I could feel his breath on my lips. The thought of him being this close and doing things to me took my breath away.
"Jeremy," I gulped.
"Uh.." he began. "Hi," he said. "I've never been this close to you. You have really pretty eyes."
I blushed. "Thank you," I said quietly.
"Why are you being shy?"
"I'm not," I said.
"Are too." He laid down on my chest. I looked down at him.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I dunno. Laying on you," he said. I swallowed. "Does this bother you?"
"No," I said.
"Good," Jeremy whispered, laying his head down against my chest. I shifted a bit, moving my hands around awkwardly.
"What am I supposed to do with my fucking hands?" I asked angrily.
"I don't care," Jeremy mumbled.
"There's nowhere for them to go," I said.
"Put them on me," he said. "I don't mind." I wrapped my arms around him, gripping his sides.
"You're warm.." I said. Jeremy mumbled something against me. "What?"
"I said that I'm always warm because I'm smokin' hot," he said. I laughed softly.
"Sure," I replied.
"Are you saying that I'm not hot?" Jeremy asked. I stared at him.
"Uh.."
"Come on, Benji, I know you're gay," Jeremy smirked.
I opened my mouth, but my words got caught in my throat. I stared into his eyes.
"I-" I began, but couldn't finish. I grabbed the side of his face and inched us closer. Jeremy nuzzled closer. He wants this?!
I took a deep breath, still looking into his eyes. I blinked and pushed him off of me. I jumped up and ran for the stairs. "Benjamin, wait!" Jeremy called, running after me.
He, of course, was way faster than me. He caught me at his front door, spinning me around and pinning me against it.
"Let me explain myself," he begged.
"No, Jeremy. I can't kiss you," I said, burying my face in my hands. Jeremy pulled me against him, hugging me tightly.
I wiggled out of his grasp and opened the door. He crossed his arms and looked at the floor. He sniffed and turned around. He's crying..
I shut the door, walked up to him, and put my arm around him to turn him to face me. He had tears streaming down his face.
"I've never seen you cry before," I said. He sniffed and looked away. I rested my hand on his side. "Jeremy, please don't cry.." I sighed.
"I'm sorry, I'm just so.." He trailed off and stared at my chest. I grabbed his chin and pulled it up, forcing him to look me in the eye. My hand slid it's way to his cheek. He inched closer to me.
"Jeremy? I heard you were crying?" I looked up and saw his mom. We both jumped back.
"Yeah, no, I'm fine," he said. She walked up and wiped his cheek.
"What's wrong?" she asked. He shook his head and pushed her arm away.
"I'm fine," he said. She gave him a concerned look before walking off. Jeremy turned back to me. "We're we about to kiss again?" he asked.
"N-no.." I stammered. He sniffed and scratched his nose, nodding.
"Let's just go back downstairs and pretend none of this ever happened," Jeremy said. I nodded and followed him down the stairs.
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Jeremy rolled over poked me in the shoulder. "I'm sleepy," he complained. I nodded and scratched my stubble. "I'm gonna get ready for bed, 'kay?" I nodded.
Jeremy got up and went upstairs. I watched TV for a minute before getting up and going up to Jeremy's room.
I knocked and opened the door. Jeremy looked up at me. I froze. "Sorry, I didn't-"
"It's cool. What do you-"
"I need some shorts," I said. He nodded and opened the drawer. "Cute boxers," I mumbled. He blushed a bit and looked down at his underwear.
"My mom bought them," he said. I dug through the the drawer and found a pair of shorts.
"Uh.. Turn around.." I said. He smirked and turned around. I quickly changed into the shorts. "Okay.." He looked at me.
"Want one of my old muscle shirts?" Jeremy offered. I nodded. He went into his closet and came back out with a plain black muscle shirt. He threw it at me and I caught it. I quickly changed into it and headed back down to the basement.
A few moments after I sat down, Jeremy came padding down the stairs. I looked up at him to see him in only boxers. I blushed as he sat next to me. "What should we watch?" he asked.
"I dunno," I said. Jeremy got up and got a big blanket out of the closet. He laid it over both of us and snuggled into the couch. "Let's watch another episode of 'The Office,'" I suggested.
"Okay," he agreed. I selected it and put the remote down.
Halfway into the second episode, Jeremy rolled over and slung his arm around my waist. I blinked and looked at him.
He cuddled up to my side, hugging my waist. I shifted uncomfortably. "Jer-" I began, looking down at him. I saw that he was asleep. I smiled softly. He looked so relaxed, I'll even say he looked cute.
I closed Netflix and clapped the lamps off. I felt Jeremy stir a bit, but by the sound of his breathing, he was still asleep. I scooted down lower into the couch. Jeremy sighed and pulled himself against me.
I rolled over to face him. The light from the living room upstairs was enough for me to see his face. He's adorable when he's asleep. I wrapped an arm around him when I felt his around me tighten. He pushed his head closer and buried it in my chest.
I sighed and rested my chin on his head.
