Jeremichael

The bite of 87

Massive warning for any and all readers. This chapter will be about the bite, and will include graphic details. If you are made upset or anxious by these things, please skip for your own health. ♡♡

[ Media image by me ]
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It was just about time to close up Freddy's, the clock reading 10pm. Michael was doing a final check of the restaurant, making sure every spot had been mopped, every chair pushed in, and that each party room looked good as new. He gave a sigh and crossed his arms a bit, his mind had been racing. Jeremy was temporarily moved to night shift, it's been unbearable for Michael. He was used to seeing his boyfriend every single day, and even though this was only 5 days, it's felt like a lifetime.

The aforementioned blonde poked his head into the room, Michael still lost in thought. He smiled and gently approached him, taking his arm and gently hugging it.

Michael turned to look at Jeremy, his expression immediately softening as he wrapped his arms around the shorter boy, hugging him to his chest and burying his face in the messy yellow hair.

"Jere...I missed you"

"I missed you too Fritz...hey, it's my last night on night shift, things will be back to normal when we come back Tuesday! I promise..." Jeremy spoke quietly, reaching up to brush a stray piece of hair from his partner's face. Michael smiled gently, placing a warm kiss on the other's forehead. Jeremy could only smile back, putting both hands on each side of Michael's neck, and comfortingly rubbing ever so carefully as he pulled him into a kiss.

Michael wasted no time kissing back, tilting his head to the left to allow the kiss to be deeper, his hands lazily traveling down to hold Jeremy's hips.

After what felt like an eternity, both boys begrudgingly parted from the kiss, the need for air overtaking them. Jeremy glanced at the clock, already 11:30.

"Mgh...hey uh, it's time for me to-"

"I'm staying with you."

Jeremy blinked a few times, very much caught off gaurd. He then gave a sly grin, giving his lover a teasing poke on the cheek. "Couldn't bear to part with me huh?"

Michael pulled him closer again, hiding his face in Jeremy's neck. "Nuh uh..."

After a while of back and forth adoration and affection, the two finally made their way towards the office, Jeremy pulling an extra chair over. Michael sat and got comfy (well, as comfy as he could in a plastic chair), reaching over and picking up the security tablet. The other boy was popping a few batteries into the flashlight, mindlessy spinning in circles in the spinny chair. Michael laughed lightly and put a hand on the back of the chair. "You're gonna make yourself dizzy like that, dearest."

Jeremy playfully groaned and shifted positions, now lying sideways in the chair with his head on one armrest and legs over the other. "You're no fun Fritzy".

The brunette leaned over and lightly flicked his boyfriend between the eyes. "I know, I'm the worst aren't I."

Hours later, the two had fallen into the mindless routine of flashlight, vents, cameras, music box. Over and over again. It was getting mundane. Over time the boys had found themselves cuddling again, chairs side by side with Jeremy's legs across Michael's lap, the taller of the two gently rubbing his thigh. Jeremy sighed and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. "How does Joan do this shit all night."