JereMike: Submissive Gestures (SMUT)

A Little... Maybe Big Problem (Part 1)

Mike closed the pale peach painted door behind him, ignoring the squeak of the metal hinges dealing with the lazy but brute force put onto it. For all Mike cared the door should get used to such treatment.

Mike let out a yawn as his eyes swept around Jeremy and his house. The two had been able to put their money together to afford a house to share. So, the house was kept fairly tidy thanks to Jeremy.

The man took off his security cap and threw it onto the coat holder, exposing his bald stitch littered scalp, and threw himself on the tan couch, sitting in a slumped position. Let's just say those kids at Freddy's during the day are a pain in the back... and neck. They just can't seem to understand that Mike is not a jungle gym to play on or mess with for that matter.

He kicked off his black leather dress shoes and set them under the low pine wood table. Mike ran his tounge across his teeth, silently wondering where on Earth Jeremy was. Asleep probably, Mike concluded. Afterall, Freddy's nightshift hours would screw up anyone's sleeping schedule or habits.

A white wooden door swung open from the hallway, specifically the bathroom door.

Speaking of the... angel, there he was.

Jeremy walked out from the said bathroom, his brown hair messed up with a VERY noticeable bed head, his facial expression tired, and maybe just maybe, frustrated? His bare feet dragged across the polished cherry wood planks, his only articles of clothing currently worn being a loose green turtleneck that fell beneath his waist, hiding his red silk boxers underneath.

"Hello there sleepy Jere-bear. You back from hibernation?", teased the older male.

The brunette sat on Mike's lap, bringing up his knees to hug his boyfriend's sides. Jeremy buried his face into the crook of Mike's neck, enjoying the warmth of his lover.

"S-shut up...", mumbled the green eyed male in responce.

"You mad?", asked Mike as he ran his fingers through the brunette's hair.

"No, frustrated..."

"Why?"

Jeremy mumbled something so quietly that not even Mike who may I say, had excellent hearing, was not able to hear it.

Mike cocked up an eyebrow, removing his blank stare from the white walls and onto the younger teen. "Speak up, I can't hear you."

The brunette's somewhat pale skin burned a tinge of pink.

"I c-can't get..." Whatever had followed after that had trailed off into mumbled jumbled nonsense.

"You can't get what Jeremy?", said the confused older male.

Jeremy lifted his face from Mike's neck and spring green grass colored eyes met an icy blue pair.

"I can't g-get it up M-Mike..", squeaked the younger male as he buried his face into Mike's neck again. "I've been t-trying to get i-it up all m-morning..."

A slight smirk moonwalked across Mike's facial features. Nasty pervert he is isn't he?

But the next thing that came from the shy teen's lips were rather unexpected.

Jeremy's soft pink lips brushed against Mike's ear and he whispered, "I need you Mike."

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Author' Note:

Whooo boy what a start. A rather dirty, fast one I'd say. Sorry about the short length of this chapter though.

Well, some of you know the drill. Next chappie will be that smutty lemon you came for. ;)