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Darkness began to fall on the quarantined Hawkin’s. Dinner was long since had and cleared away. Holly was already in bed, Karen and Ted debating in the kitchen, Joyce out with Hopper and El, and Nancy and Jonathan still out at the WQSK. Which left Mike and Will downstairs in the basement of the Wheeler house. The couch and floor made up into the two single beds that Jonathan and Will had been sleeping on the last few nights.

To not disturb them, they both sat doing their homework at the small table they usually reserved for DND.

Mike tapped his pencil aggressively on his algebra homework, his other hand in his jet black locks, twisting deep within the strands. He wore his black Converse, black jeans and long-sleeved blue striped shirt with a yellow collar.

Will sat across from him, his white sneakers against the floor, his brown pants baggy on his legs, his brown plaid button-down flush to his skin, with his deep blue fleece sweater over the top, and his primary colour block jacket over that too. But even still, his knee bounced, and his shoulders shivered.

It didn’t take long for Mike’s gaze to separate from his papers, and he fell directly to Will,

“You okay?” Mike asked,

“Yeah,” Will said dismissively, “I’m fine,”

“Will.” Mike pushed,

“I’m cold,” Will admitted, “I always feel cold these days.”

Mike sighed, “Come on,” he said as he got up from his chair, tossing his pencil and leaving the homework abandoned.

“What? Where are we-” Will began.

But Mike didn’t even give him time to finish the sentence before he grabbed him by the hand,

“Whoa- Okay-” Will gulped, his cheeks flushed bright red, as he gripped Mike’s hand and followed him up the basement stairs,

Mike led Will all the way up the basement stairs and up the living room stairs without a word, all the way up to his own bedroom. He opened his door and closed it firmly behind him. “Lie down.”

“Mike, are you sure-”

“Will. Lie down.”

“Okay,” Will nodded, as he nervously sat himself on the edge of the bed, and slowly lay his back flush on the sheets.

“… I didn’t mean like a vampire, but if you're comfy.” Mike shrugged as he kicked off his Converse. His hands immediately went to his jeans, undoing them in a fast and efficient pull.

Will watched as Mike’s legs were exposed as well as his bright blue boxer shorts. He gulped very secretly and averted his gaze.

Mike climbed into his bed, getting under the covers and his head against the pillow. He then tapped the pillow beside him,

“What?” Will gasped,

“Come on, come cuddle. It’ll warm us both up.”

“Ohh uhh… are you sure?”

“Yeah, come on.”

Will blushed but nodded, and he kicked off his sneakers and came to lie his head on the pillow. His eyes met Mike’s, and he struggled not to react to the feeling of his breath against his face or just how close their noses were.

“You sure you're warm? You can get under the covers?” Mike suggested, his voice lower and more gentle than before,

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah, course I am.” Mike nodded, pulling the covers up to give Will space,

Will gulped again but nodded, as he slipped into the covers, the heat of them both under them making his shivers begin to fade, “Thanks,” He said, keeping his own voice.

“You’re welcome, I wanna make sure you're warm and comfy. Okay?” he said as he wrapped the covers as tightly around them as possible, ensuring everything but their heads was covered,

“Okay, thank you, Mike,”

“It’s okay.” Mike smiled, batting his nose softly on Will’s, “You’re warm enough? Or do you need a cuddle?”

“I… I think I want the cuddle,”

“Do you want it or need it?”

“Want it.”

“Okay.” Mike smiled, “I’ll be slow,” He said as he began to close the gap between their bodies, until his hands found Will’s waist. He slid his hands over his hips and began to shuffle them closer,

Will smiled and rested his own hands on Mike’s chest, his fingertips finding little grips in the wrinkles of his shirt. He let out a long breath as all of Mike’s body from shoulder to toe was against his own, nothing more than an inch between them.

“Is this okay?” Mike whispered,

“Yeah… it’s nice,” Will agreed, keeping his voice matching Mike’s own, batting his nose on Mike’s, “You’re warm,”

“Thanks,” Mike laughed, “It’s a skill of mine, I work super hard on it.”

They shared a laugh, but their voices were barely audible beyond the soft covers.

“It’s appreciated.”

“Do all these layers help you feel warm?” Mike asked, his hands sliding across Will’s back,

“Yeah, but… I don’t feel like I need them right now.” Will panted,

“Do you… Want my help? Taking them off?”

“…Yes,” he gasped,

Mike smiled and nodded, his hands moving slowly and tenderly. He first pushed off the colour block jacket off his shoulders, tossing it out of the bed and onto the floor. He chuckled softly as his hands worked down the fleece, fingers dancing across the soft material, before he grabbed the bottom hem and worked it off, tossing it out of the bed. “You want this too?”

“Yeah… go on.” Will nodded, unable to hide his smile.

Mike nodded and began unbuttoning the plaid button down, working his way up until it was completely undone and pushing it off his shoulders, leaving his chest bare, but not for long, as Mike immediately smiled, “I feel overdressed now.” he cooed as he tossed off his own shirt and pulled Will flush against his chest, their warmth intermingling and their hearts beating together.

Will gasped and blsuhed but his smile was so wide. He wrapped his own arms around Mike, happily resting his head in Mike’s neck. “I feel overdressed now,” he repeated,

“Yeah? These?” Mike asked as his hands slid down over Will’s bare back until he found the brown pants,

“Yeah.” Will agreed,

Mike nodded and happily undid Will’s pants, helping him to kick them off, leaving them abandoned somewhere in the sheets, and revealing Will’s yellow boxes. “Perfect.” Mike cooed as he pulled Will closer and rested his head on top of his.

Will blushed and nodded, “Yeah, perfect.” He agreed, as he curled up as tight to Mike as he could, nuzzling his nose into his neck, “I feel… nice and warm now.”

“Good, maybe you should just… come up here and cuddle up with me every night, since you're so cold?”

“I’d like that,” Will cooed, “Hummmm… goodnight Mike,”

With the distraction of the game gone, Will's gaze drifted to Mike. He took a moment to absorb the details of his friend: Mike’s tall, lanky frame was draped in faded grey socks that had seen better days, paired with black jeans that hugged his slender legs. A blue and green striped t-shirt adorned his torso, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing slender, freckled forearms. His hair was an unruly mess, slightly falling over his forehead, a sign that it was overdue for a trim, which he dreaded, recalling how a misguided haircut last time had left him feeling far too exposed.

Feeling Will's gaze, Mike glanced over, his eyes meeting Will’s. Glancing over his cargo trousers that were comfortably worn in, front bulging with something he had yet to notice, and a soft brown jumper. “Yes?” He smirked something, “Something you wanted?”

“Uhh, no, nothing… just uhh nothing.” Will scrambled to cover his staring, glueing his eyes to the TV.

“Sure,” Mike scoffed, “You got something in your pocket, Man?”

“Humm? Ohh!” He gasped, finally realising what Mike meant, as his eyes met the bulge. “No!”

“Then where’d you get that?”

“It’s nothing-”

“Come on, Will,”

“It’s nothing- just the uhh- just the vibration from the controller.” He glared, grabbing a blanket from the back of the couch to conceal his obvious excitement,

“It's fine,” Mike smiled, grabbing the remote to flick the TV to the music channel, “Not like it doesn’t happen to me too.”

“Yeah, but you… handle it.” Will blushed,

“Skinny jeans,” He shrugged, “Not a lot of space for stuff to be obvious, kinda… forces it down.”

He chuckled a little, “I guess that helps,”

“I can go upstairs if you want? Or you're welcome to go to the bathroom, I’ll turn the TV up?”

“No, uhh no, I’ll be fine,”

“You sure?” Mike asked, “Isn’t it gonna hurt?”

“It’s fine.” Will shrugged, unable to meet Mike’s eyes, “I uhh…” He began deciding in that moment to be vulnerable with Mike, “I uh, my hand always cramps up, I can’t ever actually…”

“Shiiiit…” Mike nodded, “Fuck yeah, that sucks.”

“Yeah… It’s a shitshow,” he sighed, rubbing his neck a little,

Silence lingered between them longer than either would really admit, before the words came tumbling from Mike’s mouth. “I could… uhh… you know…use my hand if-”

“Yes.” Will snapped faster than he meant to, “Or uhh whatever.”

Mike smirked a little, his eyes flicking over Will much slower than before, “You sure?” he chuckled,

“Yeah, like… why not right… just uhh just -”

“Helping out.”

“Exactly,”

The two silently nodded to each other, eyes falling to each other’s belts.

“You gonna help me out?” Mike asked with a slight chuckle,

“Yeah, right, right, yeah.” Will nodded, moving his hands below the blanket, undoing his cargo trousers and pushing them down a little, he tentatively gave his stiff cock a stroke through his boxer shorts,

“I won’t look, and I’ll go slow,” Mike said gently,

Both kept their eyes forward, watching the TV screen as the music video played. Mike’s hand slowly and carefully closed the gap between them, his hand slipping under the blanket on Will’s lap. He was slow and tentative at first, gliding his fingertips over his thigh.

Will’s hair seemed to stand on end, his hip almost bucking from the soft tickle of Mike’s fingers, his breath hitching a little as his hand moved higher.

Mike couldn’t hold back a small smirk as he ran his fingers over the soft cotton of Will’s boxers, tracing the stitching until his hand met the stiffness of his cock. “This-”

“Yep.”

“Okay…” He nodded, unable to hide his smile, as he slowly stroked his hand over Will’s stiff cock. He made sure to move slowly, gently, expecting him to be tender even through the cotton.

Will bit his lip hard not to let his moans and groans fall as freely as they seemed to be forming in his throat. “You… uhh you can go a little faster, Mike,”

“You sure?”

“Yeah… I’m sure,”

Mike nodded, moving to fully wrap his hand around Will’s cock, his nails pushing into the cotton of the boxer shorts, palm against the heat of his shaft, slowly stroking up and down.

Will began to tremble, finding it hard to breathe when his focus was so much on the pleasure bubbling up inside him. He whines slightly, feeling his cock pulse hard, almost throbbing in Mike’s hand.

“Whoa… how long since you uhh?”

“A month, maybe more.”

“Shit,” he nodded, “Well, just relax, I don’t imagine it taking too long.” he winked,

Will nodded, doing his best to relax, but he felt so strange with someone else's hand on him. He was loving it, of course, even more so than Mike. But it was hard to relinquish control, his hands felt like they itched for something to do. “Can I uhh…”

“Yeah?”

“Can I do you… too?” Will asked, “I uhh I feel bad that you're not getting anything,”

“You don’t have to do anything for me,”

“I want to,”

Mike smiled widely and nodded, he grabbed the blanket, pulling it over his lap too, it took a moment to undo his belt and jeans one-handed, but he managed. Okay, come on.”

Will blushed but nodded, shuffling himself closer so they sat with their thighs brushing under the blanket, his hand slowly and nervously came over, unable to meet Mike’s eyes, before he took firm hold of his half-hard cock over his boxers.

“Whoa! Hey!” Mike laughed, “You don’t have to grab me so hard, I’m not going anywhere.” He smirked,

“I know I just uhh… like a firm grip.”

“Yeah?” Mike raised an eyebrow, gripping Will a little firmer, “That better?”

“Uhh!” He moaned before he had a chance to stop himself,

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckled,

Will didn’t answer, putting all his focus into moving his hand on Mike, trying to stay slow and gentle but not react to how he felt Mike harden in his hand,

“You don’t need to be so gentle with me,” Mike cooed, his voice a little more hushed and sultry, “Trust me, it’s used to a little more… intensity.”

“Ohh uhh okay.” Will nodded, gripping Mike’s cock a little harder through the rough cotton of his boxers,

“Umm… yeah, that's better.” Mike nodded,

Both were doing their best to keep the rhythm and pace the other liked, while slowly getting more intense, faster, and more ruthless. Both became breathless, gasping softly, sweat forming on their skin, the soft shifting of fabric sound drowned out by the TV. Truly, it was obvious it was only going to be a matter of time until someone snapped.

And as it happened, it was Mike.

“Fuck it. Come here.” He growled, using his other hand to grab Will by the neck and pull their lips to meet.

Will immediately melted, kissing back hard. His other hand pushed the blanket further down their legs as he parted his lips,