"Blush" - A Michael One-shot

Blushing

It was a normal Friday night for me. No real plans, so I usually spend the night at my best friend Michael's house. He's generally in the same situation, so it works out well.
We had just finished our pizza and ice cream (classic) and we're just playing video games. I set up for the final shot, and Michael was finished.

"HA! TAKE THAT YOU BUTTON PUSHING MONKEY!" I yelled, simultaneously jumping up and dancing around a bit.
"Oh stop. You're making me blush."
He mumbled in the most monotone, sarcastic way possible.
I look over at him as he ponders his games.
"You know, I don't think I have ever seen you blush."
I said, cocking my head slightly, still fixed on him.
He turns his body to face me on the couch.
"It only happens if I get super embarrassed I guess. And I hide it pretty well." He's says, only pausing a moment.
"I'm pretty sure I have never seen you blush." He says, locking eyes with me.
I don't know why, but my heart sped for a second. I mean, I really did find Michael attractive, but being friends, I pushed that thought to the back of my mind.
"I guess I've never really been in the situation that could make me blush before." I said, honestly.
A small smirk appeared on his lips, suddenly sparking a foreign feeling somewhere in me.
"Oh really?" He said, quietly, voice laced with mystery.

Suddenly, Michael was touching my thigh that was crossed with my other leg. His hand lingered on my skin with a feeling I can only describe as burning. He looked up at me, faltering on his confident facade for a moment, but intense look returning soon thereafter.
His hand slowly moved up my leg, stopping every once in a while for a gentle caress with his thumb. I let out a shaky breath that I didn't even know that I was holding. It was loud enough to draw him out of some kind of trance, returning his gaze back up to mine.

I felt an intense heat gathering in my face, something new yet not entirely uncomfortable. He removed his hand from my thigh, placed it on my cheek, rubbing softly at the skin. He leaned forward, giving me a feeling I can only describe as numb, and just as our lips were only centimeters apart, he dragged his to my ear, and in the deepest, lust filled voice possible, he whispered,

"Made you blush."

And pulled away with a winning smirk.