?Leftovers?

Will was everything Mike could as for. His hair was perfect in every way, his eyes were the prettiest brown he'd ever seen; everything about the younger was perfect to Mike.

Mike would always tell the shorter how he felt, but the compliments were falling on deaf ears.

Will would just brush them off as Mike trying to get a kiss or a just ignore it all together. He had grown up feeling as if he was a monster, so how could he just accept those words so easily?

But Mike kept trying. Everyday when he get home from work he'd give the brunette a kiss and a compliment.

A simple 'you're so beautiful' or 'your outfit is adorable' would have the smaller male blushing for hours.

Eventually he got it. He would either say a cute little thank you or return the compliment, but sometimes he'd fall back into the rut.

Today was one of those times. Will had been actively avoiding his boyfriend for 4 hours now. Every time Mike would make his presence known, Will would walk to their bedroom.

It was quite unusual for the brunette to be this upset, but Mike couldn't blame him for his feelings. He could just try and make them better.

So, he got off the couch that he was sitting on and walked to their shared bedroom.

He carefully crawled into the bed next to Will and spooned him. He felt Will tense for a second before relaxing into the touch.

"Hey baby boy. What's wrong?" Mike asked, whispering as to not startle the boy.

Will shrugged his shoulders and let himself fall into the warmth of Mike's arms. "You can tell me when you're ready, but I'm not gonna stop kissing your neck till you do."

The taller male then moved so he could see Will's neck and began leaving soft pecks along the skin.

The brunette smiled softly to himself and felt tears come to his eyes. He tried so hard to keep them in and stay quiet, but suddenly he was sobbing.

He felt warm tears stream sideways, over his nose and cheeks onto the pillow he was laying on.

Mike turned him over and pulled his head into his own clothes chest. He stroked his fingers through Will's straight hair and whispered sweet nothings in his ear.

When Will was finally called down, he looked up at Mike with tear stained cheeks and red eyes with a matching red nose. He tried giving a smile, but let it fall, knowing Mike didn't believe it.

He sighed as Mike brought him back into a hug and kissed his forehead. "You wanna tell me what happened?"

The smaller wiped the tears from his face and took a deep breath. "Why do you love me, Mike?"

The question caught the taller off guard. Of course he knew Will struggled with self-worth, but why wouldn't Mike love him?

"What?" Mike asked, trying to catch Will's wondering eyes. "Why do you love me? I'm not anything special. I'm too skinny in some places, too big in others, why- how can you love someone so...worthless?" Will wondered, tears brimming his eyes.

Mike was quick to pull Will back in his chest as sobs, once again, ringing throughout the room.

Mike didn't wait, though, to tell the shorter just how he felt. "I love you because you're you. You're eyes are the darkest brown I've ever seen, your hips are perfect for when I give you hugs from behind, you're hands fits so nicely into my own, how can I give you up?"

Will looked back up to Mike and gave a slight head shake. "I would be absolutely stupid to let you go or even think that I can do better. You are the only man I want, Will. You're my forever." Mike proclaimed, leaning forward ever so slightly.