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The amount of energy coursing through Mike right now was enough to power a small city, but he still found himself reaching for another cup of coffee.
The fact that his hand shook as he poured the cup was a thing he was trying to ignore.
There was something so nerve wracking about Valentine’s Day, he just couldn’t sit still. Five cups of coffee didn’t help, but considering how anxious he was, the process of filling the tired, overworked coffee maker, waiting for it to brew, then making a cup was at least something to do while he waited.
Looking at his watch once more, he saw that he was finally in the home stretch: Will would be coming home in less than an hour. For their first Valentine’s Day as a couple.
He had rushed around the apartment to get it clean, then to ready his present and their evening. In between his fourth and fifth cups, a delivery guy dropped off Chinese food from one of Will’s favorite restaurants. Mike was still so paranoid something would go wrong that he peeked into the takeout boxes to make sure they were correct.
A small bouquet of lilies was on the counter top, along with a card he picked out from the drug store. Finding a card from one boyfriend to another was impossible, but he found a cute card and humorously scratched out “girlfriend” and replaced it with “boyfriend.”
“To the girlfriend boyfriend who has it all: I also took out the trash.”
It was downright silly, but honestly imagining the grin on Will’s face had his heart beating out of his chest.
Mike paused, his coffee mug halfway to his lips.
Hopefully love was why his heart was racing like that.
Hesitantly, he took another sip and looked at his watch again.
—
When he heard the front door unlock and then open, Mike sprang out of his chair and smacked his knee on the table.
He let out a silent curse, then fought to recover quickly before Will entered the kitchen.
“Mike, you home?” Will called out and if Mike had a tail, it would be wagging.
“Kitchen!!” It only took a moment for him to enter. The second he did, he stopped and gasped at the sight.
The flowers, the food on the counter, Mike there with unabashed love in his eyes.
“Happy Valen—” He only got out part of the greeting before Will almost took a running jump at him, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck. Mike’s words were halted with his lips, already parting hungrily.
“How are you—” Will started in between the kisses. “So ridiculously sweet—”
“I gotta be sweet—” Another searing kiss. “For you, duh.”
Mike quickly swatted his hand on the counter behind him for the card and pressed into Will’s hand that he already caught making a beeline for his ass. As much as he didn’t want to stop something like that, he did want to get the presents and food out of the way before what could come after.
Breaking the kiss and seeing Will pout because of that made him regret interrupting.
“You didn’t have to get me a card—” He started though his voice clearly sounded like he did want a card. Taking it out of the envelope, he read the front then flipped it open.
Feeling Will’s laughter as he snorted, then giggled, was even better than just hearing it. He loved how Will seemed to laugh with his entire body: curling into himself a little as his shoulders shook with the sound.
“Mike, that is just perfectly stupid, I adore it.” He finally got out after his giggles. “Love the crossed out ‘girlfriend’ too.”
“Yeah, you know me, I’m crafty. And I’m not done....”
Will raised his eyebrows and before he could ask anything, Mike pulled a long flat box out of his pocket.
With bated breath, Mike watched Will’s face color with shock. He had never gotten him jewelry before, but their first Valentine’s Day seemed like the best time to do it.
With great reverence, Will opened the box.
Inside was a sterling silver bracelet with small, delicate chain links. Hanging in the middle of it was a small amethyst in the most perfect reddish-purple color he could find, in an equally beautiful silver setting.
“Oh, Mike.” Will seemed afraid to take it out of the box, so Mike wordlessly offered to put it on for him.
“I didn’t want to get anything too flashy, I knew it would bug you when you’re drawing or painting.” He whispered as he slowly fastened it on his love’s wrist. “And I thought you’d like the amethyst—”
“I love it. And I love you so much.” Will twisted his wrist to see how it looked in the light. His eyes shyly cut up to his own. “I will always have you close by, now.”
Their lips met in a gentle kiss, though Mike did finally allow Will’s hands to indecently dip downwards. It caused shivers up his spine every time his hands fiddled with his waistband.
“Well,” Will slowly said against his lips. “I won’t be rude, I do have something for you, too.”
Mike hummed as they kissed, their bodies pressed close.
“What it’s… not this?”
He felt Will scoff and then roll his eyes. With a quick peck, he darted away to grab something from the other room.
Being alone for that quick second made Mike feel so tired. Didn’t he have five cups of coffee today?
Happily and quickly, Will returned with a small box of his own. It almost was a similar size as the bracelet, so Mike’s eyes widened in shock.
“C’mon, open it quick.” The box was pressed into his hands and Mike found it had a decent weight to it.
He held his breath without thinking as he slid open the box.
Inside the plush box was a gorgeous fountain pen. The golden nib shone in the light and its deep cerulean body was polished to a high shine. His fingers shook as he picked it up, and he felt that the pen balanced perfectly in his hand.
“Wow.” Mike breathed without thinking. Will chucked as he wrapped his arms back around him.
“I thought you’d like something extra nice when you’re writing. I know you use the typewriter a lot but—”
Fueled by love and caffeine, Mike quickly cut him off with a kiss. Still awkwardly holding the pen in one hand, he dropped its box in order to pull Will closer. Now it was his turn to press his hands into the small of Will’s back, firmly venturing downwards to the curve of his ass.
“You’re the sweet one.” He whispered, barely letting his lips leave Will’s. “I’m so lucky to have you.”
Will sighed and Mike breathed it in. Tangling his hands into Mike’s hair, he pressed him into the counter, not giving them any space between their bodies.
“So this was part of your plan, hmm?” Will finally murmured. “Flowers, presents, and I guess food next?”
“Got you Chinese, hopefully it’s still warm.” Mike said, and then without thinking, voiced a thought. “Though I wish I would have held off....”
That caused a wicked grin as Will’s lips trailed down his neck. “Oh, wished you had changed the menu?”
“God,” He shuttered, feebly trying to give themselves some room. “If only, but we really should eat.”
“Well, I can wait for dessert then.”
Mike stopped in his tracks.
“Fuck. I forgot dessert.”
The kitchen was quiet for a moment.
“Michael.”
The look on Will’s face screamed ‘my boyfriend is an idiot, I am not sure how I put up with him.’
Making his intentions clear, one of Will’s hands slowly brushed down Mike’s chest. It teased down the front of his shirt and inched towards his belt buckle. With a pointed look, Will unbuckled it.
And then walked away.
Mike’s brain screamed at him, realizing what the dessert could be.
—
Sitting on the couch curled into each other, eating straight from the takeout cartons, was exactly the way Mike wanted to spend Valentine’s Day. The television set was playing a late night science fiction show they were barely paying attention to.
He was clearly very focused on Will.
Every single time the dim light shone on Will’s new bracelet, Mike couldn’t help but grin dreamily at it. He caught Will looking at it too as he maneuvered his chopsticks into his food.
“I love you.” Mike suddenly spoke, before taking another bite of rice.
Will fondly smiled as he put down his food on the coffee table in front of them. He snaked his arms around Mike’s waist, tucking his face into his shoulder.
“I love you too.” His arms squeezed with the words. “I am just so happy to have you.”
Finally Mike stretched forward, setting his food down as well. Then he didn’t hesitate to pull Will closer and into his lap.
He opened his mouth to say something, but he changed his mind and just pressed his lips into Will’s neck. His heart raced and this time it definitely wasn’t because of all the caffeine.
Will was slowly moving his hips against his own, a sight so captivating he couldn’t help but look down at.
“So gorgeous,” he whispered, his hand moving without thinking to grind his palm on the bulge in Will’s pants. The response was instant, a sharp gasp and his hips bucked forward.
Bracing his hands on the back of the couch for leverage, Will groaned as he continued to use Mike’s hand between his legs.
“Don’t you wanna—maybe we could....” He whispered, biting his lip. Mike squeezed, causing Will to moan out the end of his thought: “Bed!”
Laughing, he gave Will a kiss before moving to pick him up. His hands cradled his thighs as he stood up, Will’s legs reflexively circling around his waist. Being so close was always so intoxicating, and he knew it was only going to get better.
It felt like such a long walk to their bedroom, but somehow they survived the trek. Will couldn’t help but giggle when Mike tossed him on the bed.
And that sight was incredibly tantalizing, seeing Will stretch out on their sheets, so Mike quickly took his shirt off before diving on top of his boyfriend.
It barely took a minute of kissing before Mike lost his control and started to pull on Will’s clothes. He cursed Will’s button down shirt as his still jittery hands fumbled with them. It didn’t help that they were grinding again, and all his blood was going to more important places in his body.
“Fuck— god get out of your clothes, I can’t even think.” This time Mike was groaning into Will’s ear.
He was rewarded with a breathless chuckle as his demand was carried out. Mike had just enough control of his limbs to shrug out of his own clothes, not caring that he threw them any which way off the bed.
The thing that mattered was feeling Will’s body on his own.
Will’s bare chest heaved as he slowly pushed his boxers down, revealing all the skin Mike needed to kiss. It honestly caused his brain to short circuit, seeing the thin trail of hair down his stomach to the angle between his thighs. Mike felt like couldn’t get enough of the sight, like he was dying of thirst and just couldn’t ever get enough.
It was pure instinct that led his lips forward, kissing his hip and moving closer towards Will’s erection. Those beautiful thighs jumped with the touch, a groan erupting from the boy below him.
Before he could finally taste Will, he was gently pushed off his body.
“Lemme—ah, take the bracelet off—” Will gasped as he made to remove it. Mike whined in protest but Will shot a weak glare at him. “Mike. I am not getting.... stuff, on this bracelet.”
That made Mike pause, then groan in understanding. “Fine, fine....”
His hands grazed down Will’s arm, coming to his wrist where the bracelet lay on his pale skin. He kissed his wrist before slowly unclasping it, then reaching over to put it on the bedside table.
“Now….” Will started and before Mike could push him back down, his hand pressed him back against the bed. It was such a gorgeous sight, having Will over him, and before he could blink, his boyfriend turned away and maneuvered himself over him.
“Want this more.” This, Mike realized, was Will facing his cock, his mouth dangerously close to it. His lips slowly pressed against its head, his tongue flattening and swirling around it. The sensation forced a groan out of Mike, and he tried so hard not to thrust into the warm heat.
Will’s hands were never idle, one of them circling the base as he continued opening his mouth wider. Pulling back for a second with a gasp, he made eye contact with Mike.
“Think you wanna.... help me out?” That’s when Mike realized the position Will put them in. His hands quickly grasped Will’s hips and pulled them over his head, where he could get his mouth on his dick in return.
He didn’t waste time, now that Will had asked for it. Putting his lips around it, he felt Will groan against himself, which felt so good he echoed the sound.
It was slightly hard to concentrate, the feedback loop of pleasure bouncing from Mike to Will, and back again. Mike’s hand ran down Will’s side, his fingers stopping at his face and tapping his lips that were busy working on his cock.
With a quick gasp, Will pulled off and replaced his dick with his fingers, eagerly getting them wet. He only distracted him for a moment, and when they were ready, Mike pulled them back with a hum.
Giving the side of Will’s erection some open mouthed kisses, he put his fingers right at his entrance. His middle finger circled it, smoothing the wet around before slowly pressing in. Now Mike wrapped his lips around his head, feeling him thrust forwards into his mouth, then and backwards against his finger.
“Fuck, Mike,” Will whined, resting his head against his thigh. Giving his mouth a break, he loosely jerked Mike in time with the thrusts of his finger. “You take—take good care of me—”
Mike groaned in response, adding another finger and feeling Will arch against him in pleasure. Will’s dick twitched against his mouth as he moved his wrist, pushing his fingers right where they were needed.
Will was murmuring his name over and over again, slightly drooling on his leg as he just held his hand still so Mike could thrust into it. Focusing on his boyfriend was exactly what we wanted to do, so Mike twitched his fingers deep into Will while hallowing his cheeks around his erection.
That was when Will finally tensed and with a long whine, came into Mike’s mouth. Hastily swallowing most of it, he impulsively changed his mind and pulled his face back, allowing some of his release to dribble down his chin.
“Oh, shit,” Mike panted, his head falling backwards against the pillow. Will had almost entirely collapsed on his chest, straddling it as he caught his breath.
After a moment, he finally looked back and seeing the state of Mike, he blanched and slowly turned around, getting a closer look.
“I’m—uh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to....” Will shuddered, his cheeks flushed red.
He didn’t let him finish his sentence, hand waving the concern away. “I… kinda wanted that so....”
That made Will’s jaw drop, eyes wide. “I can’t believe you just— wow.”
His eyes raked hungrily over Mike’s face, and with the slightest pause, he leaned forward to give him a chaste kiss. However, there wasn’t anything innocent about the kiss, the feel of Will’s release between their lips. Mike gasped into the contact, his hips moving forward against Will.
By then, Will had recovered enough to return his attention to Mike’s erection. His hand slid down his body, finally meeting it once again and gripping it. With their kiss deepening, his hand jerked Mike, slow at first before speeding up and twisting his wrist.
“Will...!” Mike murmured, mouth opening further and tasting him on their lips. That finally drew him over the edge, his orgasm punching at him suddenly as he came over Will’s hand.
After a moment, he blinked frantically and found Will over him with a tissue, gently dabbing at his face.
“Well, you’ve, uh…” Will started, a slight grin dancing over his features. “Set a high bar for next Valentine's Day, haven’t you?”
Mike scoffed, shaking his head as he pulled Will closer under the covers.
“Mmm, not done with you though.” He nestled his face into Will’s hair. “Nap, then more?”
He didn’t even hear Will’s answer. Mike instantly fell asleep, and later he realized those five cups of coffee hardly did shit.