Boyf Riends (BMC Jeremy x Michael)

-Three-

*Michael's P.O.V.*

After the 5 minutes of sleep I got, I wake up somehow refreshed. I decide that since my parents are away, so my mom can't cook for us, I will go to the 7/11, get donuts, and slushies. I write a little note in case Jeremy wakes up:

Went to 7/11 to get breakfast! I'll be back soon! -Michael

I didn't want to sign it with "Love, Michael" because it might come off too strong. Plus, he might not even remember last night! I mean, he was pretty drunk.  I grab my hoodie and head out the door.

*Jeremy's P.O.V.*

I wake up with a piercing headache. Jesus, how much did I drink last night? I take in my surroundings. Why am I in Michaels room? Shit did we- no, that's not possible. The sheets are clean, and I am fully clothed.  The last thing I remember is being carried to Christine's car.

I notice a folded piece of pink line paper on the bedside table. He got breakfast? Aww... He didn't have to do that. I don't understand why he's so nice to me even after the whole squip fiasco. I have honestly felt really guilty since then. I hope I can make it up to him. I just don't know how!

*Michael's P.O.V.* (Sorry for switching them so much.)

I head back to my house with the slushies and donuts in the shotgun seat of my P.T. Cruiser. I sure hope the slushies don't melt. That would be a disaster. I  wonder  how much of last night Jeremy remembers. I mean, he was pretty wasted. 

I pull the cruiser into my driveway, carefully grab the donuts and slushies, and walk into the house. 

"Michael!" Jeremy greets me, "You're back!"

"I brought slushies and donuts!" I reply. I hand him the blue slushy, and one of the glazed donuts. He looks as if he had just won the lottery. 

"You didn't really have to do this," Jeremy starts saying.

"It's no problem at all!" I say. 

"How did I get here, anyway?" He asks.

"Well," I explain, "You got pretty wasted at your date with Christine, and while you were drunk, you asked to come Heere, so now Heere we are." I draw out the e's in "Heere"

"Goddamn your stupid puns." Jeremy says. "Was I really that wasted?"

"Very much so," I reply, stifling a laugh. Jeremy turns a deep shade of pink.

"Jesus Christ on an airplane," Jeremy mutters under his breath.

"So," I say, eager to change the subject, "Since it's the weekend, how do you want to spend today?"

"Is that an actual question?" Jeremy answers. He has a point.

"So video games?" I ask. "All day?"

"You guessed it!" Jeremy exclaims.

*time skip brought to you by Michael on his period*

It is now eleven pm and we have only stopped playing video games for food and bathroom breaks. We are both pretty tired. 

I feel Jeremy's head on my shoulder. I glance over at him and he is hella asleep. He looks so cute. I tossle his soft, brown, hair a bit. He is just so- perfect. How could this guy ever like me back? I'm fat, I have scars, and I get panic attacks. Still, I can't help but hope.

"Mahal kita," I whisper.  I kiss him lightly on the forehead. Boy, I'm sure glad he's not awake. 

He nuzzles closer to me until we are both laying down and his head is on my chest. I feel the blush creeping onto my face. I lay there in a state of pure ecstasy for a while. But then, I feel my dick get hard. 

Oh shit! I think to myself. I wait a bit, and then it stops being hard.

Phew! I think. Imagine if he woke up, and my dick was hard!

I relax, and finally doze off to sleep.

A/N Sorry for the wait. I got a bit of writers block. (643 Words)