Will didn’t give himself time to second guess or chicken out but he still breathes a sigh of relief when Mike pulls at him instead of pushing him away, when the bone deep fear that Mike wouldn’t be okay with being the boy who made Will realise he’s gay even if he was supportive about him being gay starts to dissipate. What he gets instead is Mikes arm around his waist, which is good because his knees feel a bit weak.
Will is definitely crying a little bit when they break apart but the rain conceals it, there’s a bit of blood on Mikes top lip that he would wipe away if he were willing to move his hands from where they’re resting on Mikes chest. There’s so much he wants to say, that he loves Mike, that he’s sorry for lying, that he’s sorry it took him so long to be brave, that he should have told him the feelings he talked about in the van were his and he should have just owned up to them sooner. He doesn’t get to though because Mike is kissing him again and it’s better than the first one, probably because he’s letting Mike lead instead of blindly attempting to follow his instincts even if it meant it was a little awkward.
They’re both soaked to the skin and Will can still feel the electricity from the storm crackling around them, or maybe it’s just him, it feels like every nerve is sparking. He isn’t even scared they could get caught, nobody is going to be out around the worst, most damaged part of town in this weather anyway.
When they finally part again Will is shivering a little. But this is important, more important than risking a cold. “Just so you know, I need you, and I think you just broke the curse and I’ll always need you and if I do have to go to hell I’m taking you with me,” it comes out rushed, jumbled, but he needs to say it, needs Mike to know. “And I love you. Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”
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Date: 2024-10-03 01:42 am (UTC)Will is definitely crying a little bit when they break apart but the rain conceals it, there’s a bit of blood on Mikes top lip that he would wipe away if he were willing to move his hands from where they’re resting on Mikes chest. There’s so much he wants to say, that he loves Mike, that he’s sorry for lying, that he’s sorry it took him so long to be brave, that he should have told him the feelings he talked about in the van were his and he should have just owned up to them sooner. He doesn’t get to though because Mike is kissing him again and it’s better than the first one, probably because he’s letting Mike lead instead of blindly attempting to follow his instincts even if it meant it was a little awkward.
They’re both soaked to the skin and Will can still feel the electricity from the storm crackling around them, or maybe it’s just him, it feels like every nerve is sparking. He isn’t even scared they could get caught, nobody is going to be out around the worst, most damaged part of town in this weather anyway.
When they finally part again Will is shivering a little. But this is important, more important than risking a cold. “Just so you know, I need you, and I think you just broke the curse and I’ll always need you and if I do have to go to hell I’m taking you with me,” it comes out rushed, jumbled, but he needs to say it, needs Mike to know. “And I love you. Sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”