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What had meant to be the five of them meeting up during Easter break to catch up, bitch about A levels and college, eat pizza and play Mario Kart had turned into Rowan, Sadie and Finney racing each other and Samir sounding like an absolute dick over Princess Peach, Bowser and Wario. It was fucking Mario Kart for fucks sake not the Premier League. And the fact he had lost straight after Michael had made it worse apparently. Michael took an annoyed bite of pizza and yeah admittedly he was a bit too grouchy but then so was Samir.
“Sami, help me with drinks, yeah?” Michael tries to hide the annoyance in his voice. What the fuck was he doing? His boyfriend never acted like this. Was he jealous? No. he had no reason to be, Michael pushed the thought from his head as he stood, cane in hand. Samir nodded and followed. His face seemed flushed with, anger? “don’t bother pausing, we’ll be back in five minutes.”
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No sooner than kitchen door had closed, Michael turned to Samir who was leaning against the counter. “Sami what the fuck was that? Why the fuck are you acting like such a fucking prick?” Samir opens his mouth to protest it seems, but Michael shuts him up with a glare. “If it’s because of Sadie flirting with me earlier, drop it. He has a partner; she just acts like that when he gets drunk.” He moves closer to him, cupping the smaller man’s jaw and tilting his face up to expose his neck. “Or is it cause you’re losing in fucking Mario Kart and being a baby about it.” His boyfriend, momentarily shocked opens his mouth to answer again “Mug- what? Your friends are-” he’s cut off by Michael kissing him, his hands moving from his face down his chest and slipping under his shirt, pinching the skin softly. He leans into the kiss just as Michael breaks it off looking slightly less annoyed.
“You drunk?” the question is more of a demand, a confirmation for him to continue. “Tipsy, why.” Samir knew why, he wasn’t stupid, he had seen how his boyfriend had been looking at him throughout the evening. He wrapped his arms around the taller’s waist pulling him towards him slightly. “How many drinks have you had” Michael had moved down to kiss his neck, peppering softly as his hands roamed under his shirt. “Two.” He shivered as one of Michaels hands traced down his back. “Good. You know I’m not actually pissed off at you sweet boy?” another kiss, harder more desperate and on his jaw again. “I love you, you know that?” a kiss on his cheek and Michael’s hands were going lower. “I know that Mug, love you too.” Samir pulls him onto his knee rutting upwards slightly getting a soft gasp from Michael who just kisses him harder, biting his lip this time. “Sami- fuck- Sami you prickk-” he grinds on his thigh, heat pooling in his stomach as he pushes the waistband of Samir’s sweatpants down, following the trail of dark hair.
“Can I?” He glances at his boyfriend, the rather desperate look on his face who just nods. “Sami, words, please.” Michael’s voice, panting as he rode the other man’s thigh feeling the stickiness of slick in his boxers. “Yes- Mikey- fucks sake, yes-” he groaned into the others neck, biting softly to muffle the sound. Michael cupped the palm of his hand to Samir’s boxers, squeezing his semi hard dick through the fabric. His pants were morphing into soft whines, his boyfriend pressed his knee harder into his crotch making him jerk slightly, the throbbing in his cunt growing. Michael palmed his boyfriends dick, thumb and forefinger pinching the tip, feeling the small patch of sticky precum on his boxers. “Oh God, I missed you so much you have no idea” a whispered confession, it was true, he had missed him and had needed this.
They couldn’t just fuck here in the kitchen; the door was unlocked and neither had a condom. But God did he want to fuck his boyfriend right then and there and let him know just how much he had missed the bastard. Samir made a pitiful little whine as he slipped his hand under the elastic of his boxers and moved it along the shaft of his dick, fondling his balls. He could feel the sticky wetness of slick as he ground on his boyfriend not caring if it would show on his thigh. He could just lend a pair of his joggers and enjoy as Sadie and the others questioned the sudden outfit change.
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Neither of them expected or heard Axel until there was a very awkward and loud cough at the kitchen door. Michael turned to face him so fast, his knees buckled and he all but fell had Samir not been right behind him, gripping him, equally as mortified at having been caught. “Hard time finding the drinks?” Axel commented dryly as he moved into the kitchen and over to the table, looking through one of many textbooks on it “Or was having a quick shag more important.” He picked up a textbook and several sheets of paper and turned to the two gawking teens to leave. Michael, still staring and mortified attempts to sputter out a question “Do- did- do the guys know-” he leans into Samir for support as Axel stops at the doorway, a lopsided grin faint on him before answering and walking away “No, they don’t, but they want to know why you’ve been gone for nearly ten minutes so don’t be surprised if they figure it out.” A sigh of relief from Michael as his footsteps get further away and the room is silent once more.
“I still need you to get the damn drinks for me, wrist braces only do so much to help, you know” Michael reaches for his cane which had fallen to the floor at some point and starts rifling around in a cupboard, emerging with four Pepsis. “Greedy cunt, are you just going to leave me out?” Samir is behind him again, two cans of whatever shitty pack of lager Sadie had brought over in his hands “You’re not the ex-alcoholic, are you? And besides you don’t even like Pepsi you freak, fuck off smelling my hair.” He turns, feigning annoyance at his boyfriend and kisses his cheek quickly, sidestepping him and hobbling out, leaning heavily on his cane. Samir follows, shutting the door behind him.
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“Where the fuck were you guys?? I thought you both died looking for the kitchen or some shit” Sadie was clearly more than tipsy at this point, and he was losing at Mario Kart badly. Her partner Rowan sighed at her and took three Pepsis from Michael, dropped one in Finney's lap and held the other in Sadie's direction. “Thanks Mug, ignore her, he’s just bitter about losing to Finners of all people, aren’t you??” they nudge Sadie with their toe from where they sat on the couch beside Finney and Sadie scowls and accepts the Pepsi. “I’m not losing, Fins just, lucky tonight.” A small laugh from Finney as he overtook Sadie again and for once, won. A cheer and an indignant shout at the victory, Michael and Sadie piled on top of him, one playfully pummelling him in mock anger and the other cheering and laughing at Sadie’s drunken attempts to punch the younger guy.
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The only lights in the room were the dim TV screen displaying the START screen and Finney’s phone who was quietly fifth wheeling both Michael and Samir and Rowan and Sadie. He was trying to watch a random video on the history of popcorn and eat the leftover pizza from earlier but to his despair his headphones were in fact not as good at cancelling noise as he would’ve liked. He was startled out of the video by a particularly egregious moan from Michael. He snorted into his hand in an attempt to muffle the noise. “Mug, shut up you horny fuck nobody wants to know that your man is jerking you off.” Sadie’s voice was slurred, and she sounded eager to take the piss with him. No response from Michael as he seemed too busy with Samir bar a quick middle finger in Finney’s direction. He ignored it and the two couples who had decided that the living room was the perfect place to make out. Unpausing his video he grabbed another slice of pizza. It was honestly nice; he loved spending time with his friends. He had missed this, them being able to meet up and fuck about and just exist around each other. It was like a kind of love in a way. Could he call it love if he didn’t feel love? It was a gentle thing, and he cherished the friendships he had. Even if it meant knowing more then he preferred about his friends and their relationships.
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Axel peered into the sitting room – just to make sure they hadn’t all killed each other over Mario Kart – to see Michael and Samir huddled together whispering quietly as to not wake the others. Michael looked upset over something; he wondered was it because of his earlier comment. “Lads, are ye alright?” Michael looked up and he could see his eye were red like he had been crying. A nod from both of them. That’d do, there wasn’t much he could do but check if they were ok. “Grand, don’t stay up too long, if you hear Amélia back then you should be well asleep. You don’t need anything do ye?”
“Nah, thanks mate, will do. G’night.” Samir nodded at him; he looked tired but gave a weak smile. “Alright, well oíche mhaith agus beannacht Dé libh.” With that he left. They’d be fine, he just worried too much like Amé said. It hadn’t been long since Callum’s anniversary and he knew it had affected Michael a lot. Sighing, he turned off the hall light and went to bed, God knows it was late enough that he’d nearly expect Amé back around this time.
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He didn’t know how he’d even gotten to talking about it, obviously Sami knew about Cally but he hadn’t told him about his anniversary this year. He didn’t want him to have to deal with him getting upset over this shit. Still, it had happened and he had cried, of course he had. Samir had been so fucking understanding and he had let him while Michael felt so so guilty for dumping it on him even if he insisted he hadn’t been. Now, Sami was sitting more on top of him then anything to stop him from dissociating more and it was making his legs numb but it helped and his boyfriend knew it did. “Mug” he shifted slightly moving off him and wrapping an arm around the back of his neck. “Mhm?” Michael leaned into his chest; eyes closed. “Sleep soon? We can talk more tomorrow yeah?” his boyfriends head was on his shoulder now. “Yeah. Love you.”
“Love you too freak”