Step-Brothers

~Chapter Seven~

They to Michael's basement bedroom and Jeremy plops onto his bed, while Michael gets the weed.

"All righty then, Jerm, toss me my good lighter from the bedside table." He's rolling up a joint. Jeremy knows exactly which one, tossing it to him. He's excited. Michael catches it and lights up, taking a long drag and blowing smoke.

"That's good shit..."

"You gonna share some of that good shit with me?" He smiles.

"Course, Jer." He moves to Jeremy's side on the bed.

"Ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

"Great." he takes another pull and then leans in to breathe the sweet smoke into Jeremy's mouth. Jeremy takes it and tries his all not to cough. But he does anyway.

"That was a warmup round."

"Sure Jer. Next one?"

"Yeah. I can do it this time"

"All right." They try again. He doesn't cough this time. But each time they shotgun, their faces just get closer than he last time. Eventually they're both high as a kite, Michael more so considering he's the one actually taking puffs from the joint. They go to shotgun and Michael's lips brush against Jeremy's. Jeremy blushes hard and freezes after he takes it.

"Michael...." Michael doesn't move. He's almost afraid to.

"Hm?"

"Did..... did your lips touch mine?"

"I dunno dude, maybe." he moves away sluggishly. Jeremy grabs his hand before he can even get off the bed. Michael freezes in place he's scared. This isn't gonna end well, is it?

"Michael...." you can already tell he so high that he isn't gonna remember any of this.

"hm."

"............c'mere."

"w'do ya mean, Jer, I'm here."

"Closer." Michael moves a little bit closer.

"Did....... did our lips touch? Even the slightest bit? Yes or no."

".....Little bit. Who's don't when they shotgun? Just... Forget it." He starts to move away again, every movement impossibly slow while he's high as fuck. Jeremy pulls him back, quickly taking his face in his hands and crushing their lips together. Michael is super surprised. SUPER surprised. He's frozen. He lets his shaking hands move to Jeremy's waist. Jeremy's hands cup his face as he kisses him and pulls back. He freezes.

".......I'm sorry- I- I probably should've- you probably don't even like me-" Michael immediately surges forward to catch his lips again. When he pulls back, he whispers

"You're high as fuck. You aren't gonna remember this, you're probably just... Just taking out all your pent up sexual energy on the closest Alpha, just..."

"Michael I love you."

"You don't, you're high, you just think you do, Jeremy."

"I know I do. Michael- non-stoned Jeremy can't admit to his feelings. He's a chicken."

"You're - no, Jeremy." Jeremy groans.

"I'll just face. Just tell me. You don't love me. You don't have to do all this extra stuff. I get it. I'm gonna be alone forever."

"I do love you. I love you more than anyone else on this goddamn planet, including myself, and you're high and... And probably desperate, and so goddamn beautiful and I'm just... Michael. You could have any alpha you want, Omegas are so rare you're like a fucking godsend, and I'm just your stoner best friend."