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Assistant: Title: Did you miss me?
        Author: Anonymous undefined 
        Chapter: 3/3 
        Summary: The party reunites after 18 years, Mike is married to Eleven but when he reunites with Will, he takes out his darkest wishes.
        Contents: Chapter 3: The end.
    

    


      
        
          
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    Mike was still annoyed and illuminated only by a yellow streetlight when he finally stepped onto the street, and in search of his cigarette pack he came across his cell phone in the back pocket of his jeans. He looked at it. He gritted his teeth and unlocked it. To Will: "Are you at home?" He slipped the cell phone back into a pocket and hurriedly lit a cigarette, taking several puffs and swallowing the smoke for long seconds. The device vibrated. 
  Will

  Yes. What's up?
 He smoked again. Another two puffs in a row. 
  Me

  I want to see you
 This time the answer took a little longer. He knew he would need another cigarette after finishing that one. Will  
  You know where I live
 He reached for the lighter again before breaking into a walk. He dodged a puddle, his muscles still tense, yet he whistled as he saw a cab turning down the street. The phone vibrated one last time. 
  Will

  Are we going to f@ck?
 Mike braked as the cab slowed. He unlocked it and typed before tossing the b@tt to the curb. 
  Me
Yes. The presumed security guard at the precarious building even looked at him as he found the main gate open and headed for the block where Will lived. He remembered the floor, so he fisted the elevator button as he stepped into it. He brought his gaze to the reflection back at him in the dirty, fogged mirror and pushed his hair back from his forehead. His eyes were red from the joints, always the same after just one puff, and his cheek was red from the slap Eleven had given him. His rictus was still tight and he preferred to keep his fists clenched as he thought it would control the tension better. Stupid Eleven, she always put him in a lousy mood. His neck and head ached; whatever was swirling in the center of his chest was about to overflow. He reached the floor and took a deep breath before stepping out of the elevator and taking a minute of clockwork before he dared to take a step. He was looking at the door he intended to head for. After another minute, he walked over and pounded on it. He knew exactly what he was doing. Acting on impulse never did him any good, but there he was, with no intention of controlling himself. Will opened it for him, wearing his yellow robe. Mike already knew him, he was naked. His green eyes fixed on him when he didn't move. And it was Mike's chest rising and falling with each breath as he looked him up and down. Mike didn't like his looking at him like that, like he was innocent; like he'd never done anything. Will started this. If Will hadn't cajoled him, he wouldn't be in that situation. If he hadn't taken him to that hotel, if they hadn't had that stupid tea.... F@ck, things would be so much easier. Yes, the more Mike looked at him, the more he had to control the tightness in his muscles. It was so easy to loathe that brash guy who was no longer that shy, innocent little boy he once knew, the Will he knew at Hawkins would never have seduced him like this, would never have touched him because he would be afraid of him, the Will he knew wouldn't have done this to him. He hated it. He looked at him and tried to p@ss it on. However, when Will went to finally open his mouth, Mike lunged at him, kissing him with every drop of pent-up rage. He kissed him roughly, seeking his tongue and tugging at his robe, demanding every moan that was beginning to get stuck in Will's throat. Will slammed the door shut, backing down the small hallway and bumping into the bathroom door as Mike undid his robe bun, and pulled his hair and bit his jaw. Then he did the same to his neck, three fingers below his left ear. Will led them to his room, forgetting to lock up when his back slammed against the wall again. It was Mike who locked them in, helping himself up with a foot before practically ripping off his jacket. That time it was the other who sought his mouth and played with his tongue, ramming it hungrily and carelessly, causing even their teeth to meet. When that happened, they growled. The fabric of Will's light robe sounded cracked moments before it flew to the bed. Mike's shirt stayed behind the door and the atmosphere was charged with the sounds of kissing and saliva. Mike kicked off his shoes and tugged at his jeans. When he saw Will stroking his hips he froze. Will wasn't quite naked behind that robe. He struggled to even get a voice out. "W-what are you wearing?" Mike thought Will was a b@st@rd for blushing. For pulling a few strands of hair behind his ears and watching him like that, batting his eyelashes like that. Will lifted his chin. "Don't you like it?" he asked low. He went back to fiddling with his hip bones. "F@ck" growled Mike , fixing his gaze on the black garment "Lingerie..." Black, tight and bulging. His erection peeked through the lacy edge. Will is a pr@ck. A c@nt. Mike moved closer to him, looking that time into the crystal green eyes, his lips were moist; imprisoned between his teeth. Will moaned loudly and unlamentedly as Mike brought his hand to his crotch and squeezed, bringing their noses together. He stroked his c@ck over the thin satin garment. "And you've made up," Mike said, forcing him to look at him. "I-It's just a little lip gloss. "He swallowed saliva when he noticed a lick on his chin "Overdone." "I like the way it tastes." Will smiled, a gesture that was short-lived when Mike kissed him again. Everything was starting to go too fast. Mike was naked, pressing his own erection against Will's pelvis, continuing to grope at his. He liked it when Will got like this. When his limbs went slack and only served to tangle in his own. When he could only manage to purr and tear his lips apart as he nibbled desperately at them. And all the while, Mike's mind was racing even faster. His body was a hotbed of tension and excitement. Of arguments and moans. Of prejudices and desires. He silenced Will after eating his mouth and even making his lip bleed. He barely allowed his to exhale as he let the black culotte slide down his legs. As he clawed at his thighs and Mike got down on his knees. "Oh..." moaned Will in outrage, digging his fingernails into his palms "F@ck... f@ck..." "Shut up" growled Mike, pinching one of his knees "I want you to shut up. Don't say anything." Will stifled a gasp and opted to cover his mouth. Mike saw it. He further saw him biting his lips to keep from speaking. He saw his tousled hair and flushed cheeks. He could feel him trembling. Almost as much as he was. Mike closed his eyes and bit one of his thighs, feeling his skin warm; soft. At that moment he already preferred not to think about anything else, he didn't want to think about his marriage, or the past, or his wife. He just wanted to extinguish the fire in his own system and calm his every sensation. It was enough to bring the image of Will's satin garment back to his mind to feel the need again. With his knees anchored to the floor, Mike grabbed Will's crotch and looked up before squeezing it in his hand and watching it vibrate from head to toe. Then, without planning it, just letting himself go, he moistened his lips with his tongue. And sucked.  Then Will moaned loudly; he lost himself. Giddy, emitting those little noises that only made Mike rub his own throbbing erection against his hand. He began to m@st@rb@t@ as he pulled his mouth away from Will's member, as he began to choke on the saliva pooling at the corners of his mouth. He closed his eyes before trying again. Will had to bury his hands in Mike's curls just before he grunted. Mike gasped again and looked up at him, feeling a tug as the other, desperate, pushed them both back against the bed. "I don't want to c@m so fast," Will said and was quick to reach for his tongue, fiddling with his torso as he fell on top of him. Mike was on the verge of letting out a whimper when with that he felt himself getting harder. "You've been with others?" spoke Mike with a low tone and a certain accent that Will couldn't identify, but it was enough to make his skin bristle all over and a fleeting sensation of heat settle in his lower abdomen. "Now?" "Yes."  "Only with you."  "Really?" "Yeah why, you want me all to yourself? "Will batted his eyelashes parsimoniously.  Mike arched the corners of his lips, and, stretched one of his arms until he owned the brown man's waist, drawing him into his body more and more. Will wrapped his arms around the man's neck in a smile, he loved the rough way he was treated by Mike in those situations. It made him feel like Mike loved him still, like he was Mike's.  "I'm yours" Will suddenly says and Mike looks at him in surprise "I've always been yours." Mike chuckled against his dermis, and slid his kisses down the brown man's jaw, moving down to his neck. Will gasped, pressing his palms against the man's broad back as he sucked on the underside of his collarbones. Mike's hands moved down from his waist to his buttocks, where he kneaded over the fabric of the lingerie. Their mouths created a wet, sonorous noise as they joined, their tongues clicking as they met and molded to each other in their oral cavities. They were so territorial, possessive and stubborn, that every encounter was a struggle to find out who could dominate more. Will wanted to enjoy Mike a little before it all went to sh@t. He wanted everything from him, he wanted him to touch him, to kiss him, he was almost crazed. He didn't want to share him, he didn't want Mike to leave and sleep in the same bed with Eleven, that thought tormented him every night.  Will gasped as Mike's tongue flicked shallowly over one of his nipples, which hardened almost immediately at the cold contact. Will leaned down and grabbed Mike by the cheeks pulling him closer to his mouth, kissing him again. A hard, rough, almost violent kiss, his teeth tugging Mike's lips hard whenever he got a chance, nibbling. Even calling what they were doing a "kiss" was a bit of a misnomer. Because it went beyond that. It was as if they wanted to devour each other with a voracious appetite. The wet sound was becoming more and more audible in the four walls of the kitchen, the unrelenting heat of their bodies spread through the place, causing it to feel that much heavier. Will caught his lower lip with his teeth, and drew his head back for a moment with his back arched, a spasm made him jump as he felt Mike's hard, rough hands press into his hips possessively and pulled his body into him, made the shorter man feel his aroused, hard manhood against the crease of his wet @ss. Mike lined his member up and plunged in, feeling it expand with every inch it entered his body. Will felt the familiar pleasure mixed with some pain coming from his spine, they both let out a prolonged moan, which closely resembled a grunt.  The room smelled of s@x for hours. The sound of their moans, lewd phrases, rude words and requests for "more" bounced off the walls. Also rough laughter ending in gasps and lots of kissing noises. Will was sweating with his hair sticking to his forehead, flushed as this time, Mike squeezed his neck with one hand. His hips and legs together were to one side as he was penetrated and he looked lost in the pleasure of each thrust. In the need to control his panting so as not to choke. As best he could he was stroking an arm of Mike, who was reaching up to his lips to blow them without at any time ceasing to choke him. "Well?" mumbled Mike , knowing he was on the verge of breaking down in a new @rg@sm. "I-almost..." he managed to articulate "...I.. Sh@t, I want more." Mike could only obey and f@ck him hard. He could swear he had never felt so out of control. Eleven's words are in his head torturing him, «She'll do the same to you, she'll go with someone else better» just imagining Will with someone else fills him with unbridled rage.  Will moaned as Mike began to pound his @ss with much more power. He clawed at Mike's back hard as he groaned in between gasps at the unbridled brutality his hips. Mike collapsed, whimpering outrageously, sinking into Will's body, he released his grip on his neck as they both c@m. His softening c@ck quivering in the other's body. They both finished shaken, their breath choking in their lungs. Will coughed still flushed and letting himself fall back against the pillow, resting his cheek against Mike's, which was already buried in the hollow of his neck. His br@@sts rose and fell erratically. They could feel each other's unbridled heartbeats. By this time they could only close their eyes. Mike knew that this must be the exact moment to take what was left of his consciousness and analyze what had happened since the argument with his wife where the truth came out and ended at Will's door, however, he was still one of those who lost consciousness after f@ck@ng. Especially after unloading such an emotional load. "It's over.." Mike whispers sleepily. Will looks at him, shaken recovering from his little spasms that had him shaking slightly "what?" Mike didn't answer, he fell asleep almost in an instant. Will moved him but he was already asleep.  But Will's mind was already beginning to wander, filling with thoughts. Do I hear right? What's over? His? Mike will leave with Eleven and this was goodbye? The thought filled him with a jealous feeling and a pang of anguish tightened his chest. Biting his lip nervously, Will fought the growing sense of unease. Why did he have to share Mike with her? Why did she always take him away from him? Why did she always win?  F@ck, no matter how hard he tried, Mike would leave him again for her.  Envy washed over him, wishing he had Mike all to himself, without interference from anyone else. He wanted to enjoy his company without having to worry about sharing him with Eleven or other people. "Sh@t."  [•] Will was sitting on the couch in his apartment, arms crossed and an anxious expression on his face. He was twitching his leg nervously, unable to sit still as he waited for Mike to return. The morning had passed with no word from him, not even a phone call. A shiver of jealousy ran down his spine as his mind began to speculate on the possibility that Mike was with Eleven, probably f@ck@ng her, trying to fix their marriage.  «It's over.» Is it really over? Had Mike really gone off with her again? The mere thought that she was taking up Mike's time and attention made him feel furious. Will bit his lower lip in frustration, wishing Mike was there with him, just for him, with no other distractions. Without any f@ck@ng wife on his mind. The sound of his own frustrated growl filled the room as he considered how selfish his desire sounded. Yet he couldn't help but feel that way. He wanted Mike close, he wanted his company, his body, his moans. His caresses, his kisses, he wanted it all, all for himself. He didn't want to have to share it with anyone else, especially not his wife. She's not even good, Will bets she doesn't even know how to please Mike like he does. She provokes nothing in him, nothing.  She's a lying wh@r@ who doesn't deserve it A sudden impulse came over him, causing him to rise from the couch with determination. He didn't know if it was crazy, but he was willing to find out. He was going to find Mike, he needed to see him, make sure they were okay that they were going to go through with this.  He's going crazy.  Will headed for the door, willing to face whatever it took to find him. He's not going to lose him again. This is his last chance.  He took the car, and drove off. When Will found himself standing in front of the door of Mike's house. He didn't move from there. He hadn't called or warned that he was coming, he had just decided to show up unexpectedly.  "I'm going crazy.." whispers Will running a hand through his hair, sighing before knocking on the door.  He heard the footsteps approaching from the other side of the door, and his heart began to beat faster. When the door finally opened, what he found was a furious Mike. His anger was palpable, but as soon as his eyes met Will's, that anger vanished, replaced by deep confusion. "What are you doing here?" asked Mike in surprise, still trying to take in what had just happened. "You didn't call." "I forgot" he shrugged "we'd better talk later okay?" Will frowned. "No, I don't want to talk later. I just want you to be direct and tell me what you meant by what you said last night."  "Will, I said a lot of things last night, I don't know what you meant." " Are you leaving me because you want to continue that pretend marriage?"  Mike's confusion increased at Will's sudden accusation.  "What?" he replied, unable to comprehend where that idea was coming from. "Will, let's talk about this another time. But now I can't”  That only seemed to anger Will more. "Is she here?" he asked, his tone rising with each word, his gaze desperately searching for some indication of the other woman's presence in Mike's house. "Will, shut your mouth," Mike replied, his voice firm but with a tinge of exasperation. He didn't understand why Will was jumping to such hasty conclusions, and he was frustrated by the situation. But Will didn't stop, he leaned even closer to Mike, his eyes desperately searching for confirmation. "She has to know. You cheated on her with me, didn't you? You want me," he declared, his voice trembling with mixed emotions. Mike stiffened his lips, struggling to find the right words to respond.  "Let's not talk about this now," was all he could say, his voice barely a whisper laden with anguish. Before Mike could articulate another word, Will stepped forward and, taking him by surprise, kissed him. It was a sudden kiss, laden with desperation and rudeness. Mike was stunned, but soon got caught up in the moment. His lips moved with Will's in perfect synchronicity, and for an instant, all worries and tensions melted away. "You're crazy?” Mike says between Will's lips and grabbed him by the waist, drawing him closer, as he closed the door to his house with his foot. "Yes.." whispers Will, giving in as he joins his tongue with Mike's as he pressed him to him. He would do anything to make him stay by his side. "I'm going crazy."  Mike presses himself to him, and brought his hands up to Will's ass, squeezing his buttocks, and rubbing against him.  "She f@cks you good?" gasps Will, unable to help that burning heat in his stomach "That's why you want to finish this." "I don't know what you're talking about" says Mike, and Will pulls him by the hair pulling his head back "Will.."  "Did you f@ck her today?" "No."  "Be honest." "I haven't f@ck@d her in years" Mike says, a little confused by Will's rudeness, normally he's the one taking control and acting violent in s@x, but now it seems Will is using him as a puppet. "I've only ever done it with you, Will."  The brown-haired man looks at him expressionlessly. And suddenly his hands closed on Mike's face and Mike's mouth opened as wide as it could to receive everything Will wanted to give him. He tasted directly his saliva and the hotness of his tongue, sniffing almost with animalistic desperation that obscene aroma of his skin. Will felt like he was possessed, it had been a long time since he had felt that. And if he was honest, he started to get that way since he f@ck@d Mike, he couldn't get it out of his head since that time. And to let it go, he wasn't ready, he couldn't anymore after trying it. When he was a teenager, he never had the pleasure of kissing him, let alone feeling his skin, or being f@ck@d by him, he only settled for crumbs, but now, he had what he always wanted. Kissing him, caressing him, f@ck@ng him, and Mike is impregnated in his skin, he can't let him go, he can't.  He gasped from in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he felt Mike's hands close on his ass and dig his nails in, pushing him up and forcing him over the door. Will locked his thighs around the other's hips and rolled his hips looking for their crotches to rub together. "You're mine" Will murmurs into the kiss, and Mike moaned, sinking his digits deeper into his pronounced ass. Mike felt aroused at the idea of Will being crazy about him, driving him crazy with jealousy even though he shouldn't and has no reason to feel it, Mike likes feeling wanted by him.  He feels like a f@ck@ng immature, h@rny teenager but he can't help it. "Yes, I am" He pulled away from his mouth and found a stretch of his neck to explore with his teeth, closing his lips around it and pulling the fevered skin tight. "Say it" Will whimpered, carried away by the prickling sensation on his skin and tilting his face to give his more space. He wrapped his arms around him tightly enough to keep from falling. "I'm yours, f@ck, I've always been yours."  Will felt Mike's erection against his own and smiled to himself, his lower lip firmly caught between his teeth as his eyes stayed closed. He felt victorious for arousing in Mike that dirty, primitive lewd action without even trying, for being for his owner the greatest of his frustrations. "I always have been. I would have f@ck@d you a lot sooner if I'd had the guts" Mike gasped roughly as he sucked on the extension of his neck. "Forgive me." "You're forgiven" Will purred in his ear and subsequently gave him a lick on his earlobe. Which caused Mike to rub against and squeeze Will's round buttocks, squeezing hard and leaving tracks that would take days to fade.     "Let's go to your house" Mike whispers desperately.  "No" "Will, please"  "Do it here, f@ck me here"  "I can't, she's going to be here any minute, please, let's go now" he requested, being a bundle of touchy feely and upset nerves.  Will felt Mike's erection rubbing insistently against him, the man breathing thick and hot over his ear.  "Here" Will replied tugging at the edge of his ear with his teeth. "She's going to...she's going to see us."  "Let her see" Will whispers softly "Let her see how well you f@ck, and what she missed by not pleasing you well all these years."  The heat quickly spread throughout Mike's body. An incandescent combustion was lodged in his belly and his chest ached from the difficulty he was having breathing. When Will talks like this, he simply can't control himself.  He takes him in his arms and carries him to his room, a room he shares with Eleven. Which became practically hers, because she would throw him on the couch to sleep.  Well now Mike will put his stupid bed to good use.  He left Will there, and ran for lube, when he got there, the man was already naked.  "Why do you have lube?" asks Will. Mike opens the lube and gets on top of him "What else do you think for?"  Will frowns "you said you don't f@ck her anymore".  "I don't, I have lube because how do you think I've lived without s@x for so many years?"  Will leaned back, laughing a little when he understood "your hand must be really tired" and moaned in a choked voice and feeling bundled up, when Mike's lips pushed against his own. Will's senses caught fire and a dizzying current churned everything inside him, making the stretch where his pulse was throb violently. The air was held in his lungs and his legs gave way as Mike parted them with his knee and wedged himself between them. Mike breathed panting and slow over his opponent's lips, wanting to force a losing battle upon him; an animalistic, indecent, worldly longing seemed to drench him. Will could taste Mike's desire in that kiss. Mike's lips felt hot and full, obscene in a way that was hard to explain. He half-opened his own as Mike's tongue demanded it, rolling over his right corner and wanting to work its way into his mouth. He groaned in anxiety as he felt Mike press against him and press his fingers into his hips hard. He believed that, if continued, that kiss would break him at any moment. "Ungh.." he moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain, thrusting his hips forward out of instinct. When Mike slipped a lubed finger into his hole.  "Look at you" laughed Mike panting "No matter how many times I f@ck you, you're always tight."  With their mouths fused together and Mike's tongue roaming the domains that kiss could offer. It was lewd and hungry, a lurid and immoral union where their thick saliva mingled into one, where their breaths came out ragged. Mike was f@ck@ng his mouth with that kiss and not giving his a chance to fight back, to even attempt to move his tongue of his own volition. He was guiding it viciously; sucking, biting and tugging. Will, now feeling subdued, returning to the role of docile, brought his hands to Mike's neck, wrapping them around it like a drunken sinner who had to hold on so as not to fall. Well he said, he was drunk on Mike Wheeler. Will rubbed himself further into him, moaning sweet, submissive notes as he f@ck@d himself with Mike's finger. Mike brought his hands down to the man's legs, spreading them wide, causing him to wrap his legs around his hips as he f@ck@d him with just one finger.  "Add another" whispered Will sweeping the edge of Mike's upper lip with the tip of his tongue. And so two fingers appeared at the intrusion, pressing against him and battering his insides. Will straightened quickly and went upward, not letting go of the movement. He felt the warm body. "Oh, Mike, you're so good." "Yeah?" "Yeah, yeah..." Will strokes his chest, and his c@ck, moaning as Mike f@cks him with his fingers.  Mike stares at him, watching him stroke himself, and move desperately against his fingers. Will moaning, and panting, lying on the bed Mike shared with his wife.  He shouldn't feel so turned on, but f@ck, he is, and he wants to f@ck him to pieces just to teach Eleven a lesson.  Mike pulls his fingers out of Will and turns him, unexpectedly. He now finds himself on the sides of Will's thighs who's legs are together. "Mike.." The aforementioned covered his sweet mouth with the palm of his hand, breathing behind his ear. Will's body vibrated. "Sh.." said Mike "Be quiet okay? I want to know when she gets here" he says, adding a third finger. Will nodded frantically, and Mike sucked on his neck eagerly.  Mike straightened up and pulling his fingers out from inside Will. He cupped one of the man's buttocks watching Will's throbbing @n@s, contracting at the desire for more. For something bigger. "F@ck" Mike leaned over him, his hands resting at his sides. He nestled his c@ck between Will's buttocks, and the chestnut bit his lower lip, propping himself up on his elbows. "I'm going to f@ck you now. I'm going to f@ck you hard and I want you to be quiet, Will. Not for now" Mike whispered hesitantly, gently shaking his pelvis, starting to rub the skin of his c@ck against the skin of Will's ass "If she sees me f@ck@ng you, she'll go crazy.. everything will go to sh@t."  "You want it to go to sh@t?" Mike smiles "Yeah, she's been obnoxious, and I think...she deserves this."  Will smiled, his head dropping forward slightly as Mike's lips pressed against the curve between his neck and shoulder. Will moaned at the lack of something inside him, thrusting his hips back, bumping against the hot skin of Mike's c@ck. "Calm down" Mike whispered above his skin, straightening up and pressing Will's lower back against the mattress, forcing him to stay still "How much have you wanted this? I want to hear you." "Shut up and f@ck me" groaned Will, breathing heavy. Mike hummed in disapproval. "What's with the f@ck@ng attitude, baby?" He asked without waiting for an answer, guiding his c@ck between Will's buttocks, the same one losing itself between the soft, big buttocks each time he pressed. "F@ck, what a great ass" He whispered, licking his lips.  Will bit down on his own, closing his eyes and pulling his head back as Mike rubbed his member against him. "Mike.." he got down on his hands and knees, turning his head slightly to see him from the front "I want it inside" he wiggled his hips from side to side, teasing. Mike might explode. His c@ck, if that was even possible, hardened even more, and he couldn't help but m@st@rb@t@ as Will played with his buttocks and wiggled his gorgeous hips. "Please do it, show me again that you're the only one who can make me come" says Will as he wiggled his ass from side to side. That ignited a lot of things in Mike, who found himself approaching and sticking to his back, his c@ck rubbing desperately against one of his buttocks and his hands gripping his abdomen, encircling him. Their mouths met in a messy kiss, if that's what you could call teeth, tongues and saliva, as Mike had his head sideways to reach his lips. Will broke away slightly and wanted to move to probably get on all fours again, Mike brought one of his veiny hands up and placed it around his neck, tilting his back. Mike breathed on top of his cheek, and squeezed the skin under his hand. Will's head resting on his shoulder. He couldn't help but groan at the roughness he was being treated with just now. "Hold still, baby," Mike ordered. Will rested one of his hands on the one pressing against his neck, breathing through his mouth. "M-Mike..." a moan burst from his lips. His eyes were unfocused and slightly crystallized. The aforementioned just dropped Will on the bed again, resting part of his body and right cheek against the mattress. Mike was panting like a hungry animal behind him. Will only had time to land on his hands when the curly man's c@ck entered him in one thrust, making him cry out. Mike grunted, clenching his hips hard, probably at the enveloping heat around his c@ck. And he began to move his pelvis, immediately penetrating hard. Mike was losing control behind him, pressing his fingers f@ck@ng hard into the skin of his hips. The fingertips were white from the pressure, and Will was sure he'd get marks later. His c@ck was sliding in and out, and for Mike that view was magnificent. How his member was lost between his friend's plump buttocks. As Will began to moan louder, Mike again covered his mouth with the palm of his hand, this time bringing him back. Will's back arched and his head bumped against Mike's chin. "If I had f@ck@d you before, and tried this..I would have left Eleven standing at that altar" he ground his c@ck against Will's ass, moaning softly behind him "F@ck, I would have done you every time, you don't know how much I wanted to f@ck you when you were wearing shorts in the summer."  Will closed his eyes as Mike's other hand curled around his abdomen. His moans died in the man's palm. F@ck, hearing Mike say how much he always wanted to f@ck him turned him on beyond measure.  Mike penetrated again, fast and hard, the sound of his pelvis slapping against his buttocks made everything hotter. Will's body began to jerk from the force of the thrusts, and Mike sucked on the side of his neck as he leaned in. His free hand traveled to Will's pink nipples, stretching and squeezing them between his fingers. When enough was enough, he stopped holding him and Will occupied his hands again as he fell forward, resting them on the mattress. Mike leaned over him, clinging to his back, kissing and licking. His hands settled on his waist, and his penetrations became slow and sure. When Will buried his face in the sheets and cried out, he knew he found his prostate. Mike straightened and licked his own lips hungrily, l@st glistening in his dark orbs. He rested one of his large hands on Will's ass, and squeezed one buttock hard, leaving the mark of his fingers on the cinnamon skin. The other hand caressed his back and moved up to his hair, before tangling it between his fingers and holding it tightly. Will then stepped out from between the sheets, arching his back as his hair was pulled by Mike. He loves how Mike can find his prostate so effortlessly.  Another hard spank echoed in place, and then another, and another, and another, and another, until his ass was red. Mike watched them from above as he continued to penetrate, wanting to bite them and drench them with saliva to appease the pain. Will was a whimpering, cursing, low moaning problem, being held back most of them, very hardly. Mike was thirsty for him, he could tell with every rough action, or some softer ones seeking to feel him completely. Will wondered if it did any good to be quiet when Mike was pounding his ass hard, which was probably also audible. He didn't think anything of it at the time on reflection, because he f@ck@ng loved having his buttocks reddened by his hands. He started to cry out at one point, the stimulation and roughness he always wanted in s@x taking its toll on him. The penetrations became harder and more merciless, pulling at his hair. "I would have wanted you to, I masturbated every night thinking about you." Will confessed, which made Mike's speed increase. Will whimpered, his hair being released. Mike's arms wrapped around him from behind, encircling his body. He greedily kissed his bare back glistening in sweat. Will began to thrust his hips back in time with Mike's, helping him. Finding each other. Mike began to grind his c@ck again, moving in circles as he moaned on top of his skin, biting down. "Oh, more, more." Will asked with flooded eyes. "Uh.. Do you like it, do you like the way I f@ck your ass, mhm?" he questioned in a murmur, rising up and resting both hands on top of his fat ass, making it cry out. And starting a slow, hard back and forth, simply moving his pelvis. "I love it. F@ck, I love how you f@ck me" hearing it drove Mike crazy. It warmed every guts of his body, every spark igniting and his c@ck begging for more depth. "Yes baby? Do you like the way I f@ck you? "He murmured with a growl, stroking every bit of skin at his disposal, pushing his hips slowly inside. "Is this what you imagined when you masturbated? That I would f@ck you like this?" "Yes, yes..." he whimpered as he found his sweet spot again, throwing his head back as he arched his back.  Mike bit his lower lip and would have liked to play with him a little about it, but his f@ck@ng self-control was out, so he obeyed and began to press his c@ck against his prostate quickly, the sound of their skins colliding appearing again. Will began to moan with each thrust placed in just the right spot, and Mike the same along with his grunts as he pushed inside, throwing his head back. Mike closed his eyes with his mouth slightly open as he felt he was about to c@m, pressing his fingers into Will's hips, his pelvis meeting Will's ass and thighs as he thrust. That's why, when the door was opened and a scream erupted in the room, Mike kept penetrating, not caring that Eleven was there, watching horrified and upset at what was happening. She just found out in the worst way.  Or for Mike, in the best way.  Eleven's screams and insults didn't stop, but Mike smiled as he chased his @rg@sm «Enjoy the show.» he thought, biting his lower lip still with that hint of a smile. He was f@ck@ng Will as much as they both wanted to for years. And Will was about to c@m, so he could only watch with red cheeks and eyes crystallized in pleasure Eleven in the door frame, his body jerking back and forth from the hard thrusts that never stopped at any point. The blames outside his body, focusing on Mike's hard hands squeezing him, on his low grunts without a care in the world. On their bodies meeting again and again. He lowered his head and smiled, feeling the warm sensation in his pelvis. Mike came in his ass, on his wife's bed, and in front of his wife who was going wild. Will laughed as he gasped. «I won now, I won it.» "Get the f@ck out of my house, you f@ck@ng f@gg@t f@cks!"  Mike turned and saw Eleven enraged, tears in her eyes, and throwing everything she could find at him.  "Calm down, we're leaving."  Will was panting, and groaned as Mike got out of him, and went for his boxers. "Put some clothes on, you f@ck@ng sh@tty b@st@rd!" snarls Eleven, averting her eyes, she's seething her face all red and gasping for breath "My God, you disgust me so much!" Mike pulled on his boxers, and stood in front of her "It's mutual, honey"  Eleven slapped him "You f@ck@ng son of a b@tch, you creep!" she yells "I already signed the f@ck@ng divorce papers so you're getting out of my house now!" she points, and then sees Will sitting on the bed looking for his clothes "And you're taking..that f@ck@ng wh@r@ out of here!" "This house, I paid for it" Mike points out and then turns to go get his shirt, Eleven covers her eyes in disbelief.  "F@ck off and leave, if your wh@r@ doesn't mind f@ck@ng his friend's husband, he wouldn't mind lending his house to keep you there would he?" she turns to Will, who is a little weak, but already almost dressed. Eleven is furious when she sees him "Everything I did for you..you f@ck@ng f@gg@t c@nt, I can't believe it!"  "I'm very grateful for that, El, believe me." Will takes it lightly "I think it's all settled now, you get the house, and I get your husband, I think it's balanced" Will laughs.  Eleven becomes enraged and steps in front of him and slaps him hard, Mike quickly grabs her arm and pulls her away from Will.  "You don't touch me!" Eleven struggles with Mike "You're a f@ck@ng wretch, you and him!" she points to Will, who was touching his sore cheek.  "That's enough, we're going to go okay?" Mike growls "don't touch him again!"  Eleven laughs listlessly "Don't touch him? You don't want anyone to touch your wh@r@?" She pushes him annoyed "when everyone knows about this, everyone is going to send you guys to f@ck off!" "I don't care" says Mike "We didn't even look like a couple, Eleven, you didn't even have s@x with me in our marriage!"  "F@ck, that's not why you had to f@ck our friend, you f@ck@ng @ssh@l@!"  Mike rolls his eyes and grabs Will by the hand, to pull him out but Eleven stops him.  "You fell in love with him?" Mike hardens his jaw. Will bites his bottom lip looking at him sideways.  "I've always loved him, El." She raises her hand wanting to hit him again but stops herself and growls in annoyance. "You f@ck@ng b@st@rd.." she sobs "And you f@ck@ng idiot" she points at Will "You're a f@ck@ng p@ssy, a meddling wh@r@, when Joyce and Jonathan find out what you did to me.." "You don't want to bring them into this." "I will! It's what they deserve, they're both f@ck@ng disgusting degenerates! You bastards! Get the f@ck out of my house, now!"  Mike walked away, his figure emitting a sense of defeat and frustration. Eleven, scowling and fists clenched, stood in the center of the room, her mind buzzing with emotions that threatened to boil over.  The muscles in her tense jaw contracted as she massaged her hundred hard, trying to contain the anger boiling inside her. Eleven's furious gaze landed on Will, who remained in the doorway.  "Go away," Eleven said in a stiff voice.  But Will, with calm determination in his eyes, remained in place.  Eleven's gaze hardened as her eyes met Will's. "I told you to leave," he repeated.  Will, however, did not move. Instead, he took a step forward, slowly approaching Eleven with a grim expression on his face.  "It's your fault," he said, his voice echoing in the room with a coldness that cut like ice. Eleven's eyes widened in disbelief at Will's words, her mind struggling to comprehend what she had just heard. How could he dare blame her for what had happened? Anger burned in her chest, but so did a stinging sense of pain.  "My fault?" she repeats "It's my fault that you slutted around and spread your legs for my husband!"  "You didn't take good care of him, you ruined the marriage, and you..you took him from me" Will whispers "It's not my fault you can't keep your husband happy, I was able to please him just fine, I'm sorry you had to see him. If you hadn't forced him to marry you this wouldn't have happened, but you did. Mike always loved me, true love he only felt with me."  "You're a f@ck@ng.." Eleven raised her hand, but it wobbled as Will pushed her down on the bed roughly, she looks at him in disbelief.  "I don't want you to lay a hand on me again, and I don't want you to mention my family, because I know more than you think.." Will walks over to El, who was sitting on the bed looking at him with wide eyes "You f@ck@d Dustin the second time we met at that Thai restaurant remember?"  Eleven's eyes widened.  "Yeah, you remember." Will smirks "Dustin said it drunk, only Lucas and I know, he was sorry for failing Mike.." he whispers, Eleven swallows saliva "And you and Max, you've had that hidden for over 10 years."  "We were drunk and it never happened again."  "Forget excuses El" growls Will "Do you have any idea how furious he was when I found out? You have no idea, you cheated on him first, you didn't deserve Mike. You can keep playing the victim role as much as you want but we both know what happened."  "This is your revenge? You f@ck@d Mike to avenge him?"  "No, I love Mike, but you don't, so you can go ahead and forget about telling my mom about this, because if she or Jonathan find out, then I'll open my mouth and everyone will know about you and Dustin, do you want that?"  She stiffened her jaw and clenched her fists, and denied.  "Good, that's the way I like it" Will smiles "think I did you a favor by f@ck@ng your husband, and causing his divorce" he says walking to the door, Eleven is hardened but her lips sealed "You know...he f@cks well, what a waste of you not taking advantage of it."  "For God's sake, shut up."  "Apparently you liked someone else's c@ck better and not your husband's, huh?"  Eleven stared at him in disbelief, suddenly feeling exposed under Will's piercing gaze. She felt trapped, as if all her defenses had crumbled at the man's direct accusation.  Will smiled slyly, stepping even closer to Eleven with quiet confidence. "So there should be no downside, they did the same thing. So you can't even call me a b@tch, when you are one too."  "F@ck off."  "I'm right, you cheated on him first Eleven, and he went out of his way to keep his marriage, I don't think the victim is you."  Eleven's gaze darkened with irritation, but she knew Will was right. She couldn't deny the truth of his words, even if it was hard for her to admit it. She stood silently, struggling with the mix of emotions that washed over her, as Will remained at her side, smiling.  "Well, Mike must be waiting for me" sighed Will "Good thing you understood, don't worry about him, he'll get over it I'll make sure to keep him satisfied, I do that very well, too bad you didn't enjoy his c@ck as it deserved, he's very good at moving"  "F@ck you." "Oh I will, he will do it for me. Thank you, for giving me the chance, I promise I won't pay you back, that c@ck is too good to let go" He laughs walking out of the room.  After Will left, Eleven was left with an uneasy feeling weighing heavy in her chest. Unable to sit still, she walked over to the window and jerked the curtains aside, gasping for air, but from the balcony, she saw Will arrive at Mike's.  A knot formed in her stomach as she watched Will wrap his arms around Mike's neck, slowly moving closer until their lips met in a passionate kiss in front of the car.  Mike opened his mouth, plunging his tongue into Will's mouth, bringing his hands down to Will's ass. A surge of fury and pain surged through her, and her fists clenched tightly at his side, he had never been this passionate with her in years of marriage.  She averted her gaze. unable to bear the sight. However, curiosity and anger drove her to look again, only to find Will staring directly into her eyes as he kissed Mike more passionately, tugging at Mike's curls, as if he were challenging her, as if he were enjoying her discomfort. The guttural growl escaped Eleven's lips as she shut the window tightly, turning away from the image before her eyes.  She looked down at her wedding ring, and took it off throwing it on the bed. "Bastards..."
  
  

    
      
        
        
          I noticed that the translator constantly changed Will's gender for a woman, so I was editing too much, I can't believe it.Well, this is the definitive ending, it was just a three-part fanfic, the author has let me upload more of her fanfics, if I have time I can give them to her. Thank you for the support <3'
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