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08. | DEONTA AND JEREMIAH warning: sexual content
"Tae." She speaks up, getting the boy's attention. "Go upstairs and help Jere get cleaned off."
"What?" He questions before realizing what she did. "You're a good friend."
"I know." She smiles proudly. "Now go before my whore of a brother finds another guy or girl to hit on."
"Thank you." He smiles, kissing her cheek before running off.
He looked around for Jeremiah upstairs, going in and out of rooms. Finally, he found the boy in the bathroom, watching as he cleaned his shirt in the sink.
"You need help?" Tae questions, entering the bathroom and closing the door.
"What are you doing here?" Jeremiah smiles at him.
"I thought you'd want some help." He states, walking over to the boy, trying his hardest not to stare at his abs. "Water? Really Jere?"
"What!?" The Fisher teen questions.
"The hell is water gonna do?" He laughs. "You have to use soap too."
"I was getting there." Jeremiah lies. He had been in the bathroom for the past five minutes, washing his shirt with water and wondering why the stain wouldn't come out.
"Here. Let me do it." Tae took his spot in front of the seat, washing the shirt with soap.
Jeremiah leant against the wall, his arms folded over his chest as he watched Tae. A small smile formed on his face as he watched the boy focus so much on helping him. It warmed his heart.
"You know... you don't have to do this." Jeremiah spoke up.
"It's fine. I don't mind." Tae shrugs, continuing to scrub the shirt under cool water, slightly getting more and more frustrated.
Jeremiah watched as Tae scrubbed harder and faster, trying to get the stain out. He approached the boy, gently placing his hand on top of his. "Tae, it's okay."
"Sorry, I-I just wanted to help... you." He admits.
"I get it, but it's fine. I can rock no shirt." He smiles, flexing his muscles.
"Yeah..." Tae let's his eyes wander over the boy's exposed chest and abs. "You can."
"And you're staring." Jeremiah laughs, causing Tae to quickly look away. "It's fine. I don't mind. I stare at you too."
"My shirt isn't off." Tae states.
"I wasn't talking about your abs." Jeremiah tells him. "You've got a nice face, too, y'know?"
"You like my face?" Tae questions before a sudden rush of confidence fell over him. "Come kiss it then."
