mike getting stupid drunk in his first year of college and calling will, obviously, and rambling at him, and will’s actually… never witnessed mike this drunk, so he doesn’t know what to make of it when mike suddenly informs him will should let him suck his dick, he’d be really good at it, please, please, please, c’mon will.
will laughs at first, in disbelief, not really finding it funny, but mike insists he means it. and it has to be some sort of fucked up joke, and will feels hurt and angry but also… mike’s not like that, and he sounds so fucking earnest, always gets a bit unfiltered when he’s tipsy but never like this. so will just quietly says mike’s drunk, and they can talk about it another day (just to get him to leave it be), tells him to get some sleep.
a couple days pass and there’s radio silence from both of them. will doesn’t want to call first, despite having said they’d talk, worried it may seem like he expects anything from mike. but just when he starts getting antsy, thinking maybe it was a weird joke, or else mike’s freaking out too, mike calls.
the conversation starts off normal enough that will thinks mike must’ve somehow forgotten. until mike suddenly drops, “listen, about the other day,” and will has a heart attack. but mike just says he’s sorry for making things weird, and he’s sorry he disappeared, and they can just forget he said anything.
and will doesn’t want to assume, really, but he has to ask… “mike, did you… did you actually… mean that? or was it a joke, or… or, i dunno, a—”
“i— i meant it. the… offer. i meant it and i’m sorry if that’s weird but i just…. i wouldn’t have said anything if i hadn’t been totally hammered, that’s why i never… it was really stupid, and i’m sorry, will, i’m really sorry, but i don’t want you to think i was… making fun. or something.”
“yes, will, jesus, i wanna suck dick. yours, preferably.”
will flushes. “like, to try it, or…?”
“no. well, yeah, but not just to…” he sighs sharply, and will can almost feel his breath gusting through the phone. “i’m gay, okay? i haven’t… i was planning on telling people eventually but i haven’t yet. and this isn’t exactly how i wanted to…” he trails off, then says, quiet but weighty, “you’re the first to know.”
“oh. woah.” the idea that mike is comfortable enough in it to have plans to come out, to say the word out loud so naturally, is mind-bending — how long has he known?
“yeah. sorry if that makes things… weird. me… liking you and stuff. i know you’re, like, over it, but—”
“what?” mike suddenly realises his stupid assumption — that will would see his obvious romantic interest within the sexual desire. “oh jesus, oh shit, fuck, forget i said that—”
“mike! mike, it’s okay! i like you too.”
there’s a very long pause as mike wraps his head around years of mixed signals. will feels tempted to say sorry. he waits.
“can i visit you right now? to— to talk more?”
mike can hear the smile in will’s voice and flushes. “the ulterior motive is that obvious, huh?”
“pretty obvious,” will agrees.
“i really do want to talk. there’s a lot to say.”
“there is,” will agrees mildly.
“i also really wanna suck you off.” it comes out in a rush.
“oh, i’ve heard,” will says. “you were pretty clear about that.”
“oh, god,” mike groans. “oh god, i totally said a bunch of embarrassing shit, didn’t i?”
“i guess that depends on what you see as embarrassing…” he only has the courage to say it because it’s mike’s own words. “do you want to be my good boy and choke yourself on my cock?”
a whine tumbles through the phone, quickly stifled. will listens to mike breathe unsteadily for a few seconds, then hears a breathy “i’m leaving right now.”
will sits still holding it by his ear, shocked anticipation swelling with the dial tone as a giddy grin creeps across his face.
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