Golden Afternoon

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The late afternoon light streaming into the basement from the small windows high on the walls was golden. Michael lazily blew a puff of smoke into the air and watched it waft into the dust particles in the strips of sunbeams falling across his bed and Jeremy.

Jeremy. Jeremy was beautiful. He lay on the other beanbag chair, sunken into the red fabric, eyes closed as he tilted his head back, basking in the feel of that Friday afternoon in the spring, when nothing was left to do but sit, and play video games and get high, and just be, letting their minds empty of the worries of life for just a little while. The chocolate color of his hair was made richer by the fading light, which highlighted the freckles sprayed across his face- the acne too, but that was as much a part of Jeremy as his soft blue eyes, or his gangly limbs, splayed out across the chair and a bit of the ground like a sleeping giraffe's- beautiful.

Michael let out a sigh of contentment.

"What?" Jeremy said softly, looking up.

"Nothing," Michael told him. "This is just... nice."

"Yeah," Jeremy agreed, and let his head fall back.

A/N: sorry it's so short- I wrote this instead of sleeping
so these one shots will not have any regular posting schedule, just whenever I write them

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