Boyf riends!

Chapter 3

(This is where it gets a lil saucy)
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"That's okay, Michael. I think we can make it. Make us. Work, dude," Jeremy texted back. He looked up from his phone at Michael. He had a smile from ear to ear and was bright red.

"Man, I'm so gay!" Michael squealed.

"I'm glad," Jeremy covered his face and laughed. They were both so sad, and gay.

Michael grabbed Jeremy's wrists and pulled his hands from his face. They locked eyes. Jeremy's eyes were glossy and Michael loved the way they twinkled just in the slightest. Jeremy could swear that he could see constellations in michael's eyes.

Jeremy leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Michaels upper lip.
Michael just looked at him, in awe. Jeremy realized fully that he had just kissed his closest friend, on the lips!

"Dude, I'm sorry! Too much?" Jeremy rubbed the back of his neck.
Michael leaned forward even more, connecting their lips fully. Michael squeezed his eyes shut, Jeremy's widened at first but closed as he began to melt into Michael's touch. Michael scooted onto Jeremy's beanbag, positing himself between Jeremy's legs, that he spread just a bit. Jeremy lightly grabbed the sides of Michaels face, pulling them into a deeper kiss.

Jeremy slowly moved down to Michael's neck, with no objection from Michael, just short whimpers. Jeremy moved his hands to Michael's back, he traced small circles into it. Jeremy counted sixty-seconds in his head before moving his hands up to Michael's chest, halfway expecting boobs. Jeremy realized he was using techniques that the Squip had taught him. Shit.

Jeremy pulled back and moved his hands from Michael, "Sorry, habit,"

"Heh," Michael giggled, "It didn't feel bad,"

"Oh, well, good," Jeremy put a hand to his cheek, it was hot and he could tell it was fully flushed. Michael's face was tinted a light pink.

"Jeremy, is this too weird for you?" Michael asked, looking down.

"What? No! You saw how much I was getting into it," Jeremy chuckled.

"Okay, good! I just... I just don't want to ruin anything. Or force you-"

"You're not!" Jeremy cut Michael off, "You're just fine! Well, you're more than fine," Jeremy moved himself closer to Michael once more, "You're perfect,"