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"Hello?" Mike answered, holding the receiver to his ear.
"Hi, Mike. It's Joyce. I was just wondering if Will is with you." Will's mom's familiar voice floated through the phone.
"Yeah, he is. Let me put him on for you, Mrs. Byers." Mike handed the receiver over to his boyfriend, to which Will carefully took. After all, any sudden movements would ruin their unpremeditated game.
"Hey, mom," Will casually greeted. His fingers twiddled with the cord, pausing every so often before starting up again. His endearing habit had Mike's heart swelling up in adoration. Really, Will was so cute.
While the mother-son chat went on, Mike had to admit: the view of his cock buried alongside the denim of Will's low-riding hot pants was intoxicating. The fabric - scrap, more like - was pushed aside, bunched up and most likely giving the brunet a wedgie. But it was all for a good reason since anyone could easily walk in on them at any time. And while it was rare for the Wheeler's basement to receive any guests other than the Party, at least this way, they could lie and pray the intruder leaves without noticing anything amiss.
It was a farfetched lie, considering Will was practically naked, dressed only in an oversized shirt if he were standing up. It was Mike's shirt, really. Plain white, it easily fell down to Will's mid-thighs, mimicking a dress of sorts. While it was all hot to Mike, the outfit was surely suspicious. And it didn't help the fact that even if Will were to tuck his shirt in, it'd reveal the ultra short shorts beneath.
As of the moment, said shirt was currently half tucked in. The back was somehow still intact beneath the denim, leaving the front to rise up the soft skin of his belly. The button and zipper of Will's shorts were undone, allowing his cock the freedom of being smothered in the sheets below. He had gone commando for easy access, much to Mike's delight.
Just the sight of Will's buttocks hanging out had Mike salivating. The urge to continue fucking Will, regardless of whether he was still on the phone or not, was maddening. Bracing his forearms on the bed, Mike nudged his hips forward into Will's tight heat, burrowing himself just a tad deeper. The hitch in Will's breath had Mike breathless. The fear and excitement of getting caught was intoxicating, and Mike wanted more of it.
"Sorry, mom. One second." Twisting his head around, Will turned to hiss at the teenager behind him. "Will you quit it, Mike!"
"Come on, Byers. Don't you find it at least a little bit exciting?" Mike asked, smiling handsomely. Devilishly, even.
Will opened his mouth to retort, but no words came out. The moment his cheeks were dusted in a light hue, Mike knew he was right. Whether Will admitted it or not, knowing they could be caught, especially by Will's mom of all people, was a huge turn on for both boys.
"Keep it down, Will." With that, Mike set a steady rhythm of rocking his hips back and forth. It wasn't anything intense since it'd be bad for the both of them if they were busted. They were barely fourteen, still in middle school. That's why no one needed to know about the taboo activity they were engaging in.
Will sighed as he felt Mike move. His erection had wilted down to a semi, but now that Mike was rutting against his sensitive insides, Will Jr. was close to bursting with excitement. Quite literally, at that. Beads of precum smeared the sheets beneath their passionate bodies. The sensation of Mike's slow grinding mixed with the way his cock rubbed against the rough fabric felt indisputingly wonderful.
"... That sound?" Will snapped from his daze, momentarily panicking. A million thoughts raced through his mind, but the most important one being: did she find out?
"Sorry, mom. What did you say?" Will hurriedly asked. Anxiety ate away at his mentality, causing him to nervously gnaw on his bottom lip in anticipation. Mike's body heat helped soothe the nausea he felt, and Will was grateful when he felt Mike's hands rub reassuring shapes into his sweaty skin.
"I said that as long as I don't get a call tomorrow saying you missed school, you can spend the night at Mike's house. And as long as you get home by nine, you can hang out with your friends after school." Will let out the breath he didn't realize he had been holding in. If he wasn't currently pinned down, he would have jumped with joy.
"That sounds amazing! Thank you, mom." His voice cracked sometime in between, and that's when Will knew his mom knew something was up - even if she didn't outright say it. Mother instincts and all that jazz. He casted a quick look over his shoulder, fear evident in his wide eyes. Mike didn't seem as worried, but his hips stuttered to a halt nonetheless.
"Do you want to stop?" Mike asked, hunching over so he could whisper in Will's ear.
"I… No-! Just, please, slow down," Will answered, just as quiet.
Emboldened, Mike continued pistoning his hips, but at a slower pace as Will had requested. While the pace was a lot slower than before, it allowed Mike to add a force behind his thrusts that he couldn't achieve before. The sound of skin slapping against skin was nearly audible, but not enough to rouse suspicion. They'd be in the safe zone as long as Will could hold back his noises of pleasure.
"Shit!" Will cursed, raising his hips to escape some of the friction. But in doing so, it only caused Mike's cock to reach that much deeper inside him. With Mike pressing directly against his prostate, Will couldn't hold back a moan.
So much for staying quiet.
"Will, honey. What was that? What's going on?" Joyce asked, concerned for her son's safety. She had every right to be, considering everything they've gone through with the Upside Down, Demogorgon, and multiple near death experiences.
"Uh, nothing! Nothing, mom!" Will practically shouted, albeit in a hushed manner. He didn't need Mike's parents, who were right upstairs, barging in on them as well. That'd be a nightmare neither boy wanted to experience.
"Are you sure? Because that didn't sound like 'nothing.'" Will absentmindedly nodded, belatedly realizing his mom couldn't see him.
"Yes, I'm sure." Will paused, biting his bottom lip as Mike aimed a particularly hard thrust toward his prostate. "Sorry, I got to go, Mom." With that, he slammed the receiver down on the base, abruptly hanging up. He was positive he was going to be interrogated the second he stepped foot inside his home, but there were more pressing matters that needed to be attended to at the moment. Namely, getting fucked.
Will heard Mike sniggering behind him, and he blindly threw an arm back to slap his boyfriend's bicep. While it didn't necessarily shut Mike up, it was the satisfaction of hearing his boyfriend hiss that made Will smile.
"She let you stay the night?" Mike asked after his fit of laughter died down.
"Yeah," Will answered, wiggling his hips as enticingly as he could. He didn't have a lot of wiggle room to begin with, but he made do.
"Cool." Mike's nonchalant reply left Will flabbergasted. He thought Mike would get the hint, but apparently Mike was as dense as a rock.
"Cool? Come on, Mike. Fuck me, please!" Will begged, near tears in desperation. As gangly as Mike was, Will couldn't flip their positions. If he could, he'd ride Mike to within an inch of his life.
"Desperate much, Byers?" Mike teasingly asked. He smirked down at his boyfriend, feeling the incessant need to tease the other boy.
"Mike!" Desperation mixed with irritation was a ticking time bomb just seconds away from exploding. And Will exploded. His snappish tone had Mike springing into action.
"Alright, alright. Just know you asked for it, Will." Grabbing a hold of Will's slim waist, Mike began to vigorously move his hips back and forth, rolling into the tight heat below him.
Sweat dripped from Mike's brow, dripping down the sides of his face. While he would have liked to wipe the salty droplets from his face, his attention was focused solely on the pleasure he was giving and receiving. But mostly the latter. His muscles strained from exertion, but he powered through, working his hips in a robotic manner. In and out, the force behind his thrusts varied as his accuracy steadily declined the closer he got to his climax.
"Will, I'm close!" Mike warned. Having been teased by Will's fluttering hole during Joyce's unexpected call, it wasn't a surprise that he was already close to ejaculating.
A few more thrusts and Mike was shuddering as his climax slammed into him. He buried his face into the soft skin of Will's neck, voicing his pleasure where it wouldn't carry upstairs and blow their cover. Once he was spent, Mike gingerly pulled out of Will's pliant body.
Flipping onto his back, Will shamelessly spread his legs, silently begging Mike to help him finish. A copious amount of drool collected in Mike's mouth, and he audibly gulped at the sight before him. Looking at Will from the front was like looking at a lewd fantasy come true. The way his cock peeked out from the denim, hard and leaking was a sight to behold. And the way his cum was steadily leaking from Will's partially hidden hole was simply intoxicating.
Inserting his fingers into Will's hole, Mike searched for the spot that'd make Will scream. It didn't take long for Mike to find it - he had explored Will's body countless times beforehand. Will jerked beneath his grasp, hand flying toward his mouth to stifle any noises that escaped. Smirking, Mike pressed his fingers against the bundle of nerves, causing Will to cant his hips upwards in a poor attempt to escape.
Mike continued to rub that singular spot, drunk on the rising crescendo of Will's moans. He could tell Will was close to cumming, so ignoring the ache in his wrist, Mike doubled his efforts. He swapped in between fingering Will's prostate and thrusting his fingers in and out of Will's hole.
"Mike-!" Will suppressed a series of moans as Mike continuously fingered him. Everytime Mike prodded his prostate, his body jolted as if an electric shock was zapping him.
Mike watched, enraptured as Will's body arched beautifully against the sheets. Short spurts of semen shot out from his cock, messingly landing on his belly. Mike continued to idly milk Will dry until the latter was whining from overstimulation. Only then did Mike extract his fingers from Will's now semi-gaping hole.
"That felt so good," Will murmured, exhaustion evident in his voice.
"Yeah?" Mike asked, smiling like the dork he was.
Will smiled. "Yeah."
"Here," Mike said, handing a fresh set of clothes to Will. "For tomorrow."
"But what if I want to go to school dressed like this?" Contrary to his words, Will gratefully took the offered clothes.
"I'm the only one allowed to see you dressed like that. Got it, Byers?" Mike uttered darkly, a stern look settling over his face.
"Got it, Wheeler," Will answered, smiling cheekily. If school wasn't an issue, Will would've been up for a second round. Or perhaps even a third bout of rolling around in the sheets.
"Good. Now get dressed."
They had a big day ahead of them tomorrow. Firstly, school. School was like a rooster. Five days a week, it ruined a perfectly good day by cock-a-doodle-dooing in the wee hours of the morning. Secondly, the Party planned on hitting the arcade after school. Either that, or crash in Mike's basement as per the usual. The plan wasn't entirely set in stone, so changes were viable.
And Will still had to think of a good enough excuse to dodge his mom's inevitable confrontation.