Chapter 9

                                    

                                          

Mike's POV
It had almost been a week since Will Byers gave me a hand job. We both woke up in Will's bed and I said I didn't remember how and that it must've been because he was just upset about Chance. He agreed saying he didn't remember either but he doesn't know that I lied. I remember everything. I just panicked when he asked because I didn't want this to ruin our friendship. I honestly don't know why it all happened but I didn't hate it. I actually liked it to be honest. And I guess it scared me because I lied to him. I don't like lying, it makes me anxious because I feel like people can always tell when I'm lying. Every time I see Will it makes me think of Friday night, so I think of it all the time, because I see him all the time. Its a never ending story that I really don't think will end unless I come clean to Will about lying or if maybe I kissed him again, just to see if what I felt was real and it wasn't just because I was drunk. 
We were now walking back to our dorm, skipping geography, but it really wasn't all that important to me. I just wanted Will to be okay after what Troy did to him. When we got back to our dorm we both needed to shower after pe so Will went in first while I sat on the windowsill and lit a cigarette. It seemed we timed ourselves perfectly because as I was finishing my cigarette, Will came out of the bathroom. He was in just a towel tied loosely around his waist, with water droplets falling down his chest and hair wet and oh my god. I had to stop my jaw from physically dropping because he looked that good. And he was being so casual about it?! Just looking through his wardrobe for clothes as if he didn't look like he had just walked out of a Calvin Clein ad. 
"Are you going to shower or are you just going to keep looking at me." Oh fuck. Will looked over smirking and I swear my face just turned fifty shades a deeper red. 
"I- I was just seeing the clothes you were choosing." I mumbled as I attempted to shrug it off, quickly getting up to get to the bathroom and get out of this nightmare. He had decided to spare me as he let it go after a look and went back to looking through his wardrobe. As soon as I locked the door behind me I gulped. Why would I do that? I definitely just made him so uncomfortable what the fuck is wrong with me? Why was I staring in the first place? I don't like how I keep doing this. A boy shouldn't fluster me like that. 
I quickly showered and wrapped my towel around myself, leaving the bathroom. Will was laying on his bed listening to his Walkman, now fully dressed in some baggy jeans and a dark green knit jumper. His hair was still damp so he kept a towel around his neck, to stop his pillow from getting wet. 
"What are you listening to?" He looked up when he heard me speak, and he quickly straightened himself up. 
"Bowie." I simply nodded in approval and just went back to what I was doing, searching for something to wear in my wardrobe. I settled on dark grey jeans and a navy hoodie and I threw them onto my bed. I had put my boxers on before leaving the bathroom, so I unwrapped my towel and began to get dressed. 
I thought I felt eyes on me but I didn't dare turn around to check, because I didn't want them on me. If I had turned around and caught Will staring, it would complicate everything that was already confusing me. Because if he got flustered the way I had, what would have stopped me from thinking he was thinking the same I was thinking? I mean, I knew he was gay already, and I knew that obviously just because he was gay didn't mean he had to like me, but I don't know, deep down I kind of hoped he did. When kissing him felt like nothing but a breath of fresh air, a perfect sunset on the beach or a bouquet of fresh flowers, how could I want anything else? I didn't know what I was, if I was gay or straight or whatever. I had never questioned it until Will Byers, but being with him wouldn't have been confusing, the confusing part would have been everything that came with it. 
When I had finished getting dressed, I jumped onto Will's bed, sitting sideways against the wall of our dorm. I reached over and took his Walkman to see what he was listening too. He had switched out the cassette and was now listening to the Beatles, Abbey Road. He paused it, taking off his headphones and looking up at me. 
"Do you want to listen?" I didn't hesitate to get off the bed to retrieve my own headphones. I went back to Wills bed and he scooched over, allowing me to lay down beside him. I plugged my headphones into the second jack plug and put them on. The song 'something' was playing and Will smiled. 
"This one's my favourite." He said. He closed his eyes and got more comfortable in his bed, enjoying the calm music. Our beds were quite narrow, so our arms and shoulders were touching. I put both my hands on my stomach as I knew if I dared to put my arm by my side, my hand would be on top of his.