Warm
Staring - Mike Wheeler X Will Byers Rating - 17 (Flirty / Slow Stripping / Bed Sharing) Reading Time - 8 min 25 sec (1092)
Darkness began to fall on the quarantined Hawkin’s. Dinner was long since had and cleared away. Holly was already in bed, Karen and Ted debating in the kitchen, Joyce out with Hopper and El, and Nancy and Jonathan still out at the WQSK. Which left Mike and Will downstairs in the basement of the Wheeler house. The couch and floor made up into the two single beds that Jonathan and Will had been sleeping on the last few nights.
To not disturb them, they both sat doing their homework at the small table they usually reserved for DND.
Mike tapped his pencil aggressively on his algebra homework, his other hand in his jet black locks, twisting deep within the strands. He wore his black Converse, black jeans and long-sleeved blue striped shirt with a yellow collar.
Will sat across from him, his white sneakers against the floor, his brown pants baggy on his legs, his brown plaid button-down flush to his skin, with his deep blue fleece sweater over the top, and his primary colour block jacket over that too. But even still, his knee bounced, and his shoulders shivered.
It didn’t take long for Mike’s gaze to separate from his papers, and he fell directly to Will,
“You okay?” Mike asked,
“Yeah,” Will said dismissively, “I’m fine,”
“Will.” Mike pushed,
“I’m cold,” Will admitted, “I always feel cold these days.”
Mike sighed, “Come on,” he said as he got up from his chair, tossing his pencil and leaving the homework abandoned.
“What? Where are we-” Will began.
But Mike didn’t even give him time to finish the sentence before he grabbed him by the hand,
“Whoa- Okay-” Will gulped, his cheeks flushed bright red, as he gripped Mike’s hand and followed him up the basement stairs,
Mike led Will all the way up the basement stairs and up the living room stairs without a word, all the way up to his own bedroom. He opened his door and closed it firmly behind him. “Lie down.”
“Mike, are you sure-”
“Will. Lie down.”
“Okay,” Will nodded, as he nervously sat himself on the edge of the bed, and slowly lay his back flush on the sheets.
“… I didn’t mean like a vampire, but if you're comfy.” Mike shrugged as he kicked off his Converse. His hands immediately went to his jeans, undoing them in a fast and efficient pull.
Will watched as Mike’s legs were exposed as well as his bright blue boxer shorts. He gulped very secretly and averted his gaze.
Mike climbed into his bed, getting under the covers and his head against the pillow. He then tapped the pillow beside him,
“What?” Will gasped,
“Come on, come cuddle. It’ll warm us both up.”
“Ohh uhh… are you sure?”
“Yeah, come on.”
Will blushed but nodded, and he kicked off his sneakers and came to lie his head on the pillow. His eyes met Mike’s, and he struggled not to react to the feeling of his breath against his face or just how close their noses were.
“You sure you're warm? You can get under the covers?” Mike suggested, his voice lower and more gentle than before,
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah, course I am.” Mike nodded, pulling the covers up to give Will space,
Will gulped again but nodded, as he slipped into the covers, the heat of them both under them making his shivers begin to fade, “Thanks,” He said, keeping his own voice.
“You’re welcome, I wanna make sure you're warm and comfy. Okay?” he said as he wrapped the covers as tightly around them as possible, ensuring everything but their heads was covered,
“Okay, thank you, Mike,”
“It’s okay.” Mike smiled, batting his nose softly on Will’s, “You’re warm enough? Or do you need a cuddle?”
“I… I think I want the cuddle,”
“Do you want it or need it?”
“Want it.”
“Okay.” Mike smiled, “I’ll be slow,” He said as he began to close the gap between their bodies, until his hands found Will’s waist. He slid his hands over his hips and began to shuffle them closer,
Will smiled and rested his own hands on Mike’s chest, his fingertips finding little grips in the wrinkles of his shirt. He let out a long breath as all of Mike’s body from shoulder to toe was against his own, nothing more than an inch between them.
“Is this okay?” Mike whispered,
“Yeah… it’s nice,” Will agreed, keeping his voice matching Mike’s own, batting his nose on Mike’s, “You’re warm,”
“Thanks,” Mike laughed, “It’s a skill of mine, I work super hard on it.”
They shared a laugh, but their voices were barely audible beyond the soft covers.
“It’s appreciated.”
“Do all these layers help you feel warm?” Mike asked, his hands sliding across Will’s back,
“Yeah, but… I don’t feel like I need them right now.” Will panted,
“Do you… Want my help? Taking them off?”
“…Yes,” he gasped,
Mike smiled and nodded, his hands moving slowly and tenderly. He first pushed off the colour block jacket off his shoulders, tossing it out of the bed and onto the floor. He chuckled softly as his hands worked down the fleece, fingers dancing across the soft material, before he grabbed the bottom hem and worked it off, tossing it out of the bed. “You want this too?”
“Yeah… go on.” Will nodded, unable to hide his smile.
Mike nodded and began unbuttoning the plaid button down, working his way up until it was completely undone and pushing it off his shoulders, leaving his chest bare, but not for long, as Mike immediately smiled, “I feel overdressed now.” he cooed as he tossed off his own shirt and pulled Will flush against his chest, their warmth intermingling and their hearts beating together.
Will gasped and blsuhed but his smile was so wide. He wrapped his own arms around Mike, happily resting his head in Mike’s neck. “I feel overdressed now,” he repeated,
“Yeah? These?” Mike asked as his hands slid down over Will’s bare back until he found the brown pants,
“Yeah.” Will agreed,
Mike nodded and happily undid Will’s pants, helping him to kick them off, leaving them abandoned somewhere in the sheets, and revealing Will’s yellow boxes. “Perfect.” Mike cooed as he pulled Will closer and rested his head on top of his.
Will blushed and nodded, “Yeah, perfect.” He agreed, as he curled up as tight to Mike as he could, nuzzling his nose into his neck, “I feel… nice and warm now.”
“Good, maybe you should just… come up here and cuddle up with me every night, since you're so cold?”
“I’d like that,” Will cooed, “Hummmm… goodnight Mike,”
“Goodnight, Will,” Mike smiled, pressing a tender kiss to Will's temple,
