Byerton, or Steve x Will (they have a hard ship name)
The Sexual Education of Will Byers. link to the establishing post
"You're telling me haven't even kissed a chick yet?"
Steve said this more to the mirror than to Will, but Will was in the mirror alongside Steve's flowing locks as he styled them, so that counted. Will mumbled out some incoherent uhs and ums and Steve snapped his fingers in his face while applying hairspray. "Words, Byers, words!"
"I've never wanted to!" Will snapped, albeit meekly. Steve rolled his eyes and Will continued. "You know why, Steve."
"Yeah, I know why, Nimrod, I'm just completely and utterly shocked your young, nerdy hormones never gave you the power to want even one kiss from anybody."
Will shifted his feet as he sat on the tub, looking down at the floor.
"What is it Byers? Talk to me."
"I've wanted to kiss people...boys. Only boys. Only Mike, really. I find other guys cute but, I dunno. Not like we were playing a lot of spin the bottle with other girls. Gotta have friends that are girls first, and El obviously doesn't count."
Steve scoffed. "Yeah well Mike kissed her plenty."
"I don't think anyone would call that kissing," Will snickered. Steve gave him a proud smile and did the finishing touches to his hair. He was trying a bit more curl this time, and with mullets going a bit outta style he wanted to get ahead of the curve, give some volume to the top.
"How's it look?" he asked.
Will cleared his throat as he looked Steve up and down, those brand new curls shining and fluffy. "Uh, good."
"Damn, so encouraging," Steve replied and roughed up Will's hair. "So you and Mike haven't kissed yet?"
"No." Will's voice depressed. "It's not, like, easy to put into practice if that makes sense. I've thought about it plenty, like..a lot."
"Obviously."
Will went red. "And, um, then there's being there with him. Being alone with him, and I think he feels the same as I do because we'll hold hands and be close but we don't do anything. I know he wants to do 'stuff' too, but..."
"You can say sex, dude. Sex, his dick, kissing, blowjob, et cetera."
"Steve!"
"Am I wrong, Byers? Am I wrong."
Will crossed his heels. "No, you're right. But we can't just go and do that stuff right off the bat and, I dunno, I wanna know what i'm doing before any of that happens."
"Hence why you are here with moi, mon cheri?"
"Mon frer, you mean."
"See, this is why you haven't kissed anyone yet."
Steve threw open the bathroom door and cocked his head for Will to get out. "Come on, Byers. Bedroom. Now."
Will showed a momentary confusion before remembering that Steve's bathroom is in fact attached to his room, dutifully following him into the area.
"Stand here." Steve pointed to a spot in front of his bed. Will obeyed and planted his converesed feet there, Steve now in front of him. "Alright Byers: kiss me."
Will's cheeks screamed blush. "W-w-what? But--"
"Will, baby," Steve put on that sardonic charm and clasped Will's shoulders. "You wanna wow that twig? Show me what you got and we'll go from there. Take a deep breath, pretend I'm Mike or Patrick Swayze or some shit, and kiss me."
"And you're--okay with it?" Will seemed not to have reservations, per se, but an uncertainty that Steve was, well, serious.
"We've been over this Byers!" Steve groaned. "Thanks to our favorite whack-o Robin, I've come to understand I enjoy the company of everyone! Who knew! Now, I will not be catching feelings for you, if that's what you're cute ass is worried about. You're all Wheeler's and--"
Will shoved his lips against Steve's. Nearly knocked him over. A fire shot up Steve's spine, curled across his shoulder blades and down his arms, ignited the guy in his pants. For all the complaining and nerves Will was, fuck...he wasn't too shit at kissing. He was awkward, no question, and didn't move them nearly enough to stimulate a nice reply, but his lips were about as full and soft and silky as that ass must be, and suddenly Steve was thinking about grabbing it and pulling Will closer, making use of that bed, and...
"Steve?"
Will had pulled back and Steve was stock still, eyes closed, lips gently parted. "Uh. Um. Well done." he stammered. "Needs work but we can keep at it. I just need to get some water."
