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Mike hastily kicks the bathroom door shut behind him. He fumbles with the lock until it clicks, his hands flying towards Will’s waist, his lips latching onto his neck. He slides his palms up Will’s shirt, who shivers at the sudden contact. Mike kneads at his sides, pressing his fingertips into him, deep and claiming, leaving tiny, red, crescent-moon marks in their wake. Will squeaks.
“Mike, this is so crazy,” he pants, hands threading into Mike’s hair, “this isn’t right.” Will is about to mention the elephant in the room, but the words die on his tongue as Mike bites down roughly on the junction where Will’s neck meets his shoulders. A groan rips from his throat.
Mike shushes him, hands still roaming, as he plants wet, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw. “It’s fine, trust me. Just gotta–” He slides his knee between the gap in Will’s legs, who gasps. “You just gotta be quiet.”
Will nods his head before tipping it backwards, and it thumps against the door. He lets out a stuttered breath through his nose as Mike continues the assault on his neck. He feels like he is dying.
Hands exploring him, a hot tongue against his collarbones, whispered praises. Will felt weak at the knees. Mike was giving him everything, taking everything—That is, until he abruptly paused. Another noise spills over Will’s lips. The greedy part of Will’s brain wants more, and so, in an attempt to make Mike resume, he gives a sharp, low tug at the curls woven in his fingers. Mike curses.
He brings his eyeline to meet Will’s. His eyes are glassy, a damp fog masking his blown out pupils. A scarlet flush creeps up his neck and onto his cheeks, painting his freckled skin. Mike looks like a wreck—a beautiful, exquisite wreck. Will doesn’t even want to think about what he looks like himself right now.
“I’m going to do something,” Mike gulps, a determined look etched on his face, “if you think it’s too far you tell me, okay?”
Will nods, “Yeah, of course, whatever you want.”
Mike's eyebrows furrow in concentration as he runs his thumb across a spot just below Will’s ear. Will is suddenly aware of why Mike had stopped in the first place.
He feels a wave of embarrassment crash through him. A small, violet hickey rests under the pad of Mike’s thumb. Only, it’s not one made by him—rather by Will’s boyfriend, Carlton. Will jumps to explain himself, but really, what is there to explain? Carlton is his boyfriend, not Mike.
A moment of doubt sparks in his mind before immediately fizzling out as Mike leans forward and nibbles on the mark.
Will whimpers at the sensitivity—a pure, cavernous want aches within him. Without thinking he shoves Mike's face closer to the mark, and Mike darts his tongue out and onto Will’s skin. He flattens his tongue against it and licks a long stripe up, behind his ear. Will’s body reacts before his mind can prevent it and he arches into Mike, eyes fluttering shut.
He feels Mike smirk against him as he sinks his teeth into the already branded area, claiming Will as his own. Will recklessly hopes Carlton will notice, and will ask about it. Another part of him wants to hide it, let it be their little secret. He likes that idea far more.
The selfish part of him wants Mike all to himself. It seems he feels the same way.
“Wanted you so bad,” Mike’s breathing stutters as he maneuvres them towards the sink. He hoists himself up and onto it and coaxes Will to stand between his thighs, “can’t believe you made me watch you kiss him. You were—You—God, I felt like I was going insane,” he admits, shyly.
With Mike perched on the countertop, he towers above Will. He can feel the warmth radiating off of Mike, his cheeks glow. It was his turn now. He glides his hand up Mike’s jaw and rests his fingers on his chin.
Will feels the sudden urge to slip his thumb into Mike’s mouth, to see what it looks like between his lips. Will’s mouth feels dry and he wonders if Mike—whose lips tentatively part—can read his mind. Fuck it. He slides his thumb into his mouth and, as if he had been waiting for it, Mike instinctively sucks. He locks eyes with Will, a teasing glint in his eyes. Will feels like he’s drowning.
“Oh my god, Mike,” he stammers, an ache swoops low in his gut. He can feel his face burning, his nerves tingling—he finds he doesn’t mind the sensation at all. He catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror behind Mike. Crimson and plum colored blotches aggressively bloom over his chest and neck.
There was no going back now. His thumb falls from Mike’s mouth as he steps an inch closer, their chests flush. Their faces are so close that the air between them intermingles as they breathe shallowly. Mike tilts forward ever so slightly, his lips brush lightly against Will’s. They haven’t kissed yet—one slight nudge and they would be.
Mike is still, his hands gripping the edge of the sink, patiently waiting. He was letting Will take charge, and the realisation makes something coil in his abdomen. He waits. There’s something almost more appealing in not kissing someone until you're both desperate, than there is in kissing itself. Mike whines. Will decides, in that perfect moment, that he is going to break up with his boyfriend.
He attempts to close the gap between them when there's an abrupt knock on the bathroom door, Will jumps back and stares at Mike. He looks positively dazed.
“Wheeler!” It’s Max. Shit. “What the hell are you doing in there? It's been like 30 minutes since I saw you go in!”
Will startles and gives Mike a shove, waking him from his hazy state. He gives him a pointed look. Well, say something!
“Max! Hi—I’m just—Uhm—Well, I’m actually—I’m taking a shit.” Mike stammers out and Will gives him a look of disbelief, throwing his hands up in the air in frustration.
“Right. Okay.” Will can hear the unimpressed face she’s making. There’s a moment of silence where he thinks they’re in the clear, up until Max speaks again. “Hi Will.”
He strongly considers moving out of town in the middle of the night and never speaking to anyone ever again.
“Hi Max.”
“Okay cool, that’s what I thought,” the smirk that is most definitely plastered on her face is apparent in her voice, “Carry on!”
Will hears the faint sound of her shoes scuffing, and when he’s sure that she’s sauntered off, he squawks in disbelief. He swivels around and stomps over to Mike who is now standing, leaning against the sink counter. Will gives his chest an accusatory poke.
“I can’t believe you got us caught!” He giggles as Mike hands settle on his hips, “How did she even see you? You’re unbelievable.”
Mike just winks.