#wheelclairfield

mentioned wheelclairfield blunt rotation but im here again because i love them. Mike sitting between Lucas and Max with his legs tossed over Lucas and cupping both of their faces as they pass him back and forth. He’s kissing Lucas and Max was littering hickeys all over his neck before pulling him toward her to make out. Lucas playing with Mike’s nipples as he kisses Max, mouthing along Mike’s neck while pinching the erected buds and rubbing them pink and plump. Mike being worn out by the end of it, breathing heavy and red faced

bywheelclair with Will bossing the boys around while letting Lucas get enough Mike time. Will licking a strip of saliva up the back of Mike’s neck, which caused Mike to yelp and his dick bulging in his pants as Lucas kisses him hard while slotting his tongue into Mike’s mouth. So now the boys take turns jerking Mike off while switching who’s kissing him until he cums. they kept kissing him, back and forth, moving to switch who’s fingering him now. an hour later, Mike was droopy eyed and his kiss swollen lips are shiny with saliva that’s drooling onto his chin, his chest and neck covered in hickeys and bite marks and cum sticking to his inner thighs, and Will and Lucas tease him while cleaning up

bywheelfield where Will and Max are passing Mike back and forth while teasing the shit out of him. maybe Max is biting on the shell of his ear while Will is whispering dirty talk in his other ear, and Mike is dizzy and nervously giggling and errors are going off like crazy in his head and unable to process what Will and Max were saying most of the time. Max grabs his chin and kisses his hard and then Will grabs his chin and kisses him harder and Mike literally cannot form a thought and of course because Will and Max are teases they leave Mike with a crazy boner that he has to deal with himself

all four of them together and they switch who’s kissing the sides of Mike’s neck and who’s between his legs. then they sit all together and just pass who has Mike in their laps. Mike sits in Lucas’ lap and Max spanks him while Will pulls at his hair. Mike sits in Will’s lap and Will has both Mike’s ass cheeks in his hands and squeezing them every second to make Mike moan into his mouth and Max is mouthing wetly at Mike’s neck while Lucas grabs both Mike’s nipples to play with and yank and pinch at. Mike sits in Max’s lap and she kisses him like she was starving while grinding their hips to make crazy friction and Will yanks at Mike’s hair while ordering him around and Lucas was rubbing his crotch against Max’s knee while moaning and groping at Mike’s waist. mannnnnnn them using mike like he’s just their pretty little kissable doll face

Like elumax, bylumax... Pretty sure I've seen wheelclairfield...

Milelmax: queerplatonic Mileven and Max with her two partners

Bywheelfield: Mike and his boyfriends and possible Madwise but ONLY with transmasc Max

Wheelclairfield: They are all dating each other and happy

Bywheelclairfield: YESSS they are all dating each other besides Will who only dates the boys (unless Max is Transmasc?)

Milelumax: Queerplatonic Mileven and all other pairings romantic

Polyparty: everyone dating each other besides Will, who only dates the boys, and Mileven is queerplatonic

I love them romantically but I feel like they would work best in a polycule

(Also Mileven is always queerplatonic bcs that is my favorite way to see their dynamic and love for each other)

mike just laying there on the bed and already sex drunk as lucas and max take turns eating him out and teasing himself because the more they eat him out the more slick he produces for them to drink but mike cant even feel too embarrassed because their tongues feel so good. his legs were shaking so hard that max had to hold them down but her grip made mike moan and gush more slick into lucas’ face. max and lucas take turns fucking him on their fingers and hes so wet their fingers have no trouble reaching deep inside him and pressing on his spot

lucas starts fucking inside mike fast and rough, making mike moan until max slides up and rubs her nose against his scent gland and he whimpers, his scent thickening as lucas thrusts into him and max sucks wetly on the oily gland until mike cums and sees stars. lucas knots deep inside him and his sweling cock causing mike’s belly to bulge. lucas and max teasing him and pressing kisses to the bulge as mike whines. once lucas’ knot loosened, he switches with max so she could fuck fhe ever living daylights out of mike while lucas licks and sucks all over mike’s neck while(of course) playing with mike’s erected nipples. max pounds into him so hard and with such intensity that mike just lays there with his head tilted back and eyes crossed and mouth open but no sounds coming out

max’s knot bulges mike’s belly as well, stuffing him with cum, and lucas scraps his teeth again mike’s scent gland, causing mike to whimper and squeeze his hole around max’s huge knot. max presses her face to mike’s belly bulge and rubs it with her palm, murmuring about how it’ll bulge like this with pups too and that made mike cum again with a moan and whine. even once max’s knot dies down, she only takes the opportunity to slide in deeper, as deep as she could go, just tk make mike’s belly swell and his insides to stretch. mike’s legs weakly jerk, his hands scraping at max and lucas’ back

(wheelclairfield)

He wakes up with a giant headache.

Not one of those little ones that makes you sigh or groan at the annoyance of it, but a i cant see i cant think my head is throbbing its going to explode im gonna topple over kind of headache.

But still, he stumbles out of bed and pinches the bridge of his nose as he weakly drags himself into the hallway and to the bathroom. All he needs is some Tylenol and he’ll be fine. Maybe a lot of water too. And maybe some rest.

He takes the tylenol and gulps down more water, but then gets so dizzy he has to sit on the edge of the bathtub instead of walking back to his room. Tilting his head back and pinching the bridge of his nose again, he lets out a small groan as he squeezes his eyes firmly shut. There’s a moment where he almost falls back into the bath before he rights himself, swallowing back more dizziness and a hint of nausea from the movement.

Deciding to get back to his bed, he drags himself to a standing position and slowly walks back to his room, half asleep and half feeling like maybe he’s been drugged. Definitely didn’t feel awake.

“Mike?” A voice calls from down the short hallway— Lucas, having probably just woken up. “Woah, you don’t look so good.”

His friend was at his side in an instant, helping him stand properly and making Mike realize he was slowly sagging against the wall.

“Headache,” Mike mumbles. “Don’t feel good.”

“Oh no,” Lucas says with a sympathetic click of his tongue, brows furrowed. “I’m sorry, baby, do you need me to get you some medicine?”

The pet name sent a wave of delight over Mike, settling his stomach for just a moment. “No,” He mumbles. “Already had some. ‘m waiting for it to kick in.”

“Oh, okay,” Lucas says softly, which helped not provoke Mike’s headache. “Need help getting to bed then, oh prince of mine?”

Mike flushed a little, shyly nodding. Lucas had taken to calling him all these sweet things, catching him by surprise every time. It was clearly just a joke, but Mike’s heart fluttered pathetically every time Lucas called him pretty.

Lucas kept a firm hand on Mike’s elbow as he guided Mike back to his room, which came in handy when Mike abruptly slumped to the floor as his consciousness failed him, and Lucas yelps as he rushes to catch the fallen boy. Mike groans in his fitful sleep, and as Lucas heaved him into his arms in a bridal carry and brought him safely to bed, his face broke out into sweat. Lucas sat him on the bed and then got on the mattress next to him, a concerned expression on his face as he brushed hair from Mike’s forehead, Mike’s brows drawn together and pressed up in discomfort.

“Baby, I think you caught something,” Lucas tells him as he rouses Mike awake. “Should I call a doctor?”

“No,” Mike replies immediately, his voice shaking. His face was rapidly flushing, and this time it wasn’t from the pet names. “No, ‘m fine, I swear.”

But then he gagged, lifting a hand to cover his mouth, and Lucas rushed him back to the bathroom. He barely made it, puking his guts out into the toilet, eyes heavy lidded and sagging against the toilet seat. Lucas guided him to rest his back against the side of the bathtub.

“I think we should call someone,” Lucas says again.

“No,” Mike slurs out, looking very thoroughly sick and flushed in the face, his chest rising and falling unevenly. “No, I told you, Lucas, ‘m fine.”

“Jesus, Mike, what happened to you?” Max says from the doorway, having woken up to the sound of vomiting. Mike barely has time to look at her before he was gagging and turns to puke into the toilet.

Lucas sighs and rubs Mike’s back. “Pretty boy’s gotten sick,” He murmurs sympathetically. “Real suddenly too. He passed out for a moment earlier and now he’s throwing up.”

Mike turns to look at him, his body starting to tremble from exhaustion. “I said I’m fine—” He argues again, before choking and turning to the toilet again. Max moves to sit on the edge of the bathtub as Lucas gently rubs Mike’s back.

“We don’t have to call the doctors just yet,” Max tells the boys gently. “But we should if you dont stop vomiting in, like, the next twenty minutes.”

Mike pukes again.

But his stomach does settle, at least for now, so they direct him back to his room and guide him to his bed. He falls into a fitful sleep the second his head hit the pillow, sweating buckets and shivering madly. Max runs to grab an ice pack as Lucas pulls the blankets over Mike’s shivering form, murmuring soft stuff like ‘poor thing’ and ‘just rest, Mike’.

Mike woke up an hour later, gasping with wild eyes from the fever dream he just had. Max checks him temperature, and look at that— 101.7. Both Max and Lucas look at the number and exchanged worried glances, before Lucas went to get a glass of water.

Though he would drink water, he couldn’t keep down any food. Just a few crackers and a bit of broth.

“We’ll bring you to the doctors if your temperature goes above one o’ three,” Max tells him, though it was likely he didn’t hear. He sleeps fitfully for the rest of the day, moaning and whimpering in his dreams as he soaks his mattress with sweat.

He wakes up and pukes in the large metal bowl Lucas had wisely brought to the bedroom. Lucas sighs and goes to wash it as Max rubs Mike’s back.

“Poor thing,” Max murmurs as she tucks Mike in again, stroking his hair. “I’m sorry you’re feeling sick, baby. I wish I could spell it away.”

“It hurts,” Mike whines softly, his skin radiating heat as he turns his head to the side.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” Max murmurs.

Max and Lucas drag him back to the bathroom when he starts gagging again, but after one more hurl, he only dry heaves. Lucas feeds him more crackers and a bit more broth, which seems to go down easier. Instead of bringing him to bed, Max just fetches one of his blankets and Lucas lifts him into the empty bathtub. Max drapes the blanket over him and then goes to get a wet rag, placing it on Mike’s forehead.

They take his temperature again. 102.3

As Lucas and Max exchange nervous glances, Mike— who had fallen into a fitful sleep— finally starts relaxing. Despite his high fever, his trembling body, and his sweating skin, he manages to get some real rest for the next hour or so.

During that time, Max uses a different wet rag to wipe away the sheen of sweat on his face and shoulders and collarbones, and then shifts him a little to wipe down the back of his neck. It seems to help, and Mike wakes up just enough for Lucas to get a full glass of water in his system.

It continues like this— Mike shivering in his sleep and sweating and flushed, Max murmurs sweet nothings to him as she wipes away the sweat, Lucas feeding him crackers and water and maybe a piece of dried fruit— until early evening. Max checks his temperature again, 102.1, and looks over at Lucas.

“It’s going down, just a bit,” She says as she absentmindedly strokes Mike’s hair. She turns to Mike, who was blinking blearily at her, his wide brown eyes hazy and unfocused. “C’mon, pretty boy, let’s get you back to bed.”

“Can’t I just stay here?” Mike croaks out, eyes glossy like he was going to cry.

Max purses her lips and shakes her head. “You haven’t thrown up in a few hours, baby,” She coos at him, brushing hair away from his face as he leans into the touch. “Better to rest in a bed than a bath.”

But the idea of moving seemed just so stressful to Mike, at the thought of motion sickness bringing back his nausea, that his lips began to wobble and tears sprung into his eyes.

“Oh baby,” Max whispers softly as tears slip down Mike’s face. “I’m so sorry you’re sick.”

“Can’t have our resident pretty boy crying,” Lucas murmurs as he wipes away tears with his thumb, causing Mike’s eyes to flutter in confusion. “No matter how gorgeous you look doing it.”

Max picks up the blanket and Lucas picks up Mike, tucking him back into his bed. A few more tears slip down Mike’s face, but more from the exhaustion than anything. Lucas and Max sit down on the bed on either side of him, like protection, and Lucas cards his hand through Mike’s curls as Max rubs his back soothingly. Mike mumbles incoherently, eyes fluttering shut, shifting into Lucas’ side.

Lucas starts humming some sweet lullaby that put Mike right to sleep, and Max sighs out in relief.

In the morning, his fever broke, now at 99.4. He still felt weak and drowsy, but wasn’t sweating buckets or having fitful naps. He spends the next day dozing on his bed with his head in Max’s lap, Lucas entertaining him with stupid jokes as he feeds Mike more broth and crackers and more sustainable food. Mike’s temperature dropped back down to normal by the third day.

On the third day, still half dozing on Max’s lap, he vaguely thinks, I wish they loved me like I love them, so they could take care of me like this forever.

He’s a little slow, but he’ll get there.

(wheelclairfield)

Mike has had one drink too many.

Scratch that. Ten drinks too many. He didn’t realize how competitive people are parties were, and if he had known, he definitely wouldn’t have played beer pong. That’s where most of the drinking came from. That, and Max being an asshole.

He stumbles around the house, seeing double. He doesn’t even remember whose house this was— Max’s friend’s boyfriend’s friend’s girlfriend’s brother or something. It didn’t matter.

And on top of everything, he lost Max and Lucas!

Worst night ever. He wants to go home and regret his decisions.

He was just about to doze off— having found a more secluded area of the house to sit on a couch in the dark— when a voice half rouses him from his half slumber.

“There you are! See, I told you he would be here.”

It was Max. And Lucas. Clearly tipsy, but maybe not quite as drunk as Mike. Max half stumbles, half runs to Mike’s side, throwing her arms around him and squashing him in a hug.

“Where’d you run off to, pretty boy?” The redhead girl questions as she sits correctly on the couch beside Mike, leaning in close. “We’ve been looking for you for ages. Lucas almost had a heart attack.”

“I did not,” Lucas says flatly as he moves over to sit on Mike’s other side, squashing him between the two. Lucas’ soft brown eyes turned to Mike, and his vaguely concerned look shifted to one with a raised eyebrow and a smile. “I think pretty boy’s had too much to drink.”

A moment to process what was said, then Mike shook his head. “Nuh uh,” He slurs out, leaning closer to his friend. “I’m as sober as a cat.”

Lucas and Max exchanged an amused look. “How sober is a cat?” Max questions with a giggle, her flushed face and glazed over eyes showing she’s had quite the amount of alcohol as well.

“I dunno,” Mike grumbles. “How ‘m I supp’sed to know t’at?”

Max giggles again and leans to rest her cheek on his shoulder, close enough that Mike could feel her breathing on his neck. It sent his pulse racing, and her blue eyes staring at him weren’t helping. He looked at Lucas, who was staring at him too, propping up his elbow on the back of the couch and leaning his head against his fist.

This was one of the new strange developments that came with living with Lucas, and by extension, Max. They were always so close. So touchy.

“So pretty,” Mike slurs out loud, admiring Lucas’ face. He really was gorgeous. So handsome.

Lucas breaks out into a grin, glancing at Max.

“Really?” Lucas teases as he leans in a little closer, so close his nose is almost touching Mike’s, and Mike goes a little cross eyed trying to look at him.

“Really,” Mike affirms with a slow nod. “You guys are really pretty.. super duper pretty…”

“Well,” Max says softly, her voice still a little teasing, but much smoother. “We think you’re gorgeous.”

Mike turns to look at her, and suddenly they were kissing. Humming happily, he leans into it, eyes fluttering shut and letting Max cup his face. When she pulls away, smirking, Mike only blinks at her for a moment before Lucas was turning his chin with one finger and pressing their lips together.

This wasn’t that new. Sure, it surprised Mike whenever it happened, but that was just part of living with these two. They kissed him sometimes.

Secretly, Mike really liked it.

He told them that, now, and they giggle a little bit before Max was kissing him again. Mike frowns a little, slightly confused. He just told them top secret information! And they were laughing. But Max’s lips were so soft, and then Lucas was pulling him into another kiss, so he really couldn’t complain.

Since he started living with Lucas in college, the couple has been acting differently around him. Max, especially, because he never knew Max as a touchy sort of person before. But now it seemed like she was using every opportunity to get her hands on him, and Mike had no issues with it.

Lucas gently plucked him from Max’s grasp and pulled Mike halfway onto his lap, kissing him deeply. Mike let out a little noise from the back of his throat, cupping the sides of Lucas’ face while Lucas’ hands settled on his hips.

By the time he and Lucas had finished their second year of college, Lucas and Max had decided to move into a cute apartment just a few blocks from the campus, and they had asked Mike to move in with them. Obviously, it was because of pity, but Mike didn’t see anything wrong with free housing.

Max pulled Mike back, playfully sticking her tongue out in Lucas’ direction, before focusing on Mike’s with a mischievous look in her eyes. She wiggled closer to him, so close that Mike tried to lean back, but then Lucas’ chest was pressed firmly against his back and Max’s chest was pressed firmly against his front. Mike’s face flushed, his eyes nervously glancing between his two friends, wondering what was going through their heads.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” Max tells him in a hushed voice, her words a little slurred. “Aren’t you the prettiest boy who ever lived?”

“Uh… mm,” Mike replies dumbly, eyes wide and dilated, too focused on Max’s lips and the heat of the two bodies against him.

“Excuse you,” Lucas pipes in with a raised eyebrow in Max’s direction.

Max squints a little, then rolls her eyes. “You’re the handsomest boy to ever live,” She assures him with a slight smirk. One of her hands drifted down to squeeze the under side of Mike’s thigh, and he stiffened as he repressed a noise he might regret later. Max moves closer, nose nuzzling the side of Mike’s neck as she whispers, “But you have to agree that Mike is the prettiest.”

Lucas’ hums at that, his hands moving to slide up and down Mike’s arms. He pressed a feather light kiss to the base of Mike’s neck, and Mike may or may not have whined softly at the touch.

“Yeah,” Lucas murmurs as he presses closer to Mike, eyes focused solely on him. “The prettiest.”

They continued passing him back and forth, kissing so hard and so easy and Mike feels like he’s in heaven but he doesn’t know if that was the drinks or the couple pressed up against him.

But eventually, the kissing had to end, and Mike whined pitifully as Max pulled away.

“I know, baby, but we need to get home and our ride is leaving soon,” Max coos at him, lifting a hand to caress his face, and he pouts a little. She laughs and pinches his cheek. “Don’t be mad.”

“‘m not,” Mike replies easily, still pouting as she gets up from the couch.

Lucas and Max help him up, but he really must’ve drank too much because he couldn’t keep himself standing. He stumbled sideways before Lucas caught him and easily hoisted him onto his back, linking his arms under Mike’s knees.

“Can’t have pretty boy falling,” Max jokes as they walk out, making sure Lucas doesn’t fall either.

They hitch a ride with Lucas’ friends and suddenly Mike finds himself being put back on his unstable feet in the apartment. Mumbling about sleep, he starts stumbling toward his room, before Max catches him by the arm and pulls him back.

“Let us take care of you tonight,” She whispers as she starts guiding Mike to the second bedroom, the one her and Lucas share.

Lucas sits Mike down on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of him to untie and pull off Mike’s shoes. Then he undoes the front of Mike’s jeans, pulling off too. Max murmurs a question to him, and he must’ve answered, because she tugs his shirt over his head as Lucas leaves the room.

Max takes off her pants and shirt as well, leaving them both in their undergarments, and Mike averts his eyes from Max’s bra.

“Awe, is the pretty boy shy?” Max teases, her voice still slurring from the liquid courage. She leans closer, her face barely an inch away from Mike’s. “What, don’t wanna look at me?”

“Max, hold it,” Lucas calls as he enters the room again, holding two glasses of water. His voice snaps Mike out of his trance, having been about to lean in for another kiss, and he drowsily looks up. Lucas sets one of the glasses in Max’s hands, then looks at Mike with a raised eyebrow. “Can you hold a glass?”

Mike pouted again. “O’course I can hold a glass,” He slurs out, offended by the question.

But as Lucas hands him the water, his double vision gets the best of him and his hands slips from the cup. Thankfully, Lucas knew that would happen, and kept a firm grip on the top of the glass. Max snickers from where she was gulping down her own water, her flushed face easing from the hydration.

“Here,” Lucas murmurs, lifting Mike’s chin with a finger and guiding the glass to his lips. Mike swallows gulp after gulp, even if some trickles of water dribble down his chin. By the time he finished the drink, his exhaustion had doubled. Lucas smiles softly and leans closer to wipe the side of Mike’s mouth. “Time for bed, gorgeous.”

Mike let his eyes fall shut and he started sagging in his seat, causing Max to yelp.

“Baby, let’s get you up by the pillows first,” The woman laughed softly, and Mike just nodded sleepily. They crawled up the bed and Mike quickly went limp again, already half asleep as Lucas moves around the bedside and gets on the mattress on Mike’s other side.

With Mike’s eyes closed, Max started scratching his scalp to lull him further into sleep.

“Do you wanna be our third?” Lucas blurts out, causing Mike to stir slightly and mumble.

“Lucas!” Max hissed at him.

“What? I thought you wanted to ask him today.”

“Yeah, until we got to a party and he got absolutely wasted!” Max sighs softly, glancing back at Mike, who had sank into the mattress and was clearly out cold. Quiet snores came from his lips, his eyelids barely twitching under the influence of so much alcohol. Max kept scratching his scalp, looking back at Lucas. “He probably won’t even remember most of the night. We can ask him some other time.”

Lucas sighs and nods, curling up against Mike’s back, sliding his arm around Mike’s waist and holding him closer.