Fics like we dance under the moonlight, and then the morning comes

“Will…Will…” Mike’s groans and the squeaking of his bed continued getting louder and more frantic until, suddenly, they stopped. The room fell silent, Mike’s heavy breathing the only sound, and Will became intensely aware of his own breath as he heard Mike start to stir. Even though his heart was pounding in his chest, and he felt like he was about to pass out from lack of oxygen, he forced himself to control every inhale, every exhale, slowing down to an almost painful pace, desperate not to give Mike any indication that he was awake. Faintly, he heard Mike sit up and speak to himself under his breath, “Shit. Not this again.” Again!? Will listened intently to every movement Mike made as he got out of bed, walked across the room, and opened a drawer. He heard the rustle of fabric and the soft snap of an elastic waistband, and his cock throbbed with renewed force as the realization hit him. He came. He came from dreaming about me. or Mike has wet dreams about Will in their shared dorm room, and Will gradually coaxes him into making them a reality.

Fics like we dance under the moonlight, and then the morning comes

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