Boyf riends One-Shots (BMC)

Favorite Person

"You know that you're my favorite person, that doesn't mean that I can't still dream," Jeremy said, lying next to his best friend, Michael, on his bedroom floor. Jeremy was unconsciously playing with Michael's hair, but he didn't seem to mind at all.
"Is it really true? I'm your favorite person," Michael joked, rolling a bit to face his friend, resting his elbow on the ground and his head in his hand. Jeremy quickly withdrew his hand from Michael's head, earning a small laugh from him, and then he mimicked his position.
"You're literally the only person who can make me happy ever," Jeremy said, "not even my dad understands me, even a bit."
"Well, it may sound cheesy, but I'll always be there for you, my friend," Michael gave a smile, his face flushing a bit from the cliche-ness of his statement.
"Thanks, bro," Jeremy ruffled his bro's hair, smirking a bit.

Michael sighed and stared at the ceiling. How long can I keep doing this? He thought to himself. He pulled his sweatshirt sleeves down, conscious of the scars on his arms that didn't want his friend to see. Yeah, they were old... ish, but he didn't want Jeremy to worry about him.

"You okay, there?" Jeremy inquired, concerned. He had noticed Michael's somewhat depressed expression.
"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine," Michael responded too quickly. Jeremy furrowed his eyebrows.
"You sure, Mike?" He asked once more. Michael wanted to just burst out crying then, and tell his friend everything, but he did not.

"Yeah, I'm good," he lied, putting on a goofy grin. Though Jeremy didn't believe him he let it go for that moment.

"Okay," he responded, more light-heartedly. "Hey, you wanna stay over tonight? Tomorrow's Saturday and it's not like my dad cares," Jeremy shrugged, sitting up. Michael sat up, too, leaning against his friend's bed.
"Sure, why not? It's not like I've got anything else to do, or anyone else to hang with," he gave a genuine smile.
"Great, then. I'll get the blankets and you can sleep on the bean bags, if you like."

~•~

"We should go to sleep soon," Jeremy said groggily at 2:53am. He yawned, and Michael complied. Turning out the lights, the two said goodnight to eachother. Jeremy was in some flannel pants and a t-shirt, and Michael had simply just taken off his red hoodie to reveal a blank gray t-shirt. In the morning, (or later in the morning, should I say?) Jeremy woke up first. He rolled over to find his friend sleeping on too of the giant bean bags, and on top of the blankets rather than under them. With Michael, still snoring lightly, Jeremy got up and picked up the sweatshirt, putting it ins hook on the back of his bedroom door.

Then he noticed something alarming.

Faded slashes that some blade had once made in the skin of Michael's arm. He began tearing up just at the thought of Michael cutting himself. He kept back the tears quiet enough to not wake the other boy, but once he knelt down and ran his fingers across his arm, Michael stirred and awoke.

He noticed immediately that a hand was gripping his arm tightly, and turned to see Jeremy, tears sliding down his cheeks.
"When? For how long? Why?" He asked, the tears continuously falling. Michael was at a loss for words.
"It's been a few years. On and off," he replied simply, staring Jeremy in the eyes.
"Why?"
"I'm an anxiety-ridden teen," he said, giving off a sad chuckle. "I kinda have a bit depression, too."
"That's not funny, Michael," Jeremy said sternly. He then enveloped his friend in a tight hug, almost fully crying. Michael began to tear up.

How long did you expect to keep this up, huh? He was going to find out sooner or later. Why not tell him everything?

"When was the last time," Jeremy asked, wiping his eyes.
"Maybe a week ago?" Michael answered, grief and sorrow filling his words and expression.
"That's not good... that's not good," Jeremy whispered, still not letting go of his bro.

"You still like Christine?" Michael asked, seemingly completely off topic.
"Yeah, I guess? I dunno, I haven't seen much of her in the halls. Why do you ask? Don't think you can change the topic like that on me."
"Just curious, and I wasn't exactly trying to change the topic. I guess I need to tell you something else, too.

Just say it, just say it, just say it!

"So you know how I'm gay?" Michael said, avoiding eye contact with him, staring at his arms.
"Right...."
"Well... I kinda am into a guy, and it's embarrassing...." He started.
"Go on."
"The guy that I'm into is... is...."
"It's okay, you can tell me," Jeremy pulled from the hug and put a hand on Michael's shoulder.
"It's you," Michael said, burying his face in a pillow, blushing profusely.

Jeremy was completely taken aback. He began to think of Michael, and realized how much admiration he had for him.

"Hey, Mikey," he put his hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Y-yeah?" Michael turned around, met by a pair of lips, smashing against his mouth.
"J-J-Jer...?"
"Do you not get it? Do you need me to do it again?" Before Michael could answer, Jeremy kissed him once more, tangling his fingers into the other's hair.

"I get it."