Stranger Things (Short) Fan-Fic - To Be Friends Again

I wrote this pretty short Fan-Fic following Stranger Things finale. It doesn't spoil anything in the last episode. I decided to post this here because why not. I also have this Ao3 account, so be sure to check it out if you haven't! (And my other scheduled story is also posted!) 

 

“Mike, I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine, really. It’s not your fault Will.”

“But it was." Will insisted. His concern was obvious and he was struggling to make it up to somebody he cared about. "I… I didn’t need to say it in front of everyone like that. Everyone… everyone probably knows it was you now. That was selfish of me.”

Mike grimaced and nodded, but didn’t want to admit anything.

“It’s… I don’t know. I feel better now, but I don’t want you to feel worse. That’s not right.” Will said, holding Mike’s arm. Mike didn’t pull away but Will could feel some tension as he held his best friend’s arm. He pulled his hand away and looked down in frustration.

Mike grimaced and hesitated before responding. He knows Will was waiting for him and he didn't want there to be anymore silence. “You know… it’s not fair, but I think… there’s one thing you can do for me right now.”

Will’s eyes opened up. “Yes, okay. Anything!”

“Okay…” Mike said, looking over Will. He saw who he's considered his best friend forever, staring at him with excitement and desperation. Will's hair finally fits his head, his face was sharp and full, sweet and his eyes were sparkling. Almost wet. Mike felt pity but also anger, and the desire to squash a bug. It made him feel weird, but he continued.

“You’ll have to trust me though.”

Will nodded, putting his hands awkwardly at his side. “Of course I trust you. What is it?”

 

Mike nodded and looked around, making sure no one was around. “Okay, stand here.” Mike pulled Will over to the side and breathed out. “And close your eyes. Trust me, okay?”

“I do, I do. Tell me what to do next." Will stood across from Mike, excited and desperate with his hands by his side. His voice was a little raspy, Mike realized. 

“You’re doing great… I’ll tell you what to do next.”

Will nodded and stood firmly. He grounded his feet and waited for Mike’s instructions. His tan pants held his body snugly and Mike swallowed hard. His legs were just spread enough and Mike's eyes went up and mentally aimed where he'd swing. He then watched Will’s adam’s apple bob and Mike took a step back.

“This won’t last for more than a minute.” Mike said as he swung his foot forward and slammed it hard into Will Byers groin with a loud impact. The front of Mike’s foot dug in between Will’s legs and lifted his balls up into his pelvis, lifting Will's bulge up on his foot on impact.

Immediately Will’s eyes bulged out and he let out a shocking gasp. He pulled his hands between his legs and looked up, betrayed and confused. His big wet eyes looked at his best friend in shock as his mouth opened his and knees buckled. He didn’t understand what just happened and then the pain. The pain.

The pain Will felt was unbelievable. It dug deep inside him, filling up his young body with agony as he clutched his balls desperately hoping that this wasn’t happening. His eyes watered and he collapsed to his knees, forehead to the ground and weakly groaned. His groaning turned to desperate moans as his hands were buried between his legs and the pain started to make him cough. His body writhed on his knees, his young body rocked as he lifted his chest up slightly before it fell back down. Will cried out in agony. 

“Sorry, Will, I... I just felt like… I had to do that.”

“Nnnn… it… it hurrrts so bad… Mike… you broke them. I caaAan’t…” Will's raspy voice cracked as he spoke through the pain. He whined on the floor, holding himself desperately. His eyes rolled and face grew red as he writhed and held his stomach and balls. Mike watched in sympathy as Will started to sob gently on the floor. 

"This hurts... so bad. My balls... nnaaa-" 

“I know, I know... But it's not like you need them right? Because... errr..." Mike stopped himself, realizing that might be insensitive and he coughed, trying to move on. 

Will heard Mike's remark and the sting of the implication hurt him even further. Will buried his face in the ground and cradled his poor, wounded manhood. His pants were too tight and he had to stick his hands down the front of his pants to give himself more space. 

 "It's okay though, this won’t last long and, and then we can move on! Move on together, okay? As friends.”

Will didn’t respond. He couldn’t respond. The pain he was feeling was too deep and Mike kicking him in the balls and with those remarks afterwards, it added an extra layer of embarrassment and hurt. Knowing that Mike was watching him writhe with his hand down his pants and thinking those thoughts about him, it made him want to freeze up in a ball, but it also made him feel more insatiable. There’s so much inside him, and all of a sudden, all of that desperation, emotion and determination morphed into agony, embarrassment and sickness.

Will felt weak as he opened his eyes, letting his tears roll down his cheek as he squirmed and moaned into the floor. He clapped his legs together and Mike laughed awkwardly,

“Will…I didn’t kick you that hard, did I?”

“Nnn… I think I’m gonna puke…” Will Byers groaned as Mike turned around, making sure no one was watching. If Joyce saw this…

“Okay, do you need to puke? I can get you a bucket.”

“No, no… just… leave me down here.” Will insisted, shifting his legs around.

“Are you sure?” Mike asked, a little concerned.

“Yes… I’ll… I’ll just suffer here… shit. You kicked me really hard…”

“I know but… I, I feel like we can be friends now. Best friends.”

Will groaned and tried to have that comfort him but… he started coughing again and Mike watched his friend pitifully, writhing and clutching his sore nuts. The coughing shifted into heaving and Mike was worried Will really would throw up. He immediately looked around for something for Will to throw up in, and found a small bucket. 

 "Here, you can use this!" 

Will pushed himself up with one hand and stretched out and leaned his head into the bucket on all fours. The bucket was used for something filthy; it smelt stale, pungent and had a distinct and distant bleach odor. It made Will more sick as he stuck his head in, which also made feel like he needed to throw up even more. He still had one hand down his pants, clutching his sore and warm nuts with his cold hand. He pulled his head out to breathe, then leaned into the bucket to cough into the bucket. He looked up with red eyes and face, agonized and breathed in before pushing his face back in to cough and hack into the bucket. He followed this pattern, with slight variations over and over. And each cough, he felt his balls pulsate in his sack and it made him feel very strange and uncomfortable. Like they were both escaping into his stomach and pushing up something with each hurl.

Mike tried to give Will space and looked around. He didn't want to watch this but didn't know how else to help. 

"Uh. You think you can... uh, do this same thing to Vecna or something?" 

"Unnn... guh." Will wiped his mouth of a long droplet of drool and groaned. "You're asking... if I can kick Vecna in the balls?" 

"Oh, well... uh-" 

"Does he even have balls?" Will asked, wiping his eyes next. His face was masked with pain as he shifted his legs and readjusted.

"Well... I thought you'd know. I don't know, sorry. I'm stupid." 

Will groaned and continued, looking into the dark, almost empty and revolting bucket and breathing out heavily. He felt like something inside him was desperate to come out, but it was stuck in the bottom of his throat. Heavy, and weighing on his soul. So he hung over the bucket, trying to get it to come out. But it seems, that whatever this was, it was going to be harder to come out than Will thought it would be. And he knows he didn't want everyone around to see what it was, this time. 

"Sorry... I don't know why I kicked you in the balls..." 

"Mike..." Will groaned. 

"Yes?" 

"Shut up, please."