Take a Chill Pill - Assorted Be More Chill Stuff

Mario Kart

Loosely based on one of the headcanons earlier in the book. Enjoy.

 There was a reason they didn't play Mario Kart very often.

"Did you just fucking blueshell me!?"

"Yup," Michael said, popping the "p" and zipping past Jeremy on the track. They were collapsed on beanbags in Michael's basement, chip bags and soda cans strewn about. A slight haze of pot smoke hung in the air, leaving Jeremy a little lightheaded. The flashing lights of the game blurred together with strikingly sharp colors. Jeremy scowled to himself and jerked the controller in his hands, knowing it did no good. Yoshi wouldn't drive any faster. Jeremy glared at Michael's half of the screen, where Daisy was zipping along with a mushroom.

Michael won by a nose. Jeremy jumped up.

"That's the tenth time tonight! You pick courses you know I suck at and then knock me out of first at the last fucking second!"

"All's fair in love and Mario Kart," Michael snickered, his eyes slightly bloodshot behind his glasses.

"No it's not! If you were playing fair, I'd be whooping your ass!" Jeremy ripped his gaze away from him and paced in front of the TV, ranting under his breath. He could feel Michael's eyes on him the whole time. On his third pass, Jeremy's foot caught the tangle of cords on the ground and he toppled forward. Right into Michael's lap.

They shouted and thrashed for a moment, before Jeremy realized how close their faces were. He could see his reflection in Michael's glasses. His anger was replaced by a growing blush. Michael smirked at him. His arms were wrapped firmly around Jeremy's waist, holding them tangled together.

"Really, dude? We've been dating for like ever and you still have to make up some dramatic excuse to sit in my lap? I'm hurt." Jeremy wrinkled his nose and turned himself over, grabbing his discarded controller from the floor and making sure to sit back down extra hard on Michael's crotch. He gasped and winced.

"Shut up. Rematch round, winner takes all."

"I didn't know we had a bet going," Michael said, his voice a little thin and tight from pain. He cleared his throat and leaned forward to whisper in Jeremy's ear. "What are the stakes?" Jeremy shivered. His breath was hot and tickled against his face.

"Uh... um..." Jeremy stuttered, his tongue suddenly heavy in his mouth. Michael laughed and shifted Jeremy in his lap, bringing them even closer together.

"The usual, then?" Jeremy was blushing even harder now. He did his best to focus on his anger as he scrolled through the course options, but it was hard to ignore Michael's hands on his hips and the strong smell of weed and Doritos on his breath.

Moonview Highway. Perfect. The one course Jeremy could beat Michael at every time. No way to fall off, and Michael had never been good at dodging the destructive traffic.

They were silent during the race, both fully focused on the zipping karts. After a few minutes, Jeremy finished his third lap and let out a shout of delight. First place, just like he'd planned. Michael crossed the finish line seconds later, a small smile on his lips. His arms were still wrapped around Jeremy, pinning the lanky boy to his lap. Jeremy rolled back over and grinned up at him.

"I win, now pay up." Michael smiled and pressed a short kiss to his boyfriend's forehead.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll buy you lunch tomorrow. But I totally let you win."

"No you didn't." Jeremy had wrapped his legs around Michael's waist now, sitting up and staring into his eyes.

"I did too, you little shit, so I think I deserve a little reward" Jeremy smiled, his cheeks heating up a little. He stuck his tongue out and wrinkled his nose. Michael gave him a sarcastic pout. Jeremy grinned and pulled their faces together. The repetitive melody of the title screen music droned on behind their kiss and continued as their stoned giggles turned to gasps and moans through the night.