit!"
Mike smiled against his neck and poked his shoulder to get him on his back, admiring his beautiful face flushed by lust and pleasure, his full pink lips and shiny green eyes sparkling with mirth and gold.
"Imagine I could shrink to the size of your thumb like Thumbelina. I'd fit. All of me. All the way in the deepest of you. And I'd stay there forever," he kissed Will's cheek, inhaling deeply, "And I'd be home."
"And you'd die. You'd suffocate to death and I'd eventually push you out with my next meal!" Will smiled, grinding his leg against Mike's hardened member, poking his stomach.
Mike panted, "Why are you ruining my fantasies with such trivial things? I'm trying to be romantic here!"
Will smiled coyly, "Be romantic as much as you want baby. I just go for the more realistic approach. And the realistic approach is that I'd poop you out."
Mike huffed and rolled his eyes, "And now you're just being gross!"
Will bit his lower lip, "You love it when I'm gross!'
Mike smirked. Their faces were so close they were breathing the same air. He lost himself in those parted lips and fluttery eyes, reaching down between their bodies to brush his fingers against the soft hard flesh of Will's throbbing member.
Will gasped, closed his eyes and arched his back and Mike marveled.
"You have no idea how beautiful you are," he breathed passionately, wrapping his hand around him to stroke him and Will's head thrashed on the pillow, "If people could see you the way you look now, all flushed and horny, there'd be a cult about you. A whole new religion."
"Mike…"
Arousal blurred his vision and he felt suddenly drunk. Drunk on Will. High on Will.
"You're my undoing!' Mike almost snarled, his lips crashing against Will's who clung onto him, bucking his hips, hungry and thirsty and desperate.
He straightened up and took into the gorgeous body beneath him, the slender torso glistening with sweat, the long skilled fingers that'd made him swim among the stars so many times, the strong and slim legs, the beautiful shaft in its nest of hair, all hard and swollen and leaking.
He shivered and lifted one of Will's legs using his own upper body as support. Will was slick with lube and saliva and Mike plunged two fingers back in, watching them being absorbed into Will's supple heat.
"Mike…"
He tried a third finger. Will winced and trembled.
"It's ok love. I've got you," Mike whispered, sinking his fingers in and out gently, pouring more lube, his fingertips brushing against the soft flesh in the very depth of him, feeling it swell under his touch.
His eyes darted back to Will's quivering arousal and his mouth watered. He dived forward and engulfed him into his hungry mouth, moaning and humming, unable to resist.
Will wiggled on the mattress.
"Mike please. Please. I really need you now. Please. I don't wanna come without you in me."
He smirked, letting go of Will with a wet pop, "I am already in you," he teased.
Will was losing patience, "As much as I adore your fingers and your tongue, I need that big fat cock of yours in me. Now! You know, pushing into me deep and hard."
Mike swallowed, Will's dirty words pulling on the strings of his heart. He still remembered a time Will refused to bottom, hating the feeling of absolute vulnerability that ensued. Now he trusted Mike enough to let himself enjoy this kind of touch and Mike could never feel honored enough.
"Oh I love it when you talk sugar!" he swooned playfully.
Will growled and straightened up suddenly, flipping them over so brutally Mike barely had time to realize he was now on his back, Will straddling him, his hands on his shoulders, his eyes dark with lust.
His breath caught on his throat. There he was, his dominant little beast and Mike felt a new wave of arousal pour into him almost painfully.
The other boy didn't waste time and began to lower down on Mike's large shaft, his eyes fluttering, his lips parted to breath.
He hissed and Mike frowned.
"Take it slow babe, don't hurt yourself. Do you need more lube?"
Will shook his head, focused, his breathing deep and steady, sinking down Mike's lap.
"It's ok love," Mike soothed, running circles on Will's legs, "Breath and relax. You're doing great."
Mike's eyes fluttered as he felt his own member being squeezed by the sweet warmth his fingers only left moments ago.
Will's butt eventually touched his thighs and Mike found himself sheathed up to the hilt inside Will. His heart swelled with a sudden burst of affection and he brought this hand up to cup Will's face.
The other boy looked up at him, his eyes heavy and body trembling.
"What?" he asked with a small smile.
Mike shook his head, "Nothing. You're gorgeous that's all."
Will smirked coyly and grabbed Mike's hand to kiss the inside of his palm tenderly. Mike took a deep intake of air, his lungs burning with too much love.
"You ok?" Mike inquired softly.
Will nodded, "It feels good," he said and Mike felt a wave of contentment. Will's pleasure was the most important.
He began to move up and down above Mike and for the longest of time Mike's heavy eyes remained locked on him, on his flushed face, disheveled hair, soft pants, on his swollen red member regularly poking him in the stomach.
Minutes or hours could have passed and Mike would only remember looking at Will through the fog of pleasure that clouded his vision.
He straightened up to sit and gather Will in his arms, helping the boy bob on his lap, their mouths locked in hungry kisses, Mike nibbling his neck, cupping his lower back slick with sweat, feeling the curve of his ass rocking against this palms, going back and forth, back and forth in a frantic dance of need.
Will's rhythm died out and he panted heavily against Mike's shoulder.
The other boy grabbed Will's hips and pushed upward, lowering his own body down until Will's shaft came in contact with his tongue. Will moaned and began to buck into Mike's mouth, Mike gripping his spread buttocks in full hands, his fingers brushing against the slick rim.
He licked and suckled a bit, savoring Will taste, deepthroating him.
"Please Mike," Will whined, "Please, come back inside."
Mike growled at those words and flipped Will underneath him, assaulting his lips as Will wrapped his legs around his waist as high as he could.
"Wait," Mike said breaking the kiss and reaching up for a pillow that he slid under Will's bottom to lift him up.
Will smiled against his lips and they resumed kissing, hot and messy, teeth clenching, tongues poking.
"Please Mike…" Will panted, eyes rolling in the back of his head.
"Please what?" he teased again and Will glared at him, wiggling his butt against Mild heavy shaft. Mike's smile widened, "You're too cute when you're horny you know that!"
"Mike!"
Mike grinned and pushed back into the soft warmth and Will moaned and writhed.
He began to move into him more frantically, careful to hit Will's spot with each thrust, marveling at the fact that he actually was inside Will and that it was beautiful and magical and he felt good and humble, cursing all the ignorant fools telling him he'd go to Hell for it.
If he could make love to Will every minute of everyday, he gathered Hell couldn't be that much of a bad place after all.
Will reached between their bodies to wrap one hand around himself.
"Please Mike… Harder…" Will whispered weakly, bangs of hair stuck on his damp forehead, his mouth breathing incoherent moans.
He was close, Mike could tell.
He changed of angle and Will gasped, "Like this?"
"Yeah…" Will breathed, his hand stroking himself faster and faster, "Oh Mike…"
And Mike gasped, eyes locked on Will as his precious boy arched his back, his lips parted, his breath a ragged mess.
"Oh Mike… Oh…"
He came, his inner walls clenching painfully around Mike, hot seed spilled on his stomach, his face flushed and smiling in blissful abandon.
Mike sped up, eyes lost on Will's post orgasmic beauty. His head fell backwards, his eyes shut down and the boiling pressure in his belly exploded.
He remained frozen in himself for a few seconds, riding his orgasm off.
When he blinked his eyes open, Will was smiling at him, still dazed.
He slipped out of Will who winced, sore from their coupling. Mike knew how uncomfortable it felt when it was over and he took a few tissues from the nightstand to wipe him clean off bodily fluids, kissing the tip of his nose.
Will giggled, shaking his butt a bit to get to rid of the throbbing sensation and Mike gathered him in his arms lovingly.
"I love you Mike," Will said sleepily.
Mike swallowed and reached down to kiss him softly, "I love you too, bun. So much."
They kissed and rested against the other in silence, happy and content and Mike thought that even if his parents had told him it was possible to love someone that much, he wouldn't have believed them.
I hope you liked it.
There should be a second installment with Will's POV.
Don't hesitate to drop me a review ;)