Looking Into Your (My) Eyes* -BE MORE CHILL

Chapter Ten: Kisses, Reboots, and Epilogues

CHAPTER TEN

    It's abrupt, messy, and sloppy, but, hey, at least Michael could say there was passion.

    He slams his lips into Jeremy's, sure to keep his eyes closed because god, he really doesn't feel like seeing his own shocked face, and gives it all he's got. Which, considering the fact this was his first kiss (Not how I had seen it go down), wasn't much. He tilts his head once he figures out that he's got to avoid the glasses digging uncomfortably into his skin. Jeremy isn't moving away, so he considers it a good sign and tries to move his lips gentler, as if to not scare him away. He hopes that Jeremy can't feel his heart beating out of his chest as he keeps kissing in a rush of nerve-wracking emotion.

    Meanwhile, Jeremy stands like a deer in the headlights. Surprised, but definitely not disgusted. Far from it, in fact.  Admittedly, he would have been able to enjoy it a lot more if he was actually breathing or not on the verge of a heart attack.

    Michael Mell is kissing me.  

    AND I'M JUST STANDING HERE LIKE AN IDIOT!

    Move, move, do SOMETHING!

    Jeremy makes himself to lean closer into Michael, tightly shutting his eyes and hurriedly kisses Michael back. He hears Michael squeak a bit in surprise when he tries to bite his bottom lip, (something he had remembered Chloe doing at the Halloween party. This is fine, right? Yeah, this is how you do it?).

    Michael breaks away first, gasping for air. He's flushed, and makes sure to keep his vision glued to the pristine tile of the bathroom. Eventually, the two's hands intertwine with each other, Michael smoothing over the other's goosebumps. For once, Jeremy forgets about how he royally fucked up. He forgets about all the things he doesn't believe he deserves. For once, Jeremy isn't scared to blindly reach into the air (It's less weird if I keep sight out of it) to find Michael's face to yank him into another kiss after he catches his own breath. In those lingering seconds, he can only think about Michael.

    Michael's thinking about Jeremy, too, completely engulfing himself in his connection.

    Still miserably awkward, but they were starting to get the hang of it.

    Until an all-too familiar voice slices through Michael's brain.

    "Neural Access Port Found. Full Reboot Calibration in Process,"

    Simultaneously, Jeremy and Michael writhe in pain from the fire that tears across their minds and bodies. A searing pulse of electricity shoots between them, violently ripping them apart and slamming onto the ground once more. Michael, in an act of impulse, tries to grab onto some towels hanging from a nearby rack to no avail. Neither realize the shrieking sounds they create until they are responded with the banging and hysterical voices coming from the other side of the locked door. Jeremy forces his body to crawl over to the door. Every muscle of his body is in agony. He's just two feet from the door, he's so close, so fucking close.

    His arm is quaking and almost uncontrollable trying to reach the doorknob, his fingers barely brushing against the lock.

    "Please excuse some mild discomfort,"

    Another jolt of pain is sent through his body, causing whatever height he had gained before to drop back to nothing.

    I have to unlock that door.

    Jeremy tries once more, ignoring the crippling pain as best he can. He strains every fiber of his arm, fingers gently pressing against the lock now. Just... a little... further...