The heat from before returns tenfold, nearly drowning Will with the intensity with which it washes over him, and the only thing he can think to do is hide his burning face in Mike’s neck with an undignified squeak , earning him a laugh that surrounds him, reaching his ears and vibrating under his fingers. This, whatever it is they’re doing here, is equal parts embarrassing and electrifying, and Will can already tell he’s going to get addicted to it if he’s not very, very careful. Mike’s hair tickles the side of his face, and his skin is warm where Will’s face is pressed against it, and he can smell the soft tang of sweat and cologne and Mike, and he kind of never wants to move from this position ever again in his life. It was one thing to dismiss attraction and brain chemicals when he and Mike were just friends, but the thing about the human brain is that it’s not actually built for acting: there’s no real way to explain to your body that the love you’re pretending to feel hasn’t been buried deep in your bones all along.