What's up internet fuckers, it's Supernova8812 coming at you with the first of what will hopefully be many Stranger Things smut one-shots!
I haven't posted anything for a long time, and nothing on this account, though I have requested some one-shots from other authors that write those collection things. I figured since there are plenty of those, and I can't write them for shit, I'll stick to the smut stories. They won't be just smut though, I'm a porn-with-plot kind of writer, so the fucking is part of a narrative, I just need the fucking to make the rest happen.
I'm very open to different kinds of smut, though I do have some restrictions: I won't do adults with kids, blood play, scat play, or anything like that. I also try to stay away from rape, unless it's staged rape, cause consent is key. Other than that, I'm willing to do different fetish stories. I won't promise I can do them all justice, my experience only goes so far, but I'll do my best. If there's something you want to read, send me a prompt, either review or PM, and I'll get the fucking underway.
Prompt: Will is back from the Upside Down, but he doesn't know how to thank his friends for never giving up on him
"As you walk through the darkness, you start to hear it," Mike says, his eyes just visible over the top of his screen. "Like metal dragging across stone, endless, and coming straight toward you."
"It's gonna be the Yuan-ti Queen, I just know it," Dustin groans. "If it's the Yuan-ti Queen then we're so screwed."
"It's not gonna be the Yuan-ti Queen," Lucas responds, if only to disagree.
Will has a strange sense of deja vu from the scene before him. It's almost the same as their campaign before the Demogorgon had shown up, and it sends a cold shiver down Will's spine.
"Out of the shadows, now filled with the same sound, you start to hear a hiss," Mike continues, drawing Will's attention back. "The Yuan-ti Queen!"
All three boys groan, knowing their characters probably won't make it through this battle at half health.
"I knew it," Dustin says. "I fucking knew it, I told you it would be the Yuan-ti Queen, didn't I?"
"Oh shut up," Lucas tells him. "Does it really matter? We're all gonna die if we can't pull a miracle out of our asses."
"The Queen has no time for your silly bickering!" Mike interjects, cutting them off. "She slithers toward you at full speed, drawing twin scimitar to slice you to pieces! Will, your action!"
"Uh, um," Will stutters, trying to figure out what to do. Another wave of deja vu.
"Cast Fireball!" Lucas shouts, just like last time.
"No, cast protection!" Dustin yells, louder than Lucas.
Another cold shiver runs down Will's spine when they shout the same things as their last campaign. They're higher level now, but Will isn't about to make the same mistake he did the last time.
"I cast Wall of Force!" Will decides, trying to be heard over his friends.
"The Queen slams into an invisible barrier, blocking the tunnel between you!" Mike narrates, not missing a beat. "You're safe, for now…"
"Well then let's get out of here," Lucas suggests. "Will, how long can you concentrate on that spell for?"
"Ten minutes," Will answers, taking a deep breath. "But the range only goes up to a hundred and twenty feet."
"Do you have any more spell slots to cast it again?" Dustin asks. "Cause the entrance was only, like, three hundred feet back, if I'm remembering our distances correctly at least."
Mike nods at his guess, and then all eyes turn back to Will.
"I can do it once more, but that's it," Will answers. "Even if I could get a slot back, I only have one more pinch of the gem powder I need."
"Okay, then here's what we're gonna do," Dustin says, bringing the attention back to himself. "We move as far as we can before Will has to let go of the spell, and then we book it down the tunnel. Once we can see the entrance, Will casts the spell again so we can get out."
"That just puts us in another tunnel to get out of," Lucas points out. "The Queen's gonna follow us."
"Then let's use the last charge on that fancy hammer you're carrying," Dustin suggests, slightly bitter. "If we cast earthquake down here, it should collapse the tunnel behind us, and maybe even crush the Queen if we're lucky."
"And it could bring everything above us down too, and crush us to death," Lucas retorts. "I thought we were trying not to die?"
"I could teleport us," Will offers, not wanting to get in the middle of their argument. "It's a fifth level spell, just like Wall of Force, I just need some time to prepare it."
Dustin and Lucas both look at Will like he's grown a second head.
"Why didn't you say that sooner?" Lucas questions. "We wouldn't have had to listen to Dustin's crappy ideas."
"The Queen slams into the barrier again, still trying to get to you!" Mike announces before a real argument starts. "You've spent five minutes arguing, use your time wisely."
"I start drawing the sigils for Teleportation Circle," Will tells him. "It's supposed to take about one minute to cast."
Mike nods, checking his reference guides.
"I'll say it takes three minutes to draw, and one minute to cast," Mike decides. "Where are you teleporting to?"
"King Tristan's circle, where his elite guards are stationed," Will responds, stressing the part about the guards. Hopefully that deters the Queen from trying to follow them as soon as Will isn't around to concentrate on the barrier.
"The Queen tries desperately to breach the barrier again, to no avail!" Mike declares. "As you step into the circle, you can just catch her turning back down the tunnel she came from!"
"We survived!" Dustin exclaims.
"Yeah, but we didn't get the artifact," Lucas points out.
"Considering it's in a Yuan-ti temple, surrounded by an entire colony, they're welcome to have it," Dustin retorts. "We'd need a literal army to get through that."
Lucas rolls his eyes, though silently agrees. Mike ends their session with a report to King Tristan, who is disappointed, but glad they survived.
"I'm beat," Mike says once he packs all of his equipment away for the night. "That took eight hours."
"It's not our fault you made it impossible," Lucas tells him, laying down on the couch where he'd been sitting.
"It wasn't impossible," Mike responds defensively. "You just decided to use your earthquake hammer inside their nest, instead of using stealth."
Lucas rolls his eyes again, and Dustin sighs, stretching out on his sleeping bag. Will sits contentedly, glad they'd been able to play just like normal. It's been too long since they were able to do that.
Once everything is put away, and the table is pushed to the edge of the basement, the boys lay out their sleeping bags on the floor. Thanksgiving break gives them plenty of time for a sleepover, which Will's mom had been almost overjoyed to hear about, trying to get Will back to some sense of normal again.
Still, laying in his sleeping bag in hand-me-down pajamas that are still a little too big for Will's body, he doesn't feel normal. He still has nightmares about what happened, and he can sometimes still feel the slime, and the dirt, and the cold on his skin when he thinks about it for too long.
His friends are a big help though, keeping Will sane through it all. They'd never given up on him, and as soon as he'd woken up in the hospital, they'd come charging in to see him. There's no way he could ever say thank you enough to them, for everything they've done.
He wishes he could show them though, that he could do something for them to tell them how grateful he is. Coming out of this terrifying experience had actually helped him, in some ways, with figuring out who he is, who Will Byers really is.
"Hey guys," Will says quietly, though it's clear to hear in the silence of the basement. He sits up so he can see them. "Can I tell you something?"
"Of course," Mike replies, sitting up on his bag immediately. "Anything."
"It's kind of personal, and I'm not really sure who to tell," Will continues nervously, looking down at his fingers. "So I thought you guys would be a good start."
"What, are you gonna tell us you finally lost your v-card?" Dustin jokes, sitting up as well. "Come on, Will, after everything we've been through now, you shouldn't be scared to tell us something."
"Dude, chill, he's just nervous," Lucas interjects, shooting a short glare at Dustin. "Take your time, Will, no rush."
Will nods, taking a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. Once he says it, there's no going back. They might stop being friends with him because of it, but Will has a hopeful spark in his chest that they won't. Three sets of eyes are on Will as he finally looks up at them.
"I'm gay," He tells them, short and to the point. "I don't like girls the same way I like other boys."
Will's heart races as he watches their reactions, threatening to burst out of his chest. All of their eyes go wide, and they all start to look back at him differently than they were a few seconds ago.
"That's, um, that's great," Mike manages to reply, grabbing at words to string together. "That you know, I mean."
"Yeah, really great," Dustin agrees, smiling at his friend, though Will can tell it's more strained than his other smiles. "Just don't let Troy know."
Lucas remains silent a little longer than the others, which Will takes great notice of, a vise constricting around his heart.
"When did you figure it out?" The boy asks when he finally speaks.
"After one of my sessions," Will answers, not sure how to read Lucas. "A few weeks ago, I think. I just haven't been able to tell anyone, until now."
"So we're the first ones you've told?" Lucas questions, to which Will nods. "Then thanks, for trusting us."
It feels like a hundred tons are lifted from Will's shoulders with those words. Mike and Dustin are both smiling at him, real smiles, like they always used to be. This is better than Will ever could have expected.
"Thanks guys, for everything," Will says, resisting the urge to tear up. "No matter what, I can always count on you guys, so thank you."
"You don't have to thank us, Will," Mike insists. "We're your friends, we've got your back, now and forever."
"Now and forever," Lucas and Dustin agree, not arguing for once.
Will grins at them, relief and joy blossoming in his chest and spreading to every inch of his body. He'd been so worried about telling them for weeks now, but it had all been for nothing, they accepted him like they always have.
"Guess you're gonna be losing a different v-card than the rest of us, huh?" Dustin jokes, only for Lucas hit him in the chest.
"Come on, man, we don't need to talk about that," He says, which promptly starts another argument between them.
Will's mind is already racing though. He has an idea for how to finally thank his friends, for everything they did for him. He can show them, if they let him.
"I could...help you guys," Will murmurs, which gets them to listen again, if only to understand what he says. "Lose a different v-card."
For the second time, three sets of eyes widen as they stare at Will. The small boy tries to shrink smaller under their gaze, but doesn't look away.
"Are you being serious?" Mike asks, still trying to process the offer.
"That's a joke, right?" Lucas questions.
"Well if it is, your delivery needs work," Dustin adds, though he can't seem to look away from Will, still shocked.
"It's not a joke," Will tells them, shocking them again. "I've been trying to figure out how to thank you guys for helping rescue me, and so far this is the first thing that would mean enough."
"Woah, Will," Mike says, holding up his hands. "You know you don't have to thank us, let alone do...this."
"I know I don't have to, this is just something I want to do, for you guys," Will insists. "I'm alive because you guys never gave up on me, so this doesn't even compare to what I feel like I need to do."
The other three boys shoot looks at each other, none of them really knowing how to respond. None of them have any experience in this area, the most experienced one being Mike because he'd had the balls to kiss Eleven. This, though, this is beyond anything but fantastical daydreams to them.
"I kind of know what I'm doing," Will explains, getting their attention again. "I practiced a few times with a cucumber and a condom, so it's not like I've never done it before. I've just never done it with another person."
The basement is silent for several long moments, Will fighting the urge to blush like a traffic light under his friends' stares. Eventually, Mike is the one to speak,
"I...I'm not sure how much you've really thought about this," He says delicately. "But as your best friend, I can't let you make stupid decisions without me."
The spark in Will's chest gets fanned by Mike's words.
"So you'll…?" Will questions, not completing the sentence, but they all know where he was going with it.
"Yes," Mike finally states, clearly and definitively. "I will."
The spark blossoms into a flame, filling Will with warmth once more. Mike still seems uneasy, but Will can see the genuine care in his eyes.
"Well, if Mike's in, then so am I," Dustin declares. "Can't let him always have all the fun, right?"
"You guys are crazy," Lucas tells them, looking pointedly at them all, and then he sighs. "But I guess we all are now, so I'm in too. But this never leaves the party, alright? We don't talk about it after tonight."
"Agreed," The other three boys say in unison.
"So…" Mike says, more than a little awkwardly. "What do we...do?"
"Well you need to take your pants off, for one," Will tells him, managing a nervous laugh. "And then, just leave it to me."
"Can we move?" Lucas requests before anyone does anything. "If anyone opens that door, then they'll see everything."
"Oh my god, if your parents see us, Mike," Dustin murmurs, his eyes going wide. "Or your sister."
"Don't put that in my head," Mike retorts, standing up. "We can go behind the stairs, then we have a safety window if anyone checks on us."
The other boys nod, some more uneasy about the whole plan than others. They quietly move from their sleeping bags to the lesser-used space behind the stairs.
"So do we stand, or…?" Dustin questions, looking at their smallest friend.
"Stand, it'll be easier that way," Will answers, a cloud of butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. This is more than he ever thought he'd be able to do, let alone with his best friends.
With a last breath to steady himself, Will pulls his pajama shirt over his head, dropping it behind him and trying not to shiver at the sudden loss of warmth. The other three boys around him soon follow suit, leaving them all in a shirtless circle, Mike and Will across from one another, and Lucas and Dustin facing each other.
Will fumbles a little with the strings on his pajama pants, his nerves making his fingers a little numb. Eventually though, he pants fall to the floor, the elastic long since given out, leaving Will naked before his friends. They're all taller than him, by half a head at least, or a whole head in Mike's case, so he has to look up to see their eyes.
Swallowing nervously, Will steps out of his fallen pajama pants, putting him only a few inches from Mike. He lowers himself onto his knees, putting his head about level with his friends' waists. Will tries to keep his breathing steady as he waits, not wanting to rush them into this.
Mike is the first to start moving again, the boys having been frozen as they watched Will strip before them. It's not like they've never seen each other naked before, it's just been a long time since then. With slightly shaking hands, Mike pulls down the waistband of his sweats, letting them pool around his ankles, revealing himself to the rest of the party.
The first thing Mike notices once his pants go down is Will's breath hitting him, a hot puff every few seconds. Then he sees Will's eyes, fixed on what had just been unveiled before him.
Lucas and Dustin soon follow suit, earning similar stares from Will as they do. None of them dare to speak, their eyes on Will, Will's eyes on them, but none of them looking at each other.
When Will's head starts to move forward, toward Mike, they all start to hold their breath, whether they notice or not. With less than an inch between his face and Mike's soft flesh, he closes the distance to kiss it, pressing his lips to the head. Then Will's tongue darts out, dragging across the skin like an ice cream cone. Mike's breath hitches at the contact and he tenses, starting to breathe once more when Will does it again, covering as much area as his tongue can reach.
Meanwhile, Will's hands reach out on either side of him, finding and wrapping around the other two packages under his care. Will barely hears the breaths they take, the blood in his ears rushing too loudly to make anything out.
He can feel all three starting to stiffen, Mike's more quickly than the other two. The hardening flesh finds its way into Will's mouth, where his tongue continues to work it over, tracing patterns known only to Will's instincts. Mike gasps when Will's lips close around the head, the sheer warmth sending a shiver up his spine.
Will continues his work diligently, his hands working up and down to cover the growing flesh. Mike continues to expand into his mouth, and Will doesn't move his head yet, keeping just his tongue in motion. It all works fine, until Mike hits his uvula, making Will abruptly stop his efforts to cough and splutter. He releases all three dicks at once, almost falling back onto his butt in surprise.
"Will, I'm so sorry!" Mike exclaims, kneeling to check on his friend. "Did I hurt you? Are you okay?"
Will nods, trying to cough the last bit of feeling out of his throat. He'd done that accidentally a few times during practice, when he tried to take too much of the cucumber in his mouth at once.
"Yeah, I'm fine," He says, clearing his throat again. "You're just...bigger, than I was expecting…"
Mike blushes hard at that, but has a strange feeling of pride in his chest. He's only about five inches, which is supposedly average, but now he feels like a real stud.
"Now stand up," Will orders, situating himself again. "Unless you're planning to join me."
Quicker than he's ever moved before, Mike is on his feet, which Will lets himself laugh at on the inside. All of his friends are fully erect now, Lucas about the same size as Mike, and Dustin maybe a half an inch smaller, if that. Not wasting another moment, Will starts up again, though now he shifts one hand to Mike, taking Lucas into his mouth instead.
Lucas groans immediately when the warmth of Will's mouth encompasses him, Mike looking a little jealous to have lost it, and Dustin wanting to know what it feels like more than ever. Will's hands pump up and down, Mike's slick skin making a slight sucking sound when he goes over the head. The bowl haired boy's head starts to bob, up and down along the first few inches of Lucas' flesh, which makes the boy throw his head back with another groan.
"Ah, fuck," Lucas groans. "This is awesome, Will."
The words spur Will on even more, bobbing and stroking faster than before, sending new waves of pleasure through his friends. This is exactly how he'd wanted his friends to feel.
Lucas is breathing heavily when Will switches again, giving Dustin his much anticipated turn. The curly haired boy groans even louder than Lucas had, which makes Mike nervous that someone will hear them.
"I don't know how much longer I can go," Dustin groans, wishing he could enjoy this moment a lot longer.
"Same here," Lucas agrees, Will's efforts having sent him further than he'd ever gotten on his own.
"I think I still have a little bit left," Mike says with his newfound confidence, though he's just as close as his friends are.
Will switches again, back to Mike, though he starts to go between them faster, trying to give them all what they really want. The scent of saliva is heavy around Will, and he probably has it all around his mouth now.
"When you guys are ready," Will tells them, letting Dustin's cock fall from his lips as he speaks, though he replaces it with a hand. "I want it all in my mouth, so try not to get it everywhere."
With that he takes Mike in his mouth again, sending more waves through his body.
"Ah, I'm there Will!" Dustin pants, his face scrunching up as he tries to hold it back.
"Ngh, me too," Lucas groans, stepping closer next to Mike to reach Will's mouth.
"I'm...gonna…" Mike moans, Will still going strong on him. "Cum!"
At the word, Will pulls back and opens his mouth, letting Mike's head rest on his bottom lip as it starts to blow. The first spurt flies clear over Will's mouth, splattering over his nose, right eye, and forehead. The second, just as strong, goes right in, quickly followed by a third, and then a fourth.
Just as Mike seems at the height of his orgasm, Lucas and Dustin finally reach their limits, Will's hands furiously jacking them off until they blow as well. Spurt after spurt of cum flies into Will's waiting mouth from all directions, until the boys finally run out, stepping back with heavy breaths to observe their friend.
Aside from Mike's first spurt, of a hearty six, almost all of it made it into Will's mouth, barring a little splatter around his lips. His cheeks glisten with saliva splatter, filled to capacity with sticky white cum. They can see Will's tongue swirling around in it, which is strangely appealing, until he closes his mouth.
It takes two big gulps to get it down, plus another after Will licks his lips clean. He shows his empty mouth to them, pink tongue sticking out. Will's shoulders rise and fall with each pant, his chest puffing in and out from lack of oxygen.
"That was…" Mike pants, having stepped back to lean against a table. "Amazing."
"I know you could only do so much," Dustin observes. "But once you get more practice in, whatever boyfriend you find is gonna be damn lucky."
Will, still panting, face covered in cum and saliva, smiles at the compliment. The idea of someday finding a boyfriend is Will's most fervent daydream, and the one he knows is least likely to come true, especially here in Hawkins.
Then, because everything had been going too well, the door opens.
"Michael?" Mrs. Wheeler calls, all eyes in the basement going wide.
"We're still here, mom!" Mike responds, quickly grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head. "Just doing some D&D stuff!"
"Where are you?" She asks, taking a step down the stairs, sending panic through them all.
"We needed more space, so we went behind the stairs," Mike tells her, showing his face through the side of the stairs, praying his mother doesn't see that he isn't wearing pants.
"Well, your father and I are going to sleep," His mother informs him. "Try not to stay up too late, you guys still have school on Monday."
"We won't," Mike promises, anything to make her leave already. "Goodnight."
He curses himself silently, he never says goodnight to his mother, ever.
"Goodnight," She responds, not saying anything if she has suspicions.
With that she turns and goes back up the stairs, closing the door behind her. All the boys let out a heavy sigh they'd been holding back.
"That was close," Lucas says, sinking to the floor in relief.
"Too close," Dustin agrees, doing the same across from Lucas.
Will just nods, his mind still focused on his objective, and his blood filled with all kinds of chemicals because of it.
"If you guys still want to keep going," He murmurs, getting their attention again. "I'm ready when you are."
"There's more?" Dustin question disbelievingly.
"You mean…?" Mike asks, looking down at his still-kneeling friend.
"Yes," Will confirms. "There's nobody I'd rather lose it to, if you still want to."
"I'm not so sure about this," Lucas says. "Using your mouth is one thing, but this is more...personal. It just seems like too much."
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to," Will assures him. "But I'm going to offer, so it's up to you."
"Like I said, I can't let you do anything stupid without me," Mike responds, pulling his shirt off again. "So I'm in."
He doesn't say it, but he's also still really horny after what just happened, and seeing his cum slowly sliding down Will's face is a massive turn on for him. This is the best he's felt in weeks, thanks to Will.
"Give me a few minutes and we'll see," Dustin decides. "I don't know how Mike has so much energy, but I don't."
"It's been a while since I...you know," Mike replies, to which the other boys nod. That would explain why Mike had cum so much before, he's been saving it up.
"Well, whenever you're ready," Will informs him, somehow with even more butterflies than the last time.
"Don't you want to clean yourself up first?" Mike asks. "And is there anything we need to do? To, like, get ready?"
"Unless you have lube laying around somewhere, there's not much we need" Will responds, standing up. He tries not to blush under his friends' collective gaze as he walks to the bathroom, his dick standing as erect as possible in front of him.
Will closes the door behind him and lets out a big pent up breath. He'd just sucked three dicks at the same time, all belonging to his best friends, and now he's about to lose his virginity to Mike. Once upon a time this would have been everything he wanted, before he got stuck in the Upside Down. Ever since he started having crushes, he's had a crush on Mike, the single person in the world who's been able to understand him without needing to try. Mike could have just asked him to do this, and Will probably would have bent over the D&D table for him right then and there.
Now here he is, wiping Mike's cum off his face, still warm, and letting it rest on his tongue as he splashes water on his face. It tastes a little salty, but mostly it tastes like the way Mike smells, and Will almost doesn't want to swallow it and lose the flavor forever.
Compromising, Will starts his preparations for Mike, triple checking that he's as clean as he can possibly be. If he'd known this is where the night was going, he'd have showered much more thoroughly before. Still, reaching in with the toilet paper helps to stretch him out a little, until he can fit three fingers inside with only a little bit of stretch. He's the smallest member of the party, without contest, which he'd always assumed would mean he has the smallest penis and smallest hole. He's confirmed the former tonight, praying that he catches up once he hits his growth spurt, and he can only continue to assume the latter.
Mike's about the same width as the cucumber had been, aside from the head, so Will should be fine there, but he'd never gone more than two or three inches in, so this is definitely going to be an experience for him. Once he's satisfied with his preparations, he gives his hands a last wash to be sure, looks in the mirror again, swallows, and then heads back out to where his friends are waiting. Despite how long he'd been gone, Will's dick is still rock hard, and showing no signs of going down.
"Ready?" Will asks, going back to his spot by his pajamas.
Mike follows him, definitely nervous for what he's about to do. Will smiles at him before kneeling again, this time facing away from Mike, and then leaning down on his hands, presenting his butt to his best friend. Mike stares at it like it's some priceless artifact, not daring to touch it, or even breathe too hard in its direction.
"It's okay, Mike," Will promises. "You can touch me. You can do whatever you want right now, however you want to do it."
That's a lot of authority to give to someone no more versed in sex than Will himself, but he trusts Mike not to hurt him. Even if he does, Will might enjoy it.
With tentative hands, Mike reaches out to touch Will's butt, laying a hand on either cheek. Will's skin is smooth and unblemished, though there isn't a lot underneath it considering how skinny Will is. Everywhere Mike touches feels like fire, pure ecstatic fire that fills Will's veins and makes his mind devoid of all else.
Drawing on his new confidence, Mike grabs both cheeks, which makes Will groan, moving the cheeks apart to reveal Mike's goal. Will's hole is small and puckered, a little pink from the stretching he'd given it in the bathroom, and it flexes as Mike watches, as if inviting him in.
"You should really do something to lube him up," Lucas points out, breaking into Mike's sultry daze.
"Well I don't have any," Mike responds, keeping his grip on Will's cheeks. "So how do you propose I do that?"
"You could hack a loogie onto him," Dustin suggests. "Technically it's a viscous liquid, so it would help a little bit."
Mike's not so sure, trying to think of any alternative, but no convenient ones come to mind. Will had said he could do anything, but still, this seems like going too far.
"Do it, Mike," Will murmurs, his eyes closed as he groans. "Just do it."
With permission granted, Mike does as suggested, though he still feels a little guilty when he does. It's a real monster loogie too, and he can feel Will shiver when it hits his sensitive skin. Out of reasons to stall, Mike positions himself closer to Will, resting his dick between Will's spread cheeks.
Something still doesn't feel right to Mike, though. If he's going to be Will's first, then he needs to do this for Will, not to him.
"Turn over," Mike orders, pulling back and letting go of Will's butt. "On your back."
Will complies, turning onto his back and looking up at Mike kneeling over him. This position is infinitely more vulnerable for Will to be in, and for some reason that makes it even better.
Mike's hands move to Will's knees, spreading his legs as wide as they'll go, then sliding down his thighs, and then under to grab his butt again, spreading his cheeks once more and lifting him just slightly.
"Just look at me," Mike tells him, leaning over his oldest friend. "I'm putting it in."
Will nods, wanting to wrap his arms around Mike's neck, but knowing that would be a little too much for the boy right now. He sucks in a sharp breath when he feels Mike's head at his entrance, the pressure growing as Mike starts to push.
Will starts panting once the head gets all the way in, bigger than the cucumber he'd practiced with. He grabs what little of the carpet he can, pressing his head back against it and gritting his teeth. His body wraps around Mike as he enters, tightly squeezing every bit of flesh like a vise. To his credit, Mike only gasps as he pushes in, enveloped in tight heat like he's never felt before. His vision swims as every single nerve in his body seems to fire at once, and he almost spills his second load immediately.
The first few inches are okay for Will, his practice having prepared him for that, but it's the last few that make Will moan his head off. Mike's hard flesh spreads his walls apart as they delve deeper inside of him, even as those walls constrict and flutter at the intrusion. If the rest of the house hadn't gone to sleep already, Will's sound level would have been a big problem, but as it is, it just makes Mike eager for more, wanting to hear those sounds again and again.
"It's all in," Mike tells him once his hips are pressed to Will's body.
Every single tiny motion Will makes sends waves through Mike, the walls of muscle surrounding him pulsing with Will's heartbeat, constricting with every twitch, and fluttering every so often when the muscles try to squeeze too hard. Already Will has a thin sheen of sweat coating him, sticking his hair to his forehead as he pants for breath, still adjusting to the intrusion in his rear entrance.
Something about seeing Will in this position, flat on his back and completely naked, makes Mike more turned on than ever. He has complete control right now, over everything that happens between him and Will. He can do whatever he wants and Will won't say no. It's enough to give Mike a power high, new energy coursing through him.
Still, even with all the power in the world, he can't hurt his best friend. He waits patiently, still leaning over Will's body as the smaller boy adjusts. When Will finally opens his eyes again, his breathing starting to level out, the first thing he sees is Mike staring down at him with patient concern.
"I'm ready," Will pants, shifting some of his sweaty hair away from his eyes. "You can keep going."
Mike nods, starting to slowly shift his hips back, sliding out of Will until he's at the tiny entrance once again. As Mike does so, Will all but gasps as the pressure inside of him moves away. The cucumber had never done any of what Mike's been able to do in a single thrust, reach into his depths, fill him with fiery warmth, and then leave him yearning for more when he pulls out.
Then Mike starts to thrust in again, making Will groan and press his head back into the floor. As the rhythm of their bodies start to take hold, so too does their song, Mike's grunts and heavy breaths mixing with Will's panting groans and gasping moans. Lucas and Dustin watch, mesmerized by the display before them, and at least a little horny again because of it.
Will shifts and shimmies his body under Mike's, angling his hips up so Mike can reach even deeper inside of him. Mike shifts his grip, from Will's butt to hooking his arms under Will's legs, pulling Will up a bit with each thrust to make it just a little more forceful. Every impact from Mike's hips draws another ecstatic cry from Will's lips.
"Mike!" Will moans, his body rocking back and forth from the force of Mike's thrusting, which only seems to get harder and faster as they continue. "Mike, I'm so close!"
Will's cock is practically dripping with pre cum by now, a little trail of it running to his belly button. Even if Will had wanted to stop it, the flesh twitches sporadically, begging for a release.
"Me too," Mike says through half gritted teeth, not letting up in his thrusting. It's like every time he thrusts in, he gets a new surge of energy. It honestly feels like he could go for hours without stopping, whether he has anything left to shoot or not. "Let's cum together, Will."
It takes all of Will's self control not to reach up and jack himself off. This is Mike's reward, so it's Mike's decision if Will gets his release right now.
When Mike's hand wraps around Will's hard four inches, though, it's too much for the poor boy's sex addled brain. The sudden surge of stimulation sends Will over the edge.
"Mike!" Will exclaims as he explodes, massive bursts of cum shooting onto his stomach and chest. The first one, however, comes out with so much force that Will nails himself in the face, right between the eyes.
As Will unleashes his pent up load, all of his muscles surge, sending Mike's brain leaping over the same edge Will's just had. With a last hard thrust, pulling Will toward him at the same time, Mike hilts himself inside his friend, pouring his second load straight inside. Everything drains out of him and into Will, cum and energy alike, until Mike can't seem to hold himself up any longer.
First Mike falls back onto his butt, abruptly pulling out of Will as he does so, and then collapses onto his back, all his energy spent. He lays there, chest rising and falling as he takes massive breaths, covered in sweat. Will is almost exactly the same, if not even more exhausted, still panting furiously.
"That was...intense…" Mike pants as blood finally starts to flow through his brain normally again. "Incredible...but intense…"
"Are you okay, Will?" Dustin asks, going to check on his friend.
Will just nods, not ready to say words yet. He has cum everywhere, most of it his own, which he can feel dripping down from his stomach to his sides, and threatening to get in his eyes.
He can also feel the heat that Mike had shot into him, sitting inside of him with no intention of leaving, though with how rough Mike had been, some of it might leak out by accident.
"Lucas went to take a quick shower before going to sleep," Dustin informs them. "I'm gonna go after him, and you guys should probably shower too."
Again Will nods, and Mike manages to sit up, taking a few moments to survey his handiwork. Will's skin is different shades of red and pink where he'd been thrusting against it, and his butt has two distinct red hand prints from how hard Mike had been grabbing. It's Will's hole, though, that takes the cake.
Where once it had been tiny and puckered, now it's red and raw, sitting open enough to get a finger or two in with ease. Sticky white fluid slowly leaks out of it, travelling down Will's flesh and disappearing between his cheeks.
"Oh, and I guess you guys win the bet," Dustin says after another few moments of silence. "So it looks like Lucas and I owe each of you a comic book."
"What bet?" Mike questions, finally starting to breathe normally again.
"From sixth grade?" Dustin answers, as if it should be obvious. "We made a bet, that whoever lost their v-card first would get a comic from each other party member. Since you and Will technically lost your virginity at the same time, that means you were both first."
Mike nods, though his thoughts are still on the image of Will, now seared into his memory. It had been exhilarating, more than any arcade game, and it hadn't cost him a single coin.
When Will finally tries to push himself into a sitting position, he immediately regrets it, flopping back onto the floor.
"I'm not gonna be able to sit down for days," He groans, gingerly touching his butt as if it might help.
"Sorry about that," Mike apologizes sheepishly. "I guess I got a little carried away."
"It's fine," Will assures him, trying to relax again. "I knew this might happen, I just thought it would be because all of you took a turn."
"Yeah, no, I'm good," Dustin interjects. "No way am I trying to follow that up."
Will nods in understanding, silently grateful. The soreness is already starting to set in, and he can only imagine what it'll be like tomorrow morning.
Still, he's not a virgin anymore, and neither is Mike. The boy he's had an unrequited crush on for as long as he'd had crushes had just taken his virginity, and Will had taken his. It's everything he could have hoped for.
Dustin goes in the shower after Lucas, who gives Will and Mike a quick nod before going to sleep, leaving the two still sitting on the floor amongst their discarded pajamas. Will can't seem to meet Mike's eyes, though Mike can't seem to look away from Will now.
"Did you enjoy it?" Mike finally asks, shifting to sit right beside Will. "I mean, it was amazing from my end, but was it good for you?"
Will nods, blushing a little.
"I really liked it," He says quietly. "If I had to lose my virginity to anyone, I'm glad it was you, Mike."
"Like I said, you're not allowed to do stupid things without me," Mike replies. "It's my job as your best friend, especially with how shitty everyone else in Hawkins is to you."
"Thanks, Mike," Will responds, and then reaches out to take Mike's hand. "If you ever want to, you know, do it again...I won't say no."
This time it's Mike's turn to blush, and he doesn't quite know how to respond. He's never really thought about Will that way, at least not until today. Up until now, the only person he's ever really felt anything for was El, but now she's gone. He still has hope in finding her, though, in being together again, and this…
Well, who's to say that Mike and Will can't have a little fun along the way? They'll still be best friends, just like always, they'll just have a few more benefits than before. Lucas and Dustin never even have to know about it, especially if their hesitation tonight was any indicator.
"I'm not looking for a relationship," Mike tells his friend, and Will's face falls. Mike squeezes his hand. "But I'm not opposed to friends with benefits."
Will's face lights up like he just got an early Christmas present, just as Dustin leaves the bathroom to go to sleep.
"Night you horny ass dorks," He murmurs before passing out.
Mike looks down at Will again, and then at the bathroom.
"I think we could start now," Mike suggests, standing and offering Will a hand up.
Will takes it, letting Mike pull him to his feet. As they walk to the bathroom, Will is slightly bow-legged, trying not to let anything rub against his raw skin. Mike tries to show some kind of guilt over it, but mainly feels a sense of accomplishment.
Mike closes the door behind them, the shower hiding the sounds of their latest benefits from their other friends. He definitely breaks his promise to his mother, because they're up for hours more, getting acquainted in ways they never would have thought possible before tonight.
The best night of their lives.
Well, I hope you bunch of horny nerds liked that. If you did, or if you got off to it, you best be hitting those favorite/follow buttons.
Want to know who requested this? Well, tough nuts, I don't put names on smut requests, so unless someone requests something in the reviews with their username, don't expect to ever know who wanted what.
Experimentation happens at many ages, and I'm willing to write it so long as the experimentation doesn't involve a much older character. Boys especially shouldn't feel so afraid to experiment with each other, but it goes for everyone trying to figure out their sexuality. Finding out what you like and don't like doesn't force you into a box forever, it's finding out what your preferences and boundaries are. So long as everything is consensual, experiment away. Just remember, rape is wrong and consent is key
Will I have any future one-shots of Mike and Will fucking? Of course I will, Mike is a bisexual disaster and Will is his gay bottom best friend. I might even get El in on that later on, cause she'd be verse as hell. She could top the fuck out of both of them and they'd love it, or she could be a submissive bottom who wants to try all the kinds of sex there are. The possibilities are endless.
If you have any kind of fucking you want to read, send me a prompt. I'll do vanilla to hardcore, and I'm open to just about any pairing (with my previously stated restrictions). Will it come out quickly? I don't know, that depends entirely on whether I have time to write or not. If I do, you'll get another chapter. If I don't then you won't hear from me. Have a nice life.