First time posting a fic on here AND it's my first Byler fic... Warning, this was written in around an hour via pure love for Byler, a can of monster and religious trauma!
Summary: after a drunken confession by Will, Mike and Will skipped their nightly call, didn't speak in the morning and Mike even ignored Will today when everyone was hanging out. Now Will wants to fix things. Lots of crying, blah blah sad stuff blah blah they kiss and are in love. Yay.
Will's been dialing the same number for about 20 minutes now. No answer. No answer. No answer. Mike hasn't been replying all day... Not since last night. Will and Mike had gotten drunk at a party and Will let his feelings out... Well... More like he drunk cried into his best friend's chest while ranting about how he's all he's ever wanted.
Eventually, Will stands up having decided to go to Mike's house. Yeah, maybe Mike needs space... But Will's not thinking rationally right now. He's thinking that he needs to apologize, to cry and beg for forgiveness, to promise to repent and fix himself.
Mike is laying on the couch, ignoring the ringing from his phone when there's a knock on the door. Mike opens the door and just about feels his heart stop as he's met with Will.
Will's brain goes blank for a moment at the sight of Mike looking so amazing with his messy hair and chewed up lip (a habit that Will always joked about saying Mike may as well be cannibalizing himself with how much he bites his lips). It takes him a while to regain his composure and speak.
W: "Mike... We need to talk."
Mike stares at Will in silence. Talk? Talk when he shows up at his door looking like this? Mike isn't sure if he should be worried about how sick Will looks or if he should focus on whatever it is that Will's eyes are doing to his brain. Without thinking Mike pulls him inside
M: "... Come on... I... Let's talk in my room."
Will feels the air get stolen from his lungs as Mike pulls him into his room and to sit on his bed... What he wouldn't give to do this every night... What he wouldn't give to push him back on the mattress, tangle his hands in his hair and kiss him until the pain in his chest disappears.
Mike felt like he was loosing Will but here Will was, looking somehow years older though eyes filled with a childlike fear and covered in scars. his eyes are tired and his face is bruised from their chaotic lives but to Mike he's never looked so beautiful. Will sits in bed, silent for a moment before speaking up to Mike
W: "I... I don't take back what I said. I love you... and I'd love you even if it meant losing myself, Mike... But I know I shouldn't... I promise I can change, I can be normal, I swear!"
Those words were enough to break Mike. He doesn't even realize he's crying until he looks into his reflection in the mirror behind Will... he's always had a habit of that, really. looking past Will, right through him to focus on something he thinks he wants. His eyes look back down at Will as he sobs and shakes... His voice comes out before he can stop it
M: "don't say that... Please... Please, Will. Please... Don't say that."
Mike pulls will closer, wrapping his arms around him as Will begins to sob into his shirt
W: "I don't know why I feel like this, Mike... I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry..."
M: "... Why are you sorry? Will, please don't apologize... I..."
No... Mike can't say that. He can't say he loves him too, can he? But looking at Will. Right here, right now... He can't help it as the words slip out.
M: "I... I love you too, Will... I love you so much..."
Will pauses before hugging Mike tighter... 'Please, don't make me wake up. Please let this be real.' He wishes internally, holding onto Mike as if he'd dissapear once he let go. Back to friends, back to nothing. Back to wanting.
Mike pulls back, cupping Will's face in his hands, wiping away his tears before leaning closer to him, feeling their noses brush.
Will stares at Mike in silence, heart pounding in his chest before he nods, kissing Mike, slowly letting his hands drift into his hair as Mike pulls him closer, hands wrapping around his waist as they fall back into the mattress... It feels so right, so perfect... How could something so sweet be a sin? Will's hands drift away from Mike's hair to wrap his arms around his neck as he pulls back, frowning slightly
W: "... What... What are we, Mike... I don't want to just be friends..."
M: "... More than friends... Boyfriends?"
W: "... I'd like that... I'd like that a lot."
Mike pulls Will into another kiss, grinning again his lips slightly as his hands drift to Will's hips, holding him tight as he loses himself in the feeling of their lips against eachother's.
After a moment Will pulls back, laying next to him and wrapping an arm around him
W: "Can... Can we go to sleep for a bit... Sorry... I'm just really tired."
Will mumbles, catching his breath slightly, as his heart hammers against his ribcage.
M: "yeah... Yeah, we can go to sleep... We can sleep for as long as you need, Will."
Mike strokes Will's hair as they both drift off to sleep to the sound of eachother's heartbeats and the feeling of eachother's breath on their faces. For something meant to be a 'sin', God does this feel amazing. So maybe everyone is wrong. Maybe this is heaven.
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