Ship: Expensive Headphones (based off a comic by bile-shroom)
Warnings: None
K I saw bmc 2 days ago and Troy was playing Michael and he was so fucking good?? I?? love?? him??????
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Knock, knock, knock, knock.
Michael groaned, setting down his controller before tiredly stumbling to the door. "Hey.." the drowsiness left his voice as soon as he saw who it was. "..Rich?" An uneasy smile worked its way onto his lips, tears brimmed at his eyes as he spoke shakily. "H-hey, Mike." He used his left hand to wipe his eyes, "thorry For, uh, coming now but, I-I wath in the neighborhood and I.."
Michael offered a soft smile, placing his hand on his shoulder in encouragement. "Can..can we have a, y'know, thleepover?" Rich's ears reddened in embarrassment, pulling at his fingers anxiously as he waited for a response. The Filipino grinned, ushering him inside. "Yeah, c'mon."
He grabbed the others arm, leading him to the beanbags and tossing him a controller. "Have you played before?" Rich eyed the controller suspiciously, shaking his head no. The tears in his eyes had noticeably dispersed, some of the previous tension in his shoulders disappearing as he relaxed into the beanbag. Michael bit his lip to keep from laughing, the beanbag practically engulfed Rich entirely.
Timethkip brought to you by Rich's Lithp
"God fUCKIng-" Rich raised his arm to throw the controller across the wall but slowly lowered it when Michael shot him a glare. He calmly took the controller out of Rich's hands, holding it over his head when he let out an annoyed whine. "Dude, we've been playing for the past.." he glanced at the clock, "2 hours, it's 3am." The shorter boy rolled his eyes, only now realizing how the two had been subconsciously scooching towards each other to the point of Rich practically being on top of Michaels beanbag.
Michael stood up, walking up the stairs and gesturing for Rich to follow. Rich tapped his shoulder, giving him a look of unease. "Hey, tho, where I am gonna.. thleep?" The stoner threw him an AOTD shirt, looking at him as if he had just asked the stupidest question he'd ever heard. "Ooooon the bed..?" He made an 'oh' shape with his mouth, face flushed as he hesitantly pulled the shirt over his tank top. It hung down to his thighs, draping over him like a curtain. He looked up, only to see Michael already putting his glasses on the nightstand, making enough room for Rich. Awkwardly clambering In behind him, he laid stiffly next to the taller boy, trying to ignore the fact that his face was mere inches away from his.
The Filipino frowned at the others uncomfort, wrapping his arm around his waist and feeling him tense a bit before slowly melt into the touch. Taking that as an 'okay,' he laid his head on top of Rich's, who sighed contently. "Rich," he hummed in response. "What's the real reason you came here?"'
Once again he felt Rich's shoulders stiffen, awkwardly picking at his nails as he debated giving him a truthful answer. "You know I won't judge you, right?" Michael put his hand on his heart for effect, the shorter boy giggling in response. "Dork.." he took a deep breath, "Well, my dad cometh home thometimes.. and when my mom isn't there he.." he gestured towards the numerous bruises on his arms.
Michael frowned, strengthening his grip protectively. "You know.. you can come here whenever, alright?" Rich looked up with watery eyes, engulfing him appreciatively while muttering several 'thank you's.' The filipino smiled warmly, running his hands through the others hair affectionately.
"You're a dork, y'know that?" Rich lifted his head, staring at him coldly before smashing his lips against his out of impulse. The tanner boy tensed at first, slowly easing into the kiss and letting his shoulders droop. His glasses awkwardly pressed up against both of their faces, Rich angrily pulled them off of him before reconnecting their lips.
They were interrupted by a loud knock sounding from the door, followed by it swinging open. They quickly pulled off of each other, putting their hands up defensively as one of Michaels moms, Alana, watched from the threshold. Her eyes darted from Michael to Rich, and then back to Michael. She awkwardly closed the door, the stairs creaking behind her as she ran to the kitchen screaming, "Zoe?!" At the top of her lungs.
The Filipino flushed in embarrassment, hiding his face in the fabric of his sweatshirt as Rich snickered from beside him, he playfully punched him in the arm. "Shut up, dweeb."
"You're the dweeb."
"I'm your dweeb, Goranski."
"I know."
"Hah, gay."
"No, I'm diet gay."
What the hell is this though. I've been listening to a lot of little shop of horrors so whenever someone says "feed me," I have to go "dOES iT hAvE tO bE mINe???!" Also Sorry for not posting a lot recently, I've had a lot of writers block.
