The next morning, Jeremy and Michael are cuddling so much and it's adorable. Michael is snoring semi-loudly, body almost 100% smushed against Jeremy. When he realizes this, Jeremy's face goes bright red again. He's got his arms firmly around Jeremy's slender frame and he looks so content. He never took his glasses off, they're skewed strangely. Jeremy takes his glasses off for him. Michael mumbles something and smushes his face into his chest further. Jeremy smiles and runs his fingers through his hair. Eventually he looks up sleepily and grins slyly.
"You got a banana in your pocket if are you just happy to see me?"
"Oh, Michael I'm so sorry,"
"Morning Wood is nothing to be ashamed of, Jeremy. Especially for you, as I'm guessing this is routine for you."
"Actually... no."
"So this is just you being a lil more gay."
".....It's not my fault."
"Okay, who's fault is it, Jeremy."
"Yours"
"I, Michael Mell, a man, gave you an awkward morning boner? Gay."
"Yes. You did, with your soft hair, tan skin.... shut up."
"........ oh......." he's blushing.
"Just..... ignore me."
"Jesus, Jer..." Jeremy is redder than he's ever been before. Michael laughs nervously.
"At least take me to dinner first." Jeremy chuckles awkwardly.
".... If you do that in Cuba my uncle and several of my cousins will kick your ass, not joking." he swallows. "So... Be safe I guess. Control your dick."
His face falls. "O-okay."
"Just saying." he sits up carefully and rubs one eye. "What time is it?"
"Mmmm 9:30."
"We should probably get ready and go. Our flight leaves at 11."
"Yeah." As soon as he says that, Jared is walking down the stairs.
"Mornin' sunshine."
"Jared, we're gonna have to skeedaddle soon." he shifts and his legs rubs right up against Jeremy's crotch. That sends a shiver up his spine. He's all red and hot.
"M-Michael." Michael blushes hard.
"FuCK, SHIT, SORRY DUDE." Jared has to stop himself from laughing.
"Fuck, fuck, I didn't mean to. I-I'll just get up. Jesus..." he carefully gets to his feet and hide his red face in his hands. "Oh my God."
"Alright then. I'll just leave you to it." And he heads back upstairs to a sleeping Evan.
"Fuck, I didn't mean to do that, I'm sorry, Jer, that wasn't - good God, I wish I could explode from all this embarrassment." Jeremy just gives him a look that says 'Why would you say that??'
"Okay, we're gonna move on. Nothing happened. I didn't nudge your bulge. It's cool."
"......." he's quiet and so red. He gets up to get his shirt that he threw on the ground the night before. Michael scrambles for his own pants. He's gonna die on this trip. They get to airport on time and it's just.... awkward. Michael refuses to say anything to make the situation worse, so he ends up just not talk, which is even more weird because Michael talk all. the. time.
"Hey, Michael..." He pauses. "Are you gonna talk to me?"
"Hm? Sure buddy. What do you wanna talk about?" He's so afraid he'll fuck something up. He's speaking so carefully.
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Two Player Game
Fanfiction!! WARNING !! I wrote this book 3 years before publishing and I did NOT reread it. There will most likely be smut, self-harm, suicide attempts, panic attacks and the possibility of sexual abuse. PLEASE take caution when reading.
