Michael was dating Ashton, who just so happened to be quarterback of the football team at their highschool. Michael wasn't an athlete like Ashton, the closest he's gotten to be like Ashton is beating Luke in FIFA. Michael was a bit on the chubby side, he had a round belly, squishy love handles, chipmunk cheeks, and thick thighs. Ashton loved his pudge, it made Michael a great cuddle kitten. Michael was pretty insecure about it but Ashton tried his best to help Michael better about himself. But, the team doesn't do the same....
Michael was panting hard since their gym teacher just made the class run 5 laps. "HIT THE SHOWERS!" The teacher shouted and Michael huffed before going to the locker room. He stripped out of his gym clothes and went into the shower, blushing because everyone had a view of his naked body. He stood under the warm water and washed the sweat and dirt off him, he felt someone poke his side and he froze in his spot, slowly turning around and seeing Ashton's teamates. "Hey Mikey." The runningback, Jackson, smirked. "H-hi." Michael mumbled and looked up at the taller boy. Jackson poked Michael's belly and Michael stepped back, "Had too many biscuits didn't we?" He chuckled and Michael looked down, "Too stuffed to talk Clifford?" Jackson smirked and bent down to meet Michael's height. "Jackson!" Ashton bellowed and Michael looked to the side, seeing his boyfriend with a scowl on his face. Ashton walked over and stood in between Jackson and Michael, crossing his arms over his chest and giving Jackson a death glare. "What were you doing?" Ashton growled through clenched teeth, "Stating facts." Jackson shrugged and Michael's heart sank to the floor. "You mean fucking lies!" Ashton shouted and caught the other jocks off guard.
"Could you just kindly fuck off?" Those words caused the curly haired boy's teamates to walk away. "You okay babe?" Ashton asked as he turned towards Michael, "Y-yeah." He sighed.
"You hungry baby?" Ashton asked the black haired boy, "No, thanks though." Michael lied. Ashton turned to look at his boyfriend, who was staring down at the kitchen counter with a slightly quivering lip. "Wh-why do you love me?" He sniffled and Ashton walked over to Michael, putting his finger under his pale chin and making the boy look up at him. Michael's eyes were watery with tears and the normal emerald color that Ashton loved had become a hazy dark greenish-grey, some of those tears slid down Michael's cheeks and then turned into full on sobs. Ashton wrapped his arms around the shorter boy, letting him bury his face into the taller one's chest. "I love you because....well Michael I love you because you're you. Does that make sense?" Ashton chuckled and Michael shrugged whilst giggling. "But, I'm fat and ugly." Michael sniffled and looked up at the dirty blonde boy, "On what planet? Michael, you're the prettiest, hottest, sexiest boy I've ever seen. I love your belly, your love handles, your cute little chipmunk cheeks, your bubble butt, your everything. I love every inch of you and I don't care what people say, you're fucking perfect." Ashton smiled and connected his lips with his lover's in a passionate love filled kiss. "I love you Ashton." Michael smiled, "Love you too." Ashton smiled and as Michael walked away, Ashton smacked his ass and Michael gasped. "I love you and your booty." Ashton smirked, "Perv...." Michael mumbled, but gave Ashton a kiss on the cheek.
