a fanfiction I made at 3 am after watching stranger things 5, it’s a little gayer than usual but here’s the kissing one-shot
(non-smut, alternate universe, and again I wrote it at 3 am so sorry about spelling mistakes or like weird wording)
“C’mon!” Mike said enthusiastically.
“Wait up- oh my go- dude!”
Will ran as fast as he could to catch up. Mike was surprisingly fast.
“Betcha six bucks I beat you to the top of the hill!” Mike turned his head and yelled.
“Hey! That’s not fair, you’re already closer!”
Mike slowed to a stop, and turned around. Will was right behind him, having caught up a few steps. Mike stared at Will and smirked.
“Yeah, you’re right Byers. I’ll race ya.”
“Deal, wheeler.”
They stood side by side, and got ready to run.
“Three… two… one, go!”
Mike bolted the second he said go. Will began to run, but his legs already hurt from chasing after Mike.
He slowed to a stop, putting his hands on his knees as he caught his breath.
Mike looked behind him to his friend, and saw that he was exhausted. He turned around, and walked a few paces towards Will.
“Hey, are you good?” He shouted from the hill.
Will took a deep breath in and tried to shout back, but he was so tired that his words weren’t loud enough.
Mike got worried and rushed down the grassy hill. He stopped next to Will and crouched a little. He placed his hand on Will’s shoulder.
He flinched under Mike’s touch.
Mike seemingly noticed, and removed his hand.
“Whoa.. are you okay?” He asked.
Will looked at the ground. He lowered himself to the ground and sat down. He crossed his legs, and Mike did the same.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just… really tired, I think.”
“What did you eat today?”
“Oh just.. uh.”
Will looked down at his hands as he cracked his knuckles out of nervous habit.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t eat anything.” Mike said in a scolding tone.
“Will, you have to eat. It keeps you alive,” Will looked up at him as he spoke, turning around and grabbing the backpack off his shoulders. “Did you drink anything either?”
Will’s face flushed red and he shook his head.
“Here.”
Mike handed him a plastic waterbottle. Will opened it and took a sip. He forgot how nice drinking water was, and drank more and more until before he knew it, it was empty.
“Holy shit, you really haven’t drunken anything,” Mike said softly as he stared. “c’mon.”
Mike stood up, his backpack hanging off one arm. He thrusted a hand in front of Will, helping him to stand up. He took the waterbottle from Will’s hands and shoved it in the backpack.
And then, a surprise came.
Mike grabbed Will’s hand once more, and began to walk.
This would make sense, kind of, if they were rushing up the hill or something. Maybe running and if Will was behind a bit.
But he wasn’t.
And they weren’t.
They were just walking. And.. holding hands.
Will felt a hot pink blush crawling up his neck to his ears. He couldn’t see it but he knew his face was redder than an apple.
Mike sped up a bit, causing his hand to be pulled forward.
Will tried to speed up, but all he could focus on was his hand. Or, more accurately, Mike’s. Will always had this… fascination, with Mike’s hands.
His hands were perfect. His nails were neatly trimmed and clean, and his hands were so soft.
But it was the imperfections that made them impeccable.
The dents in his knuckles, and the dip in just tendon just below his thumb.
The way they were so detailed, and honestly gorgeous.
Will was staring at their hands smushed together for too long.
So long in fact, that he wasn’t looking where he was going. He foot got caught on a rock, and it pulled his leg backwards. He began to fall, making a squeaking noise just as his face was about to hit the dirt.
Someone had caught him. Not caught really, but didn’t let him fall. Will had tripped into Mike.
While Will was staring at their hands, mike noticed he was distracted, although not sure by what.
He turned around just in time, and Will tripped onto him. Mike let go of his hand and caught Will by the arms, holding him up as he squeezed his eyes shut.
Will was leaning into Mike. Their chests were touching as he held up Will. He opened his eyes to find Mike staring down at him with concern. He scrambled to find his footing, and after a second of stumbling, he found it and stood in front of Mike.
“Dude, are you okay?”
“Yeah- yep, I’m fine.”
“Are you su-“
“Yes! Uh huh, lets go.”
“Okay…? Uh, we’re almost there, okay?”
Will nodded, and began to fidget with his hands again. He closed his eyes and stood there for a moment.
He opened his eyes to a hand, creeping into his.
Mike still stood in front of him. Something was… off. Not in a bad way, but just not normal.
Mike’s eyes looked soft and kind. His perfect hands gently took Will’s in his own. This time however, it wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t like a handshake, it was real.
Mike put their arms together and intertwined their fingers. His hands were so soft.
Mike looked down at their hands, but did not move.
He looked up at Will. Will’s mouth was open not really knowing what to say, but knowing his heart would beat out of his chest if they just stood there holding hands.
Their eyes met.
Will’s breath hitched, and he could swear on his own soul he could hear Mike’s catch as well.
“C’mon.” Mike breathed, quieter than an empty room.
He looked away first, and began to lead Will up the hill. The second their eyes broke contact, Will breathed. He felt like his heartbeat was breaking a world record.
It was only a few minutes of walking, but they walked in silence.
Honestly, if this was his eternity, walking in a beautiful field full of flowers and holing hands with the boy he loved, he would be at peace.
Until… they stopped.
He looked around.
They had stopped atop the hill. It was… breathtaking. Every single flower I within a mile could be spotted from this view, blues and yellows and reds, with the green of the grass.
“Hey.”
Mike’s voice caught Will’s attention. He looked to Mike.
“If I put down the blanket, can you get the food out of my bag?”
He nodded. Mike grabbed a rolled up quilt from his backpack, and laid it on the grass. As he straightened out the edges, Will grabbed the water bottles and the sandwiches.
They set up their picnic, and sat down on the quilt facing the gorgeous view.
Will sat down first.
And then Mike. Mike plopped himself down onto the quilt directly next to Will, so close they were touching shoulders. He opened his waterbottle, and took a swig. Will did the same.
They sat there in comfortable silence.
Mike laid back, and put his knees up. He put his left hand under his neck, and the other on his stomach.
As he did this, the bottom of his shirt lifted ever so slightly to reveal a sliver of pale skin.
Will tried to look away, but it wasn’t easy. So, he laid back too. He kept his hands on his stomach… until he thought about something else.
He looked over at Mike.
His eyes were closed. His face was still, and calm under the shade of the tree behind them.
He looked so still.
Until his hand moved.
It was a quick movement, but slow enough for Will to process it.
Mike had removed his hand from his stomach. He took Will’s along with it, and place their hands in between them.
Once again he intertwined their fingers, but this time, he began to rub circles into Will’s hand with his thumb.
Will closed his eyes.
This couldn’t genuinely be real. Right?
As he laid there, his thoughts began to consume his mind.
Pictures of his friends first. Then family. And then… Mike.
Mike was his friend.
Or.. he was mike’s friend. Mike was far more than that. Mike was… something. Loving Mike was even more. It was a part of his soul. Something he couldn’t change. Something he didn’t want to change.
His dark curls, and his Coca-Cola brown eyes. Billions of freckles across his face like stars. The way he led people, and how he helped whoever he could.
The times they shared as kids. Learning waht life meant. Learning that it was valuable if you had someone there with you.
They had eachother.
Since kindergarten, they had eachother. Since elementary, when they got bullied. Since middle school, when they figured out what they liked, what they were interested in. Since freshman and sophomore year, learning to be who they were. Learning who exactly they wanted to be.
Always together.
And now. Junior year, in the spring. In a field on Will’s birthday.
Holding hands, in that field. As if nothing could happen.
Will felt something. Mike squeezed his hand, and Will opened his eyes.
Mike had turned his head to face Will, looking back at him.
“Happy birthday.” Mike said with a smile. His curly hair fell to the side of his face, and Will couldn’t help but smile back.
“Thank you.”
“Can I tell you something?”
Mike’s voice was quiet, as if he was scared someone else would hear.
There was no one in this field for miles.
“Always. What’s up?”
“Uh… it’s kind of weird.”
“So? We’re weird.”
“Well.. Y’know how me and El like… kissed, and stuff?” Mike turned away as he said this, looking up into the sky.
Will could feel Mike’s hand twitching in his own.
“Yeah…?”
“Would you ever… kiss someone? Someone you liked?”
If it was even possible, Will’s heard began to race faster, and faster.
“I uh… I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“I mean it hasn’t exactly happened yet, so.. I dont know.”
There was a long moment of silence, as Will
Pondered his next response.
He opened his mouth to speak after about a minute of not talking, when Mike said something first.
“Would you ever kiss a boy?”
Will’s eyes widened, and his heart practically stopped. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t move.
How was he supposed to react.
Mike turned his head again, browns furrowed and eyes squeezed shut.
“I think… I think I would.” He whispered.
Will stared at the boy.
Did he just… did he say he would kiss a boy? Did he just come out to Will?
“Is there something wrong with me?” He asked even quieter.
Will jumped to answer, not daring to let Mike think that for even a second if he could prevent it.
“No! No, there’s not. Absolutley not.”
Mike opened his eyes to stare into Will’s eyes.
“There’s not?”
“No. It’s okay.”
Will just stared at Mike, and tried to smile at him.
He sat there in contemplation, staring into the face of the boy he loved.
And he decided.
“Can I tell you something too?” He asked.
“Always.” Mike said.
“I would too.”
“You’d… you would?” He said.
His expression wasn’t anger, or sadness, or even happiness.
It was awe. Admiration. Acceptance.
“I would.” Will said quietly.
Mike just laid there and stared into Will’s eyes.
And then… something else happened.
Mike slowly let go of Will’s hand. He propped himself up on that arm, and put the other on the ground in front of him to stabilize himself.
Will just stared. Terrified. Elated. A lot of things.
Mike inched forward, and leaned in just the slightest bit.
His face got closer and closer…
And then he spoke.
“Would you kiss me?” He breathed.
Will felt his entire world crash. His heart began to beat again, faster than a train speeding down it’s track, and his face became bright red.
He nodded.
And so… Mike leaned in. He closed his eyes, and their lips met.
They stayed there, if only for a second, and Will was in pure bliss.
He smiled through the kiss, and he could feel Mike doing the same.
His lips were so soft. Smelled like pine, and campfires.
Mike pulled away, and opened his eyes. He looked as if he just saw color for the first time after being colorblind for his whole life. His eyes sparkled with life, and he leaned in again.
Will stopped him, and spoke.
The second kiss was.. everything. Mike put his stabilizing hand on the opposite side of Will, nearly on top of him. Will put his hand on Mike’s face, and the other on his waist.
He felt Mike’s smile grow through the kiss when he kept his hand there.
Their lips practically melted together, pulling apart and sticking back together like magnets.
Will could feel Mike’s heartbeat, and hear it loud as day. Their heartbeats were both going a million miles per second, skipping beats and stopping at the same time.
Everything flashed trough Will’s head.
Every glance, every shoulder touch, every giggle, every awkward sleepover. Every time they wanted to kiss but thought they couldn’t. Every second of their life together flashed before his eyes.
The way Mike made him so happy. The way he brought him gifts, and fixed his broken toys as kids. How happy he was when something good happened to either of them. How supportive he was, how kind.
Even the bad parts. Every argument, every act of kindness from one another to patch it up.
Will could feel Mike’s soft lips opening and closing as they kissed. Mike slipped his tongue into Will’s mouth, if only for a second. As embarassed as he was about it, Will let out a squeak.
Mike pulled away.
“Oh my god, I- I’m sorry- I,”
Will tilted his head up and shut Mike up with another kiss.
This time he mimicked Mike’s action, and Mike made the same squeak.
“Can I uh.. can I put my leg over you?”
Will felt his face grow red hot once again, and nodded.
“You can tell me if you get uncomfortable.”
“Yes. I do want that.”
Mike smiled, and he did so.
He swung his leg over Will’s waist, and sat atop his stomach.
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Ye-yes, yes I am.”
Will nodded furiously.
“Ive never really… this is new. For me.”
“Well… you can always tell me if you don’t like something? Or to stop, or if you’re uncomfortable.”
“We’re not gonna like-“
“No. No, we’re not doing that. Just kissing.”
Will nodded again, and smiled.
Mike nodded as well, and leaned in again, as their lips pressed together.
As much as he hated to do this, and as much as he loved having Mike… like this, he was being kind of suffocated by the weight. He pulled away, and closed his eyes as he spoke.
“Actually, uh.. can you-”
“Yeah, of course.” He smiled.
He was thankful that Mike immediately understood, taking his leg off the boy, and laying next to him.
Will sat up a tad, and leaned into Mike.
He put his hand on Mike’s chest, and hey just laid there on their sides, kissing. The world could end right there, right then, and neither of them would care.
They were at peace. They were safe.
They both finally knew.
They knew who they were. Not entirely, but enough to accept themselves.
-
After about fifteen minutes of this, Will pulled away.
They laid next to eachother, staring into the other’s eyes.
“Wait… was that your first kiss? Er.. kisses I guess?”
“Uhm… yeah. Why, did I do something wron-“
“Absolutley not. That was amazing. You’re a great kisser Byers.”
Will could feel his face grow red for about the eight thousandth time that day alone.
“You are too Wheeler.” He smiled.
They both burst out laughing
