(a tiny little thing inspired by this gorgeous art made by @moonlightmarvey)
Mike leaned back against the tree, stretching out his legs and letting out a content sigh as he closed his eyes. It had been a long day, and as much as he loved the gang, he needed some time to just... decompose, to gather his thoughts a little bit.
It didn't take long though until he heard a soft rustling; the sound of feet moving through the high grass, coming closer and closer, until they stopped right next to him. He didn't need to open his eyes to know who it was.
Will's voice was gentle, careful in a way that made Mike open his eyes, finding Will already looking back at him with a smile. It made Mike's heart beat a little bit faster, but then again, Will kind of had that effect on him all the time.
Sometimes, Mike would look over at Will doing the most mundane thing, like read a book or fix the collar of his shirt or- or brush his goddamn teeth, and Mike would get this feeling; like an electric current that grew from somewhere in his chest, spreading all throughout his entire body, like he was being set alight from the inside, almost. It was- he hadn't felt like that before, and he doubted anyone else other than Will would ever make him feel like it again.
There was a word for it, the thing he felt for Will; Mike could feel it sitting on the tip of his tongue, four tiny letters ready to spill out any second now. It made his heart beat even faster, his cheeks surely blushing a bit now. He had thought about telling Will, to let him know how he felt, that he loved him, and maybe- He wasn't even sure why he hadn't already, but he was sure that he did, and why wait if-
Will cleared his throat, then, and Mike blinked, focusing his gaze back on him. Will was still looking at him, his head tilted and his smile almost amused now, as if he could tell exactly what Mike had been thinking about.
Mike rolled his eyes and held out his left hand, palm up in a silent invitation, unable to hide the smile that formed on his lips as Will immediately met him halfway. Their fingers tangled together, seamlessly and secure, and- and that was something else that Mike had yet to get used to. To be honest, he wasn't sure if he ever would. The feeling of Will's warm hand in his, the way his thumb absently moved back and forth over Mike's knuckles, the comfortness of it all. To be honest, it made him a little bit mad sometimes, that he had spent so many years not holding his hand. He knew better now, though.
He tugged a little on Will's hand, hoping that he would understand what Mike wanted. He did, of course he did. Mike watched him as he lowered himself to the ground, carefully lying down until his head rested in Mike's lap, bringing their joined hands up to rest above his heart.
"You know," Mike hummed, his right hand finding its way to Will's head, gently carding through the soft strands of his hair. "I'd tell you all of them for free."
"Yeah," Mike sighed, a small, happy thing, feeling a warm breeze move over his skin and the steady beat of Will's heart under the palm of his hand; those four letters already forming in his mouth, ready to break free. "Really."