Noh Omo (BMC And DEH)

20) Moving In

Made: 3/18/2019
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AU: None

Ship: Boyf Riends

Warnings:  None

This was inspired by a prompt I saw earlier but I can't find it:,)

also here's a blessed image ^

"JEREMY HOLY FUCK." Jeremy jumped awake, momentarily staring at the door in fear before realizing it was just Michael. He threw the covers over himself with a groan, pressing the pillow to his ear. "It's too early for this, go home." He slurred drowsily, eyelids falling shut once again.

A moment of silence enveloped the room, ending all too soon when he felt a shift on the mattress. It caused the bed to squeak a bit under the added pressure. Jeremy almost melted into the warm body before remembering who it was. He sighed. "What do you waaaaant?"

The Filipino didn't miss a beat before speaking. "We got into the same college." His eyes hammered open at that, craning his neck to look at Michael with wide eyes. "..are you messing with me?" The stoner laughed breathlessly, a smile tugging at his lips. "No."

It took a moment before Jeremy's face lit up in realization and pure, I childlike joy. He enveloped the taller boy in a bone crushing hug that sent the both of them barreling to the carpeted floor in a fit of giggles. "We can- we can room together, Micah!"

Michael smiled at the idea, an all too familiar heat spreading to his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

This boy would be the death of him.

Months Later

Sitting down the last box from the moving truck, Jeremy wiped the perspiration from his brow before sinking to the floor with a tired whine. "You're so unathletic it hurts." Michael teased before sliding down next to him, cocking an eyebrow and smugly gesturing towards the sweat pooling in the crevices of Jeremy's shirt.

He only offered a dirty gesture. as a response before positioning his head on the others shoulder, unheeding to the obvious tension it brought him. "We're like.. we look like a couple or something." Michael choked a bit, "I'm sorry what?" (One last tIiiiME-)

"I don't know we.. we act like a couple." He argued, gesturing towards their sitting position on the floor. Michael took a minute before his eyes widened in realization, and he scooted away a bit in self awareness. "Shit, Jer, I didn't mean for it to-" the Filipino fumbled with his words before being interrupted.

"No- I-I like it!"

He bit down on his tongue after the words left his lips, face gradually beginning to flush a violent red as Michael stared back at him with a deer in the headlights expression, his mouth slightly agape.

"Like, n-not in a- a, in a gay way, y'kno-"

"Jeremy."

He gulped nervously, humming quietly in response.

"Do you... like me?"

The question left his mouth dry and created a bitter taste on the end of his tongue. No. No, he wasn't gay, right? He just sorta, kind of, really liked Michael and sometimes wantedtocuddlehimandmaybeget    marriedorsomethingandwhoawait-

"Jer?"

"Maybe."

"What-"

It made sense to him. Why his miserable days in highschool were somehow worth it when he got to see Michaels face light up as he talked about something he was passionate about. Or how his breath would always catch in his throat whenever the Filipino's hand gently brushed up against his own as they walked home from school. It all just clicked inside his mind, right then and there.

"I think I may like you."

Michael startled a bit, partially from holyshitjeremyheerelikesme and because he said it with such certainty and pride. He watched as a flustered smile graced its way onto the paler boys features. "I like you a lot, actually." A silence quickly followed after those words.

Jeremy panicked a bit, fearing that wasn't the answer he wanted. He anxiously met eyes with Michael, who was biting down a flustered smile, the sight alone causing the freckled boys heart to speed up a bit.

Jeremy made a bold move. Leaning in slow enough for Michael to stop him, his only response was a dazed nod from the tan, love struck boy. And then his lips were on his. As cliche as it is, it felt as if the world had stopped spinning for the two. Jeremy's hands instinctively swung around the tanner boys neck. While Michaels inexperienced, unknowing arms awkwardly rested on his lovers waist.

"Ow-" the shorter boy pulled back, clutching a hand over his eye. "Oh, shit, dude are you-" Jeremy giggled a bit, "no, no. Just let me.." He took of Michaels glasses, resting them on the floor beside him before going in for another kiss and returning to his previous position, eventually finding his way into the Filipinos lap.

"H-hi, is this uhm, room- room 20- oH SWEET SPRUCE."

The two pulled apart, staggering to the floor as a boy in a blue polo stared utterly mortified at the two, another man roughly their age tottered behind him. The shorter of the two took one good look at the boys before snickering and ushering the strawberry-blonde out. Michael could've sworn he heard 'kinky' muttered under his breath as he shut the door behind them.

They sat on the hardwood floor, faces flushed and panting for air. Jeremy cleared his throat, "so, uh." He smiled goofily, hoping to relieve some of the awkward tension in the air around them. "Wanna get high and make out on the floor?" The stoner rolled his eyes playfully, propping himself with his elbows. "Sure."

It's been a while since I've written kleinsen

I should probably do that.