Look Back and Smile Chapter 1
Title: Look Back and Smile
Fandom: Can't Hardly Wait
Pairing: Mike/William
Genre: Romance/drama/comedy (Romantic dramedy)
Rating: R
Summary: What if Mike and William slept together on the night of the party just before the cops showed up? What if they became a couple the next day? Would years of bullying be put aside for feelings? Is Mike ready to be sober just to keep Will with him? And what about college? This last summer is going to go by quickly.Author's note: This fic is not going to have explicit sex scenes, I just rated it R to be safe becuase there is some suggestive stuff talked about and there's course language. If you're reading this fic, I give you a virtual hug or cookie. Whatever you prefer. Please enjoy!
Look Back and Smile
Chapter Preview: Our boys have some fun then come to terms with it the next morning. William sure is in for a surprise...
Chapter 1: Resolution
Mike and William were drunk off their heads. The jock was upset because he felt alone and humiliated. The geek was forgiving, everything the jock said he was sorry for, he forgave. Neither of them knew it, but as the seconds ticked by, they were subtlety skipping the “friend” stage of their relationship... or were about to at least.
“Ya know, Willy,” Mike leaned against his newfound friend on the piano bench.
“Yeah?”
“You n' me have known eash other for a long, long time. Ya know, since like... first grade.”
“It actually has been since kindergarten.”
“That long?”
“Mmhmm.”
Staring into space then giving a sharp nod, Mike asked, “Then why haven't we been friends...?”
“Dunno. Maybe cos you're inta sports n' stuff.”
“Tha' might be it.”
After a long pause, William began playing a few random notes on the piano.
“You play?” asked Mike, his eyes drawn to the fingers move across the keys.
“Yeah... a little. My mom had me take lessons as a kid, ya know?”
“Tha's nice,” Mike slurred.
Will smiled, “Yeah, but I never told my ma that I hated it... this ish boring now...” His finger left the keys and fell onto his lap. He took another swing of his drink.
“Me too man,” replied the jock, his eyes not leaving Will's unmoving hands.
Mike snatched up Will's right hand and held it up to his face. His index finger traced along the lifeline.
If Will wasn't so smashed, he'd probably notice that he was blushing. He felt Mike's hot breath on the palm of his hand. Lips brushed against his fingertips. At that moment, all Will wanted to do was for those lips to touch his own.
“Maybe I really am a fag,” said Mike, dropping Will's hand instantly.
“So what?” mumbled the geek. He raised the hand that Mike was fumbling with before and stroked the back of said hand against the jock's cheek.
When he lowered his hand, Mike's face broke into a grin.
He chuckled, “You are so drunk!”
William laughed in return, “So are you!”
Their chuckles died down almost as soon as they started.
“Come to the pool-house with me,” said Mike all of a sudden.
Grinning like an idiot, Will replied, “Okay.”
The two teens stumbled their way into the pool-house. Will kept an eye out, making sure his friends didn't notice them. Now that he was friends with Mike (what else could he call it?), he didn't want the scheme that he himself thought up to work.
“So what chu want?” Will grinned after Mike closed the door behind him. Surprisingly, they were alone; nobody else was there making out or having sex. Mike unconsciously thanked heaven for such luck. He staggered his way until he was standing in front of his former humiliation target. Neither said a word.
Mike placed his hands on either side of Will's face, pulling their lips closer together until the gap closed. Will's eyes fluttered closed, giving himself in. He even allowed a foreign hand to snake up his undershirt, caressing his back as Mike pressed him against the cold floor.
Their lips only parted for breath, between which their kisses became more passionate. Fingers entangled themselves in the other's hair, hands roamed different places they've never been before, clothes found their way to scatter around them.
They continued until they passed out. Neither of them even awoke to the sound of police sirens...
William slowly opened his eyes, giving a light moan from the pounding in his head. It took a moment for his eyesight to completely return to him.
It was day, the light poured into the place through small rectangle windows. How long had he been out?
A shiver ran through him -no wait- it was the floor that was really cold. The only extra heat he felt was coming from behind him, and around his waist. What he at first thought was wind against the back of his neck and hair was actually the steady breath of someone.
Will's eyes widened, images from the previous night flashing back to him. He turned his head around, and sure enough, Mike Dexter's sleeping mug was there. The breath from his open mouth smelled of beer that made the geek wrinkle his nose.
“Oh my God. That means we actually-” William looked down at his own naked form, his legs tangled with Mike's. His eyes flickered this way and that, suddenly realizing where he was: the pool-house.
“Oh shit,” Will cursed, violently kicking his way out of the jock's grasp, “Shit! Shit, shit, shit!”
Mike's face screwed up, “What's so shitty that you have to yell about it?”
Oh God, I woke him up! Will curled into a ball, inching himself closer into the shadows.
Mike's eyes snapped open, as he too took in his surroundings.
“Oh my God! What the hell!?” was his reaction to his own nude self. His eyes jumped to William's trembling form.
Rubbing his temple, Mike asked, “Did we really-?”
“Uh-huh...”
“Oh man...”
“Yup.”
There was an awkward silence before Mike's eyes wandered to the floor. His green eyes widened, “O God! Are you okay!?”
“What're you talking abo-” then Will noticed the small amount of smeared blood on the concrete floor. He observed that the small patch of dried blood was only where he was laying minutes before.
“Oh shit...” gasped Will, suddenly realizing that it was his own blood. His hand flew to his rear, which wasn't bleeding any more. Names of STDs swerved around in his head, making it hurt even more.
“Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God...” he chanted to himself as he ran over to his tousled clothes, picked out his white briefs and put them on.
“Will.”
“Oh my God...”
“Will!”
William turned to the jock and snarled, “This is all your fault, Dexter!”
“Me? What did I do?” demanded Mike, who had stood up and grabbed his own clothes.
“You seduced me! Now I could have a disease because of you!” said Will pulling his jeans up.
Mike pulled his red t-shirt over his head, “I didn't seduce you... besides we were drunk-”
“It doesn't matter!” snapped Will forcefully pushing the jock back, “You were always out to get me!”
Mike rolled his eyes.
“For years you have made it your own personal mission to ridicule me,” their eyes made contact, “and right now, I wouldn't be surprised if you went off and told all your asshole jock buddies about how much of a pussy I am.”
Will turned his back to the jock, and grabbed his Loveburger shirt. Mike said nothing.
“William... I'm not gonna tell anybody.”
Will said nothing, he didn't even turn around; his eyes were transfixed on the small patch of blood on the floor.
Mike rubbed his temple and groaned. Why was he feeling like this? Ashamed and well... hungover. “I'm sorry. OK Will? I thought I said that last night.”
“Last night you were drunk.”
“So were you.”
Will couldn't help but smirk, gently calming down. Curious, he began, “So...”
“So what?”
“So why did you sleep with me last night?” he said the words as if he didn't believe they happened.
“Honestly... I dunno,” Mike shrugged, “Why'd you agree?”
Will's face flushed a bright red. He was about to stutter an answer when he felt an arm wrap around his abdomen, and another around his shoulders. Mike's body pressed against his back, alcohol-scented breath suddenly wafting onto his neck. It was strange, it was foreign, it was... kinda nice.
“You were saying?” Mike whispered into his ear.
His voice was soothing Will's pounding head, as he tried to relax himself.
“Well I... uh... there are no words for why I agreed. It just,” he sighed, “happened.”
A cold shiver ran up his spine as Mike lay a gentle kiss onto the back of his neck.
“If I asked... would do it with me again?” said Mike.
Will's breath hitched in his throat. Have sex with Mike again? Maybe even sober this time? He hardly remembered anything from the night before, was he at all good? It was a little sad... last night was Will's first time and he could barely recall anything... but would he say yes if asked? Was Mike asking? He didn't even know Mike played for the other team... Did he play for the other team? Maybe that's the real reason why Mike dumped Amanda...
Will gradually turned around so his face was only centimeters away from Mike's.
“Would you?” he was asked again.
“Yes,” Will whispered, hoping those few centimeters were gone then. Instead, they grew. Mike had removed his arms, took a few steps backward, and was laughing at him.
“You really are a pussy!” he chuckled, the grin across his face was growing by the second.
Will's face was grave and humiliated, “You asshole-!”
“Yeah, I get that a lot,” the jock laughed, “and it seems, I'd get it a lot from you if I simply asked.”
Will's face was no longer the pink shade it was before, but a deep crimson now. His hands balled into fists, ready to punch the jerk's lights out. Taking notice of this motion, Mike raised up a hand.
“Sorry, Bill,” his laughter died down, the dumb grin remained, “I had to say something.”
“Don't you always?” Will scowled, “I'm done here. Not nice knowing you Dexter. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go get an STD test done.” He turned to the door.
Mike's grin faded, “Wait!” He ran up in front of the geek, blocking his way, “Don't go yet... please.”
“What do you want?” Will growled.
“What about last night huh? Weren't we putting grade school bullying behind us? Look, I'm sorry, alright? I just...” Mike's voice trailed off -pausing- trying to think of something to say. “Look, we have three options here. One: You can walk through this door right now and we'll never see each other again. Two: We can put the past behind us, we can forget about our... intimate time last night, and we can be fairly good friends.”
“What's number three?”
Mike blushed then looked away. He honestly hoped for number three, but it was too embarrassing to actually say it.
“Well?” William was beginning to feel impatient.
Mike turned his eyes back to him and replied, “Or number three: we start over our intimate time from last night.”
Will's brow furred, “I'm not going to be your...” he was going to say something along the lines of 'fuck buddy' but the thought of the words made him cringe. Besides, 'fuck' was one of those words Will avoided saying whenever he could.
Mike waited for the term Will was going to use. He ended up choosing something less strong, “...screw-pal.”
The jock took a moment to configure what the geek meant by that. After a full 90 seconds, he realized what it meant.
“That's not what I meant,” said Mike.
“What did you mean then? Like a boyfriend or something?”
Mike flushed, looking down at Will's feet and nodded.
William's eyes widened, “You want to date me?”
“It's alright, man,” mumbled the jock, “you can go with number one if you want. After all, I wouldn't want to hang out with an asshole who has bullied me for years either.”
“What's with you?”
Mike lifted his head, “What?”
“First you seduce me, next sleep with me, then you get all concerned, then laugh at me, now you want to date me? I think I was right last night: the beer really had gone bad.”
“I'm hungover,”was his poor excuse.
Will scratched the back of his head, “I guess we could give three a try... if you want. I'm not going off to college until mid-August. I could have a summer fling if I want. Besides, we're teenagers. We're supposed to experiment with ourselves.” He flashed a smile at the overwhelmed jock.
Mike gave a faint smile back, “Only on a few conditions though.”
“Tell me about it; we're both getting STD tests.”
“Well, yeah that but,” Mike folded his arms across his chest, “No telling anyone-”
“Wouldn't dream of it.”
“We don't hang out with each other when my friends are around.”
“Why not?”
“You're still a geek-”
“Hey, I resent that!”
Mike rolled his eyes, “Alright, I won't hang out with your geek friends either.”
“Fine, but no going steady with someone else, it'll just confuse things.”
“Who needs a lame-ass girlfriend anyway?”
“Hey,” Will raised his eyebrows, “I mean it.”
“Yeah, yeah, sure.”
“Anything else?”
“Not really.”
Another long, awkward pause.
Finally, Mike spoke up, “So, breakfast?”
“Yeah... but first things first.”
“What? I'm not kissing you yet.”
“No, it's not that. It's just, you might want to put on some pants or something,” Will smiled, nodding at Mike's lower nudity.
Mike blushed, speeding over to his light blue boxers and black jeans. William chuckled as the jock struggled to get them on.