Mom and dad pulled out of the hug pile that surrounded him. "Let's eat dinner before it gets too cold." Dad said. They sat back to their own respective seats and continued eating.
Nancy patted his back, "You should have got that money instead."
He chuckled then sniffled and wiped at his eyes embarrassed. Will went to the kitchen counter and came back with some napkins. He set most of them in the middle of the dinning table for everyone. He took a couple from off the top of the pile and handed them to Mike as he sat beside him again.
He gently took them from Will's hand with a small smile. He looked down to hide his runny nose and softly blew into the napkin. He balled it up and stuffed it into his jean pocket.
"Could someone pass the broccoli, please?" Will asked.
Mike's dad pushed the bowl to him after he took a few for himself. Will stabbed a couple of pieces with his fork and dropped it in on Mike's plate instead of his own.
"Here you go. You need the fiber." Will said with a smirk. Mike choked a little while he swallowed some food, after he realized what he was insinuating. Will patted his back as he gasped and coughed in his fist.
Ted leaned back in his chair and patted his bloated stomach, "Oh, that was delicious, my love. I'm stuffed."
Nancy took her plate to the sink and went over to quickly hug her parents from the back of their seats. "Thanks, mom. That was awesome." Nancy said.
She walked by the table to grab her pop star magazine and ruffled Mike's hair before heading upstairs.
Karen stood up and grabbed Ted's and her plates. She stacked them on top of each other and went into the kitchen. The sound of the faucet being turned on and plates clinking could be heard.
Will took his and Mike's plate in each hand to the sink. "Thank you for the dinner, Mrs. Wheeler." Will said as he came up next to her and placed the plates in the running sink.
She wiped her soapy wet hands on a small white towel by the sink, "You're more than welcome, Will. I haven't remembered a time that you and Mike haven't been joined by the hip. Since kindergarten, I think. It's not to far of a stretch that you two ended up dating. I guess it's more shocking that it didn't happen earlier, really." She pulled Will into a hug and he hugged back, "You're dating my son, so that practically makes you family now. Please call me, Karen. Mrs. Wheeler makes me sound like a history teacher or something."
He stepped out the hug and smiled, "Thank you, Karen." He said the name as if it were a new word he'd never spoken before.
She lightly pinched his cheek, "You're so adorable. I can see why Mike talks about you all the time." She gushed. He felt the familiar burn in his cheeks.
Mike interrupted, "I don't know what she's talking about. Anyways, it's pretty late out. Uh..Is it still ok if Will spends the night, even though we're dating now? If not, I'll walk him home or get a ride to his house."
"I don't mind. Will's a good kid. If it's alright with your mother and Will's."
Karen shrugged and replied, "I don't see why not. It's not unusual for you guys to spend the night at each others' house. You guys are dating now, but it's not like we have to worry about being grandparents soon."
Will rubbed his tingling face and glanced over to Mike groaning and burying his face into his folded arms on the oak dining table.
"You're gonna have to do your own laundry from now on." His mom added.
Mike looked up from his folded arms, his face burning, "Alright, mom."
Mike's parents went up stairs, presumably to their bedroom. Mike said he was gonna wash some of his dirty clothes. Will told Mike that he was gonna call his mom to ask her to spend the night. His mom never said no, it was more to let her know that he was ok. Ever since he was kidnapped by the Demorgon and taken to the Upside Down, she would be frantic if he came in late without a call or any notice ahead of time. So, Will picked up the phone and dialed. It rang a few times before his mom answered with a hello.
"Hey, mom. Would it be alright to spend the night at Mike's?"
"Sure, sweetheart. How was dinner?"
"Oh, Mike's mom made some really yummy spaghetti." He paused and used his index finger to play with the springy phone cord, "By the way, we told them about us. His parents and sister know that Mike and I are together."
"Oh, honey. I didn't think you guys would have mentioned it so soon. Your dad and I were dating for awhile before my mom found out. She never approved of him. I should've trusted her judgment. But despite that, I wouldn't change a thing. If I had, I wouldn't have had you and your brother in my life. I love you both so much."
"I love you too, mom."
"Aww, honey. Are you crying?"
"No."
"You're a horrible liar, you know that?" She chuckled. "Do you need me to bring you a blanket or sleeping bag?"
"Uh.. I think I can use Mike's blanket."
"They're not making you sleep in another room?"
He cleared his throat, "Oh, about that. They might of mentioned not having to worry about...being grandparents soon."
The phone was dead silent. Maybe his mom accidentally hung up or the line cut out. Laughter broke the silence, startling him, "I can see it now, you wearing a maternity shirt to cover your baby bump."
"Wait. Why am I the mom? Nevermind that. I gotta go. Goodnight, Mom."
"Goodnight, sweetheart."
Mike threw the dirty clothes from off his bed in the hamper in the corner of the room by the door. He bent down to pick up jeans, some underwear, a couple of Star Wars graphic tshirts in his arms before dumping them too. He bent down on his knees to grab some dust gathered socks from under the bed. He leaned back on the balls of his heels and threw them into the basket.
He almost forgot to grab the one thing he suspected contained a whole civilization. His special sock. Usually when he jerked off, he would use some tissues. But sometimes he would be out or if it was more of a spur of the moment thing. So, at times like those, he would use 'Spanky'. That was what he affectionately named the sock we would cum in. He was gonna name it 'Crusty', but that didn't sound cute at all. Also, it made him think about The Simpsons. He wasn't into jerking off about clowns. That spot was reserved for Will.
He found Spanky under the bed and threw it towards the basket. But then Will stepped into the room, Spanky hit the door with a soft thud and hit the floor.
Will closed the door behind him. He bent down and picked up Spanky, "Why is this hard and crusty?"
Mike bite his fist to keep from laughing, "That's my special sock." He said in a strained voice.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"You know." He made a jerking off motion.
Will's face turned into a scowl of disgust and then he chucked it back. He dodged out of the way just in time as it flew in a blur and smacked the wall behind him.
"I thought you were joking when you told me about that." He scraped his hands on his jeans.
He lifted Spanky between thumb and forefinger, walked over to the basket and dropped it. "I will always remember you, Spanky.' He saluted.
"Spanky?"
"His name was Spanky and he will be missed."
"What the fuck? Did you really name your cum sock?"
"Yeah. You should be sad, too."
"Uh...Why?"
"Because I think of you whenever I jerk off. So, in a way you're Spanky's mom."
"Why the hell does everyone think I'm a mom."
"You would make an adorable mom. Maybe I could try and get you pregnant." Mike made a motion to rub Will's stomach like he was expecting.
Will jumped back away, "Eww! Wash your cummy hands."
"I thought you liked my cum." Mike licked his lips suggestively.
"Yeah, but not your old crusty cum. I don't know how old that sock is. For all I know, you've had it since you discovered the joys of masturbation."
"Fine fine, let's wash our hands then."
Mike and Will sat on the edge of the bed playing Zelda. They would take turns when they died. They were doing another dungeon after just getting the master sword.
"I hate those stupid hand things that fall from the ceiling." Will said.
Mike just dodged another one of those bastards, "I know, right. Can't they just knock a few hearts down instead of take you all they way back to the beginning of the damn dungeon."
"You can't even kill them really. They just lure you in a false sense of security then bam. Another one drops on your head like a face hugger and whisks you away again." As soon as Will said that Link was just snatched out the air and brought to the first room of the dungeon.
"Fuck you, you stupid hand of evil levitation." Mike slammed the gray controller on the bed and it bounced a little.
"Hey, don't forget to save. Don't wanna start all over again." Will paused the menu and saved the game before turning off the console and TV and the controller by it.
Mike pulled some gray sweatpants out of a drawer and took off his jeans. His cute butt was framed by white briefs. It wasn't big, but was nice and perky. It complimented his slender form. He twitched in his jeans as he watched Mike bend down to pull his sweatpants up. He pulled off his shirt and replaced it with a black shirt that had the Star Wars logo on it.
Will didn't want a repeat of what happened with Nancy, so he locked the door quietly. "Hey, got something I could wear?"
"Huh? Umm...I don't think so. It won't fit you well, anyway." He turned around and rummaged through the drawer again. "Try this." He threw it behind his shoulder and Will caught it.
It was just a plain baby blue shirt that seemed a little too big. He held it over his torso and the hem reached about mid thigh. What the hell. He was just gonna use it as sleepwear. It's not like he was going out like that. For some reason he thought it was hot that he was wearing something of Mike's. His boyfriend's clothes, he giggled at that.
He stripped out of his shirt and slipped on the big blue one. Just like he checked earlier, it reached about mid thigh. He was already super short and wearing a shirt a size or two bigger than he really was made him feel like a little kid again.
There was music coming through the window. It was muffled by the window being closed. Mike opened the window and the music became clearer. It sounded familiar to Will. He realized it was a love song by Mariah Carey, I'll Be There. His mom liked her music and he secretly liked it too. He was just to embarrassed to admit he liked her songs.
Mike stood in front of him with a hand out for him, "Care to dance with me?"
"I would love to." Will grabbed his hand and threaded their fingers together.
Mike wrapped his arms around him and pulled him flush against his body. The just stood there and gently swayed side to side gently. He laid his head on Mike's shoulder and inhaled his natural scent.
"When I heard the music, it reminded me what you told me." Mike said.
"And what was that?"
"Our middle school dance. The one that you wanted to dance with me, but was too scared to ask."
"Hey, you were too. If I knew that, maybe I would've asked you. I could deal with the teasing and name calling. I'm used to that, but I'd hate myself if you got hurt because of me."
"We were both afraid. I'm not anymore. We're not anymore. We have each other and our families support us. I feel different now, a good different. Like a pressure in my chest I didn't know was there, is suddenly gone."
"I know the feeling. It was as if I couldn't completely breath, and now I can. I feel lighter somehow. Like I'm in a dream. Please don't let this be a dream."
Mike held Will's face and leaned in to kiss him deeply, "If this is a dream, then I'm dreaming too." The music had stopped awhile ago, but they kept swaying to the music in their heart.