byler pillow talk/willsexual/bi mike drabble that's been spinning in my mind for a while below the cut
"Do you even like guys?"
Will's currently laid against Mike's chest, both of them as naked as the day they were born. Mike's hand is rubbing down his back, over the curve of his ass, and back up to cup the nape of his neck and running through the hair there before repeating the pattern. Will's question makes Mike still, his hand coming to a stop at the small of Will's back. Will's own hands are tracing invisible flowers on the skin of Mike's lower belly and through Mike's happy trail.
Will thinks it's probably a silly question, all things considered.
Mike's made it abundantly clear over the course of the past couple of months that he's into Will. Hell, he just gave Will one of the best fuckings of his life.
Okay. Well. Maybe not one of the bests. But it was still good! Really good! Will enjoyed himself and so did Mike, and they had fun and that's all that really matters.
Maybe a minute has passed with no response when Will speaks again.
"We don't have to talk about it right now if you don't want to," he mumbles, "I was just curious," He finishes, turning his head and pressing a kiss to the base of his throat.
Mike inhales sharply, the movement of his hand picking up again, as if kicked into action by the sound of his voice.
"No- No it's fine it's just…" Mike's voice trails off, "I guess I've never really thought about it, you know?"
No. Will doesn't know. He tells Mike as much, lifting himself onto his elbow so he can make eye contact with him.
"I just—" Mike pauses, taking a moment to think before he continues. "I'm pretty sure I'm into women. I mean I was with El, and I did — I did like her."
Will must make a face because Mike scrambles to continue.
"And I like you! I mean I really, really like you. I mean, I don't think I've ever felt this way about anyone I've ever met before."
If Will's face wasn't already flushed, it would be now. Mike's told him that several times over the past few months, but it never fails to make him feel like a giddy little kid again. It makes him feel gooey in a way he hasn't felt since got with his first boyfriend. If Will could share this moment with his fourteen-year-old self, he'd never believe it.
"And like, If I did really think about it, I probably am into guys as a whole. And, maybe I should think about it more, but, like, I don't think it really matters," He shrugs, "Because, I have you now, right?" He says it like a question, gazing up at him with wide, hopeful eyes.
Will thinks Mike is right, he probably should think about it more, and they should talk about it. Will also thinks that could be a later day thing.
"Yeah, you have me," he says with a smile.
He leans down to kiss him, squealing when Mike hauls him into his arms and flips them over before smothering him in kisses.
