22: a french kiss/kiss with tongue ...
they hadn’t officially been together for very long, but their relationship seemed to move at bullet speed. if mike had to guess why that was—if he let himself slow down long enough to fully piece it together—he’d chock it up to the fact that they’d been in each other’s lives since they were five; they’d been best friends for the majority of their lives—a DECADE. and mike would give anything to be able to go back and change how long it took for him to get his head out of his ass. he and will could’ve been doing this way sooner—could’ve been an actual couple for longer.
but, he supposed that it was better late than never, with full intentions to try to make up for lost time. for as long as it took, he wasn’t hearing any complaining from will’s side of things. that was truly all that mattered to him, anyway.
though, he also supposed that it was hard to do any complaining at all when the two spent most of their time tucked away in isolated places and corners, hands all over each other as they kissed to their hearts’ content. it was like a drug, and mike wasn’t too proud to admit that he was…rather addicted.
what started off as shy pecks and soft, lingering kisses, had rather quickly turned into firmer, more heated and longing kisses. and it was unlike anything that mike had ever experienced. his kisses with el had been something he thought were okay, but they were nothing compared to the spark he felt when will’s lips were on his.
even now, having licked into will’s mouth, brain somehow simultaneously turned to mush while also buzzing with life, mike could feel the same spark he always felt every other time he’d kissed will. though, somehow it was also…different and mike found himself questioning why they hadn’t been kissing like this sooner.
it was so easy to get lost in it, to the point that what was supposed to have been a quick kiss goodnight had turned into a minutes-long makeout session on the byers’ front porch, and mike was perfectly content in procrastinating his departure for as long as he could.
it wasn’t until joyce’s voice from inside could be heard, jarring the two out of their hazy-minded kissing, that they abruptly pulled apart. mike took an extra step back, just to be safe, and reluctantly broke the silence.
“ i’ll see you tomorrow, right ? at lovers’ lake ? ”
when will agreed, mike smiled an all too sappy smile that he would’ve kicked himself for had he been able to see his reflection, murmuring out, “ cool… well—goodnight, will… ” and with great reluctance, he turned to step off of the porch and back to his bike.
