Boyf Riends One Shots

Tickle Fight

 "I swear to god Michael, every time" Jeremy said, frustratedly kicking his legs out and leaning back against his bean bag chair. Michaels turned his head to glare at Jeremy, crossing his arms and lightly kicking Jeremy's shin. A habit he picked up from his mother. Jeremy, who barely even felt the gentle kick, glared back.

"If you would've reached the supply box in ti-"

"Don't give me that BS Jeremy. You know it takes time, and maybe if you were better at aiming or-"

"You're gonna criticize my aim?! Maybe if you traded guns with me while I'm defending your ass, instead of making me use this crap, I wouldn't have such ba-"

"Oh you're aim will always suck, and I won't let you borrow my gun because you lost my favorite gun last time and even got your ass killed-"

"Shut up Michael! That piece of shit was so camping! How could I not die-"

"We will never beat level 9 if you don't shape up!"

"Oh! Maybe instead of improving my aim maybe you should run fucking faster"

It was the Jeremy realised he fucked up. Michael sucked in a deep breath, which Jeremy hoped was to calm him down. After a minute though, he was being pinned against his beanbag with Michael on top of him and his hands being held above his head. Jeremy blushed, because if Michael wasn't so mad this would have been hot.

"You know that's as fast as you can run in this game Jeremiah." Michael said, his voice unnervingly calm. Jeremy pouted. He knew Michael would never hurt him, but he can do other things. Silent treatment, lack of cuddles! Jeremy didn't even want to imagine the lack of cuddling! For a moment, he contemplated a way to lighten the situation, before realising he needed to use his emergency solution. With a small sigh, he wiggled one of his hands free and placed it on Michaels hip. Michael gave him a confused glare, before trying to let go and back away. He knew what was happening, but it was too late.

Jeremy, both hands now free, began to wiggle his fingers lightly against Michaels sides, causing him to laugh and try to fight back. Michael's laugh was loud and uncontrollable, his eyes beginning to tear up as tried to get control over the situation. Jeremy laughed, trying hard not to get distracted by how cute he was. After a minute Michael was able to get out of Jeremy's hold, immediately running and locking himself in the closet.

"Michael, come on. Let's just watch a movie" Jeremy giggled, shaking his head at his boyfriend's immaturity. Michael didn't reply, causing Jeremy to sit at the door and lay his head on the wall.

"Michael, we all support you, you can come out of the closet" He added jokingly with a smile. He heard Michael snicker a tiny bit, and to him that's progress. After a few minutes of waiting he finally heard the lock click open and felt the door move slightly.

"Hey babe" he said, obviously embarrassed by all of what just happened. Jeremy felt a small pinch of remorse, but not much because it was just tickling. It's not like he killed his non existent dog or stole his weed. That would just be mean. Michael stared at Jeremy for a few seconds before tilting his head and opening his arms. Jeremy smiled and hugged his boyfriend, who placed both of his hands on his neck. Before Jeremy could question the action Michael was running his fingers over the skin, causing Jeremy to fall down laughing. His neck was his one ticklish spot, and he didn't know why he didn't see Michaels trick sooner. His laughter filled the room as he fell back against their bed.

Michael was smirking, kissing his cheek sweetly while also torturing him and making him squirm against the bed. His face was deep red and tears were beginning to flow down his cheeks. He wasn't in pain, and Michael just laughed at him. After a few minutes Michael let Jeremy go, who stared at him with such hatred in his eyes. It only fueled his boyfriend's laughter. It only took a few seconds for Jeremy to give in and laugh with Michael, wiping his eyes and leaning his head onto his boyfriend's shoulder.

"You know, I can just help you find a better gun. You don't need to steal mine" Michael mumbled. Jeremy nodded in agreement, smiling against his shoulder and cuddling closer. They could play 'Apocalypse of the damned' any time, but cuddling felt better than video games at the moment.

AN: The idea for this one shot was given to me b My_Hairs_a_Poof. They are a pretty cool person.   The dear Evan Hansen One Shot Book has been posted as well. Yay.