Noh Omo (BMC And DEH)

5) Shotgun

Made: 2/6/2019
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AU: None

Ship: Boyf Riends (Again)

Warnings: A Pretty Heated Kiss?? Not Really But Kinda?

"No, but ...  snakes are just... tails with faces." Jeremy stifled a laugh, lazily holding his head up with one hand as his intoxicated friend went on and on about his outlandish conspiracies. Jeremy didn't care, of course, he loved when Michael spoke, he would (and has) listen to him talk for hours on end if given the chance. Taking a hit of the blunt and handing it back to Michael, he stretched before lazily flopping onto the beanbag.

Weed in hand, Michael rolled over to where his friend was sitting, ending up centimeters away from the others face. "Hey, Jer." The paler boy cringed a bit at the strong scent of weed from Michael, but croaked a tired 'yeah?' anyway. "We should shotgun"

He sat up, looking down at Michael in a mix of confusion, shock, and bashfulness. "..really..?" Jeremy gave him an uncertain gaze, but the Filipino just deadpanned with the most serious expression he could muster. "Do you not want to?"

Nodding sheepishly, Jeremy repositioned himself to be face to face with the other boy, giving him yet another nervous glance. Inhaling deeply, Michael leaned forward before releasing a large puff of smoke near the others face. Jeremy quickly took in the smoke trailing near his  lips, feeling heat rise to his cheeks

The clearing around him revealed Michael staring intently into Jeremy's eyes, a conflicted expression tugging the corners of his lips as he brought the blunt to his lips once more, never breaking eye contact.

Instead of what Jeremy expected to be smoke, he felt a warm pair of lips on his, followed by a pair of arms slung around his neck. Startled, his eyelids fluttered open, immediately landing on the boy in front of him. Copying the other's movements, he moved in sync with the boy, his hands resting limply on Michaels' waist as they pulled apart for air.

Smoke exited from both of their mouths as they gasped for air, their breaths coming out short and scattered before Jeremy broke the silence. "Do you wanna.. like. Be the yee to my haw?" Michael burst out laughing at the proposal, eventually letting out a snort which inevitably led to Jeremy joining him.

"You're- you're so awkward but- holy shit yes." 

Later

"Boys? You up yet?" Mrs. Mell trudged down the basement stairs, immediately wincing at the sudden smell of pot. "Michael I swear to god if you're smoking the drugs-" She cut herself off when she reached the last step, her mouth ajar as the Michael moved his face further into the others boys shirt.

Smiling with pride, she quickly snapped a photo before tiptoeing back upstairs.

This was shit i'm sorry