"What the hell, Jeremy- this is borderline-no wait! It is stalking!" Michael whispered shouted to his dearly beloved friend, Jeremy Heere.
"Oh cmon Michael, look at him! He doesn't know we're here!" Jeremy said, hiding in a tree with binoculars, starring into the window of his new crush, Evan Hansen.
"Jesus Christ, I'm going to hell because of you."
"Oh boo hoo, get over it." Jeremy mumbled as he bit his bottom lip, watching the shy boy take off his shirt.
"I'm leaving, this is weird and I don't wanna be out here when you get caught master bating." Michael said, climbing down from the tree.
Michael ignored Jeremy's offended remark, seeing as he didn't care.
He walked around the neighborhood, not quite ready to go home yet.
He'd been struggling with problems at home. His family didn't had enough money to pay their bills, and his mom just got fired from her job. Michael was always looking for extra ways to make money.
Michael walked. And walked. And walked.
He didn't stop until he heard a smooth voice call out for him.
"Hey! Michael, is that you?" Michael glanced to the area the voice was coming from, only to be greeted by Jake Dillinger.
"Yeah, it's me." Michael said, trying to be casual.
"I haven't seen you all summer man! It's good to see you!" Jake came, but very slowly. Using crutches was harder than Jake imagined.
"It's nice to see you too..."
"So, how're things at home?" Jake asked, a look of pity on his face.
"Not good, my mom just got fired."
"That sucks, I wish I could do something to help."
"Me too. It's hard to get anyone to hire a teenager in this damn town."
"Agreed. Brooke's lucky her dad owns the Pinkberry, or-"
"I totally forgot the Pinkberry!" Michael exclaimed, realizing that, hey maybe he could get a job.
"I work there now, so if you got the job, we could work together!"
"That'd be awesome."
"You wanna come inside, my mom just made cookies."
"What kind?"
"Snickerdoodle."
"Then yes, I'd like to come in." Jake chuckled, hobbling to the front door. He opened it for Michael, being a gentleman.
"Jake- is that you? I thought you were at Marvin's house?"
"Nah, I came home earlier. Marvin was having some relationship issues."
Jake led Michael to the kitchen, where a fresh plate of cookies sat.
Jake stacked two cookies, taking a bite out of them.
Michael grabbed two, and Jake started dragging him to his room.
He swallowed his bite, walking into his room.
"Is it alright if I change in front of you?" Jake asked, reaching for a ripped up tye dye shirt that had the word Hawaii printed across it in bold yellow.
"Yeah it's cool." But it wasn't cool.
As Jake tossed off his shirt, Michael immediately felt flustered, staring at Jake's body. He knew it wasn't right to feel this way about his friend. He didn't want to date Jake, he wanted a sexual relationship.
Now.
"So Jake, hypothetically, if say, a friend, a male friend, of yours wanted to maybe, suck your dick, would you let them?"
"Maybe, it depends on how I'm feeling." Jake said, his glorious abs now hiding under another shirt.
"How are you feeling?" Michael asked quickly, letting Jake know Michael didn't mean hypothetically.
"Amazing.." Jake said, sitting on the bed next to Michael.
"Oh for gods sake, let me suck your dick please!" Jake erupted with laughter.
"Yes, but promise me we won't get attached, okay?"
"Yeah totally, I won't get attached." That was a lie. Michael did get attached.
Jake nodded, and Michael flung himself on Jake.
Michael tugged down Jake's shorts, and sighed. He'd heard Chloe and Rich go on and on about how huge Jake was, but now that it was right in front of him...
"You know what never mind I don't need this sin in my life, goodbye Jake. I shall not sin and suck your dick."
