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Michael wakes to literal heaven. He's still half-asleep, while Jeremy breathes quietly right in front of him. That's when the anxiety hits him, because where is Michael without anxiety?
Michael and Jeremy are mere inches away from each other in the same bed. He probably has a boner right now. But what's Michael supposed to do?
It's not like he can do what he wants: to lean into Jeremy, breath him in, make out with him, and then fuck him real hard. He has to hold back, stop himself just like he has for the last 10+ years of their lives.
Why can't Michael just tell him?
Jeremy’s eyes flicker, and Michael looks away with a red face. Jeremy groans (not in a sexual way, but in a five more minutes way), and leans closer to Michael. IF ONLY HE WOULD DO THIS WHEN HE'S FULLY AWAKE, Michael thinks with his usual mood. Honestly, Michael is always a mood.
Michael sighs, wishing this was over. He glances at the clock on the nightstand next to his bed. Five fucking a.m.
Fuuuuuuuuucccckkk.
He looks at Jeremy to find him rubbing his eyes and yawning.
“Michael?” And God, his voice sounds so innocent. Well, Michael knows that Jeremy is not innocent (Like, seriously, dude. You need to remember to clear your search history.), but he totally sounds like a smol bean.
“Jeremy?”
“Ugghhh. I'm so tired, but I'm not gonna be able to get back to sleep,” Jeremy whines.
I can make you sleep.
Gah! Shut the fuck up, Michael!
“You wanna talk then?” Michael smiles, trying his best hide his adult-content thoughts.
“About what?”
“I dunno… Life?”
“Life? Life sucks.”
“True, true.”
It gets quiet. They both just look into the other’s eyes, somehow clueless to the gayness of the other.
Michael has a sudden urge to scream, ‘FUCK ME, BITCH!’ But he doesn't. I mean, it's five in the morning. Michael can never trust his thoughts that early. Like the time he actually considered chopping his leg off.
Jeremy is the first to look away, because he's the fucking submissive, beta male. He pulls the blanket up more so it covers his shoulders and most of his neck.
“Hey, Jere?”
Fuck. Stop talking.
“Yeah?”
Initially, he was going to admit his undying love for his bro-friend but has now deemed that a bad idea.
“Do you ever just… just want to put the world on pause?”
It was the first thing to come to Michael’s mind, other than sex of course.
“Yeah. I totally get it,” Jeremy meets Michael’s eyes, and his heart fucking melts. He tries to stop his face from turning into that heart-eye emoji. He's not sure he succeeds.
“You do?”
“Yeah. Like when someone socializes with you, and you want to pause the world to have more time to think of what to say?”
Michael snorts, causing Jeremy to blush.
“Wh-what? It's true!”
Michael laughs, shaking his head. “Sure.” He grins at Jeremy. They both gaze at each other like that for a minute, this time in a completely not awkward silence.
Michael feels like a magnet. It's taking all of his willpower not to make out with him. But his lips are just too attracted to Jeremy’s.
“J-Jeremy?”
“Yeah?”
Both boys are smol, meaning both are extremely nervous right now. Both know what they want to do, but not how to do it.
Michael leans in closer, only slightly, though. It would kill him if he were to make Jeremy uncomfortable. He wants the best for his bro.
“I-is this okay?” Michael’s heart is literally beating faster than it's ever beaten before in his life, and he hopes the same’s happening to Jeremy.
Jeremy’s breath speeds up, and he nods slowly.
Michael lets the magnet take over, and he connects their lips. And it feels so fucking natural. But at the same time, so surreal. How is this happening?
Michael pulls away, looking at Jeremy expectantly. His eyes are wide, and he's shaking, and he just looks so confused.
He bites his lip, hoping he didn't just ruin twelve years of friendship. That would fucking suck.
Jeremy slowly places a hand on Michael's under the blanket. (Lucky he didn't touch something else on accident.) He looks so fragile and scared. It makes Michael want to hug him. He holds Jeremy's hand, squeezing, trying to tell him it's alright.
Michael gives him a weak smile, putting his other hand on his cheek (the one on his face). He kisses him. And this second kiss seems to convey it all. It's the breaking point.
Michael pulls Jeremy's small body to his, not caring whether he's hard or not. And he probably is. He puts a hand on the back of Jeremy's head to deepen the kiss, and puts the other on the small of his back, right above his ass. Yeah!
Both are very inexperienced in this kind of thing obviously, but their love guides them. No matter how cheesy it sounds.
Michael opens his mouth, sucking on Jeremy's bottom lip, and causing him to shudder. He sticks his tongue into the other's mouth, and it feels better than how all the gay books he’s read makes it sound. It's also better than the feeling he imagines he'd have once he beats Level Nine of AOTD.
Jeremy attempts to hide a moan, but fails, to which Michael responds by gyrating against his sensitive spot. He gasps, and Michael smiles against his lips, moving his hand lower on Jeremy's back. (So his ass, basically.)
They continue to make out, every inch of their body connected. It's like they temporarily merge as one. Their heartbeats are the same, their breaths are the same, their thoughts are the same.
“Fuck. Michael,” Jeremy groans between kisses.
Michael laughs quietly, his voice deep. “What, Jeremy? Are you gonna cum before we even start?”
This surprises Jeremy. He doesn't know what he's gotten himself into. He never realized how much of a DOMINANT FUCK Michael was.
Michael practically tears his lips apart. The two of them probably aren't getting enough oxygen to their brains. But they would seriously be okay with dying as long as they were making out.
Michael wraps both his legs around Jeremy’s, so now their limbs are completely entangled. He takes a break from his lips and moves down to attack his neck. Fucking hickeys everywhere.
Jeremy tangles his hands into Michael’s hair, wishing he could pause the world to let this moment last forever.
Michael pulls away, breathing heavily, similarly to how he would after exercising. But we all know exercising is a waste of time. Sucking face is way better.
He sits up, looking down at Jeremy and smirking. Then he pulls at the hem of his shirt, pulling it off.
Then they fuck.