BMC/DEH One Shots (Requests Are Closed) Discontinued

Boyf Riends- That Was One Hell Of A Party

‘Party, Jake's house, 10 o'clock.’

I stared at the screen. A party? And I'm invited? I sigh and answer the text. ‘I'll be there.’

Hours into the party and I'm standing with a drink in my hand, looking around for Michael. I take a sip of the bitter drink. I walk outside into the yard and spot Michael. Playing beer pong? I walk up to Michael. “Hey, Michael. Having fun?”

Hey turns to me. “Hey!! It’s Jeremy!!!” He shouts, obviously drunk. “Aww yeah, I'm having fun!” He let out a drunk giggle.

“That's good.” I draw out my words.

“Hey, why don't you join us?”

“Nah, I'm good.”

“Aw, c'mon Heere. Don't be wuss.” Rich says taking his turn at the game. Jake chugs a beer.

I sigh. “Fine.” I step up and start playing.

The game turns out to be fun, and Michael’s really good at getting me the full cups. It doesn't take me long to get drunk off my ass.

“Heeyy, Michael?”

“Ya bro?” He responds.

“You're, you're cute.” I put my head on his chest.

“Aw, thanks man.”

“It's not a problem at all.” I lift my head and look at him. His face is tinted red.

Michael slowly drops his head and kisses my lips. I smile and kiss back. He kisses me slowly as I wrap my arms around him. The others notice and make comments.

“Damn!”

“Get it, guys!”

“Oooh!”

I wake up, my head feeling like an earthquake. I look around and see a sleeping Michael beside me. I blush when I notice he's shirtless. “Aww, shit!”

Michael stirs. “Jeremy. Keep it down, I'm trying to sleep.”

Put my face in my hands. “Michael, we messed up. We messed up big time.”

Michael sits up. “What do you mean?” A look of realization spreads across his face. “Oh…”

It's quiet. We sit and think to ourselves.

“What does this mean?” Michael looks at me.

“I don't know.” I look back. Oh god, I think to myself. He's cute. "Michael, I-” He looks at me, waiting for me to finish. “I love you.”

He blushes. “I don't know how to feel about this, Jeremy. We've been friends for years.”

“I know.”

We sit silently for awhile. I start to get dressed, tired of sitting there and doing nothing.

Michael perks up. “Jeremy, do you wanna start dating?”

I turn and face Michael, putting my shirt on. “Only if you want to, no pressure.”

He smiles. “I'll pick you up at ten, tomorrow.”

I smile widely. “Okay.”