Beautiful To Me (Boyf Riends AU)

Chapter 16: Finale (ish)

(Jeremy's PoV)

Rich went first. 

The game started off pretty tame, with only light pecks on the lips or soft kisses on the cheek. After a while, though, it got a bit more enthusiastic the more we smoked.

Eventually I put my blunt out and threw it away. 

Going to the kitchen to look for milk, I called out behind me, "I'll be right back!"

I returned after pouring two cups of milk and brought them back, offering one to Michael as I sat down. He sighed, but accepted it anyway.

"Spin the bottle, Jeremy," Rich said, leaning against Jake.

I shifted into a more comfortable position on the rough carpet, grabbing the bottle and spinning it.

It spun for a while. I felt the pit in my stomach become more uncomfortable as the bottle spun, painfully aware of everyone's eyes on me.

The bottle spun for a few more seconds, then stopped.

It was pointed at Michael.

(Michael's PoV)

The bottle pointed at me. 

Why do I have to kiss my crush? I'll for sure be a stuttering mess afterwards, I thought resentfully.

I don't know what I expected. A fast peck, maybe? Something quick, for sure.

He crawled over to me, gently lifting my jaw so I was almost face to face with him and removing my glasses from my face. His grip on me was soft, but also firm, and it sent sparks up my jaw at the light contact. Our faces were mere inches away from each other's. I bit my lip unconsciously, my eyes looking upwards to meet his soft blue ones.

His eyes showed so many emotions, and I couldn't begin to decipher what they meant.

He pulled me closer and I could feel his warm breath puff against my lips. We sat for that for a few moments, frozen, unable to move but terrified of what the other might do. My heart was pounding in my chest so hard, he must have been able to hear it.

Suddenly his lips were against mine.

They were a little chapped, but soft and firm at the same time somehow. He pressed against me in such a way to let me know who was in charge, causing me to gasp quietly into his mouth. His lips caressed mine in a way that was both gentle and kind, but also hungry and maybe even a bit desperate. I felt every thought leave my mind as he kissed me slowly. To replace all of the thoughts that were usually there, a blissful emptiness that was  so, so, so much better than being high.

I don't know what I expected. 

 I definitely didn't expect him to tilt his head slightly and kiss me deeper, parting my lips gently with his tongue. 

I felt my face warm as I sucked lightly on his tongue, drawing a quiet growl out of him.

Fuck.

One of his hands drifted up the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair and pulling me impossibly closer. The other moved down to my waist, where he dragged his fingers lightly under my shirt. The feeling of his nails gently scratching against the bare skin of my back sent shivers racing through my body.

Fuck.

He was good.

I shuddered under his touch, making him smirk against my mouth. I whimpered, unable to keep the sound from escaping, and moved my hands to pull at his hair. However, he grabbed them before I made it up to his neck and put them back at my sides with a slight growl, never disconnecting our lips. I tried again to thread my fingers through his hair and yank, but again, before I made it up, he grabbed them again and I ended with the the same result.