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This wasn't the first party which Michael and Jeremy attended together. In fact, they visited plenty of parties together, though being separated each time by a girl one of the two picked up. But this time it was different. They only wanted to enjoy each other's company and hang out as best friends at a party. Everything was fine, Jeremy was as always a complete goofball, to which Michael could only burst out in laughter. He couldn't recall the last time he had felt this content in someone else's presence. However, throughout the whole conversation they were having, Michael felt a weird feeling, making him feel warm and electrified. He blamed it on the alcohol.
Both of the teenage boys were actually quite drunk, which is why they decided to leave the party early. Even though it wasn't easy to get back, since the place was pretty crowded and both couldn't walk properly, they somehow managed to get inside the back of Jeremy's pickup truck.
"Aw man, what a night. Just us two." Said Jeremy, slurring his words due to the alcohol influence. Of course, he had to say something, there was never a moment of silence with Jeremy. But that didn't bother Michael at all. He actually liked Jeremy even more for it, since there was already enough silence at home. Or at least it seemed that way. Especially recently, there was a lot of silence at home, which always meant that someone did something wrong. Most of the time, this was due to Michael's rebellious temperament.
"You're right Jer, we are simply the best." Michael didn't want to think about his family at the moment. He simply wanted to enjoy being around his best friend, with no one around to disturb them.
Just like right now, there was no one who could possibly disturb them having a good time. "And d'you know why we're the best?", Jeremy responded to Michael's previous statement, "'Cause you are a part of 'we', Mikey." The warm feeling suddenly got even worse. It must be because with Jeremy he never gets lectured on something and is accepted just as he is, just like right now. "But man, you have a horrible British accent!" Well, so much for the acceptance. Even though Michael was used to getting picked on because of his accent, tonight he was not having it.
"Oh, shut it, you douche!" And with that, he grabbed Jeremy's arms and pinned him down. "How's that, California boy?", Michael said with a triumphing grin, now towering over his best friend. The blond only started to reciprocate the grin and raised an eyebrow. "How about you tell me, British boy." Suddenly Jeremy lifted his head, head butting the boy on top and pinned him against the back side of his truck. "Ow!", both boys screeched out in unison. "Mother trucker dude, that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick!" It was moments like these that made Michael absolutely adore his best friend and his humorous nature. He couldn't stop himself from uncontrollably laughing, still pinned against the back of the truck.
But something was off. Jeremy wasn't laughing. It was even more irritating when Michael opened his eyes just to see his best friend looking at him with a certain look in his eyes. He looked as if he had just seen the most beautiful girl in the world. "Jesus Christ, has anyone ever told you how beautiful you look while laughing?", Jeremy almost whispered, while letting go of one of his best friends' wrists to brush back Michael's hair behind his ear. This slight touch was already enough to make the brunette's heart start to race and he felt a wave of that warm feeling spreading over his entire body. He didn't recall ever feeling as nervous as he felt right now and he didn't even dare try to say anything, knowing that he would only stammer a few words also due to the alcohol.
So both of them only sat there, looking at each other, even though Michael had to look away a few times, while Jeremy seemed to be completely hypnotised by his best friend's appearance and only stared deeply into pale blue eyes. It was when Michael looked back at Jeremy and locked eyes with him, that their friendship would never be the same again. At first, he also started getting hypnotised by hazel eyes, but then he couldn't get his eyes off Jeremy's slightly opened mouth which reeked of alcohol. But that didn't bother Michael at all. He wanted to find out if his lips also tasted like alcohol. Those beautiful, plump and slightly reddened lips of his best friend. He wanted to find out how it was to be kissed by his best friend. He wanted to be a girl so badly just so he could get one kiss with his best friend.
"I wanna kiss.", was the last thing Michael said before changing his and Jeremy's relationship forever. Suddenly he felt soft lips on his chapped ones. It was a gentle and short kiss, just like one of the many pecks Michael received in middle school from some girls. But unlike those times, he felt like he had never felt before. His heart instantly started racing, threatening to jump out of his chest and colouring his cheeks a bright red shade. He wanted more. He wanted more of that warm feeling, he wanted more of those lovely lips, he wanted more of Jeremy.
So Michael gave in to his desires and kissed Jeremy back in a more demanding and wild manner. At first, his best friend seemed a bit overwhelmed, not kissing him back and slightly shying away. Due to this behaviour, Michael started getting anxious at the thought of Jeremy hating him for kissing him. Maybe Jeremy's drunken mind thought that Michael was a beautiful girl, or even worse, he wanted to know what kissing a guy felt like. But that would be gay and neither Michael nor Jeremy were gay, right? These thoughts however were completely forgotten as Jeremy started to passionately make out with his best friend.
Not only had the blond now buried his hands in the other's hair, but he was also tipping his tongue against Michael's lips, begging him for entrance. Michael was a bit startled, not expecting the wet sensation against his own lips since he normally took charge during make-out sessions. Nonetheless, he wasn't taken aback by it and parted his lips, letting Jeremy take control and letting his tongue find its way into his mouth. So Michael was right, Jeremy tasted like alcohol and he definitely did too, but that didn't stop either of them from making out with each other.
It was such a beautiful sensation to feel Jeremy's tongue slide against his own, letting him let go of a few moans and whimpers. He absolutely wasn't used to being this overwhelmed by a simple making-out session and letting himself become this panting, moaning mess. Not even sex with other girls felt this arousing and exciting. So it came as no surprise when the blood not only rushed up to his head but also downwards, making Michael wish he didn't wear any pants.
His best friend also seemed to notice the tightening space within the other's pants, leading to him chuckling into their heated kiss. Jeremy didn't plan on just leaving Michael with a boner throughout the rest of their making-out session. However, he also didn't want him to get an easy way out of his misery. Oh no, Jeremy wanted to have a little fun and see what other beautiful sounds he might get out of his best friend.
He started out by parting from Michael's lips, leaving only a strand of saliva to connect them and kissed a trail down his neck. Arriving at his collarbones, the blonde started sucking on the pale skin just above them. This led to Michael only being able to whimper, not only because of the sensation but also because of that weird feeling. It made him so sensitive to Jeremy's touch, it was almost torture. Yet his body and that weird feeling couldn't stop yearning for him. These feelings only worsened due to his best friend stopping for a short moment, just to come up and whisper in Michael's ear. "Y'know, I wish I could devour you right here. But I don't know if you're fine with that. Are you?"
Oh, of course, Michael was fine with that. Or was he? Wait, just what were the two of them doing? It hit Michael like freezing water against his face. They were heavily making out and just now Jeremy suggested to have sex with his best friend. This was wrong. This was more than wrong! Not because of the idea of having sex, but because Michael and Jeremy were both boys. Michael wasn't a fag! And neither was his best friend, or at least that was what he thought. However, this whole situation didn't seem very heterosexual. It definitely wasn't very normal. Michael wasn't normal. A wave of anxiety flowed over his entire body. "Oh god."
"What was that? Didn't quite catch that." Slurred Jeremy as Michael looked up, only to meet a worried expression. "Hey, you good?". But he couldn't respond. He was too shocked, too disgusted by himself. How could he have made out with his best friend? And why did it make him feel so good? This was wrong, this was so beyond wrong! Michael had to get away. "Michael, where are you going?", was the only thing he heard as he jumped out of the truck and started running. He didn't know why he was running. It wasn't like Jeremy was going to kill him, so why was he running as if that was the case?
Michael didn't know. He only knew that he wanted the suffocating feeling within his chest to disappear. He didn't want to think about how beautiful it felt to kiss Jeremy. He didn't want to feel the lingering touch of Jeremy's hands on his body anymore. He didn't want to feel disgusted by himself. But most importantly, he didn't want to think about what Jeremy might be thinking of him at this point. How disgusted and even terrified he must be feeling because his best friend was behaving like a fag. And hell, if the burning in his lungs from all that running could overshadow all these worries, then Michael would gladly take the pain.