Michael x Jamie Oneshots

He Died!

Michael's POV

  It was date night. As date night, I mean we cuddle all night and watch films. Jamie lays on my chest, watching the movie silently, and intently to not miss anything. The interest in his eyes when watching the films was the best part.

  As of now, it was our fifth and final movie until Jamie goes to sleep. His eyes were wide awake, and shining with tears. There isn't a time he would go to sleep during the film, but it meant there would be more time for us. Usually we wouldn't have this much time together—eleven hours.

  Focusing my attention to Jamie, I could see the uneasy look on his freckled face. Jamie's lips were in a straight line, and quivering slightly. I didn't understand what was happening in the film, yet it requires something sappy or extremely sad. It wasn't as easy as you thought it would be.

  Jamie had his hands clenched tightly, as if he would get into a fight. His leg thrown over mine, trembling slightly. I knew where this would go, and I got prepared for it. My arm tightened around his waist, almost pulling him on top of me. My other hand held his, interlocked by the fingers.

  The ending credits soon starting rolling and the keen, upbeat music. The room got darker with the black screen and white names. Though the darkness didn't hide it. The darkness didn't hide the tears running down Jamie's face.

  "What?" he squealed. His voice shaken not stirred. (Haha, I made funny)

  Jamie's breathing was shaking. A small cry escaped his lips. I sat up, pulling him with me. Now, Jamie sat on my lap, his hands resting on my chest. My one hand gripping his wrist.

  "No," he sobbed. I pulled his head into my shoulder, shielding him from everything else. It truly was nothing to cry about, but Jamie, my lover, was crying. And that made me queasy, so I attempted to calm him.

  I hummed softly to him. Whenever Jamie would get into an episode like this, I would him to him. Seemingly, it would always work. He would be humming back, or he would be smiling. It was neither of it, nor stopping it in general. His cries would be quiet, then they would be loud.

  "Sh, darling. You're okay," I whispered, rubbing his back. The warm cotton hoodie wrapped around him comfortably, and the hood pulled over his head. I couldn't see his face.

  "He's not!" Jamie defended. He pulled away from my shoulder. His face was tearing stained, with more running down his cheeks. The flush across his cheeks surprised me. He never had such embarrassment.

  "Explain to me, sweetheart."

  "H-h-h-he was just stabbed. By his brother! That's a terrible way to die, and he didn't care about it! He allowed it to happen. And then the movie cut out. I don't know if he's okay or not!" he explained, trembling. The liquid slowed down, but his eyes would fill back to the brim.

  "You have to observe where he was stabbed. He'll be fine, I promise," I said quietly. I pulled him closer, pressing my face into his shoulder. My face was lightly flushed due to Jamie being adorable. There was ugly crying, and there was adorable crying. Jamie was an adorable crier.w

  "You don't know that!" he exclaimed. His hands gripped my shirt tighter. Jamie was shaking with each sob leaving his lips. I had one option to stop it; I need to make him happy. A happy trait was kissing and cuddling.

  "I'm sorry, darling."

  I pressed my lips to his, giving him time to adjust. Though it started slow and unrequited, he slowly relaxed. Our bodies were pressed together, curving into each other. It was perfect fitting. Jamie kissed me back. My thumb lightly traced his inner wrist, whilst my other arm ran around his waist.

  Our lips seemed to mold together. With a small pant pulling apart, Jamie gazed into my eyes. The two mixed colors of amber brown and baby blue made up his eyes. His iris's split down the middle with a different color on each side. A small smile made it onto my lips.

  "How do you feel, hm?"

  Jamie flushed brightly, giving my lips a swift peck. "I feel...better."

  "That's fantastic," I replied. I pulled the hood off his head, watching his hair appear. Jamie's eyes never left my lips. His were slightly parted. The soft lips I kissed daily, always made my day better. "Are you that eager to kiss me?"

  "Mm."

  I chuckled, pulling him closer. His fell farther into my embrace. Jamie's arms wrapped around my shoulders, running through my name. My finger hooked under his chin. Our lips met once more.

  Feeling the eagerness, I ran my hands up Jamie's hoodie. Soothing him thoroughly, Jamie lightly shivered. This one didn't last as long as the first one.

  "I feel better now."

  "Great. Do you want to rest?"

  "Yeah."

  I slowly erased backwards, and Jamie on my chest. We relaxed into the mattress, feeling each other more. Jamie wrapped his arms around mine, nuzzling his face into my shoulder.

  "I love you, baby," he whispered, closing his eyes. I knew he was exhausted. Crying made it worse. After he blew his nose, and wiped his eyes, he fell into me again.

  "I love you too, honey." I kissed his hair, smiling softly. He sighed, falling asleep.

  I gave him another kiss to his head, snuggling against him. I fell asleep with my lover in my arms.

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Completed on: February 28th 2021

Posted on: March 8th, 2021

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