Boyf riends Oneshots (Requests are open)

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HAHAHA NOT DATING >:)
this is requested by Opalstar13 and based off the cover of this book :)))

third persons pov
"michael! sup, bro?" jeremy smiled as he entered michaels basement. michael greeted the other with a small smile and tossing the controller towards his player two.

"hey jere, ready to beat level 9 finally." jeremy nodded excitedly, sitting next to michael on the basement couch.

after smashing buttons for almost 2 hours, jeremys controller died. "shit, why isn't my character moving?" jeremy complained, shaking his controller frantically, afraid of dying in the game.

"jere?" the hooded boy looked over and inspected the other boys controller, slightly brushing hands. the shorter hitched his breath slightly, earning a small weird glance but he ignored it.

"well, fuck, your controller died." michael frowned, and grabbed the controller from jeremys hands and walked over to the console and tv.

he plugged the controller in, while jeremy walked over too, "supervising" but in reality he just wanted to be close to michael.

michael backed up without warning, still holding the plugged-in controller. startled, the boy in the hoodie turned around only the bring the wire around him.

jeremy tried to squirm out of the way, but michael had already accidentally wrapped the wire around both of them and they were met face to face.

"uhhh, hey." michael chuckled awkwardly.

when michael laughed, jeremy could feel michaels breath on his lips, that's how close they were.

"hey." jeremy trailed off, way too focused on how their chests were touching and almost their faces.

"you're warm." jeremy mumbled out loud, without thinking.

michael didn't say anything, but his cheeks were definitely flushed, and his eyes were wide by how confidently jeremy was suddenly flirting.

jeremy didn't know what came over him but he suddenly leaned his head into michaels chest, with limited movement considering the wire around them.

michael tensed, and it was noticeable. jeremy realized what the fuck he just did and jerked back, a poor decision on his part.

the pair went toppling to the ground by the force of jeremy stumbling back and they landed with a loud grunt of pain from both and lots of squirming, trying to loosen the cable.

"sorry..." jeremy apologized, embarrassedly, "i don't know what came over me."

"it's fine." michael shrugged it off as no big deal, but in his mind, he was making the biggest deal imaginable. why did jeremy LEAN INTO ME? was it gay or he was just cold? or maybe the cable around us? (420 words)

the two oblivious gays rolled onto their sides and team worked their way into a sitting position. since both pairs of arms were stuck, michael and jeremy shimmied their way towards the console, and the boy with glasses unplugged the cable with his teeth, spitting out it as soon as it was unplugged.

the cable loosened and jeremy started to shake the wire off of the two, but even though the cable was gone, neither one moved from their very close situation.

jeremy realized this and looked up at michael, only to find him starting at jeremy. "michael?"

no response, michael just looked down at jeremys hands. "miiiiiichaelllll?" jeremy said, poking his face continuously.

michael just smiled at jeremy, "you are too cute, heere." he mumbled. jeremys face went crimson, and he bit down a smile, looking away.

what made his face go even more red - if that was possible at the point - was michael grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers.

"what the hell is happening between us?" jeremy asked.

"i have no fucking clue, but i think i like it." michael answered honestly.

"i do too." jeremy smiled, his eyes finding their way towards michaels lips. said boy noticed this and felt buttlerflies having a seizure in his stomach.

his breath hitched in his throat and jeremy noticed this, averting his gaze from his friends lips, looking away, embarrassed.

michael decided to take a chance, a very risky chance, but when he saw the way jeremy was looking at him, he figured everything would work out fine.

he cupped jeremys face and leaned in quickly, kissing the boy in front of him. jeremys eyes widened, startled by how confident michael acted.

he kissed back as soon as he processed everything.

michael pulled away, much to both of their reluctance, just to whisper three simple words,

"that was gay."

"MICHAEL, I SWEAR TO GOD." jeremy exclaimed, although he couldn't help but laugh. "ugh, you just had to ruin the moment, didn't you, dork?"

"yea, it's a trait of mine. but you know you love it." michael teased, leaning closer to jeremys face. jeremy stuttered, his face starting to blush.

"wow, you are really easy to fluster." michael commented.

"shut up, bitch. at least, i... uh, at least... shit." jeremy gave up, because he could not, for the life of him, think of an insult towards michael.

"pfft, you're hopeless." michael snickered.

"hopeless romantic, more like." jeremy added in, then immediately covered his mouth.

"that was so cute, i think i'm gonna die." michael deadpanned, dropping onto his side on the floor.

"are- are you ok, mike?" jere questioned with concern.

"no, you haven't asked me to be your boyf riend yet." michael rolled his eyes.

"will you be my boyf riend, micha?"

"fuck yea." michael whispered, trying his best not to freak out. he just got a boyf riend. A BOYF RIEND. something he's wanted for so long, and jeremy was it. michael was about to faint.

jeremy felt a very similar way, although thruthfully he hadn't been crushing on michael for as long as michael has been crushing on jeremy, but still.

michael sat up correctly, and as soon as he did he was met with a pair of lips on his. he kissed back, happily, wrapping his arms around jeremy waist.

"i love you." jeremy whispered, only 2 inches away from michaels face.

"i love you too." michael responded.

here's some fucking fluff, enjoy