Will stayed home sick from school today :( so of course his teacher had to make sure he was okay!
Henry tried to suppress the thought all day, but he found himself continuously looking at Will's empty chair and missing him.
This child had grabbed a hold of his heart ever since he stepped into his classroom as much as Henry didn't want to admit it.
His adorable haircut he's sure his mom does herself as his brother has the same. Will's kind smile and his wide beautiful eyes that take in everything Henry says while the other kids at his table mess around. His quiet, thought out voice.
Will likes to eat lunch in his room, trusting Henry for some reason. He probably shouldn't.
Henry found they were quite similar once Will got comfortable enough to talk to him. Not having the best home life, an interest in art, preferring to keep to himself, the bullies.
Henry almost lost his mind when Will told him that the kids pick on him. What he wears, how he acts. That that's why he eats here. How could these rotten third graders pick on the sweetest boy in this school?
When the bell rings at the end of the day, Henry hesitates for a second while packing up his things, the idea weighing on him. He makes up his mind before he changes it.
Henry slows his car as the Byers house appears into view, heart pounding. He notices that there are no cars in the driveway.
He knew his mom and brother were busy trying to support their house while his father did fuck all, but it was this bad that they left this sick child home alone? Maybe Henry coming was a good thing.
He walked up the steps, looking around before he bent down and lifted up the the welcome mat, the spare key laying there. Will had told him it was there one day. Henry didn't remember why, but he was glad he remembered Will did. Way too trusting, Henry thought as he grabbed it and unlocked the front door.
The house was still and quiet, as if no one was home. He walked through, smiling at Will's toys scattered around.
He made it to the hallway and saw that all the doors were opened ajar except one. His heart sped up and he wrapped his hand around the doorknob, shaking the thought of 'what the fuck am I doing' away.
He slowly opened the door, peering inside. His shoulders relaxed when he saw Will lying there, asleep. He's okay.
Henry looked over at the front door before he stepped into Will's room, shutting the door quietly behind him.
He walked over to the edge of Will's bed. Taking him in.
His chest rising and falling, a whistle in his noise at every breath he took. His covers were up to his chin, his hair sticking a little to his forehead in a sick sweat. Henry crossed the imaginary line and brushed the hair to the side. Will's eyes were fluttering. He must be dreaming.
Henry knew he should leave. Will was clearly fine and that's what he was here to see, right?
But he was all alone. What if he gets worse? He moved without thinking and found himself getting under the covers, pressing himself flush against Will's back. Resting his hand on his tummy. Will was so small compared to him. Henry would be lying if he said his pants weren't a little tight.
He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. But the smell of Will was all around him and Will was right here. Asleep. And Henry accepted he was a creep a long time ago when Will grabbed his hand to show him his drawing when all the kids were running out to recess and he felt something in his stomach.
He could make Will feel better. He let out a breath and leaned down, pressing a kiss to Will's temple, as he crept his hand down to the waistband of Will's pajama pants. He pulled them down to his knees and went to pull his underwear down too but felt something crinkly instead.
Will was still in diapers. That realization made more blood rush quickly down south. He carefully pulled it down and ran his hand down Will's now bare, warm thigh. Will inhaled and stirred a little. He would probably wake soon.
Although he was 8, Henry had thought about if Will had started exploring himself yet when he jerked off. He definitely hadn't, he was too young and innocent and Henry wanted to change that. He wanted to show him. To teach him. He already did that everyday.
Henry's fingers were definitely too big for him, so he grabbed Will's hand and stuck two of his fingers into his mouth. He couldn't control the groan he let out as he swirled his tongue around them. It made Will stir again.
He waited for a second until Will relaxed. He took Will's fingers out of his mouth, gripped his hand, and brought one finger down to his little hole.
It took a moment as Henry couldn't necessarily see or feel what he was doing but it eventually slid in. Will whimpered. Henry stilled and looked at him. What a heavy sleeper.
He pushed his fingertip in and out and soon Will opened more to let his finger in to his knuckle and then in completely. Henry moved as slow as he could.
When Henry had Will's second finger in all the way that was when Will's eyes fluttered open and a confused whimper fell from his lips.
He blinked the sleep away, squinting at Henry. "M-Mr. Creel?"
"What're you doin'?" Will asked sleepily as he realized Henry was holding his hand down in his special place. Becoming aware of the intrusion.
"Relax. Just go back to sleep." Henry whispered.
He quickened the pace a little, knowing Will was up now. His own two fingers getting caught at Will's rim.
Will's breath hitched and he whined loudly as Henry gasped at the same time, pushing his fingers in. He was now fucking Will with both of their fingers and he couldn't control his lust anymore.
"Stop it." Will cried quietly, coughing.
Henry had his other hand around his forehead, pressing Will's head back against his shoulder. Will was trapped and too sick to try and get away. He was barely awake and aware, his eyes closing again. His whines spurred Henry on.
He was now grinding his crotch against Will's bottom, breathing heavily in his ear.
Will yelped and Henry felt him clench around their fingers. He was too young to really cum, but the feeling still lightly washed over him. His tightness bringing Henry to his own climax, moaning loudly, pressing his hand harder into Will's head.
He kissed Will all over his face and praised him. Cleaning and changing him when Will peed shortly after. He fell back asleep quickly.
Henry looked back at him from the doorway. He looked a bit messy, but at least the flush could be blamed on his fever.
When Henry started coughing the next week Will returned, he didn't mind. He was busy thinking about how he should check on Will more.
