Loving Me as Me (BMC Micheal x Jeremy)

Marshmallow Boy

It was a calm, dreary Sunday morning. Jeremy slept heavy, alone in bed. It was peaceful in the most endearing way.

CLANG! CRASH! TING! TING! TING!
Jeremy woke up with a whine and groan. It was at the point he had realized he had drank to much, because this noise was worse than it would normally be. He opened his eyes in an angry squint to see Micheal banging two pots together in his underwear.

"Micheal? Why?" Micheal let his arms fall to his side with an evil smile.

"Don't you mean 'Mikey'?" Micheal mocked teasingly. "'i wuuuv you Mikey uwu.'" Jeremy took a second to process what the fuck "oo-woo" meant.

"Shut up and get your weeb ass back in bed," Jeremy groaned again. Micheal obliged.

"You love my ass," he said, wrapping his arm around Jer's waist. Jeremy nodded and snuggled into him. He began kissing Micheal's neck. "...you just woke up you hungover horndog."

"Mm but I'm not the one with an erection right now. My head hurts too bad for me to be turned on," Jeremy taunted, palming Micheal's morning wood. He sucked on Micheal's neck and shoved his hand down his underwear to stroke him. Micheal sighed in relief and let him. It didn't last long, as Jeremy pulled Micheal's boxers away and folded himself. They shifted and Jeremy immediately began sucking him off. He wiggled his tongue under the head as he had before and Micheal tended up same as before, rattling. He moaned loudly and squeaked as he whimpered. It wouldn't let him reach orgasm, but it felt better than orgasm, in a way.

Micheal pushed Jeremy's head down with his hand to save himself from... whatever his body was about to react with. He didn't know, but his legs being that tense, hurt. Jeremy deepthroated him, looking up to make eye contact. His eyes were big and pretty, and sparkled like liquid mercury in the sun. Micheal blushed.

"Y-you know you're a fucking twink, right Jer?" Micheal practically purred. Jeremy picked up pace, but decided to take his time. Jeremy hummed to make his mouth vibrate around Micheal's cock. Micheal bit his lip. It didn't take as long as expected for Micheal to cum. Jeremy stayed still and swallowed, though it tasted awful. "Are you sure you don't want the favor returned?" Jeremy nodded and crawled back up, flopping face-down into the mattress.

"I drank soooo muuuuch." He whimpered. "Why did you let me do that?"

"I'm your boyfriend, not your dad. Besides, I didn't mind the attention in the slightest. You were all over me." Jeremy's face went red. He wasn't out to anyone but Mikey and Mr. Heere. Shit. "No one could really tell, they were just confused." At that moment in time Micheal's phone dinged with a new text message

Rich
"I know I asked before but are you and Tall Ass a thing now?"

Micheal blushed a bit and showed Jer the text. Jeremy knew Micheal and Rich had gone on a few dates, but they had virtually nothing in common. Conversations quickly went dry. But after visiting him in the hospital so much they had grown to be close friends, and Micheal didn't want to lie.

"Well, I think we can trust him to keep a thecret." Jeremy smiled, making a friendly joke about him keeping his lisp a secret for two years.

Micheal
"We are, but Jer isn't out yet so plz don't tell anyone ok?"

Two minutes pass.

Rich
"It's been a long time coming tbh. Happy 4 u and ~Jer~ ;)"

Micheal blushed and tossed his phone aside. He pulled Jeremy up by the wrist.

"I'm hungry, let's go eat," Micheal demanded as Jeremy groaned and claimed the light hurt. Micheal gave him the loving advice to quit being a wussy and dressed himself in some of Jeremy's large clothes and tossed Jer something to wear. Jer sluggishly dresses himself and dragged himself down to the kitchen with Micheal close behind. It was determined the Micheal should prepare the food and some coffee, as he did. In the distance you could hear Mr. Heere snoring.