Both Jeremy and Michael are woken up by Michael's mom coming in and yelling at him for last night's antics in angry Spanish that his brain isn't processing clearly. Jeremy soon has so push Michael off of him and run to the bathroom to throw up.
"Jesus, mama, es demasiado temprano para-"
"Es el mediodia!! Y tu padre me dice que estabas bebiendo?? Ahora te has ido y arrastrado a Jeremy en un habito asi??"
"Mama..." She she keeps yelling, Michael quietly moves to grab Jeremy and himself some water. He's not gonna vomit, but he's dehydrated as hell. Jeremy shouts from the bathroom,
"I'm so sorry Mrs. Mell"
"I do not blame you, Jeremy." She glares at michael as he walks past. He feels bad, but right now, he wants to die. Michael sits on the floor next to him.
"Sup, you gay?"
"Partially. You?"
"okay, so i didn't dream last night up. Good. Fantastic. Vomiting I see."
"Well that doesn't answer my question." He vomits again. "What happened last night? I don't remember a thing." Michael sweats.
"uh.... w-well..."
"C'mon, Michael. It's just me."
"I......Kinda....SuckedyourdickandwealsohadsexandI'msorry."
".....What eh fuck did you just say Michael?"
".........Please don't make me say it again."
".......did we, uh.... Hook up?"
".....Yes.... And I gave you your first blow job..." He sighs. "You can take a dick like a champ, dude, I cannot believe you'd never done any of that, I am shocked." Jeremy chuckles and washes his mouth out with the water/
"So, uh, so you're my boyfriend now?" Michael get butterflies in his stomach.
"Uh.... Yeah, if you want, if that's what you want me to be, sure." Jeremy spits into the toilet.
"Fuck yeah."
"Jeremy, this is the second time in like eight hours you've had me this starstruck and in awe, and you're beautiful and I love you." He pauses but looks at Michael.
"I Love You Too."
"Oh my god, that's good shit right there, I'm so glad I decided to fuck you, you're my favorite person."
"Is it true? And I your favowite Pewson?"
"Totally. Completely. You're my absolute favwite pewson." Jeremy smiles and takes Michael's hand in his. Michael is just.... amazed. Never in a million years did he think he'd get this.
"I just.... I gotta say, you're gorgeous. Even hungover in your underwear."
"And I gotta say, you are no where near as pretty as me...... wait. That's not what I mean't" Michael stnickers. "I also do not think I'm as pretty as you, but it just hurts when you say it."
"I mean, I'm no where as pretty as you.
"I think you're wrong, but okay."
"Oh shush."
"What can I say? You're the prettiest, Jer." Jeremy smiles and leans over to kiss him. Jeremy smiles into the kiss and there's a small
"Oh, mío!" from the doorway. It's Michael's Abuela.
"A-Abuela!" Jeremy blushes from a little bit of embarrassment. She giggles and moves away from the door, waving a hand and saying,
"No te preocupes, muchachos."
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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.
