Fluffy Red Hoodie

Give It Back

AN: Based off a prompt I got, as well as a headcanon from dippy-dipstick on tumblr. Enjoy!

Text from Riend: "Dude, I think I left my hoodie at your house, can you bring it when you come over?"

Jeremy read the text, smiling to himself. He typed back: "Can't, I'm already walking up your sidewalk." Michael opened the door once he was on his doorstep and spoke, "What kind of boyfriend doesn't bring my jacket," he joked, wrapping his arms around Jeremy's neck and pulling him in for a kiss. Jeremy laughed, "A terrible one apparently."

"Let's go play some games and get stoned in my basement, Terrible Boyfriend," he said, guiding him through the door. Michael always seemed to play better when he was high. It makes him relaxed and focused, being able to direct all his attention solely on the game. They sat in their chairs, fiddling with the controllers, not speaking for the most part, only letting out exclamations of either joy or frustration. After completing yet another level, they decided to take a short break to stretch and get food. Most people didn't believe it, but playing video games for hours on end can really work up an appetite.

Michael leaned back in his seat, stretching his arms above his head, his shirt rising up to expose his stomach. Michael rarely went without his hoodie. It was practically his second skin. Jeremy looked over at his boyfriend, seeing the vulnerable position he was in. He reached over, squeezing his soft belly and bringing forth a squeak.

"What the hell was that for?" Michael asked, arms shielding his stomach. Jeremy smiled, "You're too cute, I can't help myself."

Michael looked away, a blush spreading across his cheeks. Jeremy suddenly leaped at him, pinning him to the ground. He wiggles his fingers over his stomach and Michael erupted into giggles.

"Dude, I'm not even touching you!" Jeremy exclaimed.

"But Ihihihi can feheheheel it!" Michael protested, squirming beneath him.

"You can feel me tickling you even though I'm not touching you? That's adorable!" Jeremy cried before making contact with Michael's skin. He instantly started laughing, trying to curl in on himself or roll onto his side, but Jeremy didn't let that happen. He gently pinched his stomach, and Michael shrieked, falling into a steady stream of giggles.

"You bahahahastard!" he laughed out, trying futilely to swat at Jeremy's hands. He skittered his fingers over the skin, Michael arching his back with a loud cackle when he moved to his lower belly.

"Sweet spot?" he questioned, digging into the exposed stretch of skin. He was too busy laughing to answer, and just went completely limp, not even bothering trying to block the feeling. Being high made every experience better. A video game was an entirely different world, a Dorito was so amazing it could bring about world piece, and tickling was one of the best possible experiences a person could have. Roaming hands all over your body, forcing you to laugh even though you already  can't contain your giggles. Michael really began to loose it when Jeremy lightened his touch.

"FUHUHUhuhuhuhuck Jeheheheheremehehehehey it tickles tohohohoo damn much! I cahahahan't take ihihihi!" Michael pleaded.

"Aw is it just too much for wittle Michael to handle?" Jeremy teased, scratching his blunt nails lightly and relentlessly. Michael screamed, trying to push his arms away but with no look. Jeremy finally showed mercy and grinned down at him. "Wasn't that fun?" Michael glared at him, but couldn't help but grin, "Maybe for you!"

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The next day when Michael went over to Jeremy's house, he noticed something different about Jeremy, or more specifically, Jeremy's attire.

"Oh hey Michael," he greeted. Michael narrowed his eyes, "Is that my hoodie?"

Jeremy shrugged, "Yeah, I was bit chilly. Plus it smells like you," he said sweetly. Damnit, why did he have to look so adorable in his clothes? Michael had heard about this: your significant other borrows your favorite clothing item and poof! It's suddenly theirs! Michael refused to be another victim...

"I get cold too ya know! Why do you think I always wear it?" he asked. Jeremy just shrugged.

"Because you look cute in it?" he offered, causing Michael's cheeks to heat up. Then he got an idea, one he was sure would get him his hoodie back. He narrowed his eyes.

"If you don't give me back my hoodie I'll have to resort to drastic measures," he warned, taking a step closer. Jeremy studied him, "What do you mean?" To answer his question, Michael tackled him to the floor.

"Give me back my hoodie!" he cried out, biting Jeremy's arm, making sure to not bite down too hard; he didn't want to hurt him.

"Dude, what the hell? You just bit my arm!" Jeremy screeched. Michael grinned deviously, "Would you prefer if I bit somewhere else?" Jeremy's face lit up like the Fourth of July and he stuttered out, "W-what?"

In his confusion, Michael lifted up his shirt as far as it could go, exposing most of his torso. Jeremy had a good idea of where this situation was headed, and he squirmed in anticipation. He watched his every move, aware of how helpless he was in the position he was in. Michael looked up, mischievous eyes meeting fearful ones, and he smirked before dipping his head down, nuzzling into the soft skin of Jeremy's belly.

"MIHIHIHICHAHAHAHAEL NOHOHOHO!" Jeremy bucked up off the floor, trying to dislodge his boyfriend. Michael chuckled into the skin, nuzzling in deeper and eliciting a squeal.

"Give me back my jacket," he demanded, but Jeremy was too busy laughing to respond. He let out a playful growl, gently nipping around his waistline. He had never heard him laugh like this before. He was in complete hysterics: snorting, screeching, cackling, the whole damn works. "Jeremy have I ever told you how cute you are when you're being tickled?"

Jeremy hoped his face was red enough from the tickling that you couldn't see his face get even redder, but Michael of course took notice. "You are so red!" How adorable!"

He nibbled and scratched at his sides, and Jeremy's body slowly lost its strength from all the tickling. Michael finally relented and let him breathe.

"So... Jacket?"

Jeremy laughed breathlessly, taking it off and tossing it at him. "All that for a jacket?"

"Nah, I also needed revenge for yesterday."

Jeremy sighed, falling onto his back, "You're such a dick."