Mike woke up to blinding sunlight and birds singing outside his window. He scooted to Will's sleeping form and embraced his back, Mike's face pressed into his soft brown hair that covered his neck. Will stirred and placed his hands over Mike's that he had wrapped over his stomach.

"Good morning, Will."

Will yawned, "Morning. What time is it?"

"I dunno, but I'm hungry."

"Oh? Hungry for what?" Will said suggestively.

"What do you have in mind?" Mike said as he sprinkled kisses on Will's neck.

Will took his hand and guided it down to his hardening erection, "Wanna test out your theory if you could replace food?"

Mike's cock twitched and started to harden while he was pressed against Will's butt while they spooned. He couldn't help, but roll his hips. He was fully hard in his sweatpants while he groped Will through his tightening jeans. Will turned around in his arms and began unbuttoning. Mike pulled off his sweatpants and helped Will pull the jeans off his legs.

Will brushed his shaggy black hair from his sweaty forehead and cupped the side of his face. He closed his eyes as Will leaned in for a small kiss. He felt a small kiss to the side of his lips instead.

Mike opened his eyes, wondering why Will didn't properly kiss him. "Don't wanna kill you with my dragon breath." He said as if reading his thoughts.

Mike smiled in understanding and returned the kiss to the side of Will's warm smile. Will hooked his thumbs in his white briefs and pulled them over his dick. It sprang lose and jutted away from his body. He shuffled out of them and they joined the sweatpants on the floor.

Mike did the same for Will and slipped the boxer briefs off his shorter legs. Salty sweet liquid pooled at the tip of Will's foreskin as it pointed towards his cute belly button. Mike coaxed him to lay back with a hand on his chest while planting slow kisses down his soft stomach. He blew a raspberry next to his adorable belly button to make a loud wet farting sound.

Will giggled, "That tickles."

"Does this?" Will's nimble fingers made their way through his hair to graze his scalp as he took him all the way in his mouth. The salty sweet tang spilled on his tongue. Mike held Will's small hips down to stop his from thrusting. He inhaled Will's musk when his nose brushed against his trimmed pubes.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna-" Will groaned and his grip tightened in his hair. He felt him twitch and began shooting in his mouth. Warm bitterness hit his taste buds and he swallowed after he felt him stop. He was so hard and the sensation of Will shooting his load in his mouth was so overwhelming that he began to shoot too. He groaned deep around Will's softening dick.

Will panted, "Sorry for not much of a warning. I didn't think I was gonna cum so fast."

"You're not alone." Mike said catching his breath.

"What do ya mean?" Will asked as he wiped his sweaty bangs out of his eyes.

"Uh...I did too." Mike rubbed his heated face. He looked down to see the mess he made on his blanket. He glanced back up and Will shifted into a sitting position. He noticed below Mike was a sizable puddle of jizz on the blanket, under his now flaccid dick.

"You came already?" Will asked.

"Umm...yeah."

"But you didn't even touch yourself."

"That's never happened before." Mike confessed.

"….Fuck, that's hot." Will said.

"Really?"

"No." Will tried to look serious, then couldn't help but break out into a smile.

"Looks like I really need to do laundry now." They both laughed at that.

Will struggled to take the last bite out of his pancakes that Karen had made for breakfast. It was dry and scratched his throat when he swallowed. He took a big gulp of milk from Mike' cup. He even covered the pancake in watery syrup, but it did little for it because the pancake was burnt dry.

"How's the pancakes, Will?" Karen asked. She cut a piece of her own equally burnt pancakes with a fork and butter knife and plopped it into her mouth.

Will hated to lie, but he forced a smile as he said, "It's good. Thank you Karen."

"Would you like some more?" She asked with a genuine smile back at him.

"Oh no, that's alright. I'm pretty full as is." He patted his normal sized belly.

Mike knew he was obviously lying to his mom because he snorted softly next to him when he said that. Will responded with a swift side kick to Mike's shin. He muttered out an ow and dropped a piece of bacon he was about to bite on. Mike shifted his head slightly in his direction with an odd smirk and gleam in his eyes.

Suddenly, his crotch was groped from under the heavy oak table. His whole face burned so hot that he started to sweat. Despite that most of his blood must be in his cheeks, some of it went elsewhere. Fortunately or not, Mike's actions weren't obvious to his mom, as they sat practically shoulder to shoulder.

Mike was just nonchalantly drinking his milk with his left hand while the right one was rubbing his hardening dick. Will wanted him to stop, so he pinched his groping hand hard. Mike spilled his cup of milk on the table with a thud.

Will bolted up before the milk spilled off the edge onto him. He was grateful that the larger blue shirt covered his growing problem. He was furious and embarrassed that Mike pulled a stunt like that in front of his mom. Without a word, he opened the front door of the Wheeler household. Mike called out to him just before he slammed the door behind him.

He fucked up. He fucked up big time. His mom handed him some paper towels to clean up the mess he made. She was confused and asked why Will was so mad that he left without saying anything. He couldn't tell her that he practically jerked Will off in front of her. That wouldn't go well. Why the hell did he not think before he acted. He was being a horrible boyfriend, if he still was one after that major fuck up. He threw away the soiled paper towels in the kitchen trashcan.

He mumbled out a 'thanks for breakfast' before he made his way to the restroom. He glared at his reflection, his vision blurred by burning tears that fell down his red cheeks. "You're a horrible, insensitive boyfriend. Will deserves way more than you. He's kind, sweet, funny, smart. A smile that can light up the darkest of caves. He's loyal to a fault. Willing to go the extra mile for his friends. He has one of the biggest hearts I know of." He clutched a hand over his broken heart.

Will didn't mean to slam the door as he left, but he was just so pissed off at Mike. What the hell was he thinking? Why the fuck would he do that in front of his mom? He gets that they're both hormonal teenagers, but come on. He couldn't lie and say he never thought about groping Mike in public, but not his in front of his family.

At first, he wanted to go home, but he didn't want to explain to his mom why he was so mad. Although, he was furious at Mike right now, he knew it would be disastrous if his mom found out the reason. She would go into full mother hen mode and pluck one or both of Mike's eyes out. Those pretty dark eyes of his. He wondered if he was crying his eyes out as he wiped at his own threatening to fall. He decided to go to the one place he called his own and made his way into the forest to Castle Byers.

When he walked up to Castle Byers, he ran a hand over the small branches that made up the small fort. He remembered how Mike and him had spent nearly a week gathering branches and sticks to build it. How their hands got messy playing with the yellow paint before coming up with the name and painting the sign. So many of his memories involved Mike. Most were good, but some were bad. Not necessarily because of Mike. Like how his father called him a fag and Mike defended him. He figured that should be considered a good memory, but also a sad one. Perhaps those were more like bittersweet memories.

He pulled the blanket that covered the entrance aside as he stepped in. It's times like these that he's glad that he's so short. He doesn't have to crouch down that far while he's standing inside the small fort. He sat down in the corner to get more comfortable and spread his legs out. Life isn't all good, nor is it all bad. Nothing is perfect, no matter how much you want it to be. He knew he wasn't perfect, so he shouldn't expect Mike to be either.

Mike knew he made a mistake. What do ya do when you make one? You try and fix it if you can. He splashed warm water on his face and looked at his reflection. He said out loud, "You can do this, Michael."
He changed out of his gray sweatpants and into some clean black jeans. Slipped on his shoes and made his way downstairs. His mom was still downstairs, putting away the washed dishes in the dish rack.

"Hey, mom. I'm going out." He announced.

"Wait, Michael." She wiped her hands on a small towel and turned to face him, "Is this about, Will?"

"Yeah, I messed up mom. I need to find him and fix this." His hands were trembling, so he stuffed them in his pockets.

She embraced him warmly with a hand on his head holding him close, "Oh honey, I don't know what you did. You don't have to tell me the details, but I see now how much Will means to you. You've been through a lot together and I'm sure you'll get through this too."

Tears trailed down his face as he blinked, "Thanks mom. I hope so. I love you."

"I love you too, Michael. Now go get your boyfriend back."

Will was reading a Batman comic when the he heard the sound of leaves being crunched outside the fort. He assumed it was probably a stray dog or cat until be heard a throat being cleared. He couldn't really see well through the branches, but he guessed it was Mike.

"I'm not sure if you're in there or I'm just out here talking to myself. Like the idiot that I am. If you are in there, you don't have to come out. Please let me say what I need to say, then whatever happens next is up to you." Mike said then inhaled deeply.

"I really fucked up. That much is obvious to me now. I didn't think before I acted. I didn't think about how you would feel. This is all new to me. I've never been in a relationship before, but that's no excuse for what I've done. I let my hormones do the thinking instead of my heart. You deserve so much. I didn't treat you like you're special. Because that's what you are. Special. You're amazing. You think of others before yourself. You bring out the best in those around you. Your smile is bright like the sun and warms the coldest nights. You're talented with your drawings, there's so much emotion in them that they come to life."

He paused for a bit and chuckled solemnly, "I really hope I'm not just pouring out my heart to the squirrels." Will bit back a chuckle as tears poured down his face.

"...I wanted you to know that...I'm a shitty boyfriend. If I still am one after the total shit storm I created. Now that I got that off my chest, I guess I'll be heading back home then..." The sound of leaves being smashed fading slowly.

"Mike." Will choked out, sniffling and swiped at his puffy eyes. He stopped hearing movement outside, so he poked his head out to see if Mike was still there. He stood a few meters away with his back to him. His head hung low in defeat with his hands visibly shaking, even from this distance.

Will ran up throwing his arms around his back, holding him tightly. "I'm sorry, Mikey," He pressed the side of his face into his back. The warm body heat seeped in his skin and Mike's natural scent calmed him as he inhaled.

"You're sorry?" Mike asked confused and turned around.

Will grabbed the back of his neck and gave him a deep kiss, "I'm sorry that I overrated, we all make some dumb mistakes. Granted that little stunt you pulled was very embarrassing, to say the least. Next time you're feeling horny, we should probably find a better place for that. I know I'm hot, but try not to grope me in front of your mom. Or my mom either. Okay, preferably not in front of anybodies' mom. We don't need a repeat of what happened in your basement." Mike laughed softly and hugged him.

He pulled away and held Will's hands, "I promise to be a better boyfriend in the future. You know what? We should go somewhere. I realized that we haven't been on a proper date yet. What do people do on dates again? A dinner and a movie?"

"Honestly, I'd rather go to the arcade or something at the mall. I like movies, but I think the theater is a little too crowded for my tastes. We could use the money my mom gave us." Will suggested.

"Sounds like a great idea. Let's go to Starcourt Mall. I heard Steve works at an ice cream shop, I think. Maybe we could get some free ice cream or at least an employee discount."